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extravaguk · 4 years ago

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pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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bestie what about kenma and osamu getting jealous of the boy you babysit? 🥺 i love your series!

#Haikyuu boys jealous of the kid you’re babysitting // pt.3

featuring:: KOZUME Kenma, MIYA Osamu

genre:: fluff, comedy

warning:: none!

⇢ Part I , Part II

a/n:: thanks for requesting my dear! I'm so happy you enjoy this series. I hope you like pt. 3!

❥ KOZUME Kenma

“babe, please remember to bring your switch.”

Kenma pouts, instantly regretting offering to babysit with you today. “do I have to?”

You look up at him, “you promised, babe. You’re the one who offered and I've told him and he’s so excited. He’s been talking about Mario Kart all week, you can’t back out or else you might break his little heart.”

Kenma rolls his eyes, “you’re so fricken dramatic, but fine.”

The two of you walk hand-in-hand, arriving right outside Theo’s door at 5 pm

“Y/n!” the little boy excitedly greets you

“Hi Theo!” you crouch down, hugging the little boy back, “do you remember me telling you about Mario Kart? well, look who’s here! This is Kenma, my boyfriend, and he’s brought Mario Kart just for you!”

Theo’s eyes gleamed at the mention of “Mario Kart”, but darkened for the slightest second at the mention of “boyfriend”

Kenma blinks, unsure of what he’s just seen and follows the two of you into the house

“Y/n, I’m hungry.” Theo juts out his lips, looking up at you expectantly

“I'll fix up a little snack for you, honey. Why don’t you play Mario Kart with Kenma first?”

Theo lets out a happy “yay” and runs into the living room

You give Kenma your best “you better be on your good behavior” look and he responds with a “I'll try”

As you’re in the kitchen fixing up a PB&J sandwich, Kenma quietly sets up the switch, trying to make small conversation with the young boy

“Hey Theo, do you have a favorite Mario character?”

“yeah.”

“which one?”

“the one I kick your butt with.”

Kenma looks up in surprise and finds the little boy glaring at him, “do you have a problem with me?”

“yeah, you’re ugly.”

“well, you’re exactly easy on the eyes either.” Kenma retorts quietly

“I hate your hair and I love Y/N.”

Kenma is amused and annoyed at the same time

“I love Y/N too.”

“I love her more. She is my wife.”

“she’s not even your girlfriend. She’s MY girlfriend and in a few years she’ll be my wife.”

Theo stomps his feet, “no, she is my girlfriend.”

“no, she’s mine.”

This little banter continued for a few good minutes before Theo finally comes up with a suggestion, “how about a game between us two men? The winner of Mario Kart gets Y/N as his girlfriend.”

Kenma snorts, “well, first of all, she isn’t some object we can just “win”. But I will accept your challenge and put you in your place.”

you come back to the living room and is shocked by the wave of intensity between Kenma and Theo as the two gripped the switch control and stared at the TV in front.

“hey boys, wanna take a break? I brought snacks.”

“shhhhhhh, in a bit.” Kenma responds

“In a bit” eventually turned into three hours of non-stop Mario Kart that left Theo crying in your laps after losing every single game

After comforting him and putting him in bed, you bid farewell to his parents and left with Kenma

“Kenma Kozume.”

Your boyfriend stiffens at your use of his full name, “yes, kitten?”

“don't “kitten” me. Why’d you do that? Why couldn’t you go easy on Theo? I thought we had an understanding.”

Kenma sighs, “look I really didn’t want to tell you this, but I couldn’t afford to go easy on the kid.”

“why?”

“because I might lose you.”

“what in the world are you talking about?”

He glance at you before averting his eyes, “he challenged me and the winner gets you as his girlfriend.”

You burst out laughing at this incredulous notion, “but, I'm already your girlfriend.”

He turns to you, “yeah! I know! but if I lose, he’ll keep saying you’re his girlfriend and I hate that!”

You soften as you watch the red appear on his cheeks

“you know you’re adorable when you’re jealous”

“you know I love you right?” Kenma asks

“I've never doubted that for a second.”

❥ MIYA Osamu

Osamu packs the rice balls into the little container, making sure the little dinosaurs aren’t squished together

“babe, you’re so sweet for making these. I bet Johnny would love them.”

Osamu smiles up at you, “thanks for letting me tag along, princess. I’m excited to meet this Johnny kid you’ve been talking so much about.”

Osamu regrets ever asking to meet Johnny the moment the 10-year old opened the door and yelled, “My love! you’re finally back to see me!”

Yes, you’ve warned your boyfriend about Johnny being quite a dramatic kid, but Osamu had no idea Johnny’s dramatic antics would include dramatically flirting with you

“Hi darling, I literally just saw you four days ago.”

“and that’s just too long.”

“oh stop it, you. Ever so dramatic. Anyhow, this is my boyfriend Osamu, and guess what? He’s made you your favorite snacks.”

Osamu could feel his annoyance rise as Johnny glanced over and gave him a once-over before smiling, an obviously fake smile

“oh thank you mr. Osamu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Osamu clears his throat, returning an equally fake smile, “nice to meet you too, Johnny. You can just call me Osamu.”

“great.” again, with that fake smile

“Johnny, why don’t you show Osamu the puzzle we’ve been working on and I’ll get the rice balls out of the containers for us.”

Johnny leads the way, with Osamu trailing slowly behind him. As soon the two of them were out of your earshot, both dropped their formalities

“hey Osamu,” Johnny turns around, “thanks for the rice ball, but don’t come back with Y/N ever again. This is my quality time with my darling and I don’t need you ruining it, especially not someone like you.”

Osamu scoffs, “first of all, where’d you come from kid? The 1950s? second of all, I was just thinking I should’ve probably added some laxatives in those rice balls for you.”

Johnny scoffs in return, “Jokes on you because I don’t even know what laxatives are.”

Osamu was about to respond when you returned with the rice balls.

The rest of the evening was spend with the two of them vying for your attention and subtle glares at each other when you weren’t looking

Osamu breathes a sigh of relief when Johnny’s parents returned and the two of you left for the front door

“bye beautiful Y/N! I shall miss you and see you in my dreams.”

You roll your eyes playfully before giving the kid a hug, “see you Thursday, honey.”

Osamu playfully swings your interlaced fingers back and forth as you guys walk back to his car

“did you have fun?”

“nope.”

“what? It looked like you had a good time chatting with Johnny.”

“this kid is way too much for me. You know he tried to threaten me? babe, I don’t think you should babysit him anymore.”

You laugh slightly, “oh babe, don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Osamu glance over at you, “if I say I was, would you stop?”

“nope, but I’ll say you’re very cute and give you a kiss.”

Osamu sighs dramatically, “fine, I guess I'll accept.”

The two of you stand kissing in front of his car for a few minutes. You tried to pull away, only for him to tighten his grips on your waist, lips continue pressing into yours

If he’s going to act this way, maybe you should invite him over to babysit Johnny more often

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 16

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Thanks to @acollectionofficsandshit for being my bestie and beta reading! This would have never happened without her ❤ Make sure you read Roman Profile, set in the same universe!

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Your Saturday gets off to a great start when you spot Sylvie lurking in the corner of the garage. The woman pointedly raises an eyebrow at you when she notices you, the simple action setting you on edge. You glare at her in return, having none of it while Pierre suits up.

"Take care of this for me, will you?" Pierre places his cap backwards on your head. You smile, adjusting it so it's out of your eyes.

"I will." You glance over his shoulder before chastely kissing his cheek. You'd deal with Sylvie later; Pierre didn't need any distractions when he was about to get out on track.

"Nope, not acceptable." Pierre kisses your lips, completely unaware of the shit you'd likely catch as soon as he was gone because of it.

You sigh and take half a step back. Having none of it, Pierre places a knuckle under your chin, tipping your face towards him.

"Sylvie making you nervous?" The pad of his thumb sweeping over your jaw gives you something solid to focus on. "I can ask her to leave if she is."

You shake your head. "Not nervous, no. But she's getting under my skin."

Pierre sets down his helmet and waves off Pyry who tries to shove it back in his hands, prepared to address the matter and hash out a solution immediately. "What's going on?"

"It's not a big deal," you try, "I can tell you after practice. You've only got a few minutes until lights out."

"I want to know now, mon amour."

Fighting was pointless. He would stand here until you spilled the beans so you might as well get it over with so he could get out on track. "Fine. Sylvie cornered me Thursday and asked me to lay low this weekend because of some interview you did. She gave me a copy of it but I didn't read it. She said it's bad for your image to be seen doting on me when you've got races to win."

Pierre blinks, head swiveling in slow motion. Sylvie watches your interaction like a hawk, waiting for either of you to slip up. "And you kept this to yourself?"

"I didn't want to distract you. You've got a job to do." A blush creeps up your neck and settles on the apples of your cheeks. "Sylvie was mad enough at me, I didn't want her in your face too."

A muscle in his jaw ticks. "That's bullshit. I stood up for you. That's why she's pissed. I told them you were just as important to me as racing."

Your heart somersaults in your chest. "You said that in an interview? Pierre, that's-"

Pierre drops Sylvie's stare and meets yours. "I love you and I won't apologize for it. I don't have time to talk to her now though- are you okay being here with her until after practice?"

"I'll be okay as long as you top the time charts," you tell him, a smile playing on your lips. When you'd gotten back together you had told yourself nothing would come between the two of you again, up to and including nosy PR agents who couldn't keep their hands out of your business.

"I will, just for you." Helmet in hand, he pecks your cheek before heading to the car. Pierre shoots Sylvie a glare and says something to Pyry before clambering into the car.

Pyry doesn't leave your side for the entirety of practice, chasing off Sylvie each time she tries to approach you. Pierre nearly tops the charts, sitting second fastest on the famed street circuit. Only Max clocked a faster time, which didn't surprise anyone. Pierre's side of the garage erupts when he is wheeled inside and is met with claps on the back and wide smiles from his team.

Confidence radiates from him as he peels off his helmet and thanks his team. A grin from ear to ear splits his face as he makes his way to you before he even bothers to unzip his suit. Before you know it he's swept you in his arms and planted a kiss on your lips.

"It's not first, but I'll take second if you're waiting here when I get back."

"It's only practice," you remind him, swiping away a bead of sweat from his neck with the pad of your thumb. "But you drive like that for quali in a few hours and you might get your first pole."

"What did I tell you?" Sylvie hisses, ruining the moment and sending you crashing back to earth.

Instead of falling into line, Pierre's grip on your waist tightens. "Leave her alone, Sylvie."

"This isn't good for you," the woman insists. "People are saying you've gone soft-"

"I don't care what they say. My results speak for themselves." And they did. Second fastest today in practice, despite Monaco being a track that Pierre generally had a poor record at. "When I start slipping to the back of the pack you can talk to me about it. But even then it's out of your wheelhouse. I don't care what the gossip columns have to say about me-"

Pierre breaks off and you can see the pieces clicking in his head. "You've never cared either, not even when I got demoted. Horner put you up to this, didn't he?"

Sylvie straightens under the weight of Pierre's question, good enough as giving him an answer. "I have a job to do."

"And so do I." His words freeze over, his attitude icy. "How about you back off and let me do it? I don't need another person breathing down my neck. And she certainly doesn't either. And you know what? I'll make you a deal. If I win tomorrow, you leave us alone and keep your nose out of my personal life."

"You'll thank me when your name is out of the tabloids." Bewildered, you stare after her until Pierre's lips meet your temple, the simple gesture sending a tingle down your spine.

"I wish it was easier for us," you murmur, placing a hand on his broad chest as if you were the only two in the garage. "But as long as I have you, it's worth the fight."

"Don't let it get to you. You make me a better racer, no matter what anyone says. You taught me that I have something to fight for. You're the one that picks me up when I don't think I can make it. Without you, I probably would've blown my chance at taking seventh in the championship."

"And I'm the one that tells you when it's time to get your ass back in the car and race your heart out." You grin up at him, not caring for a second who was watching this time when you kiss him. "I expect you to be a pole sitter next time you're back in this garage. I might have already told my mom it was happening, so don't make me a liar."

"If I take pole, will you wear my cap again tonight? Just my cap?"

"That could be arranged."

**********

Pierre may not have taken pole, but qualifying fifth was more than enough reason to treat him to fulfilling his request. With only the Red Bulls, Charles and Hamilton ahead of him, you were confident he could at minimum hold his position, and at best his team would come up with a strategy that saw him undercut one or two of the guys ahead and put him on the podium.

As usual, Pierre gets to the circuit a few hours early to clear his head and walk the track one last time. Since it’s not a mandatory part of his race preparation, you take the opportunity to walk with him. The clouds part just enough for the sun to shine down on him, practically glowing in the light. Apparently not even the celestial bodies were immune to his beauty, coming out solely to appease him. Your gaze eats up the curve of his throat as he tips his head back to enjoy the golden rays warming his skin.

“Beau Rivage,” he murmurs as you come up to the right hand bend. “One of the few spots for overtaking, if you’re lucky.” Pierre studies the pavement, noting where patches of gravel had built up and toeing them with his shoe. His commitment was something to behold; not even Max could be bothered with a track walk on Wednesday, and forget about waking up with the dawn to participate in an optional one on race day.

Pierre was different though, throwing himself into the sport and refusing to commit anything less than a hundred percent. That commitment was one of the things that had drawn you to him in the first place and continued to be something you admired. You missed him when you were apart, but hearing the thrill in his voice when he spoke about racing lines or braking points never failed to remind you that he was living his dream and you would never stand in his way.

You thread your fingers through his, soaking it in as he walks you through the track. This wasn’t an opportunity you had often and you were determined to embrace and enjoy it.

“Massenette and Casino Square. This braking zone is tricky, if you go too wide you’ll lose seconds of time and probably a good chunk of your front wing, unless by some miracle you miss the barrier.”

Having little to offer to his assessment, you rest your head on his shoulder as you walk. You try to see the track through his eyes, picturing the cockpit around you as you attempt to pick out an adequate braking point.

You continue on in amiable silence, stopping once or twice so Pierre can take pictures with fans and chat with them. Eventually you come to a corner you recognize, one of the most infamous.

“I know this one.” You puff out your chest, holding an imaginary microphone to your lips. “The Lowes hairpin. Slowest corner on the calendar. The cars decelerate to 65 kph, a feat achieved nowhere else.”

Pierre throws his head back and laughs, making your heart stutter. You never wanted to go another day without hearing the full-bellied sound, rich and rife with more happiness than should be humanly possible. “You only know that because Crofty and Brundle bring that up every race, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” You beam back at him when he shakes his head, the action more to say I knew it than to express disappointment. Because he could never be disappointed in you, especially not for taking an interest in what he loved. You tended to queue up archived races to listen to in the background as you studied, meaning it was inevitable that some of the quips from the commentators rubbed off on you sooner or later.

“Now this is my favorite,” Pierre says, adjusting his cap to keep the sun out of his eyes.

“The swimming pool chicaines? Why?” They were considered boring by most racers, flat out but navigable by muscle memory if you’d had enough practice.

Pierre’s self assured grin leaves you in a puddle on the pavement. “Cause I’ll be jumping in that pool today, and I’m taking you with me.”

"I don't think so." You point to the hoodie you wore, one that you had stolen from his closet ages ago and since refused to give back under any circumstances. "I'm in irreplaceable gear. I don't want to ruin it."

Pierre rolls his eyes, dropping your hand in favor of slinging an arm around your shoulders. "I love it when you wear my clothes. My hat yesterday, my hoodie today, anything really. I love having that claim on you."

"If only I could get you to wear some of mine," you muse as the pit boxes come into view.

"If you ask nicely, I'd consider it."

The garage is thrumming with anticipation before Pierre even enters. Checo’s engine penalty is all anyone can talk about, his subsequent start from the pit lane meant Pierre would effectively move up a place and start fourth.

Pierre is whisked away as soon as Tost spots him, the warm old man greeting you before stealing your boyfriend away. You know your way around well enough to be comfortable, staking out your spot along the back wall to observe the team's preparations. The early wake up call was quickly catching up with you however, your lack of movement causing you to stifle a yawn with the back of your hand.

"You look like you could use a coffee."

A young woman about your age steps into your line of sight and holds out a steaming foam cup. "Er, sure, thanks."

"Alana," she says, sticking her hand out for you to shake. "I'm one of the junior engineers for the team. I've seen you around once or twice, I figured it was about time I introduced myself."

"Thank you for the coffee, Alana." You lift the cup in mock salute and take a sip, the contents rich and flavorful. "I swear, I don't know what you guys lace this with, but it's addictive as hell."

The two of you share a laugh that earns you a few confused glances. "I think we're gonna be great friends," she says, tapping her own cup against yours. "It's nice to see another woman around the paddock. Sometimes it gets a little testosterone heavy."

You nod, taking another swig. You can practically feel the caffeine working, already a little more alert than you were minutes ago.

"It's great luck."

"Pierre moving up a place?"

Alana laughs, her ponytail swaying as she shakes her head. "No, I meant you being able to attend the race. You picked the best weekend to be trackside, the podium celebrations are the best."

Pierre startles you by snaking an arm around your waist and planting a kiss on your cheek.

"There's our star," Alana says, her smile bright and optimistic. "Better bring your team another trophy! The next one is going in the engineering department, they already have a little plaque made up and everything. I can see it right from my desk."

"Oh I'll bring one home," he replies, his hand casually grazing your ass as he moves to stand beside you. "I already promised her I would and I'm a man of my word."

"I know you will."

"You have those time tables I asked about?"

"They're in the engineering suite." Alana hooks a thumb over her shoulder and smiles at you. "You're welcome to come back with us. He concentrates better when you're around anyway."

"Are you sure?" Red Bull never let you anywhere near proprietary data. You and any of Max's guests had always been corralled into the vip suite with the occasional venture down into the garage when they were wrapping up.

"You're part of the family," Alana explains as if it was obvious. "Of course I'm sure."

Pierre grins and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze. His team knew he wanted you near and they were willing to bend the rules to make it happen. "We'll try not to bore you to death."

You sit through a half hour worth of numbers and codes you didn't understand, your arm slung around the back of Pierre's chair. He offers tidbits and asks questions while Alana and the other engineers walk him through scenarios, ensuring he has everything down. The way he spoke was quite possibly the hottest thing you've ever had the pleasure of witnessing, aside from post race Pierre with his sweaty hair sticking up in every direction and an adrenaline infused smile on his red cheeks.

Before you know it the two of you are ushered off to his driver's room, Pierre changing into his fireproofs and suit while you treat yourself to some of the snacks lying about. Pyry knocks just as Pierre zips his suit up to his chin.

"Hunt 'em down," you say, resting your forehead to his and stealing a moment for the two of you.

"Always do."

And god, does he ever.

Ten laps in, Hamilton is complaining about the balance of his Mercedes, the gap between himself and Max is only a few seconds and rapidly decreasing. The headphones you wear allow you to catch snips of driver radio and team communications, and you gather that Hamilton is slowly losing power. No one is sure if it's an electronics issue or an engine issue but they aren't complaining either.

Flawless pit stops from most teams see little shift in track positions, Pierre still holding fast to P4 a little over halfway through the seventy eight laps. Alpha's stellar strategy sees him rejoin fifth after sliding into the pits for a set of mediums to take him to the end of the race.

"Gap to Norris three seconds ahead," comes the voice in your ear.

Pierre clings tight to the rear of Lando's papaya McLaren ahead, using DRS to his advantage and practically toying with the younger racer, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Three short laps later, Pierre skirts around the McLaren at Beau Rivage and reclaims fourth.

Hamilton's ability to stretch tire performance to the maximum means he gets ten more laps before he's in the pits, Max closing in on his track position. The Mercedes crew stumbles, the pit stop more than twice as long as it should be, and Hamilton rejoins fourth.

"In the podium places," Pierre's engineer states.

Seconds later, white smoke pours from Max's Red Bull and he pulls off, causing a yellow flag and bunching up the pack.

P2, with only the Ferrari standing between Pierre and a win.

"Easy pickings Pierre, choose your moment."

