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Perfect Copy
summary: Hyunjin brings home a clone of himself, one to take over his daily life at work and home when he's gone for the tour. Everything seems to be great....that is until it's not.
pairing: idol!Hyunjin x fab!reader x clone!Hyunjin
genre: established relationship, sci fi au, angst, fluff, smut-18+ MDNI
word count: 9k
warnings: fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't), creampie, squirting, multiple rounds and other things I donât want to spoil!
notes: this fic is one of my favorites that i wrote! I'm thinking of making it an anthology series with three chapters per se. Let me know if you'd like to see it as so! And as always let me know what you think of this fic!
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You were pacing the floor of your room, your hands behind your back as your mind raced. The phrase âwhat should I do,â repeated over and over, so much so it was all you could hear.
The house was empty, the silence loud and clear as your feet touched the padded floor. The sun was shining through your window, the sound of a dog barking in the distance and children playing at the park across the street. The atmosphere outside was completely different from the one inside.
Not too long ago, you got off the phone with Hyunjin, your boyfriend, after he shared some disturbing information that would change the dynamic of the household foreverâŠor at least the foreseeable future. He was bringing his clone home to join the household at the companyâs request.
You were too stunned to speak as he explained each band member was required to have one, the company going as far as to add an addendum into their contracts stating so.
When you asked why, Hyunjin just explained that the clone would be here when heâs gone on tour, ready to continue operations at the company as scheduled, saving time and money for the company.
What could you do?
The decision was already made and Hyunjin and his clone were on their way here, to the home you both shared.
Itâs not like youâve never heard of an idol having a clone to help out with their career, matter of fact it was more common than people thought. The appeal was there, as a clone would be able to attend events and carry on with the idolâs daily life as if it were nothing, allowing the idol to simultaneously complete other tasks that were needed of them.
The world had mixed reactions about the idea, some in favor of the thought, allowing idols to not be overworked, while others found the idea not so appealing. You yourself was somewhere in the middle, understanding why an idol would want the extra help as you were dating one yourself but also found the idea of a clone of Hyunjin walking around eerie.
You continued to pace the floor, back and forth, back and forth, until you heard the door open and close. You could hear Hyunjin speaking with someone, his voice carrying through the small apartment.
Taking a breath, you braced yourself and walked into the hallway, coming face to face with Hyunjin and wellâŠHyunjin.
âHey babe!â Hyunjin said, coming up to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You shuffled behind Hyunjin a little as he turned to face his clone. âWell here he is! Or I guess here I am?â He said with a chuckle.
The clone raised his hand as if to say hi before placing it at his side again, his eyes fixed right on you. You lowered your gaze not sure where to look as he continued to stare at you.
âWell letâs all go sit down and chat,â Hyunjin said, breaking the awkward silence that briefly filled the room.
You followed him to the couch, sitting down next to him as his clone took the seat opposite both of you. The clone sat up straight in his seat, his hands placed delicately in his lap as he waited for Hyunjin to speak.
You took a moment to take the new member of the household in, observing his looks to see if he resembles Hyunjin at all and you must admit, he could pass off as your boyfriend. His hair was long and brown, sitting perfectly at his shoulders, his eyes a beautiful chocolate brown. He even had the little freckle underneath his left eye, the pretty beauty mark very much present and distinctive.
The only difference was his unblemished skin, new and perfect just like a brand new baby. His movements were stiff and uncertain, as if they hadnât been used in a while, which they probably hadnât.
Hyunjinâs clone looked around, his eyes drifting across the living room, taking in his new surroundings. You were so caught up in observing the clone that you were startled as Hyunjin clapped his hands next to you.
âWell welcome me! Thats weird to say,â Hyunjin chuckled as he slapped his thigh.
You and the clone just stared at him, unsure of what to say or do.
Hyunjin coughed before settling back in his seat, feeling the awkward tension in the room.
âOkayâŠtough crowd. My clone will be living here from now on. Heâll be in and out of the house to go to the company and fill in for me while Iâm gone, and heâll be here for you if you need anything.â
Hyunjinâs clone then smiled, his dimples showing just like on your Hyunjin. His smile, his mannerisms was so much like your boyfriendâs it was unnerving. It was becoming too much for you.
âIâm sorry, I need a moment,â you mumbled as you got up, retreating to the safety of your bedroom.
You went and sat on the bed, your head down in your hands as Hyunjin walked in.
âBaby?â Hyunjin asked as he came to kneel in front of you. He gently began rubbing your legs attempting to soothe you.
You looked up and say the concern in your boyfriendâs face. Softening your features you said, âIâm justâŠ.overwhelmed. Heâs just like you, itâs eerie.â
Hyunjin nodded agreeing with you. It was eerie, heâs not going to lie. It was a weird feeling seeing himself standing there. He needed you to be okay though and comfortable with the clone while heâs away.
âItâs okay, I just have to get used to him being here is all,â you continued attempting to smile.
âOkay baby, youâll tell me if you change your mind?â Hyunjin asked as he held your gaze.
You shook your head yes and placed your hands on top of his. Hyunjin smiled and got up, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. You sighed as his plush lips melted with yours, as he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.
All too soon, Hyunjin pulled back and grinned. âLetâs go back yeah?â
You nodded and stood up, reaching out to take Hyunjinâs hand in yours. He interlaced his fingers with yours, the softness and warm feeling causing you to feel at ease and led the way back to the living room. The clone was sitting in the same spot still, his head turning toward you both as you entered the room. His eyes drifted to your intertwined hands for a moment before looking back up, his cheeks reddening.
Hyunjin dropped your hand and sat down, turning the tv on in the process. You didnât know what to do as you rocked back and forth on your feet, your eyes darting anywhere but on Hyunjinâs clone.
âIâll justâŠgo to the kitchen,â you mumbled as you turned on your heels, making your way to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, you looked around wondering what to do next. You took a look at the clock and noticed it was almost dinner time. 'Might as well cook dinner,â you thought as you grabbed the ingredients you needed to make lasagna.
You could hear the voices from the tv and Hyunjin and his clone discussing something, but the sound of pots and pans clanging together overpowered them both. It was easy to fall into the safe and familiar routine of making the sauce, placing the noodles down followed by more sauce and cheese.
Carefully, you created a dish worth devouring, smiling as you added the finishing touches before sliding it into the oven. You then went about chopping up lettuce and other veggies, deciding to make a salad for the side.
You were tossing the vegetables together when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. With a yelp, you dropped the tongs you were holding before spinning around to see who it was.
âEasy baby!â Hyunjin said as he held you close, a mixture of concern and pure amusement on his face.
âYou scared me!â You exclaimed as you clutched your chest with one hand and lightly slapped his arm with the other.
âIâm sorry,â he pouted, giving you the sweetest puppy dog eyes. âKiss?â
You sighed and smiled while pressing your lips to his. Hyunjin pulled you closer, his hands drifting down your sides to rest on your ass. He deepened the kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth to tangle with yours. You let out a moan deep within your throat as he rutted his semi-hardened bulge into your core, his length pressed against you nicely, as a little reminder of what you do to him.
Hyunjin then nipped at your lips and leaned back and gazed at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
âWeâll finish this later mm?â Hyunjin said before turning around and walking away.
You stood there stunned, your mind trying to catch up to what you were doing before. The smell of something burning caught your attention and you quickly grabbed an oven mitt to pull the lasagna out to cool. You hurried to set the table, placing the food in the center and called the boys to come eat.
Dinner was a strange affair as you were sitting across from the clone. You stole hurried glances at him while he scarfed down his food, not caring if it was hot enough to burn his tongue. Once he cleaned his plate, he sat back and smiled, seeming completely satiated.
âThat was amazing y/n,â the clone said, pushing his plate away.
âUhh, thanks,â you murmured as you pushed your food around, as you were starting to feel full.
âSheâs a great cook huh?â Hyunjin bragged with a cocky grin. âThatâs my girl.â
You chuckled and playfully hit Hyunjin on the shoulder, rolling your eyes as he dramatically clutched his arm. As you were teasing him for his theatrics, you missed how the clone eyed you, watching your every move and how you interacted with the real Hyunjin.
âOh!â Hyunjin exclaimed, recovering from the show he was putting on, âWhat do we call you while Iâm here? Might be a little confusing if we just say Hyunjin.â
All three of you were silent for a moment as you racked your brains for a nickname to call the clone to avoid confusion within the house. After a moment more, an idea popped into your head.
âWhat about Jinnie?â You suggested, looking from the clone to Hyunjin.
The clone looked at you for a moment as if he was pondering your choice, his facial expression unreadable. Hyunjin was silent as he waited for the cloneâs response.
âI love it!â The clone responded, a wide grin spreading on his perfect face.
âPerfect! Weâll call you Jinnie then,â Hyunjin said while grasping your hand in his to give it a squeeze.
The rest of the evening passed without event, all three of you spending it in front of the tv, watching a movie that Hyunjin had heard was really good from Felix. As the movie went on, you began to feel tired, your eyes drooping and body feeling heavy as you leaned onto Hyunjin. You closed your eyes briefly, telling yourself youâd just take a little cat nap while the ending played on the screen.
However, you were jolted awake by Hyunjin, who was gently shaking your shoulder and calling your name. You quickly sat up, shocked you had actually fallen asleep.
âLetâs go sleepy head,â Hyunjin teased as he pulled you up from the couch. âI already showed Jinnie his room.â
You nodded and followed your boyfriend, slipping into your shared bedroom to get ready for bed. As you got ready for bed, going through the motions of getting into your sleep shirt, brushing your teeth and doing your skin care, Hyunjin prepped the bed pushing your stuffies aside and making sure all of your blankets were at the ready.
Hyunjin slid into bed, patting the space next to him. You giggled and padded over, snuggling under the blankets with your boyfriend. He pulled you close and pressed sloppy kisses to your face, causing you to giggle.
The kisses increased until his lips slotted with yours, soft and sweet, until he pressed his hard on into your thigh and bit your lip between his teeth.
âNeed you love,â he whispered in between kisses.
His hands slide down your side, tracing the curves of your hips until he cupped your sex. You let out a soft moan as he slid a finger through your panties, pushing it between your folds soaking the fabric.
âLet me hear you love,â he cooed as he stared at your face, taking in how he was making you feel.
Hyunjin slid your panties to the side and pressed his finger directly against your clit before swirling fast but precise circles against the puffy bud. You whimpered against his lips as shocks of pleasure traveled through your core, your hips moving in time with his movements.
âThatâs it love, eyes on me,â he said as his fingers sneaked down to your hole and sliding in within your warmth.
He curled his fingers up and rubbed the little gummy spot that makes your toes curl, your fingers digging into his biceps as he fucked you. You kept your eyes on his, feeling your high build up within you with each passing second.
Hyunjin could tell you were going to come, as he fucked you with his fingers, the palm of his hand giving your clit extra stimulation. His cock twitched within his sweats as you panted and moaned, whimpering his name over and over.
âHyunjin, fuck! Gonna come!â You squealed as you felt the muscles tighten in your core before letting go, the walls contracting around his fingers as you let out a moan.
âYes, thatâs it love. Such a good girl coming on my fingers,â Hyunjin praised, smirking at the squeal you let out.
He withdrew his fingers and hurriedly pushed his sweats down, his cock finally free and dripping with precum. Hyunjin bunched your shirt up, exposing your lower half to him and spread your legs wider so he could fit more easily between them.
You watched him with a hooded gaze as he lazily stroked his cock, spreading the precum around his length.
âReady for my cock love?â Hyunjin asked as he teased your clit with his tip, waiting for your response.
âGive me your cock baby,â you begged.
âFuck!â Hyunjin groaned as he pushed in, his cock sliding in with ease with how wet you were.
He immediately set a fast pace, focused on getting you both to your highs. He was a sight to see above you, his eyes set in a fucked out expression as he bit his plush lips over and over. Beads of sweat pooled on his temple, the droplets making their way onto your belly as they fell away.
You let out a loud moan, so loud that youâre sure Jinnie heard in the guest room. You couldnât bring yourself to care however, as you focused on how your lovers cock felt deep within you, fucking you just how you like it, until your orgasm built once more, threatening to spill over at any moment. -- -- Jinnie was on his way back to his room after washing up when he heard your moans, high pitched and shrill and mixed with deeper, lower ones. He stopped in front of the door to your bedroom which was slightly cracked allowing him to hear and see the activities that were occurring more easily.
He should walk away and ignore you both, but how could he when you sounded so sweet. Jinnie felt his cock swell in his pants, the tent becoming very noticeable. Ignoring the discomfort he felt down below, he focused his eye on the crack of the door and watched. Watched as his double fucked you within an inch of your life. Listened as you moaned and screamed Hyunjinâs nameâŠhis name.
He could see your face, how your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your tongue lolling out as you withered around in pleasure. He could see your toes curl as your legs wrapped around Hyunjinâs waist pulling him closer and deeper. He could hear your wet pussy, the squelches it made as Hyunjinâs cock speared you open.
Jinnie was in awe of you. He found himself wanting to be the one fucking you, causing you to orgasm over and over underneath him. He wanted to be the one to hold you tight at night as you slumbered. He wanted to be the one that loves you.
As you came with a loud yell, he decided he would have you, so you could call him yours and vice versa.
As the weeks passed, all three of you settled into your new routines. Hyunjin and Jinnie would go off to the studio, their schedules busy with rehearsals and recordings for the new album and tour. You stayed home most days, working on your sketches for the fashion show that was coming up as you were a fashion designer. Occasionally you would go into the office for meetings.
The boys usually got home exhausted but energetic, yapping about their day nonstop. You watched in amazement as both of them animatedly reenacted some scene Minho and Jisung had recreated. You couldnât help but think that they were so similar, the way their brains processed what to say or do next, to the way they moved, almost as if they were in sync.
âAnd scene!â Hyunjin shouted as he took a bow while Jinnie clapped in delight.
âI have no clue what just happened,â you teased, shaking your head in disbelief.
âWhat?!â Hyunjin whined, a pout forming on his face.
âWe were reenacting the scene from that new action movie that just came out. Minho and Jisung were adamant that we learn the moves and lines,â Jinnie explained with an apologetic look on his face.
âAh makes sense,â you chuckled.
Hyunjin collapsed on the floor and grabbed his water bottle to take a swig. You sat next to Jinnie, feeling slightly more comfortable with him, but still a little on edge. Hyunjin would be leaving soon to embark on the groupâs five month long tour, leaving you here with Jinnie. Anytime he mentioned how close the date was, you would freak out, voicing your concerns at being alone with practically a stranger.
However, Hyunjin would dismiss your concerns saying Jinnie isnât a stranger, itâs basically him. Heâd always reassure you that if he didnât need the clone, he would not have it. Simple as that. But the company wanted the members to use the clones so they can progress in their careers, so there was nothing he could really do.
You understood, knowing his hands were tied, so you put up with Jinnie and tried to get not let his similarities to Hyunjin get to you.
âShould we have one last game night before I have to leave?â Hyunjin suggested. âWe can order take out and everything.â
You and Jinnie both agreed and began picking out a game while Hyunjin ordered the food. It wasnât long before you three were settled on the floor, board game set up with food all around you. The night passed with friendly banter, making you feel even more at ease with the clone.
âDonât forget my favorite sweatshirts!â Hyunjin called out to you from the bathroom as you rummaged through the drawers.
You were helping Hyunjin pack as he was leaving for the tour the next day. You spotted the sweatshirts he mentioned and groaned, realizing that his favorite sweatshirts were also your favorites and that you wouldnât have anything to wear for comfort while he was gone.
âCan you leave one here with me please? I need to have something of yours while youâre gone.â
Hyunjin poked his head from the bathroom. âI suppose. Pick whichever one you want.â
You smiled and began to shift through the fabric, deciding on his black hoodie. You gathered the others and carefully folded them before placing them in his suitcase. You gathered his shirts, pants, socks, and boxers, ensuring he had everything he would need while gone. Satisfied with your work you announced to your boyfriend that you were done packing.
Hyunjin came out of the bathroom, carrying his toiletries with a smile. âThanks love.â
âOf course, anything for my lover,â you cooed. âYou have everything you need.â
âEverything?â Hyunjin asked as he set down his bag in the suitcase.
You cocked your head at him, wandering what he was talking about. You slowly backed away as he stalked toward you, a smirk on his face. As your back hit the wall, Hyunjin approached you.
âI wonât have you,â he murmured as he cupped your chin.
You held your breath as he gently pressed his lips to yours, savoring the slow moment. You were going to miss this, miss him. As you clutched onto his shirt, Hyunjin deepened the kiss as he pressed his body closer to yours until there was barely any space left between you two.
