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gojozaiacc · 1 year ago

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THIEF, H.Brown

Hobie Browne x fem!!supervillain!!reader summary: y/n and Spider-Punk have always had a complicated relationship, torn between fighting and flirting most of the time. But that gets put to the test when danger is afoot. tw!! swearing, kissing? violence, sexual innuendos notes - I am yet to read the Spider-Punk comics so if some of this doesn't seem accurate to his world I do deeply apologise- I'll be doing research whilst writing to make sure I don't mess anything up for him :)

"COULD YOU ACTUALLY KEEP WATCH THIS TIME?"HER ACOMPLACE, MAX, SPOKE TOWARDS A DAYDREAMING Y/N.

She snickered and glanced to him. --"I always keep watch."She said simply. He hummed in response as he picked the lock of the British museum.

"And yet somehow- Spider-Punk always somehow manages to stop us before we can even steal anything."His tone held annoyance to which she only grinned in response. --"Spider-Man."She corrected with a pointed finger.

"He hates being called Spider-Punk."She informed him, shrugging after receiving a look from Max. --"Are you certain you don't know his identity?"He scoffed, returning to picking the lock.

"Positive, Max."She lied, her blue eyes moving to staring straight forward.

Her relationship with Spider-Punk was weird from the very beginning but it only got weirder when she figured out who he was under that funny-looking mask.

Hobie Brown.

What's funnier about her knowing his identity is that he has no idea that she knows. She had seen him unmask in an alley months ago. And though she wasn't entirely close with Hobie, to begin with- she knew if she started randomly speaking to him a lot more than she normally would it would arise suspicion.

Believe me, she wanted nothing more than to randomly start speaking to him more, get to know the man beneath the spider-suit but she ultimately decided that it was a terrible idea.

Hobie Brown was better off not knowing that she knows.

"Alright, I don't trust you enough."She snapped her offended attention to Max who had finished picking the lock. --"You get the stuff and I'll keep watch."He ordered.

She sighed but nodded in agreement. --"At least I don't get the boring job this time."She hummed as she disappeared through the museum doors.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her suit which prompted her to lift her hands and tie it into a ponytail. y/n came from a long line of family burglars unfortunately so she knew exactly how to dress and act when she was stealing from somewhere.

Thus she was dressed in a black bodysuit, and combat boots sat on her feet. She also wore a mask which was tied firmly around her head with a piece of thick ribbon.

Tilting her head back, she glanced around the museum with a small smile on her face. She had never actually been to a museum before. She never had the opportunity to due to her father's demands.

Reaching into her hip bag she pulled out a pouch of white dust. Emptying some onto her gloved hand, she put the pouch back into her bag.

Swallowing nervously she lifted both hands, slapping her hands together so the dust could spread around the room successfully. Within seconds she could see where the security lasers in the room were.

There weren't many, surprisingly.

Eyeing the ones in front of her, she took a few steps back before running forward- successfully dodging the lasers. She stood in the middle of the room just as her phone buzzed.

Her eyebrows pulled together in surprise as she pulled the device out. Her father was always strict to not send anyone messages during a heist so her phone buzzing was incredibly surprising.

MAX - LOOK OUT!! sent at 23:28

Just as she was about to make her way back to Max to figure out what the fuck was going on there was a loud bang.

This loud bang was an explosion coming from the front of the museum. Her eyes widened as she started running towards the back- taking notice of how the lasers had disappeared- the security system must have been destroyed.

Another explosion sounded- this one packing a way bigger punch than the first. The force of the explosion sent her flying, nearby exhibits collapsing at the impact.

She had collapsed to the ground, curling herself up into ball to avoid any pieces of structure falling on her. Once the shaking of the building had come to a stop she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her eyes wide with confusion.

Just as she turned her attention to the front of the museum a group of thugs come waltzing in, guns in hand. And Max in hand.

Her gaze darkened as she rose to her feet, catching the attention of the one in front.

"well if it isn't, Black Cat."He snickered, he pointed to Max with his gun carelessly. --"Should have known you'd be here if you're little bitch was."He spoke.

She hummed as she walked closer, stepping over pieces of wreckage. The man instantly turned the gun on her prompting her to lift her hands up in defence.

"Drop what you've nicked."He demands. She chuckled and shook her head. --"I haven't even stolen anything yet."She informed him.

The click of his gun is heard as he fires a warning shot to the ground just next to Max, causing the man to flinch in surprise.

"You think am an idiot? Drop it."the gunsman snapped at her. The second the sentence left his lips a web shot out from above, sticking to the mans gun and pulling it away from him.

"Nah."A familiar voice spoke and y/n had to fight the smile on her face. --"I reckon you're an idiot, mate."

Hobie dropped down out of nowhere, standing a couple of feet away from y/n. --"Good one, Spider-Punk." she told him sarcastically, smiling brightly in his direction that she had no doubt he was scrunching his nose up at.

"Don't just gawk you fuckin' idiots!!"the shooter snapped to his men. --"Shoot them."He demanded.

This demand had y/n snapping her head forward in surprise just as an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her figure as she goes flying suddenly.

Hobie, upon hearing the demand had instantly grabbed ahold of y/n to swing her to safety somewhere. He didn't want her getting hurt in the process of him taking these shooters down.

He landed them somewhere behind a pillar, that was as best as he could do without risking being shot at.

"My hero."She mocked as she pressed her back against the pillar, peeking around the corner. --"'don't believe in heroes."He reminded her and she chuckled and glanced at him.

"Then what exactly are you doing, spider?"She mocked. He shrugged and gestured to her, --"Rescuin' a damsel."He responded just as mockingly.

"Lucky for you"She reached into her boot to pull out her own handgun. --"I don't need rescuing." she spoke, leaning forward to glance around the pillar.

"Where the fuck did you get tha'?"He asked, surprised at the weapon she had pulled. --"2293 mind your own business street."She responded as she suddenly moved from one pillar to another.

"What is with the mask? that one's new." He gestured to the mask on her face. --"Oh you don't like?" She teased, turning her head to his.

"Didn't say that, love." He responded, smirking underneath the mask. She smirked and leaned forward a little, --"I'll be sure to wear it more often, then."She told him. His gaze fell to her thigh highs.

"What else you got in those?" He questioned, gesturing to her boots. The smirk never wiped from her face. --"Wouldn't you like to know." She retaliated, her eyelids hooded as she stared up at him.

Hobie swallowed as y/n suddenly moved again from the pillar they were behind to another one, her gun drawn.

He debated staying by her side but ultimately settled on taking down the shooters before they actually hurt someone. y/n watched him disappear up to the roof and she turned her attention forward.

She wasn't actually considering killing anyone, the gun was simply for protection. Spotting one of the shooters she sneaked around the edge of another pillar before running forward and sweeping his legs with her own causing him to fall to his back, she kicked his gun away with her feet and delivered a swift punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly.

The click of a gun made her snap her head to the side in surprise only to see the same shooter as before, this time with the gun pointed at Max.

"you're ruining everything you bitch, "he snapped at her as her eyes flickered to Max. --"Let my brother go."She demanded, her voice strong.

The shooter only chuckled at the demand, failing to see the way she had angled her gun in her hands. --"Not happening."he mocked just as she pulled the trigger.

The bullet lodged itself into the shooter's foot. He let out a loud cry of pain, releasing Max as he fell to his ass. y/n rushed over to her brother to make sure he wasn't injured which he wasn't thankfully.

But she was too busy checking on her brother that she completely missed the gun that was pointed in her direction.

BANG!!

A bullet came hurling in her direction, grazing over the corner of her shoulder. A loud cry of pain passed her lips as she doubled over, her hand instantly flying to her shoulder.

Max's eyes widen and he instantly grabs the gun from y/n's hold, pointing it towards the man who had shot at her, shooting him straight through the shoulder.

y/n fell to her knees, grunting in pain as she pressed against her injury. Max kneeled down next to his sister, a worried expression on his face but he knew they didn't have time to dilly dally here.

"y/n, hey- look at me."He cradled her face in his hands. --"We have to get out of here before we're taken."He reminded her, nodding towards Hobie who was nearly finished up with the last remaining shooters.

She huffed out and nodded her head. --"I know. You take the roads I'll take the alley like usual."She mumbled as she stumbled to her feet. Max shook his head.

"You're injured we shouldn't split up-"He attempted to argue but shut up the second y/n shot him a look.

"Road way. Got it."He mumbled, taking a few steps backwards before running off.

Turning her head, y/n kneeled down next to the guy that she had knocked out, ripping off some of his shirt to tie around her injured shoulder.

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She staggered down an alley, a hand pressed to her shoulder instinctively. Her hand clutched the gun she had stolen from the man she had knocked out, worried she would run into more trouble.

Tonight could have gone a lot smoother.

Not only did she get injured but she had failed to steal anything of meaning from the museum. Boy, was her dad going to be pissed at her and Max.

Perhaps that was why she was taking her time walking through this alley. She could have been home a while ago but she slowed her steps- wishing to enjoy the peace she was getting in that moment.

Not to mention she was going to have to be stitched up and she knew that was going to hurt like a bitch.

"That looks like it hurts a belter."

Her eyes widen and she instantly spun around, the gun pointed at the source of the voice. She relaxed somewhat when seeing Hobie hanging there, upside down, his face covered by his mask.

"Are you following me, bug? I'm flattered." She mused taking a step forward as she dropped her arm holding the gun.

He only chuckled in response. --"You're a wanted thief aren't ya?"He asked sarcastically to which she hummed and nodded her head, pouting her bottom lip as she walked closer to the upside down man.

"You have to be a good thief to actually be wanted."She said with a chuckle, deciding to slip the gun into her boot. She raised an eyebrow, --"You not going to take me in?"

Hobie didn't respond for a moment. --"Nah. I'm not gonna to take you in, y/n."

She was surprised to hear her real name come from him. --"Ah. You know my name now." She put on a brave face as she lifted a hand to pull off his mask. --"Hobie." She finished as she pulled his mask off fully, clutching the fabric in-between her gloved hands.

Hobie didn't have a surprised look on his face. He looked calm and concerned. --"How long have you known?" She questioned after a moment of silence.

"A while. You?"

She raised both of her eyebrows. --"Ditto."

She lifted a finger to press against his eyebrow piercing. --"Always liked you're piercings." She hummed, dropping her eyes to look into his brown ones.

"You goin' to get on with it or not?"He said boldly, she quirked an eyebrow as she scoffed a small laugh, taking another step forward.

And as she leaned closer, she glanced down, taking his shut eyes as consent enough to press her lips against his. Her hands lifted to rest against the side of his face, no longer caring that her shoulder was in agony cos holy fuck she was kissing Hobie Brown.

Hobie, being upside down of course, leaned into the kiss as much as he possibly could but left all the work up to y/n who moved her lips tenderly against his.

They had both wanted this for a while and now knowing who one another was helped significantly with getting across the finish line.

Hobie dropped one of his hands from above him to rest on the back of y/n's head, pushing her further. His fingers tangled themselves in her blonde ponytail, taking enjoyment in twirling chunks of her hair between his fingers.

Of course they knew they couldn't do this for the rest of the night and they are reminded of that fact when a sudden pain shot through y/n's arm causing her to let out an abrupt gasp of pain against Hobie's lips.

She hissed and retracted her lips, leaning her forehead against his chin as she removed her hand from his face and placed it over her injured shoulder.

"you need patchin'" He informed her like it was old news. She chuckled through the pain and nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried steadying her heart rate.

The thud of him dropping to the ground in front of her didn't make her open her eyes, she kept them shut, resisting the urge to squeeze her shoulder.

"you can crash at mine, tonight."He told her. Now that did make her snap her eyes open.

"What? Hobie I can't, my dad-"

"You're dad's going to be nicked tonight."he blurted out causing her to pause, her eyes wide.

Hobie was fully aware of the difficult situation that y/n was in with her dad. All of her friends knew that she had a weird relationship with him. And when Hobie found out that she was Black Cat he finally understood why she always seemed so afraid to even mention him.

y/n's dad had been forcing her to steal since she was a child but that could all finally stop if he was going to prison.

"You're free, y/n."He informed her.

y/n hated her father. Always has. He had taught her to steal since she was 5- abusing her when she refused. She had never wanted to be a thief in the first place, she wanted to be an artist. But her dad had always only had money in mind.

But if he was going to be prison she wouldn't have to do this anymore.

Without warning she had lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Hobie's waist. Hobie didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her figure, accepting the hug without a seconds thought.

She pulled back, a small smile on her face as she lifted her hand to pull off her mask. Hobie smiled at that. She handed him back his mask as he noded to her shoulder.

"Let's head to mine."

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a/n this was so shit and I apologise- I was actually thinking about making this an actual book on my wattpad cos I like the idea of this very much- I had to rush everything into this one I apologise- apologies if the kiss seemed rushed- if I do decide to make it a book it will be the complete opposite I promise!!

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curioskitty · 4 years ago

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THE・Rarest Bakugou

Given Bakugou-kun's description as a "juvenile delinquent" (Horikoshi sensei uses the term 不良少年, or furyou shounen, meaning juvenile delinquent boy), it's expected that he wouldn't conform to standard. So obviously, it's not possible to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie properly................

What is up with this perfectly tied nonsense right here?!

Bakugou-kun, I thought I knew you!!! THE LIES! THE BETRAYAL!!!

But, it's probably just a fluke. You didn't mean it, right Horikoshi-sensei?

WTF?! WHY?!!! Horikoshi-sensei?!

Yep. Contrary to expectations, Bakugou-kun wearing a tie correctly only ranks at Ultra Rare status: difficult to find, but not impossible.

So, what's rarer than a tie-wearing Bakugou-kun? Go Beyond, Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In fact, it's even harder to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie improperly. Given proto-Bakugou's loose tie design, I would have expected that to be the likelier delinquent-esque tie option. But I've only seen Horikoshi-sensei draw him like this once:

(Horikoshi-sensei's one year celebration illustration. This is still fairly early in the publication.)

On top of that, Bakugou-kun consistently wears his uniform tie-less and with at least one button undone on his shirt collar. His pants are always slung low on his hips and legs bunching up at his feet (except when he had to wear jeans for Best Jeanist). You can even see panels where Horikoshi-sensei drew in the rips at the hems near the heel where they drag on the ground.

So why the inconsistency, Horikoshi-sensei? I see you over there, stop pretending you didn't notice. I know you're paying attention.

Horikoshi-sensei gave proto-Bakugou a loosened tie, so what is the reasoning for taking Bakugou-kun's tie away?

Some No-Tie Theories

Fan Theory #1: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW

//Like Midoriya-kun, Bakugou-kun came from a middle school with gakuran uniforms. They never learned how to tie them. Midoriya-kun messes up his tie, while Bakugou-kun doesn't even bother to try.//

I actually think this is the least likely reason. Bakugou-kun was designed to be a naturally talented genius. I think this applies to anything he wants to do. If he does something, it's always perfectly done.

Bakugou-kun can (and does if you look above) tie it perfectly when necessary.

CONCLUSION: If Bakugou-kun doesn't do something, it's completely out of personal preference or because he doesn't see a reason to.

Fan Theory #2: REBELLIOUS NATURE

//Bakugou-kun is a delinquent and maintains that image because he thinks it looks cool. Or maybe he is rebelling against fashion designer parents. Either way, because of his family background he knows how to tie a tie, but wants to be a rebel.//

I'd give partial points for this one. I'm pretty sure he wears his pants loose at least partially because he thinks it looks cool. However, Bakugou-kun's parents were noted to be designers and not specifically fashion designers.

Despite appearances, this is the kid that sleeps at 8:30pm, doesn't break school rules, and yells at his friends for smoking.

He zips up the collar on his gym track suit all the way. Both the summer and winter versions get the same treatment. He doesn't feel the need to "make a statement" by wearing his track uniform incorrectly. Outside of class, he can and does sometimes wear his track jacket unzipped, but during class he always wears it properly.

So then why does Bakugou-kun refuse to wear the band T-shirt and Christmas party Santa outfit? Because he isn't cooperative. In Ultra Analysis, his Cooperativeness Stat was the lowest rank: E.

CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun may be non-conformist and uncooperative, but he isn't a rebel.

Fan Theory #3: TRAUMA/PTSD

//This is one of the more popular theories. Between Dabi grabbing his neck, the Sludge Villain and being restrained at the School Festival, our boy has been through the wringer. As a result, he just doesn't like stuff around his neck because it gives him anxiety.//

The Western Fandom is definitely concerned about the mental health of the kids. But I don't actually think this is the reason. Not that I don't think they all need some therapy and self care, especially right now, but there just isn't evidence for this specific trauma in Bakugou-kun.

He wears scarves and even turtle necks without a problem.

On top of that, Bakugou-kun ALSO unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and gakuran in middle school; even from before the Sludge Villain incident. There isn't any evidence Bakugou-kun changed his dressing habits due to trauma. He wore a scarf to the entrance exam for UA, too.

CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun has ALWAYS worn his shirts with the top button unbuttoned.

These 3 theories are inadequate, too. Even if they did explain the reasons Bakugou-kun doesn't wear a uniform tie, they don't factor in the reasoning for why he DOES wear his other ties properly sometimes.

HC#1: Bakugou-kun's preference

Bakugou-kun doesn't seem to care about his image and how "extras" see him. Even during the press interviews after his hero debut, he wore the same style of open collar look. He's not shy about being nude or taking his shirt off.

But what he hates is being uncomfortable.

He is "explosively brawny". Just look at how thick Bakugou-kun's neck is when compared to Midoriya-kun's. It isn't just that Midoriya-kun is supposed to be scrawny, but also that Bakugou-kun has a thicker than average neck.

Bakugou-kun doesn't like to button up his shirts all the way because it's uncomfortable. It's reasonable that he zips his track suit and everything else up because those are looser at the neck or made of stretchier materials.

As for why he doesn't wear the uniform tie at all... Don't forget Bakugou-kun is a perfectionist and a bit of a neat freak.

He always tucks his shirt in. For the band performance he wore a collared black dress shirt. From what we saw of his room, it's minimalist and clean. I don't see him wanting to look like a slob.

A sloppy loose tie would probably irritate him more than just not wearing it (which is even funnier when you think about Midoriya-kun's chonk tie. It probably makes him want to strangle Midoriya-kun, or maybe just tie it himself...)

Bakugou-kun has difficulties compromising when it comes to his high standards. So if he has to wear it, it's going to be either 0% or 100%.

HC#2: Explosiveness

Why draw Bakugou-kun with either 0% tie or 100% tie? If Horikoshi-sensei is going for a delinquent image, wouldn't the 50% tie option make more sense?

Taking a look again at Bakugou-kun's profile page, Horikoshi-sensei describes him to be explosive in every way. That includes his whole body being "explosively brawny", but also adds a note that he looks slender in clothes.

Horikoshi-sensei put an effort to make every element of Bakugou-kun's character in some state of either fully compressed or explosive.

His slimming clothes, general appearance and even his speech patterns are highly compressed (blunt/terse) and loud. The extremes of his attitude are compressed too; if Bakugou-kun is not loudly raging, then he's quietly observing.

This contrast is key to his character. You can't explode if you aren't compressed first. It's supposed to be shocking to see how brawny he actually is under his slenderizing clothes. And I always feel shocked whenever I see this kid compressed into a tie.

HC#3: Deku & Kacchan

These two are set apart from the class by design and very much on purpose. Horikoshi-sensei designed them to be at opposite ends of the same spectrum.

If Bakugou-kun has muscular arms, then Midoriya-kun needs muscular legs. If Midoriya-kun buttons up his shirt all the way to the collar, then Bakugou-kun's collar has to be loose. Their designs reflect their connection.

So if Midoriya-kun has a poorly tied tie, the opposite of that is either non-existant or perfectly tied. If it's perfectly tied, he'd just blend in with the class.

The no-tie option just makes more sense.

Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou

Horikoshi-sensei only ever draws Bakugou-kun with a tie in specific scenarios. Costume events that require the neck tie as part of the costume or "fancy" events where everyone is in formal wear. And even in those, Bakugou-kun manages to not wear his tie 90% of the time.

So, I just imagine that when Horikoshi-sensei makes Bakugou-kun wear his tie, he's super grumpy! Just look at his face in every illustration he's wearing a tie in. He's probably hot, uncomfortable, and really not enjoying himself at all.

Ultimately, the "Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou" is a Bakugou-kun who wears the tie and SMILES while doing it.

(Yes, I know that's NOT actually a tie. Shut up Bakugou-kun. You're only smirking in this one because you won the Popularity Poll for the 5th time in a row...)

(Well that's random, you say? Welcome to my blog. Considering the stuff going down on canon, I figured I should give fans, and myself, a break from angst to talk about something silly.

Please note that this applies only to the manga. I've found that the anime isn't quite so strict about how Bakugou-kun looks.

Regarding the headcanons, I just want to clarify that everyone is free to think whatever they like. I enjoy all headcanons and support your right to have them.

I wrote this a while ago and then debated posting it because it's such a huge meta about... Bakugou-kun's tie. I had regrets. But now it's become my new years post. Regrets were for 2020, it's already 2021!

Demons out, fortune in!!! I know it's not setsubun for another month, but 2020 was such a demon.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!)