Your heart pounds and your nails bite into your palms as Pierre goes around the outside at the hairpin, the entire garage shouting when he somehow gets away clean and the Monegasque backs off enough for Pierre to take the lead.

"P1 mate, two laps to go, two laps."

Pierre's brisk copy tells you all you need to know. He wasn't about to let this win slip through his fingers. Neck craned up at the screen, you watch as Pierre fights tooth and nail to fend off his friend, gasping audibly when a slight lockup nearly causes the two to collide around a chicane.

When he crosses the line, all you hear is a staticy scream.

Pierre Gasly, you are a Monaco Grand Prix winner!

It almost doesn't feel real how everyone around you begins jostling for the podium, their momentum carrying you along. A combination of luck and skill had seen him skyrocket to the top.

When you finally catch a glimpse of him in parc ferme, he stands atop the halo, arms spread wide amongst the deafening cheers of both Red Bull sister teams. Pressed between sweaty bodies, his team all push to the front to be the ones to congratulate him.

You blink back hot tears. Pierre had fought incredibly hard to be on that top step, not just today but the entire season. Being demoted from Red Bull last year had been a backhanded blow, one that when coupled with his insistence on going back to the team in the future had warranted a feeding frenzy of media that ebbed and flowed as rumors surfaced. He'd been under the microscope ever since, struggling to keep his head above water but managing to come out on top.

Someone pushes you forward just as he takes off his helmet, his grin wild and unrestrained. Your mouth is open, his name on the tip of your tongue when a hand closes around your arm.

"This isn't your moment," Sylive says, near shouting to be heard over the roar. "No one wants to see you up there in the frame. This is his podium, let the media see that."

This woman really wanted to be knocked out, didn't she?

"He just won the prix." Dumbfounded at her audacity, you shake your head. "Leave us alone, he won."

"He could win the championship and I would still tell you to back off. There's hundreds of cameras out there, do you even have it in you to hold yourself together when they're all flashing at you?"

If she had asked you that question a few months ago, the answer would have been no, absolutely not. Now that you'd been to hell and back it was an entirely different story. You could walk through the throng and come out the other side unscathed if you had your best friend and partner at your side. He would shield you for the worst of it, be their punching back in order to make the burden bearable.

"Sylvie, if you don't get your hands off me-"

"Oh, sure," she says, releasing you with a smile. "He's already gone anyway. I only needed a minute."

Brow furrowed, you investigate her claim to find the truth of it. Pierre was already being herded away towards the podium, toweling off the residual sweat and setting his helmet on the provided stand. He throws one last glance over his shoulder before climbing the steps to the podium, his baby blue eyes cloudy when they should have been sunny.

Pierre's team principal calls your name as the boys take their places on the steps, gesturing for you to join him at the barriers. "Where were you? He was looking for you."

"No, I know," you start, shaking your head and gazing up at your racer. "Sylvie has it in her head that I shouldn't be photographed with him-"

"Say no more," Tost says, then pauses as the crowd claps. "I've never liked her."

"You and me both," you say under your breath as the anthems play.

Pierre's hungry gaze scours the crowd for you, hands folded neatly behind his back while he bounces on his feet. When he finally spots you in Tost's shadow his shoulders straighten the tiniest bit, like he had been half expecting you to be absent. The pride in his posture is reflected in your smile, a fact that he picks up on and leverages to shine even brighter.

Absently, you register the shutter of a camera going off as you beam up at Pierre. Your winner locks eyes with you before popping the cork of his champagne and spraying his fellow podium sitters, Daniel and Charles, before taking a long swig. Daniel blows a kiss to his girlfriend who mimes catching it and tucking it away while Pierre simply wraps Charles in an embrace, marveling in their first shared Formula 1 podium.

Pierre is surprisingly the first to leave, stalking off with his trophy and bottle in hand before the cameras have even stopped rolling. You track his progress, the crowd slowing him like he was a marble trying to sink through molasses. His thanks are short, his smile tight as he makes his way to you, eyes locked on his target and utterly unwilling to yield.

You meet him at the barrier which you still haven't been allowed to cross thanks to security taking their job far too seriously. Pierre doesn't care, tucking his trophy under his arm and unhooking a section so that you can slip through.

A laugh bubbles out of you when he wraps you in a bone crushing hug, lifting you off your feet and spinning in circles. Taking his face in your hands you kiss him passionately, wholly aware of the cameras on you. This was your moment to share with him; your universe had narrowed to his arms around you and the sweat-slick skin beneath your fingers.

"Congratulations," you murmur against his lips. "How's it feel to be a Monaco grand prix winner?"

"Better now that I've gotten to hear you say it." The brim of his Pirelli cap gets in the way when he tries to kiss you again and he turns it around.

"You gonna celebrate tonight, race winner?" The endearment works just as you had wanted it to, pride and something more primal flashing in his eyes.

His voice drops, his wicked grin already causing heat to pool in your core. "I have a few ideas."

"Me too." Now that the crowd has disappeared somewhat, you grow bold and nip at his lower lip. It sends a thrill through you to rile him up so publicly, his fingers tightening on your hips in surprise.

"Mon amour, you stop that right now." The slight shake in his voice betrays his true feelings. "I still have to weigh in and debrief."

"Maybe I want you thinking of me while you're there." You wrap your arms around his neck, grinning when he gulps. "Thinking of all the things I'll let you do when you get back to the apartment. Charles will be gone all night partying with Ferrari, I'm sure. We'll have the place to ourselves."

"We've got a full night ahead of us." He grins, tongue darting out over his lips. "We've got the winners dinner too."

You tip your head to the side. "Winners dinner? I don't-"

Someone calls his name and you both look in their direction. A race official, clearly fed up with your little display of love, waves Pierre over.

"Duty calls." Reluctantly, Pierre sets you back on your feet and passes off the champagne before he retreats to answer questions or whatever it was the official needed from him.

Watching him walk away, all you can think about is getting him back to the apartment. But first, you'd drag it out as much as he'd let you.

*********

Pierre spends the entirety of the debrief locked in an unending battle between thinking of you in compromising positions and actually giving feedback to his team. It wasn't his fault that you planted the seed in his mind; he couldn't help but expand on what your dirty little lips had whispered in his ear once he finally found you after the podium.

"Okay, I think that's all we have. See you all at the pool in an hour," Alina says, and Pierre practically rips off his headset and sprints back to his driver's room. He bursts in without stopping to knock, earning him a yelp as you drop your phone on your face.

"Ow. A warning would be nice."

"I don't care," Pierre breathes, locking the door behind him and crossing to where you lay on the couch in a few long strides. "I've got an hour till I'm due to make an appearance for the cameras at the pool, care to make it memorable?"

"Oh, I don't know." You pick your phone back up and continue scrolling through it after giving him a once over. Leaving his race suit on and half undone served dual purposes: he didn't have to change again before the photo op at the pool and it drove you crazy. Apparently, his plan hadn't worked as well as he had hoped. "I kinda like seeing you all worked up."

"Come on," he practically whines, dropping to his knees to meet your glinting eyes. "Please?"

"I think you can wait." The corners of your mouth tug up and it's all he can do to resist leaning forward dragging your full bottom lip between his teeth. Energy still thrums through him, the adrenaline not yet faded.

Noting his stare, you roll your eyes. "Okay, one kiss-"

He doesn't let you finish, leaping on the opportunity to get a tiny sliver of what he wants. His tongue prods your lip and he groans when you open and allow him to explore. Hands glide over your hips while yours find his shoulders, nails digging in through the thin material of his fireproofs. Without breaking the kiss Pierre slots himself above you, a leg on either side of yours and caging your head between his forearms where they rest on the arm of the couch.

When he grinds his hips against yours in search of any sort of relief, you turn your head to the side. Pierre doesn't care, simply trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck. The building could be burning to the ground around him and he wouldn't move, too enraptured by you to be bothered.

"Pierre, my love, be patient." You push lightly at his chest and he finally breaks away, chest heaving. God, he needed you. Hadn’t stopped thinking about you once since he crossed that finish line in first. "Where's that unwavering self restraint you show on the track?"

"I'm not racing." He possessed no self restraint when it came to you. In your presence every sane thought flew out the window, replaced by the sound of your laugh and the shape your mouth made when you said his name.

"Waiting makes it sweeter," you tease, the phrase jangling something loose in his brain. He had said the same thing months ago when your roles had been reversed. If he could go back in time and slap himself upside the head for uttering those words, he would.

Pierre sits up with a huff and pulls you into his lap. "No fair. I just won a race, at Monaco no less, and you're gonna tell me I have to wait when you're sitting here looking perfectly edible?"

You tip your head back and laugh. "I am, because I know you'll enjoy it more tonight."

"But we have the drivers dinner too-"

You put a finger to his lips, which he immediately bites softly. "Be patient. I know you can do it, big boy."

Pierre groans, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall forward to rest on your sternum. "I'm going to remember this."

Your traitorous fingers wind in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. "How about a massage while you wait, hmm? Would that calm some of this energy you've got built up?"

"No," he grumbles, pressing a kiss to your chest. "That'll make it worse."

"Well then I think it's a perfect idea." Pierre makes you work for it, forcing you to peel his hands off your hips one at a time before you can stand. "Fireproofs off and on your tummy, come on then."

Pierre obeys, eagerly tossing his shirt across the room. He knew he'd regret it and your teasing would leave his head spinning, but anything that got him closer to you was acceptable.

"Lay down."

The command stirs something in his chest. He kisses you once before pillowing his arms under his head and allowing you to straddle his thighs. Your knuckles work at the stiff cords of muscle along his spine and he doesn't tamp down on the small noises of pleasure that start in the back of his throat. Once in a while you lean forward to press a kiss to his bare back, each one setting off a chain reaction in him that goes straight to his cock.

When you reach the base of his spine, he goes completely limp under your fingers. "Merde," he whispers, both a plea and a praise. "Right there, baby."

Something had been digging into his back during the race and it caused a knot to form by his left hip. A low moan escapes him before he can stop it and you hum in approval.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"So good," is all he manages to get out around the noise in his brain. His head is filled with your touch, reducing him to ash beneath you. You work at the spot until it's pliable, sweeping your thumb over it once more for good measure. You finish up with his back and move to his arms, dancing over the swells of muscle like you'd been a masseuse your entire life.

"God, where did you even learn this? You're better than Pyry."

"YouTube. And that's because it's different when it's someone you love versus your trainer. I can drag it out and let you enjoy it more."

He's completely lost track of time when the alarm on his phone goes off, signaling the end of this current round of torture.

"You know you're coming with me to the pool," Pierre says matter of factly as you climb off him. He stands and rolls his shoulders, bouncing on his toes. "I feel like a brand new man."

You guide his fireproof shirt back over his head after retrieving it from wherever you'd tossed it earlier. You zip his race suit up with a wink that almost makes hims say fuck it and miss the event entirely. "Glad I could be of assistance."

Hand in hand, Pierre leads you through the paddock and falls in with the Alpha team as they head for the swimming pool. Being around his crew again brings the excitement of his win back to the surface and he's practically buzzing with it by the time they arrive at the gate. Journalists, photographers and a few of his fellow drivers mingle about the packed space, some of them clapping him on the back and offering praise. None of it truly registers until Max, usually hot-headed after a DNF like he had suffered today, pulls him in for a hug.

"Great racing, mate. You deserved that one, that's for sure."

"You better play nice with him next year Max." You wag your finger at the Dutchman, earning you a chuckle. "Or I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

"Now that's something I'd pay to see: you versus Christian Horner. A mighty fight."

Not wanting to jinx it, Pierre doesn’t comment on your confidence that he’ll be on Max’s team next year. His win today had seen him move up comfortably into eighth, and he was closing in on Lando quickly. As long as he played his cards right and finished higher up in the points, he was starting to think he could pull it off.

Pierre doesn't note Sylvie's approach until she clears her throat and all three of you turn in tandem. Pierre picks up on the way your demeanor instantly shifts from light and playful to defensive and he puts himself between the two of you.

"Photo op time."

"Right yeah." Pierre squeezes your hand in farewell and follows Sylvie to where a spot has been cleared at the head end. Standing there before the water, Daniel's dramatic belly flop comes to mind and Pierre knows he has to top that celebration or he'll never hear the end of it.

Someone- maybe you, he couldn't quite tell- starts a chant of his name, growing louder and louder until it reaches a fever pitch. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and he spreads his arms, his head falling back and eyes sliding shut as he lets the chant wash over him. Letting it sink in that he stood on the top step of the podium at the most legendary track in Formula 1, his name now joining the likes of Senna and Schumacher as Monaco grand prix winners.

He's drunk on it, on the screams and the shouts and the general feeling of being on top of the world and being untouchable.

Head dizzy, he searches for you, shooting you a wink when he spots you crouched right on the edge of the pool. God, you were gorgeous, wearing his hoodie with his logo splashed across the front and your cheeks flushed from the height of the moment.

Pierre takes a few steps back and gets a running start to leap into the pool, tucking his knees to his chest and cannonballing in. The water closes over his head and everything is dull for a split second before he pushes off the bottom and surfaces, cheers assaulting his senses in the best way.

Laughing, he shakes out his hair and poses for a few of the cameras pointed at him. In that moment he doesn't care what Sylvie or Christian or anyone for that matter thinks, all he wants is to share this euphoria with you, for you to be enthralled by it as he is.

The waterlogged suit makes it hard to swim but he manages, crossing to you and pushing off the concrete lip of the pool to capture your lips. Your hands immediately fly to cup his jaw as hoots and hollers surround the two of you as he irrevocably tells the world that you're his.

Alpha crew members take the kiss as their cue to jump in, splashing you with water as you laugh. Pierre doesn't give you a chance to protest, rising up and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in with him.

You squeal in his arms, shoving against his chest as you both laugh. "Pierre!" His name on your tongue does nothing to dampen the feel of your waterlogged body against his, nowhere near as chastising as he knew you'd tried to sound. He loves you more than ever at that moment, wants to live here on this Sunday forever, replaying the past twelve hours for the rest of his life.

Celebrations continue around him, but he has eyes only for you. He studies the way your nose scrunches up when Alana splashes you and how droplets of water catch on your eyelashes.

Reaching out, he tucks a wet lock of hair behind your ear, garnering your attention. You ruffle Pierre's hair and he knows that you're just as caught up as he is.

Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he draws you in for another long, drawn out kiss. “You’re my trophy.”

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years ago

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his talented baby. {pt.1}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a girl who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: female reader ft. ken kaneki & nishiki nishio {tokyo ghoul} + yuuma isogai & itona horibe {assclass}

— KEN (ft. singing)

Your closest friends invited you to a popular karaoke bar on one Friday night to celebrate a successfully passed semester in college. Of course, you couldn’t forget about your lovely boyfriend, who was at the same university, but in a different field (i.e. Japanese literature) and always supported you with all his might, knowing how much you want to do your dream job in the future.

So you went to the meeting together, and on the way to the designated place you talked all the time about what the next year of study would bring you. As soon as you reached the room where your three closest besties and one male friend were waiting for you, you both greeted them warmly, immediately taking off your thick coats and taking your seats on a soft, leather couch next to a table filled with tasty-looking snacks and colorful drinks.

Long minutes of conversations between the six of you resulted in drunk plenty of alcohol and blushes on the faces. After drinking, you always got more talkative and more self-confident, so you suggested using the TV and the karaoke machine. Of course, you first offered your friends and Ken to sing something, but they all declined, saying that you should start as an initiator. One of the girls, blonde-haired Minami, smiled at you with a sparkle in her pretty golden eyes, adding that you are the best in this and you should show how to do it correctly. You chuckled in response, waving your hand at her to dismiss compliment.

Kaneki, on the other hand, frowned as he looked at the boy who was sitting on his right.

“... Oh, you don’t know? Y/N-san hasn’t yet praised herself to you that she has a wonderful voice? Huh, huh.” The black-haired boy shook his head, reaching for the glass filled with blue something again. “Hmmm, well. Normally Y/N’s very shy, but she always sings at trips when she’s drunk.” He chuckled while you picked one of your favorite songs in the meantime. So everyone looked at your standing figure, then heard the characteristic sounds from one of Selena Gomez’s songs coming from the gray speakers.

“My dear, I dedicate it to you~!” You looked with joy on your face towards the eighteen-year-old, giving him a quick wink, and then you started your little performance with ‘Love you like a love song’ from the above-mentioned artist.

Your friends didn’t seem surprised and instead started clapping to the beat of the music... but Ken’s eyes widened and he spat out his high-percentage drink, not knowing how to react to the fact that for nine, long months of your relationship, you concealed the fact that you could sing so well and so beautifully. Your voice was perfect for the song that was playing now, and you seemed to be having a great time – there was a huge smile on your lips, your eyelids were slightly closed and your hand was over your heart. If it weren’t for the fact that you were at a karaoke bar, everyone would definitely think you are playing a concert on the biggest stage in Tokyo city.

After the song was over, another girl got up to present a completely different choice, and you handed her the dark microphone, bowing in the process.

Kaneki still seemed speechless and as soon as you sat down next to him, he immediately kissed you on the warm forehead, asking you to sing more to him, especially when you two are going to be alone, because he probably fell in love with you once again and just wanted to experience that love every day thereafter.

— NISHIKI (ft. ballet)

Nishiki, as a pharmacy student, didn’t have much time for extra-curricular activities or unnecessary meetings; in addition, the fact that he was a bloodthirsty ghoul and had to watch over himself made it difficult for him to function normally in the life of Kamii University. However, the brown-haired man always found time for you, for his beloved girlfriend.

You had been dating for over three, long years, and the man definitely couldn’t imagine his own life without you by his side. You knew each other better than anyone else in this world, but sometimes some tiny things of your ordinary day eluded Nishio; of course you understood it perfectly and you weren’t angry or disappointed with him. After all, he had to protect himself, you, take care of his specific menu, be vigilant at every step, and additionally he had to pretend to be the perfect student, senpai (or kouhai) and friend of other people.

So you weren’t surprised when one day you handed him a silverish ticket for probably the most important show of your life and he just looked at you in wonderment. At the beginning, the twenty-year-old asked if it was a performance related to singing or playing an instrument due to the fact that the colorful paper didn’t tell him too much, but you just smirked as you tweaked the unruly, soft hair on his head.

“Hmm. If you don’t remember what I do in my free time, it’s even better, I guess. Come and see it for yourself, honey. I think that thanks to this you will even calm down a little and rest due to the recent weeks.” You announced in a light tone of voice, and the young man sighed under his breath.

“So... I’ll find out in three days, am I right?” He made sure by correcting his glasses and you nodded, then grabbing his rough hand and kissing his cool cheek. A short while later you suggested going to your apartment and catching up on a few episodes of your favorite series that you started quite recently.

The anticipation of your important day passed very quickly and on Saturday, at 6 p.m., when everyone took their seats (with your boyfriend sitting on one of the balconies with the best view of the stage), delicate music was played in the theater, which made everyone shiver on the whole body. Until then, the brown-eyed boy somewhere in the back of his head had the impression that it was a theater performance or an opera, but when he saw your person appear on stage in a beautifully tailored dress and ballet shoes, all the questions that flickered in his mind disappeared in literally one second.

‘Well, yeah. I remember now. She always told me about ballet classes and new shoes.’ A huge, proud smirk came on his pale face and you glanced out of the corner of your eye towards his VIP seat.

Though your expression was cold and composed, you felt an enormous heat in your small heart as the man waved at you, showing two thumbs up. His lips moved even slightly, and although Nishiki tried to hide it, you knew perfectly well that the pink blush and mute ‘I love you’ was sincere and even better than being able to play Odetta, the White Swan, in a ballet spectacle.

— YUUMA (ft. songwriting and guitar playing)

Christmas at school was never what you enjoyed; maybe due to the fact that before, your classmates on main campus were quite specific and you definitely didn’t fit with their strange ‘ideals’. It was only in the class E that you felt that you could find real friends or people who would share your ideas.

