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wheresmynaya · 4 years ago

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Lost in the Lights Ch.12|Brittana

A/N - Sorry this took forever but better late than never, right? I’m literally posting this right before I leave for work so I hope I don’t forget anything LOL. Thank you all for being patient! Not sure how I feel about this chapter but I'm sure you'll let me know if I've lost my touch 😅

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Two days go by after the Titans’ big win over Crawford County Day and Brittany is starting to wonder how soon is soon for Santana. She spends Thanksgiving with her family at her grandparents’ house watching football and stuffing her face with all kinds of good food and for awhile it’s enough to distract her from constantly checking her phone.

It’s a quiet day filled with random moments of sadness because her dad isn’t there to drag her and Pete outside for a quick game during halftime like he usually would. He’s not there to carve the turkey or start up with the Christmas music despite their mom’s protest, but they all set a place for him at the head of the table as if he were just running a little late.

It’s the weirdest feeling ever to know that he’s not coming.

Black Friday comes and goes in the same way. Whitney breaks out all the Christmas decorations in anticipation for the holidays which have snuck up on all of them. Pete’s as excited as always and Brittany would be too if it weren’t for the melancholy.

It’ll be their first Christmas without him, just like it was their first Thanksgiving, and Brittany’s not sure how she’s going to cope with that just yet. She’s strong and she usually speaks up when she’s ready to talk about how she hurts, but she has a hard time when it comes to her dad. Everyone in the family hurts, it’s only a matter of it getting easier to cope with as time goes on.

It’s hard to pretend sometimes that she’s over the denial of it all. Sometimes she thinks she doesn’t have any more tears left to cry when it comes to her dad, but she always surprises herself in the end. It’s true what they say about grief, it does come in waves and Brittany longs for the day they only feel like ripples.

On top of the holiday blues starting to settle in, there’s also everything going on between her and Santana. In the two days that have passed since the game on Wednesday, she hasn’t heard from Santana at all.

At first, Brittany figured it was because she was busy. With Thanksgiving and Black Friday shopping madness, things can get hectic so she was understanding like always. However, now that it’s going on Day 3 and her texts and calls have still gone unanswered, her patience has started to run thin – now she’s just annoyed.

Her head is coming up with all kinds of reasons for Santana’s silence. Did she get scared off after their talk after the game? Was she really needing all this time to work out what she wants? Maybe she got kidnapped and is being held for ransom?

That last one is a little ridiculous, but what else is Brittany meant to think? Everything that they talked about that night wouldn’t have led to a cold shoulder, not after Santana said all of those things about dates and flowers.

She likes Brittany, she said it herself, so why would she be giving her the silent treatment?

If Santana isn’t going to answer her phone or return a text, Brittany will just have to take matters into her own hands and find out herself!

When Brittany arrives on Santana’s door step later that afternoon, all that bravado from earlier starts to dwindle. She’s been here once before with Pete, but now that she’s alone and doesn’t have her cute little brother to lean on it’s kind of scary.

Brittany has heard the rumors about Santana’s family and it makes her nervous – like she’s coming in from the wrong side of the tracks. Brittany definitely didn’t grow up in a similar fashion as Santana so she isn’t sure what to expect. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time rumors have been wrong about a Lopez.

Still, Brittany didn’t want to take any chances in case she was wrong and Santana’s parents actually are the worst. Who knows if Santana’s parents would be around, but if they were Brittany wanted to make sure she made a good first impression. Her dad always said the first one was the most important so she spent extra time trying to look presentable.

And all this because Santana wouldn’t return a call or text?

She’s going to owe her big time if this ends up being something silly.

After a big deep breath, Brittany gives a firm knock on the front door before taking a step back. With her head held high, she braces herself for whoever is bound to answer.

A broad-shouldered man with his shiny black hair neatly coifed opens the door a moment later and Brittany’s heart nearly jumps to her throat. His brow quirks in a similar fashion as Santana’s when she’s being critical of someone and it makes Brittany gulp.

So much for steering clear of any judgement…

“Can I help you?” He asks, his voice deep and unwavering.

Brittany doesn’t know why she scared shitless right now because he hasn’t really done anything to scare her but she is. She hopes it doesn’t show though as she gives him her best smile.

“Hi, I was wondering if Santana was home?” Brittany answers politely, “I’m Br – “

“Brittany?”

Santana’s voice can be heard before she’s seen wedging herself between the man and the front door. She’s dressed so casually in dark jeans and a sweater, a stark comparison to the Cheerios uniform Britany’s so used to seeing her in but the blonde is so relieved that she’s there.

Santana looks a little shocked to see Brittany standing there on her doorstep though.

Brittany continues to smile at Santana although the man frowns and looks to the side.

“Did you invite her here? You’re grounded, Santana, that means no – “

“Who is it?” Another voice calls out, “Why are you all standing by the door?”

Santana gives an apologetic look to Brittany before she’s turning away to answer, “It’s Brittany, Mami.”

“Oh! Really?” The woman sounds equally surprised before the man steps to the side too. Out comes this woman who looks just like Santana only a little older. She smiles brightly, “Brittany, hi. I’m Maribel, Santana’s mom. This is Hector, her dad.”

Brittany looks between the three of them and smiles nervously. She wasn’t expecting to meet the entire family all at once, “Nice to meet you both.”

They all stand there for a moment and Brittany isn’t sure what’s happening right now or what all the tension she feels means. Hector continues to eye Brittany while Maribel looks delighted to see her.

Santana’s just looking back and forth between her parents like a lost little girl.

It has Brittany backpedaling, “I – I’m sorry, was I interrupting something? I could come back – “

“No, come in. Please,” Maribel gestures, “We’re just about to sit down for a late lunch.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t –“ Brittany says at the same time Hector speaks.

“Santana is grounded remember?” He says, “She’s not meant to have any visitors.”

Maribel only waves him off, “It’s Thanksgiving, Hector, it’s fine. Brittany, will you join us?”

Brittany shifts awkwardly. She can’t really find it in her to say no to Santana’s mom; she seems really nice, but super intimidating at the same time.

Hector is just intimidating in general, but a chance to spend time with Santana has Brittany leaning towards a yes.

“Uhm, okay. Sure!” Brittany answers.

Maribel beams, “Great!”

Brittany watches her shoo Hector to the side so that she can invite Brittany in. Santana lingers near her mom also watching this unfold with this curious look on her face.

“It’s only Thanksgiving leftovers,” Maribel explains, “But I make a great panini with them.”

Brittany smiles at her, “Sounds awesome. I’ve never had one before.”

“Really? Well good! Come Hector,” Maribel instructs, “Help me in the kitchen.”

Hector looks back and forth between Maribel and the girls with this confused look on his face, “But Santana is – “

“Let her have this,” Maribel insists in a hushed voice that even has Brittany’s neck hairs standing on end.

Hector nods obediently before following his wife to the kitchen which leaves Santana and Brittany alone in the living room.

Brittany turns back to Santana with raised brows, “So…you’re grounded?”

Santana rolls her eyes, “Yeah. Word got back to them about my little disagreement with Karofsky and Azimio…and whoever else was on the field that night. Dad’s pissed because I keep causing scenes, but Mom’s proud that I care about someone else other than Quinn and myself.”

“Wow,” Brittany chuckles awkwardly, “Well…I guess that would explain a lot. I though you were ignoring me.”

Santana’s shoulders drop, “I’m sorry. It happened so quickly, I couldn’t warn you that I didn’t have my phone anymore.”

Brittany nods, relieved that this wasn’t something bigger. It was purely a misunderstanding.

“I’ve missed you,” Santana whispers through a small smile that makes Brittany blush. Her hands are wringing themselves out and she kicks at the floor so bashfully that Brittany would laugh if she wasn’t so smitten, “Uh…how was your Thanksgiving?”

“It was okay,” Brittany answers shortly, not wanting to touch on how many times she secretly cried about missing her dad, “Just hung out with my family at my grandparents’ house and started Christmas decorating. I missed talking to you though.”

“You did?” Santana looks amazed which has Brittany giggling.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Brittany smirks, “Talking to you is my favorite.”

It’s Santana’s turn to blush at that but just before she replies, Maribel’s voice interrupts them.

“Girls!” Maribel calls out, “It’s ready.”

The grin Santana wears instantly falls as she goes to inhale deeply, almost as if she’s preparing herself for something big to happen. It worries Brittany.

“What’s that for?” Brittany jokes lightly, “Did I just get myself into something I shouldn’t have?”

“We’ll see,” Santana chuckles nervously before leading the way to the dining room.

Brittany and Santana sit next to each other on one side of the table while Maribel sits opposite them and Hector sits at the head. The tension is still there from before and Brittany’s not sure why that is, but she focuses on her manners and continues to be polite.

Despite only eating sandwiches, the antique China cabinets and ornate dining set make the meal feel way more formal than it actually is. They drink fresh lemonade out of crystal glasses and eat off of the thinnest plates Brittany’s ever seen.

She feels like she might break something with just one touch and it puts her on edge a little, but then Santana’s hand find its way on her knee. She gives it a gentle squeeze and it’s almost enough to relieve some of Brittany’s anxiousness. It’s the hardest thing ever for Brittany to keep her eyes forward instead of watching Santana’s hand move.

“This looks really good, Mrs. Lopez,” Brittany compliments.

“Thank you, Brittany,” The woman replies with a smile, “And please, call me Maribel.”

“Of course,” Brittany nods and everyone digs in.

It’s kind of funny how they’re in such a fancy looking dining room yet they’re all eating with their hands. Maybe this isn’t as formal as Brittany thought?

“So Brittany,” Hector starts after wiping his mouth with the napkin laid in his lap, “Santana says you play football?”

Brittany gulps the last of her bite and nods, “Yes sir, I do.”

He hums and Brittany’s not sure what that means. He’s just as hard to read as Santana can be sometimes, but thankfully Maribel steps in.

“Quarterback, is that right?”

Brittany smiles, “Yes. That’s right.”

“And your parents are okay with that?” Hector asks with just a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Santana stiffens at the question, but Brittany’s no stranger to it.

“Yes sir,” Brittany answers proudly, “My dad always said if you can play the game well then you should. Judging by my stats, I think I do pretty well.”

Hector hums again but Brittany’s not sure if that’s in approval or not. She’s thinking it’s the latter just by the tone of his question and she knows it shouldn’t make her feel small but it kind of does.

“I’d never let my daughter play such a rough sport,” He says dismissively.

Brittany looks to Santana but it seems like she’s just focused on constantly keeping her mouth full. It’s a good tactic, Brittany should’ve thought of that first.

“Cheerleading is pretty rough,” Brittany shrugs casually, “I don’t think it gets enough credit really, you have to be pretty athletic. I think I was injured more times cheering than I have while playing football.”

Her answer seems to take everyone by surprise and Brittany fights the urge to smirk. A girl being able to do both – cheer and play football? – that’s unheard of, right? Brittany chuckles on the inside, secretly loving how she can shut down stereotypes.

“Well…” Hector sighs, seemingly stumped for the moment, “I suppose all sports have their risks.”

“True! I think the Cheerios’ drills might even be a little more intense that what I have to do with the Titans,” Brittany replies with a glance towards Santana, “I couldn’t imagine doing what Santana does every practice. I can see why she’s been Co-Captain for so long.”

“Santana’s such a hard worker,” Maribel agrees, “We’re very proud of her accomplishments.”

“I bet there’s a ton of them too,” Brittany jokes. When she sees Santana’s dimples all on display it makes her entire day.

“Stop it,” Santana whispers through flushed cheeks.

God, Brittany just wants to kiss her.

“So Brittany,” Hector says as he aims the focus back onto Brittany, “What do your parents do?”

“Well, my mom works at a diner at the moment while she tries to get her Real Estate license in order,” Brittany answers, “There’s been some mix up with the paperwork so it’s taking a little longer than usual, but she doesn’t mind the change in work since it’s temporary.”

Hector hums while Maribel smiles, “Which diner does she work at?”

“I think it’s called Frank’s?”

“Ah yes, I know the one,” Maribel nods, “Great coffee.”

“And what about your father?” Hector asks stiffly, “What does he do for work?”

Santana glances to Brittany as the blonde answers, “Well, my dad died earlier this year so…”

“Oh,” Maribel frowns, “I’m so sorry, Brittany.”

Hector nods too, seemingly a little guilty for prying, “My condolences.”

Santana just reaches over and squeezes at Brittany’s knee again and it makes this all feel just a little less awkward. Brittany’s always hated this part of the conversation, she never knows what to say.

“Thanks,” Brittany replies, trying to force a smile.

The awkward silence lingers a little longer before Santana reaches over to top up everyone’s glass with lemonade. It doesn’t take long before Hector asks another question.

“What are your plans after graduation? Will you continue playing football?”

“I hope so,” Brittany answers honestly, “I know it’s a crazy dream, but I want to play at the college level. A couple of scouts had their eye on me at my old school, but I don’t know if they’ll follow me here. It’ll look really good if I can bring home a Championship win for McKinley though – especially for the Titans considering their long dry spell.”

Hector nods, “Yes, I don’t believe the Titans have won in many, many years. It’s part of the reason why they brought Coach Beiste in, but it doesn’t look like she’s been able to end the drought either.”

“It’s probably because she didn’t have the right person leading the team,” Santana replies, “Like Brittany.”

Brittany quirks her brow at the sassy tone before looking to Hector to see what he’ll do.

“You know Brittany made Team Captain after her third week?” Santana adds as she sends Brittany a proud smile, “It took Finn Hudson an entire semester before he was made.”

“Wow! That’s amazing, Brittany,” Maribel compliments, “You must be a born leader.”

“She is,” Santana answers instead, “Brittany’s the perfect person to end the Titans’ drought.”

Brittany tries to keep the smirk from growing when she realizes what Santana’s doing and instead watches out for Hector’s reaction. He only narrows his eyes at Santana before looking back down at his plate.

The tension is palpable again so Brittany quickly fills the awkward silence.

“It’ll be an important game for a lot of people so I hope we can make something happen,” Brittany says, “Coach Beiste is really great and most of the team is really hard working. There are rumors that a recruiter from Ohio State might be there too.”

“We should watch, Hector!” Maribel suggests, “It’ll be history in the making.”

“Maybe, if I’m not working,” Hector responds with a shrug, “So if this scout doesn’t pick you up, then what? I’m sure you have back up plans. It would be silly not to.”

“Hector,” Maribel chastises.

“What’s the harm in asking?” He defends.

Brittany gives Maribel and Santana an assuring smile before responding, “It would be kind of silly, wouldn’t it? I have other interests too that I can fall back on if football doesn’t work out for me.”

“Like?”

“Papi,” Santana begs.

But again, Brittany isn’t too bothered. This time she’s the one to give Santana an inconspicuous squeeze to her knee.

“I do pretty well in math and science,” Brittany answers, “I got a near perfect score on my SAT too. I only struggle with English but Santana helps me with that. She’s a really great tutor.”

“Thanks,” Santana grins.

“College isn’t just about playing football,” Brittany adds, “I doubt I’ll be getting into the NFL so I do have other plans. I’ve always loved animals; one of my other dreams is to be a vet or marine biologist. Someone who helps those that can’t help themselves, you know?”

Hector looks surprisingly impressed by Brittany’s answer.

“Are we done with the 21 questions now?” Santana quips which earns her a glare from her mom this time.

“I’m just curious,” Hector replies as he cracks a smile for the first time, “Small town, Brittany, everyone knows everyone. It’s rare that I come across someone new.”

“You work in Cincinnati,” Santana retorts, "You meet new people all the time.”

Brittany can tell Santana’s getting more and more wound up for some reason, so she moves to diffuse the situation before Santana can get herself into anymore trouble with her parents.

“It’s okay,” Brittany shrugs, “I don’t mind.”

“See?” Hector waves his hand, “We’re just talking. It’s important to have conversations about options when it comes to college.”

“Is it now?” Santana asks sarcastically, “I wouldn’t know. Seems like your mind was pretty made up when it came to my options.”

Brittany’s brows rise at that tone and her gaze averts right to her plate.

“Who needs options when you’re Harvard-bound?” Hector questions, “There’s no better university.”

“Maybe to you.”

Hector looks taken aback, “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying – “

“Let’s not do this here,” Maribel interrupts.

There’s that familiar motherly tone that makes Brittany’s neck hairs stand on end, but she peeks up to see Santana and Hector standing off through glares while Maribel is giving them one of her own.

Out of the three, Maribel’s is the scariest.

Santana backs down first with a mumbled, “Sorry.”

Hector only takes in a deep breath while Maribel smiles again at Brittany.

“Forgive us, Brittany,” She says.

“It’s cool,” Brittany smiles before chancing a glance in Santana’s direction. The girl is still fuming in silence and Brittany wants nothing more than to comfort her.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Hector says lowly.

“Fine,” Santana huffs.

Thankfully, Hector and Maribel dismiss themselves shortly after and Santana’s left to clean up. Brittany tags along to offer her a hand, but they don’t make any small talk. She can see that Santana’s stuck in her head, but Brittany can understand why. After such a short lunch, she’s starting to see why Santana struggles so much with being herself and owning her feelings.

“I’m sorry about him,” Santana mentions awhile later after the dishes are done.

Brittany tries to make light of it, “I haven’t been grilled like that in awhile.”

“Yeah,” Santana shakes her head, “He isn’t usually like that, but if it’s any consolation you did a lot better than when Puck came over for the first time. You should’ve seen my dad’s face when Puck told him about his plans for college.”

“Why?”

“Puck doesn’t have any,” Santana chuckles, “Afterwards my dad told me I wasn’t allowed to see him anymore.”

Brittany’s eyes widen, “You two dated?”

“I wouldn’t really call it that.”

“Oh.”

“It’s whatever. That was before everything happened,” Santana shrugs before she starts to smirk, “So you never told me you used to cheer.”

“You never asked,” Brittany replies jokingly, “The coach at my old school let me join after the football season finished up. I did that for a year before I decided to stick to training in the off season and work.”

“And you had a job?”

“Yeah,” Brittany laughs, “I made smoothies at this one place. I got free drinks whenever I wanted so that was pretty cool.”

“I’ve never had a job,” Santana admits, “My dad won’t let me.”

Brittany chuckles, “Why am I not surprised by that?”

Santana sends her a playful glare before asking, “So why’d you quit cheering?”

“It’s boring.”

“Boring?” Santana laughs out of disbelief.

“Yeah, it didn’t really challenge me,” Brittany shrugs.

“But the stunts?”

“I’ve already done gymnastics so nothing new to me.”

Santana gives her a look for that, “You must’ve not had the right kind of Captain. “

“You think so?” Brittany raises her brow challengingly.

“I know so,” Santana smirks and slides a little closer, “I can promise you’d never get bored on my squad.”

Brittany bites her lip at the sound of Santana’s flirty tone but she puts some distance between them. After all, they’re still in Santana’s kitchen and who knows where Maribel and Hector are.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Santana asks innocently.

Brittany narrows her eyes although she can’t help but smile, “Flirt with me.”

“I didn’t realize I was.”

“Well, you were and you can’t do that right now,” Brittany says before drying her hands, “I came here because I’m mad at you, but… I guess that was before I knew you were grounded so I can’t really be mad anymore.”

Santana looks confused, “Wait…you’re mad at me? Why?”

Brittany turns away, “It sounds silly now.”

Santana softens at Brittany’s sudden shyness, “Tell me.”

“Well, I thought you were ignoring me on purpose,” Brittany admits guiltily, “You said we would talk soon and then I went two days without hearing from you and…at first I was worried and then I got kind of angry. I thought you might have had…second thoughts.”

“Oh,” Santana breathes out and combs her fingers through her long dark hair, “I’m sorry. Like I said, it happened really quickly – I couldn’t send out a warning or anything.”

“I get that now,” Brittany nods, “Especially after that lunch.”

“Yeah,” Santana says sadly, “I should get my phone back soon, maybe later today if my mom has anything to do with it.”

“Okay,” Brittany replies, “Then maybe we can talk about what we’re doing?”

Santana sighs, “Britt…this is still really new for me. My family isn’t like yours and I’m not like you.”

Brittany starts to frown, “I know that.”

“So you have to stop pressuring me,” Santana replies.

“Santana,” Brittany sighs as she takes one of her hands, “I wasn’t trying to pressure you, I just don’t want you to get comfortable in hiding who you are.”

Judging by the surprised look on Santana’s face, Brittany’s not sure if she’s just crossed a line she shouldn’t have. She wasn’t trying to be rude, if anything she cares way too much and she just wants Santana to know that.

“I’m sorry,” Brittany says in a softer tone as she runs her thumb over the back of Santana’s hand, “I just…I know how hard it is to venture out of your comfort zone – especially when it comes to this stuff – and I feel like that’s exactly what you were doing. You were getting comfortable with hiding us and with the way I feel about you and knowing how you feel about me…I don’t want to do that.”

Santana looks a little guilty as she nods, “I don’t want to either.”

“I like you,” Brittany admits around a timid grin as she lets go of Santana’s hand, “I really like you and I like kissing you and being around you, but I can only be patient and wait for so long. I’m not asking you to have everything figured out, because who does at our age?”

“Like, no one.”

“Exactly.”

Santana gives her small smile, “There’s that infamous Pierce wisdom again.”

Brittany lifts her shoulder casually at the compliment while Santana just stares at the blonde with this serene look on her face. It kind of makes Brittany feel see-through but in a good way. The kind of way that has her going out on a limb here and voicing exactly what she wants for them.

Brittany nervously bites her lip, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I think you and I are awesome together and I wouldn’t mind figuring out stuff with you.”

Santana looks like she’s about to melt into a puddle as she says, “Brittany.”

The blonde has never heard her name sound so pretty, but she guesses it helps when there’s a gorgeous girl saying it. It makes her feel tingly all over and she can’t help but grin.

“We won’t have to label it yet if you don’t want to,” Brittany rambles, “I mean, I’d love to call you my girlfriend because I think it kinda has a nice ring to it but I don’t want to pressure you. I just need to know whether or not we’re an us or still Santana and Brittany.”

Santana flutters her thick lashes as she looks up at Brittany with this look of pure adoration.

“Did you just ask me to be your girlfriend?” Santana asks around a small smile.

Brittany lets out a nervous chuckle as she squeezes the back of her neck, “I think I did – which I didn’t plan on doing but I’m not taking it back now.”

“Good,” Santana replies and that makes Brittany’s smile widen, “I don’t want you to.”

Brittany bites her bottom lip to keep from beaming, “So does that mean…”

Santana giggles as she tugs a little on the bottom of Brittany’s shirt and pulls her in even closer. Her expression turns solemn and Brittany’s smile falters, unsure if that’s a good or bad sign.

“I can’t promise you that I won’t say the wrong thing again or I won’t disappoint you,” Santana says, “You know I’m still a work in progress and I wish that meant that you didn’t have to worry about me back stepping or getting scared, but I really don’t know.”

Brittany looks worried but she tries to mask it with an, “Okay.”

“But…I can try to be better,” Santana adds sounding a lot more hopeful, “I want to be better. Like I’ve said before, I want to be someone you deserve to be with and if we’re going to do this thing for real then it’s time that I put in the work to show you that. I’ve never really been a great girlfriend in the past, but with you – there’s nothing I want more.”

The overwhelming relief that washes over Brittany is unmatched and all she wants to do is wrap Santana up in the tightest hug ever and kiss her silly, but she’s so surprised by the turn of events that all she can do is stand there and stare dopily.

“Okay,” Brittany says again behind her grin.

Santana laughs before looking around hesitantly. After a glance around the kitchen, she’s rolling up on her tippy toes to place a chaste kiss to Brittany’s cheek. The move surprises the quarterback but she smiles anyway.

“I’m taking that as a yes?” Brittany jokes.

“It’s definitely a yes,” Santana giggles and Brittany can’t stop staring at how cute her dimples are when she’s smiling so brightly. She wants to do everything in her power to make Santana smile like that more often – hopefully she can – but then she sees the time displayed on the microwave and suddenly frowns.

“Crap! I should get going,” Brittany says in a hurry, “I’m supposed to pick up Pete from my grandparents’ house in like five minutes. They’re hosting poker at their place tonight.”

Santana quirks a brow, “Poker?”

“Yeah,” Brittany answers casually, “Pretend you didn’t hear that though. I’m not really supposed to say. My mom doesn’t like when they gamble.”

Santana chuckles at that, “Okay then, let me walk you out.”

