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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Long Flight (Taeyong x you x jaehyun)

SUGGESTIVEEEE YAHOOO (sorry idk what’s with me, I made this into suggestive fic and the idea started when I took a long flight across Pacific Ocean)

tagging @neopalette and @yutahoes

a/n : do not proceed if you’re young (innocent) other than that, just go lol i know we’re all thirsty. daddy dom and master kink

jae is your colleague cabin crew (and your daddy), Taeyong is a famous designer taking first class flights who happens to get you as his stewardess and oh a fun night is about to happen in this long flight

UH AND IT’S A LONG ASS RIDE

Long flights are a literal pain in the ass. For lee taeyong, long flights are inevitable especially with his business trips that require him to fly from Korea to the Free land of the United States. He is lucky as a designer to be called from one runway to another. Attending photoshoots, ending the runway of his collections and of course after parties.

Though he is never fond of the jetlag and morning flights plus the 12 hours butt pain, he finally meets you. From one of his shittiest flight. He needs to rush to New York but his plane got canceled and that’s how both of you meet. You're in charge of the first class passengers and importantly, him. You're trained to give the best service, making sure his seat is comfortable and his bed ready if he really wants to lay down.

“A long flight ahead sir,” you greet him after keeping his suit on the hanger and helping him with his stuffs.

He looks coy with his fitted bomber jacket and eye glasses. His fragrance reminds you of the forest with deep musk coming out from him.

“Yes and my flight got canceled. I was moved here.” He rumbles, though he is sort of happy because he got upgraded to the first class. His invitation earlier was only for business class but here he is now on the second floor with a nice personal stewardess and of course a bed.

“I am so sorry about that, but i'm here to help you enjoy your flight.” You smile nicely to him.

“For now do you want some drinks?” you take out the menu sheet you’ve prepared.

He takes a glance and smirks “Surprise me? I’m in for an enjoyable flight with you (y/n).” Taeyong winks to you.

You blush, “My pleasure, Lee Taeyong-ssi" you bow before leaving him to take the drink and calm your heartbeat.

You know him, he is famous for his designs and cool godly handsome face. Gosh he really looks handsome!

Your light steps bring you to the bar in the lounge and your fellow mate, Jaehyun, is already busy making orders for the other passengers.

“What may I help you with?” Jaehyun playfully smiles at you and winks. You're used to it, you share almost all of your trips with Jaehyun and you won’t lie, both of you share some nights together.

Your eyes scan the liquor collection and hum while you think “I'll just get him some gin and tonic.”

Jaehyun nods “Who is the special guest tonight?”

You gulp “Lee Taeyong, the famous designer.”

Jaehyun smirks, “Lucky you! Guess I'll be alone tonight and the night after.” He steps out of his cubicle and playfully slaps your ass. You glare at him but he just pushes you the drink and kisses your cheek “Goodluck, heard he was a bad drinker.”

You professionally go back to the narrow hallway and stop just in time to see Taeyong taking off his jacket.

“Here's your drink and please let me help you with your jacket.” You reach out your hands and he gladly passes it to you.

“Hmm gin and tonic, simple but best for me.thanks" he winks and gulps down half of the drink.

His face turns red and you clearly knows tomorrow an apple juice might be a better option.

“Did I turn red?” he asks with big eyes while touching his forehead and cheeks to check his heat.

You nod “A bit sir, but you still look great.” You blurt out and turn shy suddenly when he smiles and runs a finger over your arm “Aw thank you, heard that a lot but it sounds better from your red lips. I wonder why you don’t end up on my runway but here instead in this small airplane!”

He sure is not hearing himself, you know he's more humble than this. Must be the drink.

You just smile and nod “Well, I am glad I can serve you tonight. Now, we'll take off soon. Please fasten your seatbelt and ring me up if you need anything. Enjoy your flight sir,” you bow before returning to your seat so the plane can take off.

Taeyong keeps his eyes on you as you exit the aisle and he can’t help but bite his lips when he sees how perfect you walk in a heel and how beautiful your legs are.

“I should probably start making stewardess uniforms.” He giggles to himself before feeling fuzzy and closes his eyes to sleep.

“So, any sign he's into you?” Jaehyun asks after the plane is steady in the sky and you're not called over yet. You sit on the stool and lean your chin on your arms.

“What? No way. He's out of my league.” You look to your arms and feel Jaehyun staring at you.

“Huh? Don’t you see how he looks at you when you leave him?” Jaehyun asks while his hands are still busy making drinks. The bar is empty, the passengers are still mostly sitting on their compartments.

You raise a brow “You were stalking me?”

He wiggles his brow “Gotta make sure you are working and not flirting with him.” He pulls your chin and blows over your lips “I know how naughty my little baby can be.”

You feel heat creeps into your core and cheeks. If both of you are not in duty, you'd play along and ask for drinks already.

“Stop teasing me, I am working.” You cough and try to remain professional though Jaehyun's deep stare is not helping you at all.

“We’re going to stay in New York for two nights, where do we wanna go?” Jae traces random lines on your arm and you hold your breath “I don’t know, guess we can have a night of sleep and the other one for fun.” You wink and his smile blooms “Fun? Are we thinking of the same fun?”

You want to answer him but a bell chimes and you glance to the intercom to see Taeyong's request for your assistant.

Jaehyun sighs “Tough competition I smell here.”

You tap his shoulder “Aw don’t be sad. I'll be right back, promise.” You blow him a flying kiss and tidy up your uniform before marching to Taeyong.

“Yes, how may I help you?” you nicely check on his stuffs, and he looks at you with clouded eyes. Gosh how many alcohol did Jaehyun put earlier? Is Taeyong this light headed?

“I- I want some snacks.” He looks at you with “that" gaze.

You gulp “Oh right, I can do that. We have-" you almost recite him the snack options before he pulls you onto his lap and snakes his arm around your waist.

“Not that snack, come on I know you know it.” He boldly presses his nose on your neck taking a whiff of your scent

You shiver and breathily moan “Sorry sir, I'm on duty.” You remind him but your hands are already touching his hard abs and thigh

Taeyong giggles next to your ear “On duty? baby I saw you flirting with that bartender guy right there. Didn’t you promise me you'll serve me well tonight?” his tone sounds sad at the end and you never like to hear someone sad because of you, so you quickly look around and whisper back to him

“I- I am-" you stutter when he runs his hand closer to your core “You're what princess?” he grins smugly

He sure is drunk. But he's super hot and you're super aroused!

“I am Sorry sir,” you whisper and he smiles with satisfaction.

“Good girl, now after dinner when the bed time is near, I'll ask you to prepare for my room and princess, be ready." He presses a small kiss on your nape and you gasp. Taeyong quickly presses his hand over your lips “uh oh we don’t want to get in touble right?”

You nod and when he taps you back, you get up and return to work like nothing happens.

Dinner is served and you notice the first class passengers are just few tonight. Only Taeyong and three other people. You notice Taeyong's bed is also far from the other's rooms.

He requested for a glass of red wine on dinner and when you collect his plates, you notice he finishes all of it. Wow, just how drunk is he planning to be?

“Baby, just remember you owe me one fun night,” Jaehyun whispers next to you when he sees you fix your face and tidy your appearance.

You roll your eyes “You look more interested into him, do you want to join us?” you tease him

Jaehyun turns red and he growls “Baby, try to remember all the wrongs you make today. We'll see if you can get as much spanks as your faults, daddy will reminds his baby about her attitudes.” He palms your breast and you clasp your mouth when you see the light for your duty lights up.

“Duty calls, gotta go-" you lean next to his ears “Daddy,” you kiss him quick and walk to Taeyong.

“Evening sir, tired already? Do you want me to prepare your bed?” You ask the standard procedure and he nods.

“Alright let me take you there, master.” You whisper before kissing him quick and following him to his cubicle.

“You're such a good kitten aren’t you? So ready for your master.” He grins when he sees the small bedroom already tidied up and shone in dim lights.

He goes into the room and after making sure no one sees, you enter and lock the door.

“I am glad I got to do this in first class, not in the lavatory.” Taeyong sounds drunk and confused to which you mentally slap yourself.

“Whoops sorry, ruined the mood. Come here kitty, master can show you how great he is when powered with wine!” he unbottons his shirt and you climb to his lap

“Tell me sir, do you want the soft kitty or bad kitty?” your fingers already play with his hairs and you lightly grind on his lap.

He groans when you touch his hardness and from his hooded eyes he makes his request “Both kitty, both.”

“Greedy, but as you wish master. Your words are my command.” You tie your hair up before diving to a deep desperate kiss with both of your hands roaming wildly around each others curves.

Your breathy moans could be heard if anyone is standing right in front of the door, you don’t mind it though. The room is locked, Taeyong rocks you so well and he is wild on bed. It's like having the best wildest fever dream and you're reaching cloud nine on a plane!

He was a great man in bed, a great master who puts you back in place and a great one to teach your soft side more about the wild fun.

You slip out of his hug when you notice he'd fallen asleep. Gently you tuck back your heels and uniform. Your under garments are broken but you'll skip them

With one sticky post it left on the bedside and a kiss, you slowly creep out from his room to meet your cabin crew.

“last night you were both wild and loud.” Jaehyun already greets you on the bar and you pause in track

“You were eavesdropping?” you turn to look at him

He shrugs his shoulder “Someone ordered a drink, I happened to pass by you and your master.” He playfully scans your body.

“Where did your bra go baby?” He walks closer to you and calmly pulls your chin up to face him.

“Look at daddy when you want to answer.” He warns you when you're about to answer.

Your eyes shake as you lock eyes with his fiery one.

“Broken, i'll change into another pair.” You gulp suddenly feeling small and vulnerable to Jaehyun.

“Don’t bother wearing one. I want to see them suffer in cold.” Jaehyun flicks one of your nub and you shudder

“Yes daddy.” You gulp “Anything else?”

“Oh, no touching yourself until I got to be the one touching you. Also, once we land… you're taking a room with me.” He takes your neck and pulls you into his chest “I want all of his traces gone by the time we're together.” He growls next to your ear “Understand baby?”

You nod “Words" he coughs and you mumble “Yes daddy.”

“Good, now don’t forget all the things you did and good luck finishing your errands.” He pats your ass and pushes you lightly.

“Good morning sir, how's your sleep last night?” you go back to your daily routine like nothing happened last night.

Taeyong looks sober already and his stomach is rumbling “Good. I had a good sleep, lucky me for I have to catch up a runway this afternoon.”

You nod “Coffee or tea for breakfast?”

He smiles “Coffee, without alcohol okay" he winks and you smile “Alright one coffee coming to you along with your breakfast sir.”

He turns red “calling me sir just makes me turns hot again princess.”

You wink “I'll be right back sir.”

:”Wait!” he holds your hand and you pause in track “Here take this,” he fishes something out of his bag and hands you a nice invitation

“Come to the gala, walk to the backstage pass and meet me for your dress.” He puts on his sunglasses

“I am invited? Well thank you sir, it's such an honor.” You smile widely

He shakes his head and peeks from his shades “Invited? You're my guest of honor. You'll walk the runway!”

You stare at him in disbelief and he quickly taps your arm “Now go princess, prepare me your best breakfast and i'll see you later.”

Oh yeah this will be the greatest experience and oh no tomorrow is gonna be the longest night with Jaehyun.

end, yow any great smut writers if you see this and want to make the hot scene TAG ME I WANNA READ :D thanks!!

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syifrae · 4 years ago

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Through his stomach

@winteriron-week

Day 3 “But I did it”

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Tony had a secret admirer. Not only that, but he had the world’s best secret admirer because this secret admirer was seducing him via food.

It had started a few months back when Tony had returned from a particularly stressful day at work, fielding calls and actually attending meetings (I mean, he had to go to some otherwise Pepper would literally strangle him). Tony felt tired and hungry and his feet hurt and his head ached and there was just a general aura of blegh all around him.

He had just about managed to drag himself through a shower and into some comfy pants but the thought of having to make food was just overwhelming. He lay in his bed for what felt like hours arguing with himself about the pros and cons of getting up to make something. Of course, he could just order food but for some preternatural reason any time anyone was ordering takeout in the tower Clint found out. This was not necessarily a bad thing, but on occasion, it could result in heavy debating over what to order and half your food disappearing into the apparently bottomless void that was the archer’s stomach.

Right now, though, Tony just really wasn’t in the mood for any kind of human interaction. He loved his teammates, don’t get him wrong, they had become his pseudo-family and he would, at any time, lay down his life for any one of them, but right at this second, he couldn’t stand the thought of having to interact with them.

He knew it was a cruel thought to have, but on the one hand, he’d have to pull up a front that he was fine -which would take a hell of a lot of effort given the facial expression and body language skills of some of his teammates- or let them see how…blegh he was feeling. Neither option seemed appealing to him. One would drain him of all remaining energy and the other would result in (well-intentioned) questions about his mental and emotional state, which again would drain him of all remaining energy.

Just as he was thinking he could risk calling in for pizza and hope against hope that the resident vent mole wouldn’t notice, he heard the ding of the elevator. Tony sighed. How on earth had Clint known he was thinking about pizza? That shit was unnatural and vaguely disturbing.

Only he didn’t hear footsteps, instead, there was the familiar whirr of gears and excitable beeps from his favourite (but don’t tell the others) bot. Sure enough, his bedroom door was pushed open and in trundled DUM-E, carefully carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of something on it.

The smell wafted through the room as Tony scooched up the bed to accept the tray off of the bot.

“Uhh, J?” he began hoping his AI would know what he meant. How is DUM-E up here? Why does he have a bowl of what looks like soup with a side of charcuterie and garlic bread with him? Did DUM-E make it himself? If so, how? Was it safe to eat?

Luckily for him, he had the best AI in the world (if he does say so himself-which he does) and JARVIS somehow knows all his questions and answered them so succinctly.

“Someone who wishes to remain anonymous has prepared a dinner for you and asked DUM-E to deliver it as you appeared fatigued. It is a courgette and almond soup with garlic ciabatta and sourdough toast, assorted cured meats and a mango chutney. It has been safely prepared and monitored on it’s journey, and does not contain motor oil.”

Tony breathed in deeply at the exquisite smell coming from his dinner tray. This was the perfect ending to a low-grade-shitty day. Once everything JARVIS had said was fully registered in his mind he quirked his head in question.

“Someone who wishes to remain anonymous?” he mused, “Well, I mean it’s gotta be someone living in the tower, right? That narrows it down. Plus, it’s gotta be someone who can cook,” That thought leads him to an ever-diminishing list of suspects and he rather thinks he knows who it is.

Tony ducks his head, a dusting of pink colouring his cheeks at the thought. He digs into his gifted meal with gusto, suddenly it seemed like the weight of the day had simply rolled off of him, and he had regained some of his earlier energy. If the person who he thought it was wanted to stay in the shadows for now who was he to put a stop to it? Especially when it might cost him more nights like these with a delivery of home-cooked ambrosia.

And so it had continued.

Not only when Tony had had a bad day either, but almost every other day it seemed he had some new delivery of food. Be it a sandwich left by his elbow to remind him to eat during his workshop binge, a cooked meal when he had had a long day, a tray of cookies, cakes or brownies left on the counter in his penthouse, a selection of petit fours delivered to his office as it seemed just-because. And sometimes they even came with little post-it notes!

They weren’t much to go on, just little ‘thinking of you’s or ‘hope you enjoy’s or ‘looked like you needed this doll’s. With each delivery, Tony’s crush deepened until he was halfway in love with his ‘secret’ admirer, despite the fact that they both seemed to reluctant to acknowledge any of it in public or around the team.

However, Tony was only so patient- ask Pepper or Rhodey, it was a miracle he’d lasted this long in the first place- and he was now determined to… Well not exactly confront, that felt too aggressive a word to use, he was going to gently but firmly (very firmly) encourage his admirer to go on a real date with him. It felt like it might be a bit premature to declare his undying love and devotion to a man he wasn’t technically in a relationship with after all.

This idea however all came clattering down around him when he entered the kitchen at around three am exactly three months and four-day post initial food delivery. He hadn’t even realised anyone else was awake, he hadn’t meant to even be on this floor but JARVIS was a tattletale and would ping an email to Pepper if the coffee machine in his penthouse or workshop was used between 11 pm and 6 am.

It was just dumb luck.

Or unluck as the case may be. Because there in the kitchen, pulling a tray of very familiar looking and smelling chocolate orange and hazelnut cookies out of the oven, was Steve.

It was the wrong one. All this time Tony had believed that Bucky had been his admirer, his personal chef and his culinary hero. All this while, and if he was honest with himself for a long time before that, Tony had been slowly but surely falling in love with their resident one-armed-wonder, and given that he was 87% sure that that was who was making the food he was fairly confident that feeling had been mutual. To learn that all this time it had been the wrong supersoldier was devastating.

Tony felt like the bottom had dropped out of him and his heart had dried up all at once. Not only was he wildly, catastrophically wrong about who had been delivering him all these preciously prepared and lovingly made gifts, it also meant that he was wrong about Bucky reciprocating his feelings.

Not only that, but he now had to confront the idea that it was Steve, not Bucky, who cared for him and how the fuck was he supposed to let Captain America down? I mean yeah they had moved past their first meeting hiccup, gotten over their brief subsequent future hate/resentment/hero worship issues and had become the closest of friends. Or at least, that’s what Tony had assumed. And while his inner sixteen-year-old was very much still attracted to the pinnacle of human perfection, Tony just could not see Steve in that way. Objectively yes, he was handsome and kind, down-to-earth, generous to a fault and stubborn as a mule when it suited him, but to Tony that was just Steve.

Steve was great! Steve was an amazing friend! He’d be happy to talk up Steve as a wingman and be confident that nothing he would say would be a lie because Steve was just that awesome a person! But he was not attracted to Steve himself!

Continuing his approach to the kitchen Tony tried to mentally prepare what he was going to say. How he was going to gently thank Steve for his gifts but let him know that any feelings he had were purely platonic. He was mentally debating if he could get away with not telling Steve that he didn’t know it was him who had been the one behind the culinary delights. On the one hand, it would make him look like an utter dick for letting it go on this long without letting Steve know it was a doomed seduction. On the other hand, it seemed cruel to tell Steve that he was hoping that the man’s best friend (practically his brother) would go out with him instead. Knowing Steve, he’d be extremely supportive and then not show anyone how he was devastated and dying inside.

“Hey Steve, I didn’t realise you were up so late,” He began, coward that he was trying to put off the uncomfortable conversation that was to come.

Steve looked up from the sheet pan where he had been carefully inspecting the cookies, a look of surprise on his face showing that he’d been so concentrated on his task he hadn’t picked up on Tony’s approach. And wow, seeing how dedicated he was just made Tony feel worse about the whole thing.

“Oh, hi Tony,” the other man glanced down spying the coffee cup clutched in the inventor’s hands, “You know that cheating by getting your coffee down here only means that Pepper will be madder when I’m the one to tell her.” He teased.

And god did Tony feel like the world’s biggest tool again, even when Steve was being mean it was just because he cared. Why did it have to be the wrong supersoldier? Why was his life like this?

“Listen, Steve.” Bracing himself for what was coming Tony stepped further into the light of the kitchen, making sure to give the other man 100% of his attention, it was the least he deserved. “I think we need to talk. I am so grateful, really I am, for all that you have done. They were some of the finest and most delicious things I’ve ever tasted in my life, and that comes from a guy who regularly eats at Five Michelin Star restaurants. The deliveries have been a source of joy and comfort, they have never failed to lift my spirits and I have adored each and every one. I want you to know that I will always care very deeply for you,”

Steve had an odd look on his face as Tony tried his best to be brave and plough on, it wasn’t fair to let this go on any longer and he had to get it all off his chest in one go or else he’d put his foot in it.

