#when I understood the movie from the first viewing *dances around the room*
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Film Queer 2024 in a nutshell (on Mubi January 31st)
#thanks Mister Starkey *tips hat*#that’s it that’s the story it’s that simple#stand by for the queue#queer#film: queer 2024#queer 2024#drew starkey#eugene allerton#I’m leaving this here for reasons#when I understood the movie from the first viewing *dances around the room*#this is what I try to say in my short stories about leegene like it was obvious from the film#that’s how I saw it from start to finish like it was pretty obvious#he looks nothing like Allerton irl it’s great quite the chameleon
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chapter seven Hiori and Miss Journalist share more than just a passionate night, opening up about their relationship and the uncertain future that lies ahead. blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader, suggestive nsfw masterlist
After the heated confrontation on the JFA party balcony, the two of you decided to run into the night.
The music and laughter echoed behind as you navigated through the crowd on the dance floor, weaving past a sea of bodies. Like mischievous teenagers sneaking away, you let Hiori sweep you away, his hand clasping yours tightly as both of you shared hushed giggles on your way out.
Your heart races, feeling the adrenaline course through your veins. But you know it’s not just from running but from the familiar excitement between you both.
A cab ride later, you arrive at Hiori’s apartment. The complex sat in a quiet neighborhood, far removed from the relentless chaos of the city. As the elevator hums upward, Hiori’s touch grows bolder. His lips find yours, his hands exploring you with an eagerness that leaves you wanting more.
By the time you reach his door, you’re tangled in each other, his kisses fervent, his hand cradling the back of your head while he fumbles with his keys.
“Maybe we should get inside first,” you murmur between kisses, barely managing the words.
“Nah, I like it this way,” he replies with a grin against your lips, his hand sliding to the small of your back to pull you closer.
When the door finally opens, the two of you stumble inside, breaking apart only long enough for him to catch your hand. He leads you further in, fingers intertwined.
Hiori’s apartment was modest but inviting. The living room is tidy, the furniture simple. Beneath a large TV, a PS5 sat neatly in its place, its controllers perfectly arranged. Everything else spoke of practicality rather than extravagance.
You couldn’t help but think of other athletes his age, often swept up in the luxury their careers afford them. Big houses in exclusive neighborhoods. Sleek sports cars. Designer furniture. Wardrobes filled with high-end brands. Nights spent clubbing, jet-setting, and entertaining an ever-rotating cast of partners.
But Hiori’s different. Even before stepping into his home, you’ve sensed it in the way he carries himself. And it even bleeds into his home. Simple, thoughtful choices define his home, save for the pockets of indulgence: the gaming setup and a few shelves lined with football memorabilia.
“Make yerself at home. I’ll grab ya some water,” Hiori calls out, disappearing into the kitchen.
You wander towards the balcony, drawn by the expansive window that frames the city skyline. Sliding the glass door open, you step outside, the cool night air wrapping around you. The city stretches before you, vibrant and alive, but softened by distance. Above it all, the moon hung luminous, bathing the world in silver light.
You can’t help but pull out your phone to capture the moment. The city below felt worlds away, a far cry from the relentless energy of your own apartment (that you share with a college friend), where even behind closed doors, the unsleeping city’s energy seems to reach and breathe life into.
But here, in Hiori’s quiet home, you feel safe from the usual chaos you live in every day.
“The moon’s real pretty tonight, don’tcha think?” Hiori’s voice breaks the quiet as he joins you on the balcony, a glass of water in hand. His gaze isn’t on the city or the moon—it’s on you.
He reaches for a stray strand of your hair, absently twisting it between his fingers.
“It is,” you reply softly, eyes on the horizon. “It’s... breathtaking.”
To him, though, it wasn’t the moon or the view that captivates him. It’s you.
The moonlight softens your features, erasing the tension he knows you carry. He never understood when books and movies talk about being completely stunned by someone’s beauty. He never did.
But somehow, you basking under the moonlight got his heart pounding, he swore it would leap out of his chest.
In that moment, you look at peace, and he wants nothing more than to etch this image of you into his memory.
You finally face him and when you reach for the water, he smirks and pulls it away. Raising the glass to his lips, he takes a sip but doesn't swallow. Instead, his free hand slides to the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.
Caught off guard, you felt the cold rush of water spill into your mouth. You gulp instinctively, then gasp when he pulls back, a boyish grin lighting up his face.
“What was that?” you ask, half-laughing, half-stunned.
“Just somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ to try.” he shrugs, brushing a stray droplet from your lips with his thumb.
The two of you go back inside and you finish drinking the remaining water in the glass. After placing the now-empty glass on the coffee table, Hiori catches your hand again, this time pressing soft kisses along your fingers, your palm, your wrist. Each touch grows hungrier and draws you closer to him, pulling you toward his open bedroom door.
Compared to the simple living room, Hiori’s bedroom offers a more vivid glimpse into who he is. It’s still nothing fancy but the first thing you notice is the sleek, high-end PC setup in the corner. The multi-screen rig and glowing keyboard look like something out of a tech enthusiast’s dream. You can’t help but wonder how many months of your salary you’d need to build something even half as impressive.
The soft glow from his wide-screen monitors lights up the room. Its screensaver displays a scene from a game you don’t recognize. Posters and shelves line the walls, filled with a mix of manga, books, and meticulously arranged character figures. Your gaze lingers on a strikingly detailed 2B and 9S pair. When you look closer, you spot a familiar keychain.
It’s a small 2B that matches the 9S one he gave you before you guys stopped talking to each other.
“Ya can look around,” Hiori says, his voice low and amused. He sits on the edge of his neatly made king-size bed, watching you with a mix of curiosity and an almost shy anticipation.
You wander towards his manga collection, fingers lightly brushing along the spines as you read through the titles. When you pause and open one, your eyebrows lift slightly. It’s a shoujosei title, and the mature, steamy panels on the page catch you off guard.
Hiori notices and shifts a little, a hint of nervousness creeping into his expression. He’s never felt this self-conscious before. Talking about his interests with you had always felt easy, but now, with you here in the flesh, seeing it all up close, he wonders:
Does she think it’s weird? Childish? Too much?
It’s not like he’s inexperienced. He’s dated before, even hooked up with others in the past. But he’s never brought anyone home. The thought of sharing this space with someone had always felt too personal.
And yet, after kissing you on the balcony, he knew he couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else bringing you home. The very memory of Reo asking you out sends a fresh wave of irritation through him.
“Hey,” Hiori calls, casually pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion. “Something caught yer eye?”
Startled, you snap the book shut and turn toward him. Warmth blooms across your face as your eyes land on the now half-naked midfielder, his lean, toned torso illuminated by the monitor’s soft light. He pats the space beside him, smirking slightly.
It’s one thing seeing him all sweaty and his jersey sticking into his body during games. But being up close, behind closed doors and seeing his toned torso got you holding your breath for no good reason.
You shrug off his cardigan and drape it over his gaming chair before walking towards him.
“You’ve got some impressive collections,” you say, attempting to sound casual. “I’m kind of jealous.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Ya don’t think it’s childish?”
Hiori’s hand finds yours, and before you can answer, he gently tugs you onto his lap.
“I—uh… no,” you manage, a little flustered. “It’s very… you. But I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who reads shoujosei. Especially the, um, adult-rated ones.”
You shift slightly, unsure of your own weight, but Hiori’s hands steady you. His grip is firm, and his thumbs trace slow circles on your hips through the fabric of your trousers.
“Well,” he says, his tone light and teasing, “What can I say? M’just a cultured kinda guy.”
Your arms wrap around Hiori’s neck, pulling him closer as his hands find your waist. His touch is firm yet hesitant, as though he's afraid to push too far.
Before you can process it, you tug your top over your head and toss it aside. In one smooth motion, he flips you onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours. The mattress sinks beneath your weight as he moves to unbutton your trousers, sliding them off and leaving you in nothing but a matching set of black lingerie. His gaze lingers, taking in the sight of you in nothing but your underwear.
Hiori stands briefly to shimmy out of his pants, leaving only his boxers. He kisses you again and it deepens even further, growing even more bolder. His lips trails down from your mouth to your jawline, then your neck, where he pauses to draw in a deep, shaky breath.
Every touch is deliberate. Firm yet reverent. Like he’s trying to memorize the feel of you beneath his fingers. But at the same time, there’s a certain hunger in his touches that feels restrained, as if he’s holding back. And you feel it too. The tension, the longing.
When his hands slide over your thighs, you instinctively move to cover them, a wave of insecurity about your stretch marks hitting you. But before you can, Hiori gently moves your hands away, leaning down to press soft kisses against the marks. There's a certain tenderness to it that makes your heart ache.
“Yer beautiful,” he murmurs to you, peppering your thighs with light kisses.
His words send a warmth flooding through you, and your heart races. But as his fingers hook around the strap of your bra, he pauses. His forehead rests against yours as he exhales heavily, his breath hot against your skin.
“I don’t want this to be just physical,” he says softly, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want ya thinkin’ this is just for tonight.”
You blink up at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. He looks away, as if afraid of what he might see in your eyes.
You cup his face, gently guiding him back to meet your gaze. “I don’t think that,” you whisper. “And if we’re not ready for this, it’s okay. I’m just happy to be here with you.”
A small, relieved smile plays on his lips. You both chuckle at how awkward and intense things have become, and he pulls you upright so you can lean on his chest.
He exhales, his shoulders relaxing as though a weight has been lifted. Then he begins to talk.
“I’ve never been uninterested in romance,” he admits, his gaze shifting to the window, where the faint glow of moonlight seeps in.
“It’s just… no one’s ever made me feel like it was worth the effort. I liked the quiet and peace of being on my own. Maybe I’ve even convinced myself that I didn’t need anyone. Easier that way.”
You stay silent, your heart tightening as he continues.
“Maybe it’s because of my parents,” he confesses, his voice dipping with a hint of bitterness.
“They’re both Olympic athletes. Together, they’re the perfect story on the outside: power couple, world-class achievers, everything you’d think people dream about. But growing up, I realized their love wasn’t the kind of love that brought happiness. It was convenience.”
He briefly pauses, remembering that night when he found his parents shouting at each other for not doing better to make him the best. His heart twists at the memory of falling down the stairs, the sharp sting of pain in his knee as he fell.
He hadn’t meant to overhear them arguing, but their raised voices were impossible to ignore.
"He’s slacking because you’re too soft on him!" his father had yelled.
"And you’re too harsh! No wonder he looks miserable every day!"
Hiori had stood frozen outside their door, his small hands trembling. He thought playing soccer made them happy, that it brought them closer as a family. But that night, the illusion broke.
"I still remember the exact words," Hiori murmurs, half to himself. "'We can’t waste his potential. He has to be the best.'" He looks away, his jaw tightening.
"I realized that night," Hiori says softly, his voice laced with quiet bitterness, "their love wasn’t real. It was convenient. They stayed together because I was their project—not their son. Not for each other, either. Just… to protect their legacy."
He pauses, the weight of it all settling over him again. What if love really is just a transaction? A compromise? The thought had scared him then, and it still did now.
"I kept playing soccer after that," Hiori continues, his voice steadying.
"Not ‘cause I loved it, but ‘cause I thought it’d keep the family together. That maybe it’d be enough to stop the cracks from showin’. But it never was." He swallows hard, his gaze clouding.
“Soccer stopped being mine. It became theirs. A chore I did for people I didn’t even love anymore.”
His words hang in the air like a confession he’s been holding for years. He hesitates, looking back at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.
“That’s why I’ve always kept people at a distance, even when I tried dating. I just… couldn’t care. I felt detached. Until ya.” His voice softens, but the rawness remains.
“Yer different," he says, his voice low but full of emotion.
"Ya made me wanna know everythin’ about ya. Made me wanna be bothered, be interrupted. I… want ya to look at me. Not anyone else. Just me. I want ya."
For Hiori, this moment feels surreal. It’s been so long since he’s let himself get close to anyone like this. Not just because he’s unwilling, but also because his life as an athlete has left little room for romance.
Between grueling schedules and the endless pursuit of perfection, there was no space for vulnerability—or so he thought.
And then you happened.
You walked into his life and unraveled his carefully constructed walls without even trying. Now, with you here, wrapped in his arms, the raw intimacy feels new, almost overwhelming. He hadn’t realized how much he craved this until now.
“I didn’t know how much I wanted it until I thought I might lose ya.”
He pulls back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he searches your eyes. “Ya scare me,” he admits. “Ya make me feel things I don’t know how to handle.”
The depth of his words stuns you, leaving your chest heavy with emotions you can barely name. Without thinking, you sit up and you lean into him and pull him into a fierce hug. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.
“You scare me too,” you confess, your voice trembling.
“You’re the only one I see. Always have been. I meant every word I said earlier. And I’ll say it a thousand more times if you need me to.”
You pull back slightly, your hands cupping his face as you meet his gaze.
“You’re… unreachable, Hiori. And I can’t even begin to understand what you see in me.”
“It’s hard to explain,” you continue, your own voice faltering under the weight of your honesty.
“You leave me speechless, and yet I could talk about you forever. Getting to know you these past months—through games, through work—it’s felt unreal, like something out of a movie. And that scares me because liking someone like you feels impossible for someone like me.”