As she leads the way, they pass Maribel reading in the living room alone. The woman glances up at them and smiles.

“You heading home now, Brittany?” Maribel asks.

“Almost. I have to pick up my little brother first,” Brittany replies, “Thank you for lunch.”

“Of course, any time!”

“I’m just going to walk Brittany to the car,” Santana says to which Maribel only nods with this knowing smile. It makes Brittany wonder what that is but soon Santana’s nudging her out the door and closing it behind them.

“Geez, can’t get rid of me soon en – “

The closes just in time for Santana to steal a kiss. It catches Brittany off guard but she smiles into anyway, hoping it lasts a little longer than the peck on her cheek in the kitchen.

“I couldn’t do that in there,” Santana explains when she pulls away, “Not yet.”

“Not yet,” Brittany grins, “We can wait awhile to do that in front of your parents. Your dad kind of scares me a little. Actually, your mom does too.”

Santana chuckles, “So could I call you later? You know, if I get my phone back tonight?”

“Sure!”

“Okay cool,” Santana nods happily, “Well…have a safe drive.”

“I will,” Brittany winks before walking to her car. She buckles in and waves one last time to Santana before heading off.

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Santana’s heart is a little heavy when she heads back inside despite what just happened in her kitchen. The pure joy and happiness she feels for finally clearing things up with Brittany is great, but it’s not enough to overshadow the impending doom since she opened her big mouth during lunch. Santana has felt this particular storm brewing for some time now and all she has is her attitude to thank for it to finally happen.

Maribel glances from her book when the front door closes and Santana instantly feels her shoulders sink beneath the weight of what’s to come.

Why couldn’t she have bit her tongue like always? Why’d she have to do this now of all times?

There’s this sympathetic look on Maribel’s face as she sets the book aside.

“Brittany’s a sweet girl,” Maribel mentions like any talk of Brittany is some sort of ice breaker for Santana.

It kind of is now; it’s hard not to smile when the blonde crosses Santana’s mind.

“The sweetest,” Santana agrees bashfully before joining her mom on the couch.

They sit there in silence for a moment and Santana’s not sure what Maribel’s going to say next. Talk of Brittany wasn’t her first choice, but she rather that than the latter – at least while it’s just them sitting there.

“So are you two…a couple?” Maribel asks hesitantly.

Santana’s first instinct is to lie and she really considers going through with it, but she doesn’t. She has to do things differently this time – for her and for Brittany. With Maribel, Santana finds a little comfort and pushes her boundaries.

“Kind of.”

Santana’s answer makes Maribel look back at her quizzically.

“Kind of?” Maribel asks, “That was a yes or no question.”

Santana blushes as she stammers out, “Yes. Yes, we are.”

Maribel smiles proudly, “When did that happen?”

“Just a little while ago,” Santana can’t help but smile, “While we were doing the dishes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Santana’s grin turns bashful, “I…I really like her, Mami. I’ve liked her for awhile now.”

“I can see why. She seems like a great girl,” Maribel winks, “What took you two so long?”

Santana knows Maribel was only joking but it makes her start to frown. She knows she isn’t the easiest person to be with and it takes a special kind of patience to stick it out for as long as Brittany has, but that doesn’t make her feel any less guilty about it.

“It’s complicated,” Santana ends up saying.

Maribel nods like she understands, but Santana doubts she really does.

That’s not on her though, that’s on Santana because she makes every conversation about her feelings so difficult. She’s not sure when the wires got crossed and everything started to feel like pulling teeth to her, but it’s been like this for years and she hates it. It’s like being honest with herself and her feelings meant going against this image she has created over the years.

Santana hates how she has played this role for so long – has tried to live up to everyone’s expectations – that she doesn’t know who she is anymore. Did she ever even know in the first place? The crazy thing is though, with Brittany she can see theses glimpses of her true self – the person she wishes she could be all the time if no one cared about reputations or sexuality.

Her feelings for Brittany came so easily, it was like the moment she laid eyes on the blonde at Puck’s End of Summer party that was it. Santana was hooked then and there. She didn’t expect Brittany to have that kind of effect on her, but here she is a few months later wanting to be the best version of herself…just so she can be someone Brittany deserves.

And really, it sounds like the biggest task in the world. To sort through everything that makes up Santana and pick out what’s real and what isn’t so that she can finally be herself…it’s a lot. But, she’s making some progress when it comes to her love life and that’s half of the battle. The other half is about her future and she has only begun to voice her true feelings.

Santana picks at a thread that has come loose on her sweater and wonders aloud.

“Is Papi angry with me about what I said?”

There’s a quiet sigh from the opposite end of the couch before Maribel answers, “He’s surprised.”

Santana bites her lip, unsure if that really answers her question. Judging by Hector’s reaction and how abruptly her parents left after lunch, it doesn’t look good for her.

“You should talk to him though,” Maribel adds, “He won’t begin to understand you if you don’t.”

Santana lets out a dry laugh and Maribel quirks her brow at that.

“What’s so funny?”

Santana only shrugs, “I’m just not in the mood for another lecture.”

Maribel straightens up as Santana continues.

“I don’t know how many times I can apologize for things that I’m not actually sorry about,” Santana says, “I wasn’t really sorry for breaking JBI’s camera or starting that fight with those jerks on the football team and I’m not sorry for wanting to go somewhere other than Harvard. I’m not, Mami, and I can’t go up there if an apology is what he wants from me.”

“That is exactly why you need to talk to him. Tell him what you just told me,” Maribel replies before scooting closer to Santana, “Mija, you should never apologize for standing up for yourself. Granted, there’s a certain way to go about it that doesn’t involve your fists or football players three times your size…”

Santana ducks her head, “I’m really working on it.”

“I know you are,” Maribel replies, “But he doesn’t and that’s only because you talk to me more often than you talk to your father.”

Santana crosses her arms protectively over her chest, “He’s so hard to talk to.”

“Doesn’t mean you stop trying.”

“Tell that to him.”

“Go tell him yourself.”

Santana looks wide-eyed at her mom, “Seriously?”

Maribel only reaches for her book, “Yes, seriously.”

“But,” Santana stammers, “He never wants to hear what I have to say and I’m not trying to be grounded for the rest of my life.”

Maribel only chuckles, “You won’t be.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because,” Maribel replies, “One conversation between you two where you actually say what you mean and he actually listens will work wonders and I think now’s the perfect time for that to happen. I think you’re both ready to have that talk.”

Santana bites her lip nervously, “What if it doesn’t work out?”

Maribel looks to Santana and gives her this sympathetic smile, “Then he isn’t the man I married and this might be an even bigger problem than I thought.”

Santana’s brows rise at that but she doesn’t say anything more, just sits there in silence mulling over whether or not she’s brave enough to actually face her dad. With everything currently on her plate, she doesn’t think she’s ready. If anything, she’s drained and thinking about having to go up to Hector’s office and have this talk just makes her feel even more exhausted.

Maribel watches Santana hesitate in leaving and reaches over to pat her ankle, “You don’t have to talk to him today, but don’t leave things unsaid for too much longer. The sooner, the better.”

Santana nods, wondering where she’s heard that before.

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Later that night, Brittany’s sprawled out on her bed watching footage of Carmel High’s Championship game from last year. She wants to be more than prepared for their upcoming game in two weeks’ time so putting in this extra work will hopefully help.

Brittany’s about halfway through when her phone starts to ring on her nightstand. She glances to it, not expecting to see the name that pops up and quickly scrambles to answer the call.

“Well, look who got their phone back!”

Santana chuckles down the line, “Yup! I’m officially a free woman…again.”

“Awesome,” Brittany beams as she rolls onto her back and stares up at the ceiling.

She has been thinking about Santana since the moment she left the Lopez residence. This is her girlfriend and even though she has yet to say the title out loud, just thinking it makes the butterflies in her stomach go crazy.

“How’d the rest of your day go?”

Brittany tries to recall the past few hours, “Well, Pete kicked my butt in Monopoly. The kid is pretty ruthless, I wonder if he’ll be some big shot business tycoon when he’s older.”

“That’s cute.”

Brittany feels like blushing, “How about yours?”

“It went okay,” Santana hesitates for a moment, “I told my mom about us.”

“You did?” Brittany’s eyes widen and she can’t hide the surprise in her voice.

“Yeah, is that okay? She asked if we were a couple after you left…I didn’t want to lie.”

A smile stretches across Brittany’s face, “Yeah, that’s totally okay! I wasn’t sure if you wanted to tell people yet or…you know.”

“Well, I’m trying out being honest for a change,” Santana replies, “I figure if I have such an amazing girlfriend, why hide it?”

Brittany’s jaw drops and she’s so glad that Santana can’t actually see her right now because she must be a sight to see. She tries to play off being so blindsided by Santana’s glimmer of confidence by moving along the conversation.

“Sorry about leaving so suddenly earlier,” Brittany apologizes.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“So…Harvard, huh?” Brittany mentions, “I didn’t know you wanted to go there.”

“I don’t,” Santana answers with a chuckle.

“Oh,” Brittany moves to sit up against her headboard wondering if this was the right topic to switch to, “Is that why lunch got weird when we started talking about college?”

“Kind of,” Santana sighs, “I haven’t told my dad yet and I probably should’ve instead of the way I brought it up today. I’m supposed to be a doctor like most in my family and Harvard is where they’ve all gone. It’s kind of tradition.”

Brittany frowns, “So traditions aren’t just a Lima thing?”

“Not really, at least when it comes to my family,” Santana explains, “It’s a legacy thing.”

“Is that what you want to do?” Brittany wonders, “Be a doctor too?”

“I’m not sure anymore. I feel like I have to redeem myself for all the crap I’ve put them through and going to Harvard is the guaranteed way to do that.”

“But that’s not fair to you,” Brittany replies, “Especially if it’s not something you really want, or is it?”

Santana lets out a tired sigh, “I’ve spent so much of my life being told what I wanted that I can’t tell if it’s what I really want or what I’m just conditioned to want. I mean, I like helping people but I don’t see myself being a dermatologist like my Dad. Number one, it kind of grosses me out and two…I think it’s boring.”

Brittany giggles at that, “So is there anything else that does interest you? What about one of those kid doctors?”

“Me? Dealing with kids?” Santana lets out a bellyaching laugh, “Not a chance in hell, even if I’m making bank while doing it.”

Brittany finds herself grinning at the sound of Santana loosening up, “Why not?”

“I’m not really the best with kids.”

“Liar,” Brittany teases, “You’re great with Pete!”

“That’s because Pete isn’t like other kids, he’s actually cool. Sick kids can be brats and I’m not down to listen to all that whining.”

Brittany shakes her head and laughs, “Well, from personal experience I think you’d make a great doctor if that’s what you want to be. You’ve taken great care of me a bunch of times.”

“Thanks Britt,” Santana says and the blonde can practically hear the smile she probably wears, “What about you? Any schools your mom is forcing onto you in order to uphold the family legacy?”

“No family legacy here,” Brittany chuckles, “But Ohio State would be cool if I could get a scholarship for football, especially if those scouts looking at me back in Florida don’t pull through.”

“So that’s where you’re from,” Santana jokes, “You’ve never said.”

“Really? I swore I have.”

“No, but it does explain a lot.”

Brittany quirks her brow, “Does it?”

“Definitely. I was thought there was this different air about you,” Santana explains, “It’s probably because you’re one of the few people here who have actually seen the ocean.”

“Wait,” Brittany chuckles, “You’ve never seen the ocean?”

“Nope. I’ve lived in Lima all of my life, never really left either.”

“That’s so crazy!” Brittany gasps, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that hasn’t seen the ocean. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss it now that I can’t go to the beach anymore. It used to be my favorite place, everyone has to experience it at some point in their life.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to check it.”

Brittany softens as she imagines Santana and how she might react. She thinks about the cheek-bunching smile she’d wear and the sound of her laughter mixing in with the sea breeze. She imagines her being so carefree for once in her life and it makes Brittany smile.

“Maybe I’ll take you one day?” Brittany finds herself saying.

Santana doesn’t say anything for a moment and Brittany wonders if maybe she crossed a line or something? One day hints at a future together, maybe even one that lasts longer than the school year since taking trips to the beach isn’t something they could do during the weekend.

Waiting for a response makes Brittany’s heart thud, but soon Santana speaks up.

“I could be down with that.”

“Yeah?” Brittany grins.

“As long as you’re my tour guide, it sounds like fun.”

Brittany bites her lip at that, once again super thankful that Santana can’t see how her words can turn Brittany into mush.

“Sweet. So,” Brittany hums as she sinks down into her pillows, “What else did you get up to after I left?”

“Not much,” Santana answers, “Just finishing up some work before school starts up again. My parents went to my Abuela’s house, they’re still there so they must be having a good time.”

Brittany can swear she hears sadness in Santana’s tone, “How come you didn’t go too?”

Santana doesn’t answer right away and Brittany wonders if maybe she has breached a touchy subject. Before she can try and change the subject though, Santana answers.

“I’m not exactly welcome there anymore.”

Brittany isn’t sure what to say.

“She’s not very…accepting. We haven’t spoken since I came out to her. It didn’t really end well for me and clearly she isn’t interested in making amends so…”

Brittany can tell Santana’s trying to be nonchalant about this but the sadness is so evident. It just breaks Brittany’s heart and all she wants to do right now is wrap her arms around Santana, to make her feel safe and wanted.

“I’m so sorry,” Brittany replies softly, “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We’re talking, you’re allowed to ask questions.”

“I know, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t. I promise, if you cross a line then I’ll just hang up on you.”

Brittany gasps but softens when she hears Santana’s cute little giggle.

“Not funny,” Brittany smirks as she turns off her bedside light. Now the light of her alarm clock is the only glow in the room.

“Kind of is.”

Brittany shakes her head, her eyelids feeling a little heavier than before, “You should’ve texted me earlier or something. I could’ve invited you over for Monopoly, really test Petey’s skills.”

Santana chuckles, “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe,” Brittany accidentally says through a yawn.

“You sound tired,” Santana mentions, “Losing is hard work, isn’t it?”

Brittany giggles sleepily, “In most cases I’d say I wouldn’t know, but since we’re talking about Monopoly…yeah, it really is.”

Santana laughs at that, “Do you want me to let you go so you can get some sleep then?”

Brittany rolls onto her side and snuggles into her pillows, “Not really.”

“But you’re tired, you should sleep.”

“I know, but I like talking to you more.”

“More than sleep? Aren’t I special?”

“Duh,” Brittany giggles, “I will gladly lose sleep over you.”

“Okay,” Santana laughs too, “How can I argue with such a smooth talker?”

“You can’t,” Brittany teases; she isn’t even trying to keep her eyes open anymore, “Can you stay here until I fall asleep?”

“Sure Britt,” Santana replies softly, “It doesn’t sound like you’re too far off.”

“It’s been a long day,” Brittany mentions tiredly.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm, but it’s ending way better than it started.”

Santana hums happily, “So… what do I talk about if I know you’re falling asleep?”

“We don’t have to talk,” Brittany chuckles weakly, “Do whatever you were doing before you called and I’ll just listen?”

“Oh, okay then.”

There’s a long pause and Brittany nearly falls asleep, but then she hears the melodic sounds of piano keys followed by a familiar voice singing so beautifully.

At first, Brittany perks up a little wanting to make sure that she isn’t hearing things – that Santana really is singing to her. She’s only ever heard Santana a couple times before and she usually stops when she realizes someone is listening, but it’s not like that now.

Santana doesn’t care about someone listening because she is singing just for her.

And wow, what a voice!

It’s like rolling thunder with a warmth that reminds her of a crackling bonfire; Brittany hasn’t heard anything like it. She can only smile as she lays her phone down on the pillow next to her, trying her hardest to will herself to stay awake even longer just so she can continue to listen to Santana’s beautiful voice.

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What Do You Dream About? | jjk

When ___’s brother comes to her asking for help, she has no other choice than to take his place as a member of the biggest gang in the city, B.A.F. However, this is when BTS, another cartel, arrives in town that ___ has for mission to keep company to Jeon Jungkook, the leader of the gang. But BTS is only there for a few days, and ___ realizes soon enough that she only has a night to enjoy Jungkook’s company. Or that she thinks, at least.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Mafia au | Strangers to Lovers | Fluff | Smut

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 9.8k

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, language, English is not my first language so if some sentences are weird it’s probably the reason (sorry about that lol)

A/N: I’ve already posted that OS but with another fanbase. However, I took it off from tumblr because I am not longer reading about the group (I still love you my babies tho), and I wanted to modify it a bit before posting it here. So this is my first ever English work, I hope you will enjoy it!

“You must be kidding me!”

It was the first and only thing you could say at the very moment. But as you looked at Yohan, your younger brother, you could tell he wasn’t kidding. Not at all, actually. “How did that happen?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know, to be honest, but you still had to ask.

“I was just… bored, I guess.” You’ve never been a violent kind of person, but at that very moment, all you wanted to do was to slap him. Hard. “You were bored? Jesus, Yohan! When people are bored, they read a book or watch television. They do not get enrolled in a gang.”

And now he was in deep shit. Asking for your help. But how could you ever say no to him, your little brother, the apple of your eyes.

“What gang?” You finally asked. Just thinking about the possibility of dealing with all those criminals was making you shiver. But you had no other choice. “B.A.F.” Yohan muttered.

B.A.F. was an acronym for Brave and Free. It wasn’t the biggest gang in the country, but it was the most important one in your city, the one controlling it. You could understand Yohan didn’t know how to deal with the situation, because you had no clue yourself. “I’ll deal with it.” You yet told him. You didn’t know how, but you knew you would find a way out.

It appeared that it wasn’t hard to find the B.A.F’s headquarters. What was hard though, was to manage to talk to someone who could – who would accept to be more precise – to listen to your offer. It took you almost thirty minutes and a lot of flirting to convince the guard to let you in. Not to mention the good amount of money you had to provide. What he didn’t need to know was that it didn’t matter for you: you could have offered him way more since your father always made sure your bank account was full enough.

“The girl ‘ere wan’ed to talk to ya, boss.” The huge amount of muscles said to a middle-aged man who looked at you curiously. “And what’s the girl’s name?” If you didn’t know already that he was the leader of the gang, you would have immediately guessed. He wasn’t only dressed in fancy clothes. All in him yelled power and respect, from his demeanor to his perfectly styled hair.

“____.” Your voice wasn’t as confident as you would have wanted it to be, but you still managed to control it enough not to be shaky. You also took advantage of the silence to add quickly your last name after a few seconds.

That’s when you decided to take a look at what was around you. The room was simple, and you noticed the guard from the entrance had already left. But you immediately realized that you weren’t alone. Other gang members were attending this meeting, and you almost let a gasp of surprise when you recognized Kim Taehyung in the lot.

Taehyung was studying at the same university as you. He was a tall, beautiful, young man. He belonged to the kind of men that were almost impossible to ignore when passing them in the corridors. However, as much as you knew who he was, you were almost 100% sure he didn’t know you in return. And it was maybe better that way.

“Well, ___… Why such a pleasant surprise?” The leader got your attention back, a malicious smirk on the corner of his lips. You sighed lightly, mostly to gather your courage. “I’m Yohan’s sister. I- I would like to make a deal.” He didn’t ask anything. Or at least not verbally. Because the eyebrow he raised clearly showed you he wanted you to keep going.

“I would like you to let him go. To free him.” Bursts of laughter weren’t the reaction you were expecting. And it didn’t make you feel confident. Not a bit. “You must be very brave to come ask us such a thing, doll. Or very stupid.” At that moment, you started to think that you made a mistake by coming here. You started to think you were digging your own grave by trying to deal with these men.

“Fine. I’m all ears. What do you have to offer me?” You gulped. You knew with the look on his face, with the glint in his eyes that you’ll have to offer him more than what you had expected in the first place to manage to have what you wanted. “I can give you a lot of money. My father-” But he cut you before you could even finish your sentence.

“I don’t care about your money, doll. I am nothing like the pathetic guard you just bought with you daddy’s money. I have myself all the money I want. All the money I need. So I repeat my question: what do you have to offer me?” His tone was harsh and clear. If you wanted to stay alive, you would have to propose him more. Something that he would never be able to buy by himself.

I looked at Taehyung, the only person you knew here, as if he was going to help you. To save you. But it was obviously vain. So you said the first thing that came to your mind. The stupidest thing that crossed your mind, to be precise.

“I want to make an exchange.” You saw immediately his facial expression changing. He was interested. “My brother in exchange of me.”

You heard some more laughs in the room, but none of them came from the mouth of the man in front of you. “And what made you think we would want you instead of your brother, doll?” It wasn’t the leader who talked, but a man you had never seen before on your left.

Even though the question didn’t come from the most important man of the room, you still understood that an answer was required. Because yes, why you and not Yohan after all? “You have plenty of men under your orders. More than you probably even need. But women ready to sell their lives forever? Something tells me that you won’t receive that kind of proposition every other day.”

And just like that, with a few words, you sold your soul to the devil himself.

“I think we have a deal, ___.”

Fortunately, your role in the gang wasn’t important. It was always about distracting men while other members stole things from them or delivering some shit you didn’t know about. In other words, nobody ever asked you to complete important missions. Or at least, it had not happened yet.

“BTS are in town.” Taehyung told you one day. It was him who inherited the task of supervising you. And let’s say immediately that he wasn’t very keen about it when he learnt it.

“And I should be excited because…” You were walking next to each other through the dense crowd of the university. However, no matter how full the corridors were, Taehyung was doing a good job at cleaning the way, he always had. “Not excited, ___. But it’s a big deal for the gang. The boss has been wanting to collaborate with them for so long. It’s a huge opportunity.”

A huge opportunity that led you to get asked to accomplish a mission way more important than the one that had been attributed to you in the past. And little did you know that mission was going to change the rest of your life forever.

“So all you have to do is serve him and his closest members all night long.” Taehyung explained you for maybe the tenth time that day. “And what does ‘serve him’ mean, exactly?”

“You know, the usual shit. Taking his orders, bringing him drinks. Bending over so he has a full sight of your ass.”

The member that has slowly started to become your friend these past weeks left you alone after that explanation and walked through the people that were dancing and drinking in the party the leader of your gang organized. Taehyung turned around after realizing you were not following him, and that’s when you saw it in his eyes. Was it pity or sadness? No matter what it was, he was still waiting for you to lead you to your mission: play the waitress – a generic word that had a different meaning for your boss than it had for you – with the leader of BTS. You already knew it was going to be a long night.

“Mr. Jeon, let me introduce you to ___. She will be at your service for the rest of the night. You can ask her anything and everything you want, and she will make it her personal pleasure to satisfy your needs.” Taehyung said to a group of men sitting in a comfortable couch. Once again, it wasn’t difficult to determine who was the leader among all the members. What surprised you though was his age: he couldn’t be much older than you were.

But then you realized what Taehyung just stated. And especially what he was implying. “Not anything and everything, actually. I’m a waitress, not a prostitute.” You clarified loudly, earning a gaze from Taehyung next to you.

“___…” The tall man warned. But you didn’t care. If he thought you were going to have anything close to sex with the leader of BTS, he was wrong. Terribly wrong. You were not a slut.

You were going to protest once more, but the man in front of you interrupted your confrontation before you could even open your mouth. “You can leave now, Taehyung.” And so did he, without even looking twice at you.

You looked at the man with raven hair still sitting in the couch and gulped. Saying you were not intimidated would have been a lie, but you still managed to warn him. “I won’t have sex with you.” Which made him laugh. A warm and honest laugh. “I know, doll.”

What was with gang leaders and calling girls doll?

“If I can be honest, you’re a very pretty girl. Almost like a doll. Maybe that’s why you earned that name.” You almost slapped yourself in the face when you realized you spoke your thoughts out loud and he heard it. God was probably punishing you for something you couldn’t even remember.

He laughed when he noticed how your cheeks became a deep shade of red, even though there wasn’t much light for him to notice. And again this warm laugh that surprisingly made you want to trust him when you probably shouldn’t feel that way.

The night wasn’t as long as you had expected it to be. Jungkook – that’s how he asked you to call him – wasn’t very demanding. Only a drink now and then. And smiles, a lot of beautiful smiles that would have fooled you on the innocence of the owner if you didn’t know what was hidden behind this endearing behavior. Yet, the man knew he was handsome, and he was taking advantage of it.

But more than anything else, Jungkook surprised you when, halfway through the party, he got up and walked towards you. “This party is boring.” He stated, and you bit your lower lip to hide the smile that was menacing to spread on your face. He was right, but you couldn’t agree with him, in case indiscreet ears had been listening all along.