You let out a whimper as he disconnected from you, his eyes on your swollen, red lips.
âCan I have my girl tonight?â He softly said, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.
You nodded your head as you gazed into his eyes, your pussy clenching over nothing at the implications of his words. Hyunjin smiled and then guided you to the bed. He helped you get comfortable before peeling off your clothes, layer by layer until you lay bare for him.
Parting your legs, Hyunjin settled between them, his eyes on your wet pussy. âLet me take care of you baby,â Hyunjin cooed as he leaned down to get comfortable.
He licked up your folds collecting your slick that was there coating your skin. You let out a low moan as he repeated the action again and again until he dived in, his lips wrapping around your clit in earnest. He began to suck gently, rolling your bundle of nerves on his tongue every now and then, causing you to mewl out.
You gripped his hair, holding him to your pussy as he ate you out, his tongue lapping at clit before pushing into your hole to lick at your walls. You couldnât help but buck your hips into his mouth as he moaned, the vibrations traveling into your core. You watched your lover as he licked and sucked before leaning back, resting his head on your thigh as he placed lazy kisses on the flesh.
Minutes turned to hours as he edged you, playing with your pussy just the way he likes until you were whimpering and begging for him to let you cum. As he looked up at you during a break, he gently stroked your outer thigh, gazing at you with love in his eyes.
âMy sweet girl ready to cum?â He asked, his eyebrows raising as he waited for your answer.
âYes, yes, please let me cum,â you whined.
Hyunjin smirked before turning back to your pussy, eyeing the flesh. You were soaked, your slick coating every inch of your pussy, your thighs, and the sheets below. He parted your folds carefully, exposing your engorged clit. God he loved when he had you like this, needy and begging, your pussy waiting to be devoured so you could come on his face.
He wasted no time wrapping his mouth around your clit, this time sucking hard and fast. You were a mess as pleasure spread throughout your core. Hyunjin searched for your hands and once he found them he interlaced his fingers with yours as he continued to suckle your clit.
You squeezed his hands as you rocked your hips, riding his face as your high built up within. You whispered a litany of Hyunjinâs name, pleading for him not to stop with Hyunjin humming at your demands, as he pressed his face further into your folds.
With a particular suck and roll of your clit against his tongue, your orgasm hit hard and you let out a loud moan as Hyunjin continued to suck to help you ride out your high. Once satisfied, he leaned back and licked his lips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste. He took you in as you breathed heavy and laid in the mess you made, completely fucked out.
You were in and out of sleep as Hyunjin carefully cleaned you up before he cuddled next to you holding you tight in his arms. You felt at ease as you snuggled in closer to him, listening to the sound of his heart beat. And as you drifted off to sleep, you dreamed that he didnât have to go on his tour, that he would stay here with you. But of course, that was only a dream which this time would not come true.
âHave a safe flight baby,â you said with tears in your eyes as you straightened out Hyunjinâs scarf.
The day of the members departure was here. Most of the boys were already outside gathering their luggage, but Hyunjin stayed behind in the van to say goodbye to you.
âAww donât cry love. Iâll be back before you know it! And weâll talk on the phone every night.â Hyunjin said as he wiped your tears away.
âYou better,â you mumbled with a pout on your face causing Hyunjin to chuckle.
âNow give me a kiss!â Hyunjin demanded.
He pulled you close and slotted his lips with yours, pressing sweet kisses again and again. You clutched onto his sweatshirt, holding tight as he deepened the kiss, a small moan leaving his lips as his tongue tangled with yours. You both were lost in each other, neither wanting to let go, but time had other plans. There was a sharp rap on the window which startled you both causing you to jump away from each other.
âWell I guess I should go,â Hyunjin murmured as he ran his hand through his hair.
âYeah,â you said, your voice laced with sadness.
Hyunjin gathered his bags and opened the door to climb out to a sea of fans and flashing lights. He spared you one more glance, giving you a small smile before stepping next to the others. You watched him as the van drove away, away from your lover.
You werenât sure what to expect over the next five months, but you hoped it would go by quickly.
When you arrived home, you walked into an empty house as Jinnie was back at the building recording songs for the next album. You took the opportunity to get some work done yourself. You grabbed your sketchbook and some snacks and made yourself cozy on the couch. You began to sketch, finishing up some designs on some dresses.
Time passed as you worked, you getting lost in the vision that was being translated on paper that you didnât hear the door open as Jinnie came home. He was so quiet that you were startled when he sat next to you to peer over your shoulder.
âWhatcha doing?â Jinnie asked, curiosity in his eyes.
âOh my god!â You screeched as you clutched at your chest. âYou scared me!â
Jinnieâs face changed from curiosity to something sadder, his eyes downcast as he fumbled with his fingers. He didnât mean to scare you, he just wanted to see what you were working on, wanting to be there for you since Hyunjin was gone.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to,â Jinnie said, giving you puppy dog eyes as if he was begging for attention.
You regarded the man next to you. He was dressed in grey sweats and a white t-shirt with his hair in a half up, half down hairstyleâŠjust how Hyunjin was dressed for his travels. Did Jinnie dress like Hyunjin on purpose? Youâre not sure but it was weird.
âItâs okay,â you said as you closed your sketchbook. You were definitely not getting anymore work done tonight.
You both sat in silence, unsure of what to say or doâŠthat is until your stomach growled. Jinnie perked up, a grin on his face.
âWanna order take out?â He inquired, cocking his head to the side.
âUm, sure,â you murmured. âWhile you order Iâm going to go take a shower.â
Jinnie nodded and pulled out his phone, pulling up the delivery app to browse options.
You began to walk to your bedroom before remembering that he doesnât know what to order you. Turning around you said, âOh you can order meâŠâ
But you were cut off, Jinnie picking up his head to look at you. âI know what you like.â
You stared at him, unsure of what to say. He knew what you liked? How was that possible? Hyunjin always did the ordering. Did Hyunjin discuss with Jinnie your likes and dislikes? You looked up to see Jinnie staring at you, with a look on his face you couldnât quite place. It was slightly unsettling as he didnât blink, but sat frozen with his eyes trained on you.
âOhâŠokay then,â you said before booking it to your bedroom.
Once on the other side of the door, you let out a breath of relief. That was a little weird you must admit and the way he stared at you, like he knew something you didnât. As your heart rate settled, you padded across the room, gathering the things you needed for your shower.
You turned the water on and stripped your clothes off before getting under the warm stream of water. You emptied your mind, the thoughts of what just occurred leaving your mind and draining with the water that ran down your body. Once your mind was clear, you were able to fully enjoy your shower, the scent of your honey and green tea body wash relaxing you.
You stayed under the stream until the water ran cold. You quickly got out wanting to put on something warm, plus your stomach was rumbling so loud youâre sure the neighbors could hear it. You put on your favorite pjs and passed Hyunjinâs sweatshirt over your head, taking in his scent.
Satisfied and refreshed, you returned to the living room to the smell of comfort food. You walked a little faster, ready to dig into whatever Jinnie ordered. As you entered, Jinnie looked up with a smile and gestured for you to sit next to him.
âHere you go, all plated up and ready for you to eat!â He exclaimed as he set down a plate of food.
You were taken aback, not used to having your plate made, but accepted it nonetheless. As you scooped the first bite of Mac and cheese into your mouth, you let out a moan, savoring the cheese on your tastebuds. This was just what you needed after a day like today.
You both ate in silence, watching the show that Jinnie picked before you came in. He doted on you every second of dinner, making sure you had enough food and drink. If you needed something, he got it for you, not wanting you to get up. Things were okay until he reached out to wipe a string of cheese off your chin, his gaze on you.
It felt oddly intimate, the man who looked just like your boyfriend cleaning your face. You were conflicted, not sure if you should accept the help or push him away. However, before you could decide, he pulled back before sticking the finger he just cleaned your face with in his mouth. You stared in shock as he sucked on the digit, licking the food residue clean.
As he removed his finger with a pop, he chuckled and turned to look back at the tv like nothing happened. You were still frozen in place, your mind trying to catch up to what Jinnie just did. Maybe it was time to retire for the night, before anything else occured.
You thanked Jinnie for the food and excused yourself to lock yourself in your bedroom. Is this what things would be like with Hyunjin gone? You were a mix of emotions, the feeling of confusion, fear, and a little excitement stirring deep within. You began to get ready for bed, wanting to be within the safety and comfort of your blankets. â â Jinnie wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you. He knew you would be sad that Hyunjin was gone but he found that an obstacle he could easily remedy. After all he was here. He is Hyunjin, whether you realized it or not. He has Hyunjinâs looks, his mannerisms, characteristics, he is the perfect copy of the man you called your boyfriend.
He began to clean up the mess from dinner, a smile on his face at how it went. He could tell you were impressed as he made sure you had everything you needed. Even though it was only the first day, things were going smoothly, and if he had anything to say about it, he would continue to make sure it remained so.
As the weeks passed, you became used to Jinnie, how he took care of you, gave you company after he was done with work. You werenât lonely, which you were thankful for. You finished your sketches for work and had delivered them to the team, the next phase of the project fully underway. You spoke with Hyunjin every night, discussing your day and listening to him talk about his performances.
You missed him dearly, expressing so on the phone every night. Your heart swelled as you listened to Hyunjin profess his love to you, promising to come back very soon. Listening to his voice calmed you, making you feel more at ease with the time remaining that he would be gone. Every time Hyunjin ended the call, heâd always remind you to let Jinnie care for you in any way you needed, making you promise that youâd do so.
After speaking with Hyunjin one night, you laid in bed wide awake, your mind on your boyfriend instead of sleep. You needed him, wanted to feel him, touch him as itâs been so long. With a sigh, you began to drift your hands over your body, lightly brushing them over your breasts, circling your nipples causing you to become wet.
You slowly drifted your hands down, slipping it within your panties to touch your aching core. You began to circle your clit, letting out a mewl at the pleasure that your fingers brought you. Your mind drifted to Hyunjin, thinking of how he would touch you, soft and gentle at first before speeding up, bringing you to your high and savoring the little sounds you made as you let go.
Your eyes were closed as you continued to pleasure yourself, your orgasm steadily building at the thought of your lover. Your moans increased in pitch with each passing minute to the point you didnât hear the door crack open and Jinnie step in.
You rocked your hips against your fingers, moaned Hyunjinâs name like a prayer, your eyes opening briefly just to see Jinnie standing at the door staring at you, a bulge clearly visible in the sweatpants he was wearing. You let out a gasp and removed your fingers from your panties before sitting up.
âWhat are you doing here?!â You shrieked, pulling your blankets up your legs to cover yourself.
Jinnie continued to look at you with lust in his eyes. He heard you from his room, your sweet moans as you called out his name as you pleasured yourself. He tried to ignore it, but you just sounded too sweet.
âLet me make you feel good,â Jinnie said as he slowly walked toward you. âYou need me baby, so let me. Will you?â
Shit, he must have heard you through the walls. You continued to eye him as he stalked towards you, a pleading look on his face. You were still wet, your panties sticking to your skin, a constant reminder to what you were doing before you were interrupted. You were sad at how you werenât able to orgasm, the need still pooling in your core.
Your mind was so hazy, drunk with lust and filled with need that you wanted to believe Jinnie was Hyunjin. You remembered how you craved Hyunjinâs touch, wanting to fall apart at the mercy of his fingers. Looking at the man in front of you, you thought fuck it and leaned back on your pillow and removed your blankets from your lower half, exposing your soaked core to him.
Jinnie licked his lips, his eyes trained on your covered pussy, your folds clearly visible through your panties. He quickly scrambled onto the bed, laying on his stomach to come face to face with your core.
You watched as he looked you in the eyes before pressing a soft kiss to your covered clit over and over leaving you breathless at the teasing sensation. Jinnie was in no rush as he pressed kisses down your left thigh, then your right before once more pressing a kiss to your clit.
By this point, you were begging, pleading for him to touch you so you could cum, the pleasure so overwhelming from his actions that you felt sparks shoot down your thighs and little flutters in your belly.
Jinnie chuckled as he pushed your panties to the side, finally coming face to face with your sopping folds. You let out a loud moan as he licked up your slit before taking your clit in his mouth and began to suckle the bud. Your fingers tangled in his hair, guiding his head as plunged his tongue into your hole. With each groan he let out, your arousal gushed out, coating his face as he licked up every drop, not wanting to waste your sweet slick.
You were close, the feeling of the band coiling tighter and tighter within you. You gripped Jinnieâs hair tighter, spreading your legs wider so he could continue without hindrance.
âLemme come, please, please,â you whimpered.
Jinnie let out a hum, acknowledging your pleas. Heâd like nothing more for you to come on his tongue. With a few more suckles he heard you let out a moan as you let go, copious amounts of your release leaking out of your pussy to trickle down your ass and coat his chin. He licked you clean, sticking his tongue in your entrance one last time to massage your walls as you came down.
Once he felt your grip slack on his hair, he leaned back, and gazed down at you. You stared back at him, noticing his blown out pupils and raging boner. All you could do was regulate your breathing as you watched him strip, his shirt coming off with ease to reveal his toned abs, followed by his sweats, his cock springing out and slapping his belly.
You took him in, your eyes glued to his cock that was perfectly identical to Hyunjinâs, down to the little mole on the shaft that you loved so much. Jinnie scooted closer to you and lifted your legs up and onto his shoulders before sheathing himself within you.
You moaned at the familiar stretch, your mind blown with how he can feel just like your boyfriend. You didnât have time to think much as he began to thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your pussy at a fast pace. It was uncanny at how he knew how to fuck you, how to angle his hips so he can reach that spot that makes your toes curl.
Jinnie smirked at you as if he could read your thoughts, gripping your legs tighter as he slammed his hips into yours. You were his, that he was certain, and he was going to keep it that way.
You clenched around his cock as you felt your orgasm build once more, shock on your face mixed with pleasure at the fact that you were going to come again so soon.
âThatâs right baby, come on my cock. Come on Jinnieâs cock,â he cooed, bringing one hand down to thumb at your clit.
You felt the pressure build in your lower belly, stronger than it usually was. The pressure was so much that you thought you were going to pee. Before you could mumble for Jinnie to stop, you let go, your orgasm hitting you hard. You tossed your head back as your vision went white, little stars forming in front of you as you heard a ringing in your ears. You felt your release leak out, so much so that you began to panic.
âNo no baby, just lay back, you squirted baby and thatâs just so fucking hot,â Jinnie moaned as he punctuated each syllable with a thrust of his hips.
His eyes drifted to your pussy, how wet you were, your pussy talking with each drag of his cock within you. You were perfect, your pussy was perfect, and he was going to claim you, mark you as his. With a few more thrusts, he stilled, his pelvis flush to your ass as he came, his cum flooding your insides and mixing with your slick that was now starting to pool on the sheets.
As he came down from his high, he withdrew his cock, watching as his cum seeped from your pussy. He looked up into your eyes, his heart fluttering as you gazed up at him with a look he couldnât decipher. He started to get up, thinking heâs overstayed his welcome when you reached out and mumbled âstay.â
You were more than satisfied, your lower half full of his cum, your clit and pussy tingling from the abuse it received. Maybe itâs because you were missing Hyunjin, but as Jinnie got up to leave, you reached out to him and said the one word you never thought youâd say. You watched as Jinnie looked in shock, but then love as he scooted next to you, cuddling you close to his body.
As time passed your eyes became heavy, sleep catching up to your exhausted body. And with the sound of Jinnieâs beating heart and warmth he provided, you feel into a deep sleep.
â â
Ever since you let Jinnie in your bed, itâs become a ritual, where he joins you once youâve showered. He makes sweet love to you, providing you with orgasm after orgasm until you fall asleep, satisfied and exhausted.
You didnât mind, matter of fact you were ecstatic, your needs being taken care of while Hyunjin was gone. You mentioned to him one night about the arrangement worried he would object. However, he wholeheartedly thought it was okay, happy that you were being cared for in more ways than one.
Jinnie was your savor in Hyunjinâs absence. He took such good care for you, no matter how tired he was from rehearsal. He made your meals, pampered you, fucked you, made sure you didnât want for nothing. At first you didnât mind, as it was nice to be doted on, especially in your lovers absence. However, over time you started to notice slight differences in Jinnieâs behavior.
He became more clingy, wanting to be with you whenever he wasnât at work. However, that even changed when one day he suggested you bring your work with you so you could join him at the studio. When you declined, he felt dejected, his head hung low with hurt in his eyes. You didnât care however, as you wanted to carry on with life as usual, not breaking up your routine, especially when it came to work.