His brows furrow, and you see the protest forming on his lips, but you press a gentle kiss there before he can speak.
Hiori reaches up, his hands covering yours as they rest against his cheeks. His eyes meet yours, a flicker of hesitation before he speaks, his voice quieter now but no less steady.
“You don’t have to wonder,” he murmurs. “About what I see in you. All I know is ya make it feel like it’s worth a try. I don’t have all the answers, but… I know I want to try. With ya.”
His words land softly. You don’t respond right away, the air between you thick with unspoken fears and hopes.
Finally, you nod, your lips curving into a small, uncertain smile. “I don’t know if I’m good at this,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I want to try too. With you.”
A small, almost incredulous laugh escapes him, and you feel the tension in his shoulders ease as his hands slide down to rest on your waist. “That’s good enough fer me,” he says softly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a genuine smile.
You both sit there, holding each other, the quiet between you no longer heavy but comforting. The weight of expectations, doubts, and past fears seems to lighten, even if just a little. It’s not perfect—there’s no dramatic declaration, no grand resolution—but it feels real.
And that’s more than either of you had dared to hope for.
The soft rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. You stir, body stretching lazily before realizing Hiori is still sound asleep beside you.
Tangled together, your leg drapes over his, he cradles you against his chest. Peaking thru your lidded eyes, you see his features softened in a rare moment of peace. The sight tugs at her heart, but a glance at the clock reveals it's almost noon.
It’s noon. Shit. You find your phone under the pillow and check your messages. There’s one from your roommate, who’s worried you didn’t come home. Both of you share a GPS tracker on your phones to ensure each other’s safety.
miko: WOMAN I SWEAR TO GOD IF U DONT REPLY I WILL CALL POLICE WHEN IT HITS 24HRS
miko: IS THIS WHERE UR BODY IS BURIED?!
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Attached is a screenshot of your geolocation on the app, your avatar image zoomed in.
miko: if u hooked up with a guy, do a sister a favor and tell me in advance!
miko: also, i want all the details when u get home. stay safe! xoxo
You laugh breathlessly, trying to slip out of Hiori’s arms without waking him. Stealthily, you slide out of bed. You’re still in your underwear, so you decide to grab Hiori’s shirt from the floor and wear it in the meantime.
At this point, you’re already contemplating going home, but you don’t want to leave him so abruptly. Closing the bedroom door behind you, you head to the apartment’s kitchen. Maybe you can cook brunch and eat together before heading home.
The fridge is surprisingly well-stocked. There are eggs, beef, chicken, vegetables, and fruits. The cupboard is filled with cup noodles, chips, and snacks. You decide on a simple but hearty brunch—pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit.
The rhythmic sizzle of the stove fills the apartment, and the aroma wafts into the bedroom. Hiori stirs awake, his hand instinctively reaching for the space beside him—empty.
She’s gone.
Panic rises in his chest as his eyes snap open, heart pounding. Memories of last night flood back, and he bolts upright, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He hurriedly gets up and stumbles into the hallway, his heart racing.
Then, he sees you in the kitchen, wearing his shirt and humming softly as you tidy up the countertops. You’re on your phone, replying to your roommate to inform her that you are indeed alive and kicking. The tension in his body melts instantly, especially when you pout for the camera and snap a quick selfie to send to your roommate as "proof of life," as you call it.
You take the plates and notice him looking a bit dazed.
“You’re up,” you greet him with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind me raiding your kitchen.”
Relief washes over his face, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “Ya scared me. I thought ya left.”
You tilt your head, your expression softening. “Why would I just leave?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks over to stand beside you, his fingers lightly brushing your thigh as he absentmindedly tugs at the hem of the shirt you’re wearing.
“It smells good,” he murmurs, his voice warm against the shell of your ear as he takes a plate from your hands.
You and Hiori sit at the small dining table. Hiori has done the liberty of putting on some sweatpants and a shirt.
Thank God, or he might’ve been my breakfast, you think.
He takes a bite of the pancakes, his expression shifting into one of pleasant surprise.
“This is really good,” he says between bites.
You grin. “Not bad for someone who usually orders takeout, huh?”
You pop a piece of sliced apple into your mouth, watching him while sneaking a quick peek at your phone when it vibrates with a message from your roommate.
Hiori leans back, his eyes lingering on you. “Stay a little longer.” His voice softens, hesitant.
“You don’t have to go home immediately. I just... I don’t want ya feelin’ like ya hafta rush off.”
You smile, your chest tightening with a mix of surprise and affection. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
After brunch, you decide to take a shower. Hiori lends you a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt. The clothes are oversized, practically swallowing your frame, and Hiori can’t help but smile at how cute you look in his clothes.
Once you're done, he takes his turn in the shower, emerging moments later in similar attire—black sweatpants, but he opts for a black hoodie instead.
When he steps into the living room, he finds you on the floor, flipping through old photo albums and yearbooks that he must’ve taken from his home. It’s been years since he’s touched them. You’re currently looking at photos and clippings from his Blue Lock days.
He sits beside you and starts walking you through the memories. There’s one photo of the Blue Lock team celebrating after their victory against the U20 team. Isagi’s arm is slung over his shoulder, pulling him close as they all smile together.
Another photo shows the Bastard Munchen team at the start of the Neo Egoist League. The group is stiff, awkward, but undeniably cute—especially the younger Noel Noa standing in the middle of a group of teenage boys. You spot Hiori between Isagi and Ness, wearing the same jersey, his face deadpan as ever. The boyish energy surrounding him makes it just so endearing.
As Hiori recalls some fun stories behind the photos, you snap pictures of them. When he asks why, you casually answer, “For my personal photo album collection.”
While Hiori fires up the PS5, your eyes catch a familiar cutout. It’s the clipping of the article you first wrote about Bastard Munchen earlier this season. The sight of it brings a nostalgia, and you pause for a moment, letting the emotion wash over you before carefully closing the album.
You both settle onto the couch, deciding to play Overcooked 2. It was meant to be a chill game (Hiori’s words, not yours) but your competitive streak kicks in, and suddenly you’re both obsessed with earning three stars on every level without missing a single order.
It’s chaotic and hilarious. Hiori doubles over with laughter, teasing you for taking it so seriously. But your energy is infectious, and soon, he’s caught up in the challenge as well. For a while, everything else fades away—the world outside no longer matters. It’s just the two of you, working in sync, caught up in the frantic fun of the game.
Then, a sudden realization dawns on Hiori. One night, the two of you were just casually playing online together, and now—here you are, comfortably (and fiercely) competing in his apartment, with nothing more than each other’s company to keep the world at bay.
The game is in full swing when a notification pings on the screen, briefly interrupting the action.
“What was that?” you ask, eyes flicking to Hiori.
A stream of messages floods the tv.
isagoat: hiori where d heck r u isagoat: check ur phone kyuuurona: check gc now!!! jintan: whos the girl raichinumbahwan: damn everyones panicking abt u rn and ur playing overcooked?!
Hiori picks up his phone, his brow furrowing as he scrolls through a deluge of messages in the Bastard München group chat.
Ness: look what i found /Hiori Ness: [image attachment link] Isagi: So this is why you were gone immediately? Igarashi: You were supposed to be my wingman last night /Hiori 🙁 Gesner: damn hiori has more rizz than raichi wwwww Kurona: [chiitan bonk gif]
Hiori clicks on the link from Ness, and you can’t help but peek over his shoulder. The screen loads a gossip article with a headline that's as bold as it is damning:
THE MOST ELUSIVE BASTARD MÜNCHEN MIDFIELDER CAUGHT KISSING A MYSTERY WOMAN AT THE JFA PARTY—AND LEAVING TOGETHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EVENT!
The accompanying photo is blurry, but unmistakable.
It’s you and Hiori, his navy-blue cardigan shielding most of you from view as he cradles your face, kissing you.
Your face pales. “Oh god…” You immediately cover your mouth, mortified.
Hiori groans, running a hand through his hair. “I knew someone’d see us. Shoulda been more careful.”
The two of you sit in stunned silence, staring at his phone as the comments continue to flood in beneath the gossip article. Some are playful, others more speculative:
Is the new girl a celebrity? Is she someone from JFA? Hiori Yo a womanizer?! Is Miss Journalist out of the picture? HioRizz caught on 4K Edited, that’s not Hiori lolol Does anyone else think she’s kinda familiar? Like I’ve seen her somewhere before. Hiori going public with a girl? Wild. Who’s next, Niko Ikki?
You scroll through them, a tinge of panic rising in your chest. The sudden spotlight is definitely not what you need right now. You don’t want to cause any trouble for Hiori—or yourself.
Especially not for him, since he’s already a public figure. Someone who’s been fiercely private about his personal life.
You glance up at him, worry etched on your face. “Hiori, this could cause problems for you, right?”
He meets your gaze, unwavering. “I don’t care what they say ‘bout me. M’more worried ‘bout ya. Are ya okay with this?”
“As long as you’re okay, I’ll be fine,” you reply, nodding more to reassure yourself than him.
Hiori notices the subtle shift in your expression, and without a second thought, he places his hand over yours.
“It’s okay,” he says softly, squeezing your hand gently. “We knew this could happen. Not this soon, but... I won’t let it get worse.I won’t say anythin’ about us till yer ready.”
You look up at him. “But what if they don’t leave you alone? What if they keep bothering you? I don’t want to cause you any problems this early on.”
The tension in the room begins to ease as the two of you talk through the complexities of the situation. Hiori leans back, propping his feet up on the coffee table, his fingers running through his hair in thought.
“We can’t ignore it,” he admits, his voice firm but calm. “Our lives are too connected, professionally and personally. The media will be watching, and people will wanna know more. But I don’t want that to dictate us, either.”
You nod, the weight of the situation sinking in. “It’s hard, though. I mean, we’re both in the public eye. You with your career, and me with mine. If this becomes a story, my job could get involved too.”
“I don’t want to put you on the spot, or make you uncomfortable, or—”
“Hey, hey.” He cuts you off, meeting your gaze. “Ya don’t hafta worry ‘bout me too much, alright?” His fingers intertwine with yours.
“But you—”
“It’s not just me in this. It’s both of us. So lemme worry ‘bout ya too, ‘kay?” He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips.
“We’ll figure it out together,” he assures you. “We don’t hafta let them dictate how we handle this. Not until we’re ready.”
You look at him, your heart swelling with appreciation for his honesty, his understanding. “We can keep it private for now, right?”
“For as long as ya need,” he says, his eyes soft with affection. “Let’s just focus on what we have. No distractions.”
The conversation lingers in the air, but Hiori gently pulls you into a quiet, comforting silence. After a few moments, he leans in, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead.
“This isn’t something we have to solve today,” he murmurs, his voice steady, calm. “Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ll deal with it. But right now, we’re here.”
You smile up at him, the warmth of his words melting the uncertainty that had been growing inside you. “And that’s enough, right?”
“Yeah,” he says with a gentle grin. “That’s enough.”
Hiori holds you close, his arms wrapping around you, and the noise of the outside world fades into nothingness. The article, the comments, the chaos—they’re all just background noise in your little bubble, and for the moment, that’s all that matters.
amari's notes: this is my fave chapter so far! i was originally making this a smut chapter (but i suck at writing one) and it didn't felt right for some reason with the both of them. but nevertheless, this one is really close to my heart, i love hiori and miss journalist's dynamic so much huhu anw, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask. i'll greatly appreciate it! Hope you all enjoy this chapter! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ (if you wanna join the taglist, just comment or send me a message!)
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sea, swallow me (part I)
jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader
Part 2
summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?
warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified. cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.
A/N: this part is moreso an introduction, the next chapters will have more stuff going on promise<3
taglist: @marytargaryen , @cdragons , @libdarkheart
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The day that the rumours of Corlys' Velaryon's illegitimate child was spread by the man himself in vague tell-tales, was the same day that Prince Jacaerys Velaryon was celebrating his third name day.
The skies on Driftmark turned dark by afternoon, a rare sighting of a thunderstorm had appeared. And while every mankind on the land had went off to hide themselves in the comfort and warmth of their homes, an 8 year old child of the seas drifted ashore, she had not drowned, but she knew to act that way as to lead the oblivious guards towards her.
Brought onto land to be passed around to the servant quarters, you fell right into the master of the land himself.
Corlys should've brushed you off, should've sent you right back to the kitchen maids, but the unnerving bravery in your eyes hadn't made sense for a child that was supposedly, probably, had almost drowned due to a shipwreck.
So he took in the sight of you, standing tall, wordless when spoken to, similar even when not. A white complicated looking hugging your body. He is not one to be superstitious, even moreso his wife Rhaenys who had been againts his suggestion the moment it was spoken aloud, but his heart made him halt whenever he even thinks of shrugging you away.
The trusting unknowing look you have for him wasn't helping, you gazed at the life around you in awe, suprise, and even fear at times. So he did what everyone warned him againts, he announces her as his bastard child from a dead noble woman, and them proceeded 1to denounce your illegitimacy, claiming you under the Velaryon name.