“I don’t know that I could ever see you in that way. What I feel for you is more of a platonic bond, and a lifelong one at that, but there could never really be any romantic feelings on my part.”

Steve looked downright confused and embarrassed now.

“Uh, Tony that’s great?” He replied, head tilted in that lost puppy look he sometimes had when he couldn’t quite get his head around something. “I’m not entirely sure where all of that came from but uh, I love you too buddy.” Steve patted Tony on the shoulder, looking for all the world like Tony had lost his mind.

“Look Steve, the secret is out alright, I know those are the cookies you made me the other week. I can recognise them well enough, they are just about the tastiest goddamn things I’ve ever put in my mouth and I’ve dreamt of them twice since. I know it’s you who’s been making me food, and I just wanted to let you down eas-”

“But I did it.”

The voice came from behind, cutting through Tony’s very messy 'it’s not you, it’s me' speech, nearly scaring the life out of him and causing Tony to jump about three feet in the air and clutch at his chest as though that would slow the rapid staccato of his heart.

“Wha?” was all that the dumbstruck genius could eke out.

“I’m the one who’s been making you food, doll. It was me, not Stevie here.” Bucky replied from where he was stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“But- he… I just saw Steve taking the cookies out of the oven? He was even checking them over to make sure they were right?” Tony blurted, head pinging over to Steve as he heard the man huff out a laugh.

“Yeah, cause Buck here hadda go pee and the last time he put me in charge of getting his shit out the oven I got a whooping because smooshed a cookie with the glove. I ain’t making that mistake twice.”

It took Tony a second for everything to sink in. He had a moment post reshuffle in his brain of who had done what that he was mistaken after all. It wasn’t the wrong supersoldier.

“So, wait. Does that mean that you’ve been my secret admirer? Not Steve?”

“Yeah, doll,” Bucky said, shifting his weight and loosely crossing his arms in front of him as if to protect himself. “You mean all that you said about it being good?”

Tony had never heard, nor expected to hear such uncertainty from the other man. Carefully making his way over to Bucky and making sure to telegraph his movements as he did so, Tony lifted his hand to cup Bucky’s cheek.

“I meant every word. And I’m so glad it was you.”

The smile that Tony could feel growing on his own face was mirrored back to him. Flickering his gaze between Bucky’s ocean eyes and his lips he slowly tilted forward, allowing Bucky to decide if he wanted to close the gap or not.

Tony’s heartbeat fluttered as he felt the soft press of lips against his. Something in his chest settling at the feeling of how right this all was. Steve on the other hand was apparently feeling indignant.

“Hey, wait a minute! How come I’m not good enough but this lug is?”

#WinterIron Week #winteriron week 2020 #winteriron #my writing #day 3 #i wrote this at 5 am so let me know if it's full of mistakes #I don't even know what i'm doing anymore #lol #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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junquisite · 5 years ago

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Good Girl

WARNING : Explicit mention of sex, slight oral sex (performed on female), Masturbation, Professor X Student relationship (so don't read if it makes you uncomfortable)

Students were packing up to get out of the class and so was she untill Professor Park loudly thumped the two books on his desk to gather everyone's attention.

"Miss. Kim, come see me in my office after this. I need to talk to you about your paper."

Honestly she should have seen that coming with how she was teasing him in the class. But what she was no expecting was entering his office and him telling her to stop, right in front of the closed door while he was calmly leaning on his chair, although his eyes were anything but calm.

"what the fuck were you doing in class?" He asked and she should have replied instead of smirking at him.

"hold up your skirt." He said, anger evident in His voice as he leaned on the table now.

She hesitated while holding the edge of her skirt and his eyes narrowed at her.

"You weren't this shy when you were fucking yourself on your fingers in the lecture. Now pull that skirt up and show me before I come and rip it off you." Junhee said and she gulped and nodding, pulled her skirt up, showing him her bare core.

She heard him groan and she looked up to see him holding his face in His hands. He looked up at her and she saw how his pupils were dilated and she hoped he would fuck her already.

"so I was right? You were fucking yourself weren't you?" He asked and she nodded.

"I'm all ready and wet for you now daddy, can you please fuck me?"

Junhee shook his head and leaned back on the chair.

"not yet. But you're gonna do what i tell you now if you want to cum. You must be close right?" He asked and she nodded, albeit too eagerly.

"then start playing with yourself but, no finger inside." He said and started taking off his coat while she blinked at him.

"n-no finger?" She whispered and he nodded.

"come on Princess, we haven't got the whole day. You want to cum right?" At the last part, she quickly nodded and started playing with her clit and rubbing her folds while leaning back on the door.

Soon her other hand dropped the skirt and started going up to her breasts when he lowly said ,"Stop." And her hands stilled.

She hadn't even realised that she had closed her eyes untill she opened them to stare at him pleadingly.

"who said you could touch yourself anywhere else? Or drop that skirt for that matter? Don't do anything I didn't told you to do or there would be no orgasm for you today." He said and she was quick to comply and pick her skirt up.

Since she was already close, this teasing was making her moan and Junhee called her name and she looked at him, wide eyes begigng him for an orgasm but his cruel smirk had other intentions.

"you might wanna tone it down doll. You know the door behind you isn't locked, so anyone can walk in on you acting like a slut for my cock, your professor's cock for that matter. So shut it before I come and gag you myself!"

He said and she gulped but couldn't help herself from chiming in, "gag me on what? Your cock?"

Any trace of smile or smirk left his face at that and he just stared at her and then said, " keep this up and you might not even get my cock today at all."

Scared he might actually do that, she started her ministration again, biting her lips to prevent any moan from slipping and trying to maintain eye contact with Junhee, to show him how much she needed him.

She saw as he loosened up his tie and her fingers rubbing her clit quickened, excited that she might be getting what she wants soon enough.

He pushed his chair back and then she was in front of him, with her back leaning on his table and the edge digging in her back untill he picked her up and made her sit on it. Now he was on level with her breasts but he was quick to pull her face close by grabbing her hair, kissing her to the point she felt like she couldn't breath and then leaving her, only to grab her throat and put slight pressure when she tried to breath in air.

He was making her light-headed and she knew that the orgasm she would have after all this was going to be an intense one, if not the most intense one in her life yet.

When he called her closer with a finger, she happily went to him with slightly shaky legs and he did nothing but chuckle slightly at her state.

Perks of having an older boyfriend - he can make you go weak in your knees, quite literally.

He was quick to push her back slightly and pull her skirt up to stare at her core and she might have felt slight embarrassment had he given her a chance to. Instead, he just bent down and took a long lick of her core, his tongue peeking in between the folds slightly and she gasped loudly. He pulled back as quickly and grabbing her by her hair, kissed her, making her taste herself and biting her bottom lip harshly. He whispered,"didn't I tell you to shut up? You really want me to gag you don't you?" He asked and she nodded no frantically.

He pulled back finally to look at her flushed state, skirt bunched up on her waist, lips kiss swollen and pupils dilated and he wanted to ruin her more.

But there was only so much he could do in his office. So he clapped his hand on her mouth and dived back down to lick her core, tongue peeking between the folds ever so slightly and occasionally sucking her clit too.

Her hands were everywhere but especially tugging at his hair, begging him to keep going on and frustrated, he pulled back and spat at her face, " if your hands leave the table again, I'm gonna throw you out of this room at that exact moment." And her hands grabbed the edge of the table as if her life depended on it.

When her whimpers and moans were audible even through his hand clasped on her mouth, he figured she was close and that was what he wanted.

Because he pulled away, completely from her and wiped his glistening lips and chin on his shirt.

"I think you should leave now." He said with such authority that she almost nodded. Almost.

"but- but I was a good girl! I did everything you asked me to! You can't do this to me!" She whimpered, rubbing her thighs close together because she was so so close! She only needed one push.

"I can doll. And I just did." He said and he had such a proud smirk on his face that she wanted to cry. He never planned to let her cum in the first place.

She got off the table and on her knees in front of him, eyeing his bulge because she could see he was hard too.

"please please please don't leave me like this Junhee. I promise I'll be good from now on just don't don't leave me like this!" She begged and Junhee just chuckled.

Downside of having an older Boyfriend? They Can control themselves. They are fucking good at it.

"I'll give you a deal baby. You don't get yourself off right now, stay like this and go attend your next class. I know it's your last one, so if you'll be a good girl for me, I'll pick you up and I'll give you an orgasm before we'll even reach my house. And then I'll give you the best orgasms of your life, you'll be begging me to stop."

The deal was tempting, but she wanted to cum then and there but his eyes were saying he won't let her. And she knew he would know if she got off herself. So she had no other option but to stand up, teary eyed and agree.

"now that's my good girl." Junhee said, getting up himself and patting her on the head when she sniffed. She turned around and felt a strong spank on her ass and turned to look at him wide eyed who looked awfully happy in her eyes.

"Get going already. I can't wait to have you at my mercy later."

#park junhee #jun #a.c.e #a.c.e smut #a.c.e scenarios #junhee smut #park junhee scenario #park junhee imagines #park junhee smut #junhee imagines #junhee scenario #hard hours open i guess #hard hours #junhee hard hours #a.c.e jun #ACEWRITERS

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taesbetch · 5 years ago

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04| Den Of Hybrids

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

Word Count: 1.8k

Previous | Next

Silent. The house was so incredibly silent. And oddly cold. Without the presence of your seven hybrids, the house had lost its sparkle and as you sat on the staircase staring at the door your hybrids had just marched out of, a small tear let itself fall down your cheek.

You held your phone in your hand knowing that you needed to get on the phone with the police asap there's no way that this is allowed. She can't just take your hybrids without your consent. You dialled the number of a very good friend of yours who ran multiple hybrid organisations, hoping she would be able to help you sort this mess out. "Oh hey! y/n! hows it going?”

“Horrible. Hyuna please help me out. My bitch of a great aunt has taken my hybrids !? Claiming she can do so because I’m providing for the family and i need to get my work done? What the actual fuck? Can she do that?” You asked, tears prickling in your eyes as you imagined how scared and uncomfortable your hybrids must be.

“Well no, not to you anyway considering you’re over the age of sixteen! Did she show you a document?” Hyuna asked, concern growing in her voice as you heard her type away on a laptop.

“Barely. It looked real and she said she had the police involved. Hyuna what do i do?!” You pleaded suddenly the situation dawned on you that your hybrid hating aunt was supposed to look after seven hybrids for a brief amount of time. HYbrids who were traumatised, Hybrids who were high maintenance....This was really, really bad.

“Don't worry we’ll get them back before anything bad happens, I'll call you back in just a second,” Hyuna said before hanging up. You quickly grabbed your bag not being able to just sit around and wait.

--- Third P.O.V

“I can’t breathe”

Namjoon sat with jimin as he gasped for air. All seven hybrids were trapped in a stuffy room. Grey walls containing them from any other contact. Single beds lay in a row, one for each hybrid; one pillow and a small blanket fit for a baby.

“Jimin it's okay! Y/ns gonna get us out of here we don't have to worry” Namjoon cooed as he rubbed the bunnies back. Jungkook sat staring at the two as yoongi tried to lay his head down and sleep.

“Yoongi how can you sleep at a time like this?” Hoseok asks as he sits himself down on the bed next to yoongis.

with a scoff, yoongi rolls over to face the confused man.

“How else are we supposed to pass the time?”

The boys sat quietly for a second as the doors outside started to open.

“She's coming” Jungkook whispered, his spirits a little broken from being yelled at a little too much on the ride here.

As the door opened the boys all tried their best not to sneer at the elderly woman. they all shuffled around uncomfortably as she glared at the lot of them, two men stood behind her both dressed in all black with their eyes hidden by sunglasses.

“take the photo” She orders.

One of the men take out their cellphone and snap a quick picture of the boys. He then moves further into the room taking a close picture of the tearful jimin and the depressed jungkook.

“That should do it,” May says, a sly smile making it onto her face.

“DO what?” Jin asks bravely his experience with the hag proving an advantage.

“Well when soppy little y/n sees how sad her hybrids are she’ll do anything to get you all back home. Maybe even pay a little price for your speedy return.” She explained laughing afterwards like she had just won the worlds smartest women award.

The boys all glared with disgust. Of course, she had some alterer motive. None of this was to help y/n. Its always about the money and it will always be about the money.

“ You’re a wretched witch, y/n will never give you what you want” Jin stated strongly resisting the urge to spit where she stood. Her smile dropped. Nodding at one of the men she watched joyfully as he strolled over to jin; without hesitating he struck jin across the face, his fist meeting jins jaw with swift precision.

The boys all rose with panic. Namjoon stepped forward with a scream of disapproval but before he could do anything the other man was pointing a gun at hoseoks head. Everyone froze.

“That seemed to shut everyone up. Y/ns life wouldn't be so messed up if it weren't for you mutty hybrids. Honestly, what was she thinking? The girl could be an award-winning scientist by now...but instead, she lounges around writing books and taking care of you” May rants. her eyes flickering between each of theirs.

“Sleep tight. I’m sure by Saturday you’ll be back in your home. Or back on the street. Either way” May laughed once more before she exited leaving the room feeling heavy with emotion. Namjoon looked around worriedly, and for some reason, he knew that the hit jin received would not be the last one.

---- Y/n

“What the fuck.

You stood in front of your aunt's house, banging on the doors to what seemed like an abandoned home. The maids weren't even present, nor was norm, the angry doorman who you know hated you as much as your aunt.

The white pristine house you hated so much as a child and feared to enter seemed so dim and..well beneath you. It felt like what was a David and Goliath story had flipped on its head. Pressing your face against the glass pannels you noticed that no lights were on which was odd for your aunt.

sneaking around the back you were even more surprised to see no garden workers attending to the massive gardens outback. Roses looked dried out and leaves had flown their way over to the once perfectly cut patches of grass.

“So weird.”

disrupting your thoughts, your phone rang.

“Hyuna! Hey! what did you find ?!”

“sooooooo much. Enough to bury your aunt with at least 60 years in jail” She replied. The typing you heard before still going.

Your eyes widened in shock at the response you had gotten.

“Wow! I-i-i Don't wanna send her to jail for basically the rest of my life, i just want my hybrids back.” You replied, your eyes drifting to the house where minimum furniture lay and old paintings sat broken.

“I mean okay...You have security cameras in your house, don't you? Let me come over and ill send it to my people i can have your hybrids back by tomorrow.” Hyuna said before hanging up the phone.

You sighed, looking at the house that used to bleed ‘im rich’ in confusion one more time before leaving. How very very odd...

---

“Wow, Everything is happening so fast” Hyuna sighed as she watches the security footage back. You ran a hand through your hair feeling the same level of frustration as you did that day. Both of you sat in your lounge trying to decipher the situation. Hyuna seemed to think that this video was more than enough evidence as she had no actual means to take your hybrids.

“Okay, let's get this in and get your hybrids back,” Hyuna said as she typed away, her fingers moving at the speed of light. As you watched her your phone lit up with a text message from your aunt.

‘How horrible. Look what the did to each other! Guess the space isn't working out for the. Shame i can't move them anywhere’

You eyebrows knitted with confusion at the text as you watched the typing bubbles anxiously. And that's when the pictures came through. Gasping, you clasped your hand over your mouth as pictures of your hybrids in pain flooded your screen.

One of jimin bawling his eyes out. One of jin with a black eye, Namjoon with bruises all over his legs, Jungkook with a small cut across his cheek.

You couldn't bear to look.

“What? What's wrong?!” Hyuna asked worriedly. Handing her the phone you sat yourself down trying not to cry. This woman you had trusted with the most precious people in your life had presented this outcome...and tried to blame it on them.

“Look at what they did to each other? Does she think I'm dumb? That bitch did this to them AND IS WHAT? TRYING TO TRICK ME? DOES SHE ACTUALLY THINK IM STUPID”

Before hyuna could say anything your phone received another text message. Your face dropped and your eyes narrowed. Flashing back to her home you realised what was going on.

“Let me guess...she wants some money in order for them to be let go” you sneered. Anger suddenly boiling up within you. That fucking bitch.

“Yep...1 million per hybrid. Look y/n/ I might be a bad friend for suggesting this...i know shes your family member but i seriously have so much dirt on this woman it's ridiculous.” Hyuna sighed, leaning back in her chair.

“Shes broke...shes broke so shes abusing my hybrids to get money out me? She literally could have just asked? Does she think she can actually get away with this?” You scoffed.

“Maybe she does. What do you want to do about it?” Hyuna asked, her tone lower than before.

You paused for a second. Considering your options. The boys were the only real family you had left. And she had the audacity to lay a finger on them for what? some coin. You looked at hyuna whose determined eyes surely matched your one.

“Let's bury the bitch”

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jkbabiey · 4 years ago

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{JJK} Say it ⤇ 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x student!reader

Word Count: ~3.16 K

Genre: fluff (ig) and yes, the flirty tension keeps up ; college!AU

Warnings: Jungkook is a cocky and flirty asshole; he’s a literal ass (not really literal okay?) and Y/N is nervous :) she’s adorable <3

10th march, 2023

“You what?” Jimin screeched in the middle of the very boring pharmacology class you were both attending at the moment. You hurried to put your hand over his mouth and his eyes got even bigger than they were when you blurted out ‘I’m going out with Jungkook’, muttering while writing some notes on your notebook like it was a piece of absolutely non-important information. No big deal.

“I didn’t even give him your number, how the fuck are you two going on a date already?” he whisper-screamed and you chuckled.

“Calm down, it’s just a date...”

“How?” he asked, still plenty of confusion written all over his face.

“Well, let’s just say we knew each other before in a night club and when I said I wouldn’t sleep with him, he asked my number to one of my friends, like three weeks ago...” you finally explained and Jimin gasped

“You sultry whore, you were pretending not to know him all this time,” he laughed and playfully hit you on the shoulder.

You ignored him, directing your brief attention to the professor that was trying to give his full potential in his class, to get to all of the students present. “So you know, Pharmacodynamics is defined as how the body reacts to the drugs. Medication is said to have a narrow or wide therapeutic index, certain safety factor or therapeutic...” but then, your the main topic of your interest was that you knew barely anything about Jungkook, except for his name, his major and that he was Jimin’s best friend.

“So... umm- ho-how do you think I should dress?” you asked, cursing yourself for the soft stutter of your voice. You just couldn’t help it. You were literally talkin’ to your date’s best friend, asking for advice on how to please the guy.

“Oh, she’s nervous...” he teased and you felt your cheeks heat up instantaneously

“I’m not nervous, I just don’t know what to wear...” you whispered and he laughed quietly

“Well, I don’t really know... he has dated or at least slept with a whole bunch of different girls, like almost every single girl in college...” he mumbled mindlessly but your eyes quickly averted from your scribbled notebook to his figure. Rubbing his chin and furrowing his eyebrows, he seemed not to notice your sudden concern. Jimin was in deep thought, trying to remember one single characteristic that his best friend’s ex-lovers could all share, but nothing seemed to come to his mind.