But, hmm. Still, you seemed to stand out from the rest of the girls in the class who had more... down-to-earth hobbies or characters than you; Okuda liked chemistry and was really excellent at it, Kirara loved reading, Rio was the best at English and had a great sense of fashion, and Toka was pretty good at cooking. Contrary to them, you preferred to... do more ‘intimate’ things. Writing short poems filled your heart with peace and prevented you from being as critical of yourself as usual. And when you wrote the lyrics of the songs, made notes or melodies to them and sang quietly, you could feel like a real artist that everyone wanted to admire and imitate.

Therefore, when your first and last class holidays with the rest of the 3-E students were fast approaching, Koro-sensei was the one who asked you for a short talk. You weren’t sure what this was about, but moments later your uncertainties were dispelled.

“Y/N-san, I think you mistook your notebooks today and instead of giving me your homework, you gave to me... this.” He said in his as always happy voice, and seeing the black notebook in which you always wrote songs and notes, you blushed all over your face, apologizing profusely for the mistake. “Huh? But this is no mistake, my dear. If it weren’t for this, I would never even think that we have such a talented soul in Class 3-E. So would you like to perform in front of the rest of the students and teachers during the holidays?” The easy question made you widen your eyes and sighed.

“I-I’ve never played in front of anyone, so...” You admitted shyly, and the tall, yellow octopus just chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure they will love it. We can practice together.”

Well, you couldn’t refuse (especially when Koro-sensei offered to bring your favorite, foreign snacks...) and on class Christmas day you showed up with your acoustic guitar and a notebook full of chords and songs. Everyone was surprised and curious at how well you play guitar. After all, you’ve never even mentioned that you can play any instrument before. On the other hand, the class representative, and your boyfriend at the same time, immediately came up to you, asking if you were really okay; better than anyone else, Isogai knew that you didn’t like too much attention and big crowds. But you reassured him it was okay and promised your teacher you would do it, so you smiled at him and then took your seat under the blackboard with a wooden guitar on your lap.

The song you chose for the day was a song you wrote quite recently. It had a little bit of magic, and at the same moment it seemed very romantic and delicate. Even Karma seemed delighted with your beautiful play and soft voice that echoed from time to time between the walls of huge classroom.

At the end of the song, you decided to raise your gaze and simultaneously look at your all friends, three teachers and other half; everyone was really happy and positively speechless. So you gave Yuuma a slight wink, making him blush sweetly.

The young teenager definitely hoped you would show him more of your songs someday, not necessarily the happy Christmas carols Kaede and Ritsu asked for.

— ITONA (ft. dancing)

“... You never mentioned that you can dance.” He admitted softly, and you squeezed his smooth hand tighter.

“So... I mention it right now. It’s not a big deal, baby. I just ... like it and enjoy it a lot.” You giggled as you correcting the black sports bag over your shoulder, then opened the heavy door to the training room, immediately jumping up at the sound of loud squeals and greetings from your closest friends. “Guys, this is Itona Horibe, my boyfriend that I told to you before! Love, it’s Aki-chan, Yui-chan, Kazuya-kun, Saburo-kun, and our cameraman and editor Ryuu senpai. Most often, the five of us cooperate with each other when it comes to dance in groups of five people. And... today we are going to cover a song so I hope you’ll like it. I’ll go change and you all, please, don’t scare my boyfriend and give him something to drink!”

As a group leader, you often came up with choreographies and warm-ups for yourself and others. So, it couldn’t be otherwise this time. For the last week and a half you have been practicing the choreo you came up with and today you were supposed to record material for the video on your quite popular YouTube account. You were extremely excited, not only with the new content, but most of all with the fact that your beloved one would be able to watch it live and evaluate your skills that have been refined over the years. So as soon as you got back to the teens waiting for you, you kissed the light-blue-haired quickly on the right cheek and told him that he could sit against the wall, close to the table full of snacks and the contact for charging the phone.

Then you talked with everyone for a while, doing a short warm-up and reminding the cameraman about how to move the cam. A few short minutes later, you lined up in the middle of a huge white room with Ryuu in front of you. You knelt down in the center, of course, gently moving your shoulders to calm your rapidly pounding heart and heavy breathing, and when a song by Ariana Grande started playing all over the bright room, you all looked at the already activated camera, shaking your heads and then you got up from the wooden floor.

Itona... was speechless. He has never seen people dancing before, he has never even been interested in others, only you and what you like. Today he got to know your little passion, which turned out to be a breathtaking talent, and the boy wondered if you could do anything else; are you good at one specific dance genre or are you able to move your body in a completely different rhythm than he currently saw?

From Koro-sensei’s history lessons, when you two were in junior high, the eighteen-year-old remembered perfectly well that there is also classical dance, tango and breakdance. So could you also do that? He had to ask you about it later.

But now his curious gaze was focused on you and your huge, radiant smile, and the sound of feet hitting the ground. He also looked at your legs, tiny hands, stomach, and hair, while he wondered if he might learn to dance too, to be even closer to you and your hobby. After all, you looked so beautiful and so joyful... He wanted to share these emotions.

#— 🍁#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul scenarios #tokyo ghoul x reader #kaneki ken #kaneki ken scenarios #kaneki ken x reader #nishio nishiki #nishio nishiki scenarios #nishio nishiki x reader #assassination classroom #assassination classroom scenarios #assassination classroom x reader #itona horibe #itona horibe scenarios #itona horibe x reader #yuuma isogai #yuuma isogai scenarios #yuuma isogai x reader

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michelemoutons · 3 years ago

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and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

shamelessly poached off of one of my text post edits

3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)

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sleepy-exe · 4 years ago

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Shapeshifter AU - 3

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 2 | Part 4 >>

Summary: Y/n has a mission to complete. Iwaizumi’s friend is in town.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: work stress mentioned, alcohol + bar location, y/n makes bad choices (following a stranger to a second location, hanging out with the person she should probably avoid), also is kind of a creep (the creepy-ness won't last i swear), some people are drunk, including Oikawa, bless him, best boy is also best wingman, kinda, y/n refuses to put real names in her phone contacts, someone gets dumped/ghosted, Oikawa is so drunk

Not a warning but: Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer. That’s what you’re here for, right? That’s what I’m here for.

Genre: sfw (for now, 18+ regardless), shapeshifter au, potential enemies to lovers

a/n: I introduced an OC in this part, Mizuki. I hope you come to love her. As someone who kins Oikawa, I gave him my “drunk persona” for the bar scene. He’ll be normal later, I swear.

Part 3: So We Meet Again

It was no secret among Y/n’s friends that she loved to visit the bars in downtown Osaka, but a locally owned bar in Ikuno was a favorite of hers when she wanted a change in scenery. It was small and cozy with friendly staff. Besides university students, mostly middle-aged men frequented here, but everyone seemed to mind their own business and leave her alone, as she preferred.

Double doors closing behind her, she was met with the sounds of chatter from other patrons and classic rock playing from the sound system. The smell of alcohol was not overwhelming and someone definitely has hot wings. The dark oak counter was straight ahead, lined in front with at least a dozen matching stools with black leather on the seats, and shelves of alcohol bottles behind. Booths lined the side walls and high tables with stools were spread amongst the center.

She walked up to a part of the counter no one was occupying and waved to the bartender. A short middle-aged woman with dark hair, only slightly peppered with grey. She usually worked here when y/n visited, but she could never remember her name and felt too awkward to ask for it again.

“Hey sweetie! You haven’t been in here in awhile! I was wondering if I was gonna see you again,” the woman spoke cheerfully as she always does, “What can I get for you? Something fruity or thinking something different tonight?”

She smiled at the bartender. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she winked, “And I’m thinkin’.. strawberry vodka-Sprite.”

“Can do!” She leaned in closer with a grin, “Should I make that strong?”

She leaned in as well, grinning back, “Hmm.. Why not.”

“I’ll get right on it,” the bartender took off and got to work on the drink. She went ahead and grabbed money for the women, dropping it on the counter in front of her with a hand resting over it as she looked around the bar. Sometimes a friend or two would be here and she’d invite herself to their table, otherwise she usually just picked a stool at the counter and chatted with whoever was bartending that night.

“Here ya go, sweetie,” the woman placed a short glass in front of her and Y/n pushed the money towards her.

“Thank you,” she picked up the drink and hopped onto a stool, spinning her back to the counter as she sipped the drink; tending to be more comfortable with people watching than socializing with strangers. A table to the left was full of older gentlemen, two of them seemed to be arguing, and oh look, they have the hot wings. Some college girls were squealing over something nearby, colorful drinks on their table. She continued looking around the bar, idly sipping her vodka-Sprite, relaxing after a long day of work.

Eventually, a man’s voice caught her attention from the right corner of the bar. He has styled brown hair and seems pretty tall now that he’s standing in his booth, waving his hands around while yelling. Is he telling a story or fighting with the other guy at his table? The other guy growled something at him with a smack to one of his flailing hands.

Buzzing in her coat pocket grabbed her attention from the two. Lifting her phone she saw a text notification from a friend. Turning to face the counter once more and setting down her glass, she opened the text.

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “im so mad at him”

Mizuki’s never ending boy trouble it seems. Her taste in men usually didn’t end well for her; meaning she often had to console a sad or angry Mizuki. She brought her drink to her lips to sip at while she texted her friend.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “is that so”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “im serious! we made plans and he ditched me”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “AGAIN!!”

Didn’t she just say the other night that she wasn’t seeing this guy anymore? Either way, her plans are ruined and she’s not happy. She’s probably looking for someone else to hang out with tonight and vent to.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “okay okay I’m sorry”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “are you home?”

Someone was now standing beside y/n ordering a drink. The sudden voice next to her had her glancing up by instinct. Only to immediately snap her head back to her phone, now leaning over the counter with it. Hair falling around her face.

It’s him.

Shit.

Well this wasn’t in the plan for tonight. So much for unwinding at the bar. She’s now fully winded and on edge.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “no I’m out. Sorry.”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “where?”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “in Ikuno”

Raising her head, she sees the man from outside the woods is no longer next to her. Phone buzzing once more as she takes a gulp of the vodka-Sprite.

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “ugh are you at that dive bar?”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “its nice here. You can join me if you want”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “no thanks”

>> From 'My Best Bitch <3': “When will you be home?”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “i just got here.”

The bartender appeared once more and offered a refill now that her glass was pretty much empty. She nodded and thanked her.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “what about blondie? I think he’s been dying to hang out”

Should she go see her? Probably. But Y/n’s on a spontaneous mission and her bestie was always up for a slumber party anyway, so he can help her vent and get all these negative emotions out. She looked over her shoulder to see if the man was nearby, only to catch his gaze from his spot at the table with the brunette man she determined to most likely be his friend. Neither of them are blinking and she mentally curses herself. Back to back buzzing broke her staring contest and she checked Mizuki’s messages.

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “yeah i guess he’s free.”

>> From 'My Best Bitch <3': “He’s coming to my place.”

>> From 'My Best Bitch <3': “If you get bored you know where to find us.”

The bartender handed over a new drink and she once again immediately paid for it.

What am I going to do about this? He’s staring too much to not know, right?

I could be overthinking this.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “love you. Sorry your date was a dick.”

But it couldn’t hurt to keep an eye on him for now.

Once again looking over her shoulder, a new vodka-Sprite in hand, she gained some courage. Some. She could always abort the mission and was sure the nice lady behind the counter would save her if she came running. Hopping off her stool and walking toward the two men’s booth, the brunette looked her way and offered a smile.

“Hello, pretty lady,” the brunette’s smile turned smug, “What do we owe the pleasure?”

Once he spoke, the other man looked in her direction, looking a little surprised. “Hey..”

“Hey there,” looking between the men before she continued. What’s the plan here again? “Mind some extra company? I was chatting with the bartender, but she seems busy.”

“Of course! You seem harmless enough. I’m Oikawa Tooru,” he waved a hand towards the other man, “And this is Iwa-chan.”

“Iwaizumi,” Iwa-chan intercepted.

“Y/n. Are ya sure I’m not interrupting you two?”

She sat next to Iwaizumi after he shook his head, “Oikawa has been retelling a story I already know.”

Oikawa looked insulted, “I come to visit and you’re going to complain?!”

“Oh, you guys aren’t from around here?”

Plan decided. Well, half a plan. A mini plan until she figures things out later - but there needs to be a later. Find out where he lives or at least get his number in the case that he does actually know about the whole wolf thing, so she can find him if needed. Getting his number should be easy enough; if not Iwaizumi’s, then probably Oikawa’s. Because she is a pretty lady.

Thanks, Oikawa.

“Well, no, weren’t not, but he doesn’t even live in Japan anymore,” Iwaizumi pointed to his friend.

So maybe Oikawa is out.

“We grew up together in Miyagi,” Oikawa chimed in, “but I moved away to become an amazing setter in Argentina! He moved chasing dreams too.” He winked at Iwaizumi, who completely ignored it.

“You’ve always been an amazing setter,” Iwaizumi brought his beer to his lips.

“So you live in Japan still?” She asked, swirling the straw around in her drink.

He didn’t have the chance to answer before Oikawa answered for him, “Yup! But enough of that. What brings you to this place? There’s so many nicer bars and clubs in Osaka.”

“I found this place back in college. There are lots of options here, but this place is one of my favorites.”

He shot a disgusted look, “Why?”

Iwaizumi flicked a balled up straw wrapper at him, “There’s nothing wrong with this place!”

“Hate to make myself sound like an alcoholic, I swear I’m not, but I’ve never seen ya here before and I feel like I would have recognized you two if I had.” She played with a piece of hair near her face. Oikawa mouthed ‘oh’ and wiggled an eyebrow. To be fair, as pretty as he is she would have recognized him if she had seen him before.

“Funny, I think I’ve seen you around,” Iwaizumi returned his attention to his drink momentarily. Meanwhile, Oikawa was looking between the two across from him, straw between his lips.

Quietly sipping her own drink, she tried to think of some sort of reply to pick at that comment. He could have seen her here, but what if he’s referring to the parking lot outside the forest? Oikawa interrupted her thoughts before she could gather anything useful.

“So you live around here then?” She went wide eyed for a second and he immediately waved his hands in front of himself apologetically, “It sounds like you’re here enough if this is a favorite. I just figured-“

She cut him off with a chuckle. “You’re fine! And you could say I live in the area, yeah..,” she glanced at Iwaizumi, “Is it safe to guess you’re in Osaka too?”

He hesitated, “Yeah. Not too far from here.”

Good good.

“So Y/n, where are you from,” Oikawa pushed his now empty glass to the side, “Or have you always been in Osaka?”

“Ah, no. I moved here for college and stayed after graduating. I grew up in Hyogo actually,” she giggled, “Guess we all moved from home, huh? Though I didn't move as far as either of you.”

“Excuse me,” Y/n let Iwaizumi out of the booth then scoot back to take his spot. He grabbed his glass and Oikawa’s, “I’ll grab us new drinks.”

He looked at her asking if she needed anything to which she shook her head, then he took off with the empty glasses.

“So you both moved here for careers then,” Oikawa nodded towards Iwaizumi who was already halfway to the counter.

“That so?” She blinked at the fuzziness in her head. Miss bartender did indeed make her drinks stronger today. Should probably call it quits after this one if she hoped to sober up by the end of the night.

“After college he moved here to be closer to- Well, he was in Tokyo then here. But anyway, he’s an athletic trainer for the pro volleyball teams here,” Oikawa leaned in as he spoke. “Though it's too bad he won’t come to Argentina to work with my team! I do miss him.”

She gave a sincere smile, “Do you get to see him very often? That’s so far away..”

Oikawa’s grin dropped and spoke somberly, “I usually fly back home a couple times a year, and every time I come to see him.. We do talk on the phone a lot though.”

“Here,” Iwaizumi set a new cocktail in front of Oikawa, but that was the only drink he had in hand, “You weren’t talking shit about me while I was gone, were you?”

“You didn’t get yourself anything!” Oikawa complained, then went right to sipping on his straw as his friend slipped into the booth next to her.

“I’m fine for now. Maybe later.”

“Fine, Iwa-chan,” he settled back down, “Oh! It sounds like Y/n has been in Osaka longer than you. Maybe she can tell you all the fun stuff around, so you can do something other than hang with the guys and go to bars.”

Iwaizumi looked less than pleased by that statement.

She snorted, “Well, it sounds to me like we have similar hobbies. I probably don’t know anything you don’t know.”

“Really,” Iwaizumi eyed her expectantly.

“Well.. If you get tired of the lack of grass around.. Most of the area is concrete, but there’s a few tiny parks in the suburbs, and I think one downtown, or near there at least. ”

He looked at her emotionless, “Yeah? I don’t remember coming across any of those. But I have found the large forest east of here. It’s not terribly far.”

Right..

By now she was finishing off her own drink. Oikawa was going on about something that she’s pretty sure is volleyball related. Watching the men bicker, she not-so-carefully sat the glass in front of her before placing her hands on her thighs.

Iwaizumi broke his attention from Oikawa at the sound of glass clicking against wood and looked at her glass then her. “Sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’m hoping to not leave my car here tonight.” She grabbed her phone to check that Mizuki hadn’t messaged her. With the lack of notifications she figured that meant she was happy now.

>> To ‘Blondie’: “you are with Mizuki right?”

“Oh! You drive?” The bottom of Oikawa's glass hit the table hard out of excitement. Hopefully he didn’t drive here too. “What do you drive?” He’s excitable and full of questions, that’s for sure. Isn't she supposed to be the one asking all these questions?

“I do.. I have a Civic.” Playing with the straw and leftover ice in her empty cup.

>> From ‘Blondie’: “ur just now checkin???”

>> From 'Blondie': “I’m the better friend of course i showed up”

Ouch.

>> To ‘Blondie’: “i figured i just checkin”

Slumping back in the booth she was once again watching the boys talk. Oikawa is really animated.

“Are you texting your partner?” Oikawa winked, “Oh! Let me give you my number!” And he nearly knocked over his drink trying to slide his phone to her. Iwaizumi let out a string of curses as he kept the glass from falling and moved it out of the way.

Laughing, she took his phone and entered her number, going ahead and putting ‘Y/n-chan’ as the contact before sliding the phone back. “You didn’t drive here, did you?”

“Iwa-chan! Give her your phone!”

He sighed and grabbed his phone, opening the contact app before handing it to her. “He did not. We Ubered here.”

She put her number in his phone too, being sure to text herself with his phone so she would have his before handing it back.

Phone number down.

Oikawa tapped around on his phone and chugged the rest of his cocktail. A buzz from her phone followed.

>> From ‘unknown’: “seroius do u have a lover??”

She managed to half contain a laugh and save his number under ‘Oi-chan’.

“Welp! I’m going to get going. My Uber is here,” Oikawa pulled himself to his feet and smacked a hand on the table in front of Iwaizumi, “I’m going back to the hotel. Go on and keep the pretty lady company, Iwa-chan.” He kissed Iwaizumi’s head which earned him a slap followed by a friendly goodbye and promise of seeing him tomorrow. Then he gave Y/n a big smile before heading away.

Thanks, Oikawa.

Turning to Iwaizumi with a grin, “Yer friend is entertaining.”

“Yeah.. He’s a really good person and friend.”

She offered a soft smile.

“Not to rush or anything,” he started, “but is there a particular time you’re trying to get out of here by?”

“No no,” she straightened, “I had no real plans for tonight other than to chill here.”

And added, “Also didn’t plan on the bartender treating me with stronger drinks than usual either. So.. I gotta sober up before I can leave.. You were smart with the Uber.”

He chuckled, “Maybe remember that for next time.”

“Yeah yeah..”

The two chatted for a good hour, maybe longer. Iwaizumi told old stories from high school of his best friend, as well as what he was doing in Argentina now. He also spoke briefly about the volleyball teams he’s worked with as an athletic trainer. Apparently he moved to Ikuno to be closer to the team in Higashiosaka that he’s been working with the most.

Sitting there she caught the bright street lights outside the windows of the bar, though not too bright with the bar’s tinted windows. She remembered how nice it was out tonight. It would be a good night for stargazing, but with all of the lights in town it would be hard to see any stars. The best place for stargazing here is the forest..