Things seemed to be okay as Jinnie backed down a little, staying in his lane and just going with the flow. He hadnât joined you in bed for a few weeks now, wanting to give you your space. You were grateful for it, needing the room to breathe and take time to think.
However, you began to miss Hyunjin even more as month four hit, his absence starting to take a toll on you.
Jinnie started to notice a change in your behavior, noticing that you seemed more sad than usual. Thinking you needed to be pampered he planned a movie night filled with your favorite snacks.
You joined begrudgingly, not really wanting to be next to him, but also not wanting to hurt his feelings. You chose your snacks and grabbed a blanket to cuddle up for the movie.
Halfway through, Jinnie turned to you and placed a hand on your knee. âY/n, whatâs wrong?â
You looked at Jinnie and said, âIâm just missing Hyunjin,â which was the truth. Your mind was actually on your boyfriend and what you two would be doing right now if he was home.
âOh y/n, donât you get it? I am Hyunjin,â Jinnie said.
You were taken aback at his response. The way he was looking at you as if he needed you to understand what he said, to how his hand was still on your knee made you feel uncomfortable.
âYouâre not Hyunjin,â you countered, narrowing your eyes at the clone.
âWhy of course I am,â Jinnie said with a confused face.
You slowly began to unravel yourself from the blankets and stand up to back away slowly. Something isnât right. The clone truly believes he is Hyunjin. You didnât know what to say so you continued to back up until you reached your room. You fumbled for the doorknob and finally finding it, you gave it a twist and quickly stepped inside. After closing the door, you locked it, the click it made making you feel a little more safe.
You walked to your bedside and found your phone, dialing Hyunjinâs number immediately.
âHey baby!â Hyunjin answered enthusiastically.
You felt the opposite of happy however. âHyunjin, Iâm scared,â you voiced, a slight tremble evident in your voice.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â Hyunjin asked, his enthusiasm now turned to concern.
âJinnie just said that he is you. I really think your clone thinks heâs the original you.â
Hyunjin was quiet, the line silent as the seconds passed on. Finally, Hyunjin responded, âBaby, what are you talking about?â
âYou heard me!â You shrieked, desperation in your voice. âIsnât there something you can do?!â
âOkay, okay, calm down love. Iâll talk with the manager and see what we can do okay?â
It wasnât what you wanted to hear, but at least it was something. âOkay,â you softly said.
âOkay, good,â Hyunjin paused for a moment, listening to whoever was talking to him on the other side. âListen love, I gotta go. Iâll talk to the manager and then let you know what they say. I love you.â
âI love you too,â you said and hung up.
Now what were you going to do? You couldnât stay in here forever, although it was tempting. Maybe just for tonight? Yeah, that would work and then tomorrow you can face the nightmare that was right outside your door. â â âGood morning baby!â Jinnie said as he gestured for you to sit, as he had made a huge spread for breakfast.
You cautiously sat down and grabbed some toast, nibbling on the corners as you eyed the clone.
âI was thinking we could go to the park today. I have an empty schedule today.â
You really didnât want to go anywhere with this clone, but for your safety, you may have to play along.
âOkay,â you agreed half heartedly.
Jinnieâs face lit up at your answer and continued to eat his breakfast. After you finished your toast you got up and walked to the couch, plopping down on the soft cushions. You waited for Jinnie to finish, not wanting to be in the same room with him if you didnât have to.
However, all too soon, he finished his meal and came to stand beside you waiting for you to get up. Sighing you followed him out of the door, your mood the total opposite of his. You stayed silent as he chattered away filling your day with him.
â â
And so it went day after day, you making sure Jinnie was happy, and unsuspicious. You didnât let him into your bed anymore, not feeling safe with the prospect. Each night, Hyunjin would reassure you everything would be alright and heâd be home soon, in less than a week in fact. You wanted the days to pass quickly, so you wouldnât have to be in the house by yourself with Jinnie anymore.
Jinnie slowly started to notice the change, after you turned your head away as he tried to kiss you. He stared at you confused, his eyes trying to catch yours. He tried to kiss you again before you pushed him away. He felt a fire build in his chest at your refusal. Donât you want, no need him? Heâs your boyfriend after all.
âCan I not kiss my girlfriend?â He questioned, reaching out for you.
âIâm not your girlfriend,â you said, not sure what he would do next.
âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre my girlfriend!â He said with a chuckle.
âYouâre not hyunjin!â
This again. Jinnie was tired of hearing you say that. When would you understand he is Hyunjin, the one and only. He is Hyunjn, your boyfriend, the love of your life. Glaring at you, he stepped closer, watching as you stepped back in fear.
âI. Am. Hyunjin.â
Three words, each punctuated in a menacing tone. You were afraid, not sure what he would do. You slowly backed up toward the door, wanting to keep a safe distance between you and the clone.
âWhere are you going baby? Why are you running from me?â Jinnie asked, his face falling into a pleading look.
âStayâŠstay back!â You shouted as you got closer to the door.
Jinnie began to shake his head, his hands reaching up to grasp at the strands of hair. He dropped them suddenly and rushed towards you, his voice loud and pleading.
âPlease baby! I love you! I am Hyunjin! Why are you turning me away?â
You were about to let out a blood curdling scream when Jinnie stopped in his tracks, his face scrunched up in confusion. He tried to move, but found he couldnât, his eyes on yours. A few more seconds passed before he collapsed on the floor in a heap, his eyes staring straight ahead.
What just happened? You were staring at the clone in shock, too scared to move. Suddenly, you heard a key in the door and stepped away so you wouldnât get hit. The door opened quickly and Hyunjin stepped through concern on his face as he took in the scene before him.
âY/n!â He said as he ran to you, engulfing you in his arms for a hug.
You clutched onto his shirt, breathing in his scent that was so familar to you. Hyunjin is here. The real Hyunjin. Your Hyunjin. You buried your face in his chest and began to sob tears of happiness. You were happy this nightmare was over. â â After that eventful day, someone from the company came to take Jinnie away. Hyunjin explained that he was able to get in contact with the manager who spoke with the engineers on possible solutions to your problem. They suggested a system shut down, deactivating the little chip that was implanted in the clones head.
The whole process took thirty minutes, the perfect amount of time for Hyunjin to get from the airport and back to you. He listened as you explained everything that happened, how Jinnie assumed the role of Hyunjin, as he thoroughly was convinced he was the original.
He became obsessed with the role, wanting you to believe it too, which obviously you knew it wasnât true. After you were done with your tale, Hyunjin cradled you to his body, running his fingers through your hair.
âIâm so glad youâre okay love,â he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your head.
You hummed in agreement, snuggling closer to your lover. âSo what happens next? You knowâŠsince you wonât have a clone?â
âOh Iâll have to just make it work and work a little extra, but itâll be worth it if it means youâre safe.â
Your heart ached at the fact that he would have to put in overtime to pick up the slack, but you understood his stance. You wanted to be safe and with your boyfriend, with no extras in the house such as a clone.
-- -- Life went back to normal after a while. You had a successful fashion show, your designs impressing the judges and catching the eyes of some of the fashion gurus. Hyunjin was working more, but was handling the process with grace.
He always came home to you with a smile on his face, ready to smoother you with love. You were glad to have someone in your bed again, happy that it was your boyfriend as he knew you the best, loved you the best.
Hyunjin made sure to remind you nightly as he sheathed himself within your walls, fucking you nice and slow as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, as he touched you just right, grinning as you fell apart to his fingers, mouth, cock.
Yes, life was back to normal and the clone was a thing of the past. You were happy to have your ordinary life back, the thought of the clone slowly being pushed into the back of the recesses of your mind. You had to be around the other members clones occasionally, but that you didnât mind, as they seemed normal and understood their place.
What once was a good idea turned into a nightmare, as sometimes having a copy of yourself can do more harm than good.
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Places to donate to help Palestine
PCRF.net - They did over a 100 medical missions in 2022 (Palestine Childrenâs Relief Fund)
Middle East Children's Alliance - A Non-profit organization fighting for the well-being and rights of Middle Eastern Children. They also have a link to a 'tool kit' to help spread information about the Gaza Genocide. I'm linking to it directly HERE
Anera: Where Hope Finds a Way - They provide everything from food, medicine and hygiene kits. $30 equals 16 blood bags - an essential thing for helping doctors help people survive horrible physical trauma.
UNICEF.org - Link to where you can donate to help UNICEF get aid to those suffering in Palestine.
And because I know damn well that lots of people don't have the extra funds to donate money - you can help by simply clicking here once a day. It donates ad revenue. Click to help Palestine
[I wanted so much to find other places people could donate that weren't in the US or Canada, but I was having problems figuring out how to ensure that they were reputable. If anyone knows of any, please reblog and add the links!]
And some basic informational sources for those who want to understand what's really going on other than the misleading information from the media.
BDS - The Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions movement works to end international support for Israel's oppression of Palestinians. Offers actual news about what's happening.
Decolonize Palestine - In depth information about the history and origins of Palestine. Also has a great 'debunked myths' section that lists almost all of all the lies the Media has been peddling.
Mondoweiss - An independent website devoted to informing readers about developments in Israel/Palestine and related US foreign policy. (Be aware: Some articles show disturbing images of the horrors happening in Gaza.)
Petitions I found with reputable track records (there are a LOT of fakes out there)
Canada:
Independant Jewish Voices Canada - Gaza on the Brink Ceasefire Now! - Prewritten letter to Justin Trudeau and MĂ©lanie Joly calling for an immediate ceasefire, and for an end to the collective punishment of Palestinians. Just sign your name and it sends a letter!
There are several other ways (Including email addresses to various people/companies, as well as physical addresses you can mail letters to) listed here.
DON'T send threats/hate mail. That does nothing but make them double down on their current stances. Be polite. You don't have to take a happy tone, but be polite.
United States:
USA - Tell Congress: Stop Fueling the Gaza Genocide - Demanding an immediate ceasefire and for Humanitarian Aid to be allowed into Gaza.
Jewish Voice for Peace - You can use their form for send a letter to Congress to demand that they should focus on de-escalation instead of sending money and weapons to Israel so they can continue their genocidal war against Palestinians.
Jewish Voice for Peace (part 2) - Fill out this form and inform President Biden that he should call for a ceasefire and stop supplying money and weapons to Israel.
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Let me start saying I love your blog, reblogs and headcanons, truly, all of the aboveđ©·đ©·
If youâre comfortable with the question, do you have any for the Destined One with a female virgin reader?
So I wanna say thank you đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ I havenât quite shared my own head canons much but I donât have any issue sharing them 𫶠others do a much better job of it so Iâve left it to them. But! Your ask comes at a wonderful time as I needed a break from writing a fic đ (kill me im up to 20k)
Letâs get after it! Destined One & a female virgin head canons? Iâll give it a shot! There will be a nsfw section below sorry if thatâs not your thing. I wasnât super explicit on body parts etc but let me know if you guys want a Sun Wukong one? Iâd try.
If youâre NOT in a relationship yet and he finds out? (Be it you told him outright or it comes out in passing conversation)
Heâd would remain expressionless and quiet as usual. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it and remain respectful
But if you look closely you can see him swallowing thickly at the new information
Will NOT treat you differently
He has a LOT of feelings for you and knowing you havenât shared yourself with someone else, while not a huge deal heâs never really cared one way or another, itâs something he finds himself thinking about often.
It makes him a little hot under the collar sometimes when he looks at you and remembers what youâd said.
NSFW - on the very rare occasions that he takes some time to himself or youâre not around, in the quiet he puts his goal to the side for just a moment and allows himself to think about his wishes and whims. Specially how heâd touch you and make it good for you because you deserve to be treated like youâre special and HE wants to be the one to do it.
If youâre in a relationship and it either came up naturally or during a moreâŠheated moment.
Would absolutely freeze. Like body full on screenshot kinda freeze - only his tail would flick and twitch as he processes
Because honestly it hadnât occurred to him before but it is NOW. Heâs thought of you and making love with you but first or not first hadnât been a topic of thought
Heâd probably internally get flustered and his heart would race ridiculously but on the outside his expression would appear stoic or mildly surprised
Wouldnât try to pressure you or make a big deal out of it, as though it doesnât matter one way or another besides making extra sure youâre comfortable
His tail would eventually give him away though as it would be swishing behind him happy and interested as the information settles in his brain
Dude would be first and foremost HONORED If you shared that news with him and were giving him your first
Probably a first for him too ngl. I see him as someone who was so focused on his path that warming anotherâs bed wasnât something he was willing to spare time on.
If itâs not a first for him too then itâs not something heâs done often and isnât an expert
Would definitely thank you for trusting him with sweet reassuring kisses (if they are a little heated donât blame him too much)
He is respectful! As I said no pressure. No rush. But would the information please him? Yes.
Definitely adds fire to his belly because HE will be your first
Sends a note of possession through him not because heâd âownâ you but because regardless of being a first or not youâd be his and he yours.
NSFW:
Regardless of if youâre shy or ready to get the show on the road heâd be so gentle and would be careful, really careful.
Probably a bit unsure and might move a little too fast accidentally in his own lust but would immediately sooth you as soon as he realizes
Looks to your expressions and sounds to make sure youâre feeling good and safe
He wants to treat you WELL views it as HIS duty to make sure youâre happy
Itâs a lot of pressure but heâd do his best and set his mind to it being nothing but perfect for you
I imagine at first his hands would be so feather light letting you get used to him and his touch as he undresses you piece by piece- heâd watch his claws unless he finds out you enjoy them grazing across your skin
Heâd brush his lips across every piece of new skin revealed to his eyes unable to help himself
Finds out he really loves your chest, both feeling you & tasting you. as well as napping on you later
But over time as the act went on heâd be more confident, still tender but less unsure
Heâd be enamored every time he got you to sigh or make a pleased sound
Itâs his goal to hears those often
When he discovers how turned on heâs made you it would send waves of pride crashing over him, he had done THAT
Overall though heâd take his time
He probably wonât speak much if at all, but heâd make sure youâre ready every step of the way. If he does speak itâs not more than a few words here or there, low and only for you to hear as he nips your ear
Multiple check ins
Heâs a giver, and while he isnât practiced whatsoever heâd use his mouth and fingers to bring you pleasure, finding out exactly how you like it by listening to the way you moan or the way your body shivers and trembles with specific movements
He 100% will become VERY VERY good with his hands and mouth
His tail is sneaky, heâd use it as a way to hold on to your leg (holding you open while one of his hands is occupied) or would brush the the furry appendage across your skin just to see goosebumps rise in its wake
When youâre finally connected, after time spent letting you get used to him (and him you because letâs be real heâd be overwhelmed by the feel of tightly wrapped around him too) heâd roll his hips gently
He would make sounds, sighs and groans in your ear.
Heâd love it if you cling on to him and tell him heâs doing something good
Full on shudders if you scratch his back or dig your nails into him - he loves it and he might accidentally thrust too hard when you do it
Wants to hear you đđ
Would keep control for as long as he could but would listen to your requests almost instantly if you asked him to move faster
Would love it if you moved his hand exactly where you wanted him to touch you
Would suck marks on your skin - thighs and neck, wherever he absentmindedly ran his lips. Would be shy about it later but would touch them possessively or when youâre dressed his eyes would stray to where his marks are on your skin.
Afterwards heâd silently but tenderly wipe you down and then pull you into his arms
Would nuzzle his face against you and breathe your scent as you both relax and come down from your high
Would massage any soreness you have that he could and feel pride at wearing you out, although his face wouldnât show it
His tail would be like a vice around your thigh all night and trying to get out of his hold in the morning is a chore
Heâd 100% take care of you especially for a first time is basically what Iâm saying. After, he may be a bit rougher with his movements or may be impatient at times especially after a tough fight and adrenaline is still kicking but will always treat you tenderly as you guys build confidence together.
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( reblog ⊠send a fruit ⊠get an answer !! what will the fruit oracle tell you about other realities hmm )
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â đ TERRIBLY SOUR LEMON ⊠whoâs your least favorite person in your DR? a poisonous ex, a toxic professorâmaybe someone who tried to straight up murder you. who do you truly go sour in the face at the thought of?