“Well... I don’t think he has a type...” he stated, finally looking at you, shrugging. Noticing your worried expression, he quickly took his hand to yours, laying on the table and squeezing it, deeply regretting his early words. “He’s not the kind of guy to fuck around,” he mumbled, his tone of voice suddenly, a lot softer. “Well, actually he kind of is, but he’s not an asshole. He just fucks around because he hasn’t found the right girl, don’t worry... Just be yourself and I’m telling you it will work out, you’re just his type!”

“You just told me he doesn’t have a type!”

Jimin rubbed his neck “He’s a really good guy, just give him a chance...” he pleaded, trying to not ruin his friend’s chances with you.

You didn’t say anything else for a few minutes and you really didn’t plan on doing so, but it had already passed about 5 minutes since the conversation had supposedly ended and Jimin’s lost puppy eyes were still fixed on you.

“Fine! I’ll go but you’ll have to help me find an outfit!” you warned and Jimin’s face immediately lightened up.

“Yes ma’am!”

Panic. Absolute chaos.

Your date was meant to be at 6 PM and you had already postponed it to 7:30 PM. You were that desperate. Jimin was laying on your bed and you were sitting beside his bare feet, on the end of the mattress.

“You were supposed to help me,” you whined, looking at your new-made friend’s unbothered face.

“I’ll help if you show me some options or am I supposed to just go and barge into your closet?” he asked, and you could perceive some annoyance in his tone, which aroused a pout in your lips.

“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do...” you murmured, still pouting and Jimin sighed, standing up and looking through the cabinets in your closet.

“This is somewhat depressing,” he stated, “Why don’t you own casual dresses?”

“Because I don’t usually wear dresses,” your rolled your eyes.

“This will have to do,” he mumbled, turning to you with a pair of flared high-waisted light jeans and a tight low-cut crop top.

“It’s just a dinner, after all, right?” you asked, unsure of how appropriate the outfit he’d suggested was for the occasion.

“Yeah, I assure you Jungkook’s not taking you to one of those fancy restaurants,” he shrugged “and you’ll look beautiful anyways, you’re stunning Y/N” he continued, making sure to boost your ego and you smiled sweetly at him

“Thank you,” you acknowledged his sympathy, kissing his cheek briefly and turning to the bathroom with the determined clothes in your hands.

It was crazy for you to think about how less than a week ago you would spend hours of your day daydreaming about Jimin and now he was nothing more than a very close friend to you. You and he had always been friends, even in high school, but you had always kept your distance, due to your immense crush on the boy. Then, Jungkook surged, out of nowhere, and suddenly Jimin didn’t seem to have any effect on you and the hours spent daily thinking about him, have been replaced with short minutes of wondering what Jungkook could be doing at the moment. And you couldn’t even believe you were spending one single second of your day doing that.

Turns out the outfit looked extremely good on you and Jimin was a great stylist. Maybe he shouldn’t be studying medicine. He did your hair, straightening it and doing it quicker than you would ever.

[Jungkook, 7:28 PM] - Are you ready?

[Jungkook, 7:29 PM] - Can I go pick you up?

[Jungkook, 7:29 PM] - You’re not standing me up, are you?

“Oh, he’s simping for you now?” Jimin asked teasingly, lurking over your shoulder while straightening the last curly lock of hair. He would be a great boyfriend and you were seriously thinking of presenting him to your best friend.

[You, 7:31 PM] - I wouldn’t stand you up...

[You, 7:31 PM] - You can come pick me up.

“And then what? You just left?” you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips

“She was cheating on me! Was I supposed to just stay there, watching?” he tried to give a proper excuse that to you just sounded like a really lame one.

“She wasn’t even dating you, Jungkook!” you screeched and he burst out in laughter, you quickly following him. “So you punched your friend, just because he was kissing the girl you had been talking to for three days? And you’re telling me that girl was your first love? The one you had been texting for three days?”

“She was really pretty!” he stated, holding a tattooed hand up as if trying to avoid the playful judgy gaze you were sending his way.

Turns out Jungkook had brought you to a nice diner in the middle of the city. It was very cozy and you had never felt so comfortable in any other restaurant if you could call it that. Jungkook was also another reason why you felt so untroubled and relaxed. He was a very calming presence, completely the opposite of what you had expected. Of course, you couldn’t deny the very discrete fuckboy aura that surrounded him, but it was a very soft and comforting aura and you had never felt so welcomed by someone as you felt in the moment you got in Jungkook’s car.

He was wearing light grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt, his hair was messy and, in your most humble opinion, he looked even better dressing his casual clothes, other than with any other of the ones you had seen him wearing before. He looked as if he had put very little to no effort into how he looked, in contrast to you that had been close to suffering a psychedelic attack with no idea of what to wear. Somehow, the fact he didn’t need to even dress himself in “proper” clothes to look good was working as a major turn-on for you. You were grateful Jimin had made you wear such a casual look, you wouldn’t want to look too dressed up next to your date.

“So what? You texted each other for 3 days and you were sure she was your first love?”

“C’mon I was 17, I could walk by a pretty girl on the street and feel like I had found my soulmate,” he laughed, softly scratching his cheek. You laughed and looked down at your hamburger. When you looked back up, he was staring. Intensely and with a sly smirk plastered on his lips.

“What?” you asked, anxiousness slowly building up inside you.

“And who was your first love?” he repeated the question you had made playfully when he mentioned his first love would have to be french fries, earlier.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, your eyes wide and your hand, immediately taken up to rub your ear, a nervous habit you had developed through time. “I do-don’t think I-I’ve ever had my first love,” you mumbled shyly. If he hadn’t understood how inexperienced you were in the whole relationship area, he certainly had just now.

“You haven’t, really?” he asked, eyebrows raised but no judgement evident in his voice.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “I’m not the social type, never came across someone I’ve really loved, I think..”

“Ever had a boyfriend?” he asked, running his hand through his hair and repositioning himself in the red cushioned sofa he was previously laid out across, deciding to sit up and lean on his forearms. His face closer to yours now.

“Well... Yeah, I had one boyfriend, I was like 18, but I don’t think I felt something that deep for him” you said, suddenly not feeling ashamed of your lack of experience, probably because, once again, he had a very calming presence, and he looked very interested, something you wouldn’t expect in a million years.

“Tell me more,” he asked, licking his lips, and you chuckled.

“Well, he was a great guy, his name was Lucas and there’s really not much t-” “I want to know more about you, stupid, not about your ex,” he interrupted and your eyes were once again, exaggeratedly widened. He giggled, covering his eyes with his hand “Loosen up, I’m just trying to get to know you.”

“Um... There’s nothing to know,” you muttered and Jungkook smiled

“Tell me something, anything... I don’t usually take girls on dates so you have to make it worth something,” he muttered

“Doesn’t I being here make it worth enough?” you asked teasingly, trying to pretend to be offended. The real intention was obviously dodging the attention from you.

But Jungkook had to catch up.

“Of course it does, but it’ll all go away if I get out of here not knowing a thing about you besides your name,” he stated.

“Well my name’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’m 21, studying medicine with Jimin. I had a huge crush on Jimin before you. I liv-”

“Before me?” he asked suddenly, an indicator of what could be a huge mocking grin on his face

“U-um” you stuttered and Jungkook laughed. “Well y-yeah, I guess...”

“Am I your new crush Y/N?”

You blushed and let out a loud grunt. “Stop talking, Jungkook!”

“Okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear this and you can go on with your oral presentation,” he teased and you sent him a glare.

“You know what? I’m going to the bathroom,” you said and he chuckled

“You sure need some cold water, your cheeks look red.”

[You, 8:04 PM] - Jimin!

[Chim, 8:05 PM] - Is everything ok?

[You, 8:05 PM] - Besides the fact that I just told him I have a crush on him, yeah... Everything’s going smoothly :)

[Chim, 8:06 PM] - WJWIH YOU TOLD HIM THAT?

[Chim, 8:06 PM] - Don’t worry too much, if he didn’t leave after that he probably thinks you’re hot.

[You, 8:06 PM] -I’m pretty sure he doesn’t :(

[Chim, 8:07 PM] - Wash your face and get out of the bathroom, if he’s still waiting for you, he thinks you’re hot.

[You, 8:07 PM] - Are u sayin’ there’s a possibility that he left?

[Chim, 8:07 PM] - GO Y/N!

You placed your phone in the counter and looked yourself in the mirror, sighing and just as you were about to wash your face a notification sound, that you found particularly familiar, ringed.

[Jungkook, 8:09 PM] - Are you still alive?

So he thought you were hot, according to Jimin.

But, after you ignored his text and washed your face, reapplying a bit of mascara and a thin layer of foundation - you’ve never been a type to use too much make-up - you got out of the bathroom and found Jungkook talking to a girl, a young blonde and absolutely gorgeous girl whom you recognized her from campus.

“I’m back,” you said, sitting down in front of Jungkook but your eyes were directed to the girl who was now looking back at you, a not very nice look on her eyes.

“I’m glad,” Jungkook answered, discretely sending you a playful gaze. “Y/N, this is Lisa, a friend of mine. Lisa, this is Y/N, she’s a friend too”

You looked at Jungkook and redeemed yourself to a simple nod. You really couldn’t expect anything but that.

“Hi!” you greeted the girl, a nice smiled placed on your lips. Despite the very friendly voice you used and the pleasing smile, she hummed and sent Jungkook one very nasty look. You raised your brows and Junkook chuckled.

“Is she the next one on your list?” she asked, annoyance very remarkably present in her voice tone.

“Lisa please, not here. Can we not talk about that now?” he gave her the prettiest begging eyes you’d ever seen and in that moment you stopped seeing the funny and charming man you had been hanging out with the whole night. It was clearer now that in any other moment why everyone knew about him on campus and held a very infamous fuckboy reputation against him. You knew that if you stood up and got the hell out of that diner, he wouldn’t go after you. He’d probably rather take Lisa home and have a good night of delight with her. “I’ll call you later,” he stated and you looked at him again, taken aback by the flirty voice he was using in front of you, shamelessly directing it to another girl.

“When can you come over to my place?” she asked, her voice suddenly so much softer and her eyes free from any anger that could be left.

Smooth-talker.

“I’ll let you know when I’m free,” he smiled at her and she hummed. A flirty hum, which you found extremely annoying.

“Ok, I’m going then,” she said finally and smiled back at him. Walking away after sending you on last noxious stare, to which, you shamefully tore you eyes away from, directing them to Jungkook’s, that were once again fixed on you. You sent him a questioning look, but he kept on staring as if that hadn’t been just your date audaciously flirting with someone else, in front of you.

“What was that?”

“What?”

You tilted your head to the side, a bored look on your eyes and he sighed.

“Just ignore that, she’s just a friend,” he muttered and you looked down to your hands. Suddenly his tattoed hand came into your field of vision, taking a hold of your left hand. You relaxed, instantaneously.

“Everything fine?” he asked

And that was your turn to hum.

Smooth-talker.

13th march, 2023

[Jungkook, 5:56 PM] - So... What do you think? Do I get a second date or...

[You, 6:00 PM] - You haven’t really let me have my full week of not hearing your voice :(

You were texting Jungkook... Again.

You two had been texting since the date. He took you home and - as requested by you - sent you a message when he got home, just to guarantee that he wouldn’t have an ugly accident and die just because of you.

[Jungkook, 6:01 PM] - Why are you pretending i’m a pain in your ass, princess?

And he insisted on using the nickname.

[Jungkook, 6:01 PM] - Jimin’s my best friend if you didn’t notice

[Jungkook, 6:02 PM] - He already told me you love me :)

[You, 6:02 PM] - I do not!

[Jungkook, 6:02 PM] - He also told me you were freaking out in the bathroom when you told me about your huge crush on me

You looked over at Jimin, sitting next to you. His eyes focused on the last class you two would be attending that day, microbiology. Your hands were covered from the professor’s view under the table. All that to be able to talk to Jungkook. Jimin had noticed this and somehow he hadn’t hysterically screamed at you. Yet. “Jimin, you’re a dead man.” You whispered so that only he could hear you, in a room full of focused students.

“What?” He looked at you confused, his brows furrowed. When you were ready to explain to him the reason behind your angry eyes, you felt the mobile in your hands vibrate twice again and quickly disguised your attention from your friend to your hands.

[Jungkook, 6:03 PM] - If it makes you feel any better...

[Jungkook, 6:03 PM] - I told him about my crush on you too ;)

[Jungkook, 6:04 PM] - So... second date?

The casualty. The freaking casualty. You looked over at Jimin again, your cheeks flushed but the anger in your eyes was nowhere to be found. He raised his brows, questioning you.

“Forget it,” you smiled at him and he chuckled.

[You, 6:05 PM] - K

[Jungkook, 6:06 PM] - ;)

[You, 6:07 PM] - Fuck you :(

[Jungkook, 6:08 PM] - Yeah, later ;)

You slapped your phone on the table, blushing heavily, and Jimin looked at you wide-eyed, a slight smirk on his lips. He knew his best friend and he knew you. He knew that this reaction, coming from you, could only be related to one topic. You tried to ignore his teasing stare for the rest of the class and pay attention to the actual theory your professor was busy reciting.

Your mind was still stuck in Jungkook’s answer, though.

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backtobackbakubabe · 5 years ago

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Baby its Cold Outside (PART 11)

Bakugo x Reader

It’s never too late to go back to school

Words: 2720

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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Due to your current condition hero work was just not a thing anymore. And you’d be damned if you ended up as someones secretary. So that’s how you ended up here at UA attending a meeting with All Might and and Principle Nezu.

There wasn't exactly a spot open on the teaching staff. You werent exactly qualified either. But after all your work with Dylan you thought maybe you had some unique insight on how you could push your quirk and applying it in other ways.

You really wanted this job but you didn't want to come across as desperate. It had only been about a week since you and Bakugo found out you were pregnant and you hadn’t told anyone yet. You knew you would have to tell them though and you just hoped it wouldn't be a deal breaker.

“So Y/n” All Might took his seat as he addressed you, “Why do you want to be a teacher at UA? Hero work not what you thought it was going to be?”

You tried not let your emotions show on your face. You assume he's talking about when you were shot a few months back. They probably think you’re looking to retire from hero work.

“Well I dont think it’s ever what anyone expects if we’re being honest. Sure we’re told it’ll be dangerous and it’ll be hard but we’re never told about how gritty it can get. But no I wouldn't say that’s why I’m here. In fact I cant think of anything more heroic than helping the next generation grow to be the best heros they can be.”

Principle Nezu spoke up, “I couldn't have said that any better myself dear y/n. Teaching is very rewarding in its own way. But it also has its challenges. Students can be quite stubborn, disobedient, or emotional sometimes. They are children after all. Are you equipped to deal with such challenges?”

You refrained from scoffing instead giving him a soft smile, “With all due respect sir. I live with Bakugo Katsuki and I think we know he is all three of those things you just mentioned.”

He nodded and took a sip of his tea, “Yes I remember... Very passionate that one. So aside from your desire to help and your plethora of patience, what do you have to offer UA?”

You took in a deep breath, “Well ever since my accident I’ve been working with a quirk trainer and she has taught me to look at quirks in a new light. Sure by the time most students reach UA they usually have a pretty decent understanding of what their quirks are but I want them to look beyond their basic applications. I want to teach them to push themselves and to look beyond their known limits and find all the many ways they can apply themselves.”

All Might smiled, “Ah yes I heard about all of your new tricks. As someone who was once your teacher I can say that I never would have thought they were possible. I took your quirk for what it was a face value and didn't think to try to expand beyond that.”

Principle Nezu nodded, “Yes but as impressive as that is I don’t believe you ever truly answered why you want to retire from hero work? You said why you wanted to teach, but a lot of our teaching staff also still work as heros. You have expressed a desire to be a full time teacher. Why is that?”

Alright this was it. You knew you had to tell them. It was only ethical but you had just wanted to keep it a secret for a little longer. “Well there has been a recent development that I believe would hinder my ability to preform to the best of my ability...”

All Might sighed, “Are you referring to your injury a few months back?”

You assumed Midoriya had told his mentor all about that night. You could see in All Might’s eyes that he knew how traumatic it must have been. “Actually no although I can understand why that is what you would assume.” You took a moment to collect your thoughts. “As you both know Bakugo and I have been dating for a better part of a year now. And although we haven't told anyone yet... so we would appreciate your discretion... but we’re.. well more specifically I... am uh... pregnant...”

It was the first time you had said the words out loud to someone other than Bakugo and it just felt weird, but in the best way possible.

All Might slammed his cup of tea on his desk. “I wasn’t expecting that! Oh my goodness congratulations! I am so very happy for you! I promise we won't tell a soul!” His emotions caught you off guard, “I apologize for my outburst but you guys where my first round of students and in a way I think of you like my children.. and to think one, NO TWO of them are having a baby... TOGETHER! Oh it’s just all so overwhelming!”

Principle Nezu put a hand on All Mights shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. “Well seeing as you answered all of our questions better than most other faculty members here, I would think its safe to say that we could find a position here for you. Temporarily of course should you choose to return to hero work once the child is born.”

You shot straight up out of your chair, “Thank you sir! You have no idea how much this means to Bakugo and I!” You bowed, “I promise I will not disappoint you!”

He giggled, “You never have before, so I don’t know why you would start now.”

The second you stepped through the door to your home Bakugo was there sweeping you up into a hug and carrying you to the couch like the idiot he is, “I can walk you know! Put me down you caveman!”

He plopped down on the couch with you in his lap, “Can’t a guy be nice to his pregnant girlfriend?”

You gave him a shit eating grin, “Well seeing as most boyfriends wait to carry their girlfriends over the threshold until after they're married...”

He narrowed his scarlet eyes at you, “And you say I’m impatient.” He clearly didn't want to talk about it right now because before you could push him on it he changed the subject, “SO! How did the interview go? Did you get the job?”

His hands were starting to rub soothing patterns on your thigh. You knew he wanted you to get this job. Shit he probably wanted you to get it more than you did. It was also no secret that he would totally be okay if you stayed there after the baby was born and just made it your new profession.

“Well I had my interview with Principle Nezu and All Might. We had tea, it was lovely. It didn't last very long though, I’d say probably only about fifteen minutes or so. They both say Hi by the way. And congratulations, I felt like it was only responsible to tell them but they promised they wouldn't tell any-”

“Did you fucking get the job or not?! Just spit it out!”

You loved how easy it was to get under his skin, “You know once this kid pops out you're going to need to learn some patience. Kids love to tell long and pointless stories. They’re all long middles with no beginning and no end.”

“Ugh much like this conversation! Just tell me already! I’ve been anxious all fucking day!”

You gave him a small smirk, “Yes babe, I got the job.”

He crushed his lips to yours, “Fuck yeah! That’s my girl! You’re going to be the most badass teacher at UA! You won't take shit from any of those snot nosed kids.”

You cocked and eyebrow at him, “I believe you were once one of those snot nosed kids babe...”

He laughed, “Yeah and look at me now! A functioning member of society all because of you.”

You just rolled your eyes, “Says the guy who just yesterday yelled at Zuko, who is a dog by the way, because you didn't like his tone?”

He huffed, “Well yeah! He was arguing with me when I was trying to get him to go outside while it was raining! He needs to man up and pee in the rain! Kids are different they know better and talk shit anyways!”

You chuckled, “Speaking of kids remember we have that dinner with Dylan and her family tonight.”

He gripped you tighter and groaned, “Ugh do we have to? I kind of wanted to celebrate your new job... you know sans clothing.”

“As tempting as that sounds how about we celebrate, you know with clothes on first? Then when we get home we’ll revisit the naked option?”