But there is a public park north of the forest. Far from where she runs. It’s probably closed after dark, but all parks were and that never stopped her from sneaking into the forest. Though, the forest itself didn’t have open hours. Pretty sure.

Still looking out the window she started, “Hey.. The sky is really clear tonight.”

Iwaizumi glanced at her. She continued looking outside, “Obviously you can’t see stars anywhere near here.. But north of the forest pass Higashi’ there’s a park with a large clearing that would be perfect.”

He gave her an incredulous look, “You’re not saying you want to go on what, probably an hour drive to look at stars? Are you even good to drive yet?”

Humming she decided she was set on it. Plus maybe from there he’d let her drive him home. Then she'd be two for two - mini mission achieved. “..Can you drive a manual?”

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bubblyani · 5 years ago

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Your Laugh

(Philip Altman x Reader)

A Philip Altman One Shot

Fandom: This is Where I Leave You

Rating: Mature

Summary: You have reunited with Philip Altman, your old friend from middle school after what seemed like ages. And he had always remembered you through an unorthodox manner which unexpectedly stole your heart.

Author’s Note: Missed writing for Adam’s characters so much. Philip, his character was hilarious in this movie. But I also loved him too. Wanted to write something for him. Enjoy!

The smell of alcohol, it always lingered in your memory since you were a child. Would anyone whose family owned a bar not relate to that?

Wherever you were, the smell always reminded you of your hometown. It was home for you. But when you finally were back in the very place where it all started, you felt a sense of completion. Coming back home always felt comforting. But this time, it was for good and oddly you were grateful. After much needed soul searching, you knew that this was where you were meant to be.

The bar, your family’s bar, it may be filled with people, but your laughter was loud enough to cut through all noises put together. At least, that was what you thought. You knew it sounded distinct. Thus, you always wondered if it secretly annoyed all those around you. Could it be possible that everyone never mentioned anything about it solely for the purpose of being polite? Funny how a shot of vodka would just send you off to a path of deep pondering.

But tonight was not the time for that, for it was a night of celebration.

“And here’s to SUCCESS!” You cried out jovially, as your refilled shot glass clinked with your friend’s. “Here here!” However, even though your friend cried in response, even though she gulped her drink down, it was evident that she clearly was not paying attention.When her wandering eyes were focused on something else, or someone else completely.

“Is…that guy checking you out?” You asked in an excited tone. Chuckling could not be helped, especially when you friend did not even care you noticed, for she was too occupied making eyes with the handsome gentleman from across the room. With her eyes still on him, she nodded. “Since, the moment we came in here…” she said, then turning to you with desperation, “Should I-” “-do something about it?” You finished her sentence. Settling her nerves, you smiled, “Please bitch, you must!” You said, getting her to laugh along with you in excitement. With one last glance, she succeeded in getting young gentleman to walk over to her. As they began to make sweet conversation, you turned to the bartender. You were truly glad for your friend. After a bad breakup, she certainly needed to blow off some steam.

“Y/N?”

A deep voice, filled with such character and familiarity. It called out to you. Looking over your shoulder to the left, you glanced at the man before you. Your jaw dropped, for it was certainly someone you did not expect to see.

“Philip?” You began, “Philip Altman?”

The man smiled playfully. And so did you. A happiness you had forgotten returned to you all the sudden.

The last time you saw Philip Altman was at your Middle School Graduation. He may have not been your bestie, but he certainly left quite an impression on you back in the day. A troublemaker he was, but he was different with you. With many mutual interests, you knew he was someone you’d be friends with for life. But sadly, when you had to move out with your family to another city, you reluctantly had to let go of that dream. Finally, after years and years, there he was, standing before you. It was unfathomable that this was actually him. 6 foot 4 in majestic height, he certainly has changed a lot.

“Holy Shit!” You said, as he hugged you. His hugs always made you feel special. You missed them immensely. Apart from being special, you now even felt protected. “Oh my goodness…look at you!” You cried out, “You look gorgeous…”you paused, covering your mouth with embarrassment, “…sorry!” You squeaked nervously, “That was genuine!” You admitted. Philip’s eyes grew big.

“Me??” He said, “Look at yourself” he exclaimed, pointing at you, “You look like a freakin’...Damn!” He may have looked dashing dressed in all black. But the way his eyes washed all over you, blushes attacked you from all corners, and there was no escape. Puberty certainly did both of you some good.

“It’s been so long…” you said breathlessly, both leaning against the bar, “How did you even recognize it was me?” You asked, as Philip signaled a round of drinks.

“Your laugh…” He said. Your eyebrows rose with surprise.Guess your loud laughter was audible for all. But his tone, there was nothing condescending nor offensive. Not at all. “I could never forget it” he said, “You could say it was memorable” he added. In fact, his tone was nothing short of dreamy. You could not help but notice how he could not keep his eyes off you.

“Wow…” you remarked, “That’s the sweetest thing to say…” you continued, “and it came from Philip Altman? What a day! ”. It was true, you never realized someone like him would think so fondly of something as random as your laugh. Glasses were clinked, and the vodka touched your tongues in haste. The alcohol tasted different now that Philip was there.

“So…what are you doing back here?” He asked. Smacking your lips, you looked at him. “Thought I move back for good” you answered, “Plus it’s my off night tonight” you said, motioning to the bar. Since it was the family business, you would lend a hand in bar-tending. “And yet, you still come here” “Guess it’s my calling. I’m kidding..” You chuckled, “I’m actually here with my…” you turned to your right, “…friend” you paused, “Oh there she is…” you began, “…sticking her tongue down a… man’s… throat.”you said unexpectedly casual, watching your friend going wild with her new found conquest, “Anyways…” you turned back to Philip with a smile, “…we’re celebrating” “Celebrating that you’re not virgins anymore?” Philip snickered. You smacked him playfully. Boy, he had nice arms. “Savage…” you chuckled, “No…this is different” you added in a tone that was quite matter-of-fact. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah…we opened our own business here” you said proudly, straightening your back. You hoped you looked presentable in your tight short silver dress. “I really hope it’s not a sporting goods store” Philip said, secretly looking you up and down once again. You shook your head frantically. “Oh god no….” You replied, “…nothing beats Your dad's store” “Well I’m running it now with Paul” He said, with a smile. Genuinely surprised, you covered your mouth. “Oh my-no way! ” you exclaimed with delight “…that’s just awesome” you cried. Philip smiled brighter by your response, “So you’ve moved back here too?” You asked. “Yeah…” “That’s really, really awesome…” You surprised your own self when those words exited your lips so dreamily. As if you were waiting to hear those words for a long, long time. Accidentally, finding yourself staring into his eyes lot longer than you should, his eyes told you he was too.

“You seriously look great, by the way” he said softly. You would be lying if that did not make you smile. “Well…Right back at ya, champ” you said.

That was it. You were very, very attracted to Philip Altman. And the way his eyes twinkled, you were confident he felt the same way.

A song. An old nostalgic song, started to play in the background. A song that roused you with excitement.

“Oooh…I haven’t heard this baby in ages…” you squealed, “Come on, Altman…Dance with me!” You said to him, moving over to the wooden dance floor in the midst of the gathering crowd. “I will but…What If your dancing hasn’t changed since middle school?” Teasing, Philip asked. You rhythmically waved your hand in refusal.  “Just trust me, will ya?” You said in a sultry tone, beckoning him with your index finger as you began to dance.

You may have been in a dress, but you certainly knew how to groove in it. The music flowed through your body like water. Eyes closed tight, you swayed your hips provocatively, as if no one was watching. Except one particular person. And it made you joyous when that one person grabbed you by the hand, pulling you over to him. With your back firmly pressed against his heaving chest, the two bodies moved together in sync. You felt chills running down your spine, just to have Philip’s body against your own this way. The way you kept grinding against him, the way your buttocks subtly brushed against his clothed manhood, you grew quite hot. Grabbing you by the shoulders, Philip turned you to face him.

“Whoa…Where did you learn to dance like that?” He asked. You smiled mischievously. “I’ve been busy” you purred. “Well…Kudos to being busy then…” Eyes not leaving yours, Philip said with quite an appetite. His facial hair appeared so soft, you longed to run your fingers over them. Faces just mere centimeters away from one another, the two pairs of lips were clearly aching to make contact. And the way his face grew closer to yours with each second, you were certain there was no need ache for it any longer.

“I TOLD YOU… IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” A loud voice bellowed, catching the attention of almost everyone in the bar, including the two of you.

“Ah shit…” Philip muttered. “What the-?”you began. Looking around, you spotted where the voice was coming from. “Oh no!” You exclaimed.

Paul Altman, Philip’s elder brother seemed to be in the midst of a brawl with Judd, his other brother. Glasses were shattered as one was flung over the table. Grabbing each other, they certainly made a scene as they began to wrestle each other like two children. And their sister, Wendy was desperately in need of help.  “Philip!” She cried, looking over at the both of you. You could tell Philip seemed helpless. And you knew what needed to be done. You gave him an obvious glance.

“Go…go! it’s okay…I’ll take care of the bill” you said, pushing him lightly so that he could quickly head over there. Breaking up the fight did not seem to be easy as expected. With Wendy’s commanding voice and Philip’s strong grip, the Altmans fled outside to settle this row.

“Whoa! What the hell just happened?” You jumped when your friend called out from behind. Though her lips had finally left the young man alone, you were certainly not in the mood to tease her about that.

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Walking home later that night, your heart felt heavy. It was so close. You both were so close to make something happen. So close to a possibility. The chemistry felt so real. Seeing Philip again after ages made you long for something you hadn’t longed for before. But then suddenly it was slipped right off your fingers. Maybe this was all in your head, you thought. Maybe you should not hope for too much. Shrugging to yourself, you finally made it home.

“HEY!”

You turned back, to gasp loudly. Philip stood a few feet before you, panting, trying to catch his breath. Did he just run all the way to your place?

“Hey…” you said, standing by the door as he walked over to you, “Was everything okay ?” You asked with concern. Philip nodded. “Oh yeah yeah…you know…family drama” he said, with his hands on his hips, “…and here I thought I would be the troublemaker” he added, flashing his beautiful smile. “I think you still are...” You replied teasingly. “Guilty…” he said, making you smile. That smile you wore, it was filled with relief. Relieved that he actually ran for you. Relieved that he even bothered to meet you again. Lost in his eyes, you kept smiling, overjoyed to reunite with him again after ages only to have your heart race wildly.

And before you knew it, you welcomed his eager lips with your very own, in a hearty kiss.

With arms wrapped around each other, you felt him pull you closer to him. Holding you so tightly, you were floating on air. All the while the kisses were birthed and took their own unique shape in the form of each other.

Pulling away, Philip’s nose brushed against yours. “So…”he breathed, “Anyone home?” You shook your head frantically, “Nuh uh…the folks went on a cruise” Looking up at the sky, Philip looked ecstatic. “Thank fuckin god” he cried out, which made you break in to laughter. This much of joy and genuine excitement was what you missed from your life in your hometown. And now you got it back. But your laughter died down sooner than expected, when you realized he was staring at you with amusement. “What?” You asked. Philip smiled warmly.  “There it is…”he began “Your laugh” he said in an affectionate tone.

Kissing him shamelessly once again, it was definitely clear this was where you definitely were meant to be, and needed to be.

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jaehyunsuh · 5 years ago

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nct ot21 reaction to: being dared to kiss their crush on 'truth or dare'

part 3: wayv

nct 127|nct dream

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summary: you have been friends for quite some time now, you aren't besties but for sure you have a nice friendship and connection. You hang out to eat and stuff with the same group of friends, sometimes just the two of you talk and have good conversations.

kun

kun is such a cutie honestly😭 he seems like the type of guy that doesn't falls easily for someone, he studies the person, seeing if he can trust her enough and after that he might developed a nice and cute friendship. As soon as Kun met you he feel so comfortable with you, you were always smiling and including him in any conversation, that made his feelings for you grow even more.

winwin texted inviting you to have a movie party on wayv's dorm with some other of their friends, he said it was going to be fun and there was gonna be a lot of food so you agree immediately. You are happy to spend some time with Kun, together and watching movies. He is really sweet but he isn't that talkative with you but he always laughs at everything you say melting you with his cute dimples.

you enter the dorm and greet Hendery who opens the door for you, you place the snacks you bough previously, on the food table and start looking around searching for Kun. You see him facing the tv trying to pick a movie with Ten. You make your way to say hello to them when Yangyang stands in the middle of the living room grabbing everyone's attention.

"Since we all are standing in a circle, let's have some fun before the movie and play 'truth or dare." He claps excited and sits on one of the couches.

Kun turns agaisnt the tv sitting in the table and smiling at you while waving his hand. The game was going well making Hendery and Xiaojun embarrass themselves making everyone laugh and having a good time. Then the bottle stops pointing at Kun.

"Kun! Truth or dare?" Yangyang asks excited.

"Uhm, dare." Kun hesitated a bit but also wanted to join the fun.

"Wow, you are bold now."

"Well, since you seem to have a lot of fun with y/n, always laughing about her bad jokes... i dare you to kiss her." Yangyang looks at you raises his eyebrows playfully.

Kun stars blushing and stays still for a few seconds, after he reacts he slowly makes his way to to you. He gives you a shy smile and proceeds to lift your jaw connecting your lips. He starts kissing you slowly making you feel butterflies in your stomach. You follow him and grab his shoulders pulling him closer to you. He is so gentle and romantic, he doesn't includes his tongue but he keeps the kiss so passionate.

you slowly end the kiss and look at each other and laugh after noticing how flustered you look.

"I'm sorry our first proper and direct interaction had to be like this." Kun smiles shy looking at the floor.

"But i enjoyed it." He looks directly in your eyes making you panic inside.

"Honestly, i enjoyed it too." You give a shy smile back.

"Since we enjoy each other so much maybe we should grab a meal together." He says in a happy tone.

"I would love to."

ten

in my opinion ten is fearless and he isn't really afraid of showing interest on the person that he likes. I think he will be build a nice friendship with them making that person trust him and have a lot of fun together, and eventually get to know the person better and see if they can really build a nice relationship. He seems like a really open guy but even thought of that I feel like he takes things seriously, so he wants positive people in his life instead of people that could be like problematic or something so he's kind of picky in that part.

you were invited to Lucas birthday party and since you haven't seen your friends in a while and needs to have some fun, you decided to accept the invitation. You try to prepare a nice outfit because you realize that ten is going to be there and you wanted to impress him. He's always so nice and cool to you but you feel like there's something missing between you two and you really want to build a new phase with him.

you enter the apartment greeting all of your friends that are by the door and proceeded to congratulate Lucas for his birthday handing him his gift, he takes it with a really happy expression in his face and gives you a hug. You look around searching for Ten but he's nowhere to be seen so you wished you can see him later that night.

"Let's play 'truth or dare'!!!" Haechan screams while grabbing your arm and making you sit on the circle of people. You notice Ten at the other side so you try not to show your smile.

the whole night was fun, full of laugh and embarrassment from the dares. The bottle spins and then stops on Ten.

"Ooooh, fun." Jaehyun says playfully.

"Yes, yes don't ask, i pick dare." Ten rolls his eyes pretending to be annoyed and makes everyone go 'oooh'.

"Uhm, since we are doing fun stuff today, i dare you to kiss y/n." Jaehyun smiles obviously teasing Ten.

Ten smirks and walks to the spot you're sitting on, he seats down in caresses your face, then places a piece of your hair with kind your ears he grabs your face between both of his hands and starts kissing you is slowly. He starts sliding his tongue inside you, tasting every bit of you. You place your hands grabbing his neck in making the kiss deeper. You feel so complete by finally kissing Ten and letting out all of your emotions.

you separate after a while realizing how many people could be around you, and look into each other's eyes kind of embarrassed.

"So can we go on date now? I mean we already are a step ahead." He laughs.

"Yes, i would like to go on a date." You smile back at him.

"Yah! It's my birthday, don't grab all the attention." Lucas jokes making everyone laugh

winwin

he is the type of guy who tends to seem shy and that holds back but in reality, when he is around a circle of people that he feels comfortable with his confidence increases a lot, and that's how you started liking him and being into him so much.

winwin and you have been friends for a while, he is always really talkative, friendly and a little flirty i should say, he says the right things in the right moments.

you arrive at mark's birthday party, you were nervous because this was the first time winwin and you were going to see each other in "bigger" social situation, by mow you've had a nice thing going between you two but you still weren't you sure what was happening. As soon as you enter the apartment you say hi to all of your friends and try not look to obvious while searching for him between all the people. You finally see him and when you are about to approach to were he is sitting you see he is happily talking with a girl, they laugh and become kinda touchy while chatting, you try to hide your disappointment and continue to talk to your friends.

you aren't feeling well and the night seems to last a lifetime and just in that terrible moment someone shouts "hey, gather up, we are playing truth or dare." you don't eve think about moving from your spot but then "get up, let' play." Mark says smiling. "mark, i don't feel like playing, sorry." You said looking down. "hey, i know you are upset because of winwin and that girl but you will be okay, come on it's gonna be fun." You grab his hand finally agreeing to play.

you are sitting on the floor with everyone else and when you look up winwin is sitting in front of you, you don't see the girl anywhere what makes you smile on the inside (lol ??). He stares at you and smiles, you smile back. suddenly mark sits besides mark and whispers something in his ear, mark smiles and high fives him, then he goes to other members, you have no idea what is happening but it makes you nervous.

the night is going really well, everyone laughs and enjoys but you try not to look at winwin all the time even tho he hasn't took his eyes of you in the whole night, you still kinda upset so you don't pay attention. The bottle starts spinning again and points at winwin. "oh my god." mark says really hyped, not even a second later. "truth or-." mark says. "chill, it's my turn to ask, i know what i'm doing." jaehyun says while smirking. "winwin, truth or dare." He asks to the beautiful chinese boy staring right into him. "dare." Winwin says without any hesitation while smiling at his friends.

"okay, that's an easy one." jaehyun says taking a look around the room. "i dare you to kiss your good friend y/n". jaehyun claims while smiling. Winwin doesn't even answer and he is already walking at your spot, without noticing he is in front of you staring at your eyes. Everything was going so fast that you didn't eve knew how to act, you palms were sweating and your heart was beating fast. He takes your hair off your face, grabs your jaw between his fingers and gives a little peck. Hhen it takes you by surprise that he starts kissing you slowly, even sliding his tongue inside of you. You feel like heaven. He decides to end the kiss and stares right into your eyes. "do you really think i was going to be with anyone at this party if it wasn't you? i even made the guys dare me to kiss you so you could finally see that I've been dying for you." He says smiling. "let's go, i want to take you somewhere right now" he says while he grabs your hand and you get out of the party.

lucas

Lucas seems like he isn't afraid to show his attention towards the person he likes, it seems like he would just be friendly and nice as he is just everyone but with her, he would try to learn about her favorite things and make her laugh all the time.

as soon as Lucas met you his heart went all ways, you were so nice and kind, you immediately became his friend and started to laugh at his jokes so he felt touched because of that.

wayv were finally coming back to korea after a long time of promoting in china and they are throwing a little party. You are excited to see your friends and congratulate them for doing such a good job, but you were specially happy to see Lucas again. You loved his happy and bright personality that always made your day better.

you enter the place trying to find any wayv members but you just see some of your friends gathering at the living room, you get close and notice that the members are sitting in there as well playing 'truth or dare'.

"Y/n come join." Xiaojun smiles, patting the empty spot next to him indicating that you can sit. You go there and the games starts.

the atmosphere is all pretty nice, everyone is having a good time and it's all fun. The bottle keeps spinning and stops on Lucas he gives a bright smile and cheers a bit since it hasn't been his turn yet.

"You are excited aren't you?" Hendery gives a playful smile.

"Truth or dare?."

"Mmm... truth! No, dare!." Lucas says excited.

"To give you a little more excitment i dare you to kiss a really beautiful girl, y/n!." Hendery stands his arms and points at you. You open your eyes in surprise and gulp.

you see how Lucas smirks and walks to your spot. He sits in front of you and grabs your face between his big ass hands and without warning starts kissing you, he doesn't hesitates and goes straight to explore all the inside of your mouth. You place your arms around his neck so you can give him more access. You feel Lucas smile during the kiss and you smile as well. You are so glad to finally have a moment like this with him.

you both finish and stare at each other with a big smile but then you stare at the floor embarrassed.