#why did i write this #does this even qualify as meta #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bnha randomness #bnha spoilers #bkdk #bakudeku #decchan #if you squint #bnha meta #boku no hero manga #Bakugou Katsuki's tie

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yarichin-imagines · 3 years ago

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Hi!!! okokok, how bout a s/o who has a kind of quirk (just like bnha!), how do you think they would react? Like, I think they'd probably integrate into something related to sex or develop a kink (? LMAO

y'all i am so into bnha you have no idea!! also, for neutrality purposes, i'll be using the quirks of deku, todoroki, bakugou, uraraka, kirishima, denki, sero, iida, and satou, all from class 1A, mostly just because none of their quirks rely on physical appearances!!

tw: impact, dubcon (drugging, somno), dummification if you squint

Toono – S/O's Quirk: One for All – This Quirk is a union of two different Quirks, one that stockpiles power and one that passes itself on to another. The user can momentarily gain strength and speed far greater than any other Quirk and hero.

thankfully by the time he'd met you, you'd mastered the use of your Quirk

you were never the prance about type to flash around your power anyway

you preferred to use it for more mundane tasks – like opening pickle jars and carrying the groceries into the house in one trip

he found out about it on accident

he was on his way out when he caught you in the parking lot coming in––

with your car in hand, two feet off the ground

you'd dropped your fob somewhere underneath it and couldn't see

toono passed out

when he came to, his first questions revolved around whether or not the car was okay

once he wraps his head around it though..

he's way more into it than he tells you

but it also fuckin terrifies him

so much so that he really doesn't want you to use it on him

definitely has watched you use it so intently that he can nut off to it later

maybe one day he'll pluck up and ask you to activate it for some pictures he can keep

Kashima - S/O's Quirk: Half-Cold, Half-Hot – This Quirk splits the user into two, half of the user's body can emit ice, the other half emits fire.

honesty is a pillar to kashima's relationship

your quirk came to light a month or so into seeing him

and at first, he was mostly excited about the health benefits

he decides then and there that you gotta do him a solid and chill his side of the bed

that way he can keep cool when he sleeps

sometimes

even if he's half asleep

he'll grab your right hand with a lil soft tug

and in your drowsy stupor you chill his pillow so there's no need for a flip

makes him grin like an idiot every time

when he comes home from practice or from the gym he has you freeze and unfreeze the bathwater-- saves you guys a whole lot of ice

he doesn't mind letting you ease his muscles with your left side after all the heats works wonders that would make any rice pack green with envy

as a top, kashima's got complete control in the bedroom

all day, he'll ask you to close your eyes and heat something up, maybe it's a vibrator or a dildo

or when you chill something, they're usually beads or a plug

all for him to torment you with later on that night

Yacchan – S/O's Quirk: Explosion – This Quirk allows the user to sweat a substance similar to Nitroglycerin from the user's palms and ignite it to create explosions.

kyosuke recognizes it's too dangerous to use in the bedroom

but that being said, there's plenty of other stuff around the place to let you show off

your firework shows are always the best on the block

especially when he sets some off right when yuu isn't expecting it

mainly, yacchan appreciates your quirk when it comes to pulling pranks

It's really funny when you're popping ziploc bags full of nothing right outside tamura's dorm when he's trying to power nap before exams

and even funnier when he storms out in just tighty whities to yell at you

only to meet the flash of yacchan's cellphone

toono will fall asleep during study sessions sometimes and yacchan will facetime you so you can let out a boom and wake him up

he will most definitely fall off the bed and yacchan will most definitely record it

the two of you are the best of the worst that way

Shikatani – S/O's Quirk: Zero Gravity – This Quirk allows the user to cause people and items to float on contact. There is a weight limit on how much the user can levitate, and if this Quirk is used to much, it will cause the user to get sick.

it's really helpful when you help him deep clean

after all, if the supplies are gracefully floating behind him, that leaves his hands free to do twice the work, saving him half the time

but you're content to watch the beautiful boy work

if you help him clean like that, he won't ask for much more that day

he is very very conscious of how much you use your quirk

because he cares about you too much to let you get sick

since he knows for a fact that because of his ocd he won't be able to take care of you

and that stings

so on the days where the chores have all been done he gets the honor of experiencing the effects of your quirk in bed

he likes how it feels when your tease him from the air above

your throat feels more open

but it's not like he can do too much about it since the instant he gets too eager you always float just out of reach

sometimes if he's behaved very well, you'll suspend him

the headrush he gets is euphoric

but the best is how good you are when you blow out his back with your strap

after all, without gravity, your stroke game is literally out of this world

Akemi – S/O's Quirk: Hardening – This Quirk allows the user to harden any part of their body. This shell can withstand several tons of metal falling on the user, along with shock waves, explosions, etc.

there's nothing cuter to akemi keiichi than a brat

if you want to misbehave?

by all means

go right ahead

he'll leave it to you to exhaust yourself

that's the first time he saw you use it

he wasn't aiming to cause any major damage, he was only spanking you with his hand

but he'd been at it for almost an hour

then suddenly he'd pushed you off him after he'd slapped what felt like a solid rock

not that it could stop him

his eyes only grew darker

from then on out, it was all a game to see how far he could push before the shell wore down and you gave into him

Itome – S/O's Quirk: Electrification – This Quirk allows the user to discharge electricity out of the user's body. It goes out in all directions around the user, and can be used to even charge objects, such as batteries. There is a limit to how much this Quirk can be used, and if used too much, the user will short circuit their own brain, and won't be able to do anything for an hour.

of course you can charge his phone in a pinch when it dies at the worst possible moment

hotwire his car when he's already running late

restart the fusebox when there's a power outage

after hours, itome's not a hard dom

not in the slightest

but every once in awhile, he can be particularly malicious

like when he has you overcharge your vibrators to give him the liberty of overstimulating you for longer

really it's less about the scene and more about what comes after

due to the limits of your quirk, aftercare is all on him

that's what he likes the most

taking care of you completely

being able to coax you through your braindead state

clean you off and pose you all comfortable

you're all the sweeter when you come to, when you come back to him

Yuri – S/O's Quirk: Tape – This Quirk allows the user to shoot extremely strong tape from openings on the user's elbows.

the tape is good for fixing most messes yuri gets himself into, clumsy fuck

also waxing!

of course he's gonna be into it

he loves the sting it leaves when you pull it off him the most

and he feels it all over again when there's red rectangular patches all across his skin the next morning

though the gluey part is a bit of a pain to wash off

sometimes he'll leave it for him to pick at throughout the day -- that way he'll get the shivers, makes him hot all over again!

he literally cannot get enough

when you do your school work or anything that diverts your attention from him, he'll be tugging at your elbow

this way you can restrain him until you're ready to ahem

put him to use

you can also use your tape to toss him around, floor to bed to floor to wherever

sometimes you even tape up his face, cover his mouth until the drool renders the tape into a thin flimsy strip

you tie his hands tighter and tighter every time, and it never breaks him

he loves it

on the other hand, yuri can be quite the slippery fuck

for emergencies, you've got some of your tape stored away

you've woken up more than once hogtied, your quirk turned against you

like it or not, yuri can easily turn the tables and you're almost never expecting it

you might have an unlimited supply, but he's too quick for your own good

Tamura – S/O's Quirk: Engine – This Quirk gives the user incredible speed by engine-like protrusions in the user's calves. The engines are fueled by orange juice, and carbonated drinks will mess the engines up.

he calls a 40 meter dash every single weekend

he sets his treadmill to train for it the whole week

but he never beats you

and it seriously pisses him off

you're always faster, no matter the game

if anything, it motivates him

he'll take the bruised ego if it helps him get into better shape

the fact that sometimes, you let him win makes his "engines" overheat faster than you can blink

he'll chase you and chase you for hours

fueled on adrenaline and testosterone, there's no way he'll tap out before you

expect a long, hard bite once he catches you

he goes absolutely animalistic

that lilt in his voice when he finally gets to sink his teeth into your shoulder, even if it's through a shirt, that doesn't matter to him

"caught you"

Jimmy – S/O's Quirk: Sugar Rush – This Quirk allows the user to become stronger and faster every 10 grams of sugar they eat for three minutes. The more the user uses this Quirk, the dumber they get.

every time he catches you snacking on a chocolate bar his whole brain turns off

he's practically jumping, the way he bounces around

waiting for you to inevitably choke slam him against the nearest surface

wall, couch, bed, anything

he likes it when you just toss him over your shoulder

even more the way your hits are harder than usual

he antagonizes you on purpose

making sure to stuff a grocery cart full of sweets he knows you like so that he can catch you snacking and make him pay through the nose

he always asks so nicely

but when you won't give in, well that just won't do!

doses your miso with sugar, drops in three extra cubes in your milk tea, encourages extra flan for dessert

for the next three minutes, you're nearly tripping over yourself

everything is lighter

and then when the crash hits---

jimmy can finally take what he wants

and karma is quite the bitch

#admin yari #bnha au #ybc #yarichin b club

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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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I haven’t gotten any requests and I was slightly inspired by a fic I read. So here’s the prompt:

Lucio, Ashe, Hanzo and Y/N have different schedules. They end up missing their S/O so Y/N buys them a gift to help them stop missing them so much.

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-Lucio-

» You bought him a giant stuffed bear, and put his favorite tie that you wore (a pizza tie) around its neck

» He loves it, and for the first day that you were gone he just propped it in the corner of the room on your chair

» However, around the fourth day that you’re gone, he started to actually miss you

» Eventually, he grabbed the bear, and chuckled lightly, as he smelled a hint of your perfume/cologne on it

» He slept with it until you returned

» You might have to fight with the bear about who gets to sleep with him, he’s gotten attached to it, and the bear is so big

-Ashe-

» You two were members of the deadlock gang, and she sent you on missions with her all the times

» However, a family issue popped up, the problem is, your family lived in New York

» You knew that she didn’t like to be separated from you, so you made her messages in a bottle

» You told her that everytime she missed you, she could open the jar, and pull out one of the papers

» She brushes it off at first, and leaves the bottle on the desk in your shared room

» But eventually, she opens the jar and sees that it’s a reason why you miss her, she also notices that the amount of messages are the amount of days you’ll be gone

-Hanzo-

» For him, it was a hoodie

» You favorite hoodie for that matter, the plain white one with the silly cartoon cactus plastered on the front

» He wasn’t going to wear it, it’d look silly on him and everyone would stare-Oops, he’s wearing it now, how’d that happen?

» He mainly wears it while sleeping, it still smells like you, and he can tell you haven’t washed it, since it smells a little funny too

» But he’d rather smell your perfume/cologne than the smell of fresh laundry

» It’s even funnier when he now claims the hoodie, saying that it was his. You don’t mind of course, despite what he says, you know he missed you

──•~❉+❉~•──

Rules

Masterlist

#overwatch x reader #hanzo x reader #ashe x reader #lucio x reader #my writing #lol what #pls send requests I'm dying y'all PLEASE

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chaos-and-sparkles · 4 years ago

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Percabeth Wedding Headcanons

They considered not getting married as a fuck you to Hera, but decided a better fuck you would be to not let her rule their lives.

Annabeth wore a white suit with a blue tie and Percy wore a black suit with a grey tie.

There was a huge fight over who got to be whose bride's/groom's bitches. Eventually Tyson was Percy's best man, with Jason, Frank, Hazel, Nico and Leo in his crew.

Annabeth's maid of honour was Thalia, with Reyna, Piper, Magnus, Clarisse, Rachel and the Stoll brothers in hers.

Chiron officiated. Estelle was flower girl. Grover was ring bearer, and he began chewing the cushion halfway through the ceremony, while sobbing the most.

Coach Hedge held his club up threateningly, but his eyes were suspiciously moist too.

Calypso was the next big crier, sitting with her arms crossed stubbornly in a white vintage T-shirt and faded jeans, tears seeping out through the corners of her eyes.

Almost all the gods came.

Aphrodite was jumping up and down and cooing over them, giving Percy looks that made him turn bright red. She looked exactly like Annabeth to him now.

Apollo was sprawled in a front seat that he was not supposed to be in, and had dragged Will and Meg with him, Will smiling awkwardly while Meg chatted with Artemis about how annoying Apollo was.

Hermes appeared to Percy in the dressing room ("Do you gods have NO respect for privacy?") because he 'had a message for him.’ A message from him, George and Martha, for once, wishing him good luck. They chatted, and then Percy asked if he'd met Annabeth too, but Hermes stiffened and left.

Afterwards tho he and Annabeth came face to face during the reception, and it was awkward and silent. It ended with both of them in tears about Luke, but it was healing for them both. Hermes gave her her dagger back, and Annabeth was surprised and asked how he got it back from Tartarus. Hermes said Bob had found it and sent it up, and was on the lookout for her laptop too -

But he didn't get to finish, because Annabeth hugged him hard, and after initial shock he hugged her back.

The tension between Athena and Poseidon was palpable, and they were seated as far apart as possible.

Poseidon thumped Annabeth on the back so hard she almost toppled into the lake, booming "I should have known! My son and I seem to have yet another thing in common - a love for queens among women." And Percy turned red again. Poseidon gave Percy a huge hug, and went on to meet Sally Jackson. Poseidon took his son marrying a daughter of his rival better than Athena did, though.

When Annabeth and Athena met, there was some tension. It was difficult for Athena to admit she was harsh and unfair with what she said to Annabeth in HOO, and to apologize, but Percy put his hand on Annabeth's shoulder and stood behind her, even when Athena turned her piercing gaze on him and asked that she talk to Annabeth alone. He only went when Annabeth asked him to.

Athena told Annabeth she was proud of her, and added that there was a chance she might be as great, and even greater, than Daedalus. Annabeth knew this was her best attempt at showing affection, and appreciated it.

Athena then accosted Percy, on his way back with drinks, and gave him a once over and humphed. Percy didn't flinch or show any signs of being intimidated, and she raised and eyebrow and finally said, "I will admit, Perseus Jackson, that I did not think you a good choice for my daughter. I still have my doubts... However you have proved yourself more than worthy, and so I gave you permission to marry her. But make no mistake - if you hurt her, I will crack your skull open and extract every brain cell you have left, until you are a drooling, gibbering mess." Percy replied, "If I hurt Annabeth, she'll break every bone in my body before you even get to me. So I don't think you have to worry about that." They parted on fair terms.

Artemis met Percy and Annabeth together, and they had a short conversation about the merits of being turned into a Jackalope, vs the merits of being married. "Life as a Jackalope is more enjoyable than it would seem. However, you have chosen your bane, and against all odds, I hold hope for you both." she concluded.

Hestia was tending the flames when Percy and Annabeth went to meet her, both respecting her as the most helpful goddess of legit all time. She smiled and simply said, "Hope is stronger than ever now, Percy Jackson, for you now build a new and loving home - a rarer place than you would expect."

Mr. D insisted on making a speech, and making it out to Perry Jorganesson and Annie Bell.

The only god not present was Zeus. In fact, he'd banned the gods from going when it became clear that everyone wanted to go, but the gods' respect for him after the way he handled the HOO fiasco was in negative numbers so every single one of them sneaked out of Olympus. Even those who normally wouldn’t have gone went to spite him.

Hades and Persephone went as a couple. Hades sniffed and smirked, saying only that he was glad Percy was 'not my son's type, or I'd have to deal with you' (but he low key ships Percabeth). Persephone though, smiled radiantly and was one coo away from fangirl squealing. Before they left, Hades gave them a note from Bob.

"Bob saw two stars already. They were next to him in Tartarus. Bob says hello." Percy and Annebth sobbed for fiat that, holding each other tightly. They made a point of mapping every single constellation that night. They almost cried again when they saw the Huntress above them.

Hephaestus's eyes twinkled, and he said, "I see that trap in Waterland worked after all - even if not in the way I'd intended."

Ares just grunted that Annabeth had a better weapon (the dragon fang sword) than the last time he saw her, and took his sunglasses off to glare at Percy. "Now there are TWO goddesses who'll kill me if I snuff you out."

The highlight though was Hera waltzing in, smiling smugly like she'd set up the whole thing, and eating a slice of cake, turning a seashell-and-flower arrangement into a cow because it 'looked better, and brought back memories'. She left soon enough, but not before the cow had left a warm gift.

Grover gave his blessing as Lord of the Wild, Rachel gave hers as the Oracle, and the gods fully expected Percabeth to ask for one of their blessings next, but instead the two turned to Sally Jackson and asked for her blessing as the 'supreme goddess'.

The ceremony was in the pavilion, and the reception was around the canoe lake at twilight. The trees around the canoe lake were hung with fairy lights, and Juniper and the dryads had ensured that the sweetest, most fragrant flowers grew. Seashells decorated the venue. Calypso had brought moonlace that began to glow and smell even more beautiful as night began to fall. The Hecate cabin had enchanted sparkling butterflies to flutter around them both after it got dark. The naiads sang in voices nearly as beautiful as the sirens, although lighter and airier. The pegasi flew in formation.

Bessie the Ophiotaurus as well as the Hippocampi were in attendance.

Percy and Annabeth did their first dance underwater, and kissed before resurfacing. Everyone looked around for the dance floor, but couldn't see a thing, when they realized - the lake was the dance floor. Percy had managed to magic the lake, with favours from the naiads and Poseidon, into a liquid dance floor that rippled different colours with each step.

Their wedding day had been on the last day of camp, with the whole camp invited, so with nightfall came the camp traditions, but even better.

There was the fireworks display of course, but with Leo's help it was doubly glorious and even began to tell Percabeth's story. Annabeth looked like she'd die when it began showing the Thrill Ride of Love part of the story, because "It doesn't matter if we're married Percy! It's still embarrassing!"

Camp fire was even more cheerful, what with the gods and mortals allowed in for the first time, and of course Piper+Leo and the Stoll brothers played pranks - it was funnier than it would have been because their pranks overlapped and backfired on each other instead.

Instead of wedding bands, Percabeth were married with camp beads - an owl and a trident artistically intertwined in a silver thread carved heart, designed by Rachel. Hazel summoned the silver and some jewels to embellish them - and this time, she knew, somehow, that they weren’t cursed.

Of course the cake and all food and drink was blue, as well as the flowers, the wedding party's outfits, and (on Annabeth's request as a surprise for Percy) the guests’ clothes. Aphrodite went super overboard with that, and even Artemis succumbed to a small blue flower and fang accessory in her hair.

As soon as the dancing and music ended (as soon as they could get the mic away from Apollo), the activity underway was Capture the Flag with Percy and Annabeth leading opposite teams composed of their bridal parties+friends. Coach Hedge and the Hermes, Ares, Aphrodite and part of the Apollo cabins along with a bunch of minor god cabins went on Annabeth's team, and Will, Meg, and the rest in Percy's. The gods sat it out (some had to be physically restrained) as did Grover, the nature spirits, animals and mortals (Rachel had to be dissuaded from entering armed with plastic hairbrushes and improv lighter-and-spray flamethrowers).

Nobody won. Instead of crossing over the boundary line when they met with each other's flags in hand, Percy and Annabeth started making out. Clarisse could be heard grumbling about it later.

Grover and Thalia stayed back long after everyone had left, and the four of them spent time together until four in the morning.

BTW Annabeth proposed to Percy right before he was about to propose to her. They both looked at each other in surprise for a solid minute, and then burst out laughing. It was impossible to tell who said yes, or if any of them did, but they didn't need to.

They’d both gone to Tyson for the engagement rings. Tyson was confused at first, but promised to keep their secret from each other.

Grover on the other end of the link just stopped mid conversation with the Council of Cloven Elders and Dionysus, and bleated loudly in relief, "FREAKING FINALLY." out of nowhere, and while everyone looked bewildered, Dionysus though just took a sip of diet coke and rolled his eyes, sighing, "Took them long enough."

They proposed to each other on Percy's birthday. Annabeth had baked another blue cupcake ("I'm getting better at it, too!") and they were cuddling/play fighting/sprawling on the sofa late at night in Sally's apartment, talking. They sat with their legs crossed together, devouring the cupcake with their fingers, talking about their plans.

Annabeth mentioned that she'd designed this new building for New Rome that she was SO excited to build (Reyna had contracted her as New Rome's architect), and asked if Percy wanted to see the design. Percy agreed, and she retrieved a roll of paper. Annabeth began to explain enthusiastically, and, pointing at the center of the design, said, "And this is my favourite part." Percy leaned in further to see what she was pointing at - at the heart of the temple, where the altar should be, was a blue-silver ring with a wave design over the words "will you marry me?"

Annabeth looked almost anxiously at Percy, but he looked blank. Finally, Percy uncapped Riptide, which she hadn't noticed was poised in his hand as if he was going to point or correct something on the sheet, and instead of expanding into a sword, it remained a ball pen - with a simple silver ring etched with the words "Wise Girl" around its tip.

They stared at each other, stumped, before exploding in laughter.

Sally and Paul came running from the next room, Estelle copying them and giggling in Paul's arms, worried that it was a monster attack. When instead they saw Percy and Annabeth laughing and hugging, each wearing a ring on fingers covered in blue frosting and looking as if they couldn't quite believe it, Sally burst into tears right there and had to explain to her concerned kids, laughing, that these were happy tears because secretly she still couldn't believe that they had all found their happiness and it was something she'd only dared to dream of because it was everything she ever wanted for her son and she was happy to and oh how long had she waited and worked and hoped for a happy ending for all of them but never really expected it and this was too much -

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thebestworstidea · 3 years ago

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Pretty Boy

@dukeceitweek day 4: Free Day!

I do not apologize for this turn of the century Pretty Woman-A/B/O mashup. In fact I can pretty much guarantee I’m going to be coming back to it when I have more time.

Notes on the setting: Alphas and Omegas make up less than a third of the population. Nobility tries to breed for them, but it’s still kind of a genetic toss up, so you’ll find them in all social strata. Due to period-typical psudoscience, it has become popular for omegas, who were traditionally strong protective types, to be seen more are delicate beings like ladies who require protection; where as Alphas instead of being providers and innovators, are leaders and protectors. Polyamory is not unusual, even among betas.

warnings: sexwork, gambling, drinking, brief violence, prejudice, non traditional A/B/O dynamics.

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It had been a long day, week, month, year, and Janus Tromperie just wanted to cut loose a little. It wasn’t exactly respectable, but it wasn’t unreasonable for a gentleman of certain means to go down to the dockward parts of the city and indulge in a bit of gambling, drinking and even whoring. It was a little dangerous, but that was part of the thrill. Appropriate caution removed most of the danger- not taking to much money with you, wearing clothes just bit out of fashion and shabby, taking a gentleman down to middle class. Janus was on the slender side, but tall and with the scent of a well-fed-Alpha. He wore his blond hair romantically long and his face bare. Watching the seedy going ons of the docks was safe enough. He had very little urge to join in on it, besides a few bets on fist fights and a round or two of cards- always bowing out before he won much, and unable to be goaded into staying longer. The harder they pushed, the more likely he was to leave, in fact.

That was more or less why he was much further into the seedy side than he normally went. As he was passing an open doorway, another man collided with him. Immediately he assumed it was a pickpocket, but no hands slipped into his pockets, instead they steadied him where he’d almost tripped. Another man sidled out the doorway of what seemed to be a bar, if the stench of old beer and gin was any indication, walking away purposely.

“S’cuse me.” he said, and dove at the other man, grabbing him by the back of the coat and whipping him around. There were visible muscles in his upper arm, straining against the dull gray fabric of his shirt sleeves. He was remarkably under-dressed for the evening.

Janus’s nostrils flared and he opened his mouth slightly to scent better. The man who’d collided with him was an Omega- how interesting. There were lots of scents around him, beta and alpha both. More than one, which was surprising, considering how rare they were.

“This ain’t no dine and dash, fuckhead.” the omega snarled. “Pay up.”

“Slut.” the other man retorted, and tried to punch him. “You’d do it for free.”

The omega’s hand lashed out, and squeezed around his throat.

“Yeah, if someone was worth doing. You I’d charge double for, if only to pay to lay the itch.”

The implication was fairly clear, and Janus gave a snort of amusement. A whore beating up a john on their own was the best entertainment he’d seen tonight. The john glared at him over the omega’s shoulder.

“How about some help?” he demanded.

Janus actually laughed. The omega shoved the other man, then took a step back into the lantern light, going through a leather billfold neither of them had noticed him taking. That only made Janus unobtrusively check his own again. Both the decoy and his actual wallet were in place and intact.

“Give that back-” the john took a swing and the omega flicked the billfold into his face, sidestepping and tripping him.

“Fuck yourself, next time.” he suggested charmingly bearing sharp white teeth, tucking the money he’d taken into his shirt. The john tried to get up and the omega stepped on his hand, making him snarl. Oh, that’s where the other alpha scent was coming from, this just got funnier and funnier.

“You little pissant omega whore.”

“Yep.” He drove the heel of his shoe down on his hand. “Listen, lobcock, I don’t have to play nice. You got what you tried not to pay for.” He raised his foot and the other man snatched his billfold from the gutter. Trying to stand with dignity, he checked the contents, and opened his mouth, presumably to say something. The omega gave an aborted lunge, snapping his teeth feraly, and the alpha disappeared into the night.

There was silence for a long moment- well, not silence. There was the faint whistle of a nearby lamp burning, and the sound of revelry in the bar nearby. If Janus strained his ears, he could even hear other people taking their pleasure in the rooms above, and one particularly loud noise from the actual brothel a street over.