â đ SHINY RED APPLE ⊠what are you the absolute best at in your DR? the thing that, when people need help with it, they let out the most gigantic sigh of relief when you walk in the roomâeveryone knows you do it best
â đ SUGAR SWEET STRAWBERRY ⊠whatâs the most romantic, sugar-sweet moment youâve had or will have in your DR? something so terrifically soft and perfect it couldâve come straight from a wild strawberry patch
â đ DEEP UMBER EGGPLANT ⊠whatâs the most thrilling fantasy you have about your lover in your DR? no information is too much or too little, itâs all according to your comfortâa midnight rendezvous, a sudden vacation for two, or maybe just a night in with one-or-two extra glasses of wine and hanging out :)
â đ„ FUZZY BURST KIWI ⊠whatâs something about you in your DR that people wouldnât expect to be true? it doesnât quite line up, some fabulous detail about you. when people find out, theyâre positively shocked
â đ„ TROPICAL LUSH MANGO ⊠what adds the most dynamic, vibrant color to your DR? a person, a place, an activity, a part of your identityâits presence lights up your existence there like sun rays on a blank canvas
â đ CRISP GREEN APPLE ⊠whatâs a memory from your childhood in your DR that stands out amongst the others? the edges of the picture are crisp, it may not be particularly good or badâbut intricately memorable
â đ HONEY BLISS CANTALOUPE ⊠whatâs your favorite season in your DR? do you enjoy sun-drenched summers, an exhilarating back to school time in autumn, or perhaps some particularly festive Christmas traditions that make the wintertime special?
â đ BLOODRED CHERRIES ⊠what is your biggest fear in your DR? you donât have to get deep if you donât wannaâit can be as small and horrifying as a spider or the dark. something that truly rattles you to your bones
â đ„ EARTHY AVOCADO ⊠whatâs the most comforting part of your daily routine in your DR? itâs groundingâsomething that no matter where you are or what you have going on, will always give you reprise and solace
â đ« DEWY BLUEBERRIES ⊠whatâs your comfort meal or dessert in your DR? maybe itâs something your parents make for you, something you order from room service while youâre reclined in a hotel room, or something simple you prepare for yourselfâit makes you feel better the second you sink your teeth into i
â đ OVERRIPE PEACH ⊠what kind of a future do you imagine for yourself in your DR? white picket fence material, with marriage and a couple kids? perhaps childless but continuing on your adventures til old age, or all of the above?
â đ SUNNY BANANA ⊠whatâs a piece of art, literature or music that truly moved you in your DR? perhaps something that shaped your identity, something that you enjoy for purely academic reasons, or just your favorite
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SCARLET TOMATO ⊠whatâs the juiciest secret youâve ever kept or will keep in your DR? the kind of scandalous thing that would positively burst into drama if revealed
â đ„„ SUN-KISSED COCONUT ⊠what would your ideal vacation be in your DR? a tropical getaway, with white sand and bungalows? a secluded retreat into the foggy mountains? where would you go, and who would you bring with you?
â đ JUICY WATERMELON ⊠whatâs your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so
â đ SPIKY BOLD PINEAPPLE ⊠if your life in your DR had a color palette, what would it look like? perhaps pastels, or a range of jewel tones? maybe a collection of shades that seem totally random, but that make perfect sense just to you
â đ MELLOW PEAR ⊠whatâs a dream or goal youâre pursuing in your DR? it could be as small as reading more often, or going out with your friends more, or as large as saving the entire cosmic universe. whatever youâre working towards!
â đ TART PURPLE GRAPES ⊠if you could bottle the scent of your favorite memories in your DR, what would the notes be? base notes of parchment and ink for your academic pursuits? middle notes of jasmine and rose petals for a lover you hold close to your heart? perhaps top notes of sea salt and sand for a place you find solace in?
â đ SUNSET CITRUS ORANGE ⊠whatâs your favorite kind of outing to go on in your DR, with your friends, family, or your partner? whether itâs a classy art gallery, a carefree rocky beach, or an urban jaunt to the mall, you know youâll have a good time every time
â đâđ© ZESTY SOUR LIME ⊠do you have any scars in your DR? a little mark on your knee from a childhood mishap on a scooter, or some gigantic mark left as proof of your world-saving tendenciesâone that tells a story, big or small
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Authorâs Note: Y/N and Harry are drama students from two separate drama schools just looking to make some extra money over the Christmas period. Colleagues to friends to lovers ig? No major warnings I donât think, maybe a tiny little chat about Christmas being a hard time of year.Â
This is my first piece of writing in a looooong long time, so please be gentle Â
As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of any variety is encouraged and always appreciated - G xÂ
Word Count: 7.7K+
It was the middle of November when Y/N saw it. The poster looked threatening. A large font, emboldened and in scary looking shade of red. The paper had gone a bit wrinkly as if it had been clutched tightly in a hand full of piles of the same advert printed over and over again. A contact email was printed multiple times along the bottom on tear-off tabs of paper, the fact that only one tab containing the address was missing added to the overall unappealing look of the advertisement that Y/N found on the âOpportunitiesâ board in the reception of her drama school. It looked threating compared to the opportunity it was offering.Â
ELVES WANTEDÂ was printed at the top of the sheet followed by a short, bulleted list of qualifications:
Must have an enthusiastic and friendly personality
No experience necessary
No maximum height limit!!!
Great pay for festive season!
DBS checks will be carried out.Â
Illustrations of holly leaves and berries bordered the A4 advert and severe looking underlines on the next steps asking for a headshot and CV to be forwarded to the recruiterâs email attached to the tear-off slips. A mall elf. Santaâs little helper. Y/N didnât think it was the worst gig she could have in the world. Another thing to add to her CV she supposed. She realises sheâs trying to convince herself into doing it and she was of the mindset if you had to convince yourself something is a good idea, it probably isnât. But the Christmas holidays were looming and her student loan never in a million years could stretch towards Christmas presents and the zero hours contract she had a greasy spoon cafĂ© down the road from her flat was certainly not helping either. She was desperate for consistent income to see her through Christmas. So, with a sigh, she ripped off the email information.Â
***
Across the city, Harry was stood in front of an advert on the âOpportunitiesâ board in the reception area of his drama school. Harry frowned, then leaned in closer to get a better look. He read the poster twice, then a third time, and despite his better judgment, he felt a strange pull. There was something ridiculous about it, something he couldnât quite shake. The idea of becoming an elf at Santaâs Grotto in a shopping centre, a 6-foot (on a good day at least) elf at that, on the surface, was completely mental. But then again, he thought back to the acting gig he had over Christmas last year and thought anything would be better than that. Plus, he loved Christmas really, and getting to spread a bit of joy can only be a positive thing. He rubbed his temple as though to clear his thoughts, still staring at the flyer. âGreat payâ, the poster said. That was tempting. What the hell? He could be an elf for a month. Maybe there was something strange and fun about playing a cheerful holiday characterâsomething a little whimsical and different from his usual typecast as a tortured soul or brooding romantic lead. Harry's lips quirked into a smile. âI can totally do this,â he muttered to himself, snapping a photo of the requirements and ripping off the contact email and shoving it into his pocket.Â
***
Y/N trudged back to her flat after leaving uni, fell into her bed and fished out her laptop to send her email to the elf recruiter. She attached her most recent headshot and newly updated CV and sent it off to the email address she clung onto. As her laptop screen faded to black, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the screen. She didnât look happy. She looked knackered actually, with heavy dark circles around her eyes. The past few months had been a lot. Exhausting, frustrating, and filled with self-doubt. Sheâd just finished a semester of intense Stanislavski system classes which were emotionally, physically and psychologically taxing when she was applying them to the acting pieces she was performing. She longed for a break, for something to remind her why she had fallen in love with performing and acting in the first place. Maybe this odd elf job would do thatâmaybe she could rediscover some joy in performing, even if it was just a month or so of prancing around in stripy tights and painted on rosy cheeks.
Y/N sighed and shook her head, but a small smile crept onto her lips. Why not? she thought again, maybe she could learn to appreciate Christmas again.Â
***
Winter had truly set in the next week when Y/N arrived at the shopping centreâs service entrance. The wind nipped at her face, the only bit of her not covered up by woolly or fleece fabric. Despite the cold, there was a gentle hum of festive energy beginning to spark. She had her phone open directing her to the disused unit nearest the newly built grotto which they had turned into a dressing room and break room for all the actors who were going to be working there over the holidays. She had to agree there would be something distinctly unmagical about a child seeing the elf that had shown them to Santa, or the big man himself, walking through the mall with a backpack over their costume to catch the tube home. Â
This was itâthe first day of her âelf job,â as ridiculous as it seemed. She still wasnât entirely sure what sheâd gotten herself into. At least Noelle seemed nice enough as a manager when theyâd spoken over zoom after Y/N applied. (Y/N still wasnât sure if that was her actual name or that Noelle just loved Christmas that much, sheâd given it to herself, she wouldnât be shocked if it was the latter) And hey, it wasnât like there was anything else on her schedule at the moment, classes having broken up for an extended Christmas break this week to allow the students to pick up winter acting gigs.Â
The smell of cinnamon and something distinctly chocolatey wafted through the air as she hurried through the shopping centre, the disused unit between the small Boots (the big boots was on the second floor) and Clarks shoe shop was her end goal with a note to show up at 8:30 to be assigned her costume, meet their Santa and the other elves and to be talked through what their role was and what do before the kids started arriving to meet Saint Nick at 10:30 A.M.Â
She was first there. Not a shock, sheâs notoriously early to everything. Just Noelle in the space, ticking Y/Nâs name off the list attached to her clipboard and urging her to pull up a chair until the rest of her colleagues arrived. Tubs of celebrations and heroes cracked open on the tables for the employees to pick at if they were on break.Â
Y/N quickly snagged a Malteser one from the red tub knowing those were her favourite but always the first to run out in a box of Celebrations. As she rammed the chocolate into her mouth a deep, slow voice called out.
âHey! Are yâhere for the elf job too?â
Y/N looked up. A boyâno, a manâwas walking toward her, a friendly smile on his face. He was tall, like worthy of stating in your dating profile tall, with chocolatey, perfectly tousled hair like heâd just ran his fingers through it and it fell perfectly. His cheeks were also flushed from the cold, and there was an energy about him, an air of confidence that could potentially approach cockiness, but not in a dickhead way, a way that made Y/N feel suddenly self-conscious. She straightened up, trying to look more confident.
âUh, yeah.â Fuck, she still had the half-chewed Malteser sweet in her mouth, she swallowed it harshly. âI am, yeah,â she said, his voice coming out a little awkwardly.Â
The man laughed lightly, as if sensing her discomfort, and stuck out his hand. âMâHarry. Sâmy first day, too. So, weâre in the same boat.â
Y/N hesitated for a second before shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and his-Harryâs eyes sparkled with a kind of warmth that she wasnât used to.
âHarry,â she said. âYeah, I figured I wasnât the only one.â
Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing around. âHave yâseen the costumes?â he asked with a grin. âNoelle was pulling the rail out as I came in,â he nodded towards the rail now in Y/Nâs peripheral, âand not that Iâm biased towards the fact me nâyou are here first⊠but I think weâre going to look the best.âÂ
Y/N snorted, suddenly picturing the pair of them in the green and red get up she could see swinging around on hangers that Harry pointed out. âYeah, right. Iâm not sure there is a looking the best in those but Iâll try not to look too much like a walking, talking Christmas tree.â
Harry laughed again, his voice light and carefree. âYou could be a very stylish Christmas tree. And if not, Iâm sure the kiddies will love you anyway. I mean, itâs hard tâlook serious in thaâ.â
Y/N had to agree. She could see tiny bells on the tips of the curly toed shoes and around the base of the pointy hat that were jingling in an absurdly cheerful way as Noelle pulled the rail up towards the congregating elves, more of whom had arrived in the time she had been speaking to Harry not that she noticed them arrive.Â
âIâm guessing youâve done this before?â she asked.
âNope,â Harry replied with a shrug, his eyes crinkling with a smile. âBut Iâm an actor, so literally trained in fake it til I make it.â She glanced at him knowingly. âIâm sure you can, too.â
There was something about the way he said it, so effortlessly, as if being an actor was the most natural thing in the world. Y/N felt a pang of recognition. She was the same way, always pretending like she had her shit together when, in reality, she felt like she hanging by a thread the vast majority of the time.
âYouâre an actor, too?â she asked, as Harry pulled a twirl out the box of heroes and snaffled it down just as quickly.Â
âYeah,â he said round the mouthful of chocolate, âWhere dâyou go?âÂ
 âOh, Iâm at RADA,â she said with a sheepish smile, as though it were no big deal. âHow about you?â
âThe Conservatoire,â Harry replied in a similar tone. âItâs⊠kind of intense there. Everyoneâs obsessed with Shakespeare nâlike fuckinâ Laurence Olivier,â he chuckled. His voice tinged with self-deprecation. âWhich is fine, and yâknow same but sometimes it feels like mâin an endless cycle of waiting. Auditions, classes, workshops, more auditionsâŠâ He trailed off, realizing he was rambling. âThough suppose youâre the same at RADA,â He finished.
Y/Nâs eyes softened a little. âI get that. Sometimes it feels like Iâm auditioning for my own bloody life instead of actually living it, and the constant seriousness can really knock the wind out of it and make you forget why you started acting in the first place.â She leaned back against her chair, crossing her arms.Â
âAt least this elf job is different. Itâs kind of nice to do just⊠do something fun, you know?â Harry suggested.
Y/N nodded, a little surprised by the ease in which he found the bright side. There was a grounded quality to him that she hadnât expected, especially when he said he attended the conservatoire. He didnât seem to be caught up in the competitive, high-strung nature of their shared world, or if he did, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it.  Maybe it was his willingness to embrace something as silly as playing an elf that made him stand out to her.
âYeah, youâre right,â she said, letting out a breath she hadnât realised she was holding. âI think Iâm just overthinking it. Like, this is the first thing Iâve gotten in a minute thatâs actually paying me, and Iâm being weird about it. Plus, Iâve got the perfect excuse to wear a fun outfit for a month,â she giggled, hoping to match his blasĂ© attitude.Â
Harry smiled back, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. âExactly!âÂ
Before their conversation could go any further, Noelle, decked out in an obscene Christmas jumper with glittery yarn and flashing lights stood at the front of the now full room.
âHiya chookies! Welcome to your first day as Santaâs helpers!â she said brightly in her bubbly Welsh accent, clapping her hands together. âIâve spoken to you all before but just to reintroduce Iâm Noelle and Iâll be your manager for the duration of this job! Youâll be working alongside our Santa Claus, Arthur, bringing the magic to life for all the little ones weâll have coming to visit right up until the 24th of December. Youâll mostly be working in pairs which I can split you up into- or I see most of you have split into little groups already so that will do just lovely too!âÂ
At the mention of already being in pairs, Harry and Y/Nâs eyes flickered up to each otherâs with a small smile from Y/N and a wink from Harry that made Y/Nâs stomach swoop as he mouthed âpartnerâ at her.Â
Noelle continued, âso weâll get you costumed and your elfâs name assigned to you, then weâve got a few little training things to get through before we kick off the festive season with our first visitors at 10:30!âÂ
***
The rest of the morning was a blur of final costume adjustments, training videos about handling children, and learning the ropes of the âSanta meet-and-greetâ routine. Introduce, smile, take the kid to Santa, reassure any nervous little ones, pass out candy canes til youâre blue in the face, and sprinkle as much magic and joy in there as possible as they went. As 10:30 approached, Harry found himself standing next to Y/N at the edge of Santaâs grotto ready for the first batch of children to arrive.Â
Through the noise of the shopping centre, chatter and the beep of checkouts and the rush of activity, Harry caught Y/Nâs eye and offered her a dazzling smile. âWell Sugarplum,â he said, now referring to Y/N as her Elf name, as was required in their training, his voice low enough for only her to hear, âhere we go. Letâs see if we can make some Christmas magic without completely embarrassing ourselves.â
Y/N laughed softly, knocking her hip against his playfully. âYouâll do great. Just remember to smile like you mean it and even if weâre pretending that itâs the most magical moment of your life.â
Harry rolled his eyes but found himself smiling anyway. âIâll try my best. Elf-ing is harder than it looks I reckon.â
As the first family approached the line, Y/N leaned closer to him, her voice playful. âReady to bring some joy to the world, Jingles?â
âAfter you, my jolly little elf,â Harry said with a smile, feeling something spark between them that he couldnât quite name, their shoes jingling as they bounced forwards to greet their first family.Â
***
The first shift was chaotic.
Y/N had been bracing herself for the madness of it all, but nothing quite prepared her for the relentless pace of the Santa meet-and-greet. From the moment they arrived at the grotto and workshop themed area, complete with twinkling lights, piles of fake presents, an enormous, fluffy teddy bear in the corner and nutcrackers as tall as Harry, it was clear that the role of an elf was not as simple as it seemed.