The whispering guards and chattering servants could talk all the wanted, for all they knew, the real truth of who you were was uknown to everyone but Corlys Velaryon.
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Your heart's yearning was divided in two. The calling of the sea, and the wanting of land. You were not as free as you sister Laena nor your brother Laenor, and you weren't given respect as much as they did either, given your known identity.
But you relished the joy of being able to dance on your two feet, to feel water as how it feels to a man, and to see the people in a much closer view.
You don't mind the constant nagging of your maidens as they fuss over your unkempt hair or your bare foots often forgetting their shoes. You asked for this, and you don't regret it. Besides, there was no one there for you in the sea, your kind understood you, they know you, but your mother has left you in her death, and you don't quite crave the grief and loneliness again.
Though now that you've grown, you realise, it was quite inevitable either way.
The day you lost your sister, you thought that was the end of it, but the gods had taken your brother too soon enough. You cried for the first time that year, and you felt what the mortals had written poems and ballads of.
For all of your wanting of more freedom, you were glad to be confined in your room during their funerals.
You would've thought that the passing of her children would make Rhaenys Targaryen more open towards you, but you were wrong. You were greeted with hostility you've never known. The glare she often saved for you reads what others couldn't understand; it should've been you, not them.
Laena's daughter Rhaena had been placed under her care soon, you rarely saw her. Rhaenys' making sure that your paths never cross.
But even with the power she held over you, your father's power proved to overtook hers when he announced that you were to be introduced to society, and to your extended family, for your own benefit and the Velaryon's house, in his own words.
So you locked up your white coat in your treasure box, and you prepared yourself for your first feast, a celebration for your two and twentieth name day.
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The attendance for your feast was outstanding. The servants had said so, it hadn't been a minute since it started, and the usually empty hall was already half full.
You knew from Corlys' warning, that half of these people aren't really here for your name day celebration, they're here to see if the rumours were true. "Do not talk to anyone I haven't." He speaks sternly. You stared at him blankly, receiving a sigh of realization. "Right, well, don't, warm up to anyone I haven't." He corrects himself.
You nod once smiling thankfully at him before leaving his chambers.
He and Rhaenys would be the first to be announced, and then Rhaena, and then you.
But staring at the large doors hiding what you've heard to be a room full of nothing but hungry vipers, your stomach churns.
You flinch when you feel a set of hands clasp your shoulders gently. It was Rhaena. "Are you alright?" She asks in a hushed tone. You nod your head twice.
She holds you still as her eyes lingers on yours longer than before. "Do you want to walk together?" She asks again.
You don't hesitate to accept her offer, nodding at her question. Please, you almost whispered back. She smiles at your answer and you feel her hands slowly sliding away. "Alright, I'll let grandsire know, don't fret." She tells you soothingly betore making her way to Corlys.
A few minutes after that, Rhaena scrambles by your side as your father and his wife enters first before you, their names loudly announced, as if everyone and their mothers didn't know who they were. Humans are hilarious.
Your hand unintentionally grips Rhaena's as your names were announced after. Her fingers easily intertwining with yours. "Don't smile." She notes quickly when she saw you grinning widely. Your smile died immediately. You walk side by side, your feet trying to move in the same rhythm and steps as hers, and your eyes watching straight at your seated father, staring back at you with a small smile etched on his lips.
You could feel the stares still when you finally reach the table, giving out a elieved sigh as you take your seat by Corly's right, Rhaenys to his left, and Rhaena to your right, hands still clasped together until noble houses are starting to be announced.
You do as you're taught, you smile and nod, and let your father do all the talking.
House Lannister stood out to you most so far. You can't decide if Jason Lannister is arrogant or bad at arse kissing. A person to turn any conversation about themselves
"You are as beautiful as they say." He starts, eyeing you in whole. "Tell me my lady, do you ever envy your siblings that had dragons?" You hesitated, turning to Corlys instead of responding.
"She does not, and the both of us know she would not need one, my dear girl fares better in the sea." He answers for her with a bitter laugh at the end of his sentence, as if shooing the man. "Ah I see, truly a daughter of yours then." The table turns silent. Jason Lannister's own smile dissapear as quickly as it came, realizing his mistake too late.
Your father's lips pursed together, a brow raised as he leans closer to the table. "Yes, she is." The coldness in his voice indicated the Lord of his time to leave. With a quick thank you and honor to meet you's, Lord Lannister leaves.
You hear the man next to you mutter an incoherent insult under his breath, wiping a hand over his already tired face. "People have eyes, Corlys." Rhaenys justifies. "And Mouths." She added, making him groan as House Baratheon are announced. "Oh believe me, I know." He replies shortly, awaiting Lord Baratheon. Thankfully the man was quick, and polite, though you were sure you weren't the only one who noticed how his eyes stayed on your face, a judgmental intent behind them.
But at least he knew not to say anything disrespectful out loud before walking off.
You watch your father's eyes light up for the next house, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. House Targaryen. "Finally, a house with more manners." His wife snorted at his words. "Pretend niceties aren't manners." You feel Rhaena stiffen next to you. "That boldness of yours will get you in trouble one day Rhaenys." He warns lightly, in which she only hums carelessly in return.
You almost laugh at contrast of the white and darkhaired family walking your way. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the throne, holds your eyes as she walks nearer. You hae never met your sister in law before, you've seen her through faraway window glances, but she looked at you like she's seen you, like she recognises you.
Her husband, prince consort Daemon Targaryen however, you have met. Once, while he had been staying in Driftmark with Laena during her pregnancy with Rhaena. He saw you leave Laena's room the same moment he was about to enter and spoke your name in a guess. When you turned in his direction at the call, his suspicion was confirmed. What he never understood howerver, was why would Corlys go through many lengths of restricting her from meeting people and hiding her identity?
The court wouldn't have given two shits over another man's bastard daughter. He knows it well enough.
It seemed the question he bore was the same question everyone else wondered, thus why they're all here, willing to feign courtesy and respect towards a so called bastard.
Now he's seeing her again, and it makes things even more confusing. Surely he knows how ignominious she'd feel, being put under the spotlight after 15 years of entrapment. Did he know that this feast was as good as feeding you to wolves? Was that what he intended to do in the first place? Sell you up to the first noble lord willing to take in a bastard Velaryon girl as his wife? And why did Daemon Targaryen cared so much about this girl, when he knows that nothing about her deems worthy of his attention.
Those thoughts ran through the mind of Daemon Targaryen until he's close enough to you that he had to turn his eyes towards Rhaenys' and Corlys' faces instead.
"And where has this lovely dear been all along?" Rhaenyra was the first to speak, greeting the lord and lady of the house properly first. "Ah well, if you had been here more frequent with my son, you could've caught her plenty." He replies easily.
Daemon hummed and bobbed his head. "It's true, I believe this isn't the first time we've met, yes?" He raises a brow at you, a small warm smile painted on his lips.
You responded with a smile that matched his and nodded once. The veracity in your every move made you look like a puppet with strings he's not sure who holds in their hands.
What Daemon Targaryen has not realized yet, was that Corlys velaryon's hands on you were barely a grip. They lead you because you let them. And for a girl who swam her way up into one of the most richest and well known houses of Westeros at 8 years old, you knew more than anyone thought.
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The dark coloured halls of the Velaryons were lit brightly with gold ornaments and lights. Jacaerys doesn't think he's ever seen much wealth be spent on his mother's own wedding.
The singer hired for the event pauses only for a few minutes before she resumes her orchestral performances. No one pays the music mind of course. The center was you.
He'd kiss your hand and tell you that you had your father's eyes. But that was a lie. His ears maybe, if he squinted closely at yours. He smiled at you and he says the things that he should. It is lovely to meet you. It is a lovely feast. May you continue to age as gracefully as you are now.
And then he walks away and never look back, just as he's told to.
It shouldn't be that big of a deal, or at least thats what he thought. But his mother had given him clear instructions earlier that evening. Do not mingle, do not talk more than you should, the rumours around you sre bad enough. The people will see what they want to and spin those pictures into false stories.
A bastardy affair? Laughable. He's sure the Queen would eat it right off her spy's hands. But still, his gaze on you lingered.
You had an air around you that gave the idea of naivety and carelessness. But he's not so sure if that's the real case here, or are you just so sure in your own sense of self and identity to not fear the men ready to point their fingers in your direction at the first moment they could.
He hopes he'll never see you again after this, his curiosity has always won the best of him.
"She is pretty, though Rhaena's right, you only see how much she resembles grandsire when you're up close. I've met her once, as a child. I don't thisnk we talked at all, but I do remember her gifting me a scarf." Baela's calm voice reached his ears clearly even through the loud chatting and extravagant music.
He raises his head from his food to glance at her. "That's nice, do you still have it?" The girl shook her head and pursed her lips. "No, Rhaena stole it, and then lost it." His face breaks into a grin. "Sounds like her."
He gives another quick glance to your table and looked again when he notices you weren't there. His head moves slowly until he catches the sight of you, standing straight, in front of Dalton Greyjoy. The Red Kraken was what they called him.
Jacaerys could see him speakingas he frowned, glancing from your face to the nothingness behind you as he's deep in his own talking. You were silent, only your eyebrows moved up and down to indicate understanding. He forgets sometimes how some men prefer their women mute.
The Greyjoy boy was waving his hands now, as if an invisible object laid before him. You start to lean slightly againts the serving table and he wondered the same thing you were; when will he stop talking?
"He's a little bit too young to be that pretentious now, isn't he?" Jacaerys says loud enough for Baela and Lucerys to hear him. "He's a year younger than you." His younger brother quipped. Jace frowns. "What? He's 17?" Baela hums in reply. "Doesn't make him any less pretentious." Jace concludes, earning a laugh from both of the people seated by his side. "Ah yes, he's probably explaining how killing people works to her." Baela adds. "I wish someone would tell him how conversation works, she hasn't said a word still." Luc says, the three of the them staring at you now.
"She's mute, Luc." Jace corrects, turning back towards the table, watching as his mother and Daemon make conversations with the other houses. "No she's not, Rhaena said she's heard her talk to grandsire before in one of her letters." The boys' eyes widen. "Then why does she never talk to anyone else?" She shrugs, feeding herself a spoonful if pudding.
A sigh escapes him as he pushes away his plate, his appetite lost. If he'd ask you to talk? Would you? Is that what it was, had no one asked you to talk?
Dalton Greyjoy's face seems unamused as you shook your head at him, his mouth moves once more and his head tilts at you in question, you shook your head again, immediately moving away from him, and straight into Jacaerys' stepfather. The 17 year old took in his defeat and walked away, and Jacaerys watches as Daemon Targaryen speaks so slowly that he can't make up what he's saying fron where he's situated.
You held a steady posture, and your face doesn't give away any reaction, it is stoic, but not cold. "Should I ask her to dance?" Jace suggests. Luc and Baela shares a look of disagreement. "Right in front of our parents? You know we shouldn't get too close to her." He almost doesn't even hear what his betrothed says when he stands up abruptly. "I'm gonna ask her."
Baela stutters and he hears Luc mutters for the love of the gods, as he makes his way to you and Daemon.
He can see his stepfather sigh audibly when he arrives. "Ah, You've met Prince Jacaerys, the heir after his mother, Rhaenyra. Jace, we've been talking of her fondness of the sea, your father said he's only taken you sailing with him when you were 8?" You nod, acknowledging the prince with a smile.
"Then, have you been on a dragon? Surely Laena or Laenor must've offered you a ride once." You shook your head.
Daemon's grin only widens. "Well that only means that you're long overdue a staying at Dragonstone, right Jacaerys?" A nervous laugh leaves the younger man. "Oh yes, I do a bit of uh, sailing sometimes, on my mother's orders. I also have a dragon." He explains, taking in your beauty properly.
"You've seen a dragon up close?" He tries, watching Daemon relaxes as his eyes darts from you to Rhaenyra. Both men are disappointed when you sshook your head, nudging utin Corlys' direction. "He worries to much for you, it is true that getting too close to a dragon for someone without valyrian blood in their veins, is dangerous. But with the right company, you won't have a problem."
You suffer the awkward conversation between the two men, willing for someone to drag you away.
It wasn't that they were rude, or terrible. But you don't think you've ever talked to this much people in your life. Your voice disaappears as it always do, and your usual smile is starting to feel forced.
You were enticed by the idea of travelling to Dragonstone. You've never seen much if anywhere outside of Driftmark, it was boring. But you also knew that the Targaryens are no different from the other houses. They don't offer kindness in return for nothing. And they sure as hell did not see you as family, for you know how much they protect their families.
So why such civility and effort? You could offer no allegiance as a bastard, nor could you even be used as a pawn.
You've blocked out half of what Daemon Targaryen has been saying the past two minutes, eyes still on him, trying to ignore the boy staring intently at the side of your face.
When the older prince finally excuses himself, you were relieved, only to turn around towards his stepson who's been awaiting your attention. "Do you dance?" You shook your head. A dissapointment 'oh' came after. "Do you not know how?" He tries again. The same answer prevails.
You could dance if you wanted to, but you doubted it'd make you feel better. In fact, you're sure dancing with him would attract more attention and not just to you. His mother surely won't be pleased with more rumours surrounding her son. So you give a bow and you leave, walking far away enough until you're sure he's not looking.