"I really liked that." Lucas smiles at you

"I likes it too." You give him a shy smile back.

"Would you mind if hang out tomorrow and maybe repeat it again." He says teasing you.

"I wouldn't mind at all." You sat caressing his arm softly.

xiaojun

he looks he would just try to be friends with the person he likes. He would try to get to know them better so like that he can be closer to them and he would just try to establish a nice friendship and then slowly show his feelings for her.

ever since you met Xiaojun you love to spent time with him, he was always so sweet and smiley, carefully listening at your words. He even tells you to recommend him some songs and it makes you go crazy.

you decide to do little party for your birthday, you invited some of your friends over to spend the night. You chose a nice outfit and did your makeup. Some people have arrived already but then you see the cute Xiaojun entering your house lighting up the whole place with his sweet smile.

you make your way to were he is standing but one of your friends grabs your hands and takes you to the living room.

"You are the birthday girl, so you definitely have to play 'truth or dare' as well." Your girl friend says excited. You notice how wayv members join the game as well and then your sight crosses with Xiaojun who mouths a 'happy birthday' from the other side of the circle while giving a big smile.

the game starts and Xiaojun is the first one to go.

"Truth or dare." Ten asks.

"Okay, since it's a birthday i'll go dare." Everyone cheers making you both laugh.

"So, for the birthday girl we have a good gift... a kiss from Xiaojun. Dude, that's your dare go ahead." Ten says encouraging his friend to go to you. Xiaojun looks shocked but goes to your spot anyways.

he grabs your check and connects your lips making it the sweetest kiss ever. He is so nice and gentle while kissing you, making your palms sweat and your heart skip a beat. You had no idea he was going to make you fall even more for him, but now he made it.

he separates from you and stares into your eyes making you blush.

"I'm sorry that i had to make this before giving you your actual gift." You both laugh.

"I don't think there is better gift that this." You say playfully. He laughs and covers his face.

"Uhm, so maybe we should hang out more, you know, just the two of us." He is shy but manages to speak fluent.

"I would love to." You smile and stroke his cheek.

hendery

he seems like a really nice and friendly guy so if he interested in someone he will try to find the things they have in common and start from there to build a nice friendship with them, making them feel comfortable, and he will tried to be a friend they can always go to.

Ever since you met Hendery you have been really into him, he's always including you in all conversations asking questions about the things you like or what do you think about certain topic your group of friends is talking about.

you were invited to your friend's party and you i immediately accept since you knew Hendery was going to be there. You put a little but of effort in your outfit so you can get his attention and finally head to the party.

"Y/n, you came! Let's go play 'truth or dare' with rest." An excited Hendery says dragging you to the room where everyone's gathering.

"Our dear friend Hendery." Ten pats his shoulder.

"Truth or dare?"

"Mmm...dare!" Hendery answers.

"Well since are having fun tonight i dare you to kiss y/n." Ten smiles playfully. Hendery opens his eyes wide in surprise and turns at you while you are already flustered.

"Here i go." He whispers softly.

he connects your lips making it the sweetest and most gentle kiss ever, and even though he doesn't use his tongue he already makes you feel like you're in heaven. You can't believe that you have been awkward to each other for some time but now you are like this.

"Y/n i like you, i really like you and if i didn't said it know i wasn't going to do it ever."

"So would you mind if i take you in a date?" He ask with an awkward smile.

"I wouldn't mind at all." You hug and he smiles because of his success.

yangyang

this boy isn't scared of anything, he is really nice and cool to be around but if he likes someone he would try to give them signs. He would enjoy being friends at first but wants to let the other person know that he is interested so like that he can see their reaction to that.

Yangyang is the best guy for you. He always made you feel so comfortable and good. He would take any chance to sit next you and have a nice conversation, he was always so flirty but you couldn't deny you really liked that

you were invited to Renjun's birthday party were all of your friends were going to be at. You were so hyped to see Yangyang after a few weeks, you really want to go on a new level with him and be more than friends.

you enter and go to the people gathering on the living room joining whatever game they are playing. After finding out it's 'truth or date' you roll your eyes since your friends always make you do stupid stuff.

Yangyang is pointed by the bottle next.

"Truth or dare." Winwin asks.

"Dare!." Yangyang says without hesitation.

"You seem to be nice friends with her so, i dare you to kiss y/n." Winwin claps excited.

Yangyang smiles and sits in front of you. He grabs your face with his right hand and starts kissing you. You love how bold he is about everything. The kiss doesn't last too long but is one of the best experiences you've had.

"So you after this you shouldn't be shy and go on a date with me." He gives a playful smile.

"Woah, woah, you are fast, aren't you?" You laugh.

"Yes I'm when i want to get something." He stares at you.

"Okay, i'll go on a date with you to see if you can get me." You wink and he smiles at you.

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bionic-buckyb · 6 years ago

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When It Rains: Part 3

A Thor x Reader / Soulmate Series

Master List

⚡ You’ve been dreaming of the same voice, the same man, for as long as you can remember. You never thought that he could be real, let alone that he was the God of Thunder, your soulmate, and the key to unlocking a mysterious power within you; a power that could be used to save Thor’s homeland of Asgard, or, in the wrong hands, to destroy it.

A/N: Yanno, it’s a beautiful thing, when you’re on a writing roll with new ideas and actual AMBITION to write. I hope you’re riding on this high with me, and enjoying this series. Again, this series is (loosely) based off the song Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Thank you to my bestie @howlingbarnes for reading this over and being so supportive with all my ideas. I love you! Your asks, likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated (although if you could reblog to get it out there, i’d appreciate it the most)! Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,022

Warnings: - none, that i can think of. - maybe language?

Tags: (at the end)

*gifs are not mine. (credit: [ x ] )

Your mind snapped back to consciousness, but your eyes remained closed. There were muffled voices around you at first, but they became clearer as your brain slowly awakened itself fully. You half expected all of this to be another dream, that you’d never actually met Thor and your mind had finally cracked, fabricating this entire scenario. But after a few moments, the voices started to get louder and closer…

“Well, if she really is in danger like you say, you obviously did the right thing bringing her here…” the voice you recognized as Banner said, his voice the softest of them all. Clearly, the most level headed.

“Is your tower still the safest place on the planet, Stark?”

There was his voice again. Thor. It wasn’t a dream. He was real, and he was still around you. You could physically feel him in the atmosphere, almost like an electric energy coursing through your veins. His tone sounded concerned, but stern.

You kept your eyes closed and let them continue, eager to hear what they had to say.

“You know we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t…”

Oh yeah Stark. Tony fucking Stark.

“As I’ve told each of you before, she is in danger, and I will do whatever I have to, to keep her safe,” Thor said, slapping his hand on the table. It made a loud cracking sound. “With or without any of your help…”

“Thor,” Banner said gently, and you could picture him putting his hand on Thor’s large shoulder. “We’re here to help you in anyway we can, you know that. That includes helping her.”

“Does she have any say in all of this?” Tony questioned, his shoes clicking on the floor as he paced in circles around you. “Has anyone thought to ask her what she thinks?”

“She doesn’t know anything,” Thor said quietly, and between his teeth. “I haven’t had the chance to tell her, and I’d prefer you all to keep your mouths shut until I say so.”

“She’s awake…” a soft female voice said from across the room. She was the farthest away from the group, and your cover had been blown. You could feel every body in the room turn towards you, and you fluttered your eyes open. Thor was by your side in an instant. He helped you to sit up, but your heart was racing at the pace of a hummingbird’s wing.

“Y/N,” Thor said your name tenderly, his strong hand gripping your arm. “Thank the gods. Are you alright?”

“I--” you started, before gazing around at the people in the room. Thor, Bruce, and Tony were all still there, but there was someone, or something, watching in the corner. As the unknown being watched you sit up, she gracefully came to kneel beside you. Thor didn’t stop her, so you knew she must be okay. She looked somewhat human, but also had the biggest, blackest eyes you’d ever seen, almost like an insect, complete with two feelers protruding from the top of her forehead, just below her hairline. You didn’t know whether to be terrified or love her. She reached out and touched your forearm, the feelers on her head glowing a bright white as they wriggled. Miraculously, your heart rate calmed.

“Thank you, Mantis,” Thor said gratefully, rubbing his hand along your back in comforting strokes. “She helped me out too,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Not so long ago.” Violent shivers rocketed through you at his close proximity, in the best way possible, feeling his breath on your skin.

“She was very anxious,” Mantis said, taking her hand away from your arm. Her movements and speech were so soft and graceful, almost slow. You had never laid eyes on anything like her before. She was beautiful. “I could feel her worry from across the room.”

“T-Thank you,” you stammered, giving her your best smile. Mantis smiled back shyly, and went back to her corner to observe quietly.

“Can we get you anything?” Tony butted in, kneeling down in front of you so that you were eye level. He was dressed in sweatpants and a black tee, not the suits and ties you were used to seeing him in on tv. You tried to focus on his face, but your eyes moved like a magnet to the infamous arc reactor imbedded in his chest. “Coffee, water?”

“Water, please…” you managed to say, your eyes flitting back up to his. You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling cold. Before you could ask, Thor was wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. Tony winked at you, and waved his hand in Banner’s direction. You watched Bruce scramble to the adjacent kitchen, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge and tossing it to Tony. He caught it with grace, and placed it in your hands. You opened it up and gulped as much of the cold liquid down as you could, before you ran out of breath.

“Breathe, my love…” Thor said softly, his hand still on your shoulder, gently squeezing. Your body shivered again. You weren’t used to him speaking so close to you. The vibrations in his voice bouncing against you like a beautiful hum. He had called you his love, and it felt so effortless coming from him, as if he was meant to say it that it didn’t even bother you or freak you out. You could feel yourself starting to grow braver, and more curious. But you were tired; so, so tired.

“I’m… okay,” you spoke, turning around towards Thor. “Just very tired, and… confused.”

Your eyes locked and his lightly freckled face softened; his mouth turning up into a warm smile. He positively radiated warmth in your direction, and you wanted to be as close to him as possible, as soon as possible.

“Uh, Thor,” Tony butted in, putting up a finger. “Your room is still vacant at the end of the hall, if you’d like to take Y/N there for a… much needed nap.” Stark also smiled, followed by a wink in your direction. Thor nodded his thanks, and Tony quickly retreated down the opposite hall on the balls of his feet with Banner at his heels.

“Come, little one,” Thor said, lifting you up under your knees, blanket and all, so effortlessly into his strong arms. You were pressed against his chest, and your head lazily rested on his shoulder. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

The warmth you anticipated coursed through you, like a delicious hum. You closed your eyes, never wanting this feeling of content to go away. You had never felt so safe, so wanted, so loved. What did you do to deserve this? Was this the last dream you’d ever have of the man of your dreams? Was this your mind making it all come to an end?

The short walk down the hall to Thor’s room was a silent one, as you basked in one another’s company. It almost felt like you had known each other forever, and that just being in each other’s presence was enough for you. You were mentally processing the situation, making sure everything was real, and you were pretty sure Thor was doing the same in his own way. Every few seconds he would squeeze your thigh, just to make sure you weren’t smoke and mirrors.

With a quick kick to the door, it swung open and Thor maneuvered inside. He closed it behind him and placed you gently down onto the surprisingly comfortable, and quite large, bed. As he moved about the room, looking for clothes for you to change into, you scanned the room. It was mostly plain, except for one crumpled pencil sketch that was thumb tacked to the farthest wall. Moving slowly off the bed, you walked to it, taking it down and turning it over in your hands. It looked so familiar.

“Asgard,” Thor said, walking up behind you. “My home.”

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, tracing your fingers over the structure of the building you’d seen so many times in your dreams.

“Just like you…” he breathed, tracing a line with his finger from the nape of your neck, to your shoulder. Goosebumps rose on your skin, and you swore you felt an electric current enter your body at his touch. You turned to face him. His eyes were the brightest blue, as he eagerly scanned your face.

“I don’t…. understand why all of this is happening but it feels… right,” you announced abruptly, your brain unable to keep anything in anymore. “L-Like, I was meant to meet you or something… like---”

“We were meant to be together,” he finished your sentence, and your mouth gaped open like a fish out of water. “In whatever way that happens to be.”

“Yes…” you breathed, waiting for him to continue. He didn’t, and you continued to watch each other in silence. You chewed your bottom lip. Thor suddenly stood up, and closed the already small gap between you. He tilted your chin up with this massive index finger, to be sure you were looking at him.

“The light you give off is… maddening,” he whispered, as if he were telling a secret; his hand moving from your shoulder to your wrist. “I’m drawn to it - like moth to flame. It’s the light I’ve been looking for my entire existence. Your aura is pure, enticing, and mine.”

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. In a situation like this, one might be creeped out. But you were just as attracted to him as he was to you, and it was almost like there was a polar magnet between you, keeping you apart.

“Thor,” you breathed. His name leaving your lips made you quiver. “How old are you?”

“Last time I counted, I’m 1500 years old.”

You inhaled sharply. He was a god after all. You should have expected this.

“So... “ you stopped, swallowing again. “You’ve been waiting all that time… for me?”

“Absolutely.”

“But, how do you know?”

“When I was first born, my father told me that my one true love would radiate the brightest light; a light that couldn’t be stifled. She would be strong, beautiful, and live on Midgard.”

“Midgard?” you questioned.

“Earth, sorry.”

“Oh…” you whispered, putting your hand to your mouth; a nervous tick. “But I’m not nearly your age and there’s nothing special at all about me. Shouldn’t a god be with, someone more worthy?”

Thor’s features changed, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

“You are more than worthy, Y/N. You are my sun and stars. If you do not love me as I love you, I will accept that. But that doesn’t mean I won’t protect you until my last breath leaves my body.”

“You… love me?” you asked meekly, unsure of what you’d heard.

For the first time since you’d met Thor, he looked shy. You swore a pink tint to his cheeks appeared, as he briefly broke eye contact with you. He may have been the god of thunder, but he clearly had human emotions.

“As of now, that is not important. You are important. Your safety is important. Besides, just because your light shines brighter than the sun, doesn’t mean you’re my soulmate.”

It was the first time the word had been spoken aloud, even though it played in the back of your subconscious like a broken record.

“So, besides the other stuff you said before, about what your father told you, what other qualifications would your… soulmate have?”

“An Asgardian man was who predicted all of this for me, many years ago. He said that my soulmate would look just as you do, but she would have powers of her own.”

You coughed, choking on your own spit.

“And what type of powers would she have?” you asked on baited breath.

“Through her dreams she could see my past, present, and future. In essence, we are always connected.”

You clutched the table next to you, trying to stay steady.

“Thor…” you said slowly, looking into his chaotic blue eyes. “I have something I need to tell you.”

“I think that there’s something we both need to discuss, little one.”

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noodles-send-n00ds · 7 years ago

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fallen - jonah marais ft. zach herron

pairings: gender neutral!reader x jonah, gender neutral!reader x bestie!zach

warning: there’s a curse word at the bottom

requested by anon: can you do an imagine where zach and his best friend, who is abused, reunite and she ends up falling for jonah

summary: y/n goes to visit zach, their best friend, for a whole summer. y/n didn’t expect to fall for someone so quickly.

a/n: so i didn’t really want to include the abused part and i honestly don’t really have an explanation. but i hope you still enjoy it nonetheless.

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***

before zach became big and famous, you and zach were attached at the hip. growing up next to each other made it easy for you two to see other and practically spend almost every minute of the day together.

but since he moved away things changed.

you two still kept in contact, of course, but it was different without zach. you entered your junior year alone and with only a couple of friends. they were good friends of yours but nothing was the same without zach.

you two would talk all of lunch and laugh at some stupid things one person said that day or groan over your next big test. you would even manage to text each other from different classes, one of you almost always getting their phone taken away. zach would pass you funny pick up lines and you would always roll your eyes but make some up and send them back.

when he invited you to spend the summer in l.a with him and the boy’s, you were thrilled. you would get to see him for the first time in a little less than a year. you immediately started packing for the couple months you would spend there.

“whoa, why are you packing?” your younger sister asked you.

“i’m going to l.a to be with zach!” you practically screamed into her ear.

“jesus, shut up,” she walked away into her room, going on her phone.

you ignored her and continued to pack practically everything you owned, excitement pumping through your veins. you knew that your mom would be down for it since she loved the herron’s and knew zach would take great care of you l.a.

***

you landed in lax, speed walking to the front entrance to find zach. you just wanted to hug him and feel his warmth since it had been so long since the last time. you saw him standing there in jeans and a loose white t-shirt.

his face lit up when he saw you and you started running towards him. once you made contact, you embraced each other in a big hug. he lifted you off of the ground and spun you around before safely placing you down.

“i missed you so much, y/n,” zach told you as he pulled apart from the hug.

“i missed you too, zachary,” you smiled at him. he grabbed your hand and pulled you out the place where his car was.

“i can’t wait for you to meet the boys! they are going to be ecstatic! i talk about you all the time!” he told you, putting your luggage in the car and you laughed at him.

“i can’t wait either! they’re hot,” you admitted and he glared at you.

“no, nope, nada. you can’t date one,” he said, getting in the car.

“who said i was going to be dating one? it might just be a one night only thing,” you laughed and zach punched you in the arm.

“i hate you.”

“you wish.”

“anyways, what’s going on with becky? did she admit her lip injections yet? what about david? still an airheaded douchebag?” he questioned, asking you about people that attended your school back in texas.

***(another time skip lmao)

you made it to the house that your best friend and his best friends lived in. zach helped you carry in your luggage and you took your time to admire the place he resided in. it was big and beautiful. this was practically the dream home for anyone.

once you got inside, you were immediately welcomed by a group of four boys.

“y/n! we’ve heard so much about you!” one of them said. you assumed it was daniel, based on the pictures zach had shown you of all of them.

“this is jack, corbyn, daniel, and jonah,” zach pointed to all of them.

you weren’t going to lie to yourself; they were all way more attractive in person. they were stunning in the pictures but now that you got a good look at them, you were shocked. one tall boy caught your eye though.

“hi,” was all you could mutter out, instantly embarrassing yourself.

they all laughed and welcomed you into their home and moved out of the way so you could take your stuff up to your room. once you got there, you sat down on the bed and zach sat next to you.

“so what do you think?” he asked you, referring to the four boys downstairs.

“they are amazing,” you looked at him, proud he got so far in his career. “what’s the tall one’s name again?”

“jonah? no, don’t tell m-”

“he’s realllllllly attractive,” you smiled at him.

“y/n y/l/n. i won’t allow it. nope, not on my wa-”

“do you think you could set it up? oh my god, total best friend points to you if you could. wow, do you think it’s a stretch? he’s probably way out of my league,” you cut him off again, all the gears turning in your head.

“you don’t listen to me, do you?”

“nope, not at all.”

the two of you laughed and made your way downstairs to find daniel eating watermelon, the curly haired kid on his phone, corbyn (who you heard loads about because he always teased zach) laughing at someone on the phone, and jonah talking to daniel.

“let’s do something,” zach told them as you two entered the kitchen. jonah smiled at you when you enter the room. you smiled back, blushing a bit.

“like what?” jack asked, waving at you.

“we could go shopping?” daniel suggested. corbyn perked up and quickly wrapped up his conversation on the phone.

“did i hear shopping?” corbyn sang, entering the room.

“i’m brok-”

“shut up, i’ll pay,” zach retorted. you slapped, lightly, signifying that he shouldn’t pay for you.

“so we’re going shopping?” corbyn clarified.

“yes, corbs, we’re going shopping,” jonah told him, rolling his eyes playfully.

“yes!” he yelled running to put his shoes on.

you all laughed at him and quickly moved out the door to make sure corbyn wouldn’t get too impatient. you sat in the backseat next to jonah and zach while daniel drove with jack in the front seat. corbyn was in the very backseat by himself

arriving at the grove was amazing, you saw the people crowding around the fountain. there were pretty lights and gorgeous plants. it wasn’t like the typical indoor shopping centers in texas; it was breathtaking.