“Would you do me a favor?” He hiccupped right after saying this, and you had to prevent another smile. “Would you take me home? I drank way too much to drive by myself, and the other members are kinda busy.” They were indeed occupied with girls who were offering them lap dances. A usual for those parties. You glanced back at Jungkook who was now presenting his keys to you.

You bit your lips, trying to think about the best decision to take. You weren’t exactly naive. You knew it could be a way to attract you into his house. But on the other hand, he drank too much to be able to drive his car.

“How can I be sure it’s not a trap? Why would I trust you?” His eyes glinted for a second while looking at you. But he shook his head and answered you, the glint disappearing as quickly as it appeared. “Why wouldn’t you? Did I do anything that would make you doubt me?” He was bold and you were speechless. “I promise I won’t force you to do anything with me, ___.”

You knew that a promise from a leader of a gang didn’t mean shit. But you still grabbed his keys to take him home. At that moment, you didn’t think about how you were going to get home. You didn’t think about the fact you didn’t tell Taehyung you were leaving. You didn’t think about the fact he was a gang leader. You were only thinking about how he already got you under his spell. How dangerously appealing a man like him was. And it was terrifying you.

His house was fucking huge. And that was probably the first thing you said when you both entered his living room. “It’s not really my house. I’m just renting it.”

But it didn’t matter. It was still huge, and you were used to enormous spaces.

“Want something to drink?” Jungkook questioned while moving towards a cabinet where alcohol was probably waiting to be drunk. “Just water, please.” You didn’t want to lose any bit of your ability to make reflected decisions. Not with him around you. Not when you already felt inebriated just by being around him.

“Here, your just water.” He gave you a fancy glass that was probably made in some fancy material like crystal. One more thing that proved Jungkook was probably richer than the Queen of England herself.

“I’m very curious about how you ended up in that gang.” The leader told me after looking at you intently for a moment. “What make you think that I haven’t been a part of this world my whole life?”

Jungkook did not become the leader of the biggest gang by simple luck. It was position that required self-discipline, composure, responsibilities and also a big sense of observation. And analyzing the environment in which he was growing was a talent particularly developed by the leader. “Your manners. And the respect you have towards the others. Towards yourself.” It sounded like a compliment. At least, you decided it was one, especially when you considered how it sounded in his mouth. Like something honorable.

“Just had to make a deal to get my younger brother out of this.” He didn’t answer right away and just looked at you a little bit longer.” So you sacrificed yourself?” You just nodded because, honestly, you never thought about it that way until now. You just wanted Yohan to be happy and live the life he always dreamt about, no matter if you had to abandon your owns dreams in the meantime. “Loyalty is highly appreciated by people like me. What kind of leader would refuse such a deal? Especially when the deal look like that.”

“What do you mean?” You searched the man’s eyes in the mid-light, mid-darkness of the living room and you weren’t disappointed by what you found in them. A pure glint of mischief and amusement. “I meant, who would say no to have a literal walking goddess among their gang members?”

You would lie if you said you didn’t blush because of his comment. Jungkook was a handsome man after all. But you decided to play along, hoping he didn’t notice your actual, flustered state. “So this is it. Your best cheesy pick-up line?”

His next move took you by surprise. He walked towards you, like a predator. And you were clearly his prey. Once he stopped two inches away from you, he captured a strand of your hair between his forefinger and his thumb. You were completely at his mercy, caught in between the want of pressing your body to feel more, to have more of him and the need of taking a step back in fear of ending in a dangerous situation you wouldn’t have the strength to stop. But no matter the risks, he could have done anything to you and you wouldn’t have emitted a single protest. “I totally can do way better, but I’m not sure your heart could handle it.”

You were now as red as a tomato. Everything about him and the way he acted was flustering you. His proximity. His breath brushing against your skin. The way he pronounced every single word delicately. His scent – holy shit, if he didn’t smell like heaven... He was slightly driving you crazy.

But he suddenly took a step backwards and you breathed deeply, feeling free of your movements, of your thoughts once again. “I thought you said you wouldn’t try to seduce me, Jungkook.”

Your pitiful attempt to save what was left of your self-control faded away the moment your host answered you. “I never promised I wouldn’t try to seduce you, doll. I said that I wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to.”

And maybe you were naïve, maybe it was stupid to feel that way, but you trusted him. Because at this moment, you really wanted to be there with him. And you were prepared to continue this dance you had with him that was slowly inflaming all your organs, but Jungkook chose this moment to change his strategy.

“Tell me more about you, ___.” This man knew how to keep you on your toes. In all ways possible. “What do you wanna know?”

Jungkook now had made himself something that was probably a strong whisky and was sipping from his glass, not even bothered by the strong taste of it. He was looking like if he was thinking about what he really wanted to know about you. And finally, he seemed to be decided. He pushed his glass away from his mouth and smiled to you. He had a terribly nice smile.

“What do you dream about, pretty girl? I want to know everything about your craziest dreams.”

You weren’t even startled, this time. You were blown away. He was unpredictable. And you were speechless because you never really thought about what you really wanted in life. “I don’t know. I guess I just want to be happy.” You shrugged. It was probably the lamest answer you could have given him. But that was the only one you had in mind at that very moment. Yet you didn’t want to look at his face to discover how bored and disappointed he was by you. So you changed quickly the perspective of the conversation. “What about you, Jungkook?”

Plus, in all honesty, he was unreadable, and you wanted to know more than anything about him as well.

“I don’t know if I can trust you enough for that, love.” Again, one of his pet names. But it was his statement that got your attention the most and made you quirk an eyebrow. “For what I know, you could be gathering information about me for your gang leader. It wouldn’t be the first time a lovely, good-looking girl would try to seduce me in order to ruin me better later.”

Multiple emotions immediately overwhelmed you after his explanation. The first one was astonishment. You weren’t expecting that at all. But it didn’t last for a long time, because right after you felt genuinely upset. How could he even imagine you would play him like that?! But as he told you, he was the leader of BTS – one of the biggest cartels of the country – and he was used to and expected that kind of behavior. From everywhere and everyone. So you couldn’t blame him for being careful. You could even feel your anger slowly fading away to be replaced by something that looked terribly like a mix of empathy and pity. You wouldn’t want to live like that, analyzing every act of every person you hung out with.

You didn’t want Jungkook to know every thought that crossed your mind during this long minute, even though you were almost sure he could read you like an open book. So you just replied with the first thing that went through your head at that moment. “Am I doing a good job though? At seducing you?”

And then you realized. If you wanted him to trust you – and you didn’t even know why you had that want in the first place –, it was the last thing you should have said after his revelation.

You were afraid you already messed up every chance you had of him to open up to you. But you still tried a last thing and got closer to him. Almost as close as he was minutes ago.

“I promise the last thing I want is to ruin you, Jungkook.” It was just a whisper, but you knew the beautiful man had heard it. You were eye to eye, now. You couldn’t be more sincere. And once again, he lifted his hand towards your face, but to stroke your cheek this time. “You’re doing such a good job, love.”

You bit your lower lip, understanding he was referring to your previous question. His hand was still on your cheek, warming your skin. The sensation was beyond pleasant, but you were too close. You definitely were going to get burnt if you stayed there longer. So you pulled away, making sure to keep a safe distance between your bodies.

“Are you trusting me enough to answer my question, now?” You knew it was a bold move, considering your position. You knew he was a gang leader. And you knew you could get in trouble for being insolent like you were. But he made you feel so comfortable you couldn’t help yourself.

“I have everything I’ve ever desired, love. All my dreams became true a long time ago.” He broke the silence after some time of thinking. However, something in the way he said it weren’t right, making you frown. “I don’t believe you. Everybody has a dream.”

“I’m not everybody.” It was his turn to shrug, and you understood you just shouldn’t push it. So you let it go… for now.

You preferred asking him another questions. A lot of questions, in fact. And he asked you many questions in return. The more you talked, the more you felt comfortable around him. And you talked for a very long time. Until an advanced hour of the night – or the morning, you should say. And you secretly hoped he was as charmed by you as you were by him.

“I never thought it would be that pleasant to have a deep conversation with someone.” Jungkook suddenly affirmed. And you were going to comment his insignificant statement by saying something about all the girls he was used to hook up with, but something hit you hard at that moment. Because the thing was, it wasn’t an insignificant statement even if it looked like it in the first place.

“I almost believed you when you told me you didn’t have any dream.” You saw one of his eyebrows raising on his forehead, quietly asking you to go on with that thought.

“That’s actually very funny. Because it seemed like you have everything you’ve ever wanted. You actually do have everything poor people dream about. A huge house. An expensive car. More money than time to spend it. You even have dishes in crystal…” You lifted the glass now full of some random liquor, but the black-haired man interrupted you. “They are in diamonds, in fact.” You scoffed. He was so rich it was almost ridiculous.

Jungkook had to make a movement with his hand to invite you to continue, but not before you rolled your eyes extravagantly.

“You make it seem like you have everything.” You looked once more at the vastness of his living room before turning your head back towards him. “But in your enormous palace, you feel so lonely. And all you really wish is for some genuine soul to keep you company. Am I wrong?” You murmured the last part, but he had no problem to hear it. You weren’t that far away from each other, anyway. And that’s why it took him only half a second to close the distance between you. You were once again too close for your liking. Too close to allow your mind to think clearly.

“You’re a smart girl, ___.” Jungkook stated. Your heart was pounding in your chest. “Always feeling terribly lonely. And I never stay long enough in a place to find someone who could become my own home.” You immediately knew he hadn’t been that honest with someone in years. And it warmed your heart that he decided to choose you as a safe place to share his deepest secrets with.

“When do you leave?” You hesitated to ask. But you also needed to know. Your heart was still hammering, harder and stronger every minute passing. “Tomorrow.”

And after all the pounding it has been doing since the leader came closer, it suddenly stopped in your chest.

You couldn’t even hide your disappointment. And Jungkook didn’t miss the way your face fell. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He sighed. It was his way to try to ease the feeling that was overwhelming you at that moment. And in a way, it worked. “I’m still not going to have sex with you, Kook.” You let out a small chuckle, but his laugh never came, in opposition of what you had expected. In reality, he was just stunned by the nickname you just used. It was stupid, but he hadn’t been called that way in years.

“What about a kiss?”

You didn’t even have to answer. Your lips were only inches apart. They were brushing against each other. And when you closed your eyes, he decided it was the only sign he had been waiting for before definitely closing the gap between you.

What was a simple kiss at the beginning became soon enough a stronger and deeper one. With your tongues dancing with each other. With your hands discovering each other’s face. With your bodies pressing and melting into the other one.

While you were moving your lips in synchronization with his, you wondered if he was used to kiss every other girl like he was kissing you. Slowly. Passionately. Deeply. You wondered if he was used to pass his hands in other girls’ hair the same way he was stroking yours. Gently. Tenderly. Lovingly. And you wondered if he was used to lay those girls down like he laid you on his couch. Kindly. Delicately. Cautiously.

And more than anything else, you were wondering how you were ever going to forget about the way Jeon Jungkook was kissing your lips. Like if he owned them. Like if they were made for him.

Getting back to your boring life was hard after that night. You couldn’t stop replaying the kisses you shared with Jungkook. You had to occupy your brain with complex tasks to prevent it from daydreaming about the sensations that overwhelmed you during your make-out session with the black-haired leader. And you would have bet it was a complete dream if there wasn’t the remnant of a small hickey adorning the place where your neck and your shoulder met, reminding you this moment of pure bliss when he sucked and bit on the sensitive skin.

That was exactly why you were at the very moment trying to study in a small café of the town. To avoid thinking about Jungkook. And to physically avoid Taehyung.

Unfortunately for you, the fellow member had noticed you leaving the party with your mission of the night. So it wasn’t a surprise he strongly believed something happened between the two of you. Even though you assured him at least twenty times nothing happened at all. Which was a lie, because you still ended up making out on his couch, but he didn’t need to know about that.

But no matter how hard you tried to push your unwanted thoughts away, every single thing around you reminded you of him. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply before sighing. You missed him so much that you even started smelling his cologne instead of the strong scent of coffee when you perfectly knew he was already far away from this town.

However, when you opened your eyes, you almost jumped from surprise. He was there. Jungkook was right in front of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You heard yourself saying. You didn’t even process the words that left your mouth. “I don’t remember you being the swearing type. At least, as long as my mouth stay far away from your neck.”

You were speechless. It was all he had to say? You waited a little bit longer for a different answer than the one he just gave you, but he apparently decided to ignore your question. Which pissed you off even more.

So you ignored him back. It was even more impossible to be concentrated on your work now that Jungkook were looking at you from the other side of the table, but you still could fake it. And that’s what you did by typing on your laptop as if he wasn’t even there.

“What are you working on?” The leader asked you. Silence. You saw his fingers starting fidgeting with one of your pens that were lying on the table. You didn’t know if it was to get your attention or a habit of him, but you just ignored it as well, still typing incoherent words on your laptop. “You’re really pretty today.” He added after a few more minutes. You managed to hold back the scoff that was menacing to get out of your mouth, but no matter how hard you tried, your eyebrow still raised high on your forehead. Was he serious? You weren’t even wearing makeup.

Your technique seemed to work because after another long silence, Jungkook sighed loudly and caught one of your hands. “Fine! I just decided we could stay a little bit longer here.”

You looked up to dive your eyes in his and squeezed his hand back. You could pretend you were annoyed with him, but there was gesture even the sanest person couldn’t deny. Holding his hand and intertwining your fingers with his was one of them. “And what made you change your plan?” You questioned, hoping he would admit the reason was you. And because like you, he couldn’t forget about the night you spent together. “Some unexpected meeting, I would say.”

You didn’t have to ask for further explanations, his eyes were saying it all for him, making your heart miss a beat. You would lie if you said he didn’t get you all flustered. But he was used to it now. And so were you.

“I’m gonna let you pretend you’re working now. Yoongi’s waiting for me outside. We have a meeting with your gang.” You looked outside the café and identified the gang member the leader just mentioned. You had a vague memory of Yoongi being at the party your gang had organized the night before.

Jungkook finally got up but didn’t head towards the door of the café as you expected him to. On the contrary, he walked to you, caught your chin between his fingers and bended your head backwards so you were face to face. “You should be careful. That kind of behavior you had earlier could get you into trouble. You’re lucky I’m all wrapped around your finger.”

You didn’t even have the time to process what he just told you before he placed a feather-like kiss on your lips. And with that, he was gone. Leaving you a complete mess on your chair and no way to concentrate on your work.

You decided, at the end of the day (and only at that moment because you didn’t want to seem too eager either), to pass by the general headquarters, which you usually tried to avoid at all cost. But maybe Jungkook was still there, and you really wanted to see him again.

You’re so whipped, ___. You groaned, the reality hitting you. But you couldn’t fight the urge to see him again anymore. There was something about him, you didn’t know what and you didn’t know why but you didn’t want to fight this desire of knowing more and more and more about him anymore. Not after believing you would never see him again.

But the depot where the B.A.F.’s members were always meeting was almost empty. Except for some girls you usually preferred staying away from. You were going to simply ignore them and leave, but you heard your name being called behind you before you could even reach the exit. What the hell did she want?

“I heard about you and Jungkook.” She simply stated. For what you remembered, her name was Yoojin. However, you couldn’t care less at that moment who she was, all you could think about was her statement and the knot it created in your stomach. You didn’t want to get in trouble with her, because you knew that if she decided to start a fight, she would literally ruin you. But even if you were perfectly aware of it, you weren’t going to let her intimidate you. “What about Jungkook and I?”

“Well, it’s a tradition here to tell other girls what exactly happened with a member of another gang. In details.” Her smile was pure evil. It was no doubt she was dying from jealousy. But you honestly couldn’t care less. “Then it’s a shame that nothing happened. At all.”

Yoojin didn’t like you either. You could see it. And you also could see that she didn’t believe you. Once again, you didn’t give two fucks about what she was thinking. You just wanted to know where the rest of the gang were. However, it wasn’t going to be that easy to get answers from her. “What did you do then? Had a cup of tea?”

“You wouldn’t understand, Yoojin. People like you usually can’t.” Her eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened immediately. Let’s say you already were thinking about the shortest and fastest way to run away from this place. “And what exactly does people like me mean?”

You looked at her for a moment, trying to choose the right words. But it seemed like there wasn’t a right way to get out of this mess. Jungkook was right after all. Your behavior was really going to get you in trouble. “I’m just saying that you can keep acting like a prostitute all you want. But at the end of the day, you will still be remembered at the girl who just opens her legs easily and nothing more.”

You then walked slowly backwards. If there was something you’ve learned during your short life as a gang member, it was to never turn your back to your enemy. You only authorized yourself to do so when you reached the door and grabbed the handle to finally get out. But, once again, she spoke before you could exit the room.

“I hope you enjoyed your time with him, ___. Maybe the current mission is going to be the last one.” It was your turn to be lost. Did she want to scare you just for her own pleasure or was she saying the truth? “What do you mean?”

“They all left hours ago. Had some problems with another gang to solve. And you know how vendettas are… You never know who will return.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” It was a little bit after three in the morning, and you got woken up by loud thumps against the front door of your apartment. But you found yourself wide awake the moment you discovered Jungkook standing behind the door. And when you noticed he was incredibly pale you immediately forgot it was the middle of the night.

“I was worried sick.” You told him while opening your door largely to let him come inside. “You shouldn’t. You know I’m a rock, love.” His voice was weak and when he took a step forward, he stumbled and caught hold of you to prevent him from crashing completely on the ground. That’s when you knew you had all the reasons to be worried.

“What happened?” You helped him walk towards your bedroom that was the closest room from the door. You made him sit on your bed, but even there you could see it was hard for him to keep sitting straight. “Got stabbed by this fucker. Would have died if Taehyung wasn’t a fantastic shooter.”

He showed you the cut on his stomach. It was deep, and you could see that someone did a poor job at stitching it. “It’s infected.” You stated. It became very clear to you that you had to repair it yourself, and quickly.

You got out of the room to go get your stitches set, which was in your living room with your university stuff. You grabbed it and got back to your bedroom where Jungkook hasn’t moved an inch. “I’m going to take them off and do it myself.” You informed the black-haired leader who was watching your every move.

“How come you have that thing?” He was referring to your set. “Perks of being a medicine student.” Your simply answered, focused on your work. Jungkook was now lying on the bed and you could see him wincing from the corner of your eyes, but there wasn’t any other way of fixing the mess of the wound. And unfortunately, anesthetic wasn’t not supplied with the basic kit.

“I didn’t know that. You never told me.” It wasn’t a reproach, just a statement. “You didn’t ask me the other night.” You were now cleaning correctly the wound, hoping that there wasn’t anything inside of it.

You stayed silent for a moment, you working cautiously and him watching you. You would probably have blushed if you weren’t so concentrated on your task. After a few more minutes, the head of the cartel sitting on your bed spoke again, certainly to forget about the pain your needle was causing. “How come you live alone? I mean, your parents’ house wasn’t that far away from the university…”

“Too loud to study. My father has to invite a lot of businessmen because of his job and my brother always plays music loudly and his friends are always over.” What you didn’t tell him, though, was that you hated that house and all the memories that were linked to it.

“And your mother?” Your hand stopped in the air, the needle still between your thumb and your index, your eyes fixed on his stomach. You didn’t want to look at him at the moment. You didn’t want to show him how vulnerable his question made you. “Wasn’t it written in my file? Because I guess that’s where you found my address?”

Talking about your mother always made you bitter. Always reminded you the wound that was still here. Not a physical one, like the one you were stitching, but a mental lesion. An emotional grief that will always be there.

Jungkook didn’t deny he read your file. It was useless, you already knew it. And you weren’t stupid enough to believe one of his lies, anyway. “It wasn’t. And I want to hear from you anyways.” Was all he said. You couldn’t help it anymore, you had to look at his face. To know if it was just to torture you or if he was sincere. And what you saw on his face persuaded you to trust him. Made you fall for him even harder.

“She died. When I was twelve.” At that moment you had completely forgot that you had to finish stitching him. All you could think about was the moment you entered your house to find her lifeless body. “She was depressed. She just… hanged herself in the living room.”

Your father always had been a work freak, but after that you barely saw him at home.

The tension was thick between the two of you. Jungkook didn’t say a thing, which you were grateful for, and just caressed your face with his thumb. You’ve always hated people trying to comfort you with empty words when there was nothing more to say. And as you weren’t talking anymore, you just started to stitch the wound again.

When you finally finished your task, you cut the thread off and got up on your feet. That’s when Jungkook spoke again. “What the hell are you wearing?” You looked down at your outfit and realized you were only wearing a large t-shirt that once belonged to your brother and that arrived mid thighs and hid your panties. “Have I some competition I didn’t know about?” Your unexpected guest added, still on the bed.

He was literally staring at your legs with not a single ounce of shame. And you would have lied if you said you didn’t like it. “You don’t. At all. I just love sleeping with baggy clothes.” He was still lying on the bed, but sit up the moment you said it, the hair previously resting on his forehead coming in front of his eyes. You were craving to pass your hand in it.

“Great. Makes it easier for me.” You saw a cocky smile appearing on his face. The one that you hated as much as you loved. “Even if I know I wouldn’t have to worry too much.” What a presumptuous bastard. He was still smiling at you, as if he already won the battle. “And what make you so sure about it?”

You weren’t prepared for his next move. Even though the moment he grabbed your hand to pull you toward him you knew he was only waiting for you to provoke him. You were now straddling his legs and your face was only inches away from his. At least for now. “This.”

Jeon Jungkook was definitely the best kisser you’ve ever met in your life. Nobody had ever kissed you the way he did. Like if he was hungry. Like if he was thirsty. Like if you were the best meal and drink at the same time of the whole world.

His lips were surprisingly soft and tasted like cinnamon. He bit your lip and you opened immediately your mouth to allow his tongue to meet yours. You had been craving this sensation for almost one week now so you almost moan when you felt it entering your mouth and grazing your own tongue.

You made out for quite a long time. Exchanging your saliva. Stroking each other’s hair, as you wanted so much a few minutes ago. Sucking on the thin skin of your necks and leaving hickeys.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do that. Not with you being hur-” You remembered trying to say at a moment. But you forgot what crossed your mind the moment the man now hovering over you placed his lips on yours once again. And you couldn’t even care less when you felt his hands moving up and down on your thighs. But not once did he get higher than your thighs during your make-out session. Actually, not once did he slide his hands higher during the entire night.

You woke up with Jungkook the next morning. And the morning after that. And again the next morning. In fact, you woke up next to the leader the whole following week. You wanted to blame it on the fact that you had to take care of him, to watch his wound to be sure it was healing correctly. And it was true, in a way. But the very truth was that you couldn’t get enough of him. Especially after the first morning you spent together.

The problem was, Jungkook was very cuddly in the morning. Which would have never been a problem if he didn’t fuel your hormones. With his kisses. And his hands roaming your entire body. His morning boner against your lower back. But that was it. He was only a flirt. Only light touches. Only a tease. And you were sexually frustrated like you’ve never been before.

“Morning.” You heard his voice behind you, spooning being Kook’s favorite way to sleep.

At that point, everything was aggravating the state you were currently in. From his husky morning voice to his fingers grazing the soft skin of your stomach. One inch away from your panties.

The kisses he started to place on your shoulder didn’t help soothing your actual mood. Actually it even made him stop all his moves when he felt how tensed your body was. “What’s going on?”

A whole week of frustration, that’s what’s going on. But you weren’t going to tell him. Because as stupid as it was, you didn’t want to admit out loud he was driving you crazy. Or at least, you didn’t want to admit it before he did. And you also didn’t want to lie. So you stayed silent.

You felt his nose running along your skin, from the end of your shoulder to your earlobe, making your body immediately press harder against his. “You smell so damn good.” At that moment you wondered if he knew what he was doing to you. Was this all on purpose? Or was he just oblivious to the sexual tension between you?

“Tell me what’s going on, baby. I can feel how tensed your body is.” Baby. That was a new one. It was always doll or love. Never baby.

Jungkook groaned when he realized you weren’t going to answer his question. And then turned you around so you were facing each other. The only thing you could think about now was how tempting his lips were.

However, when you tried to capture his mouth with yours, he moved backwards, almost making you moan. As if you weren’t already frustrated enough. You finally thought he was going to kiss you when his face went forward, but it was to once more pull back the moment your lips were going to touch.