But you don't see him watching you barely sit by your father for barely a second before disappearing completely from the crowd. And you didn't see him do the same thing.
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How come other fans of And Then We Danced / და ჩვენ ვიცეკვეთ (2019) are not excited about this newest interview?!😍 Here, have some quotes relating to ATWD alone: (though of course I recommend you to read the whole interview!)
(...) In 2013, these kids tried to hold a pride parade in Georgia, and they were attacked. I saw it on the news, and I was appalled because I had this very rose-coloured idea of Georgia. I used to go there as a kid, mostly during communism, and I thought of Georgia as a safe space for everyone, which is naive now that I look back at it. (...) I had two ideas: Can I find my love of cinema again? And, is there a story to be told about this situation in Georgia? I think the overall idea was, had I grown up in Georgia, what would my life have looked like? I didn’t know I was going to make And Then We Danced, but I went with my Canon EOS 5D camera and walked around and met people. This was in 2016. I tried to get in touch with LGBTQ NGOs, which proved difficult. (...)
Quite early on, I decided that I wanted the narrative to have a very classical structure where you follow along with one person. I wanted the camera to be almost stuck on his shoulder, very subjective. The dance element came early too, because dance is so fascinating and such a good arena for discussing masculinity. A lot of the lines, especially in the first scenes with the dance teachers, are almost verbatim from stuff I shot when I was doing research. (...) I never at any point stopped and thought, ‘This is going to be very provocative, or people are going to be offended by this’ because I was working in my own little space. (...)
I want to use my time working on projects that have a deeper meaning to me personally, that feel significant. Also, it’s important that I enjoy myself when I am writing, when I am filming, but it’s hard because eventually capitalism shows up, and I always have to recalibrate. When I did And Then We Danced, so many people told me, ‘Now you need to make an English-language movie’. But like, why? From what point of view? My agent told me the other day that if And Then We Danced had been in English, I would have had a roster to choose from for my next film. But if And Then We Danced had been in English, it wouldn’t have been And Then We Danced. (...)
I’ve always felt like I’ve understood the power of images. Fascists, when they take over a country—they shut down propaganda because it really does have power. That was something I discovered with And Then We Danced, and that allowed me to see things differently. (...)
(...) I was born in Sweden but spoke Georgian as a kid at home. I went to English school because my parents thought it would be good for the future, and on the playground I spoke Swedish. (...) I always have an outsider view. That’s why I love going into new cultures, rooms, and places. Catching small details, like the salted caramel thing in And Then We Danced. In Georgia, they didn’t have salted caramel, and all the kids were talking about it. Also, English cigarettes. I loved that because specificity builds a story. You ground people by creating worlds and spaces that feel real.
(...) Culture is always evolving. It’s everchanging. In the last few years in Georgia, they have started experimenting with food. They’re like, ‘Oh, a khinkali can have stuff in it other than meat or mushroom’, whereas before, that was unheard of. (...) There is a rigidity to Georgia, and I understand—I mean, they have been attacked so much. That’s what they always say; they say the Turks tried to take over. Yes, but they also left their traces, and so did Iran. That’s what culture is. (...) I am talking about food, but food is inherited culture. To me, that’s what And Then We Danced was about. Here is this kid, probably a proxy for myself, who loves Georgian dance, loves Georgian culture, loves Georgian tradition, but can’t find a space in it because he is being told he cannot be who he is and be Georgian. He does his dance, but he does his own interpretation of it, and what’s wrong with that? Let him. Who the fuck cares? There’s always going to be people who will champion the old way of doing things, but I want Georgia to be a place that is inclusive for everyone.
(...) I have also been given a lot of love from Georgia, especially from the younger people. And Then We Danced really did impact a generation of kids, which is weird and somehow hard to take in.
When we premiered Crossing in Berlin and had several screenings and Q&As, that was the first time I actually met Georgians who were 16, 17, 18, figuring out their lives when that movie came out. They all have memories, just like you described, of when that movie premiered and the demonstrations and how they went and saw the film. There was a line of kids at the Q&A who wanted to share their stories and talk to me, and that was really weird because I feel quite isolated from that part of And Then We Danced. I finished the shoot in December 2018, came home to Sweden, edited it with Simon Carlgren over December and January and February, and then it came out at Cannes in May. It all went very fast, and then the protests happened in Georgia. We were in LA doing the Oscar campaign for the movie. Then I went to Sundance with the film, and Covid happened. As soon as I came home, everything shut down. I never had an audience experience except for people writing to me on Instagram, but that didn’t happen too much either. Meeting those Georgians—many of whom were just like the character in the film, who had fled from Georgia to Berlin because they’re gay—was a very ‘wow’ experience. (...)
Full text below (in case the link was broken):
Text by Oliver Mol
Photography by Rasmus Weng Karlsen
Stockholm: I was in Vardzia, Georgia, when Levan Akin’s And Then We Danced came out. The narrative follows a gay dancer navigating love in Georgia, and I watched hundreds of people protesting the film in crowds that extended from a cinema in Tbilisi down Rustaveli Avenue—led by the far right and members of the Georgian Orthodox Church—on a small television with the volume turned down low while our hosts sang traditional folk songs. The film only played for three days; the army had to be called in, and police were posted in each screening room.
Recounting this story to Levan, the Stockholm-based, Swedish-born filmmaker of Georgian descent—whose last two films, And Then We Danced (2019), winner of 29 awards including the Gold Q-Hugo at the Chicago International Film Festival, and Crossing (2024), listed as a Critic’s Pick by the New York Times alongside festival wins in Bastia, Berlin, Guadalajara, and Sofia, bravely and urgently tell those Georgian narratives rarely, if ever, seen in traditional media—he could only nod. The protests were horrible, he confided, and although he told me several times that he felt and feels he will always be an outsider, when asked whether he could imagine a better future for queer people in Georgia, he unequivocally said yes.
Endearing and intelligent, Levan’s impact on contemporary Georgian culture cannot be underestimated. His films are raw, meaningful, and unapologetically sincere, and their stories—documenting a changing Georgia, seemingly in real time—have helped to galvanise a hugely political and passionate Georgian youth who continue fighting for inclusivity and change, even as Georgia passes new legislation restricting LGBTQ+ rights across the country.
Sitting in his Stockholm apartment drinking coffee and staring at a series of tiles by Salvador Dalí hanging above his door, Levan held his cat, Olof, and communicated from a place many are too scared to sit within, which could only be called the heart. We began by talking about our distaste for small talk. It is in this spirit that our interview begins.
Levan, given the immense weight of making a film about homosexuality in Georgia, how did you summon the courage to tell a story beautiful enough to withstand the hate or backlash that was sure to come?
I would say I was probably naïve and a little bit stupid because I didn’t understand the implications of what I was doing. Although, I think I need to start from the beginning. I have always wanted to make films, since I was very little. One of my first jobs was working for Roy Andersson, the Swedish film director. He’s incredible, and he had a little studio in the city centre. We got to do everything, and that experience was like going to film school. Then I started working for Swedish television and began directing professionally around 26 years old. By the time I was 30, I had done a lot of Swedish TV, some big shows, and I sort of thought, ‘It’s nice to be working professionally as a director, but I want more’. It wasn’t really what I had dreamt of. I wanted to tell my own stories and do things in a different way. So some friends and I went off to Gotland, which is an island where Bergman used to make his films. We made a movie together for a couple of weeks, low budget, called Katinkas Kalas, or Certain People in English. That was my first foray into doing something on my own, and it did pretty well. I mean, not in Sweden, but in America it got nice reviews, and that saved me a little. Then I did a larger-budget Swedish film called Cirkeln, or The Circle, that was based off a best-selling book series that two of my friends had written. It was a fun shoot but very difficult, and to be honest, after that I felt a little broken.
Then in 2013, these kids tried to hold a pride parade in Georgia, and they were attacked. I saw it on the news, and I was appalled because I had this very rose-coloured idea of Georgia. I used to go there as a kid, mostly during communism, and I thought of Georgia as a safe space for everyone, which is naïve now that I look back at it. Also, my parents had known some gay people from Georgia when we were kids. In any case, I was shocked by what I saw. I didn’t think it was as bad as it was in those clips. So after I finished The Circle, I set off for Georgia. I had two ideas: Can I find my love of cinema again? And, is there a story to be told about this situation in Georgia? I think the overall idea was, had I grown up in Georgia, what would my life have looked like? I didn’t know I was going to make And Then We Danced, but I went with my Canon EOS 5D camera and walked around and met people. This was in 2016. I tried to get in touch with LGBTQ NGOs, which proved difficult. There were a few, but they didn’t really have a presence online, and everything was quite tricky. Eventually, I got an address, and I just knocked and went in. There was a very sweet queer young man from Rustavi who helped me, and I basically hired him to take me into the rooms I needed to see. I started exploring the topic when I was there, doing tons of interviews, and this story emerged.
Incredible.
Quite early on, I decided that I wanted the narrative to have a very classical structure where you follow along with one person. I wanted the camera to be almost stuck on his shoulder, very subjective. The dance element came early too, because dance is so fascinating and such a good arena for discussing masculinity. A lot of the lines, especially in the first scenes with the dance teachers, are almost verbatim from stuff I shot when I was doing research. But to answer your question, I never at any point stopped and thought, ‘This is going to be very provocative, or people are going to be offended by this’ because I was working in my own little space. Also, because the last Swedish film had sort of broken me, I was literally on the cusp of, like, either I do another movie, or I never do a film again. And Then We Danced was basically it for me, which meant I never thought about what would happen or whether people would like it. I just wanted to make something that I liked, that I was proud of.
And Then We Danced only played for three days in Georgia, right?
Yeah. We were trying to have the premier, and then somebody leaked a rough copy of the movie. Actually, I know who that person is. He doesn’t know that I know, but I want him to know that I know.
Do you want me to put this in?
Yeah. He probably won’t read it, but what he did was such a bitch move. He is connected to someone who is connected to someone in politics, and he did it for malicious reasons. He is also in the industry, so it could have been jealousy.
How did you feel when it leaked?
It pissed me off because they leaked a version that wasn’t the finished film, my work-in-progress. It was a link that we had shared with a few people for feedback. There are some horrible people out there. That was also one of the things when And Then We Danced came out: the amount of lying. I would read things and think, ‘This is just all made up’. I think I became more hardened after And Then We Danced, unfortunately. Success hardens you.
Can we go back to when you said you had lost your love of cinema? How did you rediscover that, and what did that process look like?
Time is so valuable. It goes so fast, and the older you get the faster it goes. I want to use my time working on projects that have a deeper meaning to me personally, that feel significant. Also, it’s important that I enjoy myself when I am writing, when I am filming, but it’s hard because eventually capitalism shows up, and I always have to recalibrate. When I did And Then We Danced, so many people told me, ‘Now you need to make an English-language movie’. But like, why? From what point of view? My agent told me the other day that if And Then We Danced had been in English, I would have had a roster to choose from for my next film. But if And Then We Danced had been in English, it wouldn’t have been And Then We Danced. It’s so funny, right? But that’s how that part of the business works. There is the idea of, how many people are watching? Oh, not many? Then it is a flop. No one really cares that it was made artistically or interestingly.
I think that is the struggle, keeping that integrity. But I decided, no, I’m going to continue following my heart. I did that with Crossing too. That one was hard to make. It was Covid. It took a really long time. It was a messy shoot for many reasons, but in the end it became a film. It’s doing well, which is good, but what if it hadn’t done well? How would I have felt then?
No one can predict what is going to be a success and what isn’t. But doing the next film, finding the strength, somehow, even when you are exhausted—
Exactly. Because you always need to do the next one. You know, we’re sitting in my kitchen, and this is where I write and edit all my films. Sometimes, when I watch trailers of the movie, or it’s on the TV, I think, ‘It’s so odd that I just typed a bunch of things out in my kitchen and then sent it out’. But I’ve always felt like I’ve understood the power of images. Fascists, when they take over a country—they shut down propaganda because it really does have power. That was something I discovered with And Then We Danced, and that allowed me to see things differently.
Basically, I want whatever I am working on to feel significant. I don’t want to waste four years. Even when I direct now for a salary, like the TV series Interview with the Vampire, I do it because I used to love those books. I am trying to incorporate this into everything in my life: Does this feel meaningful? Does this add value? Rather than, ‘It’s cool’, or ‘It looks good on my CV’. The work needs to be more than that. Also, I want to do things that feel earnest, because I feel there is a trend in cinema today, especially in Nordic cinema, where there’s this sort of humour, you know, awkward, Curb Your Enthusiasm-style, and I feel it has permeated a lot of storytelling. I don’t connect with the characters, or I sometimes feel that people making the stories don’t even care about the characters. And I want to care. It is hard to be earnest, because it’s easy for that to become banal. Like, ‘Oh yeah, it is difficult to be a trans woman in Georgia’. We know that. Then what? Because how do you tell these stories without becoming cliché? How do you make them personal?
How do you?