“you like it?” jonah asked you, coming up behind you and scaring you a bit.

“oh geez,” you laughed. “yeah, it’s awesome. how is this my first time being here?”

“you should come more often,” he winked at you and a blush made it’s way up to your cheeks.

jonah grabbed your hand and lead you to the different stores he’d thought you’d like, leaving the other boys behind. you two spent the majority of the day together and you enjoyed every second you got to spend with him. he made you so happy.

that’s pretty much how the first months went. you got closer to all the boys and they quickly became your bestest friends but with jonah, it was different. you knew it was more than just a friendship but you were scared to admit it to yourself. you knew you’d have to go home in less than a month and the thought of it made you heartbroken. you’d have to leave them, especially jonah.

so you made it your mission to spend the remaining time you had left with jonah (and the other boys of course), to make it the most memorable summer you’ve ever had.

on one lazy sunday, jonah decided to take you out somewhere. you both entered his car and he drove the two of you somewhere you had yet to know where. the entire drive there, he held your hand and you guys talked about what you’d do when you’d get home. it made sad to think about but you put a smile on your face for him.

you made it to a small hill in beverly hills and you guys climbed your way to the top. jonah had brought a blanket for you to sit on and wait until the sunset came.

“y/n, i have to tell you something,” jonah started, while the sun was slowly beginning to set in front of you. “i know this is horrible timing because you’re leaving in a week but i had to get this off my chest.”

“go on,” you gave him a smile and grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles to reassure him.

“when i first met you, i wasn’t expecting to see such a gorgeous person walk through my front door. i couldn’t stop looking at you and thinking you were the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. but when we spent all day at the grove and i got to know you, it wasn’t about your looks. your bubbly, bright personality saw the best in everyone and everything. your heart is so big and you care for everyone. heck, you washed corbyn’s white shoes when he got a tiny dirt splotch on them. it took you two hours but you were so determined to help him even though he could easily buy a new pair. you make me a better person and oevr the past couple months, i’ve fallen head over heels for you.”

the sun had set and the beautiful reds, oranges, and pinks spread throughout the sky, creating a perfect backdrop for the two of you.

“shit, i can’t top that but i’ve fallen face first for you, jonah marais.”

“is this the part where we kiss?”

“yes, jonah, yes it is.”

the kiss you two shared was filled with passion and desire for one another. you had completely fallen for each other.

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sher-soc-the-famder · 6 years ago

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The Show Must Go On- Chapter 12

Word Count: 3240

Pairings: Gen, Platonic LAMP, Platonic Roman&OC, Platonic Virgil&OC

Warnings: Nightmare, Implied Abuse, Violence

Masterpost

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It hurt. Everything hurt and he just wanted it to stop.

They helped. He knew they did. Not in the way he wished for,—desperate and afraid—but it helped anyways. As he curled up and pressed the replay button. Over and over and over and over—

Until the screen blurred and the figures on it lost their shape. Until they crawled out of the digital world and he could grip their hand tight through the horror and the pain. The figures wrapped themselves around him, and he tipped his head back to bask in the feeling.

The arms around him grew tighter and tighter until it threatened to choke him and he gasped.

“Your fault,” they whispered, “this is your fault. They were happy. They were happy until you.”

His mouth opened and closed, apology on his lips. He wanted desperately to go back, to undo what he had done, but not enough. Not enough for it to actually happen, and the shadows dove down his throat.

He tried to scream, tried to thrash to apologize, to escape the guilt and the new pain but he couldn’t breathe—

Roman gasped, surging forwards, and struggling against the hand that pressed to his mouth.

“Shooooosh,” Victoria murmured, “Shooosh Ro, they’re nearby.”

His flailing slowed, and he took a shuddering breath, looking around. Virgil had moved to be pressed up against Victoria’s other side, gripping Richard to his chest tightly as the kid slept. Victoria ran a hand through his hair, eyes locked on the door as a shadows passed under the crack.

“They’ve been there for too long,” Virgil said, voice low as he stared as well. “They know we’re here, we’re going to get caught, there’s nowhere to run—”

“Shoooosh,” Victoria said, and Roman jolted at the realization that it was too close to the tone she used with him. “We don’t know that yet–” She paused– “but we can be ready for if they do. How well are you at using your hands?”

Virgil blinked at her, and Victoria’s grin might have been a shade insane as she held up the gloved hand not in Roman’s hair. She tugged it down on her wrist and Virgil gaped at the claws that grew from them.

“I’ve got two gloves after all,” she said with a wink, and Roman whined.

“What? But why didn’t I get this offer?”

“Maybe because you already have your cool magical item, Harry Potter,” Victoria said. “Or maybe because I’ve replaced you with Virgil. He’s my bestie now; sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

Virgil smothered a snicker, and Roman exaggerated his pout. The shadow passed over their doorway once more, and Roman felt Victoria’s hand tighten in his hair. He held his breath, watching as the person moved on once more.

“How long has it been?” he asked. “Long enough we can make our move?”

“Not until they–” Virgil nodded towards the door–“back off.”

“We could try and take them out,” Roman suggested, impatience pressing at his chest. The dream he had licked at the edges of his consciousness, and the fact that he couldn’t identify who it was made his skin itch. Was it Logan or Patton? Which one was drowning in that guilt?

“Roman, no,” Virgil said.

“Roman, yes,” Victoria joked, and Roman grinned up at her. He reached out and squeezed her hand. She snickered, squeezing back before helping him to sit up. “Maybe not quite in that sense, but, and not to brag, I am a Jedi now.”

Roman flailed, “Yes!”

Virgil frowned.

“What about what happened last time?” he asked. Richard shifted against his chest and Virgil glanced down at him. “You were exhausted and, unlike Roman, you haven’t slept.”

A frown crossed her face, and Roman felt the first pangs of disappoint stir in his chest. Almost immediately Victoria’s face smoothed, and she shrugged. “Worth it to escape, don’t you think?” she said. Virgil’s scowl deepened, but he didn’t say anything else as she nudged them away to stand up. She wobbled slightly, and Roman bit his lip, suddenly doubting his idea.

“Be ready,” she said, and Roman heaved himself to his feet. He gripped the edges of his cape, unsure if he’d throw it at the mage if this went wrong, or throw it over the rest of them.

Victoria laid a hand on the door handle, hesitating a split second. Her grip tightened and Roman held his breath as it turned slowly. Virgil tensed, and as the shadow began its path once more, Victoria jerked.

The door swung, slamming against the wall. Roman did a double take at the face that greeted them. Rose grimaced, hands out in the same manner that Victoria’s were. Her eyes locked onto the gloves and her lips pressed into a thin line.

“So we were too late,” Rose whispered.

Victoria hesitated, her hand dropping in surprise at Rose’s words.

“Vic!” Virgil snapped, and her hand straightened once more.

“It doesn’t matter,” Vic said, almost to herself waving her gloved hand, “because you’re going to leave us alone and forget you saw us.”

The mage’s eyes glazed over as she turned and strode off further into the warehouse. Victoria let out a shaky breath as she turned back to them and grinned.

“See?” she said. “No problem.”

“I hate you,” Virgil muttered, gather Richard up in his arms and staggering to his feet.

“Pffft,” Victoria waved him off as Roman bound over to her with matching grin. “You can’t hate me anymore that you can hate Roman.”

“Awww,” Roman cooed, “Did Dark Tales tell you stories while I slept?”

The thought of them both talking about him made his chest tighten. This is what he wanted, his family all in one spot (and praising his awesome self). The feeling faded somewhat as they shared a matching smirk. Victoria bounced on her heels as she waved at them to follow her as she said.

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know, Princey.”

He sputtered at the nickname that he was used to hearing from Virgil and Vic cackled. She stumbled slightly, and Roman reached out to steady her, only to realize that his hand was shaking almost as much as hers was.

“Get a move on,” Virgil said, striding past them, grabbing Richard by his hands. “They’re not going to stay away for long.”

Richard blinked slowly from Virgil’s arms, looking more exhausted than he had before he had slept.

“Sure thing, Worry Wart,” Victoria agreed easily. Roman grinned at the expression that crossed Virgil’s face, biting back a cackle that matched Victoria’s. Some part of him felt like they had stumbled back into high school all over again; with the stupid rule-breaking, injuries, and inappropriate laughing included.

They inched their way through the warehouse, and Roman held his breath every time they had to tuck themselves under the cape. Most mages were hurrying through the place alone; something that struck Roman as odd, though he couldn’t place why.

He flinched at the sunlight as they emerged, and blinked as Victoria make a broken noise.

“God, it looks worse in the light,” she said, reaching out to gently pull his face towards her. “You still standing, at least?”

Roman rolled his eyes extracting himself from her hold, and pretending that he couldn’t see Virgil staring at him in horror. It wasn’t the worse that he’d ever endured, and as long as nothing was broken, they weren’t exactly in the position to stand around comparing injuries.

“Always,” he said and Victoria nodded.

Roman ignored the alarmed look that Virgil sent their way and Victoria pointed in the direction she had parked Jasmine. Roman took a couple of steps before realizing that she had set Virgil in the right direction before slowing to talk to him quietly.

Her eyes raked over his form, taking in the bruising and the blood, and Roman gave her half a shoulder shrug in response. Her smile was tired and pained, but she held out a fist. Roman felt the last of his tension bleed away at the familiar gesture. The one that meant the struggle was over and he was safe.

“Long-sleeve buddies?” she whispered.

Roman met her fist with his and murmured, “Long-sleeve buddies.”

She laughed, startling Virgil in front of them. He turned to narrow his eyes at him, and Roman smirked as Victoria waggled her fingers at the other side. It hadn’t gone according to his Epic Rescue Plan, but at least...

At least they had all gotten out safe, and with only him harmed. Roman thought he could count that as a win.

Jasmine was a welcome sight and Roman couldn’t help but flop over his car’s hood.

“My baby! Papa missed you too! Were you good for your godmother, I bet you were,” he cooed at the car. He ran a hand over the scratched metal, feeling his smile turn less manic and more soft. Godmother, he loved his car.

“Oh my god,” Virgil said as he helped Richard into the back, “It’s a car Roman.” He paused. “Though I supposed that treating it like that may help your survival in the inevitable robot uprising.”

Roman turned to stare at Virgil as Victoria cackle.

“Robot uprising!” she crowed. “I’m down for that. May my phone get revenge for all the times I’ve dropped it.”

“Mood,” Virgil replied and Roman smothered a shriek as that set off another round of cackles from Victoria. He wasn’t sure if he was thrilled they were getting along, or jealous. Or even worried. He shook his head and held out his hand.

“I’m dri—”

“Nope,” Victoria chirped, bouncing around to the driver’s side. “You’re even more insane than I thought you were if you think I’m letting you drive when you can barely walk on your leg.”

Roman shot Victoria a betrayed look as she hummed. He faced Virgil, as if asking for help, but was met with Virgil’s narrow stare.

“Roman!” Virgil hissed, whirling to give him a better look over instead. “Goddammit, get in the back; you guys better have a first aid kit–”

“In the glove compartment!” Victoria added helpfully as Virgil manhandled Roman in next to Richard. The actor pouted, looking down at the kid who was quietly watching them all.

“At least you still love me,” Roman told him and Richard reached out to pat his uninjured leg. A smirk twitched up his lips and Roman gaped at him, feeling betrayed once more before he even opened his mouth.

“Weird,” Richard said like he was imparting the secrets of the universe. “Like Virgil more.”

“Damn straight,” Virgil said smugly. Richard smothered giggles with his hands as Roman flailed.

“I hate you all!” he shrieked.

“No you don’t,” Virgil and Vic chimed together and Richards giggles grew breathless.

Roman pouted, crossing his arms and sinking down into his seat. Virgil settled in on Roman’s other side as Victoria started up Jasmine and they peeled away from the horrid place. Roman hoped they never saw it again. Like a video game dungeon, they had defeated it and they never had to go back.

Virgil suddenly tugged at his leg, snapping Roman out of his thoughts. He watched as the anxious side winced at the mess of blood that had soaked through Roman’s first bangaging, and scowled. He very pointedly didn’t say anything and Roman sunk a little lower in his seat. It had been a stupid plan, like all of his plans and—

“Hey Ro,” Virgil said quietly as he set about removing the gauze and cleaning his leg up. Roman blinked and met his eyes. Virgil gave him a small swift smile before ducking his head. “It was stupid, but– Thanks.”

Roman blinked, taken aback before his face grew warm. He grinned through his slight flush and declared.

“Well of course! The prince has got to slay, both metaphorically and literally. I should be thanking you for the opportunity for adventure. I really had been missing the chance to show off my skills—”

“Shut up and take the compliment,” Virgil interrupted.

Roman snapped his mouth shut and grinned sheepishly. He reached out and placed his hand on Virgil’s arm gently.

“I was always going to come for you Virge.” He smiled wider, and continued at the fragile look Virgil gave him. “I mean who else would I be able to show off to without you around. Things are always so much more entertaining when there are screams in the background—”

“I feel like chopped liver,” Victoria called from the front, and Virgil flipped them both off. She cackled, but the noise cut off abruptly. Roman frowned.

“Vic?” Roman asked, leaning forward to see what had caught her attention. Virgil's prodding hands on his arm stilled.

“Well,” she said softly, “I found where all the mages went after they stopped looking for us.”

Roman felt his heart drop, scrambling to the passenger seat for the best view. The small house they had been staying at was surrounded. Several black vans sat in the street and Virgil silently pointed out figured perched along the rooftops as well. Tense silence fell across them all.

“Roman?” Victoria asked quietly.

He bit his lips, eyes narrowing. Think! There had to be away around this! They couldn't just leave the couple that had been kind to them for all that Roman knew that Logan would point out that it was the logical option. They had given too much for Roman to be comfortable ditching them to whatever horrid fate the mages would cause them.

He bit down harder on his lip, muttering to himself.

“We can't take them all on ourselves. If there were less maybe. Is there a way we could contact them? Let them know that– no there isn't anything they could do...”

Roman rugged at his hair, distinctly aware of the eyes on him. He had to come up with something.

“We could lead some of them off, but if the bait gets caught then we’re right back to where we started and we can't break back in again—”

“Roman,” Vic said softly, “breathe.”

The actor sucked in a deep breath, cutting off his ramblings.

“No one is playing bait,” Virgil added and Victoria nodded.

“You'll come up with something,” Vic said.

“Just don't take too–” Virgil snapped back from leaning between the front seats as a click of the car doors sounded.

“Richard, what the—”

The child clambered out of the car, ducking away from Virgil's hand.

“Bait,” he murmured, and Roman felt his hands tighten in his hair.

“No!” He protested. “We agreed earlier you’re too young to be bait!”

Richard shook his head, as the rest of them hurried after him, struggling to get out of the car. “Not young.”

“Richard buddy,” Victoria approached him slowly, ever step she took forward matched by a step back. “I hate to break it to ya, but thirteen is young.”

Roman grimaced at the bitter smile that earned her as Richard shook his head.

“Richard please,” Virgil begged, coming at the kid from the side. Roman winced at the look that the plea drew from the kid, but it did nothing from his inching up along the other side. “Don’t do this. You don’t need to do this.”

“I’m sorry,” Richard whispered, and Virgil lunged forward hand brushing against his back as the kid bolted for the house.

“No!” Virgil screamed, and Roman moved before he could think about it. Richard had a head-start, but Roman had longer legs. He ate up the distance between them in a few quick strides, reaching out to grab Richard before they could draw too much more attention.

A flash in the corner of his vision had him ducking and rolling on instinct, dragging his cape up above his head. Heat engulfed him, and Roman felt flames lick at his fingers as Virgil and Victoria screamed.

He sprung to his feet, and ran his hand over the undamaged silk. A giddy grin split his face because well, magic! Roman looked up from the cape to meet the eyes of the stunned mage, who still stood with her hand thrown out from the spell.

“Richard!” Virgil shouted, and Roman whirled. Richard had taken the distraction to leap over the picket fence, but several of the mages were closing in on him. Roman felt his heart sink, knowing that there was no way he could make it to the child in time. Virgil’s voice seemed to echo in time with Richard ducking and covering his head as a mage reached their hand out.

“No!”

The earth rumbled, and Roman pitched forward, hissing as he landed hard on his hands and knees. Shouts and yelps sounded, and Roman’s head snapped up in surprise. He rolled to the side as a mage was thrown past him, and he gapped as Victoria took his arm to help haul him back up to his feet.

Virgil sprinted past him, and pressed his hands to the invisible barrier that had thrown the mages out.

“What happened?” Roman shouted.

“Oh, I certainly know,” Virgil snarled, eyes blown wide, “because I love panicking for no reason.”

“Guys,” Victoria murmured, eyes turned towards not the small figure that was making his way towards them, but the mages that were picking themselves up off the ground. “Whatever we’re going to do, we gotta do it now.”

“Get him out of there!” Roman winced at the panic that laced Virgil’s tone with hysteria; the way that the other side’s hands turned white against what kept him away from Richard. “Tear it down! Do something– !”

Victoria cursed, stepping around Virgil and lashing out with clawed fingers at the mage that reached for the hyperventilating Virgil. She threw a panicked glance in Roman’s direction and he swallowed hard. He wanted to be the prince, the hero, but at the same time—

(He was selfish.)

Roman wound his arm around Virgil’s waist, and grit his teeth against the scream that tore from Virgil’s throat as he was hauled back. Nails scraped against arms, and Roman jerked his head towards Jasmine at Victoria’s look. She hesitated, an emotion Roman couldn’t name flashing through her eyes, before she hurried after the two of them.

Virgil thrashed in his grasp, voice cracking as he grew more frantic.

“Let me go you, you bastard!” Roman dragged him back another step, trying to ignore the way that Richard pressed a hand where Virgil’s had been moments before. “What if it doesn’t hold? What if it holds too well? LET ME GO! RICHARD! RICHARD!”

Victoria threw open the door to the car, and Roman almost tripped trying to step into it backwards. His arms ached, and he felt like he had swallowed a rock, but he refused to lose Virgil after he had just found him.

Victoria ducked unto another blast of fire and dove for the front seat, Jasmine’s engine roaring to life. Virgil jerked back, and Roman’s breath left in a rush as Virgil’s elbow buried itself in his gut.

“Turn around!” Virgil glared at Victoria, and Roman could feel his whole body trembling. “Go back, or I’ll– I’ll—”

Roman tugged him closer and buried his head in the other side’s neck, pretending it was just for Virgil’s comfort. He could feel Virgil’s breath hitched.

“I hate you.”

Roman sucked in a sharp breath.

“I know,” he replied, “I hate me too.”

#Sanders sides #TSMGO #Urban Fantasy AU #Roman Sanders #VIrgil Sanders #OC: Victoria #OC: Richard #Explosions #Violence #TS-Storytime 2018 Submission #Implied abuse

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zig-a-zow · 7 years ago

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As told by Aiden [Chapter 5: No words]

Summary: Aiden Zhou had everything figured out. He was a Junior at high school, he would graduate in two years, attend a prestigious school such as Juilliard and become the best musician he could be. Of course, despite being practically a prodigy at what he loved, he had a lot to learn yet, especially the most important lesson: there was more to life than what he once thought.

Pairings: Aiden x MC (Grace Ashton)

Word count: 3658

Notes: Hello there! What is this, you might be asking yourself? Well, nothing other than what the title says: High School Story as told by Aiden. The events from the book, but from his perspective, plus extra scenes/fanon lore. There are significant changes in this story, though. For once, I have two MCs, best friends Grace and Callie. However, one of them will be significantly more prominent due to being Aiden’s love interest. Also, each chapter has its own song, cause how could I write about Aiden without music included? Click the lyrics to listen.

Taglist: @mlmseangayle @ravenclawpokegirl25 @poofboopmew @apluschoices

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 (It’s right here!) - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 (Coming soon!)

I could talk all day long about the news, Giving you the current affairs and my views I could talk all night long about a song, Giving you the pointers on where you’re going wrong

Aiden wasn't a big fan of social media as a whole.