Jungkook played that game two or three more times until you finally groaned before speaking again. “Are you going to tell me now?” His lips brushed yours again. Your bodies were now so close you could feel every single mechanism of his anatomy. Every breath. Every muscle tensing. Every heartbeat. And if you could feel it, he could probably tell how uneven your heart was thumping in your chest.

His hand on your thigh was a pure torture and made you tighten your legs against each other, afraid that Jungkook would find out what was going on between them in your panties. And at the same time excited and impatient.

Yet Jungkook was still waiting for an answer and you were waiting for his lips to kiss yours. So you just said it. "You just... frustrate me." His eyebrows, that were previously raised in question, furrowed in an instant. "Frustrate?" He was genuinely lost. But after looking at you intently, from head to toe, it seemed that he had finally gather all the signs of your frustration and that realization hit him hard.

A smirk – it was a little one but you still could see it – appeared on his face. He was proud of the effect he had on you, you could sense it with every fiber of your body. “And to think that I was controlling myself because I know you’re still a virgin…”

You were a what? You were taken aback. Utterly speechless. But it lasted only a few seconds, because your first reaction was to genuinely laugh. “I’m not-” You started to say, trying to speak while still laughing. “I’m not a virgin.”

Jungkook was frowning so much his eyebrows were almost touching each other. When your laughter finally died, the black-haired man opened his mouth as if he was going to says something, but he closed it almost immediately. “What made you think I was still a virgin?” You broke the silence. He simply shrugged, or more accurately tried to shrug, because you were still laid on the bed and it wasn’t the easiest position to move shoulders. “I don’t know… You were so against having sex with me I just thought it was because of that.”

“Well… I didn’t know you enough to let you have your way with me, love.” You didn’t even know why, but this whole situation was making you feel confident. You wanted to tease him, to tempt him, to make him beg. But as always, Jungkook found a way to reverse the situation. “And now you would?”

The beautiful man lying in front of you were once again too close. You couldn’t even breathe, so even less think properly. To be accurate, the only thing that was in your mind was him. His lips, his touch, his morning hard-on. And you were almost sure you were finally going to have what you had been craving for days.

“Too bad I have business to deal with.” Jungkook whispered, his breath crashing on your skin. He finally kissed your lips, but it wasn’t enough. It was only a peck, only two seconds of your lips meeting for the first time this morning. And then he was gone, walking proudly towards the bathroom. Because he fucking knew he was driving you insane.

Jungkook got out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Fresh and ready for the day. You were still lying on the bed. Frustrated and upset.

He looked at you from his spot right in front of the door of the bathroom. He didn’t say a thing, and you didn’t want to break the silence. Your ego was already hurt enough. You also didn’t want to show him how bothered you were by his rejection, so you turned your head, avoiding his eyes. And that was what made him react. “Fuck it!”

Jungkook surprised you when he headed toward you instead of the door. He discarded the covers and grabbed your ankles to pull you closer to him. Your lower legs were now falling from the bed, and Jungkook was kneeling between them.

“I can’t fully satisfy your needs, but I can at least make you orgasm once before leaving.” You gulped at his words while he wasted no time to kiss your exposed thighs. You knew what he was up to and you had to prevent a moan to leave your mouth. He hadn’t even properly started, and you were already a mess underneath him.

Jungkook took off your shorts and panties at the same time and tossed them somewhere else in the room. He was going right for it, causing your arousal still there from all the teasing of the leader on you half an hour ago to increase even more every second passing. But that’s when his mouth met your core that you knew you weren’t going to last long.

He was licking you clean, sucking your bundle of nerves, fucking you with his fingers. You were a dessert and he was fucking starving. You were a glass of water and he was thirsty as hell.

You were gripping his hair, scratching his neck. And in response he would groan against your clit, which drove you crazy. It was so good you couldn’t remember your name. Only his. And you were moaning it. Screaming it.

His mouth was perfect. His tongue was heaven; and his fingers were the key of it. The combination of them made you come hard, harder than you’ve ever orgasmed. Your high lasted a long time, and you had to blink a few times to stop seeing stars.

Jungkook was watching you, his frame towering you. He closed the gap between you to kiss your lips, and this time it was a real kiss. A kiss that made your breath even more erratic. A kiss in which you felt your own slit on his tongue.

“See you later, babe.”

Later that day, you received a text from Taehyung saying that you had to go to the headquarters right now. And you knew that you’d better be there very soon if you didn’t want to be in trouble, even though it meant you had to miss some classes at university. The gang was more important. That was the very first rule the fellow member had taught you when you entered the gang.

You were still wondering if you were going to get a new mission when you passed the door of the main room of the building. You weren’t the last person to arrive, but the room was almost full, since Jungkook’s gang was here as well.

You tried to catch the black-haired leader’s eyes, but he seemed to be deep in his thoughts. “Perfect! I think everyone’s here now.” You turned your head towards your own leader, still not sure what was about to happen. “They’re about to make a deal. The big boss always asks the whole gang to be there when it happens.”

You turned around to look at Taehyung who just whispered those words in your ear. He still had a few cuts on his face from the last mission they did. But it wasn’t as bad as the one Jungkook had had.

You were all silent, waiting for someone to start speaking and break the silence. And it finally happened after a few more minutes. “I’m gonna get straight to the point, Daehyun.” Jungkook said, talking directly to the leader of your gang. He was imperious and only someone mad would want to disrespect Jungkook at the very moment. “I know you want to make a deal with our gang. And I’m willing to consent. But I have some conditions.”

The B.A.F.’s leader seemed rather pleased and didn’t even try to hide it. By the face Jungkook’s was doing, you knew immediately he was contemptuous of this kind of reaction. The man you were now seeing for a whole week would have never showed his emotions like that.

You also knew Jungkook didn’t exactly liked your leader, making you wonder why he was accepting such a deal. “Our gangs will be linked. Meaning helping each other in case of problems. Collaborating. Exchanging pieces of information.” Daehyun nodded, his smile still visible on his face. “But I want Taehyung. And ___.”

Not even a fly could have been heard in the room at that moment. The B.A.F.’s leader was apparently thinking about it, trying to take the right decision. “You surely can have ___. Don’t even know why you want her so badly. But Taehyung… You have to understand he’s one of my best members.”

You almost wanted to roll your eyes. What a stupid bastard. “The role of a leader – of a good leader – is to know the qualities and the flaws of each member of their gang. If you would have taken an interest in ___, you would have discovered she’s studying medicine at university. And we all know a good doctor is an advantage you can’t deny in a cartel.”

Your whole body reacted as if it was on fire because of Jungkook’s words. He literally stood up for you, in front of both gangs. In a way, it almost meant more than him declaring his love for you. And the look of humiliation that was painted on Daehyun’s face made you even more ecstatic.

“I want Taehyung, too. And we both know I will have him.” It wasn’t a threat. But everyone could understand and sense the danger in Jungkook’s voice, and maybe Daehyun wasn’t the smartest person you’ve ever met, but he wasn’t stupid either.

So he finally accepted the deal. And that’s how you and Taehyung became a part of BTS.

Naked was the look that suited the most Jeon Jungkook. He was confident and stunning. And he was lying in your bed, his fingers running along your arm after many rounds of rather rough sex.

You were sleepy but you couldn’t resolve yourself to close your eyes and stop staring at your new leader’s face. “You’re so beautiful.” You didn’t even mean to speak, but you couldn’t care less. You thought it with every fiber of your body. “You’re gorgeous. And mine. In any way possible.” Was his reply to your previous outburst.

You quirked an eyebrow, and a playful smile appeared on your lips. “Mmmh, I don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend.” He was quick to mimic your smile and get even closer to your body. His head was now in your neck, his lips brushing the many love bites he left earlier. “You know I made you mine the moment I marked you, love. And we both know you love that.”

Light kisses were spread on your light skin, and he sucked one more time. You were tired, but you weren’t going to stop him. “Be my girlfriend, ___.” He wasn’t asking, but he wasn’t demanding either.

“We both know I want it more than anything else.” You answered. He stopped to kiss your neck to smile at you, eyes in the eyes. His smile was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. But a good kind of intoxicating.

“You know you don’t have to stay in the gang if you don’t want to.” Jungkook was serious and sincere. You could see it in his eyes. “I don’t want to leave the gang if it means being a stranger to you.” That was actually your biggest fear at that moment. Jungkook giving up on you.

“You will never be a stranger to me, ___.” He only called you by your name when he was talking with his heart. You learnt it during the short amount of time you spent with him. “Remember the night we met?” You simply nodded, captivated by the way his lips were moving. “You asked me what my dream was. And you proved me for the first time that day how smart you were. How smart you are. I spent my whole trying to find the missing piece. The person who will make me feel like home. And you make me feel like home, ___.”

You couldn’t even describe how your heart was pounding in your chest. Or how you wanted to be one with his whole heart and soul.

“You realized my biggest dream, love. And I want to spend the rest of my life realizing yours.” It was only him and you. Right here and right now. The rest didn’t matter anymore. You were each other’s home. And you were beautiful and strong together.

“So tell me, love. What do you dream about?”

#jeon jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook smut #mafia au #bts mafia au #jungkook!mafia #jungkook!badboy

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nikatyler · 5 years ago

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Felt like doing some replies the ~ old fashioned ~ way. I should be packing, but I don’t wanna. One good thing about this semester is that I don’t have classes on Monday morning, which means I don’t have to go to Prague on Sunday. But I’ll be once again going home late on Friday -_- Oh well. Maybe I could skip the lecture every once in a while to go home on Thursday afternoon.

I’m scared. Not really of what I’ll have to learn because I know that even if it’s difficult, I’ll probably get it in my brain in the end. Somehow. I’m more scared that once again, I’ll be left alone. I haven’t really found a stable friend group. I mean, I talk to some people sometimes, but I wouldn’t call it a friendship. One friend that I thought I could rely on doesn’t even bother saying hello to me anymore. I don’t know what I did to him, he just stopped talking to me. But maybe it’s for the best. Even when we still talked, I couldn’t believe how judgemental he was, and I often wondered if he talks about me like that too when I can’t hear it. He probably did. Oh well, I’ll see what I can do. I hope I’ll run into someone who is kinda like my best friend from high school.

As for sims stuff, I know I still owe some things to some people and I feel bad about it. You’ll get it eventually. I’m actually looking forward to doing it too. Makeovers are fun. I’d also like to release some more sims, I have one more sim dump and then some old legacy characters I want to share, plus some BC contestants that didn’t make it. They like to get eliminated in the first rounds.

Also, thanks for the comments on my mental health update post. I’ll see how this turns out and if it doesn’t get any better (I’m kinda hoping that better weather brings better mood, it worked before), I’ll start looking for a therapist or something. No offense to my parents but talking to them about this didn’t help in a slightest. They just don’t get it. And I swear I’m not reverting back to the “I’m an edgy misunderstood teenager” phase. Even though “edgy misunderstood teenager” is an aesthetic I still live for. Whatever that means.

And thanks for the tips on the laptop post. I’ll keep them in mind and I’ll probably ask again when the time comes and I actually buy a new one.

Ahh...I guess that’s it? Replies under the cut. As per usual, they’ll probably be the shorter part of this post, but oh well.

abysims replied to your photoset “Let’s find Lilith Vatore some love! In my game, I’ve had Lilith in a...”

Honestly Cassandra and Lilith would be amazing (... In my Glimmerbrook Academy story Cass is actually gonna have a huge crush on Lilith so I'm voting for that, yas!)

Ooooh that sounds great! Also, I’ll have a post announcing the results of the post coming up later, either today or tomorrow, but...spoiler alert: Cassandra might have won ;)

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Simmer - Get to Know”

Lol this thing with Mermaids made me remember that when my friend and I were like 12 years old, a 6-year-old made her a "proposal" and we answered him that she'll marry him when he buys her a house by the sea in Prague

Omg sea in Prague sounds kinda cool, my faculty would be so close to the beach *-* Haha but at the same time it’s kinda terrifying, where would the sea come from? From the north? From the south? Would that mean my home doesn’t exist? Or, actually, considering my town was built on a big hill, would that mean I live on an island? And which part of Prague would be under the sea and which one would stay?

Sorry, I got distracted thinking of this AU where my country actually has access to the sea :D But we used to have it, back in like I think 12th or 13th century. We’re wayyyy smaller now.

amuhav replied to your post “Me, looking up some specs of my current laptop: you're...you're...”

If it's anything like me with my first 'gaming' laptop, the store clerk basically straight up lied to me about how good it was, and I was too young and naive to know better �� sims 3 almost burnt that thing to a crisp ��

Lmao I have a similar story with my first laptop, we were told that it has this super amazing graphic card...and it wasn’t amazing at all, as I later learned when my laptop broke.

amuhav replied to your photoset “Sims Moodboard Challenge I was tagged by @blurrypxls,...”

Oh no... don't make me want to go back to pinterest and do more of these �� They're ADDICTIVE

THEY ARE! I haven’t done much today, but I’ve spent a lot of time there all through this last week.

amuhav replied to your photo “I need to stop. This is more addictive than scrolling through memes....”

Pssst, not to enable or anything, but Picasa 3 has this nice feature where you can take a bunch of pics and it makes them into a nice collage. That's how I made mine, and then used them as my desktop backgrounds ��

I think I’ll use Photoshop, like I do for everything else, but thanks for giving me an idea for my new background! I used to have my sims or some other characters set as a background, but now that I take my laptop to school I feel a bit uncomfortable with that, so since October I’ve had this kinda boring background and I’ve been meaning to change it into something nicer, I just didn’t know what to put there. Now I do.

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Sunset: “How dare you pretend you’re Father Winter?” Father Winter:...”

Holy crap, Sunset is a lot more buff than I ever realized. Those arms! ��

Yup. That’s because she has to get her Athletic skill higher for work. I think her muscle slider might be at max, actually!

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Father Winter: “That’s it! You’re going on my Naughty List. Your...”

How could she not with with muscles like that?? Damn his Christmas magic!

Next time we should just call Caleb. I mean, he defeated Grim Reaper with no problem, surely Father Winter won’t be any more difficult for him!

fataleromeo replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Okay, cool. You won’t give us gifts but I have a special one...”

Lmaoooooo, get him, Sunset! ��

He deserves it

asplashofsims replied to your photo “~ daylight”

Cute picture! ♡ I hope you feel better soon and omgg winx club, it's my guilty pleasure for sure hahah all the childhood memories��

I love Winx Club so much. It’s a little ridiculous and the plot holes are terrible (and don’t let me talk about anything after season 4, those are not my Winx D:), but I can’t let it go.

blubrich replied to your post “I forgot how traumatizing Toy Story 3 was ��”

Especially the ending! ��

YES. I remember the whole cinema was crying.

Also, Toy Story always unpacks this weird guilt in me haha. Because as a child, naturally I was like “I would NEVER abandon my toys, I’ll keep them forever!”. And now...they’re in boxes...under my bed and in the basement...some of them I gave away or to my younger sister, who then also gave some away because she’s fifteen now. I still have my plushies and teddy bears in my bed though, it would be too empty without them :D

silverspringsimmer replied to your audio post “(via...”

I love Within Temptation and they got me into heavier music later, too!

I don’t even remember how I found them. I was just bored of the music I was listening to all the time back then, so I clicked through playlists and stuff on Spotify and somehow I landed on their page, I guess. And I immediately fell in love.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your audio post “(via...”

Oh this song was the first song of this bad which I heard! It was also 5-6 years ago.though I do not listen to them often these days.

I think the first song I heard was What Have You Done, which I liked and still like very much, but then I heard this one and went kinda crazy because it just sounded so epic and exactly what my poor slightly depressed fifteen years old soul needed. In one day, I completely switched from pop to metal and it took me a few years to appreciate my old favourite music again. (I know that I say all the time that I’m a Taylor Swift stan, but actually I only really started LOVING her music again last year.)

I’ve always thought that it’s kinda funny that in my Music class, for the first semester I prepared a project about Taylor Swift. In the second semester, that changed, the old pop loving Ronnie was dead, and my new project was about Within Temptation :D But I remember that I was actually upset that day, I chose to show my classmates the video of What About Us and they didn’t appreciate it. And then after me, my other classmate had a project about some singer who had this weird song about getting high. They wanted to replay it. I was so bitter, in my head I was like “this song that I showed you has an interesting meaningful message and you’d rather listen to a song about drugs, how dare you?! You’re absolutely terrible!”

Yeah. I mean, I get it today, but I was so, so bitter.

amuhav replied to your audio post “(via...”

I recently found out they had a new album out (and Nightwish had a new single out too ��) and early 2000s emo teenage me immediately surfaced and threw money at my screen!

Ahhhh I’ve basically had Noise on repeat since it came out, I love it so much! And the video is cool too. I can’t wait to hear the whole album. Nightwish never disappoints, I hope I’ll one day get to see them live. I’ve had a few chances but then it never worked out.

#replies #abysims #tiny-tany-thaanos #amuhav #fataleromeo #asplashofsims #blubrich #silverspringsimmer

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marvelandimagine · 5 years ago

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Framework (Part Two)

Summary: Request - Bucky x reader songfic where he pushes her away and they break up but he’s miserable without her and it all ends in fluff and apologies

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,200

Author’s Note: This was literally the hardest chapter I’ve ever written idk why but I should probably start outlining instead of winging it 25/7 lol anywho sorry this took forever and hopefully p3 will come to my brain faster! / based on Framework by The Story So Far

Taglist: @firefly-in-darkness @emptynote @buckysgoddess

How’d this happen?

Found your way in

So distracting

Splitting me in half again

Can’t ever sever the ties I made

The knots are strong

The framework’s laid

No matter how many things I say

The tangible will always be what I crave

Six agonizing days pass, with Bucky coming to the conclusion that he actually can’t live with his decision. He feels like he’s drowning in regret, his anxiety is off the charts, and, plainly, he’s just fucking miserable.

Despite everything he said to you, to himself, to Sam, it’s become crystal clear that not having you in his life is hurting him way more than confronting his trust issues and fear of impermanence.

He misses you like hell. The scent of your clothes, the way you laugh, the warmth in your eyes and on your fingertips. How perfectly your bodies fit together, the way you gasp and growl his name. How you would hold him to your chest, tracing soothing patterns across his skin when he couldn’t stop shaking from the nightmares and the flashbacks. How funny and beautiful and kind you are. Even things that had irritated him, your reiterated suggestions of different therapies and mindfulness techniques (some that had helped you personally), how you never tried to hide rolling your eyes, you constantly misplacing your keys/phone/wallet and him finding it within seconds -- he missed it all. All of you, the good and bad, had somehow become woven into his being. He could sooner get rid of how he felt about you than get rid of himself.

He told himself he wouldn’t do it, but he’s been repeatedly checking your Instagram page, heart thudding each time as he anticipates seeing the pictures of the two of you together deleted -- or worse, seeing you with another guy’s arm wrapped around you. So far, though, there’s been nothing except a video post of your dog, Balto, howling and grinning at your TV screen when Ghost appears on the latest Game of Thrones. It just makes his heart ache more, that he chose to remove himself from these small, wonderful little moments in your life, and for what?

He keeps staring at your number, his thumb hovering above the screen before he chucks the phone to the side, rubbing his eyes as he once again chickens out of contacting you.

He reaches the breaking point when he starts reading back through old texts from around the time when you two first started dating.

“I know we just said bye five minutes ago but I just wanted to say how happy I am that I met you. And you are definitely cuter than I am. That is all! Night, Buck.” And now the same blushing smile emoji that had him grinning from ear to ear makes his heart twinge.

“What the fuck did you do, Barnes?” he asks himself, letting the phone drop to his forehead with a dull thunk.

He knows he wants—needs—you back, but he doesn’t know where to even begin.

He sighs, grimacing as he rolls himself out of bed and trudges out toward the living room. There’s only one thing to do.

Bucky can already hear Sam’s voice emanating down the hall as he approaches:

“You call THAT avant garde?! That silhouette is as bland as toast. TOAST, Nina!”

Bucky sits himself down in the ottoman in the corner, careful not to walk in front of Sam — he thought he’d never hear the end of it when he accidentally blocked the screen during the last Grey’s Anatomy season finale.

“Project Runway again?” he asks, shaking his head.

“Hey, don’t you be getting all judgey now.” Sam smirks at Bucky, taking in his disheveled state. “You need to be jotting down notes, Kurt Cobain, wearing the same grungey-ass flannel three days in a row.”

Bucky shrugs.

“Not like I have anyone to impress.”

“You had someone to impress, but remember, you broke up with her, you cowardly fucking jackass.”

Bucky clenches his teeth as his scathing tone rattles in his head. He tries his best to ignore it and sound nonchalant as he swallows his pride to do something that normally sets his skin on edge: reach out to another person.

“Anyways, you busy?”

“Nah, I’ve had enough disappointment for today.” Sam grabs the remote, shutting off the screen and shifting to look at Bucky. “What’s up?”

Bucky exhales deeply, and he can practically feel the apprehension settling on his face, his habitual reluctance to open up kicking in.

“Um …”

He bites the corner of his lip, trying to think over his words when his gut just wants him to yell, “I FUCKED UP please tell me how to get Y/N back.”

He’s spared having to, though, as Sam cuts through the silence:

“You want to get back together with Y/N, don’t you?”

Bucky stares at him.

“Is my misery that obvious?”

“Painfully.”

Despite his deadpan tone, the corner of Sam’s mouth twitches, and the two find themselves chuckling together. While he’ll never admit it to him, this is why Bucky views him as his best friend, why he trusts him -- he always knows how to make him laugh when he needs it. He knows Sam has his back.

Bucky shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

“So, what do I do?”

“Before I can try to answer that, you need to tell me why you broke up with her in the first place.”

Thought I’d burn the seams if they frayed

Thought I’d prove the point that I made

“I thought if I ended things, I’d be able to stop caring and feeling so vulnerable, I guess. That it’d be better for her, because she deserved better anyways, and maybe it’d be better for me … I don’t think I really believed that, deep down, but … I was scared. Scared of getting hurt, not being enough.”

Bucky pauses and sighs, staring at the ground as he wrings his hands, running his flesh thumb back and forth over the smooth metal.

His voice is quiet, apprehensive.

“I was scared of how I felt about her.”

Bucky glances up after a few moments of silence and is met with Sam looking at him more seriously than he can ever remember.

“Do you love her?”

Normally Bucky would flinch at such a direct question, but now, finally facing the consequences of keeping himself so guarded, he hesitates only for a fraction of a second before he nods, and it feels like a weight has left his chest in acknowledging how he feels.

He loves you. And he doesn’t have to run from that.

Sam nods back in response, running his hand along the dark stubble on his face as he begins in earnest.

“Look … you have a lot of regret in your life, right? I know it’s over things you didn’t choose, but now, you can choose. So what’s your choice gonna be? The way I see it, A) You can keep doing what you’re doing and let fear run you into the ground, or, B) you can tell that fear to go to hell, reach out to Y/N, buy her the nicest apology flowers you can, and tell her everything you just told me.”

“And if she tells me to go to hell?”

Sam sighs.

“I mean, she’s probably going to be pretty pissed at you —and rightfully so— but,” he pauses, his tone lightening, “God knows why, she seemed to really be into you. And nobody gets over a breakup that fast unless the relationship was already dead for awhile. You guys looked like you were solid until -”

“I blew everything to pieces, yeah.”

Bucky sits quietly for a few seconds, pausing to sit and feel the knowing. The alignment in both his heart and mind, what he wants moving forward.

“I think choice B is the clear winner, here.”

Sam waves his fist back and forth.

“Ding ding ding!”

Bucky nods.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice earnest as his eyes lock on Sam’s.

Sam’s returning smile is full of encouragement.

“Hey man, I got you. And I know this ain’t easy for you, opening up about stuff. Just know there’s always a seat at the VA group just waiting for your supersoldier ass to sit down, if you ever want to talk more.”

“Nah I’m-” Bucky physically stops himself from finishing his default “nah, I’m good for now, but thanks” response, because if he’s realized anything throughout this entire ordeal, it’s that he is most definitely not “good,” or at least not doing as good as he’d like to be.

“Yeah, ok, I’ll do it.”

“For real?”

Bucky exhales deeply, his sadness hanging on every syllable.

“With all this … I don’t know, maybe I wouldn’t have acted the way I did with Y/N if I had started dealing with this sooner, getting more okay with talking and being honest with people,” he muses. “Like you said, if I really do want a normal life, I kinda need to find a better way to handle what’s going on in here,” he taps his temple and then his chest, “than just shutting people out.”