He whined, “But you’re always so tired! Not that I’m complaining you're literally growing a whole ass human but I miss our sexy time!”

You gave him a weird look, “Did you really just say sexy time? You’ve been spending too much time with Denki.”

“Dont you dare compare me to that degenerate pervert!”

You laughed as you stood up and headed towards the bedroom, “Whatever you say babe. I’m going to get ready, she said to be there by 5. I’ll lay out an outfit for you.”

He grumbled as he followed you, “I can pick out my own clothes you know.”

You rolled your eyes, “A black t-shirt and sweatpants are not appropriate attire for dinner.”

“UGH! FINE!”

And that's how you showed up to dinner with an irritable Katsuki because you made him wear a nice button down shirt with khakis. “Who am I? Jake from fucking state farm? What if we run into a villain? I can’t work in khakis.”

“Well its a good thing we have today off then. No villains to fight.” You gave his hand a squeeze. Now remember her kid is like obsessed with Ground Zero so... try to play nice.”

He scoffed as he reached out to ring the doorbell, “Okay Mom...”

Next thing you know the door is being ripped open by girl who couldn't have been older than 6. She was wearing a Ground Zero t-shirt and her hair was pulled into two tight black ponytails. She stared straight in Katsuki's eyes for a few seconds before she whispered, “Hi Mr. Zero. Did you know you could use your quirk to turn your hands into guns?”

Bakugo gave you a weird look and you just shrugged, “Huh?”

“Kitty! What did we talk about?” Dylan was now standing behind her daughter looking angry.

“Asking permission before reading someones quirk?”

“Exactly now say you’re sorry.”

Kitty looked up at your boyfriend with the most epic puppy dog eyes you had ever seen and you could Bakugo melting on the spot, “I’m sorry Mr. Zero. Please forgive me”

You could tell Bakugo was freaked out so you gave him an encouraging nudge, “Uhh. yeah whatever. dont worry about it shrimp.”

Her eyes lit up, “MOM! DID YOU HEAR THAT HE CALLED ME SHRIMP!” She was now tugging on Dylans sleeve.

Dylan gave you an apologetic look, “Sorry she’s just really excited. We’ve talked about our manners for a good part of the day but it seems thats all gone out the window.” She started leading you to the diner table, “I heard you like spicy food so I’ve made spicy pad thai. I hope that’s okay.”

You could just feel the heartburn now but you didn't want to be rude and you knew Bakugo would love it.

You took your seat next to Bakugo and being the caveman he is he immediately started eating without waiting for anyone else. “I apologize Dylan. You see we had the same talk about manors on the way here but it looks like he wasn’t listening either.”

Kitty leaned over to Bakugo and whispered, “Is your mommy as strict as my mommy?” It took a few seconds to realize she was referring to you but when he did he lost it. He started laughing louder than you had ever herd him laugh, well at least while he’s sober.

He put a hand on your thigh, “She is a mommy but she’s not my mommy even though she may act like it sometimes.” He chuckled and gave your thigh a squeeze, “But believe me she can be a pain in the a- neck sometimes.”

You elbowed him in the side,”Watch your language.”

He looked offended, “Hey I caught myself didn't I?” He turned back to Kitty, “See this is what I’m talking about. She’s being mean to me and I didn't even do anything.”

Dylan gave you a wide eyed expression, “I’m sorry did he just say you’re a mommy?”

You sighed as you slapped him on the back of the hat, “Yes. He did. I was going to tell you tonight anyways but I guess the cat is out of the bag. I won't be able to keep training with you seeing as we are expecting.”

Even though you just hit him, he still had a super goofy grin on his face as he leaned over and put a hand on you stomach. “Yeah so Kitty if you ever see her scolding me it’s just because she's practicing to be a mommy, she’s not really being mean.”

Kitty’s eyes went to where his hand was on your stomach, “OH MY GOSH! THERE’S GOING TO BE A BABY GROUND ZERO!”

Dylan shot daggers at her daughter, “Kitty inside voice please and please whatever you do don’t tell any of your friends school. This is top secret okay? Do you understand?”

She just grinned and nodded her head before whispering something in Bakugo’s ear that made him laugh. Well you guess he had a new friend now.

The rest of the night was basically just Bakugo playing with Kitty while you and Dylan talked about pregnancy. It was nice to be able to talk to someone about it. She was very excited about your new job and promised she would continue to help you anyway she could.

Only after Bakugo had thoroughly worn Kitty out after a game of heros and villains did he return to the adults. “Hey Dylan what did Kitty mean earlier when she said I could use my hands as guns?”

Dylan stared into his eyes for a moment and you could see the chilling affect it had on him. “Much like how guns use very small explosions to propel their bullets, if done correctly you could potentially pick up debris, rocks, or small objects and explode them from your hand much like a gun. It would be a smaller and quieter alternative to the explosions you’re prone to using. Feel free to stop by the gym sometime and maybe we can figure it out”

He stared at his hands, “Huh... I just might take you up on that.”

Later that night you were walking up the walkway to your home when Katsuki snaked his arms around your waste, “Hey so what do you say? Did I behave myself well enough to earn a little dessert?”

His mouth was on your neck as you fished for your keys in your purse, “I’d say so.. Mr. Zero.”

You could feel his smile on your neck, “That brat was adorable wasn’t she?”

You finally got the door open, but you froze, “Hey Katsuki? I thought you left a light on for Zuko?”

He stepped infant of you protectively, “I did.. someones been in the house...”

“SURPRISE!”

The lights were flicked on and everyone was coming out from their hiding spots. The poor couch Midoriya had been hiding behind had a light singe from where Bakugo had shot at it. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EXTRAS DOING IN MY HOUSE!”

All Might stepped out from the kitchen rubbing his neck, “That would be my fault. I know I promised I wouldn't tell anyone but... I kind of told everyone. I’m SORRY!”

Kirishima was running over towards you, “Holy SHIT! I can't believe this is happening! I’m going to be an uncle!”

Katsuki gave him a death glare, “I gave you a key for EMERGENCIES ONLY DAMNIT!”

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Nantes Meeting

Who: @duchess-katarin-lemeur @emery-sutherland, @camille-laubert @armel-lemuer @simeonleguen @gxmer-ami @madeline-lupu @adelaidelibrarymaid @simeonleguen @juno-bouchard @resolutexsarai @cristian-capulet @stargazingalexei @micaiai-lemeur @oliviaxstephan @chloemoigne-ofnantes @ivy-muir When: Wednesday, February 19th Where: House of Nantes Chateau Why: Katarin calls for the House to work out their cause and event for the Aribiter’s challenge. All did not go well.

Kat was grateful to have the support of every member of her House. They may not all be blood related but were all family. “Everyone, thank you for coming to the Chateau this evening. It has been a bit delayed but here we are. You all know the arbiter has put forth a challenge. This is something I cannot do on my own. Though I do have an idea of what our House can do. As champions of knowledge, I propose we look towards the youth of Breton, specifically in the area of STEM education. Your thoughts?”

“A bit dull don’t you think?” Camille sighed. “Are we planning to raise money so they can build bridges? Surely there is something more exciting. At least teach them the value of money and make my job easier in years to come.”

Juno pushed a hand through her hair before pushing up her black framed glasses to rest on her forehead, ones that she always wore to meetings. She knew she had a mountain of work waiting for her, but she was loyal enough to her house to help and attend the dinner. “Youth are the best bet of course” she mused “But maybe raising money for something that others won’t see coming from us, something to make us stand out a little more. I have always loved something with a more practical approach, perhaps skill sets for the real world of work experience. It could bring in the idea of teaching the value of money, as put by Camille” she said with a small gesture to the other.

"'Practical' is so relative. Our House is literally focused on technology; it would seem weird if our charity focus was outside of that." Ami furrowed their brow, not quite sure what the goal was. "But if we wanted something creative or out of the box, maybe we can look into tinkering with VR and creating a system that can help patients with therapy, physical and mental." Running a hand through their hair, they also offered, "And of course if we need to raise funds or any sort of promotion, I'm happy to do a charity stream on my channel to boost the cause."

Morgan raised her hand, interjecting briefly. “I work with a lot of youth and I think a STEM education program would be fantastic. Inner cities lack a lot of funds and so a lot of children who wish to learn these things are unable to because of a severe lack of opportunity. Perhaps it’s not a creative approach, but I do believe it would be a very meaningful and impactful one.”

“Practical can come with technology, they can be paired?” Juno offered “Perhaps skills and experience with technology, there could be something there.” she then gave a purse of her lips, she was no tech wizard herself, but there was an ever growing use for it and it was true that Nantes was indeed focused on it. “But I do enjoy the idea of the VR, if it’s workable” she added, taking a sip of her drink and looking away thoughtfully, her gaze only coming back when Morgan spoke up.

“I think we need to narrow our focus a bit. There are many good ideas, the VR being one. That is something that we can do outside of this challenge. We have the resources for it.” Kat surveyed the room. “Let me be a bit clearer. We are going to focus on the youth of Breton for this challenge and I want it focused on STEM education. Now, what form that takes is what we are discussing. Though, Morgan, I do agree that we work with disadvantaged children. Providing opportunities is something that the entire family can do.”

Camille could see how this was going and it was clear most of it was going to be out with her skill set. Managing the money was where she would shine but that didn’t stop her voicing her opinions. “Giving disadvantaged children and their families an exciting opportunity is all well and good but it has to be something that actually achieves something. No point letting them build a roller coaster and ride it then sending them home with nothing but memories. At least building bridges would stop them getting their feet wet and teach them some life skills.”

Cristian jotted down each of the comments into the meeting's notes for the evening, knowing Her Grace would want to review everything after no doubt. He couldn't help his irritation though, even not as a blood member of the house. 'All of these ideas regarding youth are excellent, but Camille I think it goes without further stating if you're only going to bring negativity to the table, you're more than welcome to leave. Nobody is forcing you to be here and we need to be working together positively contributing ideas in order to further Her Grace’s as well as the house’s positive image in the community."

Sarai cleared her throat; she agreed with Cristian’s comment, but preferred discussions that were a little calmer. Or not to be involved in the discussion; she’d have been just as happy at home, but the support was necessary. “I believe the experience of a STEM project is, in itself, a valuable one for the children. Particularly those from a disadvantaged background. We want to see more young people involved in those areas, and they’ll need a place to get started. Perhaps the library could be utilised in the research aspect?”

Micaiai was considering all of the options, his brow pulling together, “We could always bring some resources from the family together and start something that would be reoccuring rather than a one off. Take it beyond the challenge and make it something of our own. That way it is not only an important task for the children but also something that could eventually help us train future workforces. That is vitally important.”

Armel had been quiet for most of the dinner; he wasn’t much for making plans and preferred to just open up his checkbook and make things happen. But after rolling his eyes for the hundredth time, he felt he couldn’t be silent any longer. “Must everything be all about the children?” he asked, surveying the room. “You,” he began, lazily gesturing to Sarai. “You’ve got a good point about the library - I feel like we should look into extending a wing or opening one of our own for the public, with resources for all ages. Perhaps we could offer certification courses for adults. We could make it a non-profit institution and even petition the other families to make donations in the future. When Katarin is elected Queen, they’ll be clamoring for her support anyway.”

Emery sat quietly, listening to everyone discuss their various opinions. Unable to voice anything solid as this seemed to be outside of her expertise. Working with children, that was something that she could support. She had dedicated her life to helping children, but she could only sit patiently and see if something would inevitably come up in which she could actually assist. It was difficult to voice an opinion surrounded by people she hardly knew, or didn’t really know at all, and wanted to make sure that when she gave her input, it was something of value.

"I'm worried that if we open an extended wing or something in a building and we plaster our name on it, it might gives us a bad look; it might come across as us trying to do good by simply throwing money around." Morgan grew a little frustrated with the discussion and wanted to focus the conversation back into helping those at a disadvantage. As someone who grew up with next to nothing, it was important to her to give back and help as much as she could. "I do like the idea of possibly offering certification courses, but I'm more in line with supporting an outreach program that gives children a chance to gain a STEM education."

Until now Chloe had watched everything silently. She wasn’t the type to interject often, but for the sake of Kat she would speak up at least once or twice during the meeting. “I have to say, a STEM program in school would have meant the world to me when I was younger. I needed that place to express myself and didn’t really have it. I can’t even count the amount of times I shoved into lockers because I would rather be reading a book or working on my laptop. Shedding a positive light on that could really help teens and younger kids.”

Adelaide finally spoke up. All of the opinions had been moving so quickly before, but if she didn’t speak up at all, she knew she would regret it. “Would it be impossible to combine them? There are several branches to the Public Library throughout the city, including in the more disadvantaged areas. If we provide the funds for them to expand, we could include as a condition that one area of that expansion in each is a place for students to run STEM experiments and a staff member to provide support and education. That way we don’t have to start the outreach from scratch and it would have more longevity than a standalone program.”

Camille folded her arms at Cristian’s comments and muttered to herself under her breath. Glaring at the man for a moment she turned her attention back to the discussion, cheering up considerably as others were going along the same line of thought. “Exactly,” she said to Adelaide, shooting a smug expression across to Cristian. “It needs to have a clear purpose and last, not just an overnight one off event.”

Ivy raised her hand timidly, rather overwhelmed at even being at such a big house event. “If we can target young teens, say from around eleven to fourteen then that’s the point people are beginning to make their first decisions. Show them the benefits of STEM education and as Chloe has already said, let them know that there are all these paths out there. If they don’t get the chance to experience and find out about things when they are young they might miss out on the chances when they get older.”

“Sounds like putting these ideas together might be the best approach. It lets us focus on the strengths of the ideas we want,” Ami commented as they ripped off a sheet of paper from a notepad. “But seriously, if video games are involved, count me in. Kids love video games and video games can totally be educational.” They let someone else take over the conversation while they crumpled up the paper from earlier, and when the Duchess wasn’t looking, threw it at Camille. Stifling a small chuckle, they mouthed, “Stop pouting,” before paying attention to whoever was speaking next.

Madeline had been slightly late to the dinner due to an emergency, but by listening to the others, she had a decent idea as to what was going on. She always could get behind an idea that focused on the children, but the bickering over how exactly to implement it was bothering her. “If I may, why are we the ones deciding what is best for the children? This is our event, but it is clear that we all wish for them to be the ones to benefit as well as the community at large. I think that we should allow them to tell us what they want within reason. Perhaps involve the librarians, teachers, and members of the community. We might be surprised as to what they come up with. Besides if we hold a symposium of sorts for the community that we wish to help, it will foster a sense of comradery and excitement about the prospects.” She cleared her throat, looking around at the others. “Or not. It’s just an idea.”

Juno had taken to simply allowing the others to speak. The blonde was distracted and it was likely obvious she knew she'd likely be questioned on it at a later date, her gaze scanned the room as others began to speak "I'm always willing to go with a majority in regards to the STEM, I believe this whole task is to show our House's problem solving above everything. So we may have to agree to disagree in many respects. I'm just happy to help in whatever way I can really" She murmured, perking when she heard an idea. "An open forum" she nodded as Madeline spoke, agreeing with the idea, her finger drawing around the rim of her glass as she thought.

Olivia didn’t usually feel comfortable speaking up at things like this since she didn’t grow up in Breton, but since children were involved, she felt rather inclined, “As someone who does have a child...I actually do agree with Madeline as well. I think it could be a good idea to involve the ones we’re aiming to help. Children like being involved, and in turn the parents of those children do want what’s best for them. Maybe we can narrow it down to a few final choices that we can all agree on and then let the community decide on the final decision. I think they would like that we took their opinions into consideration since, like Madeline said, just because we might think something is useful, doesn’t necessarily make it true.”

Kat listened to the back and forth calmly, pleased with the ideas but not entirely pleased with the behavior. They were supposed to be working together. She cleared her throat and spoke again. “First, cousin,” she said, directing her gaze to Armel. “In this case, yes, this is all about the children. It may be cliche but they are the future of Breton and Nantes can make its greatest impact through them.” She paused, tapping her nails on the wooden table. “This is what I am hearing. There is a concern that this will be a one off event. This was never my intention. I want something lasting and sustainable. I agree with Morgan that we must consider those children that are at risk or at a disadvantage due to their station. As far as having community input, I agree. Though I would propose we start with the schools before going right to the population at large. They are the most informed on what our children need. So, how can we best support making sure STEM education is accessible to every child in Breton. I propose starting with the schools in Vannes. We ask our educators what they need. At the elementary level, maybe we start a mentorship/sponsorship program providing schools what they need. For older students, a scholarship program...as for the libraries, certainly they have the capability to be utilized in some form. Beyond what program we establish, we need to also plan an event to kick it off. Something that will raise funds and get our community involved. Ideas for that? And please remember we are working together, not against each other.”

Ami straightened up, having heard the tone carried out by the Duchess. Clearly they needed to take this more seriously, and they did really want to help out. "Again, not to be a broken record, but I really am happy to host a charity stream if we want to raise some funds. A lot of people will do 24-hour streams and I can ask some of my friends to help out and any of you all are also welcome to hop on," they explained. "I'm not too familiar with the school program here but I think a mentorship program is a super dope idea."

“One possibility for an event would be a charity auction? And the items could be lesson plans or supplies for different aspects of the STEM program. That way it would raise money, and it would be another way for the community to be involved in voting on what material they most want covered for the future of Vannes.” Adelaide proposed quietly. “But we can design the different items based on the feedback we get from schools, teachers, and parents so it would still put their voices first.” She had a few other ideas, but she rarely thought in terms of single events and it sounded like that was the option that needed to be nailed down first for the good of the family.

Juno couldn’t help but feel slightly satisfied at the point Kat made, about everyone needing to work together. She felt it had added onto her point about how the task had clearly been to test their ability on working together as a house. The Lawyer couldn’t help but sit a little smugly until she cleared her throat and took a drink of her water. The lawyer looked back to Kat, silent as she allowed others to speak, but more concerned for what she imagined was a fraying string of patience in the others mind from the bickering around them. The blonde nodded slowly as Adelaide spoke, at least making it look like she was taking in the point- a good one at that.

Simeon hadn’t meant to be late. He had gotten held up at work and then from there it had been awful getting there. Traffic and just general unluckiness. As he crept into the room, he gave an apologetic look to the blonde at the head of the table. “I’m sorry for being late, Kat--Uh… Katarin. Duchess.” Calling her anything but Kat was always weird to Simeon, but he didn’t want to disrespect her in front of the rest of the family. Moving to sit down beside Chloe, he swallowed hard before glancing at the younger woman. “Can you fill me in?” he asked quietly.

Armel rolled his eyes at the latecomer. “We’re doing a STEM program for the children.” He tried his best not to sound quite so dismissive of the idea, but well - he was skeptical. “It seems you all have this figured out without any additional input from me. Why don’t I leave everyone to it and Camille can inform me how many zeroes to put on the check. I’ve got a business to look after.”

Up until that point, Alexei had remained utterly quiet, sitting in the back corner and not sure that his input would have mattered all that much anyway. But when Armel spoke with such disinterest, he found himself letting out a sound of displeasure. “Sure, Armel-- Run off when it actually matters.” He found himself saying, though it was said lowly and could be easily missed.

Armel turned toward the direction of the voice, his brow raised. It was hard to hear what was said, but something said so soft could never be good. “Did you have something you care to say to me?” he asked the submissive, calmly folding his hands across his lap. “Please, do go on.”