The omega was thick and solid as they often were. Despite the spreading ideal that omegas should be slender and giving, they tended to be thick and tough, suited for protecting their young and mates. His eyes were wild and a little sunken, but that did nothing to disguise his good, almost aristocratic, looks. If he was clean and properly dressed, he would have been better looking than most people Janus had been set up with last season. Though that might have more to do with being fully grown instead of young. He stroked his hair- uncut and wild- back, and smoothed the small, surprisingly well groomed mustache that decorated his face. Shrugging one arm out of his vest, he shifted the suspender that had been outside it to it’s proper place, and buttoned the garment up against the evening chill. Then he seemed to realize that he was being observed.

“Are you waiting for a better apology?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Cuz honestly, nicest bounce I’ve had for a while, too enjoyable to apologize more for.”

Janus gave a startled laugh, realizing he hadn't said anything, just staring.

“So you’re a prostitute?” Janus asked.

“What was your first clue?” He looked at his nails.

“Do you have a pimp?”

“Dangerous questions, mandrake snake.” But he spread his hands, indicating the foggy night outside a bar, with no one but them in sight.

“How would you like a job?”

“Not looking for one, so you know.”

“Not looking to be one, to be clear.” Janus retorted.

“So just a normal getting green on?” He said thoughtfully. “Well, I’m probably not gonna get welcomed back in there just yet.” the omega looked over his shoulder at the bar. “But I might have a slot open for you.”

This was a terrible idea. This definitely wasn’t why he came here. But it was entertaining.

“No, not a normal hire.” Janus walked in a slow circle, taking in his appearance further, trying not to be too obvious about smelling. While he smelled of several betas and a couple of alphas, his underlying scent was fairly healthy, no twinge of sickness. It was a deep mossy scent, inviting like the forest after rain, thick with mud. His clothes could have been second hand, or they could have just been worn hard. “I’m in need for a more… prolonged companion. At least a week.”

He choked out a laugh.

“Oh you’re a trip to Bedlam and back, aren’t you?” the omega leaned in towards him, and Janus didn’t lean away as his nostrils flared, not being subtle or polite about taking in Janus’s cologne, the faint remnants of his dinner, and the whiskey he’d drunk. “Who are you looking to piss off? Parents? A fiancee jilt you? No wait-” he held up a finger. “You’re trying to jilt someone!”

“You’ll just have to take the hire to find out won’t you?” Janus’s mouth tipped up at the corner.

“Let’s talk terms then.”

“Here?”

“I haven’t lived this long by following strange and handsome men with no guarantees.”

“Very well, how about the bar two streets over?” Janus jerked his head in the right direction. It was in the direction of the seedy dance halls and cabarets, but still within in the dockside sprawl.

“I can do that.”

“Do you need to retrieve anything?”

He smoothed down his vest, and pulled a thin scarf out of his pocket, tying it with practiced movements into a tie of sorts.

“This is as good as it gets.” he informed Janus. They started strolling in the indicated direction.

“It occurs to me, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Janus Tromperie.” He tipped his head at the omega, offering a gloved hand.

“Makes no difference to me what you call yourself.” He said, shrugging a shoulder without removing his hands from his pockets. Well, “But you can call me Remus.”

“Well Remus, I hope it will be a pleasure.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.”

#willow is writing #Dukeceit #fanfiction #dukeceit week

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occasionalfics · 4 years ago

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touch every star (3)

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Pairing: Thor X Cinderella!Reader AU

A/N: Party time!

Warnings: Lots of angst, a really, really shitty boss, but overall this is probably the most pure fic I’ve ever written?

Words: 3,119

“Hey, um. So I know you need the dress first and I’m totally on board with that,” Wanda said a week before the gala.

“Sounds like there’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere,” Y/N said, flipping through a magazine as she waited for her toenails to dry. She didn’t even look up at her roommate at first.

“There’s a party I’m going to later that night. Long story, another photographer’s trying to start some trend of middle-of-the-night parties or something. But it’s black tie and I-”

“You need the dress?” Y/N did glance at Wanda then. She put her magazine down and watched as Wanda nodded, throwing her a wince.

“I’m sorry, babe. I know the gala’s important to you-”

“Wanda, it’s fine. I don’t plan on staying past midnight anyway, so it’ll work out.” She smiled, and after hesitating a second, Wanda came into the room and sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed.

“You’re sure? It won’t be a total buzzkill or anything?”

Y/N shook her head and grabbed Wanda’s hand gently. “Hon, you helped pay for the dress. We agreed we’d share it. If your turn is literally immediately after mine, then so be it. I promise I’ll have it back with enough time for you to get comfy in it.”

Wanda reached forward and pulled Y/N into a tight hug. “You’re literally the best friend ever.”

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Thor watched as his friends - all of them, in one place for once - drank and danced and laughed together. It truly had been too long. He’d missed each and every one of them. But especially Steve and Bucky, who were already up to no good as they poked and prodded at some of the board members that attempted to get to Tony.

Sam, the Director of Public Relations, sidled up to Thor with his signature smirk. His mask was simple - deep gold velvet to offset the golden embellishments along his maroon suit. “Come alone again, Big Man?”

He gave a sardonic laugh, as he usually did to Sam’s teasing. “It’s almost expected now. Who’m I to throw a wrench in our well-oiled machine?”

Sam laughed at that, bending forward a bit like he always did when his friends thought they were funnier than he was. As much as Tony liked to crown himself the King of Sarcasm, there was no doubt among them that Sam was the true comedian. That was part of what made him so good at his job - Sam was probably the best with outsiders from their group.

“Well, you’ve got plenty to choose from tonight, I’m sure.” Sam winked as they both headed into the group proper. They shared three tables, where they stood and laughed and drank together. Sam greeted his wife, Maria, who’s deep green and gold color scheme made the two of them look like Christmas incarnate. They’d probably planned it that way, Thor figured.

Thor moved around the tables to stand next to Bucky and his latest flame - a slender, mysterious looking woman with fire-colored hair and a gilded butterfly mask. Her dress was long and sleek, black silk that clung to her like it was made specifically for her. Bucky wore a slate gray tuxedo that enhanced the blues of his eyes, paired with a silver and black mask that only covered half of his face.

“Going for an Andrew Lloyd Webber look, Barnes?” Thor asked.

Bucky rolled his eyes but smiled, and his date smirked.

“This Phantom’s pretty bad at picking out his Christine, I’d wager,” the woman said. She held her hand out to Thor, her gaze obvious as she sized him up. “Natasha. You must be the one named for a Norse God.”

He nodded. “It’s a family tradition. I’m Thor.” They shook hands before Bucky cut in.

“He’s Stark’s head of security,” he told Natasha. She nodded, but the bend in her eyebrow told Thor she already knew that. Thor wasn’t sure how, but he wasn’t going to ask.

“And the only one in this group going stag, apparently,” Natasha responded. “Bold choice. I respect it.”

“I’ve been here all of ten minutes and you’re the second one to comment on that,” Thor told her. “But only the first not to make a joke at my expense.” He looked at Bucky and wiggled his eyebrows. “I like this one, Barnes.”

Bucky seemed to positively beam at that. He lifted his glass to his lips, finished off his drink, and kept on smiling at Natasha like she lit the entire room with her presence.

Thor didn’t know how his friend knew this woman, but for a moment, he was quite envious. He was fine with his friends poking fun at his being single, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t want to find someone he could look at that way. Someone who might look at him like that, too.

He heard Bucky mumble something about the bar before putting his hand low on Natasha’s back, but Thor pushed away from the table and shook his head.

“No, let me,” he said. “I need a beer anyway.” He smiled at the two of them, then moved away from the group. It wasn’t like he had to ask his friends what they were drinking.

He took requests from a few of the others at the tables, then started the trek across the large, grand, crowded ballroom. He nearly stepped on three people before he’d even made it halfway, and he thought to himself that no other holiday gala had been so packed. He’d never had to wait in a line to make his annual donation to whatever charity it was Tony had picked before this year, but it had taken him an extra twenty minutes to get into the ballroom. And to be honest, he was kind of proud of that.

Being as tall as he was, Thor could easily see over most of the people he passed. He didn’t even think twice about looking down, as he could find the path to the bar easier from his vantage point.

But, by not looking down, he didn’t see the blue fabric swaying beneath his foot before he stepped down on it. He heard a woman yelp and immediately stopped. His eyes widened, and he stood back and lifted his foot as fast as he could.

The woman crouched and gathered the end of the dress out from under Thor. She frantically examined the hem, pulling the fabric bits at a time to look closely. He bent down and reached for the fabric to help, but the woman pulled it closer to herself before falling back on her bottom.

“Oh my,” he mumbled to himself, straightening enough to bend toward her, one hand outstretched to her, the other curved to keep the crowd from stepping on her further. “I’m so, so sorry, ma’am. Let me help-”

She grunted and pushed herself up a bit before looking at him. The pretty lace mask hid so little of her face that he recognized her immediately, as she stopped and must have recognized him, too.

“It’s you,” he whispered.

The woman from the elevator. The one he hadn’t stopped thinking of.

And he’d stepped on her.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled. “Please, please let me help.” He shook the hand stretched toward her to remind her of its presence.

She kept looking at him, apparently stunned into silence. He thought of her exit from the elevator that night; she’d been frightened of...God only knows what. Her expression now wasn’t so far off from that, and he was suddenly a little mad at himself for such reckless trekking.

But then she looked at his hand. Then his other arm, still keeping the crowd from her. She took a deep breath and, slowly, put her soft palm in his larger one. As gently as he could, he helped her up, still guarding her from the moving crowd around them.

“I’m really sorry, miss,” he said, when she was just below his chin. “Is your dress okay?”

She looked down, and he did, too.

The gown she wore was...perfect. Flawless. The color of a cloudless winter sky, with floral lace and a plunging neckline that fit her immaculately. She moved the skirt, then smiled softly before meeting his gaze again.

“It seems fine. No tears or anything, thank God.”

Her eyes scanned his face, and for a moment, he wondered what she was looking at. But the dark, unnatural circles around his vision reminded him that he was wearing a mask, too. Unlike her dainty one, his was dark with gold spots all across it. Over one eye were silver branches that, in the right light, looked like lightning.

He’d obviously picked the mask for his namesake.

His friends were all but forgotten when he smiled back at her. Neither of them seemed to notice he was still holding her hand, still looking at her and her lovely dress, her feminine little mask that hid nothing about her at all.

“Glad to hear it. I should’ve been looking at where I was going.”

She raised her eyebrows and tipped her head, seeming to agree but with a kind of lightness that poked more fun than accused. “I’d say so,” she said in a matching tone.

He bent forward just enough that he could talk in a lower tone, close to her ear, before telling her, “Although, I must be having a bout of good luck if you’re the one I nearly ran over.” His mind freaked for a second, as he stood up again, wondering if he’d overstepped a boundary with such open flirting-

But her smile deepened, and a bashful shadow creeped across her chest and up her neck. She bit her lip, and it was the sweetest thing Thor had ever seen.

Shit he thought. It’s that easy?

“Try not to make it a habit,” she said, a coy wink following shortly.

He chuckled. “Of course not.”

He wasn’t thirsty anymore. He wasn’t even in that room with all of those people anymore. His friends weren’t waiting at their tables for him and their drinks anymore, because he was busy looking at the woman he’d all but given up on seeing again. And though he’d stepped on her a minute ago, she was smiling at him, laughing at and with him.

It was such a small thing, and he knew it, but it was monumental too. So big he didn’t have a way to tell her what it meant, other than to tune in when the song changed and an idea formed in his head.

“Would you, maybe, want to dance with me?” he asked.

Her face slowly fell, and Thor wondered if he’d asked the wrong thing. Maybe that was too far, though he’d only meant to be polite.

“I-” she started.

He couldn’t ignore how his heart skipped a beat.

“I don’t even know you,” she whispered. Wistfully. Like she was more curious than anything, wondering why he’d asked her to dance.

And that alone made him feel a little bit better. There was hope in her tone, which meant she wasn’t outrightly turning him down.

“Well I don’t know you either,” he said. “But you ran away before we could get to know each other once already. And I know I would like to keep that from happening again, if possible.”

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You don’t know his name her head screamed. Her heart couldn’t argue against that, but the color of his eyes behind the dark mask, mixed with the gentle smile he couldn’t wipe off his face, put her at ease. He looked so fucking good in his three piece suit, all gold and dark gray but not quite black - she would hate herself if she didn’t at least dance with him.

And, more or less, he’d said she was the one that’d gotten away. Every woman wanted to hear that, right? Maybe not from a man she hardly knew, but there was something about him, something in the way he couldn’t take his eyes off her, that settled her.

Nat would say she was proud of Y/N for thinking of herself first. Y/N wondered where her friend was at that moment, though she knew her roommate had been invited by one of the execs. (Of course she had - it was hard not to notice Nat if you had eyes.)

She shook her head to center herself, but then the man wearing lightning on his mask dropped his smile. “Oh, sorry,” she muttered. “Of course. I’d love a dance.”

Lightning man led her to the dance floor by the hand he had never let go of. She wasn’t sure if he hadn’t noticed, but she certainly hadn’t until he’d already moved them. Chills ran up her arm and down her back at the thrill of this handsome semi-familiar sort-of stranger never letting her go.

When they made it to the dance floor, he pulled her around to face him. Her free hand went to his shoulder, while his took a light purchase on her side. Just as they started swaying together, she smirked up at him.

“Looks like no one else tried to stop me in my tracks by stepping on my dress,” she teased.

His head hung bashfully, but he didn’t stop their dancing. Multi-talented, I see. She liked that.

“I know, I know,” he said. “I said I was sorry!”

She laughed. He wasn’t even trying to be funny - she could tell - but he made her laugh anyway. She liked that, too.

“You did,” she agreed. “And you’re forgiven.”

“Oh, well, thank you for that. Otherwise, I’d wonder my whole life what I could do to make it better.” He looked up again, his eyes apparently being drawn to hers.

“I honestly don’t even know,” she said. “My roommate’s wearing the dress next and I wouldn’t have had time to fix it.”

She almost stopped dancing at that. Her honesty to this total stranger shocked her, and she ended up tripping over her own feet. She let out a rushed ohmygod and expected to fall, again, but Lightning Man’s hands shifted and kept her from hitting the ground. And he laughed. Really laughed. She would’ve enjoyed the sound if she wasn’t so embarrassed again.

He helped her back up, then proceeded to dance like nothing had changed. Except that he asked, “Do you have a propensity for falling?” in an equally teasing tone to her earlier one.

“Only around you, I guess.”

---

They danced for a long, long while. So long that she’d lost track of time. She was so totally engrossed in this man that she didn’t even realize she still hadn’t asked for his name. She still hadn’t given him hers.

But he was funny and genuine. He laughed loudly, even when people around them stared. It was a masquerade ball, she figured, so who would really care? She liked that he expressed himself so openly, that he continued to engage her in conversation through song after song. That he never seemed to tire of her.

He never seemed to get enough. The thought was, really, too much, so she pushed it into the recesses of her mind. This handsome man, whom she’d only met once before, couldn’t possibly be that interested in her. He felt bad, she convinced herself, for stepping on her, and then even worse for nearly tripping her.

At some point, she felt her phone vibrating from within one of the dress’s pockets. Her face fell, and she immediately pulled out of the dance. Her body went cold without his hands on her, but she ignored that as she pulled her phone out and saw the time. Then the cool of her skin turned slick as she realized how long she’d been dancing.

“Shit,” she muttered. “Oh my god, it’s so late!”

The man’s forehead wrinkled, but actual, real concerned lined his face. “What? It’s only eleven.”

“I know!” she said, suddenly panicked. “I’m so, so sorry-” She forced herself to look up at him, to take in his face once more. Only then did she realize she didn’t know what to call him. But she didn’t have time to figure that out. “So sorry. I have to go.”

“What?” he asked again. “Go where?”

She shook her head, bunching her skirt high enough to free her feet. It wouldn’t be much better if she were the one to ruin the bottom of the dress just because Lighting Man hadn’t.

“So sorry,” she murmured once more before she took off.

Leaving him was hard. This man she hardly knew, a nameless man she’d met all of twice, had such an effect on her that her breathing became labored. She choked that up to suddenly running in heels, but her heart knew the truth. Her eyes wouldn’t water over running. Her throat wouldn’t tighten unless she were really having trouble and right now, the only trouble she was having was in the distance between herself and Lightning Man.

She felt kind of stupid to regard someone so highly when she didn’t really know him. Even so, she couldn’t force herself to look back at him - partially because she was running late to get the dress back to Wanda and partially because she knew it would hurt even more if she did.

When she made it onto the street, she hailed a cab, knowing the subway was too dirty for the dress. She wiped tears away from her eyes as she slid into the back seat, then croaked out her address, thinking only of the man in the lightning mask that had treated her like the only woman in the room all night.

And she didn’t even know his name.

---

He made it out onto the street just in time to see her being hauled away in the back of a cab. She’d given him no explanation, just run off without so much as a name.

His elevator woman. The blue-clad princess he’d held in his hands all night was still nameless, and now she was gone. Again.

Thor cursed himself, kicked out a bit, but stopped when his foot collided with something. He looked down and found her dainty lace mask, the one he’d been staring at (or rather through) all night. He kneeled down to pick it up, holding the glittery metal between his fingers gently, like he was afraid of breaking it.

He wouldn’t. Couldn’t. It was his last remnant of the girl who’d gotten away. Twice.

He didn’t even have her name, just this mask and the memory of their laughter mixing while they danced.

#thor fanfic #thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #touch every star fic #touch every star #cinderella au

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1 | Just Chill Out

Pairing: Zuko x Ama (OC)

Word Count: 5400+

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Ama was the kinda girl that fought hard. Her persistence is what made her a great waterbender. She and Katara were both very competitive and dueled together for practice. And while it was often a close tie, it didn't change the fact that Ama was older by two years and usually won.

Usually, Ama styled her hair with a half ponytail and the hair by her ears was tied. Her kimono-like tunic was a light blue and sleeveless. Her loose pants were a darker shade of blue, ending at her shin to make room for her dark brown warm shoes. Lastly, her forearms and her palms were wrapped with white cloth.

Through their adventures with the Avatar, the Water Tribe siblings learned and grew both together and individually. Sokka and Ama were more similar in their humor, taking it from their dad. Katara and Ama were similar in many ways, but not when it came to who was more stubborn. Katara held the most grudges. It was why it was harder to accept her mother's death.

So when Zuko arrived, Ama was quick to try to give him another chance after the night in Ba Sing Se. He was the only person that was actually her age and the two were quick to get along. Especially after he helped Ama and Sokka rescue their dad from the Boiling Rock Prison. So after Katara and Zuko went on their little field trip to avenge their mother and came back actually tolerating each other, Ama felt more at ease.

The 16 year old girl didn't acknowledge her little crush on the firebender. She ignored the butterflies in her stomach when he sat next to her and the way they would touch while they were sparring with each other. After all, the last time she had a crush on someone, it ended in a less than ideal way.

"He's just a friend." She would tell herself while they rested after sparing.

This leads to the present. Team Avatar stayed at one of Fire Lord Ozai's houses on Ember Island. Aang and Zuko practiced their firebending in the courtyard. Toph laid on the ground while Katara and Ama watched the boys. Ama would never admit it, but she couldn't take her eyes off the fire prince. And him being shirtless didn't help.

Considering they were in the Fire Nation, Ama's clothes consisted of a red, sleeveless crop top and loose pants that ended at the calf of her leg. Her shoes were simple black flats that she had to tie round her ankle with a string. The only difference in her hair was that her half ponytail was a half bun and her hair wasn't tied at the front.

"Doesn't it seem kinda weird that we're hiding from the Fire Lord in his own house?" Katara wondered, looking around the courtyard as the boy's finished their bending.

"I told you, my father hasn't come here since our family was actually happy." Zuko responded by the fountain and wiped his hair with a yellow towel. "And that was a long time ago. This is the last place anyone would think to look for us."

"You guys are not going to believe this." Sokka announced, jogging towards them with Suki following behind. "There's a play about us."

"We were just in town and we found this poster." Suki said and Sokka unrolled the poster in his hand. The poster showed Aang in the middle with Sokka, Katara and Ama behind him. In the background there was a close up of Zuko's eyes, except his scar was on the wrong side. Then there was the information written and playwright.

"What? How is that possible?" Katara asked, everyone crowded around to look at the poster.

"Listen to this." Sokka began to read the poster. "The Boy in the Iceberg is a new production from acclaimed playwright Pu On Tim who scoured the globe gathering information on the Avatar from the icy South Pole to the heart of Ba Sing Se. His sources including singing nomads, pirates, prisoners of war and a surprisingly knowledgeable merchant of cabbage."

"Brought to you by the critically acclaimed Ember Island Players." Suki finished.

"Ugh." Zuko had a disgusted look on his face, already opposing to the idea. "My Mother used to take us to see them. They butchered "Love Amongst The Dragons" every year."

v"Sokka, do you really think it's a good idea for us to attend a play about ourselves?" Katara already considered how bad the idea was.

"Come on, a day at the theatre? This is the kind of wacky time wasting nonsense I've been missing." Begged Sokka with a huge grin.

"I'd actually like to see it." Ama took the scroll from her brother's hand and examined the actress playing her. It wasn't that accurate. The actress was too pale and had too much makeup on. Plus the clothing was a more sexualized, the tunic being a little too low cut. "Might be fun to see how we're portrayed."

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That night, the Gaang headed to the theatre. They sat in a private viewing box on the second floor facing the stage. Toph and Katara and Ama took their seats in the first row while Zuko walked in the opposite direction wearing a hooded cloak and sat in the empty spot between Ama and Katara as Aang confidently tried to sit next to Katara. Aang stood up and rubbed his neck.

"Hey, uh... I wanted to sit there." Aang sheepishly pointed at the seat.

"Just sit next to Sokka, what's the big deal?" Zuko said a bit aggressively and he took off his hood.

"I was just... I wanted to..." Aang couldn't get a sentence in before giving in and going to the second row. "Okay."

"Why are we sitting in the nosebleed section? My feet can't see a thing from up here." Toph complained as the lights dimmed.

"Don't worry, I'll tell your feet what's happening." Katara assured her.

The curtain was drawn up to reveal a prop of a canoe surrounded by moving set decorations of water and the backdrop was a crude painting of icebergs. The Water Tribe sibling actors rowed the fake canoe with their oars.

Ama felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked back seeing her brother point to her and back to himself rapidly. Ama chucked at his reaction to the play and then looked back at the stage.

Katara's actress was similar to Ama's in that they both had more revealing clothes and had too much blusher on their cheeks. Actress Katara sighed deeply. "My dear siblings. We constantly roam these icy South Pole seas and yet never do we find anything fulfilling."

"Katara, must you always be so dramatic?" Actor Ama spoke, almost lazily paddling the fake canoe. "Just chill out a bit. Like the ice around us." She made a pun so that the audience would get a laugh.

Actor Sokka was buck-toothed and thinner than the actual Sokka and his wolf-tail ponytail was way too large. "All I want is a full feeling in my stomach, I'm starving!" The audience laughed loudly at the low-quality joke.