Incredulity is all over Sam’s face, coupled that something Bucky could swear looks like a glimmer of pride.

“Wow, yeah, that’s great, that’s the kind of perspective that’ll help you move forward.” He grins. “You sure you’re feeling ok? This isn’t some fever-induced thing, right?”

Bucky flips him off while Sam chuckles.

“Hilarious.”

“You know I’m playin.’” Sam nods vigorously. “Seriously, it’ll be good for you. Anyways, though, back to choice B.”

Bucky feels the rise and fall of his chest pick up in nervous anticipation, but he slides the phone out from the pocket of his jeans anyways, thumbs tapping away on its surface.

“Hey. Can we meet up?”

Before he can second guess himself, he hits send, promptly hurling the phone onto the opposite corner of the couch where Sam is perched.

“Watch it!”

“You tell me what she says back. I don’t wanna see it first.”

However long you’re gone, I will wait, I will wait.

And then an agonizing, crawling two hours pass, with Bucky finding himself unable to focus on the National Geographic moon landing documentary that would normally absorb him entirely, his eyes constantly straying from the screen to the phone sitting silently in the corner. You never took this long to answer a text when you were dating, so he knows you’re ignoring him.

“Maybe she blocked you and didn’t even see it.”

He’s just about to ask Sam for the phone back to message you on Instagram, past the point of caring how desperate he looks because it’s the truth, when it pings.

Sam snaps out from his half-napping state at the sound, stretching across the couch and grabbing the phone. He pulls a face and Bucky’s heart sinks -- Sam might as well have said “yikes” out loud.

“What’d she say?”

Sam looks at him with the tiniest bit of pity, tossing the phone back.

“Why.”

“Why? That’s it?” Bucky looks down at the screen in disbelief, and there it is, the one-word response.

“Yup.”

Bucky buries his head in the throw pillow closest to him, muffling his yell.

“What do I even say to that?! She’s pissed off, and I don’t wanna do this over text.”

“You don’t have to do it all over text, but you gotta give her something. The last thing you said to her was that you wanted to break up, and now you want to see her. I’m guessing she doesn’t want to assume you want to get back together, but if you do, she wants you to know she’s still upset.” Sam shrugs. “You messed up, now you gotta work for it.”

Bucky takes the pillow off his face, grimacing.

“Goddammit.”

He takes a minute to craft his reply, staring down at the screen.

“Because you were right about everything. I never should have ended us, I’m an idiot and miss you like hell. I just want to talk.” He hits send and turns the phone over, heart thumping inside his chest.

Ten minutes pass before you answer:

“I’ll be home until 7, I have plans after.”

Bucky’s stomach drops as his brain conjures images of you dressed up but not for him, for some other guy, his metal hand clenching involuntarily.

“You don’t know that you don’t know that, c’mon. It’s only been six days.”

He replies immediately:

“Can I come see you at 5?”

“Ok.”

Even with the realization that it’s already 4:10 and he’s gonna have to haul ass to Adams Morgan while still finding the time to get you the nicest flowers he can, Bucky already feels lighter with hope. You agreed to see him. You’re giving him at least a fraction of a chance to put things back together.

He flies up off the couch and takes off down the hall.

“I’m meeting her at her place at 5!”

Sam calls out to his retreating back, and Bucky allows himself a small smile.

“Hey, go get her. But you go shower first!”

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nobeliumoxygenoxygen · 6 years ago

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Seromina || Firsts

For Sero Ship Week Day 3: Firsts at @seroshipweek

SUMMARY: Ashido tends to overshare her personal life on social media so it’s only fitting that she shares her favourite moments on it too, right?

But this time, it’s only for one pair of eyes.

GENRE: sero hanta x ashido mina, social media au (I think?)

TEXT from your queen 💕

follow @iloveutapeboi on insta its private but dw youll be accepted start from the first post!!!!!!!!

POSTS

[Image: Candid of Sero taken from the side; slightly blurry, low angle as if the photographer was trying to be discreet as they took it. He’s wearing an orange hoodie with black stripes. He’s grinning at someone in front of him and he holds a bitten meat pie in one hand. In the background, there are barely visible bowling lanes.]

Caption: the first time i thought to myself “maybe seros actually cute and i actually like him in a like like way” if that make sense lol. maybe there were other times but this was the earliest memory i could think of. this was after that laser tag game we all played and you did your whole dramatic self sacrificing for me (lol quickest way to my heart - take a laser tag shot for me).

[Image: Image of the city taken from inside a bus. Half the image is of the seats of the bus whilst the other half are buildings of the city. A few people are in the shot, but they’re faces are unrecognisable.]

Caption: first time I realised I was in loveeee (i love youu) how cheesy amirite. its a bus because i realised it when we were going back to ua together after a field trip and idk i just had this light bulb moment ok ugh this is too cheesy were done here ily but im cringing too hard at the cheesinesssss (two posts in and im already dying but im pushing thru!!!!)

[Image: 2 puppies being held by someone who is clearly Sero by the look of the arms and his orange black striped hoodie. One puppy in each arm; a white pit bull and a brown one.]

Caption: our not-so-official first date?? idk if you’d call it that but like......we were alone together so idk??? u know i was going to actually confess today but the dogs were so cute they distracted me!! so i forgot lol!!! (theyre only sliiiiiightly cuter than u dw dw!!! 🤣)

[Image: Sero’s silhouette inside a movie theater. He’s facing the camera but it’s too dark to see much other than the shadows of his face and the glint of his white teeth in his grin. In the far left of the photo, the Lego Movie is playing.]

Caption: our official first date (tho i guess it was kinda rushed??? considering i literally told u i liked u like an hour earlier lmao but i wouldnt have it any other way ❤️)

[Image: Ashido’s room, taken from the doorway. The bed is unmade; the curtains are drawn back to let the sunlight in; the desk is a mess of school books and loose sheets. Ashido’s arms are outstretched in front of the camera; she’s forming a heart with her hands.]

Caption: place we had our first kiss!!! (tho we failed like five times and kept laughing!! the movies are wayyyy too serious - they make it seem like ur not allowed to laugh!! our kisses are so much better😘)

[Image: Pathway leading up into a park where cherry blossom trees frame the edges. There are a few passerbys and one dog, legs a blur, running through the image.]

Caption: place i asked you to be my boyfriend because SOMEONE STILL had this WEIRD idea that?? i??? didnt?? like?? them? EVEN AFTER?? LIKE FIVE DATES?? AND FIVE KISSES???

[Image: UA Heights Alliance common room. Looking through the windows, it’s night and there’s no one in there but there’s food wrappers strewn across the coffee table and the floor.]

Caption: place you said your first i love you (ok i suppose i shouldnt be salty about the boyfriend asking thing because first ilys are such a milestone!!!! ps. im still sorry i panicked when u said it lmao i love how we laugh about it but i know from sources coughbakuyellingthat1tapeboiwasstressingashell that you almost cried ilyyyyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️)

[Image: Close up focus of Sero’s lit up face. He’s giving a close-eyed smile to someone slightly to the left of the camera. Just making it in the frame is a slice of bright blond hair. The background is blurred but it is clearly of a busy beach; the sky is blue and there’s not a cloud in sight. There are two figures, one shirtless with red hair and one wearing a wetsuit cut off at the lower thigh with what might be black or dark purple hair in the water in the far background.]

Caption: when i said my first i love you (i love you toos and i love yous on phones dont count!!! and also u are sooooooo cute in this photo!!! not that ur not always cute ofc 😋)

[Image: Text screenshot. (Sent) Ashido: IM SO MAD AT U SERO HANTA ANSWER MEEE (Receiving) Sero: NEVER U TRAITOR (Sent) Ashido: UR THE TRAITOR!!!!]

Caption: first fight :( one of the saddest chapters of my life i hope we never do that again ❤️

[Image: Rice with natto on top, chopsticks on the side. The dish is on top of pink, patterned napkins.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!) anniversaries (see??? taking pics of food is VERY important!! and u dared to make fun of my ‘attempts at being aesthetics’!!)

[Image 1: Necklace in shape of a crown with engraving of words “Alien Queen”. Image 2: Necklace is flipped over with engraving of words “Ashido Mina”.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!!!) anniversary presents (I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHY R U SO NICEEEEEEE ITS SO CUTE IM WEARING IT EVERYDAY ILY)

[Image: From the side, Sero smiling softly, looking up at a beautiful orange sky to match his brighter orange hoodie. His eyes are wide but he’s happy. Behind are a few trees.]

Caption: I love youuuuuuuuuuuu sero hantaaaaaaaaaa and dont you forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *spam of heart emojis* (also u r seriously wearing the same hoodie in like five of these pics w h y)

TEXT to your queen 💕

im actualy cryin can i call u

TEXT from your queen 💕

oof [Image: google search bar “how to comfort crying boyfriend”.] ofc u can!!

CALL TRANSCRIPT:

Sero: How long have you been planning this? I love you so muchhhhhhhh. I’m crying, can you hear my tears? How did you do it? Did you go to every place or were you planning this from the beginning?

Ashido: *laughter* You can’t hear tears dummy. And you’re not meant to cry! Its meant to be a happy thing! *more laughter*

Sero: ...Glad to know your happy about my pain. ...Its amazing I have literally no words Ashido. I love it-I love you and I love us. Thank you so much.

Ashido: Awww don’t make me blush. It was nothing!

Sero: What do you mean NOTHING? Don’t insult yourself Ashido Mina this is...I don’t know-EVERYTHING!

Ashido: Okay that’s true. I’m awesome.

Sero: I’m going to treasure this forever. You’ll never delete this account right?

Ashido: *giggling* Course not!

Sero: It’s too amazing. Seriously, and I gave you the most cliche relationship present ever.

Ashido: Eesh don’t worry! I love my present! Besides it was the final piece for the account!

Sero: If you say so. You know, I don’t think a meme war counts as a fight...in a relationship...

Ashido: Of course it does! I was soooo angry at you. How could you side with Kirishima?! It was so frustrsting! You wouldn’t BELIEVE!

Sero: ...Trust me I believe. *muffled* Especially after you taped me to the ceiling.

Ashido: What was that?

Sero: Nothing! Also how’d you take the pic of your room with your arms in front of you? Is it...*whispers loudly* sorcery?

Ashido: *giggling* You got it. I have a second quirk that I-...I kept secret. Yup. But I’m telling you because you’re my boyfriend and all.

Sero: And I will totally believe you, because you’re my girlfriend, and all. Hey, I know you need your beauty sleep but can I come over--

Ashido: Yes!

Sero: --tomorrow--wait, what?

Ashido: Oh. Well-

Sero: *muffled snort* Someone’s desperate.

Ashido: *huff* Shhh! You can come over anytime!

Sero: Would you really not mind if I came over now? At like...*shuffling* eleven?

Ashido: Is that even a question? If you come over now, I can add it to the journal!

Sero: The journal?

Ashido: The account Sero!

Sero: Okay...Why? It’s not the first time I’ve been to your house. Firsts was the theme right?

Ashido: Yep! And I can make it ‘First night spent together’ wink wink.

Sero: …*muffled laugh* Whatever floats your boat.

Ashido: But you’re getting a cab here right? You better not walk out this late at night!

Sero: I mean, we’re both training to be heroes if we can’t walk out at night then what could we do--

Ashido: Sero you butt!

Sero: --but yes I’m getting a cab.

Ashido: Good! You better stay on the phone the whole time too!

Sero: Of course. I love you Ashido Mina.

Ashido: And I love you Sero Hanta! ...Wait are you still wearing that orange hoodie?

Sero: ...*distant mumbles* Why do you hate my beloved hoodie so much?

Ashido: *equally distant mumbles* If you wear it one more time the photos will think you have one hoodie.

Sero: What would you say if I said yes?

Ashido: I’d say we’ve got our next date planned and you can guess what it is.

Sero: ...I mean, I wouldn’t say no to any time with you anyway?

Ashido: Pfft, stop being cute. Just-alright, whatever. Tomorrow? At whatever time we wake up I guess?

Sero: It’s a date.

A/N: completely forgot that they live in the same building so pretend it’s holidays or something 🤷 buuuut i hope you enjoyed this was harder than expected so im rlly sorry if they seem ooc 😳!! Thanks for reading!!

#bnha #sero ship week 2018 #sero hanta #sero hanta imagine #seromina #ashido mina #sero hanta x ashido mina #sero hanta scenario #ashido mina imagine #ashido mina scenario #my work

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closeyoureyes-andimagine · 7 years ago

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Willing, For You (Vinny Mauro Imagine: Full Length Story)

Vinny Mauro x Character (Amy)

First Person POV

Warnings: Language, a little bit of fluff, slightly sexual content (no details of sex, but it is mentioned)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wrote this in the future. I know he is 24, not 25. I wrote this as if this is next year, when I’d be 21. Also, no, my name is not Amy. LOL.

I’m a huge fan of Motionless in White. I have been for about 6 years. I’m also a huge fan of their drummer, Vinny Mauro. I think he’s extremely attractive.

He posted on his Instagram story today that he is in Philly, where I live. MIW isn’t on tour right now; he’s just visiting friends here. I thought long and hard about semi-stalking to find out where he is so I can “accidentally run into him”, but decided against it. He’s here on his small break from tour to see friends. Let me not intrude and be super fucking weird about it.

I made plans to distract myself from the fact that he is probably super close to where I am. I decided to do a little retail and food therapy all by myself. It was a lovely day. It’s July, but it wasn’t too hot like last summer. I put on a cute outfit and was having a great hair and makeup day. Why not hit the town?

I Ubered to a good spot in a place called Center City. It’s basically “downtown”. There’s a shit ton of stores and other businesses and a lot of great restaurants, fancy and casual. I started walking around, checking out boutiques and hitting up a few chain stores like Sephora, H&M, and Urban Outfitters.

My ex, who is still my best friend, works at the Urban Outfitters up here. When I walked in, I immediately went down to the men’s section where he works. I saw a dude with his back facing me, and I thought it was my ex. I tapped on his shoulder and said, jokingly, “Hey, do you guys sell dildos here?” When the dude turned around, I was genuinely shocked (and embarrassed).

It was fucking Vinny Mauro.

“I don’t work here,” he giggled with wide eyes considering I just asked about fucking DILDOS.

“I-I... I’m sorry. I swore you were my friend who works here. Y’all are twins from the back. Also, I know you don’t work here. You’re Vinny Mauro, and I’m a huge fan of you,” I giggled back.

“Oh, cool! Hi! I’m Vinny,” he shook my hand in response. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Amy. I was obviously just fucking around about the dildos, by the way.”

He smiled at me and gave a little laugh. I didn’t want to ask for a picture. I felt bad. I felt like I was bothering him and I didn’t want to come off as a fangirl.

“Well, hey, I’ll leave you be. It was really nice meeting you! Sorry for being annoying,” I reluctantly said.

“Wait!” He exclaimed. “Do you wanna take a picture or something before you go?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” I said, pretending like that didn’t even cross my mind. “I didn’t want to be a bother!”

We took a few selfies. He looked cute in every one of them, of course.

“Thank you so much,” I said shyly. “I appreciate it. Okay, NOW I’ll leave you be!”

He hugged me, thanked me for being a fan, and I went on my way. I looked around for my ex, only to find out that he wasn’t even working that day. Awkward.

I went to the book section. Urban has a great selection of books, in my opinion. I was really zoned out looking at what I haven’t seen before when I heard a familiar voice.

“Amy?” It was Vinny.

“Oh, hey! What’s up?”

“I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna go grab some food or coffee or something.”

I was shocked, and probably looking at him with my jaw 6 feet underground. “Of course, I’d love that.”

We left Urban. He asked if I knew of any good coffee shops and I offered up the one that I’ve been interested in trying that I heard great reviews about. We looked it up on Yelp, and he agreed to check it out. It was actually pretty close, and since it was a nice day, we decided to walk instead of Ubering anywhere.

On our walk, we got to know each other. He asked me a bunch of questions about myself, and I asked him things that we all, as fans, didn’t already know. Like what he does when he’s home from tour, what he looks forward to most when traveling, etc. When we finally arrived at the coffee shop and got our orders, we sat outside and talked more.

“Wait, you really wrote fanfiction about me? HAHA, that’s amazing. Lemme read it!” He laughed so hard.

I was so embarrassed! “NO WAY! It’s like every other one you’ve probably read already - tons of rough sex and embarrassing descriptions of what it felt like,” I admitted.

He laughed but didn’t seem at all creeped out. He thought it was genuinely entertaining. THANK GOD.

“The thing about fanfiction is, like... I’m not really like that. I’m definitely not that forward with girls and I have little to no game whatsoever. So it’s really funny to see the way people imagine me when they’re writing these stories,” He said, looking down, as if him admitting his game with women sucked dick hurt his ego.

“What? Little to no game? You haven’t even TRIED game on me and I’m already won over,” I flirted, smirking a little.

He looked shocked by what I said. “Really?”

“Well... Yeah, honestly. And no, it’s not because you’re like... Famous.”

He smiled. “Then what is it?”

I took a long breath before answering. “I can tell when people are cool. You are cool. You seem like a good, down to earth kind of dude. We don’t get a lot of those around here. I feel super comfortable talking to you and would love to do that for forever.” I laughed to make myself sound less creepy.

He smiled again. This time, even bigger. “That’s really sweet. Thank you,” he replied softly. “It’s nice to know you see me like that.”

“It is?” I questioned.

“Yeah. I feel the same way about you. I didn’t know you at all earlier, but after talking to you for 5 seconds, I wanted more. That’s why I asked you to hang out. It felt different than a normal fan encounter.” That was actually something I took as a huge compliment. I always say that when I meet “celebrities”, I want them to think, hey, she wasn’t insane and obsessed. She was normal and cool. And I seemed to have accomplished that with Vinny.

“Well, good. That is actually really nice to hear.”

He smiled at me even more. I smiled back. We were silent for what felt like ages but what really was .2 seconds.

“Wanna get out of here?” Vinny asked.

“Sure. Where to, my liege?”

He ordered an Uber and took me to his AirBNB. At first I was super nervous. I haven’t been alone with a guy I’m attracted to in like... Almost 2 years. After walking inside, sitting down, and turning the TV on, I was relaxed.

We talked more about our lives. It got deep pretty fast, and I loved being so open with him. It felt easy and super normal, almost as if we’ve known each other for years. At one point, he asked me about my last relationship and why it ended, to which I answered, “we weren’t clicking as a couple. Friendship was at the forefront of it all, so we called it off. It’s so much better that way. No pain.”

He smiled when I said that. He said it was super mature of me to think of it that way, which I never considered it to be before.

After we finished talking about my ex, he inched closer to me, placing his hand on my thigh. He looked down at his hand and then flicked his eyes back up to mine.

“I like you, Amy,” he sighed. “I don’t want to be too forward, but I also don’t wanna miss any chances.”

I stuttered a little until I could form a sentence. “It’s not too forward. Please take the chances I’m offering you. I approve.” I said seriously, but still being a little funny to make him feel comfortable.

He leaned into me. He moved his hand to my face. His fingers traced the perimeter, continuing into my hair. He very lightly tugged, not to jerk my head back, but just to put that sort of intense energy out there. I loved it.

I looked at his soft lips, back up to his eyes, back down, back up... I continued doing so until he couldn’t take it anymore and gently, but passionately, put his lips on mine. He was being careful but at the same time, rough. It was a nice in-between feeling.

His hands left my face and trailed down my shoulders to my waist and lower back. His fingertips tickled each part of me on the way down, causing me to shiver. I smiled into the kiss. He felt me smile, so he followed suit. It was pretty adorable.

He pulled me closer and closer until, eventually, I was straddling him. It wasn’t sexual, which was interesting. It was loving; tender, even. His hands never went lower than my waist. They never grabbed my breasts. They stayed in safe places with little tickles and squeezes here and there. After a while, he pulled away, looked into my eyes. His were sparkling.

“Can I be forward?” He asked.

“Of course,” I replied, excitedly.

“I literally am buzzing. I feel sparks.” He smiled while he said it, as if he was in shock that he felt that with someone who is practically a stranger.

I didn’t know how to respond. The truth was that I was feeling the same way. Even though he just said it, I didn’t know if I should, as well. I felt nervous to admit it. I didn’t want to seem to forward the same way he didn’t. But I conceded.

“Vinny,” I started, somewhat breathless. “I feel the same way. I never felt like that kissing someone before.”

“Me either,” he confessed. “I kinda want to ride this wave out. But I have to be completely blunt and forward with you, okay?”

I was nervous to hear what followed that set up.

“I’m 25. Even though I tour all over, I still am looking for something more serious. Exclusive. Real. I know we just met, but are you willing to see where this goes and take it in that direction?” He looked at me very intensely, awaiting my response. I knew what my answer was, but was slightly hesitant.

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and began. “Yes. I am willing. I would want nothing more than that. I’m willing to accept that sort of lifestyle for you. I really can feel that this is something good we got here, already, even after a few hours of being with each other. Is that weird?”

He smirked. “No. It’s not weird. It’s a connection,” he insisted. I was happy to hear him say those words.

We kissed again. This time, more intensely until it led to something more heated.

*a few hours later*

It was getting late. He had to meet up with some friends, and I had to head home and shower. I had some shows to catch up on my DVR. Big plans, I know.

I thanked Vinny about a thousand times for hanging out.

“So... What now?” I asked, checking up on his previous want to continue our rela-uh... Whatever this is right now.

We finally exchanged numbers and all of our social media usernames.

“I’ll text you later. My plan is to see you whenever it’s possible. I want to know you more and see where we end up. I feel good about us.” He answered.

I was grinning from ear to ear. “That sounds lovely.”

I got in his car. He drove me to my house, opening my car door for me when we arrived. He led me to my front door, hugging my waist and kissing my neck before letting me go.

“Thank you,” he said. “I’m happy.”

“I am, too,” I hummed. I hugged him again, kissing the side of his forehead.

We said our goodbyes. I was sad to see him go, but was ecstatic knowing that this wasn’t the end. There was much more to come, and I couldn’t wait to see the story unfold. This was such an unexpected chain of events with the most beautiful ending. I watched him as he got back into the driver’s seat of his Buick. He looked back at me, smiled, honked twice, and slowly drove away into the night.

I went inside and shut the door behind me, slowly sliding down to the floor. I grinned up at the sky. I didn’t know how I couldn’t sleep when Vinny was going to be running through my mind for the rest of eternity.

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petersspidey · 7 years ago

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Road Trip

Request: YESS MY DUDE PLS WRITE A ROAD TRIP FANFIC I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER!!!!

A/N: Ahhhhh, this is a marvellous idea and lmaoooo I'm actually writing this on the plane ride home. I was only delayed for two hours sitting on the tarmac and then a nine hour flight home!!! Let’s just say, it’s been a long day. And tbh I literally would never write this on a plane (usually) but I got lucky and there’s nobody sitting on either side of me or behind me WOW so here I am, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean (actually I'm probably over France rn) writing about you guys and fucking Peter Parker.

I also decided to try and do this a different way, its one of those Headcanon posts instead

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: nada

Masterlist

The lovely Peter Parker and yourself had been best friends for quite sometime and boy were you both pining over each other. Extremely pining.

It was a lot of almost but not completely’s. Which annoyed the hell out of you. But I mean, Peter also annoyed the hell out of you.

You loved the boy, but he was needy. (Lol you love it).

You had just finished your third year of high school when you and Peter decided that you needed to go on a road trip.

Meaning that Peter begged you to take a road trip with him. By then, he had passed his driver’s test and was ready to go on the road.

In the middle of July, you and Peter climbed into May’s car and began making your way to Niagara Falls.

It was seven in the morning and Peter had pulled up in front of your building in May’s car.

Peter jumped out and grabbed your bag and threw it into the trunk, rushing back around to open the car door for you. “Good morning, Y/N,”

“Well it looks like someone is in a good mood,”

“Of course I'm in a good mood, i’m excited! Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the road trip!”

“Yes, Peter, I’m very excited,” you laughed.

“Ive never been Niagara Falls, what do you think it’s like? And how long until we get there? You know I'm not good on long drives,”

“Oh my god, Peter. Okay, Niagara Falls is very nice, you’ll love it. It’s about six and a half hours but because we’ll get caught in rush hour it’ll probably be closer to eight,” you answered.

“Then let’s go,” Peter smiled, putting the car into drive, heading towards the highway.

You were not at all surprised how simultaneously prepared and unprepared Peter was for this trip.