He didn't think there was something wrong with it, but he didn't find the appeal either. Myra, however, was having none of that. When she found out he didn't have a FaceSpace account, she was horrified in the most exaggerated way.

And the only reason he had joined that social network, was because she had threatened to create one herself to impersonate him, and he could only assume that her intentions weren't exactly good.

So it wasn't strange that he would spend entire days, even weeks, without even opening the FaceSpace app on his phone.

That Thursday during lunch, however, he was feeling bored enough to give it a chance.

The moment he checked his notifications, he spotted a bunch of familiar faces. Myra had tagged him in many, many 'memes', and although he found some of those mildly entertaining, something else caught his attention.

He had a new friend request, from Emma Hawkins. And when he tapped her profile picture, he saw Emma, Callie and Grace smiling at him from the screen. The picture had a short caption with it:

"True Friends are there when you need them 😌" - with Callie McKenzie and Grace Ashton.

After tapping the 'Like' button on the picture and accepting the request, his finger hovered over Grace's highlighted name for a few seconds before tapping it. Her FaceSpace profile displayed before him.

His eyes lingered on her profile picture for a second too long. She was wearing a red dress and a leather jacket as she smiled for the camera, her chocolate eyes seemingly looking right at him. Her picture had a short caption as well, "✨Carpe Diem✨", and a long list of comments below, which included compliments from Callie and a grammatically incorrect reminder to meet up at the parking lot after school, courtesy of Michael Harrison.

He considered 'Liking' her picture too, but decided against it in the last second.

He soon found that he wasn't allowed to see much more without adding her as a friend. His thumb once again hovered over the screen, indesicive.

Now that he thought about it, they hadn't interacted much after Tuesday night. As they didn't share a homeroom, their only chance was at lunch and casually in the hallways. But on Wednesday she had lunch with Michael and his friends, Wes, Koh and Morgan. And on the present day, she was having lunch with the whole Homecoming committee.

And she was sitting right next to Maria, as he confirmed when he finally looked up from his phone as he heard someone insistently call his name.

"EARTH TO AIDEN!"

He startled, and his eyes fell on Myra's face as she gave him a goofy smirk.

"Geez, you really spaced out there" she said then, and looked over his phone before she cackled. "For someone who hates FaceSpace, you sure seemed distracted by it."

"I only decided to use it now. And..." he pressed a button and the screen went black. "... it's none of your business."

"Aw, at least check out the memes I tagged you in...!"

Aiden didn't listen to her, again. His eyes drifted one more time toward the committee table, where Payton was just standing up with a big bright smile.

"... of course we can! We have our very own Ellen..." she said with a giggle, placing a hand on Maria's shoulder before placing the other on Grace's. "... and Portia, the Dream Team!"

"Payton!" Maria frowned immediately, a deep blush on her cheeks. "I told you to stop saying that!"

"Yeah... why am I Portia?" asked Grace as she raised an eyebrow, smirking a bit. "I see myself as more of an Ellen, to be honest..."

"That is NOT the part to focus on, Grace...!"

Aiden rolled his eyes and huffed as he looked away from them, his gaze falling again on Myra only to find that she was staring at him now. A smile started to spread slowly on her face.

"Ohmygod..."

His body tensed almost immediately. He saw it coming before she even said it, and was already dreading it.

"... Aiden, are you jealous?"

There it was. He quickly shook his head and looked away, trying to seem as dismissive as possible.

"Pffft..."

"Don't 'pffft' me, sir!" she exclaimed then, grinning as she raised an accusatory finger at him. "You're jealous that your crush is spending time with someone else!"

"Keep it down!" he scowled at her, his face flushing red with both embarrassment and anger. "I'm not jealous. And it's not a 'crush'."

Myra opened her mouth to say something else, but just then Ezra returned to the table with a grin, demanding her attention to discuss who was hotter, Matt Rodriguez or Ryan Summers, with both of them on opposing sides.

Sighing with relief but still feeling his heart beat wildly, Aiden lowered his gaze to his phone as he unlocked it.

Grace's smiling face greeted him once again. His finger hovered over the digital "Add as a friend" button one more time, before he took a deep breath and finally pressed it, blocking his phone and shoving it in his pocket so he wouldn't undo his actions.

His eyes found Grace again without his consent, and he froze in place when she took her own phone out of her pocket, as if she had received a recent notification...

Would it be too pathetic to hide?

To his utter surprise (and further mortification), Grace smiled at her device right before looking up, her eyes locking with his. She winked as she pressed the screen, and his phone vibrated in his pocket instantly.

The bell rang a second later, and thankfully she looked away then, because otherwise Aiden would have remained there for a few more minutes.

He could feel his face burn like never before, but as he rushed out of the cafeteria, he couldn't contain that stupid smile that was fighting to see the light.

Perhaps FaceSpace wasn't that bad after all.

"Thank you, Sally. Final lists will be up on Monday morning. Good luck!"

The freshman girl that had just performed a decent saxophone solo beamed at Ezra's words, and left the room waving. Once again, they were the last three people in the band room.

It was Friday, which meant Aiden would stay at the band room after everyone left so he could play alone for a while. Ezra allowed him to do so, just like he allowed him to stay for the tryouts even after performing himself. He wasn't staying alone, however, as Myra was sitting right by his side, typing on her phone.

Ezra made a few notes in his binder, before he turned around to see his fellow bandmates with a smile.

"Thanks for staying, guys" he muttered, sitting down next to them with sigh as he checked his watch. "We're almost done here."

Myra shrugged slightly at that, finally looking up from her screen with a smile.

"No problem, Ezra. We're both waiting for Grace to show up... isn't that right, Aiden?"

He didn't reply, but simply gave a long sigh of impatience. She hadn't stopped her teasing since the day before, and something told him that it wouldn't cease anytime soon. Just because it was true, she didn't have to actually say it.

Ezra chuckled, straightening up in his seat.

"You're in luck, then."

"What's up, my dudes?" Grace's voice made him look up almost instantly, just to see her walk into the band room with a bright smile. "Sorry I'm kinda late, my bestie got super nervous about her own tryouts so Emma and I had to help her out."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Myra jumped out of her seat with a grin. "The other saxophone... playing... people? Well, they sucked."

"Myra!"

"You know it's true!"

Aiden rolled his eyes at that, but couldn't really be mad at her. She was actually right. Ezra shook his head with a smile, and approached Grace with a few pages of sheet music. Aiden couldn't contain a sigh of exasperation. It was the same song over and over again...

"The Fight Song, huh?" Grace read aloud, tapping her foot to the rhythm as she went through the sheets.

"Yup. That's what we're playing in the next game..."

"And the one after that. And the rest of them, really."

Usually Aiden would've felt slightly intimidated when Ezra gave him a warning look, but he didn't. He held his gaze instead, almost defiant. He was tired of playing the same song every game, and all his complaints were ignored. As Myra would say, he was 'salty', and wasn't going to hide it.

"Alright then" they both turned to Grace when she spoke, just to see that she had already settled herself and had her own saxophone at the ready. "When should I start?"

"If it can be before these two divas start fighting again, it'd be great" Myra said with a grin, and didn't really care about the irritated glances she got from them.

Grace simply nodded, and started playing, the sounds she produced being the only thing that could be heard in the room. Even though he had heard that song many, many times, Aiden couldn't help but appreciate its beauty when it was performed with such passion and expertise. Grace clearly had practiced a lot, and probably played sax from a very young age.

When she finished, Myra let out a loud whistle of approval.

"That was awesome!" she exclaimed, smiling widely. "Right, Ezra?"

Their student director kept quiet for a few seconds, taking a few more notes, before looking up and smiling a bit.

"Yeah, it was a strong performance. Well done."

Grace gave the three of them an exaggerated curtsy, with a bright smile on her face. Soon enough everyone started to collect their possessions, except for Aiden. He instead looked for his own sheet music in his backpack, barely hearing them talk as background noise.

"... and I'm saying Ryan is way hotter simply because he's older. He's like wine, y'know what I'm saying?"

"Ezra, the wine thing is a lie, my mom told me! But Grace, what do you think?"

"I think you're both wrong. Victoria Fontaine is clearly the hottest one."

Both Ezra and Myra agreed on that, or so it seemed. Aiden didn't really care. Soon he could hear steps walking away and words of farewell from both of his fellow band members, before the room found silence. He smiled to himself and took a deep breath.

Finally, he was alone.

"So... you're not leaving too?"

Almost.

Grace was standing a few feet away from him, her bag hanging from her shoulder as she kept her eyes on him, curious. He sighed, approaching the piano with his sheet music.

"I... tend to take advantage of the quietness after school to play some new pieces, and some old ones, sometimes I compose too" he admitted, placing the sheets in the holder before simply adding. "Alone."

"Oh! Right!" the girl sounded somewhat surprised at that, but shrugged it off almost instantly. "That's my cue to leave then! See you Monday...!"

"Wait!"

Grace stood at the door at the sound of his voice, slightly turning to give him a questioning look. Aiden could feel his cheeks start to burn a bit at her intense gaze, but this was no time to back down. He stood straight and cleared his throat.

"I usually do this alone but... I could make an exception for you."

She raised an eyebrow at that, and sauntered back into the room, a tiny teasing smile on her face.

"Really now?" she asked, stopping right in front of him and tiltling her head to the side. "Why would you do that for little ol' me?"

"Well..."

Aiden swallowed hard, taking another deep breath. Grace was clearly having a good time teasing him. So maybe, just maybe, he could try giving her a taste of her own medicine. He stood as tall as he was (which wasn't much, but still more than her), and smiled.

"I could use an audience. Especially an audience as nice as you."

Grace stood there in silence for a few seconds, her lips slightly parted as if she were about to say something else but couldn't quite decide what, staring up at him with her big brown eyes. He couldn't tell if she was blushing or not, but her silence and expression was more than enough for him.

With a slightly smug smile, he gestured for the piano bench with an elegant flourish.

"Shall we?"

"Yes! I mean... I guess I can stay for a a little while..."

Grace sat down and he followed suit, his fingers immediately finding the keys and pressing softly, not to make a sound yet. A quick glance let him know that Grace was feeling curious, as far as he could tell by the way she looked on, expectantly.

"I'll play one of my favorite pieces now" Aiden announced, with a deep relaxed sound. "Tell me if you recognize it. It's okay if you don't."

And with that, he let his fingers glide flawlessly across the keys, pressing each of them at the exact moment, hitting the right note quite literally. His eyes closed without him even noticing, concentrating only on the melody, and what it made him feel.

The same feeling he got when he played that song for the first time with an audience. He remembered how nervous he felt at first and how relieved he felt when he finished. His parents smiling proudly from their seats, the audience giving him a standing ovation, people around commenting on how talented he was for such a young age.

He loved the praise. He was good, excellent even, at what he was doing. So he held on to it as tight as he could. And he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

The song was over before he knew it, and after a few seconds of silence, the sound of clapping made him open his eyes and look up.

"Ohmygod, that was amazing!" Grace was beaming as she clapped, an expression of pure enjoyment on her face. "You're SO talented, like, you didn't even need to look at the keys...!"

Aiden could feel himself beam right back, a sense of both pride and joy making him feel almost giddy. He really did love audiences, especially if they gave him the praise he rightfully deserved, and secretly craved.

"Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed, feeling himself blush but, for the first time in weeks, not out of embarrassment. He sighed as he came down from cloud nine, caressing the keys absentmindedly. "This is the song I played at my first recital, when I was six. Whenever I play it, it takes me right back. Like no recording or picture ever could."

Grace watched him silently for a few seconds, and as he didn't add anything else, she smiled playfully before speaking.

"By that you're saying there's no recording or pictures of that moment?"

He nodded. She sighed dramatically.

"Well, that sucks. I really wanted to see baby Aiden" she admitted with a shrug, before gasping, as if she just had remembered something. "Oh! I did recognize that song!"

"Really? What is it called?"

"It's Mozart's Sonata 16 in C... my mom used to play it a lot when I was a kid. She would teach me how to play too, we'd play together for hours..."

Aiden was about to comment on her knowledge, but he could hear the nostalgia in her voice, and see it in her eyes when she looked at him again. She smiled again, a bit less enthusiastically.

"Mind if I try playing something?"

"Of course not" he stood up almost immediately, and she took his place in front of the piano, with a sigh. "What are you going to play?"

"The only song I can play from memory, in piano at least" she muttered, taking a deep breath. She gave him a slightly abashed look. "I'm a bit rusty... so it may not be that good. Definitely not as good as you."

And right after that, she began playing. It took him only a second to recognize the melody. Beethoven's Bagatelle in A minor, one of the first songs he ever learned. He started pacing silently as he listened, noticing the slight mistakes she was making, and biting his tongue to keep himself from interrupting.

When the song came to an ending, his pacing did the same, and he stood now in front of the piano, watching her with his hands behind his back. Grace looked up at him after a moment, and gave him a tiny smile.

"It was terrible, I know. But hey, at least I tried!"

"It wasn't terrible. It wasn't perfect either. It was decent" he said then, and he was being as honest as he could without being rude. "When was the last time you played?"

Grace shifted a bit on her seat, looking away.

"Three or four years ago."

"Then it's impressive! You just need more practice... and a better posture."

Aiden rounded the piano and stood right behind her. He studied her current posture for a few more seconds before nodding to himself.

"Keep your back straight. Loose your shoulders" he started instructing, and Grace did her best to follow his lead. "Keep the palm of your hand curved."

That part gave her a bit more trouble. She was trying, for sure, but it wasn't quite right. Aiden sighed and leaned down, placing his hands on hers to help her.

"Like this, as if you’re holding an apple" he said in her ear, placing her hands above the keys in the correct position. "Also remember to place your elbows a bit higher than the keyboard, in a comfortable distance from--"

A giggle interrupted his impromptu lesson.

When they looked up, they could see a pair or blonde girls at the door, watching them intently. Emma covered her mouth while Callie glared at her.

"I'm sorry! I can't help it... I see a cute couple, I giggle."

Just then Aiden realized the position he was in, and how close they were. He immediately stood straight and took a few steps back, clearing his throat. He was blushing intensely.

"I, uh, I think you're good to go..."

"Yeah, literally... I'm their ride" Grace explained with a smile, apparently not as embarrassed as him.

Callie stepped inside with an almost apologetic smile.

"Oh, no! It's okay!" she exclaimed then, shrugging casually. "We can walk! It'll be a good exercise for two cheerleaders!"

"We didn't make the squad yet..."

"But we will, Emma, just trust me!"

Grace laughed as she stood up, stretching her arms for a moment as she shook her head slightly.

"Nah, it's all good. Just gimme a few minutes, okay?" she asked with a wink, and the two girls exchanged looks before nodding, exiting the room.

Silence reigned for a moment, as she grabbed her bag to hang it on her shoulder, turning to him with a smile.

"This was nice. Let's do it again sometime."

Aiden didn't really know how to reply at first. He wasn't used to interacting with someone as forthright as her. He nodded, cheeks still rosy.

"I would like that."

"Cool. See you Monday" she simply said, heading for the door. She stopped for a second, right at the threshold. "And by the way, I really like your cologne."

Grace winked mischievously right before walking out of the room, leaving him standing there in silence, his face burning red.

His phone vibrated after a minute or two. A FaceSpace notification from Myra.

She had posted a picture of a black cat dressed in a suit, paws placed on the keys of a piano. It had a caption, of course:

"Aiden Zhou is that you? 😂😂😂"

He rolled his eyes and was ready to ignore the post when he saw three dots moving in the comment section, which meant someone was writing. A new comment appeared.

"Grace Ashton said: 7/10 not as talented 😌👌"

He wasn't able to stop smiling for the next few hours.

FaceSpace wasn't that bad. Not at all.

But what can I say, about something that blows me away Without it sounding like another cliche From what I’ve seen and I’ve heard, When it comes to you, baby

There are no, there are no words

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The Dog - Chapter 7

Fandom: Vikings Characters: Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk, OC (However brief they appear.) UbbexOC Rating: This is Mature content with multiple trigger warnings on a range of subjects.

A/N: A big thank you to @murmelinchen as always, she is a star. Thank you so much to those still following the story. I’ve rearranged the tags and removed some that I feel don’t want to be tagged or haven’t interacted with any of the other chapters. I don’t want to be that asshole. Apart from that asshole to my besties who will be tagged regardless... heh <3

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The sweet drink in her hand was addictive, and for the first time, Avery felt uncaring, not anxious as usual. The same slave girl kept returning to refill her cup, to the point Avery began stopping her when she passed for more. The room grew rambunctious, louder, people falling where they stood dead asleep.

Avery's world became singular. An unfocused zoom in and out when she concentrated hard enough. And that's when she felt that it was time to leave. It made her suddenly unwell, not the fun, happy tingling she once had. She fled for the stairs, holding onto the bannister, and taking them one at a time. She would alternate between peering behind her and holding her head as her vision danced. Flashes of faces, eyes, mouths open wide and laughing. The second floor appeared like it warped from left to right. Noises, strange noises, that grew louder when she reached the sleeping quarters. The doors were open, bodies writhing, women naked and lying with men. Shadows of people gathered in the corridor, and she passed, noticing how they stared away from their kisses and whispered towards her.

It had the warmth and appearance of a sinful Hell, but not the identity, because it was a twisted love instead.

She stumbled and eventually found the door she recognised, turning the handle. But she wasn't alone. Candlelight flickered and she stood with her back to the door for a moment, a voyeur to two, her eyes glued to the way the muscles moved on the man's back as he thrust slowly into a slave who was watching her. Lazily the girl reached out, the man unaware, towards Avery.

Too drunk, Avery stumbled to where she had slept previously, landing ungracefully among the throws.

She stared up with the sway of drink in her mind, whispering, "It's not ooh bear," and found she was strangely relieved.

Morning arrived too quick to Avery's dismay. Rays of sunshine broke into the room from the smallest opening of a window. It burned into her face, across her eyes, and it was evil, painfully dosed with reality. She stretched, dozily peering towards bodies occupying the bed, an arm fallen from the side.

"It wasn't a dream," she spoke quietly, checking to see if she really was awake now. From outside voices echoed, clunking, chopping more specifically. It didn't rouse the two still tightly entwined in the slightest, and Avery found it fair to make her leave without disturbing them.

She covered her shoulders and made her way back through the now empty corridor, out onto the second-floor platform where she could see the great hall in a much calmer state. They were obviously feeling the effects of last night too as most ate quietly. She got to the top of the stairs and a slave girl from the tables rushed up to meet her.

"Avery?"

She eyed her with suspicion and nodded. Her throat was so dry she had to clear it. "Erm… Yes."

"I am Indra. Come with me." Indra took her hand and led her back towards the quarters. They entered a room at the furthest end, being welcomed into what seemed like a sauna. The fireplace was stacked to capacity, pots boiling and steaming, and women, some of those dressed like warriors. The slave girls combed their hair, washed their feet and helped dressing them.

Too busy staring at the room, Avery had not noticed that Indra had snuck behind her. Pulling the throw from her shoulders, arms around her to untie her dress, she was respectful but fast, already yanking the heavy fabric off and down to her undershirt.

"Take it off, Avery. We will wash it for you."

She complied and Indra pulled at her clothes until she was bare, standing in a room full of washing women with only her hands for cover. She watched in misery as her clothes, her sole belongings, were slung into the water, knowing how long they would take to dry.

Indra watched her standing in awkwardness, spoke quickly in their tongue to a girl crouching next to her, and dried her hands on her skirt. "You think this is strange?" she asked while approaching.

Avery noticed she had pretty eyes, blue as the sea, hair golden like the light hitting wheat in the summer. Then it struck her, she recognised Indra as the one Ubbe's brother had been staring at. "I won't lie. It is, a little."

Indra walked around her slowly, touching her dark hair that hung to the middle of her back, her arm littered with goosebumps, stopping at a scar along her hip. "You are our Christian girl. You are not what I thought."

"You speak well," said Avery, eyes following her scouring.

"Of course." Indra smiled, slipping her hand into Avery's and coaxing her to a vacant tub. "It is ready."