The instructions from Noelle had been briefâ"Smile, be enthusiastic, don't get in Santa's way, and make sure every child gets their gift!"âbut in practice, it felt like a never-ending whirlwind. The line of eager little children accompanied by parents and carers lapped around the grotto and down the hallways of the mall and the air buzzed with the excited chatter of families, the high-pitched giggles of toddlers, and the occasional wail of a child whose feet hurt from waiting or was a little scared of the man with the round belly and red suit.Â
Y/N was feeling the initial confidence boost Harry gave her, waver. The green tunic was a tad itchy, the makeup to paint her cheeks rosy was 100% going to cause her a spotty breakout and the pointy shoes, which sheâd thought would be a fun novelty, now felt like they were cutting off the circulation to her toes. She was supposed to be cheerful and welcoming, but every time she smiled, it felt a little forced. And then there was the jingle. The tiny bells attached to the hem of her outfit, hat and tips of her curly shoes made every step a clinking reminder that she was no longer the serious actor she aspired to be. No, now she was an elf, and that meant every footstep seemed to ring with the joyful spirit of Christmas.Â
"Alright, Sugarplum!" Harryâs voice cut through the noise as he slid into place next to her. "Youâre doing great! Just keep smiling!" His eyes twinkled with mischief, and Y/N couldnât help but return his grin, even if it was more of a grimace.
âIâm not sure Iâm pulling off the âjoyful, Christmas spiritâ look,â she muttered, glancing at Harry. âI think the kids can tell I'm not really feeling it.â
âOh, please,â he teased, adjusting his own costume, he had managed to twist one of the legs of his red tights around his leg as he peeled them up when he got changed and seemed completely unbothered by it. âYou look like you just stepped off of an elf runway. Like we are North Pole Fashion Week right here. Autumn/Winter 2024âs finest!â
He was, in fact, a burst of holiday cheer. His costume fit well, minus the small problem with his tights. His movements were smooth and confident, and he had this way of leaning into his role that made it seem effortless. Every time a child came up to him, he greeted them with enthusiasm, making silly faces to the young ones who couldnât talk yet, or twirling around to make them squeal and giggle.
Y/N, on the other hand, had already almost fell onto the nutcracker when a child approached her from behind.Â
***
"Hey, Elves!" a little girl said in a high-pitched voice, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She was maybe seven years old, with a haughty expression on her face that both Harry and Y/N couldnât help but find hilarious. "I want a unicorn for Christmas."
âUh, okay, a unicorn,â Y/N repeated, trying to channel the enthusiasm Noelle had instructed them to have. âIs that, like, a stuffed unicorn or an actual unicorn?â
The little girl stared at her blankly. âA real one. With wings.â As if that was obvious, Y/N thought.
Y/N blinked. âOh⊠right. Well, I think weâll need to ask Santa if he can make that happen. Santa has magical powers, you know, isnât that right Jingles?â she gestured to Harry, desperately wanting to involve him in this conversation to get it over with quicker. Â
âThatâs absolutely right Sugarplum, but Iâm not sure the unicornâs gonna make it through customs...â Harry trailed off
The girl raised an eyebrow. âI donât care about that. I want a unicorn. With wings.â
âUnderstood.â Harry nodded seriously. âIâll put in the request to Santaâs workshop immediately.â Y/N couldnât help but laugh at Harry so turned away to get her giggles out as she organised the piles of gifts for the kids as the little girl continued on.
She gave a dramatic sniff before turning to her adult and questioning, âmummy why does that elf have all those on him?â
âAll what, princess?â The little girlâs mother barely took her eyes off her phone while responding to her.Â
âAll those drawings,â she pointed her sticky looking hand to Harry while her mother finally looked up and over with distaste to see Harryâs lower arm exposed from where the fluffy cuffs on his tunic had ridden up, exposing the inky swirls that littered his arm. Â
âI got these in prison,â Harry said to the child, seriously.Â
âHARRY,â Y/N shouts whipping her head round from the reorganised piles of presents and a series of giggles.Â
âUm, its Jingles to you, Miss Sugarplum,â he responded to Y/N with a sly look in his eye before turning back to the little girl, âI broke a lot of elf and safety rules,â he nodded with a sad sort of soft smile as the girl and her mother moved farther up the queue and away from Harry and YâNâs section.
âYouâre going to get sacked,â Y/N laughed.Â
âNah, no chance, I donât reckon thereâs any understudies for elves, Iâm just trying to brighten the place up, they say Christmas cheer is spread through laughter,â Harry said reaching for one of the candy canes they had in a bowl to give out to customers. Â
âNo one says thatâ Y/N responded.
âWel, I did just then,â Harry smirked before shoving his newly unwrapped candy cane between his lips.Â
***
Y/N found herself laughing more, letting go of the relentless pressure she usually placed on herself. She still had moments of doubt, but they were becoming less frequent. And more often than not, Harry was there, laughing with her, encouraging her to embrace the more sparkly, joyful side of things.
By the end of the week, both Harry and Y/N were beginning to look forward to their shiftsânot just for the pay check, but because of the time spent with each other. Their friendship was growing, deepening in those small moments of shared joy. They spent their breaks together, sharing their lunches and swapping stories about their schools, about their aspirations, about everything and nothing.
âI jusâ couldnât face doing panto again this Christmas for some work experience, last year I ended up in a production of Cinderella at holiday park in the arse end of nowhere and let me just tell you never again,â Harry said round mouthfuls of the Subway sandwich heâd ran to go pick them up on their joint lunch break.
âYou didnât?!â Y/N gasped dramatically, putting her own sandwich down.Â
âI did.âÂ
âOh no you didnât,â Y/N refuted.
âWhat yâon about? I did, I played Buttons.â
âOh no you didnât!â Y/N teased.
âOh no you didn- OH ha ha, very funny,â Harry rolled his eyes playfully.  âBut yeah I had to stay in a static caravan for the length of the run, and not one of those nice, posh static caravans with the deck and did yâknow some of them have actual baths in âem too? It was a shit one, that smelt of damp and sand from the beach and had a scorch mark on the carpet from the fan radiator someone had put on upside down, the thing probably wouldâve looked better if it had gone up in flames.â
***
It was the week before Christmas, when the shopping centre was at its peak. Crowds of shoppers were everywhere. Pushing, jostling, and frantically checking their lists. Santaâs grotto had gotten busier and busier and December went on, and Harry and Y/N were in the thick of it, dodging around children, parents, and cameras, keeping up the relentless pace of their elf duties.Â
They were stationed in the photo line, dishing out candy canes left, right and centre to anyone who didnât already have one clutched in their hands. The music overhead had transitioned from classic carols to the more upbeat, catchy tunesâ"Jingle Bell Rock,"Â "Last Christmas,"Â and, of course whatâs Christmas without a little bit of Mariah.Â
âHonestly, feels like Christmas exploded all over this place,â Harry muttered to Y/N as a child skipped past them, jingling her own set of bells in her hair. He adjusted his own costume and shot a glance around at the sea of red and green. âI love Christmas but even Iâm starting to feel a little less Santa nâa little more Scrooge.âÂ
Y/Nâs grin was infectious. âI know, right? But I think Iâm starting to really love it rather than seeing this as a quick, easy wage every week. It feels like a big Christmas party every day and really is starting to put me in the mood for the 25th.â
Harry snorted. âYouâre a better elf than Iâll ever be then. Iâm about two seconds from snapping the candy canes and calling it a day.âÂ
Y/N chuckled, her eyes glinting mischievously. âYou could do that. But youâd be the elf who shows up on the âNaughty List,â and frankly, I donât think you want that reputation,â Y/N shrugged playfully.
âWell, thereâs always next year,â Harry replied with a wink.
As the hours passed, the atmosphere only intensified. The mall was bursting with excited chatter, laughter, and the occasional tantrum from an upset child. Harry was starting to feel the weight of it allâthe constant smiling, the relentless energy. He glanced over at Y/N, who seemed unaffected by it all. She was laughing, her face flushed from the warmth of the crowd, her energy infectious, but Harry couldnât shake the feeling that she was hiding somethingâsomething more than the seemingly newly discovered holiday cheer that seemed to shine out of her pores like the lights round the Christmas trees. There was a depth to her that he couldnât quite place. A vulnerability that was hidden beneath her new, bright exterior. He had seen it before, right at the start of their runâbrief moments when her eyes grew a little distant or when she would zone out during a particularly quiet lull. She seemed melancholic a lot of the time at the beginning but the closer they got to Christmas her personality seemed to do a switch to the most utterly joyful person you could ever come across. Harry didnât buy it, not completely anyway.Â
After another round of photos, a break finally arrived. It wasnât muchâonly fifteen minutesâbut it was enough for them to run off to their break room to rest their jingled feet. Harry slumped down in his seat, taking a long, deep breath of the slightly cooler air of their break room. He caught sight of Y/N across the room, filling up a glass of water each for them from the cooler.
"Hey," Harry said, his voice a bit quieter now. âYâalright?â
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide and a little startled by the question. She blinked a couple of times, as if trying to shake off some thought sheâd been lost in.
âYeah, of course,â she replied quickly, offering a bright smile. âIâm just⊠yâknow. Trying tâmake the most of the break.â She gestured vaguely around; the room was empty bar the pair of them.
âRight,â Harry said, but there was something in her tone that didnât quite match the smile she was giving him. He knew her well enough by now to see that something was off. It was slight, subtle even, but it was there.
He took a deep breath, feeling that the awkwardness of the moment would pass if he just said it. âLook, Y/N... I donât want to make you uncomfortable nâjust tell me tâfuck off if Iâm overstepping or anything⊠but I feel like thereâs more going on with you than youâre letting on.â
She froze for a moment before placing the now full glass of water in front of Harry. Her eyes shifted to the floor, her expression briefly faltering before she met his gaze again.
âYouâre talking about the personality transplant Iâve had in the last few days, arenât you?â she asked with a small laugh, but it didnât quite reach her eyes.
Harry shook his head. âNo. I meanâŠÂ yes. But not just that.â He pulled the chair next to him round to an angle so they would be basically facing each other eye to eye as he encouraged her to take a seat. Lowering his voice slightly. âI know mânot the best at reading people, but I can tell yâhiding something. Youâre not as⊠I donât know⊠thereâs something not quite right about the smile youâre painting on, right?â
Y/Nâs smile faltered, and she glanced away. âIâm fine, Harry. I promise.â
But Harry didnât buy it. He didnât know what it was, but there was something in her voice, a tone as if she was trying to convince herself of the fact and not just him, that made him feel that she wasnât fine.
âY/N, mânot trying to make you talk about anything youâre not ready to share,â Harry said gently. âBut⊠you canât just bury everything under the elf costume and the smiles. Itâs okay to not be okay sometimes,â he said with a soft smile as he nudged his knee against her own.Â
The room was silent. Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, clearly battling with something. Harry held his breath, waiting. Finally, she sighed deeply, as if the weight of it all had become too much to carry any longer.
âI didnât want to bring it up, sâa bit of a mood killer at this time of year,â she said quietly, her voice thick with something Harry couldnât quite place. âBut... I guess Iâm just tired. Not physicallyâwell, kind of. But emotionally. I donât know⊠Iâve been pretending a lot this year.â
Harry watched her, his brow furrowing. "Pretending?"
Y/N let out a shaky breath and nodded. âMy family... my dad... this time of year is always hard for me. Christmas is supposed to be happy, right? But it just... reminds me of everything Iâve lost. Things that donât work out. People who move on.â She paused, her voice trembling just slightly. âI didnât want to let it affect my job here. I didnât want to ruin the fun, or the magic⊠and I guess itâs been a lot.â
Harry felt a pang of sympathy for her. The words hung in the air like fragile glass, and he could see how much it had cost her to admit it. For a moment, he didnât know what to say, he just nodded, understanding. âI get it,â he said eventually. âYâdonât have to keep pretending, though. Not round me anyway.â
She gave him a small, relieved smile, but there was still sadness behind her eyes. âThanks, Harry,â she whispered, almost as if she were speaking to herself. âI think I just needed someone to hear it. Even if itâs just for a second. Iâm justâŠÂ knackered,â she sighed.
Harry leant closer, offering gentle smile his hand reaching down to squeeze her knee. âAnytime. You know that.â
For the last few moments of their break, they just sat there, sipping on their water and cooling down for a bit, the noise of the shopping centre drifting in from the distance. Harry didnât push her to say more, but they both knew something had shifted between them in that moment. Y/N wasnât just his elf colleague anymore. She was a person with a past, with scars, with feelings. And Harry wanted to be there for her, even if it meant just offering an ear if she needed it.
And maybe she just needed to know that someone was there to listen, even someone she met working at Santaâs Grotto.
The break ended with the sound of a loud cheer coming from the main concourse of the shopping centre, where a new group of children had gathered to see Santa. Y/N downed the rest of her water and gave her cheeks a few quick pats to wake herself up, as if the moment of vulnerability had never happened, and smiled at Harry.
âReady for round two?â she asked, her voice lighter than before.
Harry nodded. âLetâs do this Sugarplum.â And for the first time in a long while, Harry realized that sometimes, just being real with someone else was the greatest gift of all.
***
The day before Christmas was a blur of lights, music, and the constant hum of holiday energy. For such a manic day, it was a slow one. Harry had stopped counting the hours long ago of his shifts long ago; it was just a matter of getting through the day, but with Y/N by his side, it felt bearable. Their friendship had become a steady constant, something Harry looked forward to in the midst of the holiday madness. They spent their breaks together, talked about everything and nothing, and found little ways to make each other laugh.
But today felt different. There was a quiet tension in the air between them, an unspoken awareness that lingered longer than usual. It was approaching midday on Christmas Eve, the final shift before the big day. The mall was packed, the halls full of families rushing to get those last-minute photos with Santa, children buzzing with excitement. Harry and Y/N had just finished their break and were back on as Jingles and Sugarplum, standing in front of the grotto. They had gotten good at thisâgood at smiling until their cheeks hurt, good at posing for photos, good at handing out candy canes like it was second nature. But today, something felt⊠off. Something wasnât quite as simple as it had been before.
âLast day,â Y/N said, adjusting her costume, the bells twinkling and punctuating her sentence, her tone almost too casual as she looked around at the busy area. âCan yâbelieve itâs finally Christmas Eve?â
Harry shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. âIt kind of feels like weâve been doing this forever, doesnât it? Like, time doesnât even work anymore.â
âYeah,â she said softly, her eyes scanning the crowd. Then, turning back to Harry, her gaze lingered a moment too long. âYou know, Iâve actually really enjoyed this. Not the work, obviously, but⊠the time weâve spent together. Itâs beenâŠâ She hesitated, glancing down at her costume before meeting his eyes again. âNice. A break from my usual, I guess.â
Harryâs heart skipped a beat. She didnât say it directly, but there was something in her voice that made him wonder if she felt the same way he did.
âI get that,â he said, his voice a little quieter than before. âItâs kind of hard to explain, but I feel like weâve gotten into this rhythm. You know what I mean?â
She smiled, that familiar, easy smile that made him feel like he was the only one in the room. âExactly. Weâve somehow survived this madness, and now itâs almost over.â
As they stood there, exchanging glances with the busy families waiting in line, Harry couldnât help but feel a sense of⊠finality. He had been dreading the end of this gig, not because he didnât want to go back to the conservatoire and his classes after break but because he didnât want to not see Y/N every day. The idea of her becoming just another friendly face in the crowd of his life was akin to one of Shakespeareâs tragedies to him, he didnât want that at all.
âYouâre right,â he said slowly, âI donât want it to be over. This... thing weâve got going on, I mean.â
Y/N paused, her eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion. âWhat do you mean, âthis thingâ?âÂ
Fuck, Harry thought as looked down at his hands, suddenly feeling self-conscious, a rarity for him. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Maybe he was just imagining that there was something between them. But the way her voice softened when she spoke to him, the way they laughed together, the way he felt this inexplicable pull towards her.Â
âThis thing where itâs easy to talk tâyou. Where we donât have to pretend with each other,â he said carefully, his heart pounding a little harder in his chest. âWhere⊠I donât know⊠I feel like I can be myself at least.â
She blinked, processing his words. Her expression was unreadable for a moment, but then her lips curled into a slow, thoughtful smile. âI know what you mean,â she said softly. âItâs like⊠we donât have to be perfect all the time, right? Like, we can just⊠be. Together.â
The way she said the word âtogetherâ sent a small shiver down Harryâs spine. He could feel the air between them shift, and suddenly, he wasnât sure if it was just the holiday magic, or something more. Something deeper.