The boy had multiple road trip playlists and a few sugary treats but that was it. You of course were the one who thought to bring water, healthier snacks, tissues, etc.

Ten minutes into the trip he started diving into his snacks

“PeTeR ItS sEvEn In ThE mOrNiNg you don’t need a fruit roll up!”

“But Y/N, Spiderman needs his nutrients,”

“A fRuIt RoLl Up Is NoT nUtRiCiOuS,”

Peter just looked you right in the eye and took another bite of the fruit roll up causing you to lose your fucking marbles

THis boy was going to drive you insane for the next eight hours you just knew it

“Peter why don’t you just put on one of the CD’s you made instead of just singing?”

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t like my singing?”

“Peter Parker but put your CD on and sing along to that,”

“Will you sing with me?”

“I don’t know? Is ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ on this playlist of yours?”

“OH NO!”

“Peter did you actually forget the ultimate road trip song?”

“Yes. But I can sing it for you,”

You acted annoyed with Peter but less than a minute later you were both singing at the top of your lungs

You pretended to be annoyed with Peter but you really loved him and you were actually having the time of your life

Eventually Peter turned on that playlist of his

Turns out Don’t Stop Believing was on it

“Oh my god PEter you idiot,”

“I FoRgOt,”

You and Peter were both idiots who were helplessly in love with each other but didn’t know

You would spend so much time just staring at the boy while he tried to focus on driving

Plot twist he knew you were looking at him

His CHEEKS TURNED BRIGHT RED EVERY TIME

You thought it was the cutest

You were still singing along loudly to the music.

You would record it and send snaps to Ned saying you missed him

Ned would always respond with “Bullshit you two need this time to figure everything out,”

You tried to ask PEter what Ned meant but before Peter could answer he got distracted by a sign that said ‘Niagara Falls 350 miles’

“Peter, that’s still like five hours”

“BuT wErE gETTING CLOSE”

“Whatever you say, hon”

You wanting to pull over on the side of the highway to take pictures of all the scenery

“Y/N, we’re never going to make it in time if we don’t keep driving,”

“In time for what?”

“Just WE WON’T MAKE IT IN TIME,”

“But Peter I want to take a picture of you next to that tree,”

“Y/N,”

“Peter Parker If you don’t go stand next to that tree so I can take your picture, no more fruit roll ups,”

“But how will I survive and not starve?”

“I have apples,”

Peter still didn’t move

“Peter Benjamin Parker,”

“Fine!”

“Thank you! I love you!”

“Yeah yeah, love you too,” he would mumble,

The picture of Peter turned out with him standing next to the tree with his arms crossed and huge pout on his face

“Peter can you please smile for me?”

“Why would I smile after you threatened to take away my fruit roll ups?”

“Because I want to remember this trip! Please, can you just smile for me?”

You know how Peter’s puppy dog eyes are irresistible? Anything you do is irresistible to him.

THIS BOY IS SO WHIPPED FOR YOU, YOU SIMPLY FROWN AND HES DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

And boy you knew it too

So you frown and Peter loosens his shoulders and lets his arms fall

“No Y/N IM SORRY DON’T BE SAD YES I’LL SMILE,”

You got another picture of Peter with a big smile on his face, pointing at the tree.

“Can we get going now WE HAVE A SCHEDULE”

“Why is this the first I'm hearing about this schedule?”

“BEcuase it’s a surprise now get in the car,”

You both climb back In the car and set off again

“Y/N LOOK ONLY 250 MILES NOW”

“Peter that still three and a half hours,”

“BUT WE’RE EVEN CLOSER”

At one point you pull off the highway into a small town to get gas

The windows were rolled down and you began sneezing like crazy

“Thank you,”

“What?” You asked Peter in between sneezes

“I MEAN BLESS YOU”

You were hunched over in the passenger seat, laughing your ass off in between your wild sneezes

“Can you please roll up the window Peter clearly I'm allergic to something”

“fUCK YES SORRY”

When you stopped for gas you wanted to get out and take pictures but you knew you would just sneeze and not get any good pictures so you stayed in the car and took pictures of Peter pumping the gas without him noticing

This boy is so fucking gorgeous and the pictures turned out rather amazing despite how dirty the windows were

AND OF ALL THINGS TO TURN YOU ON PETER PUMPING GAS INTO THE CAR WAS APPARENTLY ONE OF THEM

When Peter got back in the car you were just staring at him

“What?” Peter eventually asked, confused by your staring

“Nothing. You’re just pretty is all,”

YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN PETER’S CHEEKS THAT RED

But of course this loser gained some confidence after he received your compliment

“Well if we’re talking about who’s pretty, then there’s no contest, hands down you’re the most beautiful,”

“Peterr!”

“I only speak the truth,”

“Well you’re sweet spider-boy but it could just be from all the fruit roll up’s you’ve been eating,”

“Also,”

“Also?”

“You should pump gas more often,”

“Why….”

“Cause you kinda looked really hot,”

“I mean it is July the temperature are rather warm,”

“Peter Parker you know that’s not what I meant,”

“I know, I just like teasing you,”

Not nice,”

“I mean, I guess my so called hotness while pumping gas would explain why that hot blond was staring at me the entire time,”

“wHOOO?”

Peter just laughed and didn’t answer you

This fuking boy

When you finally made it to Niagara Falls Peter was flipping excited.

You checked into your motel and then decided to go exploring

“So when do I get to find out what this surprise is?”

“SOON”

“Should I be worried?”

“Shhhh Y/N, it’s a surprise I'm not going to throw you over the falls or anything,”

YOU were extremely suspicious as to what the surprise was

YOu and Peter went to the falls and you spent so long just taking pictures of Peter’s face when he first saw them

He was in absolute awe

You were so fucking in love with this boy

You kindly asked another Person to take a few pictures of you and Peter in front of the falls

They smiled and said you two made a cute couple and they snapped a few photos and gave you back your camera

“About that…”

“About what?”

“I also think we make a cute couple,”

“Y/N NO SHHHH YOU’RE GOING TORUIN MY SURPRISE”

You were so confused

Did Peter just tell you to stop revealing your feeling cause IT WOUDL ‘RUIN HIS SURPRISE’

What was this boy up to

After you spent some more time at the falls Peter dragged you down to the bottom of the falls

“Peter what are we doing here?”

“I BOOKED US A TOUR ON MAID OF THE MIST”

“You did not,”

“I did,” you smiled and gave Peter a hug.

You had been to Niagara Falls before but you had never gotten the chance to do a boat tour and Peter knew it was always something you wanted to do since you saw the episode of The Office where Jim and Pam got married on one of the boats

You were both given ponchos and you climbed on to the boat

You were kinda sad you couldn’t take your camera out cause you didn’t want to get it wet.

“So this was only half of the surprise,” Peter said

“What? There’s more?”

Peter turned to you and just

HES SO FUCKING CUTE HIS HAIR WAS GETTING WET SO HIS CURLS WERE FLOPPY BUT THEY WERE ALL OVER THE PLACE AND UGH HES ADORABLE

“I’m in love with you,”

YOU WERE BLOWN AWAY YOU DIND’T FUCKING KNOW THIS BOY HAD ANYTHING BUT PLATONIC FEELINGS FOR YOU

“Are you serious Peter cause If you’re just fucking with me thats not very nice and you know I love you so I really hope you’re not messing with me cau-

Peter cut you off with a kiss

Usually you’d be mad if someone did that but Peter Parker was kissing you on fucking Maid of the Mist of all places and it didn’t seem to matter in that moment

“I love you too, you nerd,”

Peter had this big goofy grin on his face and you just smiled and went to kiss him again.

It was a long ass eight hour drive to Niagara Falls but it was totally worth it.

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skymoonandstardust · 7 years ago

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Meeting Peter Parker in a Bookstore

Peter would be there just minding his own business, wondering through the shelves when he catches sight of you.

His jaw drops, and he's all wide eyes and lost puppy dog looks.

Basically the angel boy's a goner already.

Peter can't bring himself to talk to you so he settles for pretending to look at the books while he's really not-so-subtly staring at you, soaking in your every feature.

He's thankful that you're so into perusing the books that you don't even notice him.

Especially when you move on and he tries to nonchalantly follow you.

It works

He attempts to be kinda stealthy. As in staying back or lingering in an aisle after you left and trying to watch you through the stacks. . .

He's not being stalkerish, he swears, he's just a sky awkward love-struck puppy who can't stop looking at you.

Peter's tactics work for a while.

But it all falls apart when this is the third stack/aisle you've been in AND HE'S STILL THERE. A little bit away from you at the end of the row, but still . . .you don't know what a sweet cutie he is, yet so you're on high alert.

You come up with a test, to see if he's following you.

Next time you move-- instead of going one aisle over you skip two sections and Peter's kinda standing there like what do I do??? cause the angel boy wants to follow you but he knows it would be a little too obvious and you're probably testing him. but he can't help himself

and he end up following you anyway.

Peter walks up and starts pretending to read the titles on the spines.

You aren't having any of it and as soon as you see him walk in you're heading over. . .and Peter sees that out of the corner of his eyes and starts sweating. He goes into panic mode.

Literally does the first thing he can think of and grabs a random book of the shelf and starts reading the back cover.

Really he's watching you coming closer and hoping that you just ignore him and walk by

No such luck Pete, you've been found out. . .

Angel boy panics even more when you stop right in front of him. Keeps looking at the back like he's reading and doesn't see or notice you. . .the blush all over his face gives Peter away though and you clear your throat to make him look up.

He does. . . looking startled (which he is, the cutie)

You come right out and ask "Are you following me?"

"N-no, m-maybe. . . yes." Peter is a stuttering blushing mess and really just too cute for words

"I-it's not what it seems like I swear i'mnot stalking you. I just thought you were, cute-- beautiful actually--- a-and I was trying to work up the nerve to talk to you."

You're trying to still be a little wary cause the guy was following you through the store, and even nice cute guys can turn out to be creeps in the end but he's so adorable and doesn't seem like he's faking it so you decide to let it slide.

"You think i'm beautiful?" It's your turn to blush

"w-well yeah."

You swear your heart melts right then "Thanks, that's sweet."

"You're welcome."

That's when Peter sees the book in your hand and gets an amazing idea.

He remembers this tumblr post he saw once about guys buying girls books and leaps at the idea.

what better way to impress a girl you met in a bookstore? and right now peter needs to do something to make up for his questionable first impression.

"Can I buy you a book?"

He blurts it out and blushes a second later when he sees the look on your face, half surprise and happiness. Peter's so nervous and the time before you answer seems like a forever during which he yells at and doubts himself.

Meanwhile your heart is going a mile a minute cause you know about the post too and you're such a book lover and this sweet guy just asked to buy a book for you, and you legit can't believe this is happening in real life-- to you of all people, so

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's just when he's sure you're going to say no, tell him he's a creep and to get far away from you that you say "S-sure. I'd like that."

Immediately his heart leaps and Peter's mood lifts.

He's not sure for a second if you really said that.

But you did.

And he lights up. Like he smiles, and you swear that smile could power the whole of New York City for the rest of the foreseeable future.

"Great!" He turns slightly awkward again "D-did you want that one or were you still looking?"

You chuckle "I'm done. I was just hanging around to test this hypothesis I had."

The angel boy laughs nervously, cause he knows your talking about him following you before, and also his heart is kinda happy that you used hypothesis instead of theory cause being a bit of a scientist it lowkey annoyis him when someone uses "theory" incorrectly. (lol, the nerd I know.)

"O-ok Great. Lets go then."

You guys walk up to the counter and you hand him the book. He pays for it and looks over. You're distracted looking at one of the displays so he whips out a pen and scrap paper and scribbles on it really quick before sticking it in the book.

Peter looks over at you again and you're still looking at the same display.

He breathes a sigh of relief and walks over to you.

The angel boy gives you the bag and the two of you talk as you walk out of the store and you say goodbye and go your separate ways.

For the rest of the day Peter's all smiley and his hearts going haywire cause of the note. I mean. when will you find it? Gosh what if you've found it already? what do you think of it or what will you think of it? oh no you're gonna think he's even weirder then you already do.

Meanwhile you got home and when you took the book out of the bag this piece of papter fell out. Now who could of put that in there???

anyway, you pick it up and read it.

Sorry for the wrong foot forward but I hope you give me a second chance. . . Enjoy the book :) maybe you'll tell me all about it next time?

It was signed "Peter" and there was a phone number next to the name.

You couldn't help smiling and rereading it once or twice.

You put the number in your phone and it was the next day when you called him. . .

and before you hung up you had a date for Sunday night.

The forevers: @a-sea-of-fandoms @casownsmyass @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @scarlettsoldier @thatbasicnerd4life @docharleythegeekqueen

Marvel girls: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @l4life @kenziecole-green @padfootsiriusorionblackthethird

Spiderman: @lets-imagine-fanfics @cutie1365 @l4life @tomxhotland @petah-parkah-and-potahtas

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popliar · 7 years ago

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VIXX: Shangri-La in Sydney 171127

[Photo: Johnny Au for Hello Asia]

“What a bunch of wonderful dorks who can dance and sing good!” is my major takeaway from this show.

Firstly can I say I am bitter and sad that I didn’t get the VIXX fan at the merch stand because it was SOLD OUT. It was so pretty! And affordable! I just wanted to pretend I was in the Shangri-La MV sob. That was by far the saddest part of the evening. @proteinscollide can testify I got all sulky about it.

But on going in every attendee got this card, awwww!! (That’s all I got, in the cheapest seats. The higher tiers had stuff like autographed posters, access to a hi-touch, etc.)

Vixx started with a bang - Fantasy, complete with an explosion of streamers, followed by Desperate. The audio wasn’t great, and I think in the Big Top it’s just never gonna be that good for pop music, but they have such a nice energy and their choreo is so gooooood. The background visuals were slick throughout the night and everything just worked.

Love Me Do was so good and N’s dance break was SO GOOD, and oh my gosh I’ll never be over Chained Up. I do wish the lights had been less intense and flashy. Vixx are good enough that they didn’t really need the streamers or strobe lighting or the smoke machine - all that stuff was just distraction, tbh.

They then took a break to do some ments and chat about what each of the members had been doing, since it had been a while since they promoted as a group. They all sat down on chairs with the translator off-stage (like a disembodied voice!) and it was one of the most casual, relaxed ments I’ve ever seen.

Leo talked about being in the musical The Last Kiss, and Ken about being in Titanic, and each sung a bit of a song. We were also shown a photo of Ken winking, informed “Ken is winking”, and then witnessed a REAL LIVE WINK. Oh my god Ken why are you like this. (A recurring them thru the evening tbh.)

N had also been in a musical, though in Japan - they showed a photograph of him with one of his co-stars, who coincidentally had also been in Leo and Ken’s musicals! A small musical world, clearly. N then sang a little, after initially pretending to forget the words, then sang so much that Ken trolled him and yelled STOP again oh my god Ken.

Hongbin had been in a drama and showed us various cute photos including him in a ridic apron. Hyuk filmed a drama and a movie, I think? And Ravi had done solo rap stuff - which included a tour date in Sydney earlier in the year - and hosting TV show Style Follow.

Leo and Ravi teased us by singing a little bit of Vixx-LR’s Whisper; and Ravi was adorably flustered when he initially kept forgetting the words.

They then sang a couple of slower songs, still in their seats, before disappearing off stage for costume changes.

A fascinating VCR played showing each member doing something very spooky and supernatural. Each of them was a callback to an MV, apparently, though tbh I didn’t make that connection straight away. Hongbin was in a room of mirrors, seeing a darker version of himself in the reflections; Ken was first blindfolded and then all glowy-eyed; I think Ravi was Chained Up? Leo had a voodoo doll? Hyuk was uh something? N had flowers… Sorry, my memory fails me.

ANYWAY then they came back in satiny red shirts for SHANGRI-LA, THE GREATEST CHOREO OF ALL TIME, FIGHT ME. I just love Shangri-La so much. The song, the fan dance, the everythingggggg. Then they killed us all by following up with Black Out aka LEGSSSSS. Just leave me here forever ok.

They had another ment with various questions on post-it notes, which they took MUCH too much time selecting tbh, but in the end the results were cute:

Ken yelled “let’s get it!” like an enormous dork then spent like five minutes selecting a post-it. In the end he chose such a boring one - “what did you do during your flight” (by the way, all of them doing dubious scrunchy faces or making ‘uhhhhhhh’ sounds before they read out the English notes was super adorable) and he answered it so cheesily oh my god: “Thinking about Starlights!” he said, before another member said, “Okay but what did you REALLY do?” L O L. So yeah they all like, slept and ate and watched movies or read. Cool.

N was asked about sight seeing in Sydney - he said he and Ravi went to Bondi Beach and took photos, and walked across - “what was it called?” “The Harbour Bridge,” Ravi said helpfully.

Ravi took FOREVER AND A DAY to select a question, and in the meantime Ken was like a hyperactive child. In fact he was like that through the whole ment - constantly fidgeting, or dancing the cha cha, or trying to grab N’s hands, goodness.

Ok Ravi was asked about what he’d do after the concert - he said eat and sleep in the hotel. N called him boring and hit him, before helpfully adding that Ravi liked fish and chips. (Someone in the audience yelled out “678 Eastwood” which is the Korean restaurant EVERY SINGLE KPOP GROUP EVER dines at when they’re in Sydney. I have no doubt that’s exactly where they went. *checks facebook* Oh my god, the restaurant even pre-announced it, good lord.)

Leo was asked if he had visited the Opera House. He said he had gone yesterday on his own and walked around for two hours. He says while he has there (presumably at Opera Bar or nearby) he saw a girl lying on her boyfriend’s lap, and then a group of tipsy girls. One of the tipsy girls took his hat and his phone, and then took a video of herself - then one of the tipsy girls lay down in the boy’s lap and they took a video of that, and used Leo’s phone to send it to herself! He was stunned! (I AM ALSO STUNNED, OMG THE AUDACITY.)

Ravi then piped up with a story from the fish and chip restaurant. So someone asked him if he could please take a photo of them. He thought they meant a photo WITH him - but what they actually meant was a photo of THEM! So he took three photos for them L O L omg poor darling.

Hyuk finally took advantage of the true power of the post-its, i.e. to boss around one of his elders THAT TROLL, and picked one that asked Hongbin to do aegyo. Hongbin VERY RELUCTANTLY posed twice and then was embarrassed, lol.

Hongbin had a similar idea and picked one asking Leo to hop like a kangaroo. Without any encouragement whatsoever, N and Ravi began boxing like kangaroos, while Ken did his own hopping. Leo did eventually hop around and chased Hongbin across the stage for his trouble. But then Ken hopped around AGAIN and I think, oh my god, calling himself a “Kengaroo” oh my god.

Ment over! They sang a couple more slow songs, and then a few more fast ones including my beloved Error (my first Vixx song!), then came back for an encore during which Ken jumped so hard he split his pants and had to finish the stage with a towel wrapped around his waist OH MY GOD KEN WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

So yeah I had a really good time! Honestly I’m not even sure they were all at max power - there were moments when I thought they were taking it a bit easy, or weren’t super in sync - but it was such a good, fun, entertaining show!

It’s a pity that the show didn’t sell out. The silver standing section looked especially under populated, and the bronze seats were cordoned off about two-thirds of the way up.

I think Vixx are a bit of a victim of timing - the last show in a year full of many and very expensive shows, and for an audience that is for the most part younger (i.e. less income) and many of them probably studying at this time of year. Like, I’m a grown adult with a decent full time job, and even I find it pretty painful having to pay these super high prices.

I think the promotors have got to get a bit smarter. Space out the tours more, or drop the prices. High school and uni age ppl can’t be dropping like $150+ per show every two months or so. It’s just not feasible. And it’s not reasonable, in my opinion, for a show like this at the Big Top with minimal staging - bands come from Europe or the Americas, and charge far less than this.

Oh, one final observation - rather surprisingly we were told before the show that photography and videos were not permitted, and rather more surprisingly this was enforced. They weren’t draconian about it (I obviously got a few photos in) but there was a guard telling people to stop recording. Quite unusual! Pretty sure the last time this happened to me I was at some prestige indie show at the Opera House or similar… I’m surprised because it’s not as though they had any new material or secret stuff to showcase, and, like, it’s all free advertising really? And I really don’t get the idea that it’s a purer experience if you don’t use your phone during the show - I mean, it has a time and a place, yes, but a pop show is DEFINITELY the time AND the place!

Hello Asia photo gallery

#vixx #kpop #sydney #20171127 #shangri la tour #actually using tumblr as a blog how strange #kpop shows

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lia-nikiforov · 8 years ago

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Quick report on Kubo and Yamamoto’s attendance to Concomics Guadalajara. I was in line for 9 hours plus two more for their short Q&A and am objectively dying, sorry for typos

ETA: When I wrote this it didn’t occur to me that it would get hundreds of reblogs before I ever got to fix it, now my half-deceased incompetent typing will live on forever *sobs*

I arrived at 6:30 am and there were already people in line jeeesus (lots were coming to see a youtuber though)

Gonna spare you the deets on the awful people in my surroundings thank @yuurinikiforov cos I screamed at her for hours

ETA: I just realized this sounds like it was Ally making me scream but in fact i tumblr-screamed at her to prevent from unleashing my frustrations on the gross fujos that surrounded me. Thank Ally because she got to read all that nervous-wreck garbage and y’all get to be spared

I had a two-day ticket so I was allowed in half an hour earlier and if not for that, I probably would’ve missed on the autograph line. They had space for 50 people (plus 200ish that had bought the express pass which was super expensive). I was #45. It took less than three minutes since getting inside for all 50 spots to be taken

(this was the line after three minutes. I was too lazy to take pics of it later, but it got to be around 5 times this at some point.)

ETA: According to Con staff, since the lines were very well organized, they actually got to sign quite a bit more people than the originally allotted 50. The Queens are so kind.

No photos, video or sound recording of The Queens allowed, except for this one taken by Con staff. They were giving away those postcards for the filthy casuals people who didn’t bring any official merch for the sign

i’m mostly kidding about the filthy casual thing bc I hate fandom elitism but there were a lot of people bringing FANART PRINTS and I wanted to gut them

Kubo would quick sketch a character of your choice. I chose Victor bc I love how she draws his huge heart mouth

I was able to tell Sayokan how grateful I am from the bottom of my heart and that I’m looking forward to the movie and she said thank you and that they’re workinng hard. I died. ETA: I wanted to say so much more but I was so nervous my Japanese came out really garbled and we didn’t have much time. And I didn’t get to say anything to Kubo because I didn’t want to distract her from drawing ;---;

Sayokan has a beautiful smile and I love her

ETA: She also had an aura like Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada, twenty years younger: A STRONG woman who takes no prisoners and is fabulous af. I love her with all my soul.

After the autographs, The Queens had a short stage appearance

There was a cosplay contest and the winners would get to sit in the front row for The Queens’ presentation. I didn’t take any pics but the standout for me apart from a flood of gorgeous girls doing Eros Yuuri, was a pair of girls doing Lilia and Yakov. The announcer clearly didn’t watch the show and botched Lilia’s last name, but the cosplayer had the attitude 100% on point.

Something I hate is people who say Yurio stressing the u, it sounds so wrong and a lot of people today were doing it and driving me mad

The stage was packed af

Kubo drew quick sketch of Victor while she and Sayo answered a couple of questions. They will post the video later today

ETA: Here’s the video

Audience Questions logistics wasn’t very well prepared and even Kubo asked how it was gonna work. I was embarrassed for the lack of planning. In the end those that were lucky to be close to the stage got to ask the questions. Lia was praying for no stupid questions pls.

Q&A (translation partially mine partially from the interpreter)

1. What were your expectations about Mexico and have those expectations changed now

Kubo: I haven’t gone sightseeing yet but it’s my first time in Mexico and I didn’t expect so many people. [The people/audience] feels four or five times warmer than japan (make of that what you may, Japanese people say that about us a lot) Sayokan didn’t answer

2. Dumb question that has already been answerred in interviews about whether Yurio was planned to win from the start. As we know, yes, pretty sure both of them have said it before. Sayokan added that his character development wasn’t completely planned though, and he evolved a lot during writing.