The water was warm, fragrant, a relief for her foggy mind. She let Indra wash her, closing her eyes to the calming sounds from around the room.

"They speak of you with great words. And I don't doubt that there will be a tale of your pledge with us Vikings."

"I didn't pledge to anybody," Avery snapped. "I was forced. Like you are forced to-"

"Do not let anger steal your tongue. I am not forced and willing to serve under our rightful princes, to take a land to grow a Kingdom. I have my own mind." Indra squeezed the rag and then began cleaning her neck. "I don't speak harshly, I speak the truth only." Indra looked towards the door, smiling at the girl entering with women's clothing and waved her over. "New dresses for our Christian woman," Indra said and nodded at the other girl before she took her leave.

It surprised Avery greatly, almost to the point of suspicion. "You treat me too kindly."

Indra smiled to herself, tilting her head. "I am not the only one." Avery frowned and she giggled softly. "I was asked to help you this morning," she clarified. "I waited for you to rise. His description was very good."

"Ooh bear..." Avery guessed, almost whispering under her breath.

"Ubbe," she corrected quickly, meeting Avery's eyes finally, filled with mirth. "I see why you are so enchanting. Fiery, and sweet. I see it is real too. Is it true you scarred Hendrick, our greatest warrior?"

"And gladly," she said, pressing her lips into a thin line.

Indra giggled again, finding a jug to pour over her head. "There will be tales. Now, let us hurry. The water is growing cold."

A new dress, no matter how plain, held a sentiment to Avery. She remembered a time when she had to make do in literal rags before; torn and muddied until picked up by a Christian garrison. It felt heavenly in the clean robes, skin clear and lotioned with a mint ointment for various bruises she'd obtained along the way offering immediate relief.

Something she'd learnt is that Indra liked to talk - a lot. She somehow became her lingering other half, taking her to the hall to eat, translating conversations and including her. But Avery remained wrapped in upon her own thoughts. She rolled a crumb across the table and interrupted Indra's long drawl to another slave.

"Where's ooh bear?"

The other slave laughed and Indra tapped the girl on the shoulder before facing Avery. "You want to see him?"

"No," she lied. "I just wanted to know if he's… around." In a way she did, he was her sanctuary in this strange world of Vikings. Could she rely on their deal of safety if he wasn't there?

Indra's smile grew wider. "Well, my lady, today is your lucky day." She stood up and Avery frowned in confusion. "Come with me."

"Where?"

"Outside, of course." Indra linked her arm and pulled her up. "One thing we like to do after such long journeys and successful plunder is a game of sorts. Many games… Games that still help with battle. It is sometimes violent." Indra hummed. "Ubbe will be there, with our great Sandarr who led us safely across your land to join you." She pushed open one of the double doors out into the courtyard. There wasn't a breeze, barely a chill from the suntrap of the stone and fortified walls.

Avery half expected to see bodies littered, but there was nothing. And it was alive. The clunking was a man working with fire and steam. Groups of people gathered in conversation all around. Indra led her through them all, to the back of the main Keep, a grassed area, where a man-made ring encircled those sparring. To the side were recent opponents drinking, gesturing expressively with loud voices, small playful wounds being wrapped.

The sun stung her eyes as she looked up towards the wall, seeing it patrolled by Vikings now, casting glimpses down towards the jousting. The crowd roared, scaring Avery to a halt. Indra smiled her sacred smile and prompted her forward again.

Avery became anxious. "Indra, tell me what you meant by princes?"

"You heard that?" she said slyly. "My mistake. They are brothers of the King now. But it is a long story. I can still recite it for you if you so wish."

It only continued to confuse her further. "You talk of ooh bear and-"

"Hvitserk? Yes."

Avery almost bit her lip in self-loathing. She had known from the start there was something peculiar about their treatment, how they held themselves in their disheveled society. "Tell me more, a little more."

"Their youngest brother rules Kattegat, our home. He is Ivar, the boneless. He is the one most feared. There were five brothers. One is dead, killed by Ivar himself. The other, Bjorn, is missing. They say he fled to the Mediterranean. But who is 'they'? Such things can't be known."

"The youngest brother to rule is… " Avery tripped and Indra held her closer, continuing their slow walk towards a lean-to. "...Well, it's not how it goes."

"Usually no. It's a new world. The God's favoured Ivar and his army. Ivar spared Ubbe. And here we are today, stronger than ever. Is that what you mean by telling you 'a little'?"

"Spared him?"

"They had their differences, my lady." Indra peered over her shoulder at her, a slight hesitance. "Do not think too badly. It is the past."

"Okay," she agreed, trying to tame her mountain of questions, and opted for a different subject altogether. "Do you fight? Are you a warrior woman?"

Indra burst out laughing. "I am not a shieldmaiden. I am a translator, a slave, a lover."

"To who?"

"Many."

Avery almost choked and paled considerably. "Do they ask you to… you know, openly ask for permission to lie with you?"

"Yes," said Indra. "Do your men not ask?"

"We are usually husband and wife before that." Avery kept her head down, recounting all the things she had learned with Benedict Biscop and as a child growing up in strict Christianity. "It is said that sex before marriage is sinful. That sexual immorality is sinful. Being husband and wife permits you to fulfil your passions in a moral way." She could almost hear him preach, word for word.

They finally stopped walking and Indra giggled with half the effort she had used before, shrugging her shoulders with a touch of pity. "What a funny story."

"It wasn't meant to be a-" Avery tried to rectify but was interrupted by a loud voice speaking to the crowd. A new round was starting in the ring, and as a parting cleared, she saw Ubbe with his brother and a few others. He had a drink in his hand, dirtied. He wore the leathers; straps crossing his chest, fixed around his arms, but not the usual tunic. There was a change to his usually relaxed stature. It was obvious he had been fighting and was animated, spirited from whatever game he'd participated in.

Indra brought them right up to his side, and he turned, a quirk at the side of his mouth when he saw Avery. "You have come to see Viking leisure, stulka?"

"I haven't seen much so far."

He wiped his mouth, watching as Indra let Avery go and slinked away. "No? That is a shame. I feel there is a lot of shame passing between us lately."

There was a rather silent moment that had Avery looking away to a roar from the ring, the sunlight bright but a sharp chill in the air that hit her face. "I have thought no more on it." She twisted her hands into the layers of her dress and finally met his eyes. "Last night I saw a lot of leisure."

"It's tradition to celebrate victories, however small."

"Tell me, do you pray for the people you kill? Are they seen as nothing?"

"We offer to the God's and they choose our path," he said just as sharp.

"And where's Benedict?"

Ubbe chuckled to himself. "You're like a storm coming from the sea, immediately angry when it sees the land. You should learn manners and patience. But as they say, roses have thorns." He went to turn away, and with Avery already kicking herself for being so rude - but torn, not wanting to accept she'd lost in the long haul, she reached out and stopped him.

"Ooh bear, I'm sorry." And she meant it, truly. "Everything is unfamiliar to me at the moment." She took a second to gather her thoughts. The fresh air helped, giving a sense of rawness she probably wouldn't have delved into under normal circumstances.

"With what I've seen, what happened to my village, I find it hard to turn the other cheek and forget it all. Everything is changing so fast, I feel like I can't breathe with a block of guilt stuck in my throat. That I can't think because my choices reject my religion. That I'm here, a Christian woman with the Northmen. I've eaten with them, I've bathed with them, I talk with them… I hate them. But a little less every day." Under her fingertips she felt the slickness from his skin; a sweat dusted with the dirt but didn't care. For the first time, she saw the bare skin of his arms closely; the indentation of defined muscle, veined, scarred.

"Therefore, I hate myself," she finished and let him go, realising how hard her fingers had dug into him and tried to smile. "And for some reason, I don't hate you. Well, at least, it's getting harder to every day." She felt a weight shift from her shoulders.

"I understand, stulka."

The crowd howled again, ending the match, and subtly ending their woes at the same time. Behind Ubbe, Avery could see Hendrick pumping himself up and flexing his arms, short sword in hand, making his way towards them. It must have been her reaction that had Ubbe turn. "Hendrick," he said in greeting.

"What do you say, Ubbe?" He spoke in her language specifically, so she could understand. "You want to go a round with me? Show them all that puppy training they had you do back in Kattegat?" He sneered an impossibly wide smile and caught Avery in his sights. "Well, look who scrubs up to reasonable standards. Quite impressive."

Ubbe bit his bottom lip, letting his head fall back as he eyed him, staying thoughtfully mute.

"Why don't we make it more interesting? I get you down, the Christian woman eats with me tonight at the hall. I think she wants that." He jutted the sword to indicate her and Avery stepped behind Ubbe, very much like she did the first time she met him.

"I will not!" she hissed.

Ubbe stayed silently tense for a few long seconds. "Better get my sword," he said like it was any normal daily activity.

With Ubbe walking away with a confident gait, it left Hendrick to gloat at her. "Soon," he said, pinching a piece of her hair and pulling it, then taking off towards the ring, slapping his chest and warming up.

Indra reappeared and guided her away, walking to join the crowd where they had a better view. "I don't want to watch. I can't take the wait," Avery pleaded.

"One thing you should know, my lady. Hendrick is a mighty warrior, one of our best. But the saying goes 'Never fight Ubbe'."

Both warriors made their way to the middle, clinked their swords together, and Hendrick turned for cheers, raising his arms to be hailed. Ubbe stood calmly, looking over to Hvitserk who bellowed something. And it was at that moment Hendrick stormed towards him with his back turned. Ubbe just caught the sword, and Avery began to wonder if that amount of force was usual. She was sure that they could actually kill each other.

They scuffled for the most part, their actions growing far more meaningful. Ubbe caught Hendrick's arm with the blade and paused, a growl emitting from Hendrick's throat as he swung time and time again, pushing Ubbe to the outer circle. It seemed he knew his space was closing in, and went for the legs, disregarding the sword in his hand and tackled him, picking him up through the air and letting Hendrick thump to the ground.

Hendrick's sword clattered away and he got up. By all means, the match was officially over, but he ran at Ubbe, breathless, roaring as he did, and missed from a simple sidestep. The crowd laughed at Hendrick's mouth full of dirt, and men entered the circle, Hvitserk first, patting Ubbe on the shoulder and giving him a jug of ale which he downed on the spot, letting it spill down his chest as he shouted thickly to Hendrick with his arms out each side of him.

"What did he say?" Avery asked.

Indra was frowning, then a smirk rose on her face. "He said, 'she will not'."

A small sense of happiness fluttered in her stomach that she couldn't understand the meaning of. Here, she was a captive, being rough-housed into a Viking gathering; insulted, hurt, manipulated in so many ways. But yet, it was hard to retain a smile. Somebody fought for her, solely her with no other intentions than to keep her safe from the clutches of another. She couldn't remember when the last time was, if ever, that anyone had fought so valiantly, just for her.

"Do you want to stay a little longer? They will change to a different game now," said Indra over Avery's thoughts.

"Yes. Yes, I do." She felt exhilarated.

It was a far more civilised night. The games from the day having worn out the energetic blood and sending some to their beds early. There was a low hum from voices of those that were left, the Keep's main hall dim and people taking to vacant places calmly. The flames around the room glowed in arrays of orange and yellow, casting shadows along the walls. The great fire crackled softly in the background forming a pleasant temperature.

Avery had been listening to a conversation between Ubbe, Hvitserk, Indra, and a few faces she didn't know, not understanding a word but enjoying the interaction and animated way they talked. She could guess what they were saying, but that was all.

She witnessed Hvitserk finally shuffling closer to Indra the more the night drew on, to the point Indra was almost in his lap and involved in their own private conversation together. Avery's eyes began to droop when suddenly Hvitserk stood with Indra's legs curled around his waist and walked them up the large steps towards the sleeping quarters.

Ubbe chuckled and threw down some bread on the table. "Hump first, talk later."

Avery still had a bewildered expression, scoffing towards the table. She sat the same side as him, almost touching but not quite. He caught a passing girl, spoke quickly, then flicked his head for Avery to follow him. She did, noticing the light catching on the braids in his hair she hadn't noticed, assuming they were made earlier that day.

They entered their room where they had been sleeping, without any unexpected guests this time. Avery went to the furs laid out on the floor while Ubbe stepped up to the bed, disturbed by a slave bringing warm water and setting it down next to him. He pulled out his tunic from his pants and tugged it off, shedding his belt and boots. Avery pretended not to watch, unfastening her laces and kicking off her shoes.

He placed the bucket on a stand by the bed and cupped his hands, bringing them up to his face. As he moved his back rippled, donning the scars and marks, bruises of sorts. It was sensual in the fact that she'd witnessed something so similar the previous night, and it made it more clear in her mind to imagine it was him.

Ubbe used the rag to clean himself. And it took her a long time to pluck up the courage. She told herself it was expected, like the slave girls would, and didn't see any perpetual enticement from it. "Do you need help?"

Ubbe nodded and took a seat on the bed, leaving his legs wide and relaxed. Avery dipped the rag into the water and went to wipe the side of his face before he snatched her wrist. "Are you tricking me?" he asked.

"No." She kept his eyes for reassurance and then dabbed at the dirt covering his face. The tension eased when she wiped down to his chin, through his short beard, where he lifted his head and exposed his neck. Droplets ran down his chest and she caught them, feeling his eyes on her. Running the rag along his collarbone, over his shoulders, she suddenly felt a blaze of fire in her stomach; a memory from the past whizzed past, and she threw the rag in the bucket. "Okay, we are finished now."

Ubbe grabbed her wrist, a little gentler than before. "I feel you shaking. Whatever has happened to you in the past, Avery, will not happen again."

"The future is uncertain. Don't tell me lies to comfort me."

In a rush he stood up, fingers sliding into the back of her hair, forehead against hers. Her breath grew shallow, hands on his chest while they stumbled on the spot together in a wayward embrace. His actions signalled wanting, solace; hers, caution, fear.

Avery's mouth went dry and she swallowed, her voice coming out in the smallest whisper. "Do not pity me."

"Does this look like pity?" His voice was a low rumble in his chest.

She felt his breath on her face, making her hair dance, his thumb soothing. "Then forgiveness, because I am unsure." She stepped back, Ubbe releasing her without much resistance. "Your expectations of our arrangement seem to blind you."

"I don't have any expectations for you. And if I did, you've broken them."

"I am your captive." Avery held her forehead, arm tucked across her chest in frustration, pacing one or two steps back and forth.

Ubbe took a place back on the bed and gestured towards the door. "Then leave."

"I can't just-"

"Then forget the idea of being a captive. While we are on the subject - to be a lot clearer, take this -" From his belt discarded on the floor, he unsheathed a knife. "- and do your worst. Get revenge for all the bad things I have done to you."

The moment he put it in her hand, she let it clatter to the floor. What personal plight rather than striking a deal had he really done? And this deal they had bargained over, what care did she have for it anymore? Benedict sure wasn't on her list of high priorities. She had no one to fight for, to safe keep. And he was incredibly right before, Christian men didn't care. She didn't exist to anybody. Nobody would search for her. And so far, her prayers all remained unanswered.

"Go ahead," he prompted. "I have done a lot of bad things. You should kill me now before I do anything worse to this world. I could kill you? You better rid of me just to be sure." Avery could only stare, her body shaking. "Or, we could just... go to sleep?" He pouted at her, shrugging. "And put this in the past with all the other things. Start over?"

Avery became more serious, crouched down to pick up the knife, holding it out in front of her as she slowly made the little distance between them. She got so close, she was able to hold it to the soft skin of his stomach until the point brushed against him, and he sucked in a quick breath.

"If I ran would you search for me?"

He flickered between her eyes, transfixed, slightly narrowing them before nodding, an emphasis on the words, "I would."

Avery laid the knife on the side next to the bucket, gathered her dress and climbed onto the bed, to the spare side. "Then we shall sleep," she said and covered herself with the furs.

It was a basement, dark in the depths of the old kitchens where they held Benedict. With Ubbe's permission, salted with distaste, he'd allowed Avery to go and see him. Last night had brought back many memories to her mind, and she needed to set some of the conflicted thoughts to rest.

The moment she entered, she found him half sat up against the furthest wall, blinking from the light. He began to crawl, with purpose, just making it to her feet before the ropes snapped and stopped him. He let his fingers curl around the end of her shoe.

Avery tried to keep her composure from the moment he looked up into her eyes. "Avery! Where have you been?" It was more of a demand than a question. And when she didn't reply straight away, he snorted. "Do I need to guess?"

"Father Benedict, my situation is an act upon my own person-"

"Don't even start with trying to rectify the wrong you have done, and are doing. What you should be doing is trying to free me. What use do they have?"

Avery took a deep breath, nodding for Indra to leave them, Ubbe running a hand over his mouth as he paced in the background. The guard outside closed the door for their privacy. "They won't free you. If I asked for it, they would more than likely kill you now. Your welcome is slim - slimming every day."

He grunted and fell back upon his painful feet, panting. "You must free me."

"How? How do you suggest I do that. Even if I could, I couldn't drag you. You can't walk."

"Don't mock me!" he roared, and Avery grimaced, looking at the door. "There will be justice. My fellow churchmen will not save you. Not if I had anything to say about it. I would order your execution; a punishment for all your wrong doings because God can't save you now you have run with the pagans. I would see you nailed, screaming for mercy like you should. You should be begging for mercy from God. And, as you have done, he will not heed you."

"God didn't save me." She crouched, spitting the words between her teeth. "I saved myself. I saved you! Don't talk about my abandonment!"

"Your mind is already poisoned," he said with mirth.

"This isn't about religion. I will not let you guilt me with it either. I came to see how you were, whether there was anything I could do - not that they want me to do anything for you. But you were so eager to damn my entire existence." She glanced at his feet. "I say good day, and advise you to start using your prayers to beg your feet don't rot from the bone. Because they smell like they are."

"God damn you!" Avery flinched back to a stand. "You're only in a better position because you have a cunt between your legs!"

Avery jumped from the door swinging open, and Ubbe stormed in, picking Benedict off the ground by his scruff and holding him against the wall. "I don't know why we waste our time with you."

"Stop!" Avery tried, grabbing his shoulder, but he shrugged her away. "Stop! I won't see him killed."

Benedict whimpered from the weight of standing on his feet. "Heathens," he coughed. "All of you."

Ubbe dropped him in a heap, grabbing Avery as he left, almost swinging her around. Indra followed far behind as they reached outside, where he spun her. "I've done what you've asked and you still see a reason to keep him here? After what he said?"

"I can't damn him like that."

"And we can't release him. Not only will he tell of what's happened. He will more than likely create rumours far worse. What hold does he have on you?"

She pulled her arm away haughtily, out of his grip. "I owe him my life."

"You've returned it. Now there is nothing for him. His feet can't be saved and they speak of amputation. What do you think he'd rather?"

"He's lost sight of hope. That is all."

"And what do you think will happen to him in years to come?"

It was a sudden stab to her chest. "Years?"

Ubbe sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "I was trying to create a time for you to think about. I don't know how long we will travel for."

"So there has been news? About what's happening?"

His posture eased. "We have moved upon East Anglia. The battle is continuing there as we speak. Another marches south. Do you not know the rumours reaching every part of your country?"

"I've always been kept far from it." Avery felt suddenly stupid. "And how would I know anyway apart from what you tell me?"

"As we move, a man decides it is the right moment to take his claim as King. King of England. To unite the lands, a Christian country, while fending off our army. This land lays in ruins." He paused, frowning. "In my eyes, it is a smart move." She didn't understand, about to ask before he continued, "Our war shows that the lands should be united, rather than Earl's and Lord's trying to defend their land individually."

"And Northumbria?"

"Will be ours," he said confidently.

Avery bit her lip, hair flicking against her face from the breeze. "And me?"

"You are mine," he said just as fiercely. "If that is what you decide. But in Viking rules, I have claimed you and shall do what I want with you."

She didn't know whether to be shocked or pleased or fearful, her blood rushing to her cheeks, bashful of his boldness. "Oh."

He sniffed and walked away. Avery's eyes settled on Indra who only smiled at her knowingly before she beckoned her to join her.

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