The real Water Tribe siblings looked at each other in disbelief. Katara and Sokka seemed very disappointed, but Ama was making a mental note to use that pun for the future.

"Is food the only thing on your mind?" Actress Katara asked.

"Well, I'm trying to get it out of my mind and into my mouth. I'm starving." Actor Sokka made the same joke twice.

"This is pathetic" Sokka whispered to Ama and Katara. "My jokes are way funnier than this."

"I think he's got you pegged." Toph laughed.

"Everyday, the World awaits a beacon to guide us, yet none appears." Actress Katara melodramatically spoke as Actor Sokka paddled the canoe. "Still, we cannot give up hope. For hope is all we have and we must never relinquish it. Even," She sniffed. "even to our dying breath." She pretended to cry loudly.

"Well, that's just silly." Katara commented while Sokka and Suki snickered. "I don't sound like that."

"Oh man, this writer's a genius." Toph giggled and clenched her stomach.

On stage, a white-blue light illuminated and actresses Katara and Ama looked up at it in a dainty way. The iceberg prop slowly moved to the centre of the stage with a cut out of Aang swaying from side to side on a stick inside the iceberg.

"It appears to be someone frozen in ice. Perhaps for a hundred years." Actress Katara gaped with hands on her cheeks for dramatic effect.

"But who? Who is the boy in the iceberg?" Actor Sokka asked.

Aang grabbed the railings in anticipation with an excited look. Zuko looks bored, resting his cheek on his hand.

Actress Ama climbed to the top of the iceberg prop while the other two actors were still climbing up. "Waterbend, hai-ya!" Actress Ama yelled and performed a chopping motion and a crack appeared on the iceberg. It opened with the interior smoking where a lady dressed as Aang jumped out, winked and posed.

Aang was repulsed.

"Who are you, frozen boy?" Actress Katara asked.

"I'm the Avatar, silly. Here to spread joy and fun." Actress Aang grinned from ear to ear.

"Wait, is that a woman playing me?" Aang wondered with a distraught tone.

A shaggy, white Chinese lion get-up meant to portray Appa popped out from the remnants of the iceberg and moved from side to side before it circled round the iceberg and made a gruff animal noise.

"An airbender." Actress Katara gasped. "My heart is so full of hope that it's making me tearbend." She fell to her knees and hugged actress Aang's leg as she cried loudly.

"My stomach is so empty that it's making me tearbend." Actor Sokka dropped to his knees and grabbed actress Aang's other leg and sobbed with Actress Katara. "I need meat."

"But wait is that a platter of meaty dumplings?" Actress Aang pointed up.

"Ooh. Where? Where?" Actor Sokka looked around desperately.

"Did I mention that I'm an incurable prankster?" Actress Aang giggled uncontrollably.

"I don't do that." Aang got irritated. The others turned around to look at him while he glared at the stage. "That's not what I'm like! And... I'm not a woman!"

Toph thought otherwise and laughed loudly. "Oh, they nailed you, Twinkle Toes."

Then on stage, Zuko's ship entered with actor Zuko poised near the front of the ship, looking through a telescope.

"Prince Zuko, you must try this cake." Actor Iroh offered.

Actor Zuko wore his Fire Nation armor with a long, exaggerated ponytail. His scar most definitely on the wrong side. "I don't have time to stuff my face. I must capture the Avatar to regain my honor!"

"Well, while you do that, maybe I'll capture another slice." Actor Iroh stuffed his face in the cake prop.

"You sicken me." Actor Zuko said with his raspy voice and then looked back in the telescope.

"They make me totally stiff and humorless." Zuko crossed his arms and critiqued.

"Maybe that's because you are stiff and humorless." Ama crossed her arms and sent him a smirk. "So, I'd say it's pretty spot on."

"How could you say that!" Zuko got offended, but Ama just chuckled at him.

"Let's forget about the Avatar and get massages." Actor Iroh suggested happily.

"How could you say that?!" Actor Zuko shouted.

Real Zuko looked defeated and slouched in his seat as Ama started to laugh at the irony of the moment. And while her eyes were closed and she wiped her tears of laughter, Zuko looked at her with a slight smile.

The scenes were all incredibly over exaggerated. Katara hated the melodramatic portrayal of her, Sokka hated the jokes, and Ama hated how overly sympathetic but competitive they made her.

In one scene with a pirate ship in the backdrop. The leading characters slid out from underneath a pirate's skirt as the six pirates fought and slowly moved offstage. Actress Ama clenched a large scroll.

"Why did you have to steal that waterbending scroll?" Actor Sokka complained.

"Because, all I want is to help with waterbending." Actress Ama responded defensively. "And I must be better than Aang." The actress sent a glare at Actress Aang and stomped off.

Real Ama was unamused and rolled her eyes. "I'd say it's pretty stop on." Zuko whispered to her. The waterbender gaped offendedly at him, but also was amused at how he threw her comment from earlier back at her.

In one scene, Actress Aang was tied on stage while Actor Zuko stood proudly. "The Avatar is mine!" Actor Zuko shouted then pointed to the side. "Wait, who's coming?"

An actor wearing a large tiki Blue Spirit mask that covers his whole body stepped out with duel swords. "I am the Blue Spirit. The scourge of the Fire Nation here to save the Avatar." The actor "fought" off the Fire Nation actors.

"My hero." Actress Aang jumped off the platform and sits on top of the tiki mask and the Blue Spirit walked offstage.

Zuko and Aang who looked at each other with slight "sweatdrop" expressions.

The next scene showed the Freedom Fighter's. Actress Ama and Actor Jet with a rose in his mouth and a heavily exaggerated anime-like hair were lowered into screen on a platform.

"Oh, Jet." Actress Ama dramatically and slightly seductively said. "I know my sister likes you as well, but I'm just so much better than her."

"I know that, baby." Actor Jet pulled the actress close to him. "And to show my love, Jet will wipe out that nasty town for you." A blue sheet of cloth representing water came across the stage and covered the village backdrop. The platform holding actress Ama and actor Jet raised to get them off the stage.

"Oh Jet, you're so bad." Actress Ama leaned on him and had a flirtatious tone.

Toph and Katara giggled while Ama held her head in embarrassment. Wondering when the torture would end.

The first act of the play ended with Actress Aang in an ocean spirit costume destroying Fire Nation ships. Portraying the battle in the North Pole. The crowd cheered and hooted while the Gaang has an opposite reaction and groaned.

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For the intermission they went outside the theatre and on a flight of red steps on a balcony. They were away from the rest of the crowd in order to speak freely.

"So far, this intermission is the best part of the play." Zuko rightfully complained. He leaned on the stair railing beside where Ama sat.

"Apparently, the playwright thinks I'm an idiot who tells bad jokes about meat all the time." Sokka criticized. Ironically, he was holding a bag of meat.

"Yeah, you tell bad jokes about plenty of other topics." Suki quipped with a knowing smirk.

"I know!" Sokka agreed, taking large bites from his strips of meat.

"At least this Sokka actor kinda looks like you. That woman playing the Avatar doesn't resemble me at all." Aang's tone was distressed while he buried his head in his hands.

"I don't know, you are more in touch with your feminine side than most guys." Toph teased him for a reaction from him. And Aang did growl angrily.

"Relax, Aang." Katara spoke up. "They're not accurate portrayals. It's not like I'm a preachy crybaby who can't resist giving over emotional speeches about hope all the time." Everyone looked at her skeptically. "What?"

"Yeah. That's not you at all." Aang said sarcastically.

"Listen, friends. It's obvious that the playwright did his research." Toph spoke. "I know it must hurt but what you're seeing up there on that stage is the truth."

"The scene with Jet is definitely not the truth." Ama said defensively, pointing to the inside.

"You're right there." Sokka shrugged. "Cause you definitely can't flirt with guys." He chuckled knowingly and Suki elbowed him, making him stop. Ama's face turned red and avoided looking at Zuko, who indeed looked a little curious.

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Back in the theatre for the next act, the four characters stood in the Earth Kingdom set. "Well, here we are in the Earth Kingdom." Actress Katara announced.

"I better have a look around to see if I can find an earthbending teacher." A rope pulled Actress Aang off the ground to fly and around the theater.

"This is it! This must be where I come in." Toph whispered excitedly.

Actress Aang landed back on the ground. "I flew all over town but I couldn't find a single earthbending master."

"Here it comes." Toph clenched her fist while there was a drumroll.

On the stage as a rock prop was lifted by a well built man wearing Toph's outfit who appeared from a trap door under the prop. "You can't find an earthbending master in the sky, you have to look underground." He threw the prop rock to the side.

The Gaang broke into laughter and Zuko drops his parchment in shock.

"Who are you?" Actress Aang pointed at the buff actor.

"My name is Toph because it sounds like tough." He flexed his muscles. "And that's just what I am."

"Wait a minute," The real Toph used her pinkie to clear her ear. "I sound like... a guy. A really buff guy."

"Well Toph, what you hear up there is the truth. It hurts, doesn't it?" Katara leaned on the earthbender with a smug look.

"Are you kidding me?" Toph grinned from ear to ear and giggled. "I wouldn't have cast it any other way. At least it's not a flying bald lady."

"So, you're blind?" Actress Aang waved her hand in front of Actor Toph's face.

"I can see you doing that." The actor laughed. "I see everything that you see except that I don't see like you do. I release a sonic wave from my mouth."

He turned towards the leading characters and screamed. Cut to actor Toph's face. The audience cringed and covered their ears. The Gaang were also cringing but Toph couldn't be happier.

"There. I got a pretty good look at you." The actor said one he finished.

The next scene showed actor Zuko and actor Iroh. "Zuko, it's time we had a talk." Actor Iroh pointed. "About your hair. It's gone too far." Actor Zuko's hair was very long and no longer in a ponytail.

"Maybe it's best if we... split up." Actor Zuko dramatically turned his head and walked away. The long hair flowing behind him.

A few scenes later, the actors stood around Actress Azula caught in a corner. "Azula! My sister. What are you doing here?" Actor Zuko pointed at the actress in heavy makeup and pink clothing.

"You caught me. Wait. What's that?" Actress Azula pointed at the ceiling. "I think it's your honor."

"Where?" Actor Zuko question. All seven actors turned around while Actress Azula used a secret door to escape.

Real Ama giggled and Zuko looked over at her. Ama caught him looking and covered her left eye. "Honor." She said seriously and with a deep voice before going right back to giggling. The firebender frowned at leaned back in his seat.

"She escaped. But how?" Actress Katara wondered when they realized she escaped.

A few scenes later Actor Jet slashed his hook sword arm prop, wearing a pair of crazy eye glasses as the tiny black beads representing his pupils swirl around, portraying that he's insane.

"No, Jet!" Actress Aang said. "What did they do to you?"

"Must. Serve. Earth King!" He swung his arms chaotically. "Must... Destroy!"

Actor Jet made various agonizing noises and acted as if he were having a fit. The rock prop slowly floated into the stage and onto the actor

"Did Jet just... die?" Real Zuko was really confused.

"You know, it was really unclear." Sokka responded, only half caring.

It got to the scene where Ama and Zuko were in the cave in Ba Sing Se together. Where Azula had tricked them both.

"I have to admit, Prince Zuko. I really find you attractive." Actress Ama spoke.

"You don't have to make fun of me." Actor Zuko grumbled.

"But I mean it." Actress Ama got a bit more seductive and sat next to him. "I had eyes for you since the day you first captured me."

Real Ama and Zuko glanced at each other and blushed a deep red, sinking into their seats. Ama could hear Sokka and Aang snickering from behind them and looked back at them. The two were definitely pointing at the blushing teens.

"I must admit." The Zuko actor spoke loudly. "I have also had eyes for you!"

Actress Ama dramatically put her hand on her head. "Oh, but if the others would find out!"

"They won't!" Actor Zuko pulled the actress into him. "This will be our secret." Ama sighed in relief that they didn't kiss, but just embraced each other.

"Well, my brother. What's it going to be?" The Azula actress asked in the next scene. "Your nation or a life of treachery?"

"Choose treachery, it's more fun." Actor Iroh drank a cup of tea and threw a thumbs up.

"No way!" Actress Azula called when Actor Zuko walked next to the old actor.

But then Actor Zuko shoved Actor Iroh to the floor and walked next to Azula. "I hate you, Uncle. You smell and I hate you for all time."

Ama looked next to Zuko, who leaned on the railing. "You didn't really say that, did you?"

"I might as well have." Zuko responded regrettably and turned away.

.☽☼☾.

Soon the second act ended with Actress Azula "killing" actress Aang. Team Avatar hung out inside the theatre this time. Zuko kept his hood over his head, sitting on the floor and leaning on the wall. Ama made sure that Toph was between the two before sitting on the floor, still feeling embarrassed by the scene from earlier.

"It seems like every time there's a big battle you guys barely make it out alive. I mean, you guys lose a lot." Suki commented.

"You're one to talk, Suki. Didn't Azula take you captive? That's right, she did." Sokka shot back.

Suki frowned and acted serious. "Are you trying to get on my bad side?"

"I'm just saying." Sokka said matter-of-factly.

"Does anyone know where Aang is?" Katara wondered, walking up to the small group.

"He left to get me fire gummies like, 10 minutes ago. And I'm still waiting." Sokka said impatiently.

"I'm going to check outside." Katara announced and walked away from them.

"Wheeee." A little boy in an Aang costume zoomed past the five teens.

"Suki, what are the chances you can get me backstage? I got some jokes I want to give to the actor me." Sokka asked his girlfriend.

"I'm an elite warrior who's trained for many years in the art of stealth." Suki said seriously then gave Sokka a large grin. "I think I can get you backstage."

"Jeez. Everyone's getting so upset about their characters." Toph commented as the couple walked away. "Even you seem more down than usual and that's saying something."

"You don't get it. It's different for you. You get a muscle-y version of yourself taking down 10 bad guys at once and making sassy remarks." Zuko responded.

"Yeah, that's pretty great." Toph agreed.

"But for me, it takes all the mistakes I've made in my life and shoves them back in my face." Zuko felt ashamed of himself and turned away a bit. "My Uncle. He's always been on my side even when things were bad. He was there for me. He taught me so much and how do I repay him? With a knife in his back. It's my greatest regret and I may never get to redeem myself."

"You have redeemed yourself to your Uncle." Toph sunk onto the floor. "You don't realize it but you already have."

"How do you know?" Zuko asked her.

"Because I once had a long conversation with the guy and all he would talk about was you."

The fire prince smiled and put down his hood. "Really?"

"Yeah, and it was kind of annoying." Toph said.

"Oh, sorry." Zuko apologized.

"But it was also very sweet." The young girl told him. "All your Uncle wanted was for you to find your own path and see the light. Now you're here with us. He'd be proud." Zuko smiled until Toph punched his arm

"Ow." He rubbed his arm in pain and Ama burst out laughing. "What was that for?"

"That's how I show affection." Toph smiled.

"Haha, oh Toph. I love you so much." Ama leaned on the girl for some support while cracking up. Then blind girl punched her too. "Ow." It was Toph and Zuko's turn to laugh while Ama rubbed her arm.

The little boy from earlier came running back around the corner and stopped in front of Zuko. "Your Zuko costume is pretty good but your scar's on the wrong side." He pointed at the scar and then ran off. Zuko's mouth dropped in shock and Ama burst out laughing.

"The scar is not on the wrong side!" Zuko shouted angrily, pulling his hood over his head again.

Ama chuckled at him. "You're adorable." She mumbled, not realizing she said it out loud.

"Thanks, you too." Zuko mumbled back. Both teens froze completely and Toph failed at hiding her giggle. No one spoke after that. But Ama's thoughts began to race.

Did I hear that wrong? Are my feelings not as one sided as I thought? How do I respond to that? Damn it, where's Sokka's bad jokes when I need them?

.☽☼☾.

Spoiler. The play was terrible. Ending with actress Aang's death and Fire Lord Ozai winning the war, everyone realized that the entire show was bad all around. Once the theatre lights came on, they walked back to the house glad it was over.

"That... wasn't a good play." Zuko broke the silence. Everyone vocally agreed with him.

"But the effects were decent." Was the only good comment coming from Sokka.

Before they entered the house, Ama stopped and stepped aside so the others could enter. "I think I'm gonna go on a quick walk." The waterbender pointed towards the forest with her thumb.

"Are you sure? It's kinda late." Katara said with a worried tone.

"Yeah, I kinda need to clear my mind and forget that terrible play." She chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Alright, stay safe." Katara shrugged and went inside.

Zuko stayed back, watching Ama walk down the steps and heading to the thicket of trees. He considered walking with her. He also needed to clear his head. But also wanted to talk to the water tribe girl. He took a quick glance at the inside of the house, then Ama before running after her. "Hey! Wait up!"

The brunette stopped walking and looked back at the boy running towards her. "Uh. Can I help you?" She wondered and he stood next to her.

"I just thought, you might like some company." Zuko responded, nervously rubbing the back of his neck while they started walking down the path again.

"It's not what I necessarily had in mind, but I'd like that." A light smile tugged on her lips as she looked at the floor anxiously.

The walk was pretty quiet at first. Neither of the two knew what to say. Ama looked around. Her eye's had adjusted fine to the dark path and the moon lit everything also. So she could get a good look at the flora of Ember Island.

"Look." The girl gasped excitedly, pointing at an area that strayed a few feet from the path. She jogged over to the patch of flowers that caught her eye and Zuko followed behind curiously. "Fire lilies." He watched as she admired the patch, her fingers delicately running across the petals. "They're so pretty."

This is my chance. Zuko thought. Gathering up his courage and ignoring the teenage boy tendency of being awkward and silent, the boy took his shot. "Almost as pretty at you." Still, he could only muster a whisper. Ama watched as he took a seat next to her and reached to snap a flower off the stem and moved to place it behind the waterbender's ear, moving some of her hair to the side.

"Thank you." She couldn't hide her blush or the smile. Her heart was racing. The girl wondered what she should do or say in response. After all, the only "experience" with boys she had was with Jet. But even then, it was more like they just talked and he turned out to be insane.

Then a spark of confidence was lit inside her. The girl reached for another flower. Snapping it off the stem and placing it behind Zuko's ear, just as he did to her. "You look beautiful, Prince Zuko." She grinned while he just chuckled.

"Look, Ama. I think it's time we talked about," Zuko started. His tone was a bit timid, which was pretty out of character for him. "Well, us."

"What about us." Ama asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Look, I always thought you were really pretty. Even during those months where I was chasing you all." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the flowers. "And during that time in the Ba Sing Se caves, you showed genuine kindness and actually cared about me. I realized that you're probably the prettiest girl I've even met."

"Not even just that, but you're so strong and independent and smart." He started to ramble a bit and Ama chuckled. "And being with you all after leaving my father and the Fire Nation, you still believed in me. Even after all those horrible things I've done. I think... I think I really like you, Ama."

"I think I really like you too." Ama responded, fiddling with her nails. "You're one of the bravest people I know. Leaving behind your entire life. Realizing and admitting your wrong doings. I admire you so much for that. Just getting to know you more made me like you more." Ama chuckled nervously. "Just seeing you gave me butterflies."

"Is that why you always watched Aang and I practice?" Zuko lightly laughed.

"Well it didn't help that you're attractive." Ama laughed back.

"So you think I'm attractive." Zuko smirked.

"Eh, only a little." Ama shrugged and giggled at his playful glare. Then it got quiet. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence like earlier. It was more content and peaceful.

"Can..." Zuko started to ask and Ama looked back at him after staring at the moon. "Can I kiss you?" Ama blushed, but nodded. Zuko leaned in most of the way until Ama leaded up as well. It was short and sweet. Barely lasting a second. Ama and Zuko stared into each other's eyes for a moment before leaning in again for another, still sweet but more wistful kiss.

One of Ama's hands wound up in Zuko's dark hair and the other on his cheek. Zuko grabbed onto her waist, to pull her closer to him. Considering that the two were still sitting on the ground, the teens looked a little awkward. But the waterbender moved, not breaking the kiss to straddle him.

Pulling away, the two smiled and stared at each other again. The girl's blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight as Zuko looked into them. Her blue eyes were like an ocean. And the prince didn't mind drowning in them. Meanwhile, Ama felt drawn to his fiery gold eyes. And she didn't mind being burned by them.

"So, uh." Ama bit her bottom lip. Her hands moved from his hair down to his chest. "Does this mean we're together?"

"You mean does this make me your boyfriend and you my girlfriend." Zuko clarified and Ama nodded. "I don't know if I see you that way." He said teasingly, earning a light punch on the arm. "I'm kidding. I'd like that. A lot."

"Me too."

.☽☼☾.

Cool. I just posted the first chapter. My writing does better in first person so just hang in there. Or if you want to wait for chapter eight where there is a plot and better writing (in my opinion) that would be fine. I don’t believe you’d miss much. This is mainly to set a baseline for Ama’s placement in the Avatar Universe.

I hope you all enjoy. Hang loose, amigos! 🤙🏼

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minstrivia · 6 years ago

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; one year | m.

— pairing: park jimin x reader

— genre: smut, pwp, jealous!jimin

— word count: 3k+

— warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, public sex, pet names, daddy kink, breathplay, creampie

— summary: in which jimin really just wants to enjoy dinner but his jealousy gets the better of him.

It's not entirely Y/N's fault— well truthfully, it's not her fault at all. In fact, Jimin can't blame Y/N for anything right now, except for being so god damn beautiful all the fucking time. Oh, and of course wearing the new dress that he himself had bought and insisted she wore tonight. It's a deep colour red, the type he knew would go well against her velvety skin and it's sexy, form-fitting and it doesn't leave much to the imagination, her breasts are barely hidden by the thin fabric and he finds he's not the only one with his gaze dipping to her décolletage.

So yes, technically he can't blame Y/N. But he's also past rationality and he's definitely putting the unwarranted blame on Y/N. Because he's been planning their one year anniversary for much too long now, ensuring that every single detail is absolutely perfect since he knows Y/N deserves nothing less.

And so far everything's run smoothly and exactly how he's planned, waking her up with his head between her legs because he knows how much she hates breakfast, treating her to a full spa day and massage because he's noticed how much she's been overworking herself recently and buying the Louboutin heels currently on her feet because she's had an eye on them for the longest time. Everything has panned out exactly as he'd hoped— everything, except for this.

His eyes stay fully fixed on Y/N, chin jutted out and a tight-lipped smile tugging at his mouth as he watches the ordeal. The host standing very close to her— way too close for Jimin’s liking, half-lidded eyes roaming the lengths of her figure continuously, his attention solely on her as soon as they walk into the restaurant. The guy's looking at her as if he's imagining her naked and Jimin doesn't put it past him— it's all he's been thinking about as well. Although, then again he's allowed to, she's his, this waiter, however, is not.

But what's really pissing him off about this situation is how quickly Y/N smiles at the guy, it's one of her many smiles he thinks makes her look absolutely radiant, the toothy ones that shrink her gleaming eyes as if she's fascinated about everything around her.

"Jake, wow how—" She shakes her head with a breathy laugh trying to get over the fact that her friend— well, not really her friend more like very close acquaintance she used to have a crush on— is here and he's changed so much, yet not at all. "—I haven't seen you in years, where've you been?"