3. Which word do you think of when you thibk of Yuuri and Victor

Sayokan: Love (愛)

Kubo: She didn’t talk to the mic and people were still screaming about 愛 so Ididn’t hear what she said but the interpreter said she said Friendship. My queens get your story sraight pls

HUGELY IMPORTANT ETA: Other people that were there have confirmed that Kubo gave a long answer that included 断ち切れない絆 “an unbreakable bond” and didn’t say anything about friendship. There was a telephone game going on because there was a JP-ENG interpreter and then an ENG-SPA interpreter and I don’t know how or why the latter got “friendship” but please take this into account, I don’t want people to hate on Kubo because I wasn’t close enough to hear her answer and the Spanish interpreter botched it.

Not important ETA: A girl close to me was yelling “Victuri” like she hoped they’d answer that and I was facepalming hard

Kubo also asked (in Japanese) if anyone understood Japanese, it wasn’t translated and a good dozen of hands shot up. She was surprised. Some folks screamed abd she said 落ち着け. One or two continued screaming so obviously they didn’t understand Japanese lol

4. Stupid question about whether they plan to develop Otabek and Yurio’s relationship.

Sayokan said they hadn’t fully decided on how everything’s gonna end in the movie so can’t say yet but look forward to the bonus on V6 (the interpreter said V3 and I wanted to gut him). Hoes I like Otayuri but stop trying to shove it on The queens’ faces pls

5. Do you have plans for a special chapter about the Lady skaters?

Sayokan said it’s definitely something they’d love to do but right now their focus is on the boys abnd finishing their story. Best answer for me tbh besides Sayokan’s 愛 cos I wanna see Mila skate soooo bad.

ETA: Forgot to mention this but a lot of people were chanting “Boda! Boda!” (wedding). Kubo asked what it was that people were chanting and the interpreter told them. Someoene else is reporting that Sayokan chuckled. There were two tall dudes in front of me so my vision was very obstructed and can’t confirm, but neither said anything out loud in response to it

Sayokan threw some gifts at the audience but My Queen is no pitcher and I was too far back so didn’t get anything *sobs*. Some were prints or maybe postcards but no idea of what exactly.

And that’s it! Theyll be signing more autographs and have another stage appearancw tomorrow but I can’t stay so someone else will have to report it whilst I die.

TL;DR I love them and my calebdar looks even more beautiful and I never thought that was possible and I’ll cry about this day for the rest of my life.

PS I’ll fix those typos when I’m not utterly destroyed PPs: I have no shame so I wanna plug my cute Victuri Tangled AU it’s really cute and it doesnt have typos promise, please read it http://archiveofourown.org/works/10529547/chapters/23245557

#victuri #victuuri #yuri on ice #yamamoto sayo #kubo mitsurou #con report #100 #200 #300 #500

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the-cryptographer · 7 years ago

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Red/Green from your fic

Wow, I’m really sorry this took me so long to finish, anon. I had most of it written a while back, but then I got distracted by real life complications… Mea culpa. But thank you so much for the ask!! And I hope you manage to find this post after all this time ^^;

What they watch during movie dates and what kind of snacks they get from concessions.

Red… might actually sleep through all the movies… Maybehe’ll watch ones that heavily incorporate pkmn into their plots, and he’ll payreally close attention to the pkmn that are onscreen, and get all into readingtheir body language and how it doesn’t match the actual tone or content of themovie. But, yeah, otherwise he’ll be sleeping. Green got cheese fries fromconcessions and threatens to eat them all if Red falls asleep, and that’sexactly what happens.

Which one gets in to a fight with the other’s parents.

Green. Green fights with Delia. I actually have drafts ofthem fighting for Stranded. It’s akind of muted fighting that neither of them wants to be doing but they disagreeabout things and each feels a bit short-changed and they get frustrated. Greenalso fights with his grandfather, of course, but Professor Oak and Red getalong well enough if a bit superficially.

What kind of street performance they’d put on to raise money if they were stranded somewhere.

Pkmn battle. It’s the obvious answer but the correct one, Ithink. I’m sure a battle between them would draw spectators. Anyhow, they havea custom at Viridian Gym to hold non-league standard battles (pkmn teams ofthree selected randomly) monthly, and hold a betting pool, and the profits gotowards helping rescue pkmn or otherwise special league things that Lance ishaving trouble budgeting for. They might just alter the premise slightly ifthey were stranded. They’ll have to use the money to get unstrandedimmediately, but their battle is still for charity. They’ll make a note of howmuch it was and reimburse from their own pockets.

How they’d be as parents if they had-a-kid/someone-forced-a-kid-on-them.

While I don’t ever see them wanting kids apart from 500displaced pkmn, I don’t think they’d be bad parents at all. Green gets to beloud at PTA meetings, and lecture the kid about responsibility and all that,and be smiling and encouraging, and shopping trips. And Red gets to be quietand loving, even though he makes that really blank face, lol. Children are juststrange pkmn to him, so he kind of approaches the topic the same way.

Who would cause the most trouble during a camping trip and how.

They are both verygood at camping. Red’s way more adept at it than Green. Mt Silver oc. And, nowthat he’s been back home for a while, he goes on regular camping trips withMisty and Brock too. Green doesn’t care for it much as a hobby, but he’s beenon his pkmn journeys, of course, so he knows how to camp and doesn’t mind doingso when it’s practical… I mean, they definitely can cause trouble while camping, but it’s not becauseeither of them is making stupid camping mistakes. …At least not anymore. Iguess there was that one time Red ate too much Ursaring liver on Mt Silver andgave himself Vitamin A poisoning. I guess a lot of that Mt Silver camping tripwas a disaster. But Mewtwo was better for it in the end, and Red was also betterfor it in the end so… *shrugs*

What they would give each other as both a serious gift and a troll gift.

Umm, pass… They definitely give gifts during holidays atleast, but I’m not sure exactly what the gifts are. Probably things they usefor work: pkmn egg incubator – or something odd like that.

Who moves in with them as an unfortunate third wheel roommate.

I still can’t decide if I want to call her Leaf or Blue.But, yes, her.Red’s kind of ??? about her, but not in an unfriendly way. Green wants her toleave. Right now. But she has noproblem whining at Green until he feels terribly guilty for having bullied heras a kid, and also she’s kind of hisfriend and kind of Red’s friend and kind of his sister-in-law and he has a responsibility towards her, and thewhole time she’s there she’s passive aggressively holding things over his headuntil he does what she wants. But finally Daisy drags her away, lol.Also Hibiki. Even worse guy that’s blatant in how much he likes Red and doesn’tlike Green.

How they feel about handholding and sudden kisses in the ear-cheek vicinity.

Yeah, they hold hands. And every once in a while, whenthey’re alone, Red gives Green sudden cheek kisses. It’s a rare enoughoccurrence that Green’s always a little surprised and blushy when it happens.

Who’s always snapping photos and who’s pack-ratting clutter.

Red acquires a camera at some point and spends the nextmonth ceaselessly snapping photos until Green and Venusaur and Pikachu are allsick of it. (Eevee and Cubone and the others are into it, lol.) He calms downafter that though and takes photos more sporadically.And Red totally pack rats practical items. Stacks of chipped dishes, old toys, wornstretch bands – anything he might need for pkmn rehab.

Who hogs the bathroom in the morning and who causes toothpaste related drama.

Not the bathroom, but Green takes forever choosing outfitsin the morning. You wouldn’t think it’d take so long to choose some of those horrible clashingcolour combos and pull on those cargo pants but… somehow…Red makes toothpaste trouble by not using enough of it. Green squeezes extratoothpaste onto his toothbrush. ‘It’s called dental hygiene, morning breath.’Toothpaste is grape flavoured.

What their matching costumes were for that one party.

They probably both show up to the costume party dressed asBlaine and they spend the entire time lovingly taking the piss out of him. Foranother party they might dress up as tv personalities – like Gabby and Ty fromthe Gen3 games – haha Interviewer Green and Cameraman Red would be prettygreat.

If I think they’d get married and why or why not.

You know what? I used to think ‘no’ while I was actuallywriting Missed Signals, but I’m leaning a lot more towards ‘yes’ now. It’s aconflict between trying not to make waves about something they think is theirprivate business, and wanting to vocally and publicly treasure each other. I’m gonnajust jump aboard the headcanon train that they’re gonna honeymoon in Alola.

Who has over a thousand unread emails in their inbox or five hundred icons on their computer desktop and how the other reacts to this gross mismanagement.

Green, in terms of the emails. He’s got a lot on his platebetween the gym and Viridian City’s management. His desktop is neat though.Red’s not too tech savvy since he chucked the Fame Checker. He has enough of atime responding to text messages, so he doesn’t really use his email foranything.

What their hidden artistic talents are and how appreciative the other is of these talents.

Neither of them is very artistic. No. Nothing beyondscribbly doodles.

What they consider each other’s most attractive quality and/or their favourite thing about the other.

Green admires Red’s intelligence, and his genius and compassionwhen it comes to working with pkmn. And his kind of amazing ability to succeedeven in the face of all this opposition. Also that Red can be so sweet andsmitten with him. Green loves being loved, lol.And what Red likes about Green – I think it’s the way Green’s so charismaticand such a good leader. And also Green can be really, idk, big ideas, bigambitions, big picture in his thinking. I think that kind of breadth appeals toRed.

Thanks again for the ask :)

#red (pkmn)#green (pkmn)#pkmn #my writing #ask

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neverbetheexpectation · 8 years ago

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Marichat Day 10: What If...

*Waves hands in the general direction of this story*

I don’t know what this is. I’m sorry. I was supposed to be writing the Marichat Day 11 prompt, but was immediately inspired by Day 10 instead so... Oops? Also, this has been 0% edited because its 1:30 am and I could wait until tomorrow to edit/ post but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It’s accidentally almost 2k lol oops ,,

What If...

“What if I told you to come back next week, same time?” She asked softly, trying to read the bright green eyes staring back at her. She isn’t sure what compelled her to ask, what made her want him to return. But it was there, and she had been biting back the question all night. Maybe it was because he looked lonely, she thought. Maybe it’s because his ears were drooped and his tail was limp when she caught him sitting out on her balcony. Maybe it was the way he seemed to come to life when she made him laugh, when she snuck him some cookies, when she talked about her new designs. Maybe it was the way his smile made her feel light inside. She isn’t sure exactly what it is, but she’s drawn to him in a way she can’t explain.

“Well, I guess I’d see you next week,” He says, a small but pleased smile on his lips.

“Maybe I’ll have some warm croissants saved for you, just in case you do come by.” She says, and watches the way his smile brightens even more, his eyes almost actually look happy.

“Maybe I won’t be able to wait until next week then,” He says with a chuckle, and Marinette beams. He leaves a short while later, and Marinette almost wishes she could have asked him to stay a little longer.

“What if I told you to never come back?” Marinette asked softly, avoiding his eyes. She can’t look at him, not when his eyes are so easy to read. He wears his expressions so openly with her, it’s like she has a front row seat to his soul. It’s amazing and awe-inspiring and heartbreaking all at once. Because it’s too much.

He came back every week, the same night, the same time. They smiled and laughed and shared treats. She showed him her sketches, he sat and watched her sow, she drew pictures of him. They coloured on magazine pictures together, sitting on the balcony and watching the sun set. They played video games while sitting shoulder to shoulder. They laid on their backs and counted stars together, and he told her that she shined brighter than every star in the universe. He napped in her lap while she played with his hair, listening to music softly. They sang to goofy songs together, making up the words when they forgot them.

She got so used to seeing him, to him landing on her balcony and knocking on her door, to him smiling at her with those soulful green eyes that always seemed to be sincerely happy to see her. She got so used to his smile and his laugh and his voice and his arms around her and when did she get so used to this? When did this become something she wasn’t sure she could live without? When did she fall in love with Chat Noir?

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew for certain that she was in love with him. The way her stomach swooped when he smiled. How she anxiously waited for him to come visit, sitting on her balcony in joyful anticipation. How she examined herself in the mirror before he arrived, adding a little colour to her lips, hoping he’ll notice. She was in love with him. And she felt horrible.

How could she ever really love him? After she had spurred him away as Ladybug? After she had rejected him time and time again? And what about Adrien? Her heart still longed for the other blonde boy in her life. How could she love them both at the same time? It wasn’t fair to either of them.

Chat Noir was quiet for a long time, and Marinette caved in and looked into those green, green eyes. She expected to see confusion, heartbreak, anger, something. But he was closed off. And that hurt even more than any other emotion he could’ve shown. He was never closed off with her, not even after a stressful day. He was always so sincere and honest with every look. She never had to wonder how he felt or if he was being authentic. But not tonight. Because Marinette had slammed the book shut.

“Well,” He said, turning away to lean against the balcony banister. He stared off at the starry night for a long moment, contemplating what he was going to say. “If that’s what you wanted Princess, I’d never come back.”

Marinette’s eyes filled with tears, no matter how much she willed them away. How dare this boy still be sweet when she was nothing but unfair and cruel?

“I don’t want you to stay away.” She said softly, her voice weak and strained. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. It wasn’t another burden she could bear to put on his back.

“Then I’ll come back. I’ll do whatever you need me to do Marinette.” The sincerity was back, but Marinette didn’t dare to look up and see.

They spent a long moment in silence, before Marinette took a deep breath. She couldn’t look at the super hero, so instead she spoke to the night sky. “It’s getting late, you should probably go.” Her voice sounded much colder than she wanted it to. Chat Noir shifted, and Marinette was filled with panic. Was he leaving? Was he angry? Did he hate her? Would he leave and never come back? She reached out for him, grasping his hand but still refusing to look at him. She found herself at a loss for words.

“Same time next week?” He asked softly, and all Marinette could do was nod. Chat hummed beside her, before leaning over and gently kissing her forehead. He squeezed her hand once and then was gone, disappearing into the night sky. Marinette felt her heart breaking more as he got farther away.

“What if I asked you to never leave?”

Was that a selfish thing to ask, she asks to herself? It’s too late to take the words back now, but she can’t help but wish she could grab the words and shove them back where they came from. Now that they’re spoken out loud though, Marinette desperately needs to know the answer. She had been wondering ever since the kiss. What would happen if he just stayed?

It had taken Marinette a long time to sort her feelings out. She felt horrible for taking her emotions out on Chat, for putting more of her emotional baggage in his hands. She apologized to him the next week, when he returned without fail. She had baked hi special kitty cookies to make up for being a horrible friend the week prior. He assures her that his feelings were purrfectly intact, but Marinette still couldn’t shake the image of Chat closing his walls on her. Not that she blamed him, of course. She had attacked him with her question out of the blue. How was he supposed to know she was having an emotional crisis?

In the end, it had taken a few weeks for her to really sort her feelings out. Should she beat herself up for having feelings for two different boys? Tikki assured her that it was completely normal for humans to have romantic affection for many people at once, and even her mother had assuaged the young girl’s guilt. She cared for Adrien very deeply, maybe even loved him. But she didn’t even know him, not really. Chat Noir had opened up for her in a way that no one else could, and there was no denying the love she held for her superhero partner.

It had taken weeks after that before she had the guts to kiss him. The thought had been there, in the back of her mind every time he came to visit. The moonlight would shine on his face in the perfect way and she’d just think kiss him. Kiss him now. But she never did. She made a lame joke that made him laugh so hard he fell off his chair, and she internally crooned kiss him you idiot. But she didn’t. She made a pun and watched his face light up with pure, unadulterated joy, and she practically screamed at herself to just bloody kiss him already! But still, she resisted. It wasn’t until they were sitting at her computer playing video games that she actually decided that tonight would be the night that she kissed him. If he wanted to, at least.

And she did. She had been so distracted during their video game match that Chat Noir had actually managed to get the upper hand and win the game. He hooted with joy at the victory and was about to turn and playfully rub it in Marinette’s face. Except Marinette’s face was a lot closer than he was expecting.

“A victory kiss,” She breathed, and watched the way Chat Noir’s eyes flicked to her lips, the way his tongue darted out to wet his own, and she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. It was sweet, innocent, and yet they were both completely out of breath by the time they parted.

“God I’ve been wanted to do that for so long now,” He breathed, and Marinette felt her heart swell.

She wanted to ask them there, then, if he could stay. Never leave, just… stay there, with her. But she couldn’t find the words and even if she could, it was too soon to say them. In the end he had to leave, because it was late and a school night. But he promised to return the next night, and every night after that if she wanted.

They’ve kissed a few more times since then, at least once per visit, but they haven’t talked about what it meant. Marinette wonders if he’s hesitating for the same reason she is. If they decide to take this further than just innocent kisses, it would mean everything would change, forever. There’s no way Marinette could date the boy without telling him that she’s Ladybug first. And Chat Noir wouldn’t want to date her if he couldn’t do it as a civilian. And while Marinette wanted nothing more than to be able to love Chat Noir in all forms… Were either of them really ready for that?

In the end, it hadn’t mattered if they were ready or not. Not when Ladybug accidentally witnessed Chat Noir detransforming after one long, draining akuma attack, upon which she discovered that the blond superhero she was in love with was also the blond super model she was in love with. Of course Marinette decided the best course of action was to wait for Chat on her balcony that night transformed as Ladybug, so that all secrets were on the table. That led to one very long, very late conversation, which leads to…

“Well my lady, I guess I’d have to build myself a fort here on your balcony and stay forever,” He mused, pulling Marinette in closer. They were standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing and staring at the Eiffel Tower, enjoying each other’s company.

“You know what I mean, kitty.” She said with a soft chuckle, entwining her hand with her boyfriend’s.

“I’m all yours Marinette,” He murmured, kissing her temple. “I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever it is then,” She said, turning to face him, reaching up on her tiptoes and sealing the deal with a kiss.

#what is this #haylee writes things #marichat may #i love this ship so much #but i feel like this is really ooc tbh #idk #its late #i just liked the format of the What Ifs tbh #the writing inbetween is #meh #honestly i should probably edit this tomorrow lmao #but here have it now anyways

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leenuwoes · 7 years ago

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170804 Snuper Fansign

The venue seemed so intimate to me, it was in a small theatre... I went to my spot (I was #91/100) and I started panicking because there was no wifi so I couldn't look up how to say anything anymore at the last minute... These two Japanese girls Kaylen and I met at the store to buy the albums for the sign both got in! They said hi to me and were so excited but really sad Kaylen couldn't come.... There were lots of other people we knew there, mostly Japanese fans we met at music shows honestly. At first I thought being #91 was bad but I think it helped me because I could see how everything played out before actually doing it myself. I got really nostalgic because they were playing Back:Hug and I listened to that on repeat on the plane to Korea and then there I was, meeting those guys....

When they came in my heart almost burst... like the feeling of "I'm going to get to talk to them oh my goddddd".... I would die for all of them... I couldn't believe it was actually happening. Also I got really tripped out because I imagined them sitting in a certain order and THATS HOW THEY WERE SITTING!! Incredible

I was sitting at the back so they were kinda far away but Sangho and Sebin were right in my line of sight. Woosung talked a lot before it started, and I kept getting distracted by Sebin because he is just... so good and he looked so damn fine as well with a lowcut shirt and necklace and pushed back blonde hair Ugh

As I looked away from Sebin I noticed Sangho was... staring at me...? And when I caught his eye, he smiled ;; so ;; big ;; and I waved and he waved back and I legit had to break the eye contact after a few seconds because I was so flustered fuck... after, a girl beside me yelled at Sebin and he looked a winked a bunch of times and I caught it on vid and since she was right beside me it looked like he was looking into my camera too Bye

Then I recorded my friend getting his signs and at that point I noticed that no one had given them any cute gifts like things to wear on their heads? And I had prepared something for all of them whoops so I was like Uh

While I was watching I felt very disturbed by how much time it seemed like people had with them, and also I was nervous because you have to line up like 10 people in advanced in front of everyone leading to the stage I was sooo nervous fuck

So finally they got to my row, so I went and lined up, and luckily my friend was right in the section in front so he was being really encouraging to me, like being silly and dancing to the music to me, and he also took some pictures of me lol so I felt really grateful for him...

Here are my fanaccounts for the members!

Taewoong

He was so soo sweet ;; Really really smiley in a very cute way. Our interaction was so awkward at first, he was asking me who Justine was (like if it was me or a friend) but I thought he was trying to figure out the age hierarchy between us, so there was a little miscommunication lol but that got figured out quickly. My friend who's been to about five of their fansigns told me he's always first because he's good at calming people down, and honestly its true. He's really easy going and playful, and a tonnnnn of fun. He spoke a lot of cute Korean to me, mostly just a few words here and there, of course he's smiling the whole time, and when I gave him his gift (a little bow clip with a spring and butterfly attached to it) he was like "Oh thank you!" (eng) and he was going to take it but I asked if I could put it on for him because I've always wanted to try that Whoops so he let me!!! And god it was so cute to hold his little head and I put it on the top of his head god I wanted to die (I could tell his hair was really crusty tho rip stop dyeing it). So then he started signing my page, and I looked down and... he was holding my hand... and I know that's normal but I was so taken aback because I didn't remember when he took it LOL and Okay so I was... Really surprised to see he has.... very veiny, manly looking hands and he was wearing a lot of rings I........ and also he had a lot of stubble on his face too Okay! Anyways he answered my post it out loud in such a cute voice frick and honestly it was over so fast I was kinda sad I didn't have time to do/say everything that I wanted but its okay because it was a great interaction :))

[Trans: Please write me an encouraging message as I have been stressed out and losing sleep a lot lately!!

Ans: Here I am~<3 (I think he meant, “I am here” like “I am here for you!” ;; then, “화이팅!!” (fighting/I’m cheering you on!)]

Suhyun

He was sooo easy to talk to oh my god, he really made me feel calm because it was so casual, he's not really smiley but he's extremely friendly. He also talked to me in Korean the most. When he found out my name he was immediately like "Oh Justin Beiber!!!!" and I was like nOoooo and tried to explain theyre spelled differently and he was like "Ok ok sorry" lol Sorry bro and then I gave him his present (a pink bow clip) he took it and was like "지금...?" (now?) and when I said yes he kind of laughed like he was embarrassed (sorry) then put it in. He answered my post it in Korean then translated it for me even tho I knew what he said lol but that was nice. After, in Korean, he asked me where i was from and if (what?) I ate, and since I was able to answer easily he was like "Oh youre good at Korean!" (in Korean) and i was like "No I can only speak a bit" (in Korean) and he was like "대학교?" (like asking me if I study at university) and I was like yea but the staff was already pushing me away but he held hands with me once more quickly before I left!

[Trans: Is there a member who’s not who he seems? Why?

Ans: Sangil!!

When I asked why, he said it’s because he’s handsome but he’s actually really cute. I was so bored by that answer because I already know that but w/e he was put on the spot LOL]

Sangil

He was really cute and shy and awkward which I didn't expect (because he's pretty goofy) but it was still nice! My time with him was kinda chaotic though because first of all, he signed the wrong page lol and I tried to tell him but he was kind of confused so when I showed him he was like "OH..." but he couldn't do anything so he just moved the post it fjdj and he felt so bad but I just kept telling him it was okay (in Korean). And then he made the same JB comment as Suhyun but when I was like noooOo he was like "Okay sorry" bUT IN A MORE SAD WAY THAN SUHYUN GHDIDJDD BABY IM SO SORRY I WASN'T TRYING TO BE A A BITCH TO YOU... Then I gave him him this apple headband that lights up and he gladly took it and smiled but THEN HE PUT THEM ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD SO I WAS LIKE "Nono bring them up!" And he was so confused again, but eventually figured out what I meant but I felt so bad because I felt like I kept demanding him things it was so chaotic god I love him tho and he's adorable.

[Trans: What’s something that makes you happy to hear?

Ans: I like you]

Woosung

He tried speaking a lot of English to me I love him so much? He was so sweet for trying, honestly hes soooo kind no offence I kind of thought he was shit tier (it's a joke don't worry) but hes NOT lol. In my post it I asked him to do a starjng contest with me then give his first impression of me afterwards, and honestly I don't know why I decided to do that but then I was So. Glad. I did because he is so...... BEAUTIFUL..... he looks like a video game character? He's so flawless he looks like a computer graphic I was so shocked.... and I was surprised I held on so long but it must've been because of his beauty like I could've stared at him forever.... but eventually he blinked and I think it was because he was wearing contacts (WHICH ALSO ADDED TO THINGS) so I kinda feel bad for making him do it but it was FUN and he seemed really pumped for it. Then on the post it for the first impression part, he was like (in English) "EYES.... SO.... PERFECT...." and he like... GAVE UP writing perfect because I think he forgot how to spell it I LAUGHED god I love he

[Trans: Let’s have a staring contest! After, tell me your first impression of me.