Simeon swallowed hard, looking between Alexei and Armel. He didn’t… want people to fight. Not just because he didn’t do well in tense situations but also because they were literally supposed to be family. Maybe not by blood, but all united under one house. “Is there something wrong with helping children?” He piped up, feeling his heart thump a little like it did whenever he spoke in large groups. But he was hoping that Armel would just answer him and maybe not fight with Alexei.

Cristian gestured for Simeon to relax, turning to face Armel as he calmly spoke up. "The same offer goes for you, Sir. Everyone's contributing ideas right now and working together. If you insist on making everyone uncomfortable and not being willing to be an adult about this, you're welcome to see yourself out instead of wasting Her Grace's time.”

Alexei did his best to not make a scene, knowing full well the last thing he needed to happen was for a fight to break out. He was good at that-- but he was genuinely trying. He looked to Simeon and then to Cristian, glad that they seemed to be putting what he had been feeling in much more eloquent terms than he ever could. “I’m sure he’s got better things to do than be here.” Alexei said, knowing full well the dominant had heard what he’d said before. “We don’t want to bore the poor man with productive ideas.”

Cristian raised an eyebrow, turning to face Alexei, calmly adding, "I think enough has been said on this-- can we please refocus? Everyone?"

Kat, having watched the display, was far more angry than before. Standing, she looked towards the lot of them. “That is enough,” she declared, glaring at the room with an icy gaze. “This is meant to bring our house and Breton together. And while I am most appreciative of any support that gets me to the throne, I’m beyond disgusted that there seems to be no ability in this room to pull together.” Her gaze traveled over the assorted members of her family until it landed on her cousin. “Armel, if you do not wish to be here, leave. Your negativity regarding the direction I have determined that we will go is not appreciated nor needed. While your support is and will always be appreciated, it is clear you are far more interested in your business.” Having made that point, she looked around to the others. “If anyone else wishes to leave now, I suggest you do so before my patience wears thinner.”

The sudden voice of Kat ringing through the air had Alexei freezing slightly. He had planned to fall silent after what Cristian had said, but couldn’t help the glare he found himself shooting Armel. Alexei didn’t exactly have the patience for dominants like him, no matter how much he tried to hold his tongue. He looked to the duchess before his arms were crossing over his chest and he fell back into the silence he had been in. Back to the patient observer only.

Armel stood up from his chair, happy to be excused despite how furious his cousin was. She could be dealt with later - for now, he wanted out of this charade. “I’ll speak with you soon, cousin,” he said curtly. His eyes traveled across to Alexei and narrowed a bit; the submissive was on his radar now. He’d handle the disrespect later. “Do let me know how much will be needed.” With a final glower across the room, the dominant exited, glad to be on his way to the real business.

Simeon did not like hearing Kat get angry. He winced a little before his eyes dropped to the floor and he reached idly for the fork on the table just for something to fidget with. He sorely wished that he could speak up again, not that she needed him to come to her defense or to run her meeting--and he wouldn’t be able to anyway. Instead, he just went quiet and did his best not to call attention to himself. Tension was, in a word, the worst. And tension in Kat was something Simeon didn’t want to see at all. A frown settled on his face and he just shook his head to himself.

As Armel stormed off, leaving the meeting, Morgan was pretty glad to see him leave. While she didn't agree with everyone butting heads, especially when it resulted in the Duchess scolding everyone, it'll probably be easier to be productive now. "Okay, so regrouping. Our focus will be some sort of STEM-related educational outreach? And we also need a way to raise some money, right?" she asked, trying to break the momentary tension and to bring everyone back on track.

Micaiai trusted his sister to take care of the situation and instead remained as quiet support for her as she put the rest of the family in their place. He placed a hand on his sister’s arm after a moment, and gave her a small smile of support. “We will need to raise some money. I’m sure we can come up with a great campaign.” Straight back to business.

After filling Simeon in on what had happened thus far in the meeting, Chloe decided to sit back and simply observe. For a house that was supposed to be working together to get Kat chosen as queen, they were definitely struggling. “Armel could have been on to something. If we can get this program for the kids up and running, what do you think about having an offshoot in the future of teaching adults that have been disadvantaged skills like making a resume and working on a computer? That would be a good long term goal, and could go along with what he said about helping other ages too. Obviously it wouldn’t be a focus right now, but it would be something we can work towards.”

Camille was still annoyed after the way Cristian spoke to her and then, as far as she was concerned he was still trying to call the shots despite what the duchess had said to everyone. Watching Armel leave she barely heard what was heard next, her annoyance reaching boiling point. Pushing back her chair she stood up suddenly. Looking at Katarin Camille’s anger was evident in her voice,“This was supposed to be a meeting for Nantes to share ideas but since your new assistant seems to think he is the only voice that matters I will go and get on with far better things. It is clear he thinks he has all the answers anyway.” Looking right at the man she smirked, “Since my views and expertise are irrelevant in your eyes good luck with getting the charity status sorted on the accounts and the tax relief, I’m sure it will be easy peasy for someone of your calibre.” With that she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Adelaide was shocked at all of the behavior she was seeing, although she couldn’t help being a little awed by Kat. The Romanos never would have allowed such disrespect or lack of cohesion towards their Head of Houses at any time, let alone when something was so important. But she gathered her courage again, trying to help refocus the discussion back to the point so she wouldn’t have to sit through too many of these contentious gatherings. “If the charity auction idea doesn’t work, perhaps we could do something like a fair? Bring in different professionals in the STEM field to give lectures and demonstrations over the course of a day or a weekend, and people could buy tickets for individual speakers or the whole event. In between we could also have a lot of fun hands on activities for kids to get them excited about the possibility of more classes like this. That way we can keep the event tied to the charity itself.”

Micaiai stepped in then, his eyes looking far more angry than he usually looked. He eyed down the rest of his family, “If anyone else has an issue I would politely ask that they leave now and discuss it privately and respectfully with your Duchess.” He swallowed, fingers tapping down on the table. “Is that clear?”

Cristian bit his tongue, both embarrassed and appalled by Camille's response and childish exit, not understanding how in the world his request for peace and cooperation somehow came off as his voice being the only one that mattered or that he even had all the answers. He'd made a point to not make any suggestions, despite several coming to mind, since it wasn't his family and felt out of line. He merely had wanted everyone to feel encouraged to contribute and to keep a positive atmosphere, but apparently even that had backfired. He made a note to apologize to the Duchess after, once the family had dispersed. Versus chiming in at all, he kept his mouth shut and eyes on his computer the remainder of the meeting, lips curled into an embarrassed frown as he waited for the meeting to conclude.

Madeline rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. She was in awe of the Duchess for remaining so poised in the situation. She’d be having words with Alexei about what happened later, but that was hardly the issue at hand. “Just to clarify seeing as things got a bit… off topic. We are going to invest in an on-going STEM education project for the youth. It will start in Vannes and then move to the rest of Breton as a whole. In order to do this, we are going to enlist the help of the educators to find out what they need. The funds are going to be raised from an auction that Ami will stream in order to get to a wider audience.” She hoped that there would be peace for the rest of the meeting. “Does that sound about right to everyone?”

Kat was grateful to Madeline for summing up the majority of what had previously been said. “Yes, that is the gist. Though instead of an auction, I believe I prefer Adelaide’s idea for a fair. I think it involves more of the community and gives us a better opportunity to interact with the community at large.” She was beyond tired of trying to maintain the peace in her house and wanted to wrap this up. “Thank you for those that kept their heads and contributed well-thought out ideas. Your support is appreciated more than I can say. In the coming days I will meet with key people individually. I think there is more than enough work to be done that all will have a role.” Kat, looked around the room, managing a smile to those still at the table. “Do not let this evening weigh on your minds. We are a strong house with strong personalities. However, any future meetings of this nature will not be a repeat of this evening. Thank you all for attending. If you will excuse me, there are obviously things I must attend to.”

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fandomoniumflurry · 6 years ago

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An Amazing Cuddler

for @spnfluffbingo Square Filled: Bed sharing

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Sam x Reader

2k words. warnings: language, injury, normal Dean behavior, cuddling, Sam in a towel, liquor **not my gif**

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It was all cliche before you even walked out of the bar. The hunt was easy enough and yet you had still ended up injured. You had a limp and though you denied the help at first, as time went on and more drinks flowed through you, you accepted Sam’s offer to be your crutch. Which meant the giant was at your side every moment, making sure you didn’t put much weight on your bum leg and make sure that you didn’t fall over. When the youngest Winchester said he was going to go get us a motel, you agreed and gladly followed him, tucked into his side where it was warm. Of course Dean snagged himself a date for the night so he would be staying with said date. Which just left you and Sam for the whole night.

As if it couldn’t get any cheesier, it was pouring rain and the slow walk to the car got you both drenched from head to toe. Just to avoid any further romcom moments, you insisted you pay for the hotel room. The options were limited on rooms and things only seemed to go downhill from there. A single room. With one queen sized bed. For the two of you. Alone.

There were not many times that the two of you were alone together. You’d help on cases with both brothers from time to time then you would either go home to your somewhat normal life or at least get your own room. But since you got hurt, neither of the boys would let you out of their sight. The moment a blue eyed babe batted an eye at Dean though, you were pawned off onto his little brother. Not that you minded, you were grateful for Sam but in your present state you couldn’t help but feel like a burden.

Holding onto you and carrying the bags, the two of you only got wetter as you made the way to the room. The one bed seemed more daunting now that you were standing in the room with it and the object of your secret affection. You cursed the angry ghost bitch that caused this whole ordeal. The two of you stood there silently and awkward when the door closed behind you, neither of you sure what to do with yourself.

You were hyper aware of everything around you and with the exhaustion your body felt, you had to sit down in the creaky chair placed next to the window. Even though tired as all hell, you were wide awake and if you didn’t feel self conscious before in the presence of the younger Winchester, you definitely did now. He could be getting lucky with some barskank right now if he didn’t feel like he had to take care of you. As much as the thought of him with someone made your stomach uneasy, you still felt guilty for keeping him from a night of release.

You hadn’t realized that you had spaced out for so long until Sam’s fingers snapped in front of your face. You jolted and your wide orbs locked with hazel spirals that felt closer to your face than usual. He was crouched in front of you, his hands rested on the arms of your chair. There was concern etched on his face and it made his forehead wrinkled. His hair was still dripping, clinging to his face and neck. “You alright? Where did you go?” His question was soft and genuinely curious with no sign of disrespect in his warm smile.

“Guess I’m just tired.” You muttered, looking down at your scratched up fingers instead of his face.

“I was just saying that you can have first dibs on the shower.” A hot shower did sound nice and he chuckled when you let out an involuntary groan. “And I’ll let you have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Your eyes moved to look over his shoulder at the bland pink couch across the room. You scoffed a laugh and locked your eyes with his. “There is no way you’re going to get any sleep on that thing. It’s literally half your size. No, you can have the bed, I can sleep on the couch.” You made to push yourself from your seat but his hands pressed you back down by your shoulders.

He smiled with a light laugh and shook his head. “You paid for the room, you get the bed. Plus you’re hurt.” Your eyes narrowed at him but his decision was resolute and knowing him, nothing was going to change his mind. You sighed with defeat but crossed your arms over your chest and pouted like a petulant child to show your distaste for his choice. He laughed and gently patted your knee before standing up to his full height once more.

As he moved toward the closet on a search for extra sheets and blankets, you cast a glance at the bed. It was big enough and thought it didn’t look all that comfortable, it could do for a night. You rolled your eyes at yourself for even thinking about it. This wasn’t a romance novel or a poorly written fanfic. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. You knew that sharing a bed was an option the moment the attendant told you about the room. It couldn’t be helped. But you didn’t think it would actually come down to it.

Logically, it made perfect sense to just share the bed. You were two mature adults who could occupy the same space for just a night. It was a perfectly fine bed that could hold two full grown people. So why did the idea of having Sam sleeping next to you make you feel so nervous? Your hand swept over the pinkish colored blanket that hung off the side of the bed near you and your heart began to race as you drifted off again.

There was another snap, this time Sam was standing at the head of the bed snatching up the extra pillow and giving you an amused grin. “We could just both sleep on the bed.” You suggested before you really had any time to think about it. Clearly your tongue thought it knew better than your brain. Your face scrunched the minute you said it and Sam’s stunned face made the recommendation that much more humiliating. “I mean, there’s plenty of room and it’s warmer over here and you wouldn’t be hanging off of it or falling into the floor and-” You caught yourself babbling, gesturing and looking anywhere but at him as you tried to reason with the idea.

When your eyes came back to Sam, he was grinning, a faint blush on his cheeks. You couldn’t remember a time when you had ever seen Sam blush. But it was adorable and you couldn’t help the grin of your own. “What?”

“You’ve been thinking about that since we got here, haven’t you?” It was your turn to blush, your eyes dropping as you tucked loose wet hair behind your ears. “Me too.” He admitted and you looked up to catch the adoring gaze of the gentle giant. “I’m an amazing cuddler.” A comment which made the two of you laugh. Now that the invitation was out there and well received, the tension and awkwardness relaxed and there was only a comforting warmth between the two of you.

You hobbled to your feet as Sam put the pillow back on the bed and tossed the blanket he had retrieved from the closet onto the foot of the bed. You waved him off when he flinched at your wobbly motions but he nodded in understanding and let you make your way to the bathroom on your own. The bathroom was steamy and the mirror fogged by the time you were done with your shower. The heat of the water had relaxed your bones and the pressure massaged your sore muscles. By the time you were dried and dressed, you felt a million times better.

A shiver racked your body the moment the door opened, the atmosphere in the room a stark contrast to the humidity of the bathroom. Your hair was still tucked up in a towel but your body was covered by a large shirt that you had stolen from one of the brothers at one time or another and a pair of wore out flannel pajama bottoms. Your feet were bare and that made you shiver more as you darted across the thin carpet to get to the bed as quick as you could. Sam laughed at you, getting him a pillow thrown at him before you cocooned yourself in the thread bare sheet and scratchy blanket.

“Did you at least save me some hot water?” Sam asked with mock annoyance, tossing the pillow back on his side of the bed. You shrugged with a light giggle before shifting to get comfortable on your side. Sam grinned warmly and after grabbing his toiletry bag, disappeared into the bathroom with a gag that made you laugh.

Your eyes closed and you tried to fall asleep but thinking about the man that lay just behind a simple wooden door, wet and naked, large hands scrubbing his toned body, water sliding over every firm muscle and dripping from his long thick hair, a shiver ran through your body again that wasn’t from a chill. The moment you heard the water shut off, you were aware that in just a matter of minutes, the giant would be walking out to climb into the bed beside you and it was hard not to be excited.

The steam and light silhouetted the man as the door began to open and your mouth went dry. He came out with a towel around his waist, another towel being rubbed through his disheveled hair. Your eyes couldn’t help but roam over his lean tanned frame. The thin strip of fabric left little to the imagination. When your eyes lifted, you met his and you squeaked involuntarily at the realization that you had been caught. He was smirking before but now his eyes practically glowed.

You tried to close your eyes and roll onto your other side to avoid the intensity of his gaze but you could still feel the weight of it on your back. Jolts of electricity sparkled up and down your spinal cord as you listened to him shuffle through his bad and dressed himself. You swallowed hard when the lights shut off and darkness fell before the blanket covering you lifted to let in cool air that caused more goosebumps which were already to the point of painful. The bed dipped and you had to hold onto the edge of the bed to keep from rolling back into the weight that settled onto the other side.

There was silence for a while, both of you stiff and uncomfortable in the positions you had decided on. The sound of your breathing seemed harsh and louder than intended and you were sure that your heart was loudest of all. After what felt like an eternity, the bed shook as Sam shifted behind you. You nearly leapt from your skin when his arm fell over your middle and he pulled you back against his chest. You held your breath making your ears ring and your head grow dizzy. You felt his chin rest on your shoulder, his hot breath tickling your ear and making your body quake.

You knew at any moment you could just pass out. He was warm and softer then you had imagined and as you began to relax, you folded into him perfectly. Your legs moved to tangle with his and you wrapped your hands around his that rested against your stomach. When you finally just let it happen, you had never felt more content or peaceful.

“I wasn’t lying. I’m an amazing cuddler.” You giggled at his words then sighed when he left a light kiss behind your ear. “Get some rest.” You were already drifting off by the time he said goodnight, your reply a whispered mumble before you were out like a light.

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goddessofroyalty · 6 years ago

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(part 1) do u think anakin would go thru postpartum depression? i imagine his delivery to be pretty bad, like he had to be stitched up after he got 3rd degree tears & he had postpartum bleeding + incontinence for a WHOLE month afterwards so that sucks and on top of that he can’t sleep uninterrupted cos he has to breastfeed two babies like every two hours because they have different feeding times.

(part 2)He’s also the one doing most of the chores and taking care of the babies (changing diapers, bathing, attending to them when they’re crying etc.) because obi-wan and padme are just too busy & come home v late. poor anakin is just exhausted.

(part 3) Also, he used to have a pretty fit body before pregnancy so he would feel sad over the loss of that. His belly is slowly contracting back from being over-extended but there’s still that stubborn belly fat that won’t go away and he wants to cry (because society places so much pressure on fitting its narrow ideals of beauty).

(part 4)So when the twins are sleeping he orders McDonald’s and gorges on criss-cut fries with cheese sauce and chicken nuggets. Oh, he also has pretty bad diastasis recti so he can’t work out for a few months until they have healed, not that he has the time or energy to anyway. He has anaemia because of the bleeding so he feels extra tired all the time.

(part 5) 0/10 he hates having to go through pregnancy (even though he loves his two small babies very much) and two children is enough he is never going through all that ever again, after experiencing first-hand how much pregnancy can wreck one’s body.

(answer under cut)

Okay so I’m startingthis response with an answer to the first question “do I think Anakin would gothrough post-partum depression” and then going on to actually responding.Because, of course, what I personally think doesn’t actually matter the idea isa valid one. Just I feel like I need to state my reasons for my opinion becauseit’s based on a lot of stuff that interests me.

Because personally – Idon’t think he would. And my reasoning for it is a combination of his childhoodand his values. Because Anakin grew up in the slave-quarters of Tatooine andthat means he would have at least a vague awareness that childbirth is notalways some easy task. He would be very aware that childbirth and complicationsfrom it can kill. There is no way to protect him from that knowledge no matterhow much Shmi may want to (if she would want to) because people they knew wouldhave died from childbirth itself or the complications of it. The thing is theslave culture of Tatooine, for better or worse and as accurate as it may be, seemsto be one with a mentality of getting the work done. Sure they don’t like beingheld at literal bomb-in-neck-point to get their work done but the only otheroption is to be killed so no matter how much it sucks you just get on with it.And Anakin in a lot of ways shows he picked up this mentality – yeah he’sFALLING APART for like most of the Clone Wars but at no point does he really go“you know what I’m tapping out. I’m done. Fuck you all.” And he could – leave theorder and go be Padme’s trophy-husband. But he doesn’t – and whether it’sbecause of loyalty to the Jedi, the Republic, or his mother’s wants for him itdoesn’t matter. There is work to be done and he’s going to do it. Finally there’salso the fact that because of his background he doesn’t have the same weight onbeauty-standards. He doesn’t care if he looks good or not so long as his bodyis still able to do what he needs it to then that’s all that really matters.

And then you have to considerhow much Anakin desperately desperately cravesa family and, again, multiple times shows that he’ll throw EVERYTHING away ifit means he can keep them safe. He doesn’t care what it costs him or how muchit harder it makes his life – he wants this and puts so much weight on it thathe’s okay with that. More than okay, ecstatic.