"Oh, here and there, you know me," He answers with a nonchalant lift of his shoulders and it has Y/N absolutely dumbfounded because he's actually here. Jake had been her college roommates boyfriend for the better part of three years until Tara dumped him and Y/N just never saw him again.

"You work here?"

"Well, actually—" Jake stands taller, straightening his tie as he tucks his hands into his slacks. "I'm the boss."

"No shit?!"

He nods smugly. And Y/N laughs on instinct, punching her fist into his shoulder lightly just like she used to."Wow that's— that's great."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah," she exclaims. "And you look great as well."

He chuckles. "Me? Look at you, you're gorgeous, but then again you always have been."

And there it is, the reason why Y/N had even harboured a crush on him in the first place, his smooth-talking ability that always had her flushed faced and nervous, tucking her hair behind her ears. But now— now it doesn't faze her in the slightest. Not like if it were Jimin saying those words.

"Thanks...I guess."

Jimin balls his hands into a fist by his sides, clenching and unclenching in an aim to not sock this Jake guy in the jaw. Gorgeous? You've always been gorgeous? He scowls, it's been five minutes and they haven't even been seated yet, he's still having to watch some guy blatantly flirt with his girlfriend while she entertains it. His arm curls around her waist, tugging her flush next to him. So flush, it has Y/N frowning at the action but she says nothing of it.

"But, how have you been after..." She trails off, not really knowing how to ask this or if she should in case it's still a sore subject for him. Because he'd told her multiple times he'd probably marry Tara but Tara just wasn't thinking like him.

"After Tara dumped me?"

"Yeah— that."

Y/N eyes him warily as he lets out a sigh, shifting in his spot a bit. "Well, It's been too long for me to be mad at it anymore. But, how is she? Still breaking hearts?"

There's a little hint of underlying spite when he speaks and Y/N's wringing her hands together trying to not make it obvious she's avoiding his gaze as she clears her throat.

"Erm Tara—" She's engaged now, with a son and another baby on the way. So dumping you may have been a really good idea on her part. "—she's alright I guess."

Jake hums looking like he's got more to say but decided against it. "Anyway, I'm a lot more interested in how you are? I remember when you used to have that crush on me."

Y/N raises her brows, chewing at the inside flesh of her cheeks anxiously because Jimin's clamping his fingers into the tender flesh of her waist and she's more than sure if he doesn't let up there'll be bruises on show. And she tries to subtly shift his arm with her elbow but to no avail.

"Oh, you do? Me I'm—" She tries to shift him again casting Jimin a heated cursory glance. "I'm good."

"Clearly," Jake drawls, motioning his hand to emphasise his point. "Look how beautiful you still are, we should definitely go out for something, you know— to catch up."

"Oh yeah, I—"

"Okay baby, we're going," Jimin chimes, upper lip curled and his nostrils flaring, finally having enough of this bullshit in front of him. But Y/N's none the wiser, she tilts her head towards him brows pulled in a frown.

"What?" She says, utter bemusement in her voice and it only serves to flare at his anger even more. "But we just got here, we haven't even eaten yet."

"Now."

"But—"

"Now Y/N," He grits out between clenched jaws, he knows if he stays any longer he'll do something he'll probably not regret but she will. "If I have to fucking repeat myself again, I swear to god you'll hate me."

"I—" Y/N clamps down on her teeth instantly, biting back the words she wants to say but she knows it'll only get her in more trouble with Jimin than she apparently already is, so she nods unwillingly.

"Fine." She swallows, feet tapping the marble floor. He's making her seem like a child and she's absolutely seething. "Bye Jake, it was nice seeing you, really."

Jake flits his eyes between Jimin who's glaring lasers into him and Y/N who's puffing her cheeks out with pursed lips. "Oh, Okay. I'll just take your number so I can—"

Jimin doesn't wait for him to finish his sentence before he's dragging Y/N out the store, and she's stumbling behind him trying to find grip on the concrete but it's damn near impossible.

"Fuck Jimin, could you—" She buckles again, her knees giving out as she almost falls to the floor but he's tugging her so hard he prevents her from doing so without realising. "—could you stop a second. What's wrong with you?"

Jimin scoffs deciding against pleasing her with an answer and instead jerks the back car door open, pushing her inside before slamming it close.

"What..."

Y/N crosses her arms, sinking herself down in the seat as she scrutinises the way Jimin stomps around the car, he's muttering to himself and she can just about make out the throbbing veins in his neck. She hates when he gets like this, so overcome by irrational jealousy that he starts taking it out on her. And she knows exactly where his heads at, every time he's pushing her into the backseat she knows what will happen next.

But she needs to reprimand him, tell him he can't get everything he fucking wants. "What was that?" She asks as soon as he's opening the door on the other side.

He clambers in, sitting right next to her. "What was what?"

"Don't play dumb Jimin—" She tries to shuffle away from him but he places a firm hand on her thigh keeping her in place. "—this was supposed to be a nice day for us."

Jimin shrugs. He's angry, really fucking angry. The type of angry that he's not going to shout at her or even argue, it's the type where he needs to fuck her and show her exactly how fucking pissed he is. And he'll wait a bit— wait a bit until she's said what she needs to say and let her think she's in control for a while. "It was— planned it to a tee and everything."

"Yeah, and now you've fucked it up with your, uncalled-for might I add, jealous act. Jakes's just a friend I used to know."

He scoffs. "For a friend, he was rather quick to point out your crush on him."

"Past crush," She emphasises. Though she knows Jimin's not listening to her. And he's doing that thing where he keeps eye contact but his gaze becomes glazed as if he's bored. She grumbles to herself. "You're so insufferable."

"Me?" Jimin's nose wrinkles in disbelief pulling her effortlessly by the smalls of her waist onto his lap. "I'm not the one flirting with someone else at our anniversary dinner."

"So now you're saying it's my fault?"

"Didn't say that."

Y/N inhales a deep breath and blows it out slowly. "God, you're fucking hilarious Jimin."

"You think so, baby?" He hikes her dress up, bunching the fabric above her hips as he guides her gently, her clothed core rocking steady on his growing hard-on. "Funnier than that Jack boy?"

"It's Jake," she corrects letting out a dry snort. "And I wasn't flirting with him, so this is pointless." She couldn't, even if she tried, she just can't. She just loves Jimin that much, even if he is a bit of a prick sometimes.

"Oh really— it looked like I was in your way, thought Jack was your boyfriend for a second."

"Jake." Y/N rakes her nails across his nape lightly, the coarse feel of his trousers against her core, igniting a fire at the bottom of her stomach. And she knows she's going to give him everything he wants even though he's going to disregard her every argument. "I was just about to introduce you to him as well."

"Oh yeah when," he says. "Before or after he fucked you in front of the whole restaurant."

"Oh that's— fuck, you're so—"

"Frustrating?"

Jimin nuzzles his face into her neck, a cocky smile curling on his mouth as he hovers over the surface of her skin. He knows he's got her, her shoulders are slumped and there's no urgency in her words anymore. "Good, because I'm fucking frustrated Y/N."

"Was gonna say annoying."

"Hmm." He tugs her underwear to the side, finger stroking languidly between her folds and she shudders inhaling sharply as he curses. She's already so wet and ready for him and it always boosts his ego, that his girl craves his touch. "That's not what you say when I'm fucking you."

He smooths his palms over her thighs patting the fleshy underside twice. "Now stop being naughty and take out daddy's cock—"

He's sucking the skin of her neck into his mouth, nibbling at the surface until there are blemishes of violet littering the expanse and it's making her feel so good that Y/N's following his orders without dispute.

She lifts herself up slightly, knees perched on the leather seats as she pops his trouser button open, zipping it down and hooking her fingers at the top lining of his boxers. He wriggles in his seat, helping her drag the clothing until it's pooling down at his ankles.

"—Want you to ride me first baby," he murmurs against her skin. "Show how much you want me and ride me like a good little slut. Think you can do that? Redeem yourself and be a good girl for daddy?"

His hardened cock stands straight against his stomach and her mouth waters at the sight, she wants him inside her mouth, sucking him off and making him feel good like she knows she can. But she also knows she can't do anything without permission, so she settles for nodding urgently, tongue skimming over her dry lips.

She encircles her fingers around the girth of his cock, guiding his tip between her wet folds, his pre-cum staining the surface as she lines him up with her entrance, hands clasping his shoulders when she sinks herself down on his cock.

"Fuck—" It's a slow-burning stretch against her walls, his cock filling her up bit by bit until he's bottomed out inside her and her teeth are digging harshly into her bottom lip. "God."

Jimin groans, his forehead resting against her collarbone and his hands on her hips keeping her idle as he wills himself to not blow his load too early. She feels so warm, snug and everything he's been yearning for since he woke up that it's almost overwhelming.

"Christ baby, you're cunts always so fucking good for me isn't it?" He tilts his head up capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, tongues moulding together heatedly and teeth clashing every so often as if they both can't get enough of each other. And it leaves them both dizzy with the shortness of air. "Go on baby, ride me slowly."

Y/N's bottom lip juts out in a pout, her brows knocking together in a deep set frown. She wants him to fuck her so badly, but he's got a habit of not giving her what she wants especially when he's like this. So she rises keenly, her torso leaning towards him until it's only the tip of him left inside her and she's bringing her hips down, burying his cock deep inside her again.

"Like this daddy?" She's taking her time as she grinds against him, hooking her arms around his neck for stability. The pace is excruciatingly slow, his length filling her up momentarily before feeling empty again and she finds herself like always whimpering pathetically for more.

Jimin smirks mockingly. Her eyes are locked close, head tipped back and lips quivering and he knows exactly what she wants. He knows how much she hates riding him, she always complains it's too much work for her and normally he doesn't make her do it. But, she needs to learn her lesson.

"Just like that baby." He yanks the fabric off her dress under her breasts, leaving damp sloppy kisses across her chest. "Look how pretty you are like this— think I should make you ride me every time." He grazes his hot tongue over her hardened buds, swirling around the area and she arches her back, hands behind his neck pulling his face closer to her breast instantly. "Just to see your tits bouncing like this for me."

"No, please—" He's making her beg and she'd almost feel it were pitiful if it weren't for the fact that she's aching to be taken by him, fast and mercilessly, the way that always has her throat raw from screaming. "—need daddy to— fuck— need daddy to fuck me hard."

Jimin's grinning smugly, she's so naturally submissive that even when she tries to fight it, she's always back to the same place, begging for his cock. "Really baby? Thought you wanted that Jake boy."

Tears prick at the corners of Y/N's eyes, her release tightly cooling like a spring in her lower stomach and it's close yet so far. "No, no— only want you fucking me, only love your thick cock."

"Fuck baby, you've got such a filthy mouth" He grunts, enjoying how slick with her juices his cock has become, disappearing inside her cunt deliciously. "Imagine Jake hearing you beg for me like that, he'll think you're a right little slut, won't he?"

"Uh-huh." She's getting really impatient now, rocking considerably faster against him but he's letting her, his palms splay over her ass cheeks supporting her actions. "But I'm only a slut for daddy— don't care about anyone else but daddy."

"God, you're such a good girl. I should treat you shouldn't I?"

It's a rhetorical question, Y/N knows it. And she knows not to answer or else he'll only prolong her suffering and she's not sure how much more she can take.

"Come on baby." He's lifting her off him by her legs, pushing her down onto the seat and Y/N has to throw her hands in front of her, sinking them into the seat with one of her legs perched up and the other finding footing in the floor. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless now, till you won't be able to walk— have your pussy proper throbbing for weeks."

"Fuck, yes please," She mewls desperately as he draws her panties down to her knees positioning himself behind her. And her body's visibly trembling in excitement. He's finally going to give her what she's been longing.

And Jimin knows there's nothing slow about his next course of action, he plunges himself into her without warning not giving her even a second to catch her breath before pounding into her unrelentingly.

"Fuck that's...God—"

Y/N won't ever tell him— not that he doesn't know already— but she loves when Jimin fucks her in the car, the barely tinted windows steaming up briskly, the stinging pain of the belt buckle digging into her knees and the slight stationary rattle their movements produce on the car, enough so, that passersby will know what kinds of ravenous things they're getting up to and she absolutely lives for it.

One of his hands clasp around her throat, tilting her head back skyward and his other fastens her arms tightly to her back as he drives into her, the surface of her ass sweltering red at the way their skin slaps together raucously.

"Shit baby, you've got such a greedy cunt," He mumbles, lips brushing over her jaw. Her walls are clamping around him ardently, sending blood buzzing straight to his ears and he can barely think straight. "Could fuck you all day if I could."

"God, that would be— would be really good." Y/N's short of breath, he's pummelling into her so voraciously, the pain's being drowned by the all-consuming bliss her body's feeling. She's clammy with sweat, tears trailing down her cheeks involuntarily and she can't imagine ever doing this with anyone else. No one else can fuck her like Jimin can, telling her he loves her and fucking her like he doesn't.

"Christ, you're all mine aren't you baby?" Jimin asks even though he knows the answer. But she looks so beautiful like this, completely bent at his will, whining like a slut— all for him. The sight is only his to enjoy and he revels in it.

"Yes," she rasps. "All yours.”

"Good."

The car's stuffy with the smell of sex, their constant grunts and moans filling the air and everything seems to be hitting Y/N all at once, Jimin's choking grip on her throat making her feel hazy, his cock straining against her walls as he drills into her with carnal determination. Her minds delirious drugged up on everything Jimin it has her screaming his name mutely, her eyes rolling back as she convulses in his arms.

"Jesus— fuck, you're gorgeous." Jimin's thrusts don't stop as she comes apart in his hold, he's impaling her responsive cunt, pulling her firmer against him as she tries to jerk away. He releases his hold on her throat, lowering her face into the cool leather as he curls his arm around her waist, his fingers reaching to rub over the smooth skin of her cunt aggressively.

"God." Y/N's so oversensitive now, she's sobbing into the seat, her face sticking to the surface and it's music to his ears. And before he knows it his movements are becoming sloppy and jerky. He stills inside her grunting her name as he reaches his own release, his seed spewing inside her and filling her cunt to the brim.

"Hmm, baby." He pulls out of her gently, collapsing back on the seat in a stupor, a complete contrast to his previous mannerisms when he lugs her flaccid body onto his lap, arms circling around her waist with her back pressed against his chest. "You good?"

Y/N hums mindlessly, her eyes struggling to stay open as her body relaxes to his touch. Their mixed juices are trickling out of her, pooling on his thighs crudely and it has him cursing at the mess they've made.

"Fuck, that's hot baby—" He brushes her tousled hair to the side, planting light kisses against her shoulders. "—I love you so much you know."

"Love you too."

Jimin chuckles. She sounds tired and drained her voice nothing but husky whispers. "Happy one-year anniversary Y/N."

"Jimin I can't believe you fucked me in your car on our anniversary," She says, tipping her head back onto his shoulder to look up at him. "Could have at least taken me to bed."

"Too far," he begins kissing her chastely on the forehead. "Plus, I need you to go back to the restaurant."

"What...Why?"

"Need you to tell that Jake boy something."

She tuts her teeth, attempting to hide the smile tugging at her lips. Jimin doesn't want her to tell him anything, he just wants to show her off and boast about how ruined she is; moist with sweat, his marks littering her skin and his cum leaking out of her. Fuck, she really wants to be his forever.

She purses her lips up at him and he doesn't keep her waiting, captivating her in a kiss that feels so right. And she knows no matter what the future holds, she's going to remember this moment for years to come, sitting in the back of his car, the sun setting in the sky around them as he holds her impossibly close breathing her in.

"Happy anniversary Jimin."

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thestarsaroundyourscars · 7 years ago

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Just Friends - A Reddie Songfic

Hi, everyone!

So, I wrote a thing. This is the first time I’ve shared something I wrote on this site, but I feel really good about this. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes, English isn’t my first language and as much as proof read this, I might have missed something still.

This is based on the song ‘Just Friends’ by the Jonas Brothers, and I wrote it while listening to it on repeat. So if you want to get it the mood while reading you can listen to it as well.

Let me know what you think, I’d really appreciate it.

There he goes again

the boy I’m in love with

It’s cool we’re just friends

we walk the halls at school

we know it’s casual

It’s cool we’re just

Eddie is talking to Beverly when he hears the music start to play, he has his back to the stage but as soon as he recognizes the voice he turns around, confused, because there, playing his guitar and singing what Eddie recognizes as an old Jonas Brothers’ song, is Richie.

He doesn’t know what Richie is doing, he never told Eddie he was planning to do anything like this. At first, Eddie thinks this might be a spur-of-the-moment thing, after all, it’s Richie they’re talking about, but there’s no way he knew the lyrics to this song beforehand, not with how much he used to mock Ben and Eddie’s obsession with the Jonas Brothers. No, he must have planned this, which means he chose this song for a reason. And as Eddie thinks the lyrics over in his head, he understands why, because this song might as well have been written about the two of them.

I don’t want to lead you on

but the truth is I’ve grown fond

Yeah

Richie is nervous, of course he is, he never plays his guitar or sings in public, only in front of Eddie and occasionally the other losers. He’s afraid he will forget the words or miss a note on his guitar. Everyone’s eyes are on him, but he chooses to focus on one pair of eyes specifically, the most beautiful brown eyes he’s ever seen. Right now they are wide and watching him intently, he can see Eddie’s is surprised but also amused, so he focuses on that as he keeps on singing.

Everyone knows it’s meant to be

falling in love, just you and me

Till the end of time

till I’m on his mind

it’ll happen

As he sings, Richie thinks back to the time when he and Eddie were just friends and it seems so long ago now. He remembers the moment he realized his feelings for Eddie were more of the romantic sort and how afraid he was, afraid that he was alone in this, that Eddie didn’t feel the same way, afraid that this might ruin his relationship with his best friend.

It took a lot for Richie to understand that wasn’t the case, a lot of late night talks over the phone with Stan and heart to heart conversations with Beverly over cigarettes for Richie to realize that he didn’t have to be afraid because him and Eddie were meant to be and it didn’t matter how long it took them to get together, it was definitely going to happen. And happen it did, Richie thinks, we’re married now.

I’ve been making lots of plans

like a picket fence and a rose garden

I just keep on dreaming

but it’s cool cause we’re just friends

Eddie remembers how his mom used to talk about his wedding long before he even knew what marriage really was. She would talk about what Eddie’s bride would be like, a good girl who would listed and do whatever Mrs. Kaspbrak told her to, she would talk about the place the ceremony would take place in, she would even talk about who would and who wouldn’t be invited. She used to say Richie Tozier would most definitely not be invited, she was afraid him and that trashmouth of his would somehow manage to ruin the day. Eddie thinks it’s funny how Richie is here on his wedding day and his mother isn’t and he thinks it’s even funnier that instead of the good girl his mother used to picture him getting married to, he is actually marrying Richie Tozier. The thought brings a smile to his face.

She also used to talk about other aspects of Eddie’s life like his job (something safe, so that it wouldn’t worsen Eddie’s illness), his house (close enough to Mrs. Kaspbrak’s house so that she could still see her son). All of her life, Sonia Kaspbrak made plans for his son, but Eddie had plans of his own.

They would often change, one day he would picture himself as a doctor, living in a big city like New York, other days he would picture himself as a teacher in a small town in Maine, but while the details always changed there was one thing that would stay the same and that was the fact that no matter where he went in life or what he did with it, Richie Tozier would be with him, because even back then Eddie couldn’t possibly imagine his life without him. I still can’t, he thinks.

Small talk on IM

Just one word sentences

it’s cool we’re just friends

if I had my way we’d talk and talk all day

Yeah

For Richie, a life without Eddie Kaspbrak was a life he didn’t want. Even when they were young he knew that, he remembers climbing that old tree next to Eddie’s house and falling through his bedroom window one summer day because he missed his Eddie Spaghetti. It had been a week since the last time he saw Eddie, his mother wouldn’t let him out of house until he recovered from the fever she claimed he had. Since it was summer, Eddie’s window was open and Richie remembers falling through it in a not so graceful manner and scaring Eddie so much he fell out of bed.

Once they were older and they both had cellphones, it was easier for them to talk whenever Eddie’s mom was being extra annoying or when Richie got himself in trouble and wasn’t allowed to leave his room. They would talk on the phone and then, when it was late and they had to keep quiet, they would text until one of them fell asleep, only to do it again the next day. Even when they had seen each other that day, at school or the Barrens or the old arcade, Richie would call Eddie or Eddie would text him, because there was no such thing as ‘too much’ when it came to talking to each other.

Everyone knows it’s meant to be

falling in love, just you and me

Till the end of time till I’m on his mind

it’ll happen

I’ve been making lots of plans

like a picket fence and a rose garden

I just keep on dreaming

But it’s cool cause we’re just friends

Eddie takes his eyes off of Richie for the first time since he started singing and looks around. Everyone is watching Richie and they all seemed to be enjoying his song. He sees Bill holding his camera, the little red light blinking as he records Richie’s performance. Eddie wonders how there’s still enough battery on that thing seeing as Bill hasn’t turn it off since earlier today when he walked into the room where Eddie was getting ready and hit play.

Mike and Ben were with him while Stan and Beverly were with Richie, meanwhile Bill spent the entire morning going back and forth between both rooms while complaining about how none of the others thought of bringing a camera to make it easier for him to document the entire thing. Eddie would try to remind him that he didn’t have to go through all the trouble, they had hired a photographer after all, but Bill only stuck his tongue out at Eddie as he left the room once again to go record Richie’s hundredth attempt at making a tie knot.

Thinking about how

we’re gonna say our vows

It’s cool we’re just friends

He walks down the aisle

Richie also remembers earlier today, watching Eddie walk down the aisle, bouquet of flowers in his hand and a nervous smile on his face looking as handsome as ever in his blue suit, similar to Richie’s but, whereas Eddie was wearing a light pink tie, Richie wore a Hawaiian printed one. It was hard for Richie to convince Eddie to let him wear that tie in particular but Richie threatened to show up wearing a Hawaiian shirt instead and Eddie figured the tie was a good compromise.

He remembers Eddie getting closer, and how the farther down the aisle he walked, the bigger his smile grew. By the time he reached him, his eyes were almost shut with how much he was smiling. My smile must be twice as big as his, I can feel it, but I sure as hell don’t look as cute as Eds does, he had thought.

Seeing my friends smile

Cause now we’re more than friends

Richie remembers sparing a glance at his friends. They had decided to forgo the whole groomsmen business, seeing as they couldn’t choose which of the losers would be on whose side and also because Stan refused to spend the entire ceremony standing on his feet, so they sat on the front row, smiles almost as big as Eddie’s and Richie’s.

Ben and Beverly were on the right side, Richie’s side and they were holding hands. Richie could already see tear tracks on Ben’s face, by the end of the day Haystack won’t have any tears left to spare, Richie had thought, he couldn’t blame him though, he had been fighting off the tears since he woke up that morning.

Stan was sitting on Eddie’s side, looking as composed as ever. Anyone who didn’t know him well enough would think he wasn’t as excited as the rest of them but Richie could tell by his soft smile just how much it meant to him to watch two of his best friends finally getting married, especially after all those years of pinning and drama and way too much PDA that he had had to endure. Next was Bill, holding his camera in front of his face, hell bent on capturing every single moment on video.