To me, thematically, Crossing deals with a lot of things that I am personally very drawn to. This idea of the intergenerational mea culpa is something that I have thought about a lot in my own life. Older generations in Georgia and Turkey—for them, homosexuality is like a disease. It’s not something you talk about. Still, in Georgia today, gay people younger than me are living double lives. Everyone knows they’re gay, but they also have a wife and a kid, and no one talks about it openly. That was something that I thought about a lot with Crossing: What if someone of that generation, who is sort of educated and open-minded—although in Georgia, it doesn’t matter, even the younger generation can be super homophobic—what if this character is totally cornered and has to face it? What happens then? In the beginning, when Lia is searching for Tekla, it feels more like something she has to do, rather than something she is doing from a place of love or warmth, although that’s eventually where she ends up. That journey, especially to audiences from this part of the world, is very powerful. A lot of us have never been able to have that conversation, imaginary or otherwise, that Lia has with Tekla. Maybe from a Western perspective, people don’t understand how significant it is to be told that you are loved no matter what. But I love this woman, Lia, and she had a very interesting journey herself with this film. At the start, she was like, ‘I’m not homophobic, but just don’t flaunt it on the streets’. Then at the end, when we were having our wrap party, she was basically a gay icon.
Like, ‘Gay people are great!’
Yeah! Like, ‘I love them!’ It was very funny, and she was very sweet.
How did you find her?
Oh, my god. That whole process of casting the movie was a nightmare. I needed to find three major roles that all had to be able to carry a film themselves. We had several different candidates that we were workshopping at the same time in different constellations. I don’t think people understand how hard it is to find the right cast for a film, and how important. If they are not 100 percent right, the whole film will fail. Both with Lucas, who plays Achi, and Deniz, who plays Evrim, the Turkish woman, they had never acted. They were just people we found. I love that—finding people that can inhabit a role and add texture to it. You write something because you have an idea, but then you find people and they have their own energy and tone, and you’re like, ‘Oh, my god, this adds so much to the character’. That’s the fun part in making the films I make, because I can do that. If I start making more regular films, I’ll sort of lose that autonomy, and that would be sad, I think.
What I loved about Crossing was the way it almost eliminates borders, bringing people from Georgia and Turkey together. I think, moreover, what I love about your films is their uncompromising search for connection. Where do you think your desire to become a storyteller comes from?
I think I am trying to put my own existence into context. Although in the beginning, it was very basic. As a kid, I loved reading. I loved stories. My father had old Charlie Chaplin movies on VHS and some old Georgian movies in black and white, like Bashi-Achuki, which is about a Georgian Robin Hood character. We used to watch that over and over. Actually, now that I think about Charlie Chaplin and his whole humanism thing, maybe I am more inspired by him than I realise, because his films are all about solidarity and people helping each other. In any case, very early, I began filming my friends, and we used to do skits. Some were quite hilarious.
On VHS?
Yeah, with a camcorder. We would build these elaborate sets and do puppet shows. Very intricate. At school every Friday, we had a talent show, and I used to take over and do plays and direct everybody. I was very serious and strict; I would tell people they had to be on time. I was crazy, but very ambitious with storytelling. I think it’s always been something that I have wanted to do. I guess it’s also a way of protecting yourself. When you tell stories about other people, people don’t ask you so much about yourself. It was a way of hiding, which in many ways I think I have stopped doing. I wanted to put myself into the story.
Your films, while critiquing a part of Georgia, come from a place of love. They show Georgia as fallible, but ultimately in a tender light. Do you think your distance from the country allowed you to comment on Georgian culture in a unique and more uncompromising way?
Probably. I mean, I always have an outsider eye with everything I do, even here in Sweden. I was born in Sweden but spoke Georgian as a kid at home. I went to English school because my parents thought it would be good for the future, and on the playground I spoke Swedish. Then we used to spend the summer in Turkey and Georgia. It was a very diverse childhood. I mean, I went to Young Pioneer camps in Georgia in the ‘80s for a month, singing songs to the glory of Lenin, and the other half of summer I was in Istanbul and Ayancik, which is by the Black Sea, where it’s ultra-capitalist. What I want to say is that I always have an outsider view. That’s why I love going into new cultures, rooms, and places. Catching small details, like the salted caramel thing in And Then We Danced. In Georgia, they didn’t have salted caramel, and all the kids were talking about it. Also, English cigarettes. I loved that because specificity builds a story. You ground people by creating worlds and spaces that feel real.
Could you talk about your writing process?
I never set out to write. I always wanted to be a director. But when you’re an up-and-coming director, no one is going to give you anything good. So I was like, ‘Fuck it, I’ll do it myself’. I wrote some TV shows and movies and even won some awards for my writing, but I never set out to be a writer. I am writing what I want to direct. It is very practical. I just sit down, and then pretty quickly, I can have a first draft.
How quickly?
Like two days.
Two days! For a feature?
Yeah. I mean, I have an idea, I do research, it grows, but when it comes time to write, I can do it very fast. It is not going to be a good first draft, but at least it’s something for me to hold that I can make better. I know the first draft for a lot of people is difficult, but for me, writing a script is simply necessary. Sometimes my body conks out, but then I just take a five-minute break and tell myself to keep writing. Even if it goes slowly, even if it is shit, I just keep going. And sometimes, it is fun. Sometimes, when you go back, you realise it’s not actually that bad.
The apartment where you live and write is beautiful. How did it get so decorated with cat apparel?
The space you have is a reflection of who and where you are in life. In Sweden, it can be very cold and dreary. We tend to be very decorative. I am away from home so much, filming in other cities, and I like a space where I can block out the horrors of the world. Cats help with that. I think I love cats most of all in the world. They’re so freaky and adorable, like a cartoon character. Sometimes I want to make a movie about my cat because Olof is so expressive, but it is going to be so sad when Olof eventually goes to the other side. I won’t be able to make a movie about him because it will be too painful for me. Everything I do is just to keep Olof healthy and alive for as long as possible. Doctors appointments, check-ups, pills, special food for his kidneys. Everything is for Olof.
By the way, you’ve heard of Lev Nussimbaum, right?
No!
He’s incredible. I want to make a movie about him—I don’t know how or when. But there’s a very famous book called Ali and Nino written by Kurban Said.
I’ve seen it in bookshops in Tbilisi. I need to read it.
You do! Kurban Said is a pseudonym; the Azerbaijanis said he was an Azerbaijani writer, and there was an article in the New Yorker years ago where this guy, Tom Reiss, tried to find out the real identity of Kurban Said. It became this mysterious, amazing story. He finds out that Kurban Said is actually Lev Nussimbaum, who was born on the train between Baku and Tbilisi—very dramatic circumstances—at the turn of the last century. His father was an Azerbaijani oil baron, and his mother was a Russian Jew who was an undercover Bolshevik. She married his father to sort of take him out, and she was cooperating with Stalin before Stalin became Stalin. So Stalin lived in her house and slept over, and when Lev Nussimbaum was six years old, the father learnt about the mother, and the mother swallowed acid and killed herself. Lev Nussimbaum was Jewish, although back then Jews and Muslims were much tighter, culturally, before Israel. So he was an Orientalist, and he wanted to be a Muslim. He started writing Ali and Nino, and then he sort of presented himself as this Azerbaijani prince. Of course, he wasn’t, and when the Bolsheviks took over, he and his father left everything and had to flee Azerbaijan. They settled in Berlin, literally five years before the Nazis took over. The father died in Auschwitz, and Lev Nussimbaum died from a rare blood disease aged 38 or something in Italy. So many people had claimed to write Ali and Nino, but Reiss uncovered the true person.
Holy hell. Wild. Levan, returning to present-day Georgia, the new laws aimed at depriving queer people of their rights are terrifying. The other day I read a headline in Le Monde that said, ‘In Georgia, LGBT people are the government’s new scapegoat: “It’s persecution on a massive scale”’. There’s a huge fear, especially with the coming election, that Georgia is reverting back to Russian politics. At the same time, I’ve had conversations with people who live in Georgia and align with the church who are scared that the new generation want to forget the old Georgia entirely, that they’ll lose the very traditions that make Georgia special. I wanted to know how you navigate those conversations?
What I don’t understand about that argument—frankly, it provokes me, because it’s the same one that the Swedish Democrats use, saying we have to go back to our roots—is that culture is always evolving. It’s everchanging. In the last few years in Georgia, they have started experimenting with food. They’re like, ‘Oh, a khinkali can have stuff in it other than meat or mushroom’, whereas before, that was unheard of. I know a Georgian chef who made a version of a khinkali for a party, and the host of the party refused to present the dish because it wasn’t traditional. That was in 2016. Once, I ordered lobio kotanshi and potatoes because I wanted to eat them together, and people around me asked what I was doing. They were like, ‘You don’t eat that together, you eat that with cornbread’. There is a rigidity to Georgia, and I understand—I mean, they have been attacked so much. That’s what they always say; they say the Turks tried to take over. Yes, but they also left their traces, and so did Iran. That’s what culture is. I mean, khinkali is probably Mongolian. Everybody loves borscht, but where did that come from? I am talking about food, but food is inherited culture. To me, that’s what And Then We Danced was about. Here is this kid, probably a proxy for myself, who loves Georgian dance, loves Georgian culture, loves Georgian tradition, but can’t find a space in it because he is being told he cannot be who he is and be Georgian. He does his dance, but he does his own interpretation of it, and what’s wrong with that? Let him. Who the fuck cares? There’s always going to be people who will champion the old way of doing things, but I want Georgia to be a place that is inclusive for everyone. I refuse to accept that argument.
Thank you, Levan. I agree completely. Have you had any trouble in Georgia? Do people know who you are?
People know who I am, but I’ve had no trouble. I think I have been—I don’t know if lucky is the word, but I have also been given a lot of love from Georgia, especially from the younger people. And Then We Danced really did impact a generation of kids, which is weird and somehow hard to take in.
When we premiered Crossing in Berlin and had several screenings and Q&As, that was the first time I actually met Georgians who were 16, 17, 18, figuring out their lives when that movie came out. They all have memories, just like you described, of when that movie premiered and the demonstrations and how they went and saw the film. There was a line of kids at the Q&A who wanted to share their stories and talk to me, and that was really weird because I feel quite isolated from that part of And Then We Danced. I finished the shoot in December 2018, came home to Sweden, edited it with Simon Carlgren over December and January and February, and then it came out at Cannes in May. It all went very fast, and then the protests happened in Georgia. We were in LA doing the Oscar campaign for the movie. Then I went to Sundance with the film, and Covid happened. As soon as I came home, everything shut down. I never had an audience experience except for people writing to me on Instagram, but that didn’t happen too much either. Meeting those Georgians—many of whom were just like the character in the film, who had fled from Georgia to Berlin because they’re gay—was a very ‘wow’ experience. But mostly, it is just me, writing my movies at home with my cat, Olof, who I love most in the whole world.
#levan akin#interview with levan akin#and then we danced#atwd#და ჩვენ ვიცეკვეთ#crossing 2024#crossing#georgian movie#georgia#gay movie#trans movie#queer movie#making of ATWD#ATWD history#georgian culture#I was planning to visit Gdańsk tomorrow evening to watch Crossing (can you imagine that within a radius of 150 km from where I live#only 3 cinemas are showing the film?😑) and stay there for the night... but now I have stye on my eye it hurts and make me feel unwell😒#so I will probably stay home... I wonder if the cinemas will show Crossing next week too? if not I will have to watch it on VOD some day.#oh well the chance to meet any polish ATWD fan IRL was probably small right from the start...😮💨
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i want dick grayson to be annoyingly perfect in the smallest of unimportant ways. and i want it to irritate the living hell out of everyone around him
every now and then, jason and dick will go to different chili dog carts around the city, and dick will sit and nod in agreement as jason nitpicks the food, occasionally offering his own two cents. the conversations are tense and if the topic strays from anything except food jason books it, but it’s progress, and dick’s grateful. but he doesn’t understand why jason always growls at him when he’s preparing his chili dogs, chalking it up to jason’s obsessiveness about that food in particular. dick figures he’s probably doing it wrong. until one day, jason bites out a rough question, asks him how he did that. dick’s confused, until jason points out, “you tear open the top of the ketchup packet in a perfect line every time. and you get all of the ketchup out of the packet in one smooth squeeze, and you never get any on your fingers, and i don’t understand how.”
roy was, arguably, a better archer than ollie. green arrow had been birthed from the island, from the trauma of survival. roy, however, had been practicing since he was a kid, and now that he was well into his twenties, he could safely say he was one of the best shots in the world. he could beat all his friends at darts, shoot an apple off wally’s head, and was generally pretty awesome. or, he would be awesome, if only dick fucking grayson would stop making every single shot of anything he threw in a trash can. no matter what he was throwing away, no matter the angle, no matter the wind or rain, as long as the trashcan was in eyesight, anything dick tossed would inevitably end up inside the garbage. sometimes, dick barely even glanced at the damn thing, just took note of it a threw the trash, expecting it to land in the proper place. and it always did. the worst part was, dick didn’t even seem to notice it. he wasn’t actively trying to make every shot. when asked, dick just shrugged and said “we had some pretty good knife throwers in the circus.”