Of course ALL OF THATdoesn’t matter. Partially because this is based on my experiences andbackground (my mother had a difficult birth with both me and my sister and mysister was apparently the worst babyby accounts of everyone who knew her at the time (screamed constantly, didn’tfeed well, got sick within a month of being born) and my mother often says ifit wasn’t for how much she wanted children she probably would have wanted tokill her and yet she went out of her way to have me) and someone else without myexperience and background will come to a completely different but equally validconclusion. Partially because depression doesn’t really care if you have everyreason in the word to not be it, you’ll still be in.

Now back on topic.

I will stand by I don’tthink Anakin would get the depression because of how bad the birth is. I justfeel like that would be the thing he’d put weight on once he’s in the depressedstate. The fact that he’s feeling isolated and overwhelmed isn’t causing him tofeel like crap but it sure as hell isn’t HELPING. It’s just making his shitmental state more shit – like a horrible spiral of bleh.

Because I mean Anakinprobably has been dealing with on-and-off depression for most of his life. Buthe has coping mechanisms (healthy or not is a different question). And it’sthose mechanisms he’s cut off from in being unable to get up and tinker withdroids or spar or doing anything physical. Without them he doesn’t know how todeal with his depression and it just fucks him up worse.

So he doesn’t want to havemore kids because he doesn’t want to go there mentally again. Because Anakin wantsto be the best parent possible (again he LOVES his family and would giveanything for them). He’d prefer to just focus on Luke and Leia and making surehe’s giving them the best he can than have another child and be in such a funkfor so long again, especially if Luke and Leia are older and therefore moreable to be effected by it.

#Star Wars #Star Wars mpreg #Anakin Skywalker #tw childbirth #tw postpartum depression #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #Anon question

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softboywriting · 7 years ago

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Fireproof // Part 11 The End

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A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented and loved this fic. Your kindness and support saw me through to the end. Thank you again~♥

It’s been weeks since you’ve moved in with Shawn and he was still being tutored by Jenna, the state appointed partner for his classes. Shawn had requested a new partner several times but got denied each time. So now you were trying to divert his classes any way you could. Somedays you just wouldn’t answer the door when Jenna showed up, other days you would just say Shawn wasn’t home and forgot about class. Shawn really hated her and with good reason. She never listen to him, she corrected every little thing he did wrong by calling him out and explaining why it was wrong in extensive detail. She was just plain mean most days and it stressed Shawn out like crazy. The breaking point comes when Shawn walks into his bedroom and slams the door hard enough to make the shelves on the wall rattle.

“What is going on?” you ask softly, pulling your headphones out of your ears and staring at him from the armchair by the patio doors.

“Get her out of here. I’m done. I’m not taking any more classes from her,” Shawn says, voice low and threatening.

You uncurl yourself and drop your book on the floor to walk over and lay your hand on his chest. “You don’t have to talk about it. I’ll have her leave, okay?” He nods and you walk past him out into the hall to the living room.

Jenna is sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, a book open and she’s reading over it as if Shawn hadn’t just taken off angrily. She looks up and raises her eyebrows. “Is Shawn coming back out for the rest of his lesson? Or should I just pack up and go because ‘he’s not here’ now,” Jenna says with a little sneer.

“Get out of my house,” you say, pointing to the door.

Jenna closes her book. “This isn’t your house.” She tucks away her books and papers into the tote bag she always brought along. “But I’ll take my leave and be back on Friday.”

You cross your arms and look her over. “You won’t be back. Don’t ever come back to this house. Shawn is no longer going to take lessons from you.”

“Are you saying he’s going to go against state law?” Jenna asks as she crosses the room to stand in front of you. “Because abandonment is punishable by law and he will be fined and if found, forced to take classes he hasn’t compl-”

You hold your hand up, cutting her off as you say, “Anything is better than watching him spend another minute with a horrible witch like you.”

“Oh I see! This is about jealousy. You’re jealous he spends two hours twice a week with me all alone,” Jenna grins, thinking she’s won some sort of fight. “You need to get over yourself sweetheart.”

You set your jaw and tighten your crossed arms. “This is not about jealousy. I’m not worried about Shawn being around you. I have better things to worry about.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t start anything with a student like him.”

You raise your eyebrows. Just what did that mean? “Excuse me?”

“He’s a freak and his attitude is horrible. I don’t know how dragons raise thier kids but-” The sound of your hand colliding with Jenna’s face crates a loud slapping noise throughout the room. Silence falls as her hand comes up to her freshly welted face and you stand with your fists balled at you sides. “Get out, now!” you shout and Jenna turns and hurries to the door, throwing it open and leaving it open as she briskly walks to her car. You stand there with your jaw clenched and hand throbbing from the contact. She’s luck you just slapped her because your other option had been strangling her to death.

For weeks Shawn and his father fight the board of adaptation. It’s one meeting after another until finally one day you find a letter in the mailbox addressed to you. It’s an assignment letter. You had been assigned to Shawn once more.

“Shawn!” you yell, running into the bathroom where he’s showering. “Shawn! I’m your partner! They assigned me!”

Shawn pulls back the curtain and snatches the letter with a wet hand. He reads it over, a smile spreading across his face. It’s excellent news and everyone is happy about it, but that happiness doesn’t last long. Because while you’ve been accepted as Shawn’s partner, you had not been accepted as his mate by everyone. Not that everyone ever would.

Word spreads fast about you and Shawn being officially mated. For the most part, the community is accepting. But there are some who think it’s wrong. That humans have no place living within the dragon community. But these are the same people who think that Shawn is an abomination so you can’t really see why they even care about who someone they consider an outcast is mated to. It really just boils down to the fact you’re a human and you know it.

The only time something happens that settles badly with you is at the local market in town. You and Shawn had gone in for some snacks for your movie night when a couple of young guys walked over and started asking questions about you.

“Hey, is this your girl?” the blonde asks, eyeing you up and down.

Shawn puts his arm around you and pulls you close. “She’s my mate. Can we help you?”

“Nah, I was just wondering why you would pick a human instead of a dragon. I mean, obviously you don’t care about the purity of dragon bloodlines.”

This guy had some nerve just coming up and insulting you out of the blue. “What is your problem? Why do you care about our relationship?”

A brunette next to him just chuckles. “We care because humans are toxic. Your kind shouldn’t be allowed within these communities. You take away from our people and heritage.” “Oh fuck off,” you scoff. Shawn’s grip tightens on you. “I’m not taking anything from you or your heritage. It’s the twenty first century, humans outnumber all races at this point. Intermixing is bound to happen. Don’t think your race is special.”

The blonde smirks and licks his lip before looking to his friend. “Y’know there’s a reason why humans can’t usually carry dragon children. They’re too weak. It’s nature saying that it’s wrong.”

“Can you just fuck off?” Shawn says, steering you away from them and walking toward the registers. You glance back and they’re snickering, knowing they’d gotten you riled up. What assholes.

The next few weeks leading up to Christmas are quiet and peaceful. Thankfully no one else in the community has approached the two of you or treated you any differently than anyone else. You and Shawn finish up his required classes and he takes his tests a few days before Christmas, passing them all with flying colors. The same week he is also offered a job with Draconic Iconic, a high end clothing line that tailors to half-breeds and makes custom clothes to fit everyone with tails to horns and everything in between. He would be the newest model and spokesperson for their collections. You are offered a job as a private partner for a student living in a nearby community who was disabled and would not be able to attend an academy next year.

Christmas morning rolls around and you cannot wait to spend it with Shawn. As if you hadn’t spent literally every day with him since the beginning of the fall. It was still such an exciting idea. Your first christmas as a couple. And your first christmas not being single and opening presents alone from your parents.

You’re up before Shawn and you can’t seem to stay still in bed because you want him to hurry up and wake up, but you don’t want to actually disturb him. It doesn’t matter in the end because he wraps and arm around you and tugs you against him. “You wanna get up?” he mumbles against your hair.

“Really badly.”

“First one to the tree gets to pick any gift they want,” he says as he tickles your stomach before rolling off the bed and running for the door. You scramble out of the blankets, laughing while you chase after him. Once you’re close enough, you pretend to fall and he stops. “Babe, are you okay?” he asks as he hurries over to you and helps you up.

The moment you’re on your feet, he knows you’re faking. There is a split second where he registers that he’s been played but it’s a split second window that allows you to take off toward the living room.

You sit down quickly and start tearing open a box, the first one you see with your name on it and it’s from Shawn’s mom. It’s a pair of slipper socks. You hear a chuckle from behind you and you see his mom already awake and sitting in her armchair smiling at you as Shawn plops down next to you. “These are perfect! My feet are always so cold. Thank you Karen.”

“Alright, my turn.” Shawn says as he picks up a box from you. “Oooo what could it be?” He shakes it a little before opening. It’s a bottle of lavender and sandalwood body cream. “Babe, are you trying to say I have dry skin?” he giggles and you push his shoulder.

“Oh you know you itch at your scales alllll the time. I thought maybe you could use this before bed and its lavender so it’s relaxing and the saleslady said it was super hydrating.”

Shawn raises his eyebrows at you and smirks. “So you wanna relax me in bed huh?”

“Shawn!” you yelp and smack his leg. Karen chuckles from her chair as she gets up to go help Manny in the kitchen where you can smell bacon cooking. You reach for a small box and Shawn snatches it away from you with his tail. “Hey! Not fair!”

“Oh don’t not fair me. You fakes injury to get here first. Besides, that one is for last.”

You roll your eyes and he narrows his. “Why last?”

Shawn holds the box up and away from you. “Because I said so.”

You let out a huff and stand to get it from his tail’s grasp. It’s no use because he pulls it away as soon as you can get close enough to reach it. He drops it in his hand and you step over him to sit in his lap. “I want it now.”

“People in hell want ice water,” Shawn quips and you glare at him. “I said last.”

“But Shawnnnnnnnn...” you stick your lip out in a pout and blink back tears you’ve made surface in the corners of your eyes. He actually falls for it because he drops the box into your lap to cup your face.

“Babe, no, don’t cry. You can have it. I promise, don’t cry.”

You smirk and he knows he’s been played again but you have the box now and he can’t do anything about it. “Let’s see then...” you pull the paper off and open the little lid beneath. Inside is a small black band with a small shiny piece of rose quartz set in the middle. “Shawn...this is beautiful.”

His face turns red and he looks down at it, grabbing your hand to help you slide it on. “It’s not like...an engagement ring or anything unless you want it to be. I thought maybe it’d be like a promise ring or something. I just wanted you to have something so I’m always with you and maybe you’ll look at it and think of me. I-I don’t know I-”

You cup Shawn’s face and kiss him softly. “It’s perfect. I love it. But I don’t need a ring to think of you. I always think about you.” He leans his forehead against yours. “And if I say I would like it to be an engagement ring?”

“You don’t think it’d be too soon for that?” he asks nervously.

You shake your head and look down at the ring. “Maybe it is too soon, but that doesn’t make me want to be yours forever any less.”

Shawn grins big and wraps his arms around you, pulling your chest to his and burying his face in your neck. “Will you be my mate and my wife?”

“Yes, of course I will,” you mumble into his skin and he lets out a little half sob.

“I loved you when I met you. I never thought this would happen. I’m so happy right now,” Shawn says and wraps his tail around both of you. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Shawn,” you pull your head back and kiss him on the nose. “Merry Christmas.”

#shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fluff #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes writing #shawn mendes thirst #my fic #fireproof

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theycallme-tunathot · 7 years ago

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sleep. [chapter 1]

Pairing: Wonho x Reader/ ft, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Jisoo, Park Jinyoung, Min Yoongi and a few other idols. Rating: NC-17 or M Synopsis: Wonho is a five-course meal with cocktails afterward. At least that’s what you think. He looks like sin but he’s…strange? It’s all very confusing for a succubus who is only trying to eat just enough to keep herself from starving to death. Your paths would’ve never crossed had her best friend not introduced you and bet Wonho would be the very motivation you needed to start eating again. Wonho is indeed a meal. Warnings: Violence later on, sexual content, mentions of demons and angels Author’s Note: Happy October my lovelies! Here’s my lovely gift to you. I hope you

"Maybe we should reschedule this excursion."

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“Did you get the notes from today’s lecture?”

I rolled my eyes as I threw my bag into the seat farthest from me before settling into the seat across from the laziest son of a bitch I knew.

“You know, you could always just, I don’t know, go to class and get your notes,” I replied, stretching my legs out underneath the table.

My best friend snorted, shoving a whole waffle fry into his mouth as his eyebrows ascended to the heavens. “When Hell freezes over.”

“See, this is why you fail every semester.”

“Says the girl who sits in the front row—in college!”

Raising an eyebrow, I challenged him. “Is there something wrong with sitting at the front of the lecture hall?”

“You’re a nerd. That’s where nerds sit.”

“That’s where you sit so you don’t get distracted by people on Facebook or watching stupid Stranger Things.”

“But lecture is so boring without my Netflix.”

“Not if your grades depend on it.”

The soft brown eyes teased me gently, nudging me to repeat myself but I dropped it. He was already in such a good mood and I didn’t want to add to it by proving him right. Sure, I was a nerd and yes, I saw nothing wrong with it. But the last thing I wanted was for my best friend to gain the upper hand in this exchange. No matter how lax we looked like at the moment, sitting in the student union’s food court, I was scolding him for missing yet another lecture.

And if only passerby’s knew how not normal the two of us were…

They’d never fathom it.

Out of the two of us, he was considered the more relaxed. He was easygoing about many things much to the detriment of his grades, relationships and responsibilities over all. There were so few things he actually cared about enough to put effort into it. Most of the things he did put lots of effort into was beneficial solely to himself. Playing video games, eating, sleeping just among a few of the G-rated things I could list right now.

Running a napkin across his lips before shoving another waffle fry into his mouth, he tilted his head to the right teasingly. “You’re so cute.”

I visibly tensed at that. “You know how much I hate being called cute.”

“But you are!”

“No, I’m not,” I simply stated, putting finality into my voice in the hopes of ending the discussion.

“Please, look at you,” he said, aggressively brandishing a half-eaten waffle fry at me. “You know deep down that none of this matters but you try so hard.”

“Of course it matters,” I mumbled, watching a group of students bustle past the table, all of them laughing loudly. “This is university–”

“And we don’t have to be here.”

“Jungkook, don’t–”

“I’m just telling the truth!” He defended, sitting back in his seat as he put down his waffle fry. His face sobered substantially as he tilted his head to the left. “How many universities have we been to already? Six, seven?”

“Ten,” I mumbled lightly.

“Exactly. We’re only here for one thing, yet you always get sidetracked by it all.”

“I’m not sidetracked,” I argued back, glaring at him.

The tone shifted between the two of us considerably and almost at a neck-breaking speed. We always had this conversation and while Jungkook told the truth, I always felt insulted when he voiced the truth to me. My pride would cower away, wounded and I would have to defend myself.

His eyes narrowed in confusion. “Oh, you’re not? Is that why you’re a shade paler than normal and you look like you haven’t eaten a decent meal in the last month? Or is that because you haven’t actually eaten in the last month?”

My cheeks warmed under his scrutiny and I looked down at the table. Itching along the edges of my phone’s case, I couldn’t bring myself to voice my exact thoughts at the moment. It was hard to forget why the two of us were here. It was the same reason we were at the other ten universities. Although I understood well what our shared goal was, it didn’t make me any less inclined to actually get something out of the free education I was granted. Besides, we had to make our stay last an entire academic school year. How could we do that if I ate just as much as Kookie did?

“I eat,” I mumbled, doing everything in my power to fight back on my best friend calling me out.

Another snort sounded from my friend as he inserted another waffle fry into his mouth. “You look gaunt.”

“I’m not gaunt.”

“Then why don’t I ever see you eating?”

Because I’m uncomfortable.

“I’m working on a meal right now.”

Jungkook’s boyish face held all the skepticism of his true age. For all the years we’d known each other, we hardly aged in the face. But every once in a while, I could catch Jungkook’s real age showing. It was typically when he looked at me like I’ve told that same lie for the last five decades. And to be fair to him, I probably have.

Leaning forward on his elbows, his eyes searched me. “You’re working on one right now?”

I only nodded in response.

“Who?”

I don’t know why I thought saying that I was working on eating would stave off Jungkook’s curiosity. It would only really act as fuel. This was yet another area where Jungkook could sink his efforts into on any given day: other people’s business.

Sighing deeply, I looked away from him for a moment. “Don’t worry about it. Just know I’m in the process of organizing my next meal.”

He leaned in closer, eyes roving over my face to find the lie. His eyes squinted and grew only to squint at me again, scrutinizing every muscle twitch and shift in my gaze.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Oh?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I looked down to see he finished off his waffle fries, leaving a lonely Chik-Fil-A sandwich. “Fine, since I’m an asshole, what’s the name?”

“What?”

“What’s the name?”

Panicked and feeling like I had so few options left but to continue on with this lie, I flipped through the names of people in my lectures—at least the people I could remember. The guy that sat next to me and slept for the hour and twenty minutes my World Civilizations lecutre lasted. The girl who showed up every once in a while but always smelled like freshly laundered clothes in my art appreciation class. There was also that one guy in my biology study group—he was nice.

“Chanyeol,” I randomly threw out, remembering another person in my biology study group. He was the de facto leader when Jinyoung wasn’t looking.

“You’re so full of shit, you don’t have a single meal lined up.”

Not looking at him seemed to be the only confirmation he needed before he shook his head and sighed.

“You have a reputation to defend and uphold, you remember that right?”

“How can I forget?” I shot back, glaring at Jungkook.

Of everyone who knew me, Jungkook was the only one who knew about the pressure I was under. He knew how horrible it felt growing up in the shadow of my mother. Because of this, Jungkook knew how hard it was to eat on a regular basis.

“No need for the attitude,” he replied, his glare reflecting my own. “You’re my best friend, I’m trying to look after you. You look gaunt. You know all this,” he motioned to his lonesome chicken sandwich and around the food court, “doesn’t truly nourish us, just the bodies we occupy, yet you’re literally starving your true form.”

I could only nod, feeling like a scolded child. There was a sickening churn in my stomach and almost like Jungkook cracked through a month’s worth of denying my hunger, I could feel the hunger pains. A painful lurch and throb ebbed through my whole body and I sighed. I was starving, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat at the expense of others.

With a sigh, Jungkook ruffled his hair and for a moment I wondered if his fingers were still greasy from the fries. “Meet up with me tonight.”

“I can’t I’ve got–”

The look he gave me made my voice stop cold. Eyes apologetic he nodded.

“Be at the activity center at 6 p.m.”

“What’s happening there?”

“You’re eating and I’m having a little snack. I think I have a solution to your problem.”

What are you wearing? ;)

What started as an inward groan slowly transformed into an audible one. It was one of those special groans, the kind only summoned by the perfect intersection of annoyance and exasperation. My eyes didn't dare break contact with my phone's illuminated screen until it locked again.

"Someone sounds like they're ready for the mitosis lab tomorrow morning," Namjoon said with a shit-eating grin displayed proudly on his face.

"Less than thrilled if I'm being honest."

"Dr. Kang is supposed to actually be here for it too."

"She finally found time to grace us plebian children with her presence," Jinyoung added, a bitter-edged laugh following closely behind. Jinyoung hated biology but I'd wager he hated our professor more. She was always far too busy with research to actually attend our lectures or labs and left us with a surly teacher's assistant who was definitely not getting paid enough to deal with all of us.