Finally, Richie’s eyes had landed on Mike, he was looking at him and when their eyes met, he winked at him and gave him a thumbs up, which made Richie chuckle softly. Eddie heard this and raised an eyebrow in question, Richie just shook his head and took Eddie’s hand in his and together they had turned to face the minister.

Everyone knows it’s meant to be

falling in love, just you and me

Till the end of time till I’m on his mind

it’ll happen

Eddie is mouthing the lyrics and his hand is absentmindedly toying with the ring on his finger. The ring that matches Richie’s, the one that will tie them together from that day until the end of time. He can see himself ten, twenty, fifty years from now playing with that same ring, not new and shiny anymore but just as meaningful, watching an older Richie, who will most likely be doing something stupid or embarrassing or both if he’s being honest and just falling in love with him all over again.

I’ve been making lots of plans

like a picket fence and a rose garden

I just keep on dreaming

But it’s cool cause we’re just friends

The song ends, everyone is clapping wildly, Richie thinks he hears Mike whistle but he can’t be sure. Richie bows awkwardly and hops down from the stage, he starts walking towards Eddie, there are tears in both of their eyes and they’re both smiling so big they fear their faces might break.

“I can’t believe you serenaded me with a Jonas Brothers’ song” Eddie says.

“Oh, come on, Eds, you know you loved it” Richie replies while wrapping his arms around Eddie.

“I guess it was alright” Eddie says nonchalantly, trying to hide his smile. Richie smirks because they both know Eddie in fact did love it.

“Don’t worry Eds, I thought it was cute how much you were swooning over me back there” Richie teases.

“Beep beep, Richie” Eddie says looking down, trying to hide his blush. God, we’ve been together for years, we’re married for God’s sake and he can still make me blush, he thinks. “And don’t call me that” he adds with a pout.

“Well, how about I call you husband instead?” Richie says this like a joke but then he’s overwhelmed with emotion once he realizes that after all these years, he can finally call Eddie Kaspbrak his husband.

When the same realization hits Eddie he gasps and his voice cracks when he answers.

“I think I can live with that” he says while wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck and kissing him.

Yeah, they both think, I definitely think I can live with that.

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fearful-quartet · 7 years ago

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Fanders Secret Santa Story: Fascinate

Hey so this is my @Fander-s to @vdkstar! I hope you like it,

Prompt: Human AU, Soulmate AU (I based the prompt off of La La Land sorta…) Patton is just waiting for that Someone in the Crowd, but how much longer can he wait? Meanwhile, a certain nerd is looking out onto a City of Stars.

Warnings:

Patton stood in the bathroom of his apartment, splashing water over his bangs which had grown quite a bit as of late, looking more and more like the long fringe of his roommates, Virgil and Emmett, who both refused to cut their fronts almost ever, although Virgil was frequently more willing. Pat had been continuously applying gel and then immediately rinsing it away for the past ten minutes while the other two in the house were arguing over outfits. The bubbly man clad in blue was just putting a minuscule amount back in his mane as Virgil and Emmett walked into the bathroom with him.

“Viiiiirrrggillll,” Emmett groaned as he grabbed his toothbrush from the counter. “I don’t see the problem with my outfit. It’s what I always wear.”

“Yea, it is, and it’s always ugly. Who wears pink pants like those?” Virgil looked in the mirror as he talked, putting on the concealer and eye shadow he always did. Emmett stood behind him, toothbrush shoved in his mouth as he reached for the gel and argued past the paste and foam.

“Tgher mah favrit, Vrirj!” Patton ducked past the spittle and sighed.

“Don’t talk when brushing, kiddo,” he said from the doorway. “And both of you look fine.”

“Pat, he looks like that stupid elf you got that sits in random places all the time. Ridiculous.”

Patton gasped. “Don’t make fun of our elf on the shelf like that! I’ll have you know that Virgil Jr. is very spiffy, and so is our Emmett. What about me?” He quickly and nervously gave a little spin as he muttered the last words.

“You look fine, Pat.” Virgil said with a smile. “What’s so important that has you all worked up?”

“Yea,” Emmett, now clean-mouthed, added as he smeared more gel in his already greasy slicked back hair. “I get that Roman Sanders will be there, but that’s more for me than you, I am trying to be scouted for his next play so I get a villain role, but you really can’t act-ow, Virge!” He flicked his sarcastic friend on the nose in response to the smack on the arm administered then, and the two poked at each other while Pat stared at his left wrist dreamily, tracing his fingers over the deep blue writing, an L to start his soulmate’s name and the word “fascinating” as the way they described him on meeting.

“I know they’ll be in the crowd at this party, guys.” He sighed and blinked to get out of his trance. “He has to be, kiddos. He has to be…Or my name isn’t Patton Morality! So we’d better get going, we wanna be ealy, right? Guys?” He looked over at the cat swatting occurring behind him. “Stop fighting please, for once!” He laughed as he raced to split his friends up before hair was pulled.

Logan sat bored in the back of the park, watching his friend Roman chat grandiosely to the handful of guests having shown up already. He wasn’t the most social of types himself, so he stayed near the refreshments table and thought of how he could convince his boss to change his task on the most recent assignment that Monday. He was swirling his drink around in the cup (nonalcoholic so he doesn’t make a fool of himself,) and opened the book on astronomy he had just bought that afternoon. It was early into the party, so he could finish the chapter he was on before any interaction with others.

His attention was suddenly caught by a new trio entering the party, two of the individuals being stark opposites as one wore dark clothes all over and the other had a bright mismatched outfit. That wasn’t what first caught Logan’s eye, however. There was a man in a blue polo with dark glasses and a cream colored hoodie, amber eyes shining in the lights put up, a giant smile on his features as he looked around in awe.

Logan felt his arms instinctively reach out when the man tripped and began to fall onto someone and spilling wine on his khaki pants. His face quickly went from a disappointed look back to a smile when he saw his friends either worrying about him or threatening the other person. Logan gave a silent chuckle and stalked towards the man as his darkly clothed friend dragged the colorful and angry one towards the restroom.

“Pardon me, but do you require some assistance with that spill?” He asked with a handkerchief extended.

Patton looked up from rubbing furiously at the mark with his hand, seeing the handkerchief held in his direction by a tall man in a blue striped tie over a black dress shirt and jeans, smiling from behind his matching black glasses that managed to dull his dark eyes ever so slightly.

He stood up and gave a grateful smile to the stranger. “It’s really no big deal,” he said with a happy but awkward demeanor. “Just a little spill is all, at least it wasn’t red. I won’t…” No god brain please don’t- “wine about extra help, though!” Patton looked in hidden horror when the man gave a face of confusion, but relaxed when he heard the stifled chuckling from behind his hand.

“So you like jokes?” The man asked through quiet laughing. Patton gave a shy but happy smile.

“There’s nothing quite like a good dad joke,” his smile turned mischievous. “They’re the…sherry on top.” He reveled in the laughs of his new acquaintance growing louder and continued. “They call ole Patton here the pun master for a Riesling.”

The man tried to quell his laughter to reply. “Well, Patton, I’m Logan, and while I haven’t been known for puns, my intellect can help me…port on a show.” He then extended a hand for Patton to shake, which he did with a grin, before pausing with a look of thought. “You know, I usually am not fond of such jokes, but even though it wasn’t in my line of humor, I found it quite a bit funnier coming from you.” His face softened. “It’s quite fascinating, actually.”

Patton’s face lit up a bit at the word he had memorized for so long passing someone’s lips, let alone someone like the one before him. He kept his excitement at bay and knew he had to respond to make sure, so he tried to sound as casual as Logan had been.

“I mean, for someone as…captivating as you, it’s hard to not bring out my best.” Patton swayed and looked at the well-spoken man in front of him with a look of earnest he couldn’t fake.

Logan’s eyes went wide and he checked his arm under his shirt. Sure enough, there was a sky blue “P” on his wrist, written just above a word in cursive text. Patton couldn’t quite see it, but the small smile on Logan’s face said everything. Logan looked to meet the shorter man’s eyes, and both gave slightly awkward yet perfectly comfortable laughs.

After a few moments of silence, Patton grabbed at his hoodie. “Maybe we could, get to know each other more, y’know, since we’re…” he trailed off, like the word he had said so often was still foreign when about someone right there.

“Soulmates?” Logan finished, awkwardly reaching for Patton’s hand and curling his fingers around it firmly. He smiled when seeing the other nod and move to be closer as they walked to a bench away from the now picking up party. He sighed and fixed his tie absently as he spoke again. “I never thought much of these parties, before. They require too much emotion and charisma, while I am not the best at that part.”

Patton looked at Logan with a quizzically understanding look. “I can see why it would be harder to be in this setting, I go mainly to bring my roommates out of their own comfort zones, but it isn’t exactly my favorite place either. I more like sitting and just appreciating the company.”

“I also tend to enjoy reveling in silent companionship at times, especially if I’m reading, or sometimes it can be nice to read to someone out loud, as it can create an atmosphere for them and allow for deeper context of characters for you.”

“I love reading out loud or being read to, then I really can see the giant worlds written in such an infinitesimal space in comparison.”

Logan looked surprised. “You know the word ‘infinitesimal’ correctly, Patton?” His newfound soulmate gave a giggle and a cheesy wink.

“I know big words, Logan.”

“Truly fascinating.”

“Hey, don’t underestimate me this soon!” Patton pouted, and Logan couldn’t help but give out a full laugh, face red and eyes skewed shut. ~ Aaaand that’s the story! I hope you like it, and I know it’s like the last day, but I wanted to try and add angst…I hope you can forgive my writing skills and cheesy plot and although it’s past, a belated Happy Holidays from me to you! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanders secret santa #secret santa #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #oc sanders #sanders sides fics #sanders sides #ts #vdkstar #it’s suuper late I know #I’m sorry #but It was made with love

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bananashemmo · 7 years ago

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When We Collide (Part 31)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Masterlist: Here

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand

When We Collide on Wattpad

“What in the world is going on?” Your voice was just as surprised as your face and your eyes were to the point of popping out from your head.

“What?” Luke asked almost confused and took a look down at his clothing.

“I’m supposed to be dressed as a poor, right?”

Rolling your eyes deeply by his words you rolled out the chair in front of your desk and took the small around the wooden surface to stand in front of him.

“What do you mean you’re supposed to be dressed as poor? Isn’t that shirt from H&M?” You asked and crossed your arms to show a bit of attitude. The mood swings had not left, in fact it had come to the point where Luke loved testing your temper for the fun of it.

“Yes?” He directed and looked down at himself for a short moment, “I just changed! And I even managed to make my hair look all loose see! It doesn’t go all the way back and I’ve got some curls sticking out here and there.”

“But for what?” You asked and loosened your arms to grab the papers from your desk and take a look. You were still at work after all and he had required you to do a few things before you would leave.

“I’m going with you to the lamaze class!”

“You’re what?” You questioned, it was like you had to double check what he was saying and if you heard correct. He almost had to repeat himself that was how unsure you were of hearing right.

“Yes! I know you told me you had spoken to Dr. Sullivan about it and since I expect I’m going to be a part of it might as well be prepared. Though you don’t think we’re gonna actually watch a mom give birth because if so I’m gonna need myself to prepare for PG-13.”

“Yes we’re probably going to watch it. But why dressed like that?” You asked once again to clear out the confusion and nodded at his outfit.

The usual suit and tie had been changed out into something rather cozy and comfortable. It was almost like the clothes he wore at home when he wasn’t doing some sort of work, you were pretty surprised to see him like this.

But it also put some thoughts to your mind because you hadn’t even spoken about Luke being a part of the birth you had expected for him to be too prissy to be a part of something like that.

“You know I just want to fit in.” He said causally like it his outfit wasn’t bothering him and tried to play it cool.

“Can’t you just show up in a suit like you normally do? What will all the other staff members think when we will take the small walk from our office and to the exit many floors down?” You lifted your eyebrows after thinking it through.

“Well we can’t have that happen we’ll just take a short cut only made for me. Can’t have people to see me look this...”

“Poor?” You finished his sentence like it wasn’t bothering you that he still considered you to be a part of the homeless.

He smiled softly by your attitude and nodded his head in agreement. He fished out a beanie from his pocket and along with his jacket that was much fancier than the rest of the clothes he seemed ready to go.

“Just leave the rest of the papers behind. I think this is more important than work.” He winked with his left eye and watched you place the papers back onto the desk.

“You sure about this? I know it can be kind of disturbing?” You were still not fully convinced by his words.

“Come on I’ve seen Holly’s fanny. I don’t think it can become worse than that.”

The offensive side of his was still there and even if you were a polite person you still couldn’t avoid the laughter that came from your lips. It was funny how he had changed since the December incident because he had become a different person when it came to Holly.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the two of you growing closer together or if it was him starting to realize something but you preferred this much more than you getting all the harsh words.

Things had been gone quite well the past few days, actually weeks.

You had been living with Luke and it had been so nice. It was like you were getting to know each other in a whole different way, he had become a person that was much more open to the fact of getting to know each other.

He was there when you needed him, he wasn’t being a complete jerk all the time and he was actually being nice.

Not in the way where he wanted to buy everything. Sure, he still used money here and there but it had become without the attitude of ‘I can buy everything because I’ve got all the money I need’. It was like it had become with a different person and he wasn’t the one to brag about the stuff he had bought.

You were so sure he had been buying so many stuff for the baby girl it was insane. He was denying to let you buy anything but he still made sure that you were a part of what was going to be in her room and not. You still waited a bit though with preparing the room because it still felt a bit early.

But it was also important that it was done soon. With Luke’s busy schedule and also being a few months away from finishing the movie it was the only thing he was spending his time on.

Sometimes he would sit in the living room with his head in his hands trying to figure out what was going on and not. He still wanted the script to be perfect he didn’t leave out a single detail to not being interpreted.

You wanted to help out but you still felt a little bit distanced. It wasn’t because you weren’t enjoying the time with him, hell it was something you had secretly wished for so long. You just wanted to get along with him in the right way.

It had been so long to reach this point but you were so happy that you were on track with each other.

Luke had somehow become the person to impress you, but in a whole other level than he did when you first started working for him.

Back then it was all about the money. It was all about making sure that he would buy you everything and show you that life could be bought to happiness. He was ignorant back then, he didn’t understand the concept of getting to know each other and not solve problems by buying someone a helicopter.

Now he was doing anything to impress you, but in a whole different way.

He was doing anything to prove that he could solve stuff without picking out his check book. He was doing the dishes, he did like he just did now where he would wear something that wasn’t over a simple $20 and he was also cutting down his staff so you didn’t need to have people to do stuff for you all the time.

It did of course have some mis-benefits because Luke wasn’t the strong one in the kitchen and neither were you.

Countless of times you had managed to burn the food in the oven or burning something on a pan, heck you could barely make simple microwaved popcorn in the microwave. It ended up in smoke being everywhere and the popcorn wasn’t able to be eaten and enjoyed.

But it was what made everything a challenge and the both of you shared that joy.

It was ten times funnier messing up in the kitchen rather than getting something served every single day that wasn’t put care into. You could tell that Luke was enjoying it too because the connection you had was something very special.

Call it being the soon to be parent or not but there was something about him that you could never actually brush off your shoulders.

The bond you had grown was also most importantly because you hadn’t seen the shadow of Holly since you moved back in.

Whether she had disappeared into ashes or not you weren’t sure but she was not seen in the apartment and you knew for sure it was Luke who had set up the rule.

Of course he had been out countless of times to do some PR work with her for the sake of Peter but you could tell as time was progressing he was enjoying it less and less. When he showed back home after a long day with her he would be moody and it was also affecting his behavior.

Sometimes you just wanted to ask him why he didn’t just cut it off but you assumed there was an important reason for it. So you avoided.

You had actually expected to see her at New Year’s Eve but you didn’t.

In fact you didn’t know half the people that showed up but you had decided to stay anyways. Sure, you were pretty much standing out because you weren’t wearing a fancy dress or drinking champagne but you felt comfortable being around them.

You assumed it was also because of Luke because he made sure to introduce you well, of course not announcing who was the father of your child but you made sure to keep it a secret and they seemed fond of you.

In fact, that night he didn’t even get as drunk as you had expected. Sure he drank along when someone yelled cheers and when the clock stroke midnight but he remained calm and comfortable. It was nice.

He also didn’t swoon all over the girls like you had imagined he would. It was like you had grown this impression of him you couldn’t get away from even though you knew he was slowly changing for the better.

He did also kiss you on the cheek during midnight instead of snogging it off with some other random girl. You were pretty surprised when you felt his lips on your skin, in fact your cheeks blushed up completely.

He had also been pretty surprised by his action, so surprised that he looked down at the champagne and in embarrassment and confusion offered you a class. It took him less than seconds to realize his little suggestion bummer and offered water instead.

You were actually so comfortable living with him that you had decided to move out from Ashton completely. It just made things so much easier and he was completely understandable about that situation.

It almost felt as if Ashton was in fact rooting for you and Luke to be together. You assumed it had something to do with his childhood and always wishing for him to have a fatherly role. He wanted that more than anything for your child to not be left behind without that.

So moving in again prominent felt better than just staying there for the nights. The routines were back, Holly wasn’t there to spoil anything and the only times you actually had to watch her when you were at the studio filming or if Luke and her were at one of the magazines you had at your office.

“You sure you want to come?” You asked one time just to make sure that he wasn’t just jumping into something he didn’t know much about.

“Two clueless idiots are better than one, right?” He asked back and you slowly nodded your head in agreement.

The only thing you were actually worrying about would be if someone recognized him and it wouldn’t be great if he had to sit with a beanie and sunglasses in the middle of January just to cover up himself.

But Luke did have a plan. If someone asked he just wanted to explain that you had grown a very close bond as boss and assistant and since the ‘father’ had bailed on you, he decided to step in and help instead.

That would show how much he actually cared for the people working for him and it would also prove that he was a nice person that could be with other woman and help them out but not actually cheat like they could imagine in magazines.

You still had an unconvinced look as you took the walk out to the exit of Luke’s building and when you were met by traffic you rolled your eyes.

“Luke we can’t make it in your car. It can’t even get the chance to get out from its parking lot.” You warned and pointed towards his car that was completely trapped.

“What? We can’t walk? Come on I’ll just take the car we’ll manage to get out.” He was trying to encourage you but you stopped by grabbing his arm. There was no time for traffic.

You nodded your head twice towards the sign that showed subway and he was very quick to understand what you were hinting at.

“No way.” He shook his head in disbelief and his eyes widened.

“We’re not taking the subway.” He took one large step back but you still kept him by the arm.

“Come on Luke it’s not that bad, it stops right below where the birth class is held and we don’t have to worry about the traffic.” You were becoming impatient so your tone rose a bit.

“Y/N! Germs! No!”

“Luke! You’re one giant germ! Get over yourself.” You rolled your eyes deeply and without hearing another complaining dragged him down the stairs to take the next subway that showed up.

You could tell that he was actually feeling a bit uncomfortable but he got through it. In fact you couldn’t tell what he was most worried about, someone bumping into your bump or just brushing him. He was a huge hater of germs you knew that he still had cleaning staff at home to take care of it.

When you came to the birth class it was barely in the last minute and everyone else were already prepared in a large circle with a fake baby in their hands.

You were showing up just as everyone was introducing each other, you being one of the last ones in the circle where there was space to sit.

It was actually fun seeing the differences in everyone. Some were very young, some were in the middle while others were very old. Some came alone, some were three and others just a pair like you and Luke. Not to mention the gender reveals and two moms carrying twins.

“And the last couple here.” The attention was suddenly pointed on you when the lamaze teacher, Kiara Rose looked down at you with a smile.

“Yeah uh-,” You looked over at Luke unsure but he was quick to guide you in a direction.

“Hello everyone, my name is Mark Button and this is my wife Y/N.” He introduced so quick you were trying not to look surprised at him.

“Why are you doing a fake accent?” That was the first thing that came to your mind it was a mix of Texas but also a little bit British. It sounded so horrible and you didn’t even want to get started on his name.

“I’m playing a character.” He whispered back like it wasn’t obvious.

“And we’re carrying a baby girl whose name we haven’t figured out yet.” He explained, still going on with the accent that didn’t sound better the more he spoke.

“Aren’t you Luke Hemmings? The millionaire?” A black haired woman with bangs asked next to you, not looking fully convinced by Luke’s sudden new created character.

“No, no you’ve got it all wrong woman. I’m Mark Button!” He was trying to sell it but she didn’t look convinced.

“But you look exactly like him expect for the clothes?” She was a sneaky little fella but come on it wasn’t like Luke was dressed like superman.

“Yes, Luke is my distant cousin but I assure you I’m not him. You know, not that there would be something wrong with that he’s a great looking pal isn’t he?”

You rolled your eyes by Luke’s words and sincerely hoped you could get over the talking and start the class instead of him making a more fool of you. The accent was to throw up for even though deep inside it was hilarious.

“Okay then.” The black haired woman answered and looked up at her husband with furrowed eyebrows but didn’t have much more to say.

“Well without further ado, let’s start the class then.” Kiara commented a little bit confused as but shook her head to get her attention to somewhere else.

“Just to give you all an overview of what is going to happen the typical class consists of lectures, discussions, and exercises, all led by a trained childbirth instructor which will be me. We will have a focus on each class to make you as prepared for your birth as possible and to also make sure we reduce the fear of giving birth the best we can.”

You nodded your head in agreement to Kiara’s words. It was so important to learn about this because even though you had borrowed books from the library it wasn’t like you fully understood what was being said.

“Our philosophy in the lamaze class is; birth is normal, natural, and healthy.” Kiara explained meanwhile you all had to change your positions to start the first breathing technique.

“Now you can all decide what way to sit because it all depends if you’re on the floor, in the hospital bed or placed in the bathtub or soothing the pain.”

“Does the hospital have a jacuzzi?” Luke suddenly woke up with wide eyes and looked pretty interested at you.

“I don’t know.” You whispered back, “But don’t expect it to be a jacuzzi with bobbles, champagne and a little bath duck.”

“But if you could all just sit with the partner behind you so back and chest is facing, you will be able to train the breathing techniques in whatever position you are challenged to be at.”

You looked a bit unsure of Kiara’s suggestion but as everyone else did it you did it too. What what could possibly happen but if you had to listen to Luke’s comments all the time you were sure you would freak.

“So just like this or what?” Luke asked a bit more shy by the situation and nodded your head in agreement.

It was a good thing he wasn’t wearing a fancy suit because he would for sure have screamed about you curling his clothes. He was sitting half cross-legged so you could rest on his chest but without actually knocking him down.

“Now grab your partner’s hands and slowly breathe in and out.” Kiara instructed making you and Luke look up and down at each other.

It was like you were asked to do something really wild but you were both very unsure of what to do. Luke looked a bit careful almost as if he didn’t want to touch you, not because he was disgusted but more if he was allowed to.

“Come on.” Your voice was softer than normal and he leaned over to grab your hands gently.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to link your fingers together or not but you did. It wasn’t like any of the others did it but as he did, you didn’t want him to let go. It was a nice feeling and his hands were warmer than yours despite the cold weather you had just walked through.

“When you're tense and frightened, your breathing becomes shallow and rapid. Your shoulders are pulled up towards your ears and your neck and shoulder muscles feel tight and rigid. We’re going to help you get control of that.” Kiara said and with her own partner just to illustrate showed how it was done.