tim’s memories starting out as robin were a whirlwind, a push-pull of bruce’s mistrust, then bruce’s acceptance, of dick’s fear and hesitation, then of dick’s love. he still remembered dick making the two of them hot chocolate in the kitchen after a day of training, tim’s muscles sore and entire body aching but the feeling of pride, because he was good enough to be robin, he knew he was. he hadn’t expected that to happen anytime soon again, given the way their relationship had fractured after tim had left dick’s batman, a terrified fury in his eyes. yet, he’d been proven wrong when, after a particularly rough arkham breakout, alfred asked both dick and tim to stay instead of returning to their own apartments. just because the manor brought back a feeling of warm nostalgia, however, doesn’t mean it kept the nightmares away. he came down to the kitchen and saw dick already up, moving around the stovetop. with a knowing look in his eyes, dick grabbed another mug to make tim some hot chocolate. tim was washed over with a feeling of relief, of acceptance. dick slid the mug towards him and tim took a sip, letting the rich chocolate warm him up from the inside. it was delicious. his little sigh of pleasure must have been audible, but then he remembered something he noticed. “dick. did you use alfred’s recipe for this?” and dick laughed, responded with, “nah. too much work. i just sort of tried to remember what was in hot chocolate, and eyeballed most of the ingredients. i’m glad it turned out good though. no clumps too, that’s good.”
donna didn’t care how old she got, playing in the park with dick never got old. as one of her oldest friends, the two of them could just walk around the park, in companionable silence, just letting themselves relax and enjoy the moment. so, of course, dick would break the silence and ask if she had any earbuds, because it was getting to quiet for him. donna laughed, and reached inside her pocket, fingered past the keys, and grabbed the headphones. the tangled little ball that came out made her sigh, and she pulled on an earbud to loosen it, only managing to make one of the many knots tighter. then, dick took the headphones out of her hands with a here, i got it, and with a few quick tugs, the tangled monstrosity unraveled easy as breathing. then, completely unaffected, he handed her an earbud, putting the other in his own ear. “i’m the one who’s got a lasso,” she said, ignoring dick’s snort and quip about how earbuds and a lasso are two completely different things, donna.
cass hadn’t expected to enjoy such a gentle, graceful form of athletics, but after a few lessons, it had become apparent that ballet could be far from gentle. it pushed her, made her practice and strengthen herself, and she’d fallen in love with the art quickly. however, the most frustrating part of the entire thing had little to do with actually dancing. the school bruce had helped pick out was prestigious, which meant a strict dress code, which meant her hair had to be in a bun. unfortunately, her hair never seemed to want to cooperate. after her latest attempt, falling into a mess of hair at her nape that had so many locks falling out, cass contemplated how mad the teacher would be if she showed up in a ponytail. at that moment, dick peeked into her room, having heard her frustrated noise, and asked if he could do anything to help. cass pointed to the mess of hair, not even remotely contained by the hair tie, and blew a strand out of her face. dick smiled with understanding, then came into her room, grabbing the comb on her bed and standing behind her in front of the mirror. he smoothed her hair with the comb, then pulled it this way and that, twisting and turning and wrapping until, two minutes later, a picture perfect bun sat atop her head. cass blinked with surprise. “first try,” she said, staring up at him, but he just shrugged and said, “it’s not that hard. you want me to drop you off?”
bruce could admit that he rather enjoyed undercover missions. it was an extended game with high stakes, a test of his own acting skills. with makeup changing his face, an expertly made wig, and a demeanor completely different from both brucie wayne and from batman, he swept through the crowd of greasy men, looking for a specific contact. then, he caught sight of someone specific indeed, though they weren’t his contact. eyebrows raised in a what are you doing here? gesture, he slid onto a barstool. from behind the bar, dick offered him a blinding smile, cleaning a glass. he tapped his wrist twice, a clear message. undercover, same as you. then, dick grabbed a couple bottles from underneath a shelf, flipping them in his hand and pouring with grandeur. bruce noticed he hadn’t put any alcohol in his little mixture, only making it seem as if he had. the flashy moves were entertaining, bruce could give him that. dick slid him the drink and bruce took a sip, eyebrows raising in brief surprise. “this is good. bartending?” dick put the bottles and the lemon away, unimpressed. “it’s not like it’s hard. just mixing a couple ingredients. no biggie.” bruce was fairly certain bartending was more difficult than that, but just then, his target came into view.
steph understood some of the bats’ frustration with dick, she really could. he hadn’t exactly been a welcome and opening batman, that’s for sure. regardless, as the few masks left in gotham had to work together, and she’d gotten to know the man pretty well. and she enjoyed his company as nightwing much more than batman. she dropped onto his balcony in his bludhaven apartment, announcing her presence in that loud-subtle way. dick was nestled in a couple blankets on the couch, going over a couple files, apparently just back from patrol if the small bandage on his neck and bags under his eyes were any indication. nevertheless, he brightened when he saw her and she nodded when he asked if she wanted to spend the night. he moved some of the papers to make room for her on the couch, but she flitted into his bathroom, going through the nail polish bottles she knew he had, and grabbing a shade of red that caught her eye. she tossed him the bottle and put her fingers in his lap, talking aimlessly about a movie she watched with cass. dick seemed to relax amidst her jabbering, and he shook the bottle a couple times before opening it and focusing on her right hand. but as he started, steph paused her rambling and focused on him instead, holding her hands gently and brushing paint onto her nails. he managed to cover her entire nail in three easy strokes, smooth and glossy, not a hint of paint on her skin. the nail was practically perfect. oh god she was jealous. “got a lot of practice with this, grayson?” she asked, and laughed at dick’s mock-offended of course not!
damian wasn’t one for photography, and he could grudgingly admit drake was far better at that particular skill than he was. however, his art class had promised to cover all types of media, and had upheld that pledge. the next two weeks were dedicated to photography, and their final project for the unit had to be a small collection of photographs. animal photography, of course, was damian’s chosen subject, and the knowledge that animal photography was one of the hardest skills to master only had damian wanting to do it more. days later, however, he could admit that it was trickier than expected. how had he never noticed how active his animals were? they never sat still, and every single picture came out blurry. grayson, upon coming across him in the manor grounds, noticed his futile attempts and asked if he could help. damian acquiesced the camera to grayson, who looked through the lens, finding the right angle and background, adjusting the focus settings slightly. then, he let out a sharp whistle and snapped his fingers. in nothing short of a miracle, damian’s pets pasued to look at him, only for a second, and the shutter clicked furiously. damian flipped through the photos, a good many of them clear and wonderful. damian snapped in irritation when dick ruffled his hair and said, “now you try!” it definitely wasn’t as easy as grayson made it look.
babs didn’t really know what she was expecting when she broke up with dick. there was hurt on both ends, and distance for a while, and she had no idea how much she’d miss him. but after a couple months of working together, of remembering that underneath the romantic tangles, their friendship was strong, she’d gotten to the point of dick randomly dropping by her apartment again. the downside was, dick kept randomly dropping by her apartment again. he stole her snacks and messed up her filing system and was so irritating that barbara almost forgot how relieved she was at having one of her best friends back. fortunately, it did come with benefits, because when he was bored, he did some of her chores for her. pausing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of dick folding her clothes and putting them away. the gesture was platonic now, but no less appreciated. she pushed her wheelchair forward, and in greeting, dick told her how much he wanted to steal all her patterned socks. babs reminded him they wouldn’t fit, and laughed at his pout. dick grabbed one sock off the top of the laundry basket, then dug his hand into the pile of clothes randomly, coming up with the second sock in an instant. folding them together, he repeated the process for each pair. “that...that was fast. you got all of them?” babs asked in confusion. “yes? why, did you expect some to be missing?” was dick’s reply as he shook the wrinkles out of a sweater.
wally was never surprised. he knew dick better than probably most people in the world. he’d gone from frustrated and jealous of dick’s random talents, to admiring and appreciative, to just accepting them as a fact of life. dick’s phone never cracked if he accidentally he dropped it. dick never buttoned up shirts wrong, aligning each button with the right hole perfectly on the first try. dick could plug in usb ports the right way. dick always remembered which light switch was for which room, no matter whose house they were at. dick could pop a cd out of its case without ever smudging the disk, holding it by the rim perfectly. and dick always seemed to know when wally needed a day off, to just visit their old haunts, grab some ice cream, and spend the day talking away on a rooftop. that was just something his best friend could do. and wally would never tell dick, but underneath his fake irritation at it, but he loved him for it.
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wicked heaven (part 1)
pairings: bucky barnes x reader x loki laufeyson
series synopsis: a super soldier and a god both want you to themselves.
fic synopsis: bucky has to leave in the middle of an intimate interaction between you two. loki notices you’re in need of some help afterwards.
warnings: 18+. light smut. kissing, fingering, pussy slapping (once), light choking, tension.
word count: 2.3k
a/n: this part is mostly smut with loki. the next part features a lot more bucky!
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“Loki!” You nearly jump out your skin as he suddenly appears in your room, using his magic to skip the process of knocking on your door. “I told you to stop doing that!” He chuckles as you scold him, making his way over to the couch where you’re sat watching TV. “Don’t be mad, darling. I needed to see you quickly”.
You look at him, unentertained. “And why is that?”. His arm grips the top of the couch as he leans in closer to you, loose strands of his hair falling in front of his face. “So that the soldier sees you’re busy when you answer the door”.
Knock Knock Knock
You give Loki a look as his devilish smile spreads across his face. You get up from your seat and make your way to your door, giving yourself a quick check in the mirror as you pass your vanity. Bucky stands behind the door as you open it, his eyes moving from the floor to your face.
You smile at him. “Bucky, hey”. He smiles back, looking happy to see you. “Hey, y/n. I was wondering if you were busy..” He trails off as his eyes drift behind you, Loki walking into his view, smirking. You turn around and roll your eyes before looking back to Bucky.
“No, I’m not. In fact, do you want to grab lunch? So nice of you to use the door, by the way”. He chuckles. “I was just about to ask you the same. And of course, some of us around here have manners”. He stares at Loki. You could feel the tension in the air, dominance struggling to be made between the two of them.
“Let me grab my purse and we can go”. Bucky nods and you walk back into your room, your purse on the dresser behind where your uninvited guest stands. Loki’s arm reaches across your body as you try to walk past him, his hand firm on your waist. You look up at him, trying not to show him how much you’re enjoying making him jealous.
“Sure you don’t want to stay here with me, darling?” His cologne smells so good, his eyes locked on yours as he tries to seduce you. For a moment, you find yourself leaning into him, overcome with the desire running through you.
Bucky clears his throat loudly enough for you to snap out of it and find the willpower to reply. “Absolutely sure”. He removes his hand from you gently, letting you pass. “Very well”.
You grab your purse and walk back to Bucky. You turn around one last time to Loki. “Be gone by the time I’m back”. He grins and raises his hands up in surrender. “Understood”.
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You aren’t looking for a relationship. You know that, both Bucky and Loki know that. So why can’t you stay away from them? Even if you were open to dating, you honestly couldn’t choose between the two.
Loki is incredibly charming, and mischievous, obviously, being the God of Mischief. He knows exactly what you want to hear and can seduce you in a matter of seconds. He’s incredibly smart, cunning, and as devilish as he is, he’s good-hearted.
Bucky on the other hand. Bucky is loyal and brave, funny, honest. He’s mysterious and dominant and strong. He puts the needs of others in front of his own. He’s always there for you when you need him.
Not to mention how incredibly sexy the two of them are. Loki has the advantage of height, but Bucky has muscle. So much muscle. His thighs could probably crush a watermelon. They would both do anything to protect you from harm.
You haven’t even kissed either of them, yet they continue to compete over you, trying to win you over, and you’re letting them. Is it bad that you enjoy it? You couldn’t imagine one of them giving up, and you couldn’t imagine choosing only one of them. But choosing for what? Maybe a fwb situation? You know they want you, and you want them. Maybe there is a simple solution to this.
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You return from lunch, laughing with Bucky through the compound as you walk to your bedroom door. You grab his hand and turn to him. “Would you want to come in and watch a movie?”. He leans in close, as if he’s going to kiss you, but he doesn’t. ��Of course, doll”.
You open your bedroom door to see Loki laying on your bed, throwing a ball in the air and catching it. He sits up as you enter, grinning. “There you are. I was starting to wonder if you had gone off to the soldiers’ room”.
Bucky steps in front of you, facing Loki. “Y/n and I are going to be hanging out in here, actually. You should leave”. Loki stands up, stepping forward. “Is that right? I haven’t heard y/n say a thing about that”. They both turn to you, looking for an answer. Honestly, you didn’t want either one of them to leave.
You look Loki, then to Bucky. “Loki was just leaving”. Loki walks past Bucky to you, inches away. “You don’t really want that, do you darling?”. If you said yes, then you would be lying. Instead, you look up to him, face stern. “I’ll see you later, Loki”. He grins before stepping back, holding his hands out beside him. “Yes, you will”. He winks before suddenly vanishing, leaving only you and Bucky in your room.
You walk over to the couch and pat the space next to you. “You can pick the movie, Buck”. He smiles as he walks over to the couch, plopping down beside you. “Thanks, doll. You’re sweet”. He opens his arm and you lean into him, your forehead resting against his jaw. He turns his head and gives a kiss to your hair, making you blush. Bucky senses the heat in your cheeks and smiles to himself.