He took a deep breath, stepping a little closer to her. âY/N, Iââ
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud wail from a child pierced the air, cutting through the moment like a knife. The child, no older than six, was tugging at her motherâs sleeve, refusing to get anywhere near the front door of the grotto where on the other side sheâd meet Santa. Her voice was a screech of fear almost, desperate to leave.
Harry and Y/N immediately snapped back into their roles, the brief, intimate moment forgotten in an instant. It was as though the world had snapped back into its chaotic rhythm. Harry plastered on his best elf smile and turned to the mother, ready to jump back into character.
âEverything okay here?â he asked, though his mind was still racing with the things he had almost said to Y/N.
Y/N, ever the professional, was immediately by Harryâs side, kneeling down to the little girls height. âHey there sweetness, Iâm Sugarplum and this is my pal Jingles,â she said in a gentle, soothing voice nodding to Harry who waved at the shy little girl. âYâknow, Santaâs not so bad. Look, weâre elves and have worked with the big man for forever, and we think heâs pretty cool, isnât that right Jingles?âÂ
The little girl sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve of her little red coat, before glancing up at Y/N and Harry with watery eyes. âReally?â
âAbsolutely!â Harry said with a wink, before he too knelt down to the girlsâ level, his voice bright and reassuring. âSantaâs just a big teddy bear. In fact he gave me this,â Harry pulled a candy cane from his pocket with a flourish, âtâgive to you before we go in and see him!â
The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, before nodding slowly reaching out to wrap her fingers around the candy cane Harry held out to her, âOkayâŠâ
As the little girl settled, Harry couldnât help but glance over at Y/N. She had a way with the kids who were a little scared or nervous, a warmth that made him admire her even more. She always knew exactly what to say, always had the right level of energy to make them feel better. It was something heâd noticed before, but today, it felt like a piece of the larger picture. When the little girl finally took a seat on the stool next to Santaâs chair and was yapping away listing off things she wanted for Christmas as well as things she thinks he should give her baby brother, Harry and Y/N exchanged a smile at a job well done.Â
As the rest of the day wore on, the mallâs energy peaked and then began to mellow. The final families arrived, children almost vibrating with excitement at Santaâs imminent arrival, parents frantically snapping photos. In the quiet moments between families, Harry found himself stealing glances at Y/N. She was still the sameâcheerful, warm, effortlessly glowingâbut there was a new layer between them now, an unspoken understanding.
Finally, as the evening came to a close, the last group of families having exited with their pictures in hand. Santa waving a big goodbye to any straggler groups citing that he had a long night ahead of him and had to go see Mrs Claus before he set off on his journey around the world. Harry and Y/N were left alone in the grotto, it was just the two of them now, standing in the glow of the Christmas lights, the last traces of holiday music playing softly in the background.
Y/N turned to Harry, her eyes locking with his. âI guess this is it,â she said softly, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.
âYeah,â Harry replied, his heart beating just a little faster. âItâs weird. I kind of thought it would feel like a relief when it was over, but⊠now itâs here, it feels⊠wrong, somehow.â
Y/N smiled softly, stepping a little closer to him. âItâs not over, Harry. Itâs just⊠different now.â
He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. âI hope so.â
And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, they both leaned in, just inches apart. The air between them was charged, the magic of Christmas, the long month and a half of working side by side, and the undeniable pull they felt toward each other all converging in that one perfect instant.
Before Harry could think too much about it, Y/N closed the small gap, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but filled with something deeperâsomething neither of them could deny any longer.
The moment held, timeless and sweet, as they finally gave in to the feelings that had been building between them, and as they pulled back, breathing in the shared warmth of the kiss, it was clear to both of them: this was only the beginning.
âDâyou think we can go get changed now? I never want to see or feel another pair of fucking tights anywhere near my legs for a long, long time,â Harry said as Y/N burst into fitful giggles her face slumping against his shoulder as she laughed
***
They had swapped numbers early on in their job, Harryâs suggestion since they were paired together in case one of the two were to be poorly or running late but had never used those numbers. As much as Harryâs fingers twitched to do so.Â
They separated outside the mall after their kiss, both rushing off to get to their families to spend Christmas Day with them. Christmas morning came with a quiet calm. Y/N had expected to wake up feeling exhausted, her muscles sore from the constant running around, the endless hours of standing in character, smiling for the camera, but instead, she woke up in her bedroom at her Mumâs house⊠on edge. Like something had shifted, and now the world around her seemed to have rearranged itself, in ways she wasnât quite sure she was ready for.
She also woke up to a text and her heart took off running.Â
Harry đ§ââïž đ : Merry Christmas Sugarplum!! Hope your day is as magic as you are xx
Fucking hell, he sent kisses, KISSES⊠Should she send kisses back, never mind the kisses she needs to type the actual text first.
Y/N:Â and a merry christmas to you jingles. have a lovely day with your family Harry xx
He sent two kisses so she sent two kisses, that seemed a safe bet.Â
Harry đ§ââïž đ: When are you back in the city? Xxx
THREE KISSES!
Y/N:Â Â iâm back on the 28th, you? :) xxx
Harry đ§ââïž đ: Crazy, me too! Iâm going to hope you donât have New Years plans yet and wanted to ask if you wanted to do something with me? Ring in the new year together? XxxÂ
A second text came in before Y/N even managed to process what the first one had said.Â
Harry đ§ââïž đ: Plus Iâm not going to lie, going from seeing you and spending all day every day with you to not seeing you at all today is shit and Iâve decided I hate it xxxÂ
Y/N:Â Â yes!!! letâs do it, i didnât have any plans anyway so absolutely want to spend it with you xxxÂ
Y/N:Â Â p.s i hate it too :( xxxÂ
***
They had met outside the tube station, a warm embrace on the pavement as a greeting as they began their walk to find a spot on Primrose Hill for the night, filling each other in on what they had been up to on Christmas Day and the days since. They had both booked a few auditions for the first few weeks of January and Y/N had decided she was changing her life in the New Year and had done a massive clear out and deep clean of her flat. And Harry? Well, heâd came home from his Mumâs with a pet cat in tow, one his Mum had recently been fostering and Harry fell in love within the space of a few hours. Heâd called her Jingles.Â
They found a spot on Primrose Hill, both of them unpacking the bags they had brought with them. A picnic blanket each they layered on top of each other to shield their bums from the cold ground. A flask of soup and a flask of tea to keep them warm as well as some snacks and tinned cocktails to see them through the night to the bells. Harry also had a half-sized bottle of champagne tucked in his bag for them to pop at midnight.Â
They spent their evening wrapped up in each other in their own little bubble getting to know one another more than they already did and as Midnight came and fireworks began to pop and sizzle in the sky and people around them waved glittering sparklers around and the nearest church bells rang signifying a new hour and a new year Harry kissed Y/N again, this time with more certainty, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the joy of being with someone who understood her completely. For the first time, in what felt like forever, Y/N realized she didnât need anything else.
They had everything right here and they thought that was pretty magical.
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pairing đč kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader
tags đč fluff, smut, established relationship, idol!hongjoong, family trip, you know he'll be having you in that hot tub at some point
âïž okay so this wasn't planned but Bumjoong's vlog got me spiraling into some âč àŁȘ Ë thoughts âč àŁȘ Ë and I couldn't stop thinking about joining Hongjoong on that family trip -- and may I add, that hotspring? You know I had to.
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© hongthoven
When Hongjoong had asked you to join him and his family on a trip to Sapporo, your first instinct was to panicâ This would be your first time meeting his parents and only your second encounter with Bumjoong ever since your boyfriendâs last tour. Back then, even the idea of having lunch with Hongjoong and his older brother was already nerve-wrecking enough. Lucky for you, Bumjoong was the most welcoming human and had worked extra hard to make you feel comfortable by sharing some precious childhood memories including his younger brother pulling a tantrum over an ice-cream and how he would always crash his football games with his friends when he wasnât much bigger than the ball itself.Â
Now this was different. Meeting his parents, spending days with his whole circle and living under the same roof seemed like a commitment your anxiety couldnât seem to handle peacefully. Of course you were more than happy and flattered he would even consider bringing you along with himâ any signs of this man committing to you more than enough to have you kicking your feet and screaming into a void. Hongjoong was a busy man and dating Ateezâs captain wasnât always easy when it came to matching your schedules so you could spend quality time together. When he wasnât spending the night at his studio, your man was either busy promoting his music, writing for other artists, working on his next photography exhibition or flying to Parisâ Fashion Week.Â
Stillâ every single one of his accomplishments felt like yours and Hongjoong always made sure to include you in every single step towards another successful experience. So when your lovely boyfriend had kindly suggested for you to take a couple days off from work so you could fly to Japan with his family, there wasnât much left for you but to agree as Hongjoong did his best to reassure you when you immediately told him about your worries: his parents not liking you, embarrassing yourself, crashing their family time when you weren't even part of itâ to which Hongjoong was quick to reply with the most unexpected piece of informations, sending you spiraling into thoughts of a future you were too afraid to dream about.
âY/Nâ youâre part of my family alreadyâŠâ That was the validation you needed from him. The thought of him talking about you with his parents, letting them know about meaningful details of your relationship, made your heart grow twice its size. And while you were still nervous to meet them, you knew nothing could possibly go wrong when Hongjoong was by your side.Â
By the end of your first day, you already felt like part of the family. After hours spent walking in the snow, taking pictures, gazing at the gorgeous landscape and tasting some local delicacies, you were practically tight by the hip with Hongjoongâs mother as you walked back to the beautiful accommodation your boyfriend had rented for the entire family.Â
âMy mom is kind of obsessed with youâ Hongjoong growled as you finally caught some time to yourselves, spread out over the bed with your boyfriend resting on top of you, the coldness of his palms sending shivers all over your stomach as he slipped his hands under your sweater with a content sigh. âIâm a bit jealous actuallyâ sheâs keeping you all to herselfâ he almost whined, his lips reaching for your neck, forcing a soft giggle out of your lips âcanât even hold my girlâs hand or anythingâ such a thiefâ he added, biting your skin while the tip of his tongue collected your scent, reaching for your earlobe.
âJoongieâ your familyâs right next doorâ you huffed, trying to wiggle out of his embrace as he looked up to lock his beautiful yet sleepy eyes with yours. It had been a long day, following a long week of a packed schedule and you could definitely tell he was a minute from passing out from intense fatigueâ but he still looked breathtaking with his blonde streaks covering half of his face and his pink lips, tempting as candy, desperately reaching for yours, only to melt into the softest kiss as he eventually complied. Closing his eyes for a minute, Hongjoong made himself comfortable with his face buried into your neck and his hands still resting under your sweater, framing you with his entire body.Â
It wasnât long until you heard his breathing slowing down, its delicate sound mixing with some slight snoring from being completely burned out. Happy to see him resting at last, your hands found their way into his hair and at the back of his neck, kneading his skin tenderly as you watched the beautiful winter scenery getting darker by the end of the afternoon.Â
A knock on the door made you flinch into your slumber and your first instinct was to look down and make sure Hongjoong was still fast asleepâ when he failed to react, your eyes found Bumjoong standing in the doorway, trying to make himself as discreet as possible, his palm covering his eyes.
âAre you guys decent?â he asked with a nervous chuckle as you immediately cleared the scene with a soft tone, the sight of his passed out brother making the older one smile endearingly.Â
âI think weâll pass on dinner, can you excuse us to your parents? I think he needs thisâŠâ You whispered with one hand still locked into your boyfriendâs hair, scratching his scalp softly. Without a word, Bumjoong gave you an understanding nod as an answer and closed the door behind him, leaving you with nothing but the peaceful quietness of the bedroom as company.Â
After a while, you figured Hongjoong was gone for the night and decided not to rot in bed any longerâ your body was getting pins and needles from staying in the same position for hours, keeping your boyfriend locked into your embrace as he snored peacefully against your chest. Though you were slightly reluctant to let go of him, the warmth of his skin as a reminder of how long it had been since you two were in the same bed, you eventually managed to roll Hongjoong over to his side, stealing a muffled complaint out of him as he called out your name in his sleep, to which you replied with a tender kiss at the crook of his neck before rolling out of bed and escaping the bedroom as quietly as possible.Â
The hotspring was practically calling your name as you walked into the private patio on the second floor, ready to dive into your book and enjoy some snacks while bathing in hot waterâ now this looked like a holiday. Everything around was quiet, peaceful if not for a couple of birds still chirping into the night. You were thankful for Hongjoong asking you to take a bathing suit although you were left a little puzzled at his odd request for a snowy weekend awayâ but you also couldnât miss the little evil smirk on your boyfriendâs face when giving you a house tour, his hand palming the small of your back as he made sure to let you know just how much he expected to have you there, in this bath, as soon as his family would be gone. He would find an excuse, book a table at some fancy restaurant, pretend to have some work emergency and keep you around for support, only to bend you over the tiles and make you scream his name over and over again.
Unable to focus on your book as you kept reading the same page until it made some sort of sense, you tried to remember the last time you and Hongjoong were able to share that type of intimacy, your thighs instantly clenching at the sudden memory of his last concert in Saitama. You typically tried not to ever miss a concert whenever you could travel along but this tour you wouldnât miss for anythingâ for months, you had seen Hongjoong practice his guitar skills, lessons after lessons, massaging his calloused fingers every time he took it too far â almost every day, so when it was time to witness your boyfriend in all his glory as he stood on stage ready to wreck an entire Dome, you were actually thankful to be seating alone, your entire body radiating with lust and the absolute urge to kneel in front of him to swallow his junk entirely.Â
Which you did, precisely 2 hours later, as soon as you were left alone with him backstage. Hongjoong had practically kicked the other members out without any effort to hide his intentions. You could actually hear Wooyoung snickering behind the door and making some crude comment to Mingi about how their captain was about to âget someâ, which you both decided to ignore. Without any sort of ceremony, Hongjoong was quick to spit into your open mouth and guide himself between your lips, both his hands pushing at the back of your head until you could feel the familiar taste of precum spilling off his slit and into the back of your throat. You could never get enough of the way he seemed to melt against your tongue as you traced every single vein along his cock with just the tip like he was your favorite flavor.Â
When it came to being vocal, Hongjoong knew how to drive you past the edge of insanity with little whimpers and the nastiest words wrapped into the delicacy of his voice, like the melted chocolate heart of your favorite cake. You would never get rid of the way he often crossed the line, way past his usual cute pet names, only to call you his âlittle slutâ as he rutted himself into your mouth, stealing air out of your lungs as his hands started to tremble into your untamed hair.Â
The water was getting too hot, suddenlyâ the simple thought of Hongjoong slowly pushing your lips open with his tip making you foam at the mouth. Without realizing, your thighs had started to press against one another, rolling up and down slightly, just to give you enough friction for a quick relief. You could tell your entire body was now getting worked up over your fantasies, your back arching naturally as you eventually pushed your book to the side, suddenly uninterested in any sort of Literature. Wrapped into a cloud of steam, your body was craving a touchâ yours, but mostly Hongjoongâs, and as you slowly slid your hand along your chest, brushing your erected nipple on your way down, you couldnât help but feel a little nervous at the thought of being caught. What would your in-laws think? What would Hongjoong say if he heard about his parents walking on his girlfriend touching herself in the hot tub?Â
All these thoughts were quickly gone as soon as your hand found its nest between your thighs, three of your fingers pressed against your core as a soft moan escaped your lips, echoing into the empty patio. Or so you thought.Â
âBaby?â Though you immediately recognized Hongjoongâs voice, you were quick to stiffen back into the corner of the tub, red at the cheeks as you turned around to face your boyfriendâs mixed expression. He was definitely confusedâ but also quite obviously aroused. Not to mention half naked now that his sweater was gone, leaving him in a pair of sweatpants, his hair now a chaotic blond mess from sleeping for too long and his bare chest already coated with steam from the temperature of the room. He looked like an absolute snack you couldnât wait to devour.Â
âYou should have woken me up if you needed it so bad?â Hongjoong smirked, peeling himself off his sweatpants only to leave you gasping at the sight of his exposed, already semi-erected cock for a second before he dived into the bath.Â
âYou looked like you needed some good sleepâ you half-pouted as soon as he pulled you against him, forcing you to sit on his lap with one leg on each side of his frame.Â
âI need you moreâ without any sort of warning, Hongjoong reached for your throat, wrapping all five of his fingers around it as his lips found yours, tongue teasing until you caved and deepened the kiss, soft moans dying into his mouth as you started to grind over his lap while his stiffening member threatened to push your bikini bottom to the side with each thrust from your aching hips.Â
âFuckâ Iâve missed you so much babyâ fucking insaneââ his words were coming out a little sharpier, halfway between a confession and a command while his lips traveled down to your neck, sucking a soft, pink bite out of your skin with one hand already pulling at your bikini top. You couldnât help but feel extremely exposed as one of your tit disappeared into Hongjoongâs palm, the other already settled between his lips as he sucked desperately at your flesh like a starving newborn.