“It's important to keep your breathing rhythmic. Don't let the in-breath become longer than the out-breath. If anything, your out-breath should be longer than your in-breath.” She explained and everyone listened carefully to follow along.

“Try closing your eyes for a moment. Focus on your breathing, and notice how rhythmic it is. You breathe in, then there's a slight pause before you breathe out.”

At first you squeezed one eye open just to catch along with what she was doing but she was quick to nod her head at you to shut both your eyes.

You weren’t sure if Luke was doing the same but you could feel his heartbeat pound against your back. You weren’t sure if he was stressing out or what but you could feel that he was completely calm.

In fact he was following Kiara’s instructions very carefully, he was doing it even better than you.

“I’m not sure I can do this, not in a stressed state of mind.” You mumbled a bit panicked but he was still remaining calm.

“No you’re doing fine.” He shook his head in disagreement to his words and looked up at Kiara shortly but she was standing with her back facing you.

“Screw this I don’t believe in this connection. You have to look at each other to reduce the stress the best you possibly can.” In one swift movement you were suddenly facing each other, hands still linked.

“You can feel my pulse in my hands, just follow my breathing through that.” He instructed and you shut your eyes again to let the other senses get to work.

It took some time but Luke was patient with this. He waited until you were both on the same level, letting all the air get into your lunges and paused until you were ready to breathe it out.

Even Kiara was very impressed like your technique because in the end it was all about finding out what worked the best for you as a couple.

“Very nice Y/N and Mike! Everyone should find that spot where you feel so comfortable with a person you can give it all the feelings you have through the hands. Breathing can be hard to control but easier with the best help you can get.”

Both your faces became red by her announcement it was a good thing you would be over with this soon.

In fact the lamaze class was quickly over but not before finishing it with a prepared “getting into labour video”. It was the start of something and as you met for more and more classes you would get the chance to see bits of more.

But what was weird was how Luke was suddenly changing beside you. It was like his face was slowly changing into something else the more you watched the video and as it was over for now you looked at him unsure.

“Are you okay?” You asked confused, noticing how he had changed attitude completely. He had become all pale in the face.

“Yes, I uh-, I’m alright.” He managed to say after swallowing deeply and grabbed after the tie that was usually wrapped around his neck but now it was gone.

You quivered your eyebrow confused by his acting and watched him pull out the hem of his shirt as if he was having trouble breathing. It was like he had been hit with something like a flu or suddenly feeling very bad.

“I uh-, I think I need some fresh air.” He swallowed again and stood up as you were about to ask if he was okay, his shadow disappearing quickly out of the door along with him.

You looked down with mixed feelings and confusion being spread on your face by his sudden behavior, a lump in your throat being formed and your stomach starting to twist.

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Cardiovascular Palpitations Pt. 2 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

→ fluff, smut, angst, really fuckign fluffy smut 10k → friends with benefits au, doctors au ft Taehyung → part 1 | part 2 | story talk

Yay! This was super cute but I’m seriously so glad its over lol I didn’t edit so its not my best work but it’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think, and I’ll be uploading a story talk and drabbles about this au soon!

You pursed your lips as you stood in your underwear in front of your closet. It was much different than it used to be years ago, when in college it was overflowing with crop tops and shiny tight dresses that you could’ve worn to any frat party without feeling underdressed.

But now, years later, you were way too old for those teenager clothing trends and needed something a bit formal and mature-looking. The problem was, you were a doctor, which meant just throwing on whatever underneath scrubs or the white coat. The outfits actors and actresses wore on doctor dramas were bullshit. Nobody had time to look like they were on a runway when they didn’t know whether they’d be sprayed with blood from an erupting artery or vomit from a patient who had too much to drink the night before. It was the worst kind of surprise.

You thumbed through the clothing, finally finding something somewhat decent. It was a bright blue mini dress, tight enough to accentuate your figure but loose enough to be modest for a five-star restaurant like the one Taehyung was taking you to in an hour.

It had been years since you’d dressed up this nice for a date. Sure, you had plenty of flings during your more free college days, but as soon as you’d decided to go the medical route, boyfriends weren’t much of a priority, and when you did have time to date, you were way too occupied and way too obsessed with saving money for med school either of you never had the chance to really venture out into scenes like this.

Now, you were able to afford yourself a nice apartment and your salary was enough to pay for you car, your insurance and your own personal hobbies, but going to an expensive and lavish restaurant had never occurred to you, until now. Taehyung, who seemed like he was doing pretty well off himself too, had suggested this place first thing.

You did your hair and makeup with a lot more care than you were used to and were buckling the straps to your heels when the doorbell rang. You stood up, grabbing your clutch, and opened the door to see Taehyung waiting with some flowers in hand and a very, very cute suit.

“Wow you look great!” He smiled, giving you a big hug and putting the flowers in your hands.

You smiled, “You look great too, Tae! Let me go get a vase, and let’s get going!”

He drove to the restaurant, and as soon as you entered gave the waiter his name for the reservation and pushed your chair in for you as you sat.

“It’s actually my first time here,” you commented, as the waiter brought you your menus. Skimming over the items, your eyes bugged out at the steep price range and the lavish names of aged wines that you knew were definitely a lot more expensive than the cheap bottles you had stashed in your living room. And bedroom. And shower.

Being a doctor was stressful enough, you had plenty of excuses for the random wine bottles hidden around your house.

He nodded, “The director of the hospital brought all of us new department additions here for our first day of work. It was really good, and even better cause he was paying for it all.” He winked at you, “since I’m paying, you better eat as well as I ate.” Chuckling, he waved the waiter over.

“Can I have the wine that I requested earlier and can we get started on our meals?” You watched as he made the order carefully, how his eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheekbones and his lips parted slightly as he gazed over the menu to find what he was looking for.

You remembered in med school that he sat next to you in one of your pre-requisites and you were looking like absolute shit because you just came back from a midterm that basically sucked the soul out of you. Jeongguk was sitting on your left, and you’d been almost knocked out on the seat next to him when someone nudged you and spoke softly, “Is this seat taken?”

Half dead, half asleep, you mumbled, “No,” and removed your backpack and peeled open your eyes to see the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen staring back at you with a half smile. Smacking your lips and sitting up, you’d pretended like you were interested in the lecture, but instead you were watching how he took amazing, neat notes. He’d made a few funny comments during lecture, about the professor who droned on and on about something about his dog, whispering to you, “I bet if someone asked him to talk about his dog for the entire rest of the semester, he’d do it.”

You giggled, trying to arrange your hair into something along the lines of an actual hairstyle. “Yeah, and his midterm and finals would just be to describe his dogs and his relationship to them.”

And that was how you started your crush on him. He’d offered to help you study for that class, chuckling and reminiscing, “Oh my god, did you just come back from taking Professor Song’s Anatomy test? Dang, I remember his tests. Brutal.”

“If you want, since you’re probably fried from regurgitating all those hexanes and benzoic acid structures, I can help you study for bio?” He offered, blinking those huge big eyes at you. And you’d accepted, and for the next few days, he’d patiently and carefully gone over the topics in class with you. And you’d aced that class, adding onto your other good grades.

You remembered on the day of his graduation, when you went for another friend in your club but ran into Taehyung during the ceremony, he’d pulled you in for a quick picture, throwing an arm around your shoulders and leaning his head on yours. You saved that picture on your phone, but now you don’t remember exactly what you did with it.

Once Tae had moved on to America for his residency, your heart did not grow fonder at the absence. You never really liked Taehyung anyway, it was just a momentary crush that happened because he was just really good looking, and nice.

But as you observe him now and notice the glances from other women he’s getting you realize how handsome he was and still is. He had everything, but you notice, a little thinner than Jeongguk.

You catch yourself with a start, why were you comparing Tae to Jeongguk? Shaking your head you focus on the story Taehyung was telling you about a crazy patient who was basically high off anesthesia and went around the hospital ward singing and chanting the names of kpop girl groups.

You giggle in response, pushing around the piece of steak on your plate. Your dress was starting to get tight, and all you wanted to do was to rip it off and put on some baggy sweats and a tank top, take the bobby pins out of your head and just tie it up in a messy bun and stuff your face with ice cream. But as Taehyung animatedly continues his story, you just laugh and keep the conversation going.

Was talking with Tae always this…predictable? Sure, his stories were funny and quite interesting, but honestly, you’d seen worse cases and experienced even funnier patients during your years as a resident. He’d ordered a salad for himself, citing that he was watching what he ate, and you guiltily switched out the fries for a salad with your steak at that comment.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the gogi place Jeongguk took you to after a hard day at work. It was an all-you-can-eat korean barbecue with mouthwatering pork and steak and you’d eaten until you felt like you were going to pass out. And then he’d ordered you two rice wine and it was history after that, getting shit drunk and then giggling and stumbling into your apartment and trying to get ready for bed. But being clumsy and tired, you two had just passed out on your bed and woken up the next day with full stomachs and horrible hangovers. But it was one of the best meals you’d ever had.

Sure this steak was great, juicy, and really high quality, but the fist-sized portion was definitely not enough to satisfy your appetite. As the night drew to an end, Taehyung drove you home, keeping a nice conversation with you about how your experience in residency was. You told him about how after med school you were accepted to this huge hospital, and eventually slowly made your way up to the youngest female surgeon of the Cardio department alongside Jeongguk.

When you mentioned his name, Taehyung asked, glancing at you from the driver’s seat. “Are you and Jeongguk still as close as you were in med school?”

You laugh, “Yeah, we were inseparable in med school huh? I’d say we’re just really good friends now. I mean, I can’t help it, he’s my co-head-surgeon of the department.”

He turned his eyes back to the road, “How did you end up being co-partners again?”

You shrug, rolling your eyes at the memory. “We were both really young, but super over-qualified for the job. And so instead of putting one of us, where the director would’ve had to choose one of us to be the department representative and the other to be the subordinate, he just went the easy route and just chose us both.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

You shrug again, “At first, I was really mad, cause I thought it was because I was a girl that he didn’t trust me enough to lead the department surgeries on my own. But director Kim is a smart man, and I think he knew that putting us together would make the department run more smoother.”

“And why’s that?”

“Well, Jeongguk’s better at the public stuff; you know, greeting people, going to meetings, charming the pants off of the other department heads and like training the new members. I’m not so good at that, maybe since I’m just too tired and quiet to do all that and not pass out from fatigue. I’d rather just be behind-the-scenes, making the powerpoints and organizing the ideas that Jeongguk presents, and doing the professional stuff like presentations and recorded operations, etc.”

Taehyung hums, pulling up into your driveway. “Interesting.” He turns off the engine, and turns to you, “I’m not sure if you heard but the director sent me to your department to join your team. I’m not taking over your position or anything but apparently you guys needed some help on the surgeries you had to take care of?”

You nod. He smiles, taking your hand. “I’m looking forward to working with you, Y/N. I hope you can learn to rely on me like you rely on your…partner.”

You nod, not catching the deeper tone for the last word. “I’m excited to work with you too, Taehyung. It’s nice to have you back.”

He walks you to your door, and as you stand in front of your closed door, he takes your hand and kisses it again.

He smiles, gripping your hand tighter. “Y/N, I-I actually brought you out to dinner today because I wanted to ask you out formally. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I actually asked to be transferred to this department because of you.”

You gaped your mouth open, eyes widening at the comment. “Wh-what? B-but after med school, you never…?”

He smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry, I knew if I tried to contact you I’d miss you even more. So I really tried so hard to keep myself away from you. Here, I even carried this around in my wallet so I wouldn’t forget you!” He pauses, taking out a tattered picture from the graduation day from his wallet and shyly hands it to you.

“When director Kim called me and told me to come work for him, and I heard from a friend that you were working there, I knew I had to take the offer. So I moved here in a span of two weeks and asked to be transferred to the Cardio department.”

You don’t respond, still processing the information and staring down at the worn picture from years ago, with his arm thrown around your shoulders and his other hand holding up the million flower bundles he’d gotten from friends and family. He continues, “I’ve been waiting for a really long time, Y/N. Do you think you can give me a chance?”

Your mouth opens and closes, unable to formulate a response.

“T-taehyung, u-uh, I-i don’t know what to s-say.” You manage, “I-it’s a lot of information at once, I, I really had no idea.” You’re sure you sound breathless, but Taehyung is silent as you finish.

“I really need some time, Taehyung, to think about all of this. I-it’s been so long since I-i’ve been in a relationship and I want to think about this a little more.” You finally muster up the courage to look at him, and he’s looking at you with such affection that you’re relieved that he understands.

He nods quietly and seems to be deep in thought for a second. Looking back up at you, he reaches up and slides a hand under your chin and leans in to give you a peck on your forehead. “Okay,” he whispers, “Good night, Y/N.”

Winking, he walks away and you bid him goodnight and shut the door behind you with flushed cheeks and even more confused heart. But as you peel off the painful strappy heels you were wearing for the night, a voice pipes up from your dark living room, scaring the shit out of you.

“How was the date?”

You whip your head toward the dark living room, ready to punch whoever it was until you see Jeongguk’s body slumped over your couch.

“Fuck, Jeongguk, you scared the shit out of me.” You remove the rest of your shoes and turn on the lights as you make your way to the couch. But as the bright lights flash on in your living room, he groans and coils away from the white light, holding an arm in front of his eyes and whining.

You crinkle your nose as you near him, he reeks of alcohol and holds a soju bottle in his hand. Dimming the lights, you stand over him.

“Get up Jeon Jeongguk! We have an important meeting tomorrow, why are you getting shit drunk like this?! And coming to my apartment?! Ugh, get up.” You make a move to help him up from the couch, but he jostles you away and instead grabs your wrists and yanks you down to eye level with him.

“I heard everything he said,” he drawls, eyes bloodshot red, as if he was crying. “Are you gonna date him or not?!” His voice raises from his muttering tone to a more angry one. You frown and try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he grabs you even tigehter and glares at you.

“Look at me! Answer me, Y/N, what are you gonna do?”

You sigh, looking at him. “Jeongguk you’re hurting me.”

At the comment, he finally looks down at his tight fists around your wrists, seeing how the skin there is turning red from his grip. With a start, he lets go. You rub your wrists, sighing and plopping down on the couch next to him.

“I don’t know Jeongguk. I really don’t know… It’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship and I don’t know if I have the time and we have so much coming up for the department that–”

He cuts you off. “Y/N, do you like him?”

You pause, “Yeah, I guess. Or…I don’t know.”

He grumbles, “Figured. You liked him ever since med school.”

You frown at him. “No, I stopped having my crush on him when he left for America! Stop saying that, I didn’t even like him that much.”

He stared back at you, incredulous. “Are you kidding me? I’ve never seen you fall for someone that hard.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes. “It’s because you’ve never seen me actually really like someone. All those flings were just…flings. Do you remember me actually, like, being in love?” you bite back.

He sits there, thinking hard. You cut him off before he can answer. “No, you haven’t. So stop asking me all these stupid questions and get in bed before I change my mind.”

You get up from the couch, and he grabs your wrist again, gentler this time. “Y/N, please don’t date him.” He looks like a little boy right now, hair curly like it used to be in college, and wearing a loose white shirt over blue jeans. He stares up at you with those big eyes and you feel your heart lurch, like the countless other times that it did.

You’d taken it as a sign to try and organize your relationship with him, to put some boundaries on this friendship you two had forged somehow through all the sex and favors. But as he looked up at you, you found yourself getting even more confused and torn between the two choices.

“Let’s go to sleep, Jeongguk.” You whisper softly, and he relents, letting you throw his arm around your shoulder and you stumble to your bedroom and drop him on your sheets.

He groans and lets you slide the jeans down his legs and the shirt over his head and cover him with the blankets. He doesn’t fall asleep until you wash yourself up and get into the other side of the bed, sidling up to you and spooning you from behind.

“Just stay with me? Yeah? ‘m so happy with you m’right now and don’t wann’ see ya with Kim Taehyung okay m’so just…” He trails off and falls asleep, breathing into your neck from behind.

You barely get any sleep that night.

You wake up the next morning to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Groaning, you look behind you to see Jeongguk still knocked out behind you. You throw his arm off from your waist.

You’d fallen in and out of sleep last night, unable to get some proper rest, but now someone was ringing your doorbell and disrupting the little sleep you’d managed to find.

You banged the door open, ready to chew out whoever it was who’d shown up at your place. But you’re shocked to see that its Taehyung, smiling at you with a coffee in one hand and a smaller bouquet of flowers in the other.

“Good morning, Y/N! You have a big presentation today, don’t you? I’m here to be your personal prep team!”

You gape at him, scrambling to cover up your appearance, trying to pick out the eye-boogers from your eyes and smooth down the crazy strands of hair from your bun at the same time. “T-Taehyung! I didn’t expect you here so early!”

He smiles, “Oh didn’t you hear me suggest to give you a ride?”

You shook your head, and he smiles, “Oh you must’ve zoned out or something. Anyway, here,” He puts the cup of coffee in your hand. “Can I put this inside?” He gestures to the purple tulips in his hand.

You panic for a second, because Jeongguk is still in your bed, and Taehyung would probably definitely see him if he came in, “U-uh, maybe now isn’t a good time? I f-forgot to clean and I don’t want you to see the mess–”

You’re cut off by a grumbling voice behind you, “Y/N, who the fuck is showing up at 7-fucking AM—” You whip your head around to see Jeongguk emerging from your bedroom into the doorway with only his boxers on.

He squints his eyes to see who the visitor and you can see how his expression changes immediately from one of confusion to a stoic one as he locks eyes with Taehyung. You whip your head around to see Taehyung’s face that was first filled with his boxy smile morph into one of confusion and then a challenging frown at the sight of Jeongguk in your apartment half naked.

You scramble to cover up Jeongguk, “Taehyung! I swear this isn’t what it looks like, Jeongguk got drunk and showed up and—”

Jeongguk cuts you off, grabbing your upper arm to stop you from pushing him back into the bedroom. “Why are you here, Taehyung?”

Taehyung frowns. “Why are you here, Jeon?”

Jeongguk spits back, “I crashed here last night. And you?”

“I came to pick up Y/N up for the presentation.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Y/N and I are doing the presentation together. There’s no need to pick her up when we’ll just show up together.”

Taehyung quirks his eyebrow, “Well, she certainly didn’t mention that during our date last night. And I think it’s pretty rude for a grown man to show up drunk at a lady’s house in the middle of the night.”

Jeongguk lurches forward, fist clenched, “Don’t fucking tell me what to do—” And you yell, “Jeongguk!” and stop him, “Seriously, what’s wrong with you! Ugh just go get changed! Taehyung’s just being nice and offered to help me get to work so I can prep for the presentation. I don’t think you have a right to get mad when you’re the one who showed up drunk last night.”

He shifts his glare to you, and you glare at him right back. Groaning, he throws his hands up in the air with a growl, “This is bullshit.” He storms to your bedroom and grabs his clothes and puts them off and breezes past you two to your door and slams it shut on his way out.

You let out a breath and slump, “I’m sorry Taehyung, I don’t know why he’s being like this all of a sudden. He’s usually super chill but these days he’s just been…on a fuse?”

Taehyung visibly relaxes and walks over to your dining table where the roses from last night were carefully placed in a vase and puts the rest of the tulips into the bundle. “I have a feeling I know why he’s being so difficult, but it’s fine. Don’t worry and let’s just focus on the presentation for now, hm?” He sits down on the dining chair and shoots another boxy smile at you. “Go get ready, we’ll pick up some breakfast on the way!”

The rest of the morning is a breeze, and the presentation is a success, and you feel great until you see the glare that Jeongguk throws your direction before stalking back to his office. But Taehyung just gently places a reassuring hand on your lower back and guides you over for a picture with the director who’s lavishing praises on you and Jeongguk for the presentation.

Taehyung drops you off again that night, walking you up to your doorstep. You invite him in for some tea, and you sit at the dining table.

“Thanks so much, Tae, for being there for me today. It helped a lot.” you smiled at him, and his face split up into a grin.

He chuckled, “Anytime, Y/N.”

You lower your gaze, shuffling your feet, “I’m really sorry about what happened this morning, Taehyung, i-it’s really complicated and I-i—”

He cuts you off, “I’m willing to understand, Y/N. But I think I have a good idea of what’s going on and I just want you to know that I really want this to work between us,” he gestures to the space between you two, “But that might mean you have to let go of him… It doesn’t necessarily make me so comfortable knowing that the girl I like is working alongside someone else who has strong feelings for her and a complicated history…but I’m willing to ignore it and focus on us, if you are too.”

You stand there, processing what he said until one thing catches your ear. “Wait, what? Jeongguk has strong feelings for me? What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighs, taking a sip of his tea before standing up. “I think it’s time for me to go home now, it’s really late.” Clearing his throat, he stands up and pauses in the doorway as you shuffle quietly behind him. “Just, take the weekend to really organize your thoughts, yeah?”

You nod, biting your lip. He reaches out and uses his thumb on your chin to tug out your lip from between your teeth. “And don’t do that,” he mumbles, grinning, “or you’ll regret it.” Smiling at your blush, he leans in and lands a soft peck on your cheek before bidding you good night and shutting your door behind him.

You’re still in some short of shock as you juggle the realization you’ve come to. Taehyung had just told you that Jeongguk had strong feelings towards you, something you’d never even thought possible for the guy you’d seen get his heart broken and swore to never date seriously again.

Sighing, you cleared the table and went to bed with a headache, trying to get some sleep when your phone rang. Groaning, you rolled over and saw the screen flashing with your mom’s number.

“Hi mom, why are you calling so late at night?” You mumble into the receiver.

“Oh no, sweetie did I wake you? It’s only midnight but your father is out with his friends and I’m waiting for him to come home. How are you doing honey?”

You sigh, throwing an arm over your eyes, “Everything is just as it was. Work is work, and life is life.”

She chuckles, “And how is Jeongguk?”

You roll your eyes, “Stop asking about him, mom. Jeez, you’re in love with him aren’t you?”

She sighs dreamily, “How do you expect me to not ask about my future son-in-law?”

You groan, sitting up. You mull over what happened earlier, Taehyung’s voice sounding in your head. Organize your thoughts.

Sighing, you muss your hair before speaking, “Mom, there’s something I need to tell you. Please don’t get mad. To be honest,” you pause, and she encourages you to continue, “I-I never really dated Jeongguk…I just…he’s a friend and he offered to help me when I told him that your friend was trying to get a blind date for me. You know I really didn’t want to get matched up with Mrs. Lee’s lawyer son and so, one lie led to another and…” You trailed off.

She hums, chuckling. “Ohhh sweetie, don’t worry.”

You perk up. “You’re not mad?”

She laughs, “I know you like the back of my hand. You thought I wouldn’t notice when you lie?”

You gawk. “W-wait, you knew?! This whole time?!”

“Yes honey, of course I did. I just played along because I knew Mrs. Lee would never relent about setting you up with her son until you either went on the date or showed up with a boyfriend suddenly. That’s why I invited all my friends that day Jeongguk showed up, so they could go gossip to her and tell her what a great boyfriend you had.” She giggles, “Which is why she stopped bugging us about setting you up with that lawyer son of hers.”

She laughs at your silence, “I never really liked Yugyeom for you anyway. A little too sweet for you and your cynicism that takes after your father. If Yugyeom ever met your father, he’ll probably go home crying. But your father adores Jeongguk because they went fishing together that one time.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Oh my god my mom is the sneakiest mom in the world.”