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The movie ends and you sit up, stretching your arms and turning to face Bucky. He looks back to you, slowly reaching his metal arm out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I really enjoy hanging out with you, y/n”. Your cheeks heat up again as you feel his hand linger, resting gently against your neck, his thumb rubbing your cheek and jaw.
You look up at him, struggling to find words. “I do too, Bucky. You’re really great company to have”. He chuckles lightly as he leans in closer to you. “Yeah? I think you are, too”. You watch his eyes dance between your lips and your eyes. Your hand finds his knee as you lean slowly, watching him look at you like a meal to be devoured. Your heart beats hard as he finally leans into you, a sigh leaving his throat as your lips meet.
Everything else disappears as you feel his lips press against yours. At first he’s gentle with you, as if he’s afraid to hurt you. His slow kiss is mesmerizing. He moans softly into your mouth as your tongue glides across his bottom lip, asking permission for more. He accepts eagerly and lets you in, his right hand grabbing your thigh as he dominates you with his mouth, making the warmth in your stomach sink down into your core.
Suddenly he grabs the underside of your thigh, using it for leverage as he pulls you into his lap. The kiss is quicker, teeth and tongue meeting in a desperate attempt to have more of each other. Your panties are getting soaked, he can feel it as you grind against him. He groans as your hands find the back of his neck, tugging at his hair as you push your cunt into him through your clothes. You swear you could come just like that, just by rubbing against the bulge of his cock through his shorts. “Y/n, fuck baby”. His hands tighten on your hips, helping you move against him. “Bucky-“.
Knock Knock Knock.
“Ignore it”, you say through the kiss, finding the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. You’re too caught up in this feeling to care who’s at your door.
Knock Knock Knock. “Bucky, you in there?! We have a training session with Steve in 10 minutes!”, you hear Sam call out from behind the door.
Bucky groans, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Yeah, Sam, I’ll be out in a minute!”. He looks at you, grabbing your hips again. “I completely forgot about the damn training session. Steve will kill me if I’m not there”. You give him a reassuring smile and kiss his nose, moving from his lap. “It’s okay, I’ll be here later”. He gets up from the couch, putting on his shirt and leaning down to kiss you. “Good. I’ll be back, I promise”.
You walk him to the door, kissing his cheek before he leaves. “I look forward to it”. He smiles and opens the door, revealing a smirking Sam behind it. “Sorry to interrupt”, he says, giving Bucky a look. Bucky rolls his eyes and heads for the training room, yelling a “Shut it, Sam” as he goes. He laughs as he starts to follow Bucky. “See ya, y/n!”. You yell bye down the hall and shut your door.
Well.. now what?
You lay in your bed, playing what just happened in your head. The feeling in your core has certainly not dissipated. It felt so good to have his lap under yours, lips and tongue meeting over and over again. His soft moans play in your head as your hand travels down until it meets your throbbing clit.
Your breath gets caught in your throat at the contact, finally getting what you were close to begging Bucky for. You dip a finger into the slick pooling around your hole and tease yourself, rubbing slow circles around your clit. You think of how his hands pushed your hips down against him, grinding your clothed cunt against his bulging cock. God, you wanted more, you wanted to be filled up, right now.
Your movements are faster as you imagine him taking you, pounding into you as he groans into your ear. You can image his face, mouth open in pleasure as he looks you in the eyes, grunting filthy words to you. His long hair falling into his eyes, his sly smile against your ear as his hand warps around your neck. “You’re mine, darling.. that soldier could never please you the way I can”. His- wait, wait, what’s happening, why is Loki in your-
You open your eyes to find Loki standing over you, his cock straining his pants as he watches you. “Loki.. His hand finds your cheek, cupping it as he leans close to you, slowly, until his nose is almost touching yours. You couldn’t be mad at him, not with the way he’s here right now, not with the way you’re desperate to be filled.
You look in his eyes. “You manipulated my thoughts”. He chuckles. “I read your thoughts. They needed to be manipulated”. He was so close to you, his breath fanning over your lips. “Why are you here?” He moved in closer. “Because I know what you need”. His hand moves from your cheek to your neck, his fingers ghosting over your pulse point.
“I know your every desire, every fantasy that’s ever crossed your mind”. He moves then, his lips touching the shell of your ear. “I’ll take care of you, darling, just let me”. His hand moves down your body, slowly, teasing you as he makes his way to your core. Your breath quickens as he trails down, until finally he cups your mound. “Please, Loki”.
He chuckles as he starts to rub you slowly through your panties, watching you whimper under him. “Tell me, darling. Tell me what you need”. Your hand finds the back of his neck, guiding his face back to yours, trying desperately to push his lips against yours, but instead he just laughs, enjoying how desperate you are. “Use your words”.
“Kiss me. Touch me, please, please”. He slaps your clothed mound and you moan, moving your hips up in an attempt for more. “Good girl”. He crashes his lips into yours as he moves onto your bed, hovering over you as his hand makes its way into your soaked panties.
He kisses you harshly as his fingers dip into your wet hole, pumping agonizingly slowly. You moan into his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to enter your mouth. He groans as he continues to work on your pussy, desperate to be inside you. “Loki, fuck that feels so good”. His fingers are getting you close to the edge already, he can feel you squeezing his fingers.
He pulls away from the kiss to look you in the eyes. “Gonna cum, darling? I’ve hardly touched you yet. Just wait until my cock is buried in you, you’ll never be able to look at another man again without thinking of how disappointing they’ll be compared to me. You’ll be on your knees, begging for me every chance you get, never able to go a night without my cock”.
You groan and writhe as his words send you over the edge. You cunt squeezes his fingers as your legs shake, your mouth falling open as moans flow from your mouth. Loki presses kisses to your open lips as you come down, his fingers leaving your cunt just for him to put them in your mouth. You moan as his fingers glide across your tongue, the taste of you spilling from them. “Suck them clean, darling. Can’t walk around all day with your cum on my fingers, can I?” You shake your head no as you suck his digits, moaning around them. “That’s a good girl”.
Knock Knock Knock
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I Can’t Make You Love Me | c.h.
pairing: calum hood x reader
genre: angst (i’m sorry)
summary: part three of ‘Take My Breath Away’ (part 2 here)
a/n: hello everyone! here I am with part three! i made a promise, i know, and i honestly have no excuses for another angst part. in my defense, there’s going to be a last part, so we’ll see what is going to happen! please, let me know what you think about it and i hope this doesn’t disappoint your expectations. love you all! i also wanna say thank you to the anon who suggested the two songs, they were essential to the creation of this new part.
songs for this part: can’t make you love me ; whiskey and you ; i love you (choose your fighter)
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Calum was not used to believing in the signs of fate; of course, in everyday life, coincidences used to happen, but he had always stopped to call them that: coincidences. But maybe he was wrong, maybe there really were signs, and one of the certainties he had always carried with him was now crumbling.
First the fever: he hadn't been ill for years, a few colds every now and then, but never anything overly serious. Instead, this time he was hit with a bad flu, one that leads you to take too many medications to say "I'm fine" and that leads you to spend three weeks in bed. Three weeks, right around the time the wedding was planned.
Then, the wedding dress was lost. It was made by a stylist, his girlfriend's favorite, and it came straight from France. She had gone to choose it, try it out, customize it, and then never receive it. Apparently, someone had stolen it and they had to postpone the wedding: her grandmother wanted to give her the dress of her dreams (“After all, you only get married once in a lifetime!” The old lady's said) and so they had been forced to make another one from scratch, postponing the wedding.
And then the wedding rings had come in the wrong size, the church had been booked by another couple, everything seemed to prevent the couple from getting married.
She was exhausted, but she was still convinced to marry him.
Calum, however, was starting to think again: Michael had told him it was normal to feel stressed and unsure about the wedding before the big day, but he knew there was so much more. Or much less, when viewed from a different point of view. Something wasn't right and he had noticed it more and more.
The truth is, things haven't been going well for a while. The relationship was beautiful, spectacular from the outside, but in his dreams, things were different; he felt it, tried to reject those thoughts, but it wasn't easy.
So Luke had decided to throw him a party. A small party, without too many guests, to try to calm the bassist's nerves. He had invited their old group, the friends with whom they had been in the mountains to celebrate several New Years, with whom they had traveled to Bali more times than they wanted to admit and with whom he had spent happy moments. He wanted to remind him that despite everything, despite the new life that was about to begin, they would be there, by his side, ready to live this new adventure with him.
Calum absolutely didn't want to go to the party. He was obviously grateful to his friends for everything they had and were doing for him, but the only thing he wanted to do was stay home, under the covers, waiting for this to pass quickly and for it to finally be his turn to be happy. He was happy, but it didn't seem like the right happiness, he was experiencing someone's happiness. Of an old version of himself, probably.. but when had all this changed?
It was a question he had often been asking himself lately, usually accompanied by a few glasses of Whiskey. He did not even like that Jack Daniel's, but it seemed the ideal solution when all the weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, giving him a very strong headache, accompanied by the thousands of doubts that assailed him every day.
But she was always there, ready to close the bottle of alcohol and embrace all his insecurities, accompanying him to bed and hugging him in the dark of the night. She was an angel, and Calum knew it, she was ready to help him whenever he fell.
The room was crowded, although only few people showed up for the party. The place had been decorated with small colored lights, a recurring decoration at their parties, and on the tables there were all kinds of snacks: chips, popcorn, candies, pizza, any food that could have become a craving created by the alcohol.
The music played pop and rock hits, great classics that would please any music lover and that would be the ideal base for any type of dance that occupied the floor.
The girls were by the window, a beer pong table divided them into two teams, and little laughter spread throughout the room with each missed basket.
His girlfriend was talking with her friends while sipping sub-branded beer at every point of the other team, a smile was on her face as she told everyone about the different ideas she had for the ceremony.
Ashton and the others were a few feet away, their bodies forming a small circle, everyone seemed to be having a good evening commenting new albums and laughing at old jokes and moments spent together.
Calum didn’t belong to either group, he was on the sidelines of all the others, with a glass of alcohol in his hand, with his body in that room and his mind in a completely different universe. He was not in the mood, he was tired, he kept repeating to anyone who asked him the reason for this behavior and no one suspected anything or investigated in depth, because everyone knew that the preparations for a wedding were not easy, that having just released an album and preparing for a new life was tiring. Everyone understood and left him there, keeping him company only occasionally, when his eyes closed or became too glossy.
He was happy and he was really tired. Things had not gone according to plan and everything seems to be more difficult than he expected. He knew it, and he didn't blame himself for it. Everything would be fine, he would be happy and this would be the last climb before a big view. He would marry a beautiful woman, raise a family, all while pursuing his dream as a musician. Everything would be perfect, fine.
“What are you doing all alone here, loser?” A voice said at his side, a voice he hadn't heard in a long, long time, and that had missed like water in a desert. A familiar voice, which would have saved him from every bad thing.
Luke had called you just a few days before, finding you had been difficult given your continuous travels, but he knew that your presence was essential and he would have traveled the whole world to find you, pick you up and take you there. And not only because the curly-haired boy needed it, but because everyone missed you, because the concerts were no longer the same without you waiting for them with pizza and compliments for all of them.
Ashton had met you a few months earlier for a coffee in San Francisco because your absence had become painful for him too, he who was used to talking to you on the balcony of some hotel, under the sky of any city was hosting them.
You left, everyone knew you were going to, and no one had tried to stop you. You needed it. You were broken, you no longer had a certain future and you needed to find yourself, your peace, your happiness.
You didn’t know where you would find these things, so you decided to travel the world with the money you had saved and in the end you were able to find serenity, returning to yourself and the world no longer scared you.
You had missed Calum deeply and there had been so many times where you had found yourself with your cell phone in front of your eyes, with his contact on the screen, ready to call him.
And it had happened a couple of times, as the sun was rising where you were and setting where he was, and he had answered you, reassuring you that everything was going well. And you told him about the beautiful places you were visiting, about the cultures you were getting to know, and you found yourself laughing at the foods he would have never tried, but that you swore he would have loved.
Despite everything, as he promised you, he remained by your side and cared for you and that helped you to move forward. You still felt so much for him, and part of you would always love the boy with the pink mug and messy hair, but maybe now something had changed. Now your heart no longer hurted so much at the thought of a future without him by your side, and you really felt happiness when you thought about their wedding.
Sure, occasionally a few tears still fell, but the important thing was that you and Calum would be happy, even if not together.
“Doll.” It was the only thing he was able to say before hugging you tightly, with a huge smile on his face and his heart ready to explode with happiness.
And you knew that that 'doll' was worth more than the memory hidden behind the word, your badly done Halloween dress and the piece of paper stuck to your chest with your disguise written on it to help others understand.
That 'doll' carried with it all the moments you hadn't spent together, all the movies you hadn't seen together on the sofa, all the moonlit walks with Duke, every Sunday at your family brunches - the family you created with all your friends, which hasn't been the same since you left.
Calum broke away from the hug and his eyes were wet, not from the hours spent awake at night but from the emotion he was feeling in seeing you. And all of a sudden, the room was empty and your presence was the only one that mattered.