âYou gonna let me fuck you here?â he asked, his tone the opposite of innocent as you clenched over nothing, pushing your core against his groin until you couldnât take it anymore. Nothing else mattered now. The glass windows surrounded you, making you both vulnerable and exposedâ the idea of his family coming home any minute, only to find you there with their youngest son balls deep into your cunt. All you could think about was to be filled and to reach climax as soon as possible. It had been weeks since you had last felt Hongjoongâs body so close to yours and a treat was overdue.Â
âPleaseâ you almost weeped, using your fingers as a hook to push your bikini to the side until you felt his tip pushing against your entrance, thicker than ever.Â
âOh youâre gonna beg, love?â you couldnât say a thingâ not a wordâ as you nodded almost hysterically, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth like a misbehaving child ready to be grounded. Though his words were tempting and his gaze wrapped into that cocky frown you knew too well, Hongjoongâs hands were nothing but tender over your skin, his love pouring out of him in the shape of his palms stroking your arms, shoulders and the back of your neck like you were nothing but glass, about to shatter against his chest.Â
âYouâre so fucking prettyâ canât believe youâre mineâ his words took you by surprise, his thumb brushing your bottom lip while you felt him aligning himself perfectly against your aching core. His eyes were locked on the way your mouth instantly wrapped around his digit, sucking at the tip like the ghost of that part of him you were now craving.Â
âGo ahead and begâ he added, more demanding this time, your body going limp against him as you struggled to even breathe from the absolute urge to be consumed entirely by the love of your life.Â
âHongjoongâ please?â you finally begged, lips turned into a pout while your hand reached for his cock, ready to wrap around it. You had never felt emptier.Â
âWhat do you think youâre doing, love?â Hongjoong smirked, his own hand wrapping around yours but never truly stopping you.
âNeed youâ you were a blurbing mess by now, lids heavy and hips almost jolting against him as you felt him stretching you out a little with his tip only, both your hands still tightly wrapped around his shaft. You could feel every inch of himâ into your palm, pushing against your walls, everywhere, always amazed at the way his cock seemed to be exclusively crafted for your cunt.Â
Once he was settled, balls deep into you, Hongjoong reached for the small of your back, pulling you closer to his chest as you instinctively rolled your hips against him, collecting the sweetest sound out of his throat as your boyfriend tilted his head back, hitting the tile with his wet hair while thrusting painfully slow into you. The room was filled with soft, muffled moans and the sound of water splashing over the rim, soaking the floor with each, deeper thrust. Everything felt and sounded like absolute blissâ the roughness of his chest against your palms, the way his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass cheeks everytime he pulled you harder, bottoming out only to rocket his hips back into youâ nothing could beat this feeling, this fullness, the sincere love you could see in his eyes as his lips turned into an âoâ every time your eyes met.Â
Reaching for your neck, Hongjoong pulled you closer to melt his lips into yours, his kiss more eager this time as his tongue battled with yours while his hand kept you still with a soft grip around your throat. Lost into his embrace, it took you a minute to realize he was now completely still inside of you.Â
âCould stay like this foreverâ he smiled, his palm cupping water on the surface only to pour it over your chest, his eyes following every drop as it raced over your breast like the most beautiful piece of Art. While still tightly clenched between your folds, the way he gazed at you, his fingers tracing some invisible forms over your chest, was the most intimate thing you had ever experienced with anyone. Something in his eyes made you feel safe and vulnerable at the same time, like you were precisely where you belonged.Â
It only took a few more thrusts for you to bite a moan into his shoulder, your entire body stiffening with bliss as Hongjoong chased you to the top, his entire face buried into your chest as he lifted himself just enough to rocket back into you harder until his cries echoed into the quietness of the night while your walls locked around his load, turning him into absolute shambles as Hongjoong started to shake slightly into your arms from a hint of overstimulation.Â
Red at the cheeks, blonde streaks pushed back, Hongjoong tried to compose himself, his breathing gone to absolute chaos as he kept his arms locked around your figure, unwilling to let go just yet.Â
âThink Iâm gonna marry youâ he blurted out, his forehead pressed to yoursâ leaving you once again, completely speechless.Â
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đ°Khawla's Family Campaign Update: 36đ°
$4,961/$20,000 as of September 19th [10pm CDT]
Just $39 away from the $5,000 which would get the fundraiser a 4th of the way to it's goal!
if only 2 people donated $20 we'd pass that target!
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Ë â đ§ Readings & Religion For Yogi - Fundraising For My Dog's Treatment ââ Ë
I'm offering various readings and religious writings to help fund Yogi's (my dog) veterinary treatment! I'm hoping to raise $2,000 USD in total! Even if I can't meet the goal exactly, everything counts. âĄ
For the duration of the fundraiser, my DMs will be open. Please message me for requests there. If you're more comfortable sending an ask, you can.
Goal: $1,681.77 / $2,000.00 USD
âââ Click on original post for goal updates âââ
Ë â My Services â Ë
Ë â Divination:
***You may choose your deck from any in my collection! I'll send you pictures with the deck options upon request. Pictures will be sent to you along with my full interpretation!***
1 Tarot Deck Reading (six cards) - $8 USD
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If I cannot complete a religious writing request due to my comfort/knowledge level, I will give you a full refund. Please be aware that requests will take time to fulfill.
Detailed Explanation of the Fundraiser: I've decided to give away readings and religious writings for my dog's veterinary treatment. He has an acute glaucoma and will require eye removal surgery which is likely to cost at least $1,600 USD. So far, his combined appointments have cost $1,524 USD in total, without including his future trip to the eye doctor or surgery costs. If you're able, please donate or reblog my post. There's no pressure to donate, but I do appreciate it if you can!
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hi angel! mindy here!
i wanted to ask you, what are your personal study methods you use?
tysm! and happy new years, love! <3
omg hi hii love! happy new year! đ iâd be so happy to answer your question!! ( and tysm for asking hehe <3 )
âËâč á° my personal study methods á°.á
just to preface: i was honestly never taught how to study, so most of what i do are super basic methods, but it wasnât until this past fall semester that i started incorporating study methods iâve found through tiktok! i have been super successful with how iâve been studying, and i believe doing what works best personally for you is what will help you succeed! even with just the basics, iâve been able to maintain a 4.0 gpa all throughout high school and even now in my college years!
letâs begin !!
á°.á rewriting my notes
i know a lot of people find this to be really useful, and iâm one of them! however, as of this recent past semester, iâve stopped taking notes during lectures. i have ADD & i realized that it was so much harder for me to stay focused and concentrate if i tried taking notes during lecture. to me, my mind struggled to balance my thoughts of writing down what i needed to remember and trying to keep up with what my professors were saying, so i stopped taking notes during lectures entirely!
luckily, my professors give out study guides and will give us extra bits of information that we should also know for any quiz or exam thatâs coming up, so with that information iâll go back into the lecture powerpoints and even to our textbooks to go over the material i need to know!
i also take a lot of online courses as well, so while there is an instructor there for me that i can reach out to with any additional questions, most of my learning is on my own! i prefer online classes honestly because i can go at my own pace, but even when i do take notes of my own, iâll still go back and rewrite all of my notes while still looking back at the chapters/course modules!
rewriting notes, for me at least, allows me to rewrite the information i learned/read into my own words! it helps me in determining whether or not i fully grasp the material especially if i can write the information all in my own way!
á°.á utilizing quizlet
i LOVE flashcards, but iâve been trying to keep everything digital for myself especially now that i have an ipad! quizlet is one of the easiest ways for me to create flashcards, and since iâm in a medical field program, thereâs a whole lot of medical terms & abbreviations i need to know.
i also love that quizlet not only has a flashcard feature, but other ways of studying the information i need to know like through practice tests!
á°.á teaching to loved ones
oh. my. god. this is my all time favorite way of studying! for every quiz and exam that came up, i asked my parents, my fiancé, and my friends if i could sit them down and teach them the material i learned.
just like rewriting my notes, this âteaching othersâ method allows to me to decide which parts of the material i fully comprehend and which other parts i still need to go over! itâs also really nice too because anyone that iâm teaching will ask questions and even that helps me get a better grasp on what iâm learning! getting those questions asked encourages me to dive deeper into the material!
á°.á active recall
i saw this method be talked about a lot on tiktok (and i even reblogged one of your posts that touched on it too, mindy!!) but this method has been extremely helpful during my study sessions!
while i rewrite my notes, i write possible quiz/test questions for each section of a chapter(s) iâm learning and i go back to those questions and ask myself them to see if i can answer them correctly without reading through my notes! i usually make a separate page for these questions!
active recall and teaching others have definitely been the most effective study methods for me so far!
á°.á rereading chapters
this oneâs a bit boring, but it does help me! especially if iâm going back to rewriting my notes, rereading sections of different chapters helps me comprehend what iâm reading better. iâm not too sure how exactly, but itâs just something iâve always done and, hey, if it works why would i stop doing it ya know?
đđ final notes đđ
again, these are the top methods that have helped me personally! i also seriously appreciate you, mindy, for being my first ask here on my new blog! yay!! so thank you again for asking <3
if you guys have your own favorite methods or ones that youâve been wanting to try out for yourself, feel free to comment them or send them my way through my ask box!! iâd love to hear what works for everyone else, and maybe i could implement any new ones to my own little routine!
live and love, babes.
sincerely, juno â.á
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Unwanted: Chapter 23, Undressed - Pt. 1
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary:Â When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldnât be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings:Â (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions: of drug use, drug dealing, stripping, prostitution, drug overdose, seizures, organized crime.
Word Count:Â 1.6k
Previously On...: After using your quick wit and computer skills to get you both out of a sticky situation, Tony offered you a job, and a beautiful friendship was born.
A/N:Â And we are ON THE MISSION! Welcome to Atlantic City, besties!
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The Wiggle Room was nothing like Beantown Burlesque, of that you were certain. For a stripclub, Beantown had still managed to cater to a relatively upscale clientele, demanding exorbitant cover charges, selling overpriced drinks, and charging a premium for lap and private dancesâ hell, Tony Stark had gone there. And they never, ever, encouraged you to take on any âextraâ services for customers. Sure, clients asked, but girls were fired for accepting, and if a client wouldnât take your ânoâ for an answer, Beantownâs bouncers were more than happy to send them flying out the door on their asses.
You quickly learned that The Wiggle Room played by an entirely different set of rules when a customer asked if he could snort a line of coke off of your ass during your first shift. Everyone, it seemed, was high on some kind of drug, customers and coquettes alike. It made it surprisingly easy to get information out of people without rousing too much suspicion onto yourself.
Within the first two weeks, you and Sam were able to uncover that most, if not all, of the missing women you were investigating had either been, or tried out to be, dancers, bought drugs, or prostituted themselves out of the club. You were definitely in the epicenter of the disappearances. You positively had the where, but you were still far from discovering the why and the who.
You and Sam had set up a temporary caseboard in the dining nook of the apartment you were using as your safehouse. The two of you had already been good friends, but playing a couple at the club and sharing tight accommodations had intensified the power of your bond, and as you sat in front of the caseboard eating your Chinese takeout together, you couldnât help but rib one another.
âLavender definitely has a thing for you,â you pointed your chopsticks at him, referring to one of the clubâs older dancers, who, at 45, had taken a shine to the Falcon from the moment heâd taken his position as member of the clubâs security team.
âWell, can you blame her?â Sam said, slurping up the noodles of his lo mein. âHard to resist a good piece of dark chocolate, and Ole Sammyâs a fine box of Godiva.â
You wrinkled up your face. âOkkkay,â you said, âignoring the fact that thereâs so much gross in that statement that I donât even know where to begin, should I give her your number, then?â
Sam nearly choked on his food. âAbsolutely not!â he coughed. âSheâs got six kids!â
âWow, Samuel,â you said, pretending to be offended on Lavenderâs behalf, âI didnât realize you were prejudiced against single moms. Does Sarah, know that fascinating tidbit about you?â
âNuh-uh, Baby Girl. Donât you go tryinâ to put words in my mouth. I got nothinâ against single momsâ theyâre the backbone of this countryâ but Lavenderâs also got six baby daddies she doesnât know how to quit. I ainât lookinâ for that kinda drama in my love life, thank you very much.â
You took a bite of your chicken & broccoli. âFair point,â you conceded. âIâll allow it.â Sam tipped his head to you in his thanks.Â
You let your attention drift back to the board. In addition to photos of the missing women, youâd also managed to populate it with a combination of ID photos and mugshots of the clubâs employees and management. As youâd learned the identities of your coworkers, youâd been able to piece the hierarchy of the organization together, but you only got as far as the clubâs owner, Vladimir Kozlov. When youâd sent his name and some covert photos back to the Tower, you hadnât been surprised to receive word back from Natasha that Kozlov had, at one point, been a low-level thug in the Russian mob. What you hadnât yet been able to decipher, however, was how he kept the club afloat. According to your research, the Wiggle Room was hemorrhaging money, its expenses far surpassing its recorded income, yet Kozlov dressed himself in the finest European suits and drove a seemingly never-ending rotation of sports cars that would rival Tonyâs.Â
You and Sam had both come to the shared conclusion that Kozlov didnât have the brain cells to run a successful, let alone lucrative, criminal operation on his own, and therefore, there must be silent partners involved in the club that youâd not yet been able to identify. The drugs that were sold out of the club could account for some of its income, but not nearly enough.Â
âIâve got an idea,â you said, turning back to Sam.
âWhy do I feel like someone just walked over my grave when you said that?â he asked you with an exaggerated shiver.
You cocked your head. âProbably because itâs a terrible one.â Nibbling on your lower lip, you debated whether or not to tell him. He was going to hate it, but you couldnât think of a better way to get closer to Kozlovâs inner circle. âI think I should start buying drugs from Kozlovâs men.â
The look Sam gave you was withering. âPocket,â he warned, âthatâs an actual crime.â
âIâm not going to do them, Sam!â You put down your carton of rice. âI just need to make them think I am. Kozlov keeps the girls that buy from him closeâ he likes how they come to rely on him. I think it gets his rocks off to have them be dependent on him. I wouldnât be the least bit surprised if he lets things slip in front of them because theyâre too strung out to pay attention.â
Sam seemed to consider your proposal. âI donât like it, Baby Girl,â he said. âIt sounds dangerous. What if he tries to take advantage of you?â
You held up the silver bangle that served as your distress signal. âThen I call for the calvary,â you said. âI wonât actually be high, so Iâll still have my wits about me.â
âSo, you think you know enough about gettinâ high to fake it in front of a bunch of drug dealers?â Sam asked, clearly thinking you were overestimating your acting abilities.Â
You puffed a breath out of the corner of your mouth. âYeeeeah. So, hereâs the thing⊠I might have spent a good chunk of my teen years on a variety of illegal substances.â
Samâs eyebrows went comically high. âCome again for Dark Chocolate?â
How to be truthful yet maintain your sense of dignity here? âEveryone at the Tower knows how my childhood was rough, yeah? That my parents were shit? And thatâs the reason I donât have anything to do with them?â Sam nodded. This much of your past, at least, was common knowledge, and you were more or less keen to leave it that way. âAlright, so, part of that shit was that my mom and her boyfriend were drug addicts. Mom preferred meth and booze, but the boyfriend was less discriminate. Heâd do anything if it got him high enough. When he needed me to⊠letâs say âbehave,â heâd give me something, whatever he had on hand. Weed, MDMA, coke, benzos, Special K, opiates. Really didnât matter to him. The drugs made me easier to control. So, I know how to act like Iâm high, because Iâve been high. A lot.â
The look in Samâs eyes morphed from disappointment at your idea to horror at your revelation. âFuck. Baby Girl, I had no idea.â You couldnât meet his gaze; unlike your past as a stripper, this was something you were deeply ashamed of.
âItâs fine, Sam,â you told him, picking your food carton up again just to give you something to focus on. âIt was a long time ago.
âWhat made you stop?â he asked, no judgment, just genuine sincerity in his question.