"Tell us how you really feel," Namjoon joked.

"Actually, please, don't. I ran out of ibuprofen and the health center is starting to recognize my face and how many packets of ibuprofen I'm taking each week," Chanyeol muttered from beside me.

We were such a weird collection of people.

The only common thread between all of us was our need to pass this biology course. Chanyeol was a music major who was so painfully organized he rivaled early childhood education major Park Jinyoung. They were both meticulous but in their own ways. Jinyoung was manic and bossy while Chanyeol let it be. He was the honey to Jinyoung's vinegar and if it weren't for Chanyeol, most of us would've never joined the study group. Jinyoung tried inviting everyone the first couple of weeks of the semester but after making one of the attendees cry, most of the class was apprehensive about joining. So, behind Jinyoung's back, Chanyeol claimed he had his own study group, handpicking a few people to personally invite. I happened to be one of them.

The referee to Jinyoung and Chanyeol's unique power struggle was psychology major Jisoo. She was tough as nails yet completely funny and enjoyable to be around.

Namjoon was a literature major who wrote poetry. Every once in a while, he was featured at an open mic held at the local coffee shop just off campus. He invited us to come see him last time. While I never would've pinned Namjoon for the slam poetry type, he certainly was heads above the others who braved the crowd and took the stage.

And then there was me, the undeclared major with no semblance of a backstory and the weirdo who sat in the front row.

It was enough to make me stop everything I was doing at any given moment and wonder how our paths crossed.

Before I could get too lost in thought, my phone buzzed in my hand.

Are you seriously leaving me on read?

I didn't reply, but I unlocked my phone only to let the read receipt pop up beneath Jungkook's message.

"Either way we're in for the longest lab ever tomorrow," Jisoo pointed out, pulling out her lab manual and flipping through tomorrow's lesson. "Ten pages—our lab is ten pages."

HELLO

Don't ignore me

Young lady it is 5:45 and I know you've parked your ass in the library for a study sesh.

Don't make me come get you.

Keep ignoring me. Go ahead.

Shoving my phone into my bag, I began packing up my textbook and laptop.

"Heading out early?" Namjoon asked from beside me.

I smiled sheepishly. "I have a thing to do so I have to go. But I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely," he smiled. His dimples became front and center, only accentuating the curve of his cheekbones and his jawline. "Jisoo and I were going to meet up for breakfast before lab. You in?"

"Sure. What time are you guys meeting?"

"7 a.m."

"8:30 a.m."

Jisoo and Namjoon answered at the same time. More curious than anything, a single eyebrow perked up as I looked between them. It wasn't hostile between the two, but it definitely seemed like Jisoo told Namjoon a time when they initially brought up the idea but Namjoon didn't agree.

Giving a tight-lipped smile, Jisoo turned her gaze from Namjoon to me. "To be determined. We'll work it out before heading out of here tonight and text you."

"That sounds good to--"

"Y/N!"

Before I knew what was happening, I heard my name ricocheting off of the walls, piercing through the stillness of the silent floor of the library. My blood ran cold despite the blush beginning to form along my cheeks as I looked ahead in horror.

"Fucking hell," I muttered to myself.

I threw out an apologetic smile to my study group as I grabbed my backpack, not even bothering to zip it up as I speed walked my way to Jungkook who smugly leant against a bookcase, repeating my name somehow louder each time.

By the time I reached him, I went to slap him across the head, feeling satisfaction flood my entire body when I heard the loud smack against his thick skull.

"You're so fucking rude," I complained as I tugged him through the library and toward the stairwell. On any normal occasion I would've taken the elevators but I didn't want to chance waiting a second for an available elevator, not with loudmouth standing next to me on the silent floor of the library.

Once in the confines of the echo-chamber stairwell, I descended the stairs, not even bothering to look back to see if Jungkook was following. As my footsteps tapped loudly against the tiled steps, I heard Jungkook not far behind, laughing and no doubt shaking his head.

Just as I noticed I reached the second floor, Jungkook finally spoke up behind me. "After all these years, one would think you’d be better at hiding from me—or at the very least be good at lying to me."

I blinked in confusion but didn't turn to look at him.

"I don't follow."

"Liar."

"What are you even talking about?"

I glanced momentarily at his stupid, shit-eating grin. For a guy with a baby face, he sure knew how to look like a smug asshole in that indecently charming way. It really was his appeal when he was looking to eat. No matter how big those brown eyes were or how innocent those puckered lips looked, there was a certain air of danger to him. He wasn't guaranteeing you a callback after a fun night and he definitely wasn't promising a second time, but he could confirm he was the closest to heaven a human could get.

"You agreed to meet me at the activity center? Edge of campus, 6 p.m.? For dinner," he prompted, squinting playfully.

He knew I was avoiding him. Just as he knew why I was hesitant to eat on a regular basis, he knew why I was dodging him like the plague.

"My study group meets every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, you know that."

"And I suppose it would kill you more than starving to death to skip a stupid study group."

"It's biology though."

"So?"

I rolled my eyes at him, wondering who I must've pissed off to end up with a best friend like Jungkook. "As if you're actually good at biology."

"It's alarming how often I have to remind you, but I don't have to be good at it. Neither do you," Jungkook said, his voice holding all the ease and bravado of a young man. "We're not here for the degree, we're here to eat and chug along once the buffet shuts down."

The statement was very matter-of-fact. It left no room for interpretation or argument. He was right. It was a result of the curse of being a succubus and an incubus.

There was only one purpose for a succubus or incubus like me or Jungkook: procure souls. In fact, it was such a core purpose, it was instilled into our very livelihood. From our very creation, feeding off of human energy was essential to our survival. Over the formative years, an incubus or succubus learns various ways of feeding themselves. Some chose to lure a meal through aggressive or violent means. It was effective, but one could argue the taste wasn't the same as someone giving their soul over.

Others chose to reinvent the idea of dream-walking. It was a rare artform these days and so few knew how to do it properly. Inserting oneself into a dream was a tricky business and wasn't always the most effective way of procuring the soul or nourishing the succubus or incubus form.

And then there was the old-fashioned way. It was the most basic, instinctual way our kind survived. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't the most favored way of procuring souls and eating, but it was the way Jungkook and I survived. Physical contact and engaging humans always came with a slew of difficulties. Humans weren't always as stupid or distracted as other demons regarded them as. If there was a simple slip in the web Jungkook or I spun, we could be exposed. Exposure was almost certain death in our reality. The other downside—one that proved a deal-breaker to most—was the wear and tear on the host body. The previous two options didn't require a human form and definitely required minimal work. But this approach required not only obtaining a human form but it required upkeep. This meant eating actual human food, being careful with how frequently we had sex and awareness of the human body's weaknesses and any maintenance issues that could arise.

The most effort was required for this method. While most disliked it, there was no denying its effectiveness and the quality of the soul procured. For proof, no incubus or succubus had to look further than my mother. She was living proof that old-fashioned was superior to all the other methods.

"Sorry if I'm not interested in just chugging along once I've had my fill," I provided after a long pause.

My eyes shifted to see Jungkook giving me a smug smile. "What did I tell you? You're cute."

Rolling my eyes, we ascended the stairs, leading to the bridge that connected the east and west sides of campus. As a gust of wind hit my face, I looked away from Jungkook and sighed. "Maybe we should reschedule this excursion."

"It's not an excursion."

"Fine. Let's reschedule this adventure."

"It's not an adventure either."

"Trek?"

"This is a fucking dinner Y/N," Jungkook said, the level of disbelief in his voice only matching the wide-eyed, raised-brow expression on his face. All he was missing was the "what the fuck" tacked onto his statement.

I sighed deeply. "We're going to the gym and I don't even have proper clothes on, let alone proper shoes."

And that's when Jungkook seemed to snap out of his confused and slightly offended expression. Almost as if he forgot something, the brunet grinned as he opened his backpack and began searching. "I knew you'd be ill-prepared and that's why I came fully prepared."

Emerging from his bag, he threw a pair of running shoes at me. One by one, Jungkook threw a pair of socks, a sports bra and a pair of running tights in my general direction. Thankfully I caught all of them.

"How the fuck...?" I trailed off, staring back at him a moment.

"A girl left it behind in my room."

This didn't help me at all. "Wait, did she wear this beforehand?"

"Mhm."

"Then how did she leave?"

Jungkook gave a cackle and that was all the answer I needed. Immediately, I threw the running tights back at him and grimaced. Shaking my head, I ran a hand over my face. "That's so disgusting Kookie."

"What? How?" He asked indignantly, pointing at the shoes and sports bra I was still holding. "It's not like I didn't wash them before folding them and bringing them to you tonight."

"I'm not wearing these."

"You'll thank me if you do though."

"Why?"

"Because I found you a meal to end your protest."

The doubt was so evident across my face as the activity center came into sight. As he threw the tights back at me, I shook my head. "I highly doubt that."

"Oh, but you see, I have," he countered, a high level of confidence and ease rolling off of him. It was enough to make me want to punch him in the face, but I held back. "This guy...even I would fuck him if he went that way. But sadly, he's very straight when it comes to sex."

“You know how p— "

“I do know how annoyingly picky you are, but this doesn’t have to be a four-course-meal-at-some-upscale-restaurant-kind of commitment, okay?” Jungkook cut in, his brown eyes roving over my face as we stood a mere meter from the entrance. “This is to give you a taste of just how hungry you are and what you’re missing going on this hunger strike.”

I inhaled deeply, trying so hard to clear every last thought out of my mind. I was concerned about eating again, considering I’ve had a two-month battle with my conscience since my last meal. For most succubae and incubi, eating wasn’t such a moral conundrum like it was for me. Eating for most of us was no different than the amount of guilt a human would feel at eating a hamburger or fried chicken.

The only real difference between me and that analogy is humans weren’t required to stare the cow in the face before killing it. And that’s really where I found my biggest pitfall being a succubus and choosing this way to nourish myself as opposed to the other methods. I get too connected. I end up developing bonds with the target and before I know it I’m depression binging on souls left and right. The last soul I procured was the hardest. I ended up breaking a few rules Jungkook and I set up to ensure smooth execution and in the end, when I had to kill him, I couldn’t. Kookie swore to keep that a secret but when word somehow traveled to my mom…things became difficult.

With all the skepticism resting there on my vocal chords, I shifted my eyes to the activity center. "I highly doubt that Kookie."

"Hey Kookie!"

"Christina!"

It was safe to say Jungkook was mildly well-known around campus. He went to all the social gatherings, was a dependable alcohol supplier to several frat parties and was known to offer a good time to anyone he caught in his cross hairs. In the three months we'd been in school, I couldn't count how many booty calls he had on lock for when he was ready to eat, but he had quite a few people on speed dial for that sort of thing.

Part of me was wondering if I recognized Christina's face from the apartment I shared with Jungkook.

"You here for another sweat session?" she asked, her voice flirty, verging on salacious.

Jungkook, always the charmer, winked at her. "Why else would I be here on a school night?"

The high-pitch giggle traveled through the main lobby of the activity center. Not far beyond the electronic turnstiles was a large basketball court with bunches of students stretching, running and cheering each other on. A set of stairs sat back further into the activity center, straight ahead from the turnstiles. And then just underneath the staircase, on either side were the men and women's locker rooms.

But the mood stumbled on a sour note the second Christina's gaze landed on me. The girl beside Jungkook.

"Is this your friend?"

Her tone held all the contention that came with her desire for Jungkook. In fact, it was something the ebbed and permeated the whole area. Perhaps unnoticed by humans, but not by either me or my best friend. It was something so tangible we could nibble it into little pieces and consider it an appetizer.

Jungkook turned his head and laughed. "Yeah, practically my sister."

Rolling my eyes, I nudged him in the rib cage, letting my eyes wander over to the gym. I didn't really care how long we stood there in the lobby so long as we could delay this meal for as long as possible. I was more content watching Jungkook disgustingly and shamelessly flirt with this girl than swipe my student ID and walk to the locker room to change.

But it seemed Jungkook was more on-task tonight than I'd seen him in weeks. Leaning over the counter, his fingertips glided over Christina's lanyard as she took a sharp breath in.

"Say, is Wonho in tonight?"

"Now I'm really offended," she shot back, her eyes narrowing playfully at my friend. "Here I am, flirting my ass off, and you got the nerve to bring up a man—Wonho of all men—right in the middle of it."

"You know I wouldn't have interrupted if it wasn't important."

"What do you need with him?"

"It's not for me, it's for my practical sister over there."

I turned my attention back on the two to see Jungkook jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at me and Christina looking up at me before looking at Jungkook. She seemed to be debating something. But whatever she was debating didn't take all that long. "He just got in. What do you need him for?"

She addressed the question to me, but I had no fucking clue how to answer. What could I possibly know what I needed help with when I wasn't even here to work out?

Clearly panicked, I looked at Jungkook who was staring at me with a smug expression.

Fuck you, I mentally hurled at him.

"My friend isn't really much of an exercise person, she's here for the massages the kinesiology program is doing. It's Max out Monday right?"

Immediately, my whole body lunged forward and I felt my hands clench into fists. Before I knew it, I punched Jungkook in the neck. The shock of the nose and the adrenaline high that I was currently riding kept my vision pin-pointed on giggling mess of best friend.

"We need to talk," I said, my voice so low and raspy, I was a little afraid that my temper would make me explode...more than I already did.

Jungkook continued laughing, his hand moving to cover the area where I punched him. "You have a water fist. How did you have all that rage and barely hit me like that?"

Meanwhile my hand was tightly clutched around his left wrist, tugging him forcefully from his spot at the reception desk. As I pulled him toward the exit, he only had to jerk his arm back at a minuscule angle and use all his strength to tug me back to him.

That only made me angry and whirl around just to smack him with my open palm. "You're such an idiot."

"Pardon?"

"No, shut the fuck up, I thought I was coming here to work out."

"We just went through this on the bridge—you will be eating tonight."

"Yes, and I assumed it would be over a cardio session."

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed as he stared in confusion. "Why would you think that?"

I mirrored his confused look. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you threw a pair of running tights in my face."

"Did you seriously think you were getting laid in your weird black jeans and that worn out Joy Division shirt?"

Instead of responding, I chose to let go of Jungkook's wrist and I sighed deeply. My eyes were shut so tight as I tried to work through what I could only describe as a stress migraine that was sitting right behind my right eyeball.

"Please don't make me do this."

My voice was so shaky and held all the vulnerability locked up in me and I hated it. At this, Jungkook's face softened and his expression turned serious. Placing his strong hands around my shoulders, he shook me lightly before giving me a warm, encouraging smile.

"I can't not do this," he countered. "You're my best friend and you're starving. I've never known one of our kind to starve themselves, but I'm pretty sure you can't last much longer if you keep this up."

"I don't think I can do this though."

"You can and you will," he affirmed. "Just...try him out. I'm not saying you've got to devour his soul in one go. At this point, I'm pretty sure your body will respond to mere sexual energy in its most base form. Wonho's good for it, I promise."

The stress migraine was still there, stabbing every nerve ending in my eye, but I ignored it as I looked down at the gym clothes. Jungkook, while we argued almost daily and there were times I wondered how we stayed friends this long, was still someone who knew me best and always tried to look out for me. A part of me was angry about that fact because it made it so hard to stick to my aversion to feeding off of humans.

Looking up at my friend, I gave the longest and loudest exasperated sigh I could muster. "Fine, I'll try this out. But if something's off, I leave, regardless of whether I ate or not."

The caring brunet buddy in front of me only beamed back as he took me into a tight hug. "That's all I'm asking! Now, let's walk back over and wait for Lover Boy."

I'm almost sure we were waiting for nearly half an hour and Wonho was nowhere to be seen. By this point, I'd already changed into the clothes Jungkook brought for me and I was currently leaning my entire back against the edge of the reception desk.

Somehow managing to slink out of Jungkook's charmed clutches, Christina made a quick call to check on where he was, per my request.

In the middle of trying to block out the pointed glares she threw in my direction every once in a while as she went back to her flirting session with my best friend, I heard someone walking down the stairs. As I peeked around the reception desk to see the activity center past the electronic turnstiles, I could hear someone shouting at a man who was racing down the stairs. The pale legs I could see were toned to an extent, even if they were a little small. Lean in many ways. They narrowed into small, bony ankles before I could see his black and white Nike running shoes.

Leaning against the railing, it seemed like the person was talking to someone as he tried to make way for anyone trying to get down the stairs. But luckily for him, he was the only person visible on the stairs at the moment.

There's really no telling how long I stared at those calves before the legs began to descend the stairs once again. My eyes immediately drank in a pair of muscular thighs. While not the biggest thighs I've ever seen, they were still above average in every way, displayed in a pair of bright orange running shorts.

My eyes lingered on his hips. They both looked strong and sturdy and part of me wondered what they felt like. Hips led to a waist that I could barely see due to the loose-fitting shirt he was wearing. But there were some obvious things I could see about his upper body. He was built. With strong shoulders, and biceps that bulged and swelled, there was a moment the air in my lungs stilled. Well-defined pectorals were pressed against the chest area of the shirt only making this situation all the more startling.

Slowly, I scanned up to his neck. More pale skin met me there, but the way the neck muscles even seemed to be defined made it look thick in the most delicious way. For a moment, my brain let me wonder what it would feel like to press my lips against the base of it. For that moment, my brain let me wonder what it would be like if my tongue lapped around and into the small dip just barely visible at the base of his neck, just above his chest. My body asked me to imagine what it would feel like to be pressed so fervently against his hard as marble build as my teeth nibbled and scraped along his Adam’s apple.

When the moment passed, my brain knew I had to at least glimpse at his face. It only seemed fair to at least know what face was attached to a body I'd easily fantasized about in a record three seconds. But that was my mistake. What met me above the neck was something I wasn't prepared for, even after years of doing this and seeing so many body types and people.

His face was...captivating. And not in the cliché way associated with captivating. No, he was alluring. The first thing I noticed were his pink lips. Both full and obnoxiously pink, they seemingly peered back at me, daring me to taste what would never really be mind to taste. There was something so forbidden about them yet they made me want to be closer, they made me want to be bolder than I've ever been. Bow-shaped at the top and curved so delicately at the bottom, my own body gave a violent reaction, one that Jungkook could feel.

I gave the most cursory glance to his nose and eyes before looking away, knowing good and well I couldn't look any longer.

Turning around so my back was to him, my chest rose and fell so rapidly, I couldn't fully understand what was happening. Heart hammering so loud my eardrums beat along to the same nosiy beat, I looked at Jungkook who was grinning wide. He knew I was turned on and he was already considering this a W in his book. Getting me to release and allow my body and mind to have such sexual thoughts was already a step in the direction of what he was aiming for.

But when he looked behind me, the grin only turned shit-eating.

"Wonho!"

I snapped around to see the adam's apple I'd been fantasizing about bob up and down as a laugh sounded in his general area. And suddenly, the body I'd been admiring began to move as a voice bounded out.

"Nochu!"

I jumped at the nickname. Only "close" friends of Jungkook used the nickname and he didn't give everyone the privilege of calling him a close friend. Eyes wide, and my mind beginning to race, everything felt like it was going in slow motion. Jungkook's hand flying to slap me in the arm to get my attention, the motion to follow him through the turnstiles, even swiping my ID felt like some strange dream.