Ans: Eyes So Perfect]

Sangho

God...... my ass is in fucking pain just writing this..... he smiled a lot immidiately.... and he smiles as though hes seeing a really close friend after a long time? It's one of those heart melting butterfly inducing smiles. When Woosung told him "Justine" (oh yea the members passed my name down the line... frick) he was like "Ahhhh Justine!" And he didn't even ask me to spell it... note, he signed my slogan a week or so ago so I'm thinking he remembered my name from that... can I die... and then he looked me in the eyes and said "보고싶었어요" (I missed you/I wanted to see you) and smiled... GOD HE REALLY. TALKS WITH HIS EYES AND HIS LITTLE SMIRKY SMILE LIKE HE IS JUST SO. B O Y F R I E N D IT MADE ME WANT TO SINK INTO THE FLOOR AND DIE... (also side note, I noticed when he wasn't smiling that he had creases where his smile lines are and bitch thats like my #1 makeup issue so for some reason that just made me suddenly like him even more ?? Bye). Then I gave him the headband (pink with cat ears) but he didnt put it on cause he was wearing something else on his head... I really wanted to see him in it but oh well he... more than made up for it... While he was answering my post it, I decided to tell him I was leaving soon... I was like "그냥... 오빠..." (oppa [something girls say to older males]... just...) and my voice was really shaking because I was really flustered to be in front of him honestly and... he suddenly looked up at me, stopped writing and slid his hand into mine really firmly and held it and he looked really concerned oh my go d I ???!!!!!??? that moment alone was worth how much i spent on the albums bITCH.............. like it was just... so boyfriend ((like it was that moment when he thought his gf was going to start crying so he tightly held my hand and stopped what he was doing to look me in the eyes and listen......I'm sorry I'm sappy)) and i was like "일요일에 (omg i jst realized said the wrong day).... 한국을 떠날거예요......" (on Sunday [I meant monday tho ;;] I'm leaving Korea) and he made such a sad face and was like "왜애애ㅐ" (Whyyyyy) and i was just kinda choked up and he smiled softly and was like "어디?" (Where are you going/asking where I'm from) and I told him Canada and he kind of sighed and was like "가지마ㅏ" (Don't gooo) and then he answered my note (I said "I like you so so much, where can I meet a guy like you;;") while still holding my hand and he said his answer outloud as he wrote it and after he held both my hands and he said something like "I know we will meet again soon" :'----(((((((((((( I'm going to fucking cry this is like something I dream of happening but it happened in real life... I love him so much... and then I had to go and he kept thanking me and stuff and I forgot about the Ryan stickers I was going to put on him so I just fjdkdk gave him the whole pACK AND SOME OF THEM WERE USED HE'S GONNA THINK I'M SO CHEAP BUT I WAS PANICKING and then right before I left I told him... I loved him (in Korean) god it just came out I'm so embarrassed ;; I love him so much he treats his fans so well he's like the kind of fanservice honestly I'm so shook

[Trans: I really really like you, where can I meet a guy like you?

Ans: ㅎ.ㅎ Justine I really really wanted to meet you

(My Korean friend and I looked at it a lot and that’s what it looked like he said, so I guess he’s saying after he first heard my name (from the slogan) he wanted to meet me... god he’s good at fanservice...)]

Sebin

GOD he is . be a u ti ful like a literal frigging prince and his was over way too fast too I wanna die... So Sangho told him my name and then I was like "oh wait a second!!" (in Korean) and he STOPPED SO FAST I'M SORRY BABY and I was like "My sister really likes you..." and he immediately understood and was like "Ahhhh whats her name?" So I was like panicking and I fumbled for my sticky notes but I couldn't find my pen so I just asked to use his lol and he looked at Kaylen's name and I had drawn a loop for the L and he took out my sticky notes and he pointed and was like "L?" and I COMBUSTED HE'S SO CUTE GOD and so he signed that for her and I explained to him that she couldn't come that day. Then I gave him the EARS (a beige fox/dog ear headband) AND HE PUT THEM ON RIGHT AWAY I LOVE HIM HOW IS HE SUCH A SQUISHY BABY BUT LIKE A FUCKING HOT ASS PRINCE AT THE SAME TIME?? And then he held my hand and Kaylen wanted him to draw something cute for him and he drew a cat so quickly god everything he did was so cute I love HE and I told him the same as Sangho that we're leaving on Monday.... and I honestly don't remember his reaction But my time with him was also pretty chaotic but i think I was just really flustered from Sangho :P Sebin though is seriously so beautiful and kind he's just a little shy with new people I think!

[Trans: My sister is your fan but she didn’t get into the fansign today... please draw her a cute picture!

Ans: *cat* jdkjdd]

ANYWAYS IM BEYOND EMO! BYE!

So after I sat down, a few minutes later Sangho caught my eye again then smiled and waved and gave me a ... heart.... then two finger hearts and I was really dying Fuck me

They all ended up keeping their presents on from me - Taewoong had his lil butterfly clip on the top of his head, Suhyun had his clip on the side of his head, Sangil kept his apple headband on, Woosung put the bunny clip on his collar like a bowtie, Sebin kept his ears on the whole time !!!!! Sangho has his kitty ears on his neck.

*Previews NOT MINE! Credit on watermarks*

Watching the rest of the sign... Sebin really loved his ears and kept doing cute things to show them off and everyone thought he was so endearing!! But side note... he fidgeted with the headband a few times so I think it was kind of uncomfortable but he didn't want to take them off :-( god he's so precious...

When things were winding down later, Sangil took off his headband and Woosung took it, put it on his face so the apple parts looked like they were coming out of his eyes and he was like "눈이 아파요요요요ㅠㅠ" (my eYes hurttt!!) in a REALLY DUMB VOICE I laughed so frigging hard them Sangil wore them the same way God they're so silly

Then they came to the front at the end of the sign and when they were doing their final waves Sangho smiled and waved really big @ me, mouthed "고마워요!" (thank you) and gave me a finger heart again (I got it on video that time) I wanna :-( my boyfriend :-(((((( i love he so much.... hes spoiling me..........

And then it was over and I really wanted to cry it was such a beautiful experience for me... I'm really gonna love and cherish these boys for the rest of my life!!!

#SNUPER

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themusesofmars · 8 years ago

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Fanfiction Teaser - FFXV

Since Final Fantasy XV’s release I’ve been working on a massive piece of Ignoct fanfiction that actually started out as Gladnoct, until I got to chapter 10 of the game and decided Gladio was just too much of a prick and Ignis is really the love of Noct’s life. lol It’s not finished and it’s going to require some intense editing. I was literally watching a Korean soap opera while writing one night and its influence is apparent. (If you’ve ever watched a Korean soap, you understand why the edits will be necessary...it’s all far too melodramatic to be taken seriously!) However, by request, I am posting the rough draft of a smutty smut scene that occurs in the bath. *Recommended only for ages 18 and over.* This scene takes place after Ignis and Noct have had a terrible misunderstanding (blame Gladio) and Noct has to break into Ignis's room where they're staying to try and get back in his good graces. At this point in time, Ignis just happens to be bathing. Oh—and if you haven't completed the game, be forewarned that there ARE spoilers. One last note: if you like what you’re reading and want to follow the story's formal publishing progress, you can find us on Fanfiction.net and Archive of Our Own as The Muses of Mars, or, of course, follow this Tumblr account and/or our blog at http://themusesofmars.blogspot.com/. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ignis was in his room, soaking in a steaming hot bath and letting the heat soothe and comfort him. He had taken his talk to Gladio to heart, but he still ached. To hear such painful words coming from the man he loved… Even if spoken in anger, they had been like daggers in his heart.

Still, it was disgraceful to have so badly lost control of his emotions, and for everyone to know his private affairs. After the way he’d behaved, he was too ashamed to show his face in front of Noct again.

This all stemmed from the tragic event in Altissia that had claimed his vision. If only he still had his eyes, he would have felt more confident in dealing with Noct’s spurned lover. He would have been able to look into Noctis’s eyes and seen the truth in them.

His chest ached from crying, but a lump in his throat was threatening to reform, so he sat up and felt around the rim of the tub for his washcloth. It was then that an unexpected draft chilled his bare skin. Then he heard a sound, like someone moving around his room.

“Who’s there?” he demanded, trying to sound more intimidating than he felt sitting unarmed, blind, and naked in a bathtub.

“I-It’s me, Iggy,” Noctis called out breathlessly. He’d just climbed from his balcony to Ignis’s along a very narrow ledge while balancing two full mugs of coffee. He was expecting a hero’s welcome, and instead had broken into a dark room. “Where are the lights. Oh—sorry.”

“…There are some candles on the coffee table, so I’m told… But, Noct…”

“Hang on a second. I—I can’t see, and I have my hands full.”

“…Very well.”

“Ouch!”

Ignis stiffened. “What’s wrong?”

Noct grimaced. “Found the coffee table.”

A moment later Noct had a candle lit and found a tray for both it and the coffee mugs. But where was Ignis? The bed was empty. “Ignis?” “I’m in the bath.” “Oh. Oh!” Noct sounded first disappointed, then quite eager. He looked around the room and finally saw a privacy screen along one wall. “Are you decent?” “I’m…in the bath.” “Well…” Noct found his way around the screen, only to lose his breath when he saw the other man seated in the tub, “is it okay if I join you?” It sounded as though he already had, but a moment later Ignis felt the water stir and realized Noctis was actually getting into the bath with him. “Oh—Y-Your Majesty—!” “Don’t worry; my eyes are closed…just like before.” Ignis relaxed, and nearly smiled. It was like their secret code, and it showed him Noctis respected him. “I want to apologize for the way I behaved earlier,” Ignis began, but Noct cut him off. “You know you did nothing to apologize for. Ignis, I didn’t mean what I said. I—I was yelling nonsense in anger. You were right, Gladio thought there might still be something between us. But I told him there’s not, that you’re the one—” “I-I know, Noct. We spoke. He told me what happened.” Ignis paused. Perhaps it was good that the king had shown up unannounced, because there was something he needed to tell him but he hadn’t been sure how to bring it up till now. “He also made a suggestion I’m inclined to agree with: when you board the train for the capital…I shan’t go with you.” Noct had kept his distance, stayed on his side of the tub, but now he wanted to reach for Ignis. He resisted the instinct and asked, “Why is that?” “Well, as Gladio pointed out, I’m a distraction to you. You’d be more focused if you knew where I were, and that I were safe. Is that true?” “…Fair enough. But—” “I’m also blind. I can’t drive, I can’t fight properly without my eyes. I’d be an easy target, and slow you down.” Noct rubbed his face in frustration, the water from his hands dampening his bangs. “Can we…not do this right now?” he pleaded. “I came here to say I love you, not goodbye.” Ignis swallowed hard to keep from crying. “That’s all I needed to hear.” Noctis could hear the pain in his voice. “Ignis, please… Let me stay with you tonight. I’ll sleep on the floor, I don’t care. Just let me be near you.” Ignis chuckled through his dry tears. “Yes, my king,” he said, reaching for the boy. Noctis rushed at him, taking him into his arms and finding his lips. “Yes, Noct.” “And can I please build a fire? Cause it’s freezing in here.” “Yes, yes, yes,” Ignis replied, kissing Noct after every word. “Oh, Ignis…” Noct squeezed him tightly to his naked body, running his hands across Ignis’s back. “See? Even your skin’s like ice, and you’ve been here in this steamy water. Let me make a fire now, and turn down the covers, so your bed will be warm for you when we get out.” “You can warm my bed,” Ignis murmured, kissing along Noct’s throat hungrily. “And you can warm my skin right now.” “I-Ignis… Are you sure?” Ignis stopped and went very still. “I mean, I want to…” Noct said hesitantly, “but you’ve been through a hell of a lot today.” “And you’re the one thing that can put my soul at ease, Your Majesty.” Ignis cupped Noctis’s face, caressing his soft skin. “Let us forget the world outside, just for tonight. Be mine, and let me be yours, my king.” Noctis shivered. “Why does it sound so good when you say that?” “Because I love you, my liege. I would die for you.” “Nobody’s dying tonight.” Noct moved closer, straddling Ignis and pressing him back against the edge of the tub. He kissed him deeply, and felt the other man’s hands exploring him. He winced with pleasure, their soft pants already further warming the air behind the privacy screen. Ignis’s hands were gentle but his touch was electrifying. He fondled Noctis between his thighs, and stroked him from behind, arousing him to hardness in an instant. “I feared never to touch you again,” Ignis whispered. “Ignis, you’re the only one I want touching me,” Noct murmured back to him, his body aching with pleasure. “…May I?” Noct opened his eyes and looked at Ignis. Even scarred, he looked so beautiful. “Please,” he agreed. Arching his back, Ignis took hold of his king’s hips and lifted him off his lap just long enough to sheathe himself in Noct’s body, causing the boy to gasp. Ignis himself let out a soft cry, gently leaning back against the tub wall again. “…Are you…comfortable, my love?” he panted, so eager to continue his body trembled. “Feels good,” Noct answered. He reached up and ran his hands along Ignis’s torso. “So does your body,” he added, keeping his eyes closed as he felt out the other man’s chest. Ignis captured one of Noctis’s hands and kissed its back, thumb, and wrist. “If only I could stay inside you forever,” he murmured. “But I want to feel you inside me again.” “Mm… You will,” Noct promised. “Tonight,” Ignis said demandingly. “I don’t want to stop until I feel the sun on my face.” “We’d best get started, then.” Noct’s hips started moving in Ignis’s lap. “Ignis, you feel…perfect inside.” “I thought the same thing about you last night,” Ignis murmured with a smile. They took a little while to grow accustomed to their position in the bath and to find a way to move together without splashing water all over the floor. It was a slow, steady process, with Ignis’s length pushing deep inside Noctis, and Noctis’s hips and thighs working to rub his lover’s shaft as he gripped it hard. Ignis wound his arms beneath Noct’s, clinging to the boy’s shoulders as his tongue and lips moved over his neck. Noct closed his eyes and let Ignis do most of the work while he rocked in his lap. His lover was far more bold tonight and he was enjoying it. He prayed this didn’t mean Ignis doubted they would ever be together again. A hand caressed sensually down his spine, then over his hip and touch him between his legs again. The prince couldn’t help the moan that rose from deep within, and he felt so weak with pleasure he has to trip the edges of the tub with both hands to keep from melting back into the water. Ignis sighed. “My deepest regret in losing my sight is that I shall never see your face with the look of pleasure that must be on it now…” Noct bit his lip. “As long as you know how you’re making me feel, there’s nothing to regret,” he panted. Ignis was squeezing him and, oh, how it ached… He moaned with every exhalation, riding the other man’s cock with slow, thorough thrusts. “In time, I will learn to see with my hands.” Ignis clung to Noct as he started stroking him a little roughly. The cry he elicited in response made his own hips buck excitedly. “And I can hear your pleasure…” “You’d better be feeling it, too,” Noct said with a hazy grin. Ignis leaned forward and kissed his chest. Noct leaned back with the other man’s arm supporting him, and Ignis’s mouth moved lower until his lips were on his nipple. Noct moaned as Ignis suckled him, his thrust movements transforming into desperate squirms. Ignis gently twisted the tender cock in his hand, holding tightly onto the end while his thumb rubbed at the head. The touch was too much, and Noct spasmed in his arms with a loud cry. His hips bucked hard as he released. Sensing his lover’s orgasm made Ignis hungry to finish with him. Holding Noct tightly to him, Ignis sat up on his knees and laid the boy back. He clung to him with one arm, his other hand gripping the edge of the tub for leverage as he fucked him hard. It no longer mattered that the rugs were getting damp, he just had to end this sinful torture. Noct hugged the other man and they kissed like it would be the last time. Ignis thrusted into him roughly, but it felt nothing but incredible. His length was long and slender, and fit inside him with an ease that was perfection. “Come on,” Noct purred his encouragement as he grasped at Ignis’s back. “I want to feel you cum inside me.” Iggy cried out at the delicious invitation and bucked hard against Noct as he came. Noct moaned with him at the warmth he felt inside, his fingers digging into Ignis’s back. Ignis continued to thrust against and into him a few more times as he rode out his release, and they kissed and kissed and kissed. “It doesn’t seem right, somehow, that they’re carrying on like that in Lady Lunafreya’s home,” Gladio grumbled disapprovingly. “Not after she…” “What I wanna know is, how did Noct get into Ignis’s room?” Prompto wondered, legs kicking in the air as he lay on his stomach on his bed, rereading his manga for the tenth time. “The kid’s resourceful. I’ll give him that.” Gladio was sitting on the sofa in Prompto’s room, his feet kicked up on the coffee table. He was staring at the television, though it was off. He wished they had the power to turn on just one thing. He could use the sound to drown out the ruckus going on across the hall. “It’s boring without electricity. What is that you’re reading? Is it something I’d like?” “I dunno, maybe.” Prompto held up the manga and faced it towards Gladio. “Think they’re in this position?” he asked curiously. Gladio’s eyes went wide. “Just what the hell are you reading over there?” he demanded, leaping out of his seat and making it across the room in two strides to snatch the book out of Prompto’s hand. “Prompto! This is X-rated material.” “Uh, that’s what the parental warning on the front is for,” Prompto said, rolling his eyes. “Well…I’m confiscating this. As your parental guardian.” “Hey! You’re not my dad! Give it back!” “Nuh-uh.” “Maybe…we should…actually…bathe…since we’re…in the bath?” Noct suggested in between kisses. Ignis was all over him tonight. “Capital idea, Noct,” he agreed in a devious tone. “I’ll wash you first.” Noct laughed. “Sounds good to me.” Ignis held out his open palm. “A little soap, if you please.” Noctis looked at him skeptically. “In your bare hands?” “Naturally.” The boy laughed. “Okay.” A tray of bath soaps was on the ledge nearest the spigot. It contained an assortment of bottles, and Noct held one up to the light after another until he found some liquid body soap. “Got it,” he announced, placing one hand beneath Ignis’s and holding his fingers so he was aware before pouring some soap out onto his palm. “How’s that?” Ignis touched the soap with two fingers from his opposite hand to determine the amount. He nodded. “Smells nice,” he commented, rubbing his hands together to build up a lather. “Now turn your back toward me, Your Majesty.” Noct did, but said, “I feel like this is some ploy to get my ass in your lap again.” “All in good time, my love.” Ignis caressed the soap over the prince’s back, his touch deepening into a gentle massage. Noctis sighed. “You’re going to put me to sleep if you keep this up.” Ignis reached out and took hold of Noct’s shoulders, drawing him back to lean against his chest. “Sleep, if you need to rest. I’ll take care of you.” The prince smiled and turned his head to kiss Ignis’s throat. Ignis’s hands moved to his chest and Noct arched into the touch with a low sigh of pleasure. “And miss out on this? Think I’ll stay awake for now.” Ignis laughed in a husky voice, caressing the boy’s chest deeply. His thumbs teased over Noct’s nipples, causing his lover to gasp and moan. “I love the way you sound when you’re in pleasure,” he whispered. “I love you, Noct.” “I—” Noct didn’t get to finish what he’d been about to say in response. Ignis’s hands delved between his legs, combing through his hair. “Ignis!” “I so wish I could look at you,” Ignis murmured, resting his head against Noct’s. “But since I can’t…” Noct’s arm reached up behind him to hug Ignis around the neck. “You really intend to keep me up all night, don’t you?” “Well, I don’t wish to exhaust you before you leave for the capital…” “It’s fine,” Noct cut him off. “Don’t stop.” Ignis smiled. “As you wish, my king.” “Do you know what time it is?” Gladio frowned and took his cell phone away from his ear to check the screen. “Oh, shit. Sorry, Iris. I said I’d call you back, but I just now got the chance.” He had retreated to his room’s balcony to escape the sounds that had been leaking into his room from across the hall. “I should let you go. My battery’s running low, anyway, and the power’s out in Tenebrae so I’m not sure how long I have to talk.” “Well, now that I’m awake, I want to know what’s going on.” Iris sounded a little more awake, less annoyed, and more concerned. “What’s up?” Gladio sighed. “Oh, I fucked up. You know, the usual.” His sister was patient. “I’m sure it’s nothing that can’t be undone. I mean, as long as you didn’t let the king die or anything.” “Oh, he’s alive,” Gladio said, “but I don’t think he likes me very much right now.” “You dummy! Whether he does or not, he needs your help, so you’d better make things right.” “Yeah… Yeah, I know.” Gladio took a puff on his cigarette. Even if Noct had chosen to be with someone else, he still has his duties. At least if Ignis didn’t let Noct talk him out of staying behind, he wouldn’t have to look at the two of them together the whole time they were on their mission at the capitol. “I’ll think of something.” “It’s easy to get mad at you,” Iris said, “but it’s hard to stay mad. I’m sure you can patch things over. Goodnight, big brother. Give Noctis a kiss for me!” “…Right.” Gladio shook his head, flicking the butt of his cigarette over the balcony in anger. “I’ll call you when we’re finished. Stay safe.” He tucked his phone in his shirt pocket. It was undone and blowing in the breeze, but the night air did nothing to cool his blood pressure. He couldn't help thinking that if he’d been more understanding with Noct, the boy wouldn’t have gone straight to another man’s bed. They’d had something; he’d felt it. He’d wanted it for a long time, and it had been apparent that Noct had, too. Or maybe he was just looking for trouble to get into while he was still a bachelor, or maybe he was freaked out about the wedding. There was no reason to try and make sense of it and second guess himself now, though. Noct had made his choice, and for Ignis’s sake, Gladio was going to respect it. “Feels so nice to have clean hair,” Noct said, running his fingers through his long, dark mane. “I can sense that you’re preening, my love, but could you lend me a hand in getting out of the tub?” Ignis called out. “Yeah, sorry.” Noct flushed with embarrassment. He turned away from the vanity mirror and returned to the tub behind the privacy screen. “Okay, I’ve got a towel spread out in front of you. Put your hands on my shoulders and step on out.” A moment later, his eyes went wide. “I said put your hands on the towel, Specs.” “You’ll have to forgive me, Your Majesty. But I am blind…” “Ah, okay. That’s a perfectly reasonable excuse for having just grabbed my junk.” “It’s not junk,” Ignis argued, steadying himself by wrapping an arm around the boy. “Those, my love, are the crown jewels.” “Ignis, I didn’t know you had it in you.” Noct wrapped the enormous towel around his lover, folding him into his arms. “I hope to show you a great many things you may not be aware of,” Ignis said hopefully. “Could you build that fire you promised? It’s dreadfully cold in here.” Noct rubbed Ignis’s back vigorously to help the towel soak up some of the bath water. “It wouldn’t have been, if you’d have let me build the fire before we…you know.” “It wouldn’t have been, if you’d closed the door after breaking into my room.” “Ah—oh. Touché.” Noct accepted a smiling kiss and then left Ignis to dry off. “Stay where you are,” he called back over his shoulder. “There’s a candle on the floor, and I don’t want you to catch your towel on fire.” “All right. My thanks.” Noct smiled as he closed the balcony door and locked it. Then he drew the curtains closed and went to the fireplace. “It’s not so bad, letting me take care of you for a change, is it?” Ignis shivered as a drop of water ran from his blond hair down the back of his neck and into his towel-blanket. “So long as I’m near you, I have no complaints.” Noct got a fire going and then gave the logs a few prods with the poker until they were crackling. “That feels much better,” Ignis said gratefully. “Good.” Noct turned down the covers on the bed before returning to Ignis. “I only found one of these bath robes in here. Do you want it, or do you just want to get into bed?” Ignis reached out from under the towel to run his hands over the robe. He felt around the collar, the neck, and chest, then slowly pulled the tie free from Noct’s waist. “Feels like we could both fit,” he murmured. Noct snaked his hands under Ignis’s arms, cupping his backside and pulling him flush against his own body as he gave him a lingering, passionate kiss. He left Ignis breathless. “I’m ready for bed, Noct,” he whispered. “All right, Iggy. Let me get the tray. I brought you something, I forgot to mention.” Noct bent down to pick up the tray with the candle and coffees while Ignis dried his legs off and then toweled his hair a bit. “Mm! Dare I ask…is that Ebony I smell?” “That’s right!” Noctis answered enticingly. “Your senses are getting sharper already.” Then laughed. “This will make good and sure we’re up all night.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shameless plug #2: Ignis fans should check out the Ignis Scientia Appreciation Society on Face book. https://www.facebook.com/groups/364500010576995/ Shameless plug #3: Also The Cult of Noctis on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1882700225308612/

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