âSame thing that saved the rest of my sorry ass,â you shrugged, playing with the flaps of the paper carton. âTony. By that point, though, it was mostly just Adderall to focus on school work and so I could stay awake to take more shifts at the club, and weed for when the Adderall wouldnât let me sleep.â
âOne time, I took too much Adderall to cram for a final, and I had a seizure. Tony had to take me to the hospital, and he was furiousâ Iâve honestly never seen him so mad. Trust me when I say it made his fight with Cap look like a playground spat. I thought for sure he was going to wash his hands of me. I wouldn't have blamed him.â
The memory of it played through your mind, the sheer disappointment in Tonyâs eyes as the doctors told him what theyâd found in your system.Â
âBut, the thing was, Tony blamed himself, said heâd put too much pressure on me. Kept saying he was turning into his father, and he couldnât have that. So, instead of tossing me out on my ass like he should have, he got me help.â
Samâs mouth hung open. âIâm sorry, but I think we know two different Tony Starks. This altruism does not jive with the man I work with.â
You smiled and shrugged your shoulders again. âNot my fault he likes me better than you, Samuel. I am a lot cuter.â
âDebatable,â Sam replied before taking a swig of his beer. He looked thoughtful for a moment. âIf you donât think itâs gonna be too much of a temptation for you,â he said after a pause, âI think the drug-buying might work. We can give it a shot, at least.â
You sipped your iced tea. âWonât be a problem, Sammy. The girl who constantly did that stuff is gone, and sheâs not coming back.â
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â introducing 018: PHEME + [ link ]
a semi-mobile friendly google doc template inspired by newspapers, but with a modern twist! this minimalist template is packed with a punch, featuring bold quotes, a playlist, and significant space for all kinds of information for your muse. this template has no google drawings and is easy to edit. this premium template and a full page-by-page preview can be found in the link above or in the source link.
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Smaugust: "from a book"
For Smaugust I am drawing cats as dragons. If you want me to draw your cat as a dragon, reblog this post with a photo of your cat, as well as the cat's name included in the body of the post. Read below the cut for full details; it's the same as in previous years.
This particular post is accepting requests so long as it's still 1 August 2024 somewhere in the world. If it's no longer that date, check my blog to see if there's a current post.
If there's a particular dragon (other than Smaug) from a book, which you'd like me to draw your cat as, tell me what it is, giving enough information that I can look up what that dragon looks like. Otherwise, I shall interpret the prompt ("from a book") however seems best for the image at hand.
One request per person per day, and only one cat per request. It is acceptable, and even encouraged, to make a request for every day of Smaugust.
Cats will be dragonified in accordance with the theme for the day, given in the post's title. I'm using the prompts from @pencilcat's list, although not necessarily in the given order.
Non-cats are allowed so long as you provide reasons why the animal in question is actually totally a cat.
Check the date given at the top of the post, to see if requests are open for it. Unless it's literally impossible, I'll be drawing and then posting every valid request I've received; however, sometimes that gets done once requests are closed for a post. So just because I reblog this post and add art to it, that doesn't necessarily mean it's okay to make your own request (doesn't necessarily mean that it's not okay, either).
One thing that's changed from last year: there won't be a post for every day in August. I'll be deciding each day whether I feel up to making a new post (and thus taking requests) at the moment, or if I need to work on the requests I still have, or take a rest. Since I can't guarantee that requests will be open for any given day, if you know ahead of time that you're not going to be available on certain days but you'd still like to see your cat drawn as a dragon, get in touch with me ahead of time, because I'd hate for anyone to have to miss out.
The deadline for requests on a particular post is "when it's no longer that day anywhere in the world". This is because I hate fiddling with time zones. If you're in the Americas, this means anywhere from a couple to a bunch of hours past midnight, depending on where you live; in Europe, it's longer than that; for the rest of the world, listen I don't actually know where the international date line is (if that's what it's called) and I don't care enough to look it up. In practice, the deadline is "whenever I get online the next day", unless I'm sufficiently annoyed or particular that I'll actually check the date stamps.
I'd prefer for you to only give me one picture per request that you want drawn as a dragon, because then I don't have to choose. However, it's perfectly okay to include extra photos if you just want to show off your cat; I'd just ask that if there's more than two of them, that you put them under a cut so they won't take up too much room on anyone's dash.
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"Within a span of one month, (name) (last name) has been physically, emotionally, mentally and sexually assaulted by two out of three Sano brothers because their egos couldn't handle being called out on their horrible treatment. Unfortunately for the poor woman, the mental strain took a toll on her and she attempted to take her life. She survived after desperate attempts to resucitate her and was rushed to a nearby hospital, where she was treated. One would think the Sano brothers would feel some form of guilt for pushing her towards the edge but no. In fact, this was just the beginning of the horrors (name) will experience in their hands." Layla's commentary podcast on chapter 1 and 2 of "Monsters"
Welcome to Monster's first ever poll! I have teased this since last month, but unfortunately, I haven't had the energy to do so. If you haven't read the last chapter, I'd advice you do so before we continue.
So, we've seen the two brothers in action. We've seen how manipulative Manjiro can be to bend the truth to fit his ideal and we've seen how cruel Izana can be, to make sure reader stays silent. With the two of them already made their move, the stage is set for the horrors yet to play out.
However, I am curious, the two of them went to such great lenghts to make reader miserable. Mikey gaslit Reader until she had no will to do anything and Izana reminded her of a past she would rather forget. Mikey broke her heart and Izana put cracks in her spirit, both different ways for the same goal, silence. so who do you think did was far worse and why?
(If you're too shy to comment or reblog your answers, my anons are wide open.)
(As I promised, I've decided to add something extra! Blind items! These are to add more context and shed more light on parts of the story I couldn't get in. Blind Items are submitted by an anoynmous side characters and if you can guess correctly who, I'll give you a special shout out in the next chapter!)
#1 Blind Item: Bruised Ego
"When reader came newly to school as freshman, the boss(Izana) had an actual interest in her. It even got to the point that he wanted to invite her to one of our parties to know her better. Unfortunately, he found out from (name)'s roommate whom he was hooking up with at that time, that (name) thought he was scary and preferred Mikey. This hurt him and made him want revenge to teach her a lesson. This is why he has all her past information at his finger tips, because he wanted to torment her since she unknowingly rejected his advances. He only paused because Emma later became friends with her and kept it in case. I know this because I travelled to (name)'s hometown to collect some of these information." - Submitted by an upper echelon in Tenjiku
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Beyond the Bookshelves (8)
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: Friendly banter, overworking
Summary: Youâre a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as âThe Librarianâ. Youâve been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.
A/N:
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âYou have it?â Loki raised a brow at this, pulling out his phone to see her full name and some extra information about her that Steve had stored on his phone. The sight of it only made his mood even more sour as he shoved the device back into the pocket it came from after saving it. âQuite a bit of information you have saved on here.â
âYeah? Itâs stuff I picked up on overtime.â The innocent, casual shrug of his shoulders held arrogance in the eyes of the God of Mischief. A smug punctuation of how the star-studded super soldier was able to freely come and go from the library and he was not.
âOh? âJust stuffâ that you picked, huh? âOvertimeâ you say? What kind of âjust stuffâ did you save overtime?â Tony leaned in closer, a smug little smirk on his face with a twinkle of interest in his eyes.
âItâs not what youâre thinking, Tony. Y/N and I are just friends. Donât go spreading unnecessary rumors. Itâs nice to just have someone to talk to and not have to worry too much.â The stern tone in his voice earned a groaning sigh and eye roll from the impulsive scientist. âAlso, dating in the workplace is unprofessional and would inevitably lead to complications.âÂ
Romantic involvements are always troublesome. Loki silently agreed, the tension in his shoulders slipping away as Steve made it clear that there was nothing going on between the two of them. The last thing I need is her feeding him misinformation or him spying for her to see what Iâm saying or doing. I require access to the library, not an extended sentence. He reasoned with himself.
âMr. Rules strikes again, donât you know any other tricks? Or is justice and teacherâs pet your only ones? I donât even know why I bother talking to you, give me her number. Thereâs something there, I know there is!â Loki sat up straight at the words that came out of the short Midgardian. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. âShare her contact with me.â The princeâs eye twitched at the demand. He could not fathom why all of them wanted her number now that it was clear that none of them actually had it. What good was there in having contact information for someone that would never be contacted.
Especially when his interests were more fickle than the tide, ever-changing from one stupid notion to the next.
âIâll pass on that,â Steve rolled his eyes at the petulant child look that Tony gave him. Loki silently agreed with this decision. âBut youâre more than welcomed to get it from yourself.â
No, he is not! What sort of denial is that?! You may as well have given him the damned number if youâre giving permission to get it! His jaw ached from how tightly it was clenched, his leg rapidly bouncing under the table. Thor noticed the changes in his younger brotherâs demeanor, but said nothing. He figured the company of the others was the cause, and as the elder of the two, he thought it best that Loki grew accustomed to the presence of the other Avengers.
âAre you gatekeeping her number? Why not just give it to me?â
âBecause, I want you to actually work for something. Plus, this is just you trying to get under my skin, and youâre not actually going to go after her to get her number, Tony, I know you. This is a shiny new toy that youâre going to forget about the moment something else comes along.â
âYou do like to play with things and toss âem aside when youâre bored.â Clint agreed, sipping his drink as he nudged the empty tray forward. âYouâre not actually going to call her anyway.â
âEt tu, Robin Hood?â Tony gasped in horror. âIs that what all of you think of me? That Iâm someone so callous to just use a poor innocent maiden like Y/N and just throw her away like yesterdayâs newspaper the next day? I am offended. Iâll show you, me and her, weâre going to be like this.â He entwined his index and middle finger of one hand before standing up from the table. âYouâll see, and youâll all regret it!â He threw his nose into the air and left, the others amused by his dramatics as they continued to not take him seriously. The only person not amused was Loki. They all goaded the chatty Tin-Man into actually getting her number instead of leaving her alone, the exact opposite of what should have been done.
Itâs horrible enough that Major Constellations over here frequents the place, and heâs friendly with her, now Iâll have to share my sanctuary with that aluminum can? I refuse to accept this! There has to be some logic Iâm missing, unless this is all some ploy to ruin my peace and quiet. No, I canât be, can it? Theyâre all trying to ruin what little solace I have here? He eyed the remainder of the group suspiciously. Thor is working with me on that infernal project that started this mess, I doubt he is tied to it. The straight-laced sergeant only comes when he needs to for missions. I donât think Iâve seen the bird-man there. That leaves just that nuisance of an existence, but his focus is currently on troubling their leader. Perhaps that is all there is to it? If it truly is, then I have nothing to worry about, so long as I get to her first and convince her to not share her contact information. To do that, I need her to first lift this Stygian banishment!
âWell, I thank you for her number, you proved most helpful in this matter of miscommunication. I should start putting my efforts towards composing a proper response, so I take my leave.â Loki stood from the table and left without giving anyone a chance to pry anymore than they already had.
âDirector Y/LN, looks like everything checks out here. The programs are all running and there hasnât been any repetition of the errors we first faced.â The weary voice of her subordinate pulled Y/Nâs attention from her laptop screen.
âAbout time,â Y/N pushed a chipper tone into her voice to mask the true exhaustion that had taken lodging inside her. Lacing her fingers together, she turned her palms outwards and stretched as she sighed. âI swear, technology isnât as amazing as itâs cracked up to beâŠespecially when it flops like this first thing.â She grumbled as she logged the successful trial and cleared this site as operational.
âWhen it acts up, I canât agree more. When itâs working, I have no complaints.â Her subordinateâs soft chuckle could not mask the fatigue. âCâmon, itâs late, but we still have time to grab dinner. The rest of us are heading out to celebrate that weâre finally online!â The eager twinkle in those brown eyes made the offer more tempting, but Y/N had to decline.Â
âYou gotta join us, Chief!â Another chimed in, hearing her answer.
âPretty please?â Came another plea.
âI really wish I could, but Iâve got a red-eye to catch. I need to finalize and submit the report before Iâm off.â Y/N closed her laptop and pointed to the large clock on the wall.
âDamn, theyâre really not giving you any wiggle room, huh?â
âThatâs not fair at all! Other directors donât go running around like theyâre making you. This is abuse!â
âLetâs not get too hasty, I choose to handle certain things personally to make sure itâs done properly. It reduces the chances of unnecessary back-and-forth. Next time we can celebrate, I promise. Thanks for all your hard work, everyone. Letâs keep it up and get this project completed as soon as possible.â With a chorus of confirmations and cheers. Y/N packed her things and gave one last wave before leaving back to her hotel.Â
She dropped back onto the awaiting mattress, heaving a heavy sigh as she finally let the fatigue show itself. For the last five weeks, Y/N flew between all the S.H.I.E.L.D. locations that had a library department to manage the setup and checks of the new system that was provided per location as promised. She had been formally trained on the software, but sat through the boring session with the staff each and every time it was given. There was no doubt in her mind that if she were to die now, her last words would probably be incoherent ramblings from the lecture. The only good news in all this was that she was finally done. This flight would bring her one step closer to her much-needed comfy bed in her small, cozy apartment.
Forcing herself up, she pulled out her laptop to edit her report one last time before sending it off and logging out for the remainder of the evening. She changed to something comfortable and made sure everything was packed away and ready to go before ordering room service.
At least they donât cheap out on where I stay and pick up the tab entirely. She leaned back into the padded headboard that was attached to the wall. âDid I check in to my flight? Crap, I donât think I did.â She muttered, feelings round the covers until she found her phone hidden away under a pillow. A good hour and a half was burned away through all her editing and rechecking the report. Her stomach growled in protest. Gently patting the disgruntled creature, she quickly checked in through the app and sighed with relief at the boarding pass notification on her status bar. It was then that she noticed the message notification that was sitting there unread, still.Â
The corners of her lips tugged downwards into a frown. Y/N could have sworn that she read all of her messages. Opening the texting application, she noticed the unknown number had sent about 3 messages to her, the latest being from a couple of days ago. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the glowing screen, trying to recall anything. When nothing came to her, she gave in and opened the chat. Her jaw dropped as it all cam rushing back to her.
Oh shit, Iâm in trouble now! She lightly and rapidly hit the heel of her left hand into her forehead several times. Way to go, Y/N, you completely ignored someone for almost three weeks now! âWhat do I do, what do I do?! Obviously, I need to reply, but how?!â She bit her lower lip, typing, reading, erasing, and retyping too many times to count before giving up at the knock at her door. Paying the server a tip, she sat at the table and began to eat. Clearly she needed food to get her brain in some semblance of working order as she reread the messages.
<Librarian, this is Loki, the second prince of Asgard. It has come to my attention that you have been working under a misunderstanding. Remove the banishment order.> It was the first text that came roughly three weeks ago.
<Librarian, this is not amusing. You placed a banishment order with no means for me to rectifying your misunderstanding by leaving the facility. Remove it at once.> This second text came four days after the first.
<Why do you not answer me, woman? I have repeatedly asked you to remove your misguided decision, and it has yet to be fixed.>Â This text, which made her snort, came almost two weeks ago. <I know you have read my texts.>Â
None of this is asking me anything, youâre demanding. She rolled her eyes.
<Perhaps my prior texts were not properly worded. As per the insistent pestering of my brother and the others, I am messaging you again. I did not intentionally ignore you the day you banished me from the library. I had just come from a lengthy training session and review/strategy meeting afterwards. The only thing I had done between then and arriving at the library was to refresh myself in my quarters to be more presentable in public. The âpromiseâ I made slipped my mind completely, but I had no control over that matter due to how long it took. You make ask your precious admiral if you wish to confirm my story, or you can request the data of that session to prove the time. With all that being said, I understand why you would be upset. I would greatly appreciate it if you would remove the order given to the system so that I may read peacefully in the library once more.> She was surprised to see such a lengthy text coming after all the short, demanding ones that came before it. What surprised her even more was the last text sent earlier today when she was fighting with the program errors. <Are you alright? You have not read my last text.><Sorry for replying so late, I was tied up with my work. Also, I accept your âapologyâ. By ïżœïżœadmiralâ, do you mean CAPTAIN America, Steve?> It took her a minute to realize who he was referring to, and she nearly fell out of her seat laughing at the mistake no one has ever made. At least not to her. <Why would I go ask him or check the records? I doubt youâre lying about a long session, I trust you. Sadly, youâll have to wait until Iâm back on site to cancel the order. I can only do those type of changes while on S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds and on their network. Good news is Iâll be back Monday, so just two more days!> She confidently sent her reply and finished the rest of her meal. Glancing at the clock, she sighed and called for the driver to come as she made her way to the lobby and checked out. Soon youâll be home, Y/N, soon.
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