The closer we moved to this fucking buffet of a man, the more I could sense my own hunger. Two-months-worth of hunger began to overflow like my own personal Vesuvius. Everything in my body was telling me to eat, to feed while I still had no personal tie to this Wonho. He was a meal of a man and I shouldn't pass up on an opportunity like this.

"Dude, you missed game night—you owe me big time," Jungkook greeted.

The two guys had their manly exchange of greeting gestures before they separated.

"I told you I wasn't going to make it because of that dinner at my parents' house."

"Lame."

Wonho punched Jungkook in the shoulder and had Jungkook been human, I could tell it would've hurt. But Jungkook did a good job realizing this little fact as he feigned betrayal and pain while rubbing his shoulder.

"I'm fragile."

"Fragile my ass," this Adonis-like man spat back.

"Now, before I fight you, I need to ask: Are you on shift for Max Out Mondays?"

Wonho nodded before he lifted his index finger. "But not for you," he clarified. "Maybe for her though."

And that's when two dark brown eyes pierced right through me. For a second, I couldn't hear a thing going on around me as a gasp audibly left me. My brain was just fast enough to catch the mistake and compensate by coughing, make it seem like I tried yawning but ended up choking on air. As the heat rose in my cheeks, I looked away.

"That's actually who I'm trying to get in on the Max Out Monday," Jungkook asserted, shifting his eyes to me. He was obviously trying to convey that he knew I was doomed to at least eat a little bit during this session. "She's a nerd and has no time to just relax you know?"

Wonho's gaze landed on me and that's when I noticed how his black hair was parted on the right and the trendy style. As his eyes continued to stare back at me, the plump pink tempters only spread to reveal perfectly white and straight teeth. There wasn't a flaw on this man and I was starting to think there would be a catch somewhere. I just couldn't be sure where.

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"Food," I mindlessly blurted out. My brain was so foggy and hazy that I couldn't even recover fast enough.

One of his jet-black eyebrows arched as he smiled warmly at me, but my best friend cackled in almost villainous way.

Jungkook slung an arm around my shoulder as he addressed Wonho again. "You might need to explain what kind of services are available."

"Oh sure! We've got a few things available. Foot massages are kind of popular at the moment, full leg massages are available as well. Standard massages which would include neck and back—I already have raving reviews on that."

"Do you do full-body massages?"

I choked and instinctively hit Jungkook in the stomach. What the fuck was he doing?

"Um, well technically if you do the leg massage and the standard one, it's like a full-body massage."

"Can she get that one?"

"Sure."

"I was thinking--"

"Sweet, how much do I owe you?" Jungkook asked, cutting me off mid-sentence.

Wonho shrugged, "I'll do it as a favor. You look really tense."

"It's easy to get tense when you’re writing three papers simultaneously," Jungkook replied. "Just...take good care of her, she's like my sister."

I rolled my eyes, but mid-roll, something happened that no one in this exchange could actually take back.

Wonho puffed his chest out, dignity becoming apparent in his stature. "These hands are fined-tuned machines my friend. She’ll be singing a new tune by the time I’m finished."

Right there, I could've sworn I was seconds away from blacking out, my hunger becoming so overpowering my eyes were prickling with tears. But it took every ounce of strength I had left not to pass out right there. Unfortunately, that meant other parts of my willpower that failed and gave up entirely.

My eyes glossed over and suddenly my logical brain was no longer at the controls. A loud sound wrestled its way from the back of my throat, moving my vocal chords at an alarming rate. And soon the sound seeped from lips in the sound of a distinctive moan.

A moan so loud everyone within earshot could hear without so much as straining.

I didn't want to look at Jungkook because I was sure he was more than satisfied with himself and even happier that Wonho was willing to taunt me unknowingly. If only I didn't have to hear his response.

"I think in Y/N speak, that means she's excited to get started," he said.

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The World's Best Middle School Basketball Player is Toronto's Elijah Fisher

Walk through the halls of Crestwood Preparatory College in Toronto and you're likely to see one of two greetings being shared between students, coaches, and sometimes even teachers.

The first, a simple dap and chest-tap, has become a sort of Crestwood greeting for the roughly 465 students across grades 7 to 12 that attend the school. As the final bell rings and students file into any of the science labs, open-concept study halls, or student mentoring sessions before going home, it's not hard to catch the greeting being shared at lockers or in the hallway. It's in this environment that Crestwood has built its academic reputation, and it's here where Elijah Fisher is just another eighth grader trying to make honour roll.

The other greeting is less prevalent, at least until later. Once extra school time has been put in, Crestwood's basketball elite will assemble for practice. Here, a slightly more elaborate greeting—used primarily by players in the Grassroots Canada Elite program—is common, and it's here where Fisher stands out. Amid a strong girls program with four players to watch in the Canada Basketball youth system and a growing roster of boys talent, Fisher is currently the key to growing the school's ascendant basketball reputation.

After all, this is the best pre-high school prospect in all of Canada and, to hear him and head coach Ro Russell tell it, the best Class of 2023 recruit anywhere in the world.

"We're trying to change history. Elijah's in Canada. It's a little bit tougher for him, so he has to work even harder, and we have to go down to America that many times to show that he's No. 1," Russell, equal parts coach and advocate, told VICE Sports.

He recalls a recent challenge that Fisher couldn’t do a between-the-legs dunk, something that got Fisher to break with his normally all-business approach between the lines. "He's one of those guys that will prove you wrong and show you. He's driven by proving you wrong. He's going to show you you're wrong. That's what he's driven by: 'I'mma prove you wrong, I'mma show you that I'm that dude, and if you think I'm not and someone else is, then bring him and I'll show you that I am.' That's what he's driven by."

That's the goal, anyway, and it's one of several lofty ones that Fisher has. Outside of winning (and possibly going undefeated) in both leagues he plays in, Fisher will spend his weekends at elite camps and tournaments around the United States to continue to build his reputation among talent evaluators. Making those inroads for both Fisher and Crestwood is important now because the plan currently calls for Fisher to do something no other elite prospect has done: Be the No. 1 recruit in his class while playing his high school ball in Canada.

"Staying at home would be a big thing, because I can come home to my family, help support my brothers and everything," Fisher explained to VICE Sports. "It means a lot to me, to put my country on my back and show people, inspire young kids and show them that they can do what they want, they can be great. It's not always about the Americans, it's about them, too."

Canada has boasted a number of elite recruits in recent years, but all of them went to prep school in the United States. Those that did stay behind, like Jamal Murray, were strong recruits but not No. 1. Fisher and his camp want to change the thinking that as we enter the 2020s—where online mixtapes are prevalent, information disseminates easily, and elite Canadian programs can attend the bulk of the best US events, anyway—that a top Canadian prospect has to go south of the border to play prep ball.

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They can't exactly control how the recruiting rankers make their adjustments for Fisher playing his regular-season games against competition in the improving Canadian ecosystem, but they're hoping to break at least one major barrier in the process of achieving No. 1 recruit status.

"We have a whole plan of him being the first-ever Canadian to be No. 1 his senior year and also play in the McDonald's All-American Game," Russell says about the prestigious high school basketball event. "Right now, the way it stands is, the rule is that you have to play high school ball in America your senior year. But if someone is going to all the best tournaments in high school, playing against the best teams, the best players, going to the top camps in America, playing in the best AAU tournaments, and you're ranked No. 1 in America, they'll have to change the rule.

"It'll make no sense to have the No. 1 player in that class not play in the game."

Russell estimates that Fisher will play upwards of 80 games this year between all of his commitments, and perhaps as many as 100. That's in addition to practices, work with an individual trainer, and the relentless time Fisher puts in on his own time, studying the footwork of Kevin Durant or the passing of LeBron James and then taping his workouts to see where he can better replicate the stars.

This past summer, Fisher shifted to more of a combo-guard role despite standing 6'5" with a 6'10" wingspan, and that additional work on the perimeter should only help his development even if he winds up closer to his projected 6'8" or 6'9" height, where he'd likely be a wing or a forward. Some scouts have noted that Fisher looks less remarkable when he's not dominating in his age group, and trying out those new point guard skills against more developed high school talent will be a focus this season.

"Elijah has no interest in video games. All he wants to do is play basketball. ... He's just really super hungry for this sport."

"It's a challenge I look forward to, playing with competition, put my talents against them," Fisher says. "I feel like it's more of a good fit for me. I can get my shot off, get different moves to go. At my age, I'm always killing 'em. So when I play up, it's more hard-nosed defense and I have to use my IQ more. It's better for me because I get to use the IQ that I have. I was used to catching the ball in the high post and then scoring. Now I get to bring up the ball, look for different options, be more of a point guard."

All of that work is aimed at being the top recruit, as Fisher is eager to prove it can be done. Realistically, it is a little early to narrow in on prospect rankings. While there are specialized sites that will rank players before they reach high school, the primary trusted outlets—ESPN, Rivals, 247 Sports, and so on—will withhold judgment just a little while longer. NBA teams struggle to project how seasoned college players will continue to develop; trying to get a handle on what a 14-year-old will become as a player seems too tall (and probably unnecessary) a task.

Those that do endeavour largely agree: If Fisher is not the best recruit in that class (Mikey Williams from California is another huge talent atop the rankings), he's among a small handful that includes LeBron James Jr., and he stands as good a chance as being The Next One for Canadian basketball's ever-growing pipeline of talent.

It was no accident that when R.J. Barrett announced his decision to attend Duke this coming season that Fisher was on hand to take in the television special, spending the day around Barrett's family and friends. Barrett, the No. 1 recruit in the Class of 2018 and the presumptive No. 1 pick in the 2019 NBA Draft at this moment, has taken on a de facto big brother role for Fisher, the latest in a lineage of pseudo-torch passing in the program. Where Andrew Wiggins would take Barrett under his arm—figuratively and literally—as an under-ager in the program and at marquee Canadian events, Barrett is doing the same for Fisher, who is already eager to pay it forward by stopping to pose for pictures or as a volunteer helping out with children. As Fisher begins what can be a stressful process for a teenager, he'll have Barrett as a sounding board and confidant, and the support won't stop there.

Elijah Fisher. Photo by Reel Motion Image, courtesy Ro Russell

The audience the night of Barrett's announcement included Barrett's father, Rowan Barrett, the executive vice president and assistant general manager of Canada Basketball's senior men's program. As Canada Basketball has continued to grow and produce more NBA-level talent, the program has begun to take a more long term and nuanced approach to developing Canadian players, and Fisher will be among the first to grow up completely in that new system. The targeted athlete strategy identifies the country's best players at each age group and gives them an individual performance plan tailored to their game, and Fisher is ahead of schedule coming into the incubation program before high school.

Players like Barrett, Simi Shittu, and Andrew Nembhard have accelerated well past their age groups in the international program and, if his development continues on course, Fisher figures to do the same. Last summer, he joined the Under-17 team for training camp as they prepared for the FIBA U-17 World Cup (they'd place fourth), and he figures to be a big part of the Under 16 team's FIBA U-16 Americas tournament next summer.

"I think it's way too early to start talking about what he's gonna be. He's a boy. But definitely we've seen good trending, a good attitude and the mental part of it with him, and obviously there's athleticism," Rowan Barrett says. "We're gonna continue to support his growth and his development and hopefully as he continues to grow, he'll continue to be able to rise to the different levels of our program."

Fisher is already eager to pay the same treatment players like Barrett have given him. At school, Fisher is just another student, with friends in and outside of basketball. Around basketball, though, he's keenly aware of the impact he can have on others and already looks to pose for pictures or take time out and help kids on or off the court. His parents refer to him as a gentle giant and seem as excited about Elijah the person as Elijah the player. That's the case at home, as well, where Fisher spends what little downtime he does have playing with his three younger brothers.

The youngest, Daniel, is already excited for the chance to come at Eljiah in the driveway the same way Elijah did with the oldest of the five brothers. Still just three years old, it's difficult to keep Daniel off the court at Elijah's games and practices, and given the head start he'll have—parents who are 6-foot-4 and 6-foot-2, an older brother taking early steps toward an NBA future, and surely a place at Crestwood—there are already tongue-in-cheek projections that Daniel will be The Next Next One. Where Elijah wants to be the best Canadian since Steve Nash, the joke is that Daniel will want to be the best since his older brother.

Photo by Reel Motion Image, courtesy Ro Russell

That's about all Elijah jokes about when it comes to basketball. Fisher is mature and focused beyond his age, and while his parents occasionally prod him to be more of a normal teenager, this is normal for him.

"For Elijah, his mindset is different," Elijah's father, Rohan, told VICE Sports. "He knows that he's on a mission and he wants to accomplish certain things, so he knows that his path is gonna be a lot different from regular kids [his age]. So even though I try to remind him and try to tell him, 'Hey, go play some video games,' or 'Go do this,' Elijah has no interest in video games. All he wants to do is play basketball. Any time he gets a chance to practice or workout, that's it. Even when we're in the house and we want to have family time, he always has one of those small Fisher Price basketballs in his hand.

"Basketball has consumed Elijah. I played back in the day but I wasn't as hungry for it as he is. He's just really super hungry for this sport."

The hunger comes naturally, fuelled just that little bit extra by any suggestions that there's anything Fisher can't accomplish on a basketball court, from a ranking to an East Bay dunk to any other limitation you want to try to put on him.

"We really stay in the gym. We don't need to take a break. School and basketball and at home with my brothers," Fisher says about his life. "Right now, I don't pay attention to rankings. This coming season my goal is to win (our league), win all the tournaments we go into, and show the world wrong."

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This article originally appeared on VICE Sports CA.

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Groom Life: Ways To Participate In Wedding Planning (Your Bride Will Thank Us!)

Here are several ways grooms can do some research, share an opinion, and help out with all the details of planning your wedding day.

Now that you put your marriage proposal plan into action, let’s talk about some ways you can participate in the wedding planning. Wedding planning can be short and painless or long and stressful – and just about every descriptive term in between! It all depends on your goals and your vision for the Big Day. Regardless of what kind of event you’d like to have or how many people you’ll invite, it will take a great deal of thought and effort. The important part is that you lend a helping hand and share your opinions when they’re needed to ensure that it all goes as smoothly as possible and everyone ends up happy in the end.

BEFORE YOUR EVENT…

PLAN YOUR WEDDING BUDGET

One of the most difficult but crucial aspects of wedding planning is determining a budget. Plan to save in advance or your proposal, then save even more prior to the event date. And plan to write several sizable checks before and after. Offer your help in outlining the budget, prioritizing the wedding choices that are most important to you, and organizing certain elements of the preparation.

FIND A WEDDING VENUE

The wedding and reception venues will determine much of the overall vibe of your event. Be sure to choose something fun, inspirational, and memorable for you and your guests. Do some research online and call around to determine pricing and availability. These will be the major factors in making a final decision – and easy headaches for you to save your bride.

HELP WITH THE CREATIVE STUFF

The internet provides all sorts of fun options to get inspired and purchase unique, custom stationery for your event. This is a great way to showcase the theme or highlight some recognizable and fun characteristics of the couple. Poke around online and find some fun designs you think represent the two of you and share them. You can always go the DIY Wedding route too!

When it comes time to decorate your wedding space, we’re partial to seeking inspiration from FiftyFlowers! We have literally thousands of different flowers that come in more colors and shades than you can imagine – and they’re super easy to search and navigate through on our website. Seek out some inspiration for flower bouquets and arrangements, as well as table displays, guestbook layouts, seating charts, and other ways to add personalized flair to your event. Get creative and impress your future spouse!

CREATE A WEDDING REGISTRY (OR FOUR)

As strange as it may seem, all your friends and family want and expect to get you gifts to celebrate your wedded bliss. If you can take some stress off your partner’s back by surfing around Amazon for things you want to start marriage off right, why not do it?! This sounds like a no-brainer – and you can use it as an excuse to shop for Groomsmen gifts and other fun stuff too.

MAKE YOUR WEDDING GUEST LIST

I left people off my wedding guest list. You will too. You’ll inevitably feel bad that you intentionally left someone off your list, and you’ll feel even worse when you unintentionally leave out a great, old friend. This is almost unavoidable considering that you and your bride-to-be are combining lists of your favorite family and friends from an entire lifetime and narrowing down from there. If you really want to help, prepare your list of preferred guests and prepare to be flexible. For bonus points, create a diagram of the reception space and tables, and start the process of assigning seats!

DECIDE ON WEDDING FOOD AND DRINKS

Much of your food choice will be determined by the venue and catering selection, so pay attention to the menu in advance and choose wisely. Some weddings require choosing your meal with RSVP then provide seated dinner service, while others simply host all-you-can-eat buffets. Offer your input and choose to your taste, but be considerate of who will be in attendance and what their preferences may be.

Drinks come in many forms. Open bars are expensive, but so is buying cases of wine. Maybe you want everyone to pay for their own booze. Or maybe you don’t want anyone to drink at all. You know the crowd and you know your budget so plan accordingly.

EXPERT TIP: Keep who’s drinking and who’s not in mind when you’re making your seating chart.

RESEARCH THE LEGAL PARTS OF MARRIAGE

Think your marriage is official right after the priest says, “You may now kiss the bride!”? WRONG! There are many legal requirements following marriage – and many of them fall to the bride if she plans to change her name. Be helpful by doing some research on the legal requirements for your state and locality. Your new wife may need to change IDs, credit cards, bills, banking, titles, and more depending on her commitments, so help her get the ball rolling and you may be a hero.

*This is, by no means, limited to women! Nor should it be expected from anyone. This is a large commitment, so be respectful of that.

HIRE A WEDDING OFFICIANT

Consider the type of service you’d like performed and how the officiant will play a role. If you’ll be married in a church, finding an officiant may be simple. If you’re getting married in a small mountain town, it may be more difficult. Depending on your style and the law in your area, a family member or friend may also perform the ceremony. Finding someone with a bit of experience may provide you with some confidence and comfort as you nervously fumble through the ceremony.

PICK A WEDDING BAND OR DJ

The choice of band or DJ will have an impact on the dancing at your reception, so be thoughtful of your guests. We suggest researching online and getting recommendations from the venue. Consider what songs you’ll want to be played during the reception and at various traditional points in the ceremony (first dance, father-daughter dance, etc). Many bands and DJs can also be helpful in MCing the event, which may be valuable to you.

BOOK A WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER OR VIDEOGRAPHER

Will you hire a photographer or videographer? Both? Maybe you’ll decide to have your guests snap photos will disposable cameras or share pictures to a specific hashtag on Instagram. Whatever your style and budget, there is a solution to match, so do your homework and find the best option to suit your event. Reserve talented pros as far in advance as possible because they can book fast – and be prepared to pay a deposit.

WEDDING DAY PLANNING & DECORATION (SETUP TOO!)

Show you care by lending your opinions and efforts. Offer your help to create a timeline for the days leading up to your wedding day. When will flowers, cakes, clothes, and other items be ready for pickup? How and when will you transport everything? Where will it all go? It’s important to take care of the details in advance to ensure that everything is in its place when it’s time to walk down the aisle.

Planning a wedding was one of the longest, most complex investments of time and finances I’ve ever made. There was a lot to think about and even more to do. But I’m so grateful for every moment of our celebration and all of the wonderful memories we made with family and friends. It’s likely the last time I’ll have such attention paid to me and the last time I’ll have so many people in one place celebrating my wife and I. It was a day we’ll always remember and we’re very grateful we made the effort we did to make it special as it was. If you invest yourself in the planning, I’m sure you’ll feel the same way.

Stay tuned for our next edition of the Groom Life Series…

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