She laughs, “You need to be a better actress, I could tell you were lying immediately. But, Jeongguk, he wasn’t acting.”

“What? What do you mean?”

She sighs, groaning at your ignorance. “Y/N, honey, there’s something called a mother’s instinct. And we just know, when our children are lying, sad, or hiding something. But let me tell you that the boy Jeongguk was definitely not acting that day.”

You rack your mind for memories of the day months ago when you brought Jeongguk over to the restaurant to meet your mom. She’d showed up with five of her friends who squealed and gossiped about Jeongguk, surprising the both of you.

“Mom,” you hissed, “What are these people? It was just supposed to be you, me and him!”

She glances around your shoulder to stare at Jeongguk who’s currently awkwardly fending off the other ladies’ questions about his occupation, family, weight, height, and skincare routine.

“He’s one fine piece of man, reminds me of your father when I first met him!” You groan. “Where’d you get him?”

“Mom, I was gonna tell you all of that during the dinner, but how could you bring all your friends?”

She waves you off as she drags you back to the table. “It’s fine, honey. I want to talk to Jeongguk, not you!”

Jeongguk stands up and greets her as she takes a seat across from him.

“So, Jeongguk, how’d you meet my daughter?”

He smiles, immediately dropping the awkwardness and stiffness that was in his posture while he was talking to your mom’s friends. Leaning back and throwing an arm around your chair, he looks at you fondly and responds smoothly, “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I went to college and med school with Y/N. And then we went our separate ways for residencies and internships, and then met again at Seoul hospital.” He recites everything well, just like you’d told him to say on your ride to the restaurant.

She smiles, and her friends giggle and squeal some more, throwing comments at you like, “Wow, Y/N, you really caught a good one!” “He’s a doctor too? So handsome!”

You refrain from rolling your eyes and just smile politely at them. One lady says, “So what do you like so much about Y/N?”

You freeze, as you don’t recall ever telling him what to say regarding this. But Jeongguk takes it like a champ and sidles closer to you and moves his hand around your shoulder to take your hand on the tabletop and stare into your eyes. You meet his gaze with a panicked one, but he squeezes your hand before continuing.

“I remember I fell for Y/N in college, and liked her for years after that into med school, but I was way too much of a wimp to actually tell her and ask her out. But then we went our separate ways after med school and I realized that I felt so empty without her, so when I came back and saw her at the hospital, I knew I had to ask her out or else I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

He shoots a smile at you and you feel as if time slows, the way he’s talking makes you feel fluttering in your belly, and your cheeks heat up at the intense gaze he has on you.

Without wavering his eyes, he continues, “I love Y/N because she’s so strong, because she challenges me to become a better man so I can take care of her. She doesn’t back down to anyone or anything, which is why she’s so successful at the hospital we’re at, but she’s also really genuine and kind. Being a doctor suits her perfectly.” You’re still gazing at him in surprise, shocked at how well he was acting.

He breaks the gaze to shoot a charming smile to the similarly astonished ladies in front of you. “And also, I think Y/N looks the prettiest when she’s in her scrubs and performing surgeries.”

The ladies squeal some more and for the rest of the dinner, you try and calm your fluttering heartbeat while Jeongguk continues to charm them with funny stories and flattering talk. He pays the check for the table, a hefty sum that you try to pay him back for but he shuts you up with some kisses when you get to his house.

Your mom’s words break you out of the memory. “Y/N, are you listening?”

You blink, “Sorry what were you saying?”

She laughs. “I said, Jeongguk really, really likes you. He wasn’t acting during that dinner. I know. And you like him back, don’t you?”

You sputter, “W-what? Like him back? Pfft, no. He’s just a friend!”

She groans, “Y/N, you stupid child, who do you take after? You’re not in elementary school anymore. A man doesn’t stick by a woman’s side like that at your age unless he likes you or he’s horny.”

“Mom!”

She laughs, “Trust me, I know. Your father wouldn’t leave my side until I told him I’d give him a chance. And it was during that date that I saw another side of him that made me fall head over heels.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Okay, okay mom. I don’t want to hear about you and dad. Anyways, never mind. I don’t know, I just need some time to think about all of this. It’s a lot.”

“I know, honey. But let me just tell you one thing, as your mother. Love isn’t just a fleeting feeling, and sometimes you won’t notice it, because it’s been there all along. Sometimes for others, it’s like a rampant fire, that you can’t ignore. Love at first sight, they call it? But for some, it’s like a soothing wind, that you don’t realize you have and need, until its gone. That was like me and your father, I never saw him that way but then all of a sudden, it was there. He was like a river, always unchanging and in the same place, I just had to find my way to him and realize that I loved him back.”

You nod, the sleep overcoming you along with a headache you knew you’d have to take pills for in the morning. “Yeah, thanks mom.”

“Good night honey, I love you.”

You reply, and hang up. Groaning, you flop on the bed, thoughts running miles per minute through your mind. There was no way Jeongguk had feelings for you, like your mother and Taehyung said. Sighing, you let yourself go to a restless sleep.

The next few days pass in a blur, as you end up spending a lot more time with Taehyung. It’s mostly because you’re bored and Jeongguk ignores your texts and pretends not to see you when you pass eachother in the halls. Even during the staff meetings, he sits next to a pretty nurse who literally almost faints when he grins at her and asks if the seat next to her is open.

You grumpily take your normal spot in the back of the room, and cross your arms, glaring daggers into Jeongguk’s head. It was so weird for him to be acting like this to you, when you did literally nothing wrong. He was the one who showed up to your house drunk off his ass and almost punched Taehyung and now you were the one feeling guilty for no reason!

You hear your name being called and when you turn your head, you see Taheyung walking up the steps with a grin on his face and two coffees in hand. You wave in response and glance around to see other nurses and doctors whispering, asking each other if you two were dating and whatnot, and your eyes settle on Jeongguk.

He’s turned around in his seat, ignoring the chatter of the nurse who’s talking his ear off and getting handsy on his arms, glaring at you, then Taehyung, and then back at you. When you don’t back down from the glare, he huffs and turns back to the nurse, throwing an arm around her chair to scoot her closer. You can literally hear her panties dropping from the back of the room.

Rolling your eyes, you smile at Taehyung who’s dropping into the seat next to you and handing you the coffee. You thank him as the lights dim and the presentation starts. You immediately feel your eyelids dropping as the sweet, but old director begins droning on about something you don’t care about.

But Taehyung stays awake, unlike Jeongguk who’d usually make some jokes bout the director and maybe let you fall asleep on his shoulder. He lets you drop your head onto the table and silently watches the powerpoint, attentive to the information.

Sighing, you become bored out of your mind and take out your phone to see that a notification has already popped up. Jeongguk was texting you.

[From: JJK]: Goody two shoes Tae not keeping you company?

[To: JJK]: shut up, says the one who’s been a dick to me the past two weeks

[from: JJK] says the one who’s been a dick since day one

[To: JJK]: touche

You pause before writing the next one.

[to: JJK] Can we maybe, meet up tonight? I want to talk about what happened

He takes a bit to respond, but does nevertheless.

[from: JJK]: fine, tonight at your place after my shift.

You agree with him and shut your phone as the director’s presentation comes to an end and everyone in the lecture hall is released for lunch. Taehyung walks with you to the cafeteria and grabs a tray for you, while you go to the restroom. When you come back, he’s already seated and has gotten all your food for you.

Thanking him, you sit down, ready to chow down, when you see what’s on your plate. It was basically all greens, fruits, and salads with no dressing. You sigh, “Taehyung, why did you give me food that my food eats?”

He chuckles, “Y/N, you’ve been looking really tired lately so you need to stock up on your veggies more! Here, spinach is really good for that.” He forks some more spinach leaves onto your plate. You smile weakly, shoving a leaf into your mouth. “But I want some pizza, and they even have triple chocolate cake!”

He chuckles at your complains and just shakes his head. “Until you’re feeling better, I think it’s best for you to stick to the healthy stuff!” You groan and fork the rest of the horrible meal into your mouth as you gaze sadly at the other members of the hospital putting big pizza slices and hamburger buns onto their plates.

The rest of your day goes similarly disappointingly, as you get two patients who are absolutely the worst, demanding things from you and refusing to listen to you. You roll your eyes and grit your teeth through the process, helping the nurse escort out the patients whilst fighting the urge to jab the man’s balls in with your fist.

All you want to do is blow off some steam, which you would usually do with Jeongguk in a closet or a VIP room, but you catch him flirting with another nurse and huff as you storm into your office to grab a nap.

And later, you tell Taehyung you want some time alone, and drive home yourself in a long while. You take the familiar street adjacent to yours onto Jeongguk’s driveway, shutting off the engine, and making your way up to his apartment.

You use the spare key you have to open his door, and you see him in the kitchen, preparing something. He looks up at you in shock, “Y/N! What the, you got off early?”

You nod, shutting the door. “I didn’t waste any time after director let me go home early. I really wanted to talk to you.”

You plop down on his counter, across from him. You can see that he’s preparing a homemade steak burger and your mouth waters. “I-I’m not sure what happened, like that day is so fuzzy to me and I’m so confused why we’re fighting but I don’t really wanna fight with you and it’s just been really hard at work and I just need my friend with me and–”

He cuts you off. “Woah woah, relax. One at a time.”

You sigh, “Jeongguk, whatever it was that day, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. You just looked like you were gonna punch the daylights out of Taehyung so I had to intervene and it just escalated from there.”

He sighs, turning his attention back to the steak. “Y/N, that’s not why I was mad.”

You frown, “then why’d you yell at me?”

“You really have no idea?”

You shake your head.

“Y/N, I got mad because I heard everything Taehyung said to you that night. And when I asked you if you were gonna date him or not you said you didn’t know.”

“Wait, why would me not knowing make you mad?”

He shakes his head, reaching over to turn off the stove. “You’re really dense aren’t you?”

You frown even deeper, getting irritated. “Why does everyone keep saying that to me? Just fucking spit it out, I’m so sick of everyone tiptoeing around me. What’s going on?”

He seems to get a bit riled up at your attitude. “Y/N, just open your fucking eyes and see what’s going on. Why else would I get mad at you not being able to decide between me and Taehyung?”

You throw your hands up in the air. “What are you even saying? I never said I was choosing either one of you, it’s whether I decide to date Taehyung or not!”

“You understand that if you date him, this,” he gestures to you and him, “Is no longer happening?”

“Jeongguk, we can still stay friends even if I date him! Is this about the sex?” You huff.

“No, Y/N. It’s not about the fucking sex,” he grits out. He turns around and clenches his fist. “I don’t care about the fucking sex. I care that all I am is just a friend to you.”

You freeze, and you can hear your heart thundering with anger, and the clock ticking in the living room.

“W-what? Jeongguk, what are you saying?”

He turns around to you, fists unclenching and staring you down with a look less intense than before. “Y/N, I like you. No, I love you. Ever since college, ever since you offered to help me in organic chem. That’s why I haven’t dated anyone since.”

You gawk, “J-jeongguk, what the fuck? Why are you telling me this now? It’s been years and I-I thought you were never gonna date again after the breakup you had in med school…?”

He shook his head. “You idiot, that was just an excuse because I was an idiot and couldn’t fess up to my feelings. She dumped me because she noticed that I liked you, and I swore to never date someone again until I got over you.”

He paused, stepping around the counter to come closer to you. “But I never got that chance.”

You’re still sitting on the stool in shock, unable to process the words he was saying. So it was true, what Taehyung said, what your mother said, what Jeongguk had confessed the day he met your mother. You were beyond shocked, but you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach intensify as he stood a couple feet away from you, gazing at you with such longing and sadness.

“Y/N,” He whispered, coming close to you enough that his breath tickled your cheeks. “I love you. L-let’s stop this friends with benefits thing, I-I just want to be yours. I don’t care about the sex or the co-leader thing, l-let’s just be Y/N and Jeongguk, dating, in love. That’s all I want.”

You close your eyes, the tears spilling over now. You sigh, “I-I don’t know Jeongguk, it’s been so long, and Taehyung too…”

At his name, Jeongguk tenses. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

You shake your head, “I really don’t know.”

He growls at your vague answer, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “Do you feel in love when you’re with him? Does he make you feel happier than I do?” He glares hard into your red-rimmed ones, and you rack your mind for an answer. You think to the memories of lounging on the couch shoving junk food into your mouth as you complain about your work day and Jeongguk taking it all in like a champ.

You remember the nights you’d come home crying because there was a board member at the hospital who kept harassing you and using his position as an excuse to outrightly push you around; Jeongguk had ravished you that night, leaving countless hickeys on your neck, and for some reason that director had called in sick for the next two weeks and then was fired a few days later.

You remember what your mom told you nights before, that love was where comfort was, maybe. And you think of Tae, how he’d had all the right reasons but the wrong actions. He’d taken you to a fancy restaurant for your first date, when Jeongguk always knew you preferred all you can eat barbecues. Taehyung tried to feed you healthy things to keep you energized, but Jeongguk always was willing to split a huge french fry with you or go visit that new boba cafe near the hospital. Taehyung never kissed you on the lips, trying to “save it for the real relationship,” he’d told you one time. But Jeongguk knew that you didn’t care for those formalities, that you now considered yourself much too old and jaded and impatient for all the teenager fantasies.

And as you remember, who’d been there for you all these years, you shake your head in response. “No, no he doesn’t.” And as you break out in sobs, Jeongguk cradles your head and leans in, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.

Your hands scrabble for something to hold onto, settling into his t shirt near his sides, as he holds your cheeks in his. His lips move furiously over yours, contrasting the gentle movement of his thumbs swiping the tears away from your cheeks. He moves his tongue with yours, gently stroking your lips and your mouth. You begin to feel the desire running through your veins. Jeongguk always managed to make you feel things you felt for no one else.

He whispers into the kiss, “Just let me love you.”

“Jeongguk,” you manage to whisper between kisses, and he relents, hiking his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you into his arms. “Bedroom,” You mutter, and let him carry you into his room and settle you onto the covers of his bed. He just drops you down and settles his weight over you, elbows near your head and kisses you again, going even slower.

When you moan out of impatience, he moves down your jaw, hungrily biting at the skin before nuzzling behind your ear, breaking out another series of breathless whispers of his name. He works slowly this time, unlike all the quickies you both had in the hospital, and slowly kisses his way down your body, unbuttoning your blouse with snail like movements.

You sigh and fist your hands into the sheets as he lingers on your chest, gently cupping your breasts and running this thumbs over the sensitive nipples. He lowers his mouth, tongue laving over the collarbones and valley between your breasts before moving aside and rolling the nipple around in his mouth. As you moan and encourage him to go on, he moves down to kiss the sensitive underside of your breast before working on the other one, as your hands come down to fist in his hair.

When you tug, trying to get him to go faster, he groans and moves lover, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton and grinning when you let out a giggle at the tickling feeling. His large hands are splayed over your waist, holding you down as his fingers work to slide the jeans slowly off your legs. Getting up on his knees, he looks down at your naked figure for a second, mouth hanging open at the way you look up at him in between your legs, your chest covered in his kisses, mouth swollen, and pupils blown wide from lust. You’re panting but unable to say anything as he stares at you to the point where you turn red and make a move to cover yourself from his hot stare.

But he murmurs, “No, don’t hide it. I just realize…I’ve never told you how beautiful you are. How much I love your body, how wet you get for me, how you say my name,” he grabs your leg and puts it on his shoulder, turning his head to run his lips over the bone of your ankle and down the curve of your calf.

“How your skin is so soft…” He moves his tongue down your inner thigh, and his hands move to spread your legs for him, leaning down to lay on the bed to become eye-level with your core. “How you smell like heaven,” he nuzzles his face on your thighs, and when you moan, he kisses the juncture between your core and your hip.

“Jeongguk, please, hurry.” You push him, but he just holds your hips down and does the same on your other leg.

He finally drops down to his stomach and hikes both your thighs over his shoulders, and his hands come up to cradle your hips, “And fuck, how you taste so good.”

With that he finally lowers his warm mouth on your core, tongue coming up to swipe at your slit before fully covering it and sucking hard. You let out a shout that dissolves into a breathless moan of his name and your fingers thread through his locks while the other hand fists on the pillow underneath your head.

He rolls your clit on his tongue, lapping up all of your wetness and moving his muscle up and down your slit. When you tug harder on his head he moans into you, the vibrations making you cringe away from the surge of pleasure that rushes through your body. When your hips move away from his mouth, he tugs you down harder against him, and your hands scrabble for something to grab onto. He moves his hands up to grab yours, fingers interlacing with yours as he locks eyes with you from below.

You almost come right there and then, when you lock eyes with him between your legs, as he moans into your core and continues to run his tongue over your skin. You croak out, “Jeongguk, ‘m gonna come,” and gasp. But he doesn’t let go and just growls out, “hold it, Y/N,” giving you a hard look from between your legs.

You drop your head back onto the pillow, moaning hoarsely and trying hard to focus on not coming too soon, thighs clenching around his head, and your fingers digging into his hands. You chant, “Please please please, Jeongguk, please let m’ come, oh my go-, please,” you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel yourself drawing nearer and nearer to the edge.

Finally, when it seems like you can’t hold it anymore, he gives a hard lick to your center before groaning, “Come Y/N.” And you let out a shout as a incredibly hard orgasm rushes through your veins. Your mind goes blank as all you can focus on is the feeling of Jeongguk’s hot mouth on your core, and the grip he has on your hands. Your moan cuts off into silence as you come so intensely you don’t let out a sound until you’re cringing and whimpering from the oversensitivity from his ministrations.

He gives you one last swipe and moves his kisses to your hipbone, caressing your skin as you calm down and works his way up your body again, caging you in with elbows on your sides.

You’re spent, and you hold his arms for support as you tiredly look up at him. He’s so beautiful that you just lay there in awe at him. Your eyes rake over his features, the huge eyes that crinkle at your disheveled state, the beautiful mouth that always either made you moan or laugh, the nose that he wasn’t too fond of but you deemed incredibly cute, and the jawline that you’d kissed countless times.

But this time, as you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down for a desperate kiss, it’s different. The kiss isn’t rushed, not a clash of teeth and tongue, but just a simple and gentle caress of your lips against his. His hand comes to cradle your head while another gently rubs the dip in your waist. He lowers his weight onto you, and you welcome the warm heaviness with a sigh, until you notice the hard bulge pressing against your thigh.

You wordlessly kiss him harder, hands unwrapping from him to wander over his broad chest and then run your fingers over his abs. His breath hitches when you wander too close to his crotch, and using the moment where he’s caught off guard, you flip him over and settle your hips over his, grinding down onto his jeans.

He moans and you slip your hands underneath his shirt and move it off of him, and you lean down to kiss him, tongue running over his mouth and wrestling with his. You move and kiss down his neck, biting gently down on the juncture that makes him moan, and then scrap your nails down his chest as you kiss down his torso. When you get to the hem of his pants, he grabs your wrist gently.

“No,” he murmurs, “this is about you tonight,” and he quickly removes his own pants before sitting up and guiding you over his length. It’s red and incredibly hard, and you resist the urge to lean down and wrap your lips around it. You instead circle your arms around his shoulders, as he holds your waist and guides you onto his cock.

Once you sink down on him, you both let out a simultaneous moan. He lets you get used to him first before lifting your waist and letting you drop slowly down on his length. At the euphorious feeling, you sigh and begin to rock your hips back and forth, panting into his shoulder as you press your chest against his, your soft nipples rubbing against his harder chest.

He groans as you squeeze your muscles around him, gripping your waist even tighter and stopping you from moving. Through gritted teeth, he murmurs, “Don’t do that or I’m gonna cum too soon.” You nod and relax around him, letting him move again at his pace.

You lean back and stare into his eyes, and his fucked out face makes you even wetter. He’s looking up at you sitting in his lap, his pupils blown at the sight of you, and his mouth panting and moaning as his lids are heavy and the sides of his hair are stuck to his head with sweat. His neck is covered in little red marks because of your bites and his eyes are trained on you and only you. His hands come up to cradle your cheeks, and he leans in to cover your mouth with his, lips gently sliding over yours and swallowing your moans.

He whispers against your lips, “I love you so much, so fucking much,” over and over as he turns you and switches your positions so that he is crouching over you and your legs are still wrapped around his waist. Grabbing your hands and interlocking them over your head, he rolls his hips against your, ripping moans from you as he takes it slow and works on his downstroke to rub against your spot that makes you arch your torso up into him.

He hovers his face centimeters from yours and stares deep into your eyes and you see yourself in his irises, and you find yourself remembering how Jeongguk had been there for you since the beginning, how he was like the home, the river that was always there where you left him, always waiting and always willing to bring you into his arms when you needed him. It had been years, since you guys had started the benefits between you, and you remembered how he’d been patient with you through everything and often muttered sweet things into your ear as you came. But now you knew it was real, that he truly did feel those things with you and meant every single thing.

And with that realization, you feel the emotions and the pleasure surge up in you all at once, combined with Jeongguk’s calculated thrusts and his unwavering gaze on your face, you’re hurtling towards the edge again a lot faster than you’d expected. You clutch his hands tighter and lips fall open in a gasp and you let out a mix of a moan and an, “Oh my god Jeongguk I-I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much—” as you orgasm around him.

He lets out a loud moan at the sudden tightness, not expecting your confession or your orgasm at all and follows soon after, never looking away from you as he comes. He rides out both of your highs before settling his weight on top of you and panting into your chest.

He laughs, the shaking making you wince at the oversensitivity and he quickly apologizes before sliding out of you and padding over to the restroom to grab a towel to clean you up. You lie there, exhausted as you revel in the aftermath of what had just happened.

He comes back, with his boxers now on his hips and cleans up you gently before settling next to you and cradling you into him. He kisses your forehead and hugs you tight, “So does this mean you’re finally gonna date me?”

You giggle into his chest, unable to actually respond. You just shyly nod into his chest and let him chuckle against you and hold your body closer. “I love you so fucking much Y/N.”

Taehyung chuckles, sipping his coffee. He fidgets with the cup as he mulls over your words.

You cut in before he can respond, “Taehyung, you’re an awesome guy and I really really did think that it could work but I want to choose something for myself, for once. And I know that this decision is going to make me happy.”

He smiles up at you, with a sad look in his eyes. “I’m glad you chose what made you happy. That’s all I want for you.” Smiling, you reach over and pat the arm thats resting on the table. “Thank you Taehyung, I really think you’re a great person to know.”

He smiles. “Yeah yeah, I won’t make it awkward for you. Just treat me how you used to before all this happened. But,” he reminds you as he stands up, “if he ever hurts you, know that I’ll beat him up and I’ll be waiting. I’m gonna work out so I can actually take him in a fight.”

You giggle and stand up with him, and bid him goodbye as you walk over the car where Jeongguk is waiting. As he closes the door after you and gets into the drivers seat, you watch him drive carefully down the familiar street towards home.

And as he laces his fingers in between yours, you smile and watch him, seeing the future and so much more with him.

“Are you ready for dinner?”

“Yeah, where at?”

“Guess,” he grins at you.

“Korean barbecue?” You grin.

“Exactly. Ready to get shit faced?”

“Always.”

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