Your hair had been cut to help your new start, but it had grown back and your skin sparkled like your eyes, full of life and happiness.
You were simply gorgeous, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And beautiful not only for your appearance, but for the light you radiated. You had brought back the light into his darkness and there was nothing he had needed more.
On the other hand, you couldn't say the same. Of course, he was as beautiful as the sun and that hadn't changed, but that sun wasn't shining anymore. His eyes were dull, his dark circles were darker and his face looked paler. His body no longer gave off joy, but it was just there, a normal body.
But you loved him all the same, because he was your Calum and you knew that it happened every now and then, that his world got darker, that his happiness was rarer, and you knew that you would do anything to make him feel better, to show him how much beautiful the world was thanks to his presence.
Because the world was a better place with Calum Hood in it.
“How are things going?” you asked, although you already knew the answer. Michael used to send you messages in which he updated you on their life without you and among the thousand news, he never forgot to tell you about Calum, how his life was progressing and how marriage was destroying him before he even got married.
“Harder than I thought, honestly. I'm a little stressed out, that's all.” He lied. You knew he was lying and he knew you knew, but that meant he didn't feel like talking about it right now, and that was okay. You didn't want to force him, he would open up when he felt the need and you would be there, because there was no reason to run away again.
“You stressed out? I would have never said that. You usually never take anything seriously.” You said giggling and giving him a friendly pat on the arm. He smiled and your heart skipped a beat.
“How are you instead?” He asked softly, ready to hear you talk again for hours, never getting tired of your voice. A voice that had become a habit over time, which in the darkest nights he heard repeatedly listening to the voice messages you left him.
“I'm fine, honestly. I liked Thailand a lot, it's really special. In the hotel in Bangkok there was a little black elephant walking around and I think I spent half my vacation petting it and the Thai culture is so beautiful, Calum! And Santorini, what a dream! I’m pretty sure that’s how heaven looks like.”
You kept talking, remembering the Asian sun on your skin and the taste of Greek sea water. It was a dream to be able to travel, visit places and cultures that you had imagined since childhood, totally different from what you were used to. You had missed not having someone by your side in exploring these wonders, but traveling alone had helped you, it had made you a different woman. And there would still have been the opportunity to return in the future, accompanied by anyone who wanted to have an adventure with you.
Calum paid attention to all the words that came out of your mouth, noticing the happiness in your eyes in remembering everything you had experienced. You had been happy, the broken heart had been replaced by so much joy.
He was really happy for you but, selfishly, he longed to see you again with a broken heart, because it would mean that you still loved him.
But Calum was careful to chase away certain thoughts from his head, after all it was he who didn't stop you, it was he who let you go because you needed it, because he broke your heart and you couldn't look for help in him.
“There is this pizzeria in Naples that makes the best pizza in the world, you should try it. Nothing compared to that kind of pizza we used to order during our Friday nights, it’s way better. And Rome by night is magical. I threw a coin in the Trevi fountain, you know? I know we don't believe in these things, but I wanted to make a wish anyway, you never know that magic really exists.”
Your voice kept repeating itself in his ears and while you joyfully told him about the wonderful places you had visited, Calum could do nothing but listen to you and imagine himself there with you, admiring the Italian sea of Naples and dancing in front of the Colosseum at night, away from the prying eyes of people, on the melodies of some street artist. There was nothing he wanted more than being there with you, away from all those lies that surrounded him.
And as soon as he heard the sound of your laughter, his heart expanded and Calum knew that nothing was going right because what was missing was you. It was you who filled his days, who made sure that the sun shone even on rainy days, which made the stars jealous of so much brilliance.
It was you who took the joy out of his life as soon as you turned the corner of that old building that long-gone night of his birthday. That January 25 night he had not only lost his best friend, but he had lost what made him choose life above all his negative thoughts.
As you told him about your adventures, you were careful to tell him only the happy moments, so that he didn't know about the bad days. But the truth was that everything hadn't gone so well and more than once you found yourself at the airport, ready to take the first plane to go back to him.
There had been many days in which you were locked in your hotel room, hidden under the covers, crying over the loneliness that would accompany you.
You had spent sleepless nights imagining him in his tuxedo, with his hair tidy - as far as possible - and with his usual spectacular smile on his face, on the altar of a church or on a beach of Balì, the same beach where he was lying next to you to observe the stormy sea, holding you tightly while reassuring you that you would be fine.
And then the dream would become a nightmare, and instead of seeing you in the white dress, you saw her, shining in her wedding dress, approaching him with her makeup smeared with tears of joy, ready to promise him an eternity of love.
And you were there, sitting on some distant bench or standing at the back of the church, helpless while losing your soul mate.
At the end of your travel, you hadn't visited France. You refused to visit the Tourre Effeil, to walk along the banks of the Seine and to lose yourself in the architecture of Notre Damè. Paris was your dream since you were little, you spent entire afternoons planning your vacation in the French capital and at the age of 13 you promised yourself that you would visit Paris only with your soulmate, only with the one that would have treated you like a queen and that would have loved you like in fairy tales.
And despite growing up, you wanted to keep the promise made to your little, innocent you. And so Paris was left out and you thought it would be forever, because the only person who could make thirteen-year-old you proud was in love with someone else.
Then the words ended and as the stereo played Queen songs, your eyes were lost in his. The outside noises seemed to belong to a different space and the world really seemed to revolve around you and Calum. There was no one left but you two, lost in each other's minds. Your hearts had stopped beating, there were only two separate souls, ready to intertwine together. There was no longer just Calum or just you, there was you, together. Something was different, right.
Nothing mattered anymore and even the eyes of the boy in front of you seemed to have regained their brightness.
His hand stroked your face, gently bringing the wisps of hair on your face behind your ear, his touch was reassuring and you closed your eyes for a brief moment.
Calum took a step forward and you didn't move, his free hand took yours in his and you didn't pull it back, his gaze moved to your lips and yours to his, and neither of you moved. Neither of you wanted to leave, too caught up in the moment.
“Hey, I didn't know you were coming!” A soft voice said behind you, and the bubble created by you and Calum burst. You moved away, your hearts beating again. She was there, next to him, neither of you had noticed her coming, but her presence could no longer go unnoticed. It wouldn't have been fair.
In the end, he had chosen her. His heart was beating for another girl, whether you liked it or not. His feelings were for her and it was okay, it had to be okay. You didn't go around the world for nothing. Your heart was broken, but now it was healed. Things had to stay that way.
You were happy like that.
“How are you doing?” She asked in her sweet voice. Her arm intertwined with the boy's and her eyes were watching you intently, interested in what your answer would be. She was so kind, so innocent, and for no reason was she jealous of you. She was perfect.
“Good! Ready to go back to everyday life, you?” You answered smiling at her. There was no way to hate her, you couldn't. You could envy her, sure, but in no way could you hate her. There was no reason to.
“A little stressed out but I can't wait to get married. It was more difficult than expected but my dream is coming true, you know? I'm not giving up now.” A laugh escaped her lips and joy was visible on her face.
You smiled and looked at Calum quickly, making sure he was still there. His body was mainly turned towards her but his gaze was on you.
He would have never left you anymore, He had lost you once and he wanted to make sure that that would never happen again. An awareness was making its way into his body, his mind was realizing that something, someone was wrong.
Things were about to change, someone would suffer but someone else was going to be happy forever. Things would no longer stay that way. It was time for things to go in the right way and he knew it.
It had been your laugh, your presence or maybe even your absence, but Calum finally understood.
What he didn't know, though, was that yes, things were about to change, but not for the better. He would be the one to suffer this time.
“Wait, is that a ring I see on your finger?” The girl said pointing to your left hand and making a little cry of joy. Your gaze shifted to the ring that now occupied your finger, a small smile formed on your face but your heart didn't seem to reciprocate the feeling. The gaze of the boy was now pointed at your hand.
Something changed.
In Tokyo, precisely, an angel had come down from heaven and stretched out his hand to you. And the sun was shining again, the cherry trees were filled with flowers and life was less disgusting. Your heart was full and not even the return trip could make your mood worse, because you were not alone anymore. The days were full of color again and the world no longer seemed black and white. Your future was full of hope, love, happiness. And you wouldn't have been hurt anymore, maybe, for a while.
A stranger had suddenly arrived in your life, with a happy smile and open arms, ready to pick up all your pieces and show you that you were worth it. He had made you see that everything would turn out for the best, ending up filling your heart with joy and love. It had been sudden, like Calum's proposal, but this surprise had been positive.
Then he had given you a ring, a promise ring, not for a wedding - it was too early, although the feelings were growing fast - but to promise you that he would be there, as long as there was a chance. That he wouldn't hurt you and that he would take care of you. That he would love you, whatever love is. He promised you that everything would be fine.
“Yes, it's a promise ring.” You smiled thinking about it. You were happy, right? Yes, you were. You were happy, you had to be. Someone was loving you. Still, there was something different, but this wasn't the right time to think about it, after all, you still had to get used to this big change.
Of course, the feelings for the guy in front of you would always remain, for years you were convinced that he was your soulmate, but things had gone differently. And it didn't have to be a bad thing. Finally you would be happy, not together, but still side by side. There was no more reason to run away, you could continue being friends now, without excessive feelings or broken hearts.
Calum's world, however, had collapsed. It had rolled over, traveled at the speed of light and collided with his biggest fear, and it was destroyed. Not to mention his heart, reduced to thousands of bits that not even the strongest glue would be able to reattach together. His chest really hurted, as did his stomach and head, and the flu from several months ago seemed nothing in comparison. Even the mornings when he woke up with a hangover didn't hurt that much, because that pain passed. This, however, would never pass.
Calum was in love with you. Deeply, with all of himself. He didn't want to admit it at first,it would have caused a huge disaster, but he couldn't keep lying to himself, it wouldn't do him any good.
Sure, he had feelings for his girlfriend, but it wasn't you. And he had noticed it. He used to believe that the strong affection he felt towards you was just affection, but the months in your absence had been devastating, and it wasn't normal. He wouldn't have suffered so much for a mutual friend, but for you it was different.
He loved you, and how deeply he loved you. Just a few minutes before he was ready to kiss you, no guilt assaulting him and he was ready to throw away months of wedding preparations for you.
It was you now, however, who no longer loved him. And the pain he felt was probably what you had felt over a year ago when it broke your heart. It was his fault, however, that he had come too late to a conclusion that everyone had come before.
He loved you, but you loved another, and Calum knew there was nothing more to be done now.
You would have remained friends, sure, but things would definitely change now. Before, at least, there was a chance to go back. He would not get married and his kitchen would be filled with the smell of biscuits again, accompanied by the scattered flour and your dirty clothes, victims of food wars and laughs.
But now you too were engaging with another person and those moments seemed to drift further away and to belong to a distant, unattainable, unique past.
And while you and his fiancée - a name that no longer made him smile - happily talked about your news, Calum thought there was nothing more to be done.
He could have pulled back, but for what purpose? To spend a life alone? Maybe, one day his heart would start beating again for what would become his wife and in the meantime he would give her joy, because she deserved it. She would take care of him and he wouldn't spend sleepless nights in bed alone.
So Calum drank what was left in his glass in one gulp and apologizing to th two of you, he went over to the drink table and opened a new bottle. And as the alcohol dripped into his glass, tears streamed down his face, mixing with the drink he held in his hand. He didn't even bother wiping them, he was with his back to people and away from anyone who could see him, and he just stood there for a moment, hating himself and hating you, for being so damn beautiful and in love with another, for making his heart beating again just to break it,but the truth was that there was no way he could hate you.
He loved you too much and he was ready to sacrifice everything to see you happy, even himself.
“It’s gonna get better, mate.” Someone softly whispered behind him before hugging him.
Ashton had witnessed everything from afar, had seen his friends in love, ready to conquer the world together, and then he had seen them hurt themselves, destroy their happiness for each other, unaware that there was no reason to do so. And even his heart ached.
Calum continued to cry, trying not to attract attention and letting himself be held by his best friend.
Was everything really going to be better?
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within the vision (bucky barnes x f.reader)
a/n: i’m going to be naming each chapter based on a sitcom from that time era, cause i can!! also i’m so glad everyone liked the prologue!!
warning: WANDAVISION SPOILERS, swearing, suggestive language, talks of past trauma, AU
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Chapter 1: Born Yesterday
“Do you remember everything we just went over?”
I rolled my eyes, snapping the silver bracelet on my wrist, the little charm would be normal to anyone else but Bucky and I knew the content.
“No, I forgot everything,” I turned to Tony, smiling sarcastically when he frowned.
“We should have given you up for adoption,” Tony titled his head, the tiniest smile on his lips and he played with the technology again.
The room felt packed with people, Tony and Bruce running around the technology, Bucky and I waiting beside two beds that were shoved beside Wanda’s, and Steve and Sam leaned against the wall trying to tell me to stop with this plan.
“We don’t know what could happen,” Steve repeated again, his arms crossed as Tony gave Bucky his bracelet, thicker than mine but still normal enough to not have anyone question it.
We had taken extra steps to ensure our safety as nobody knew exactly where we were going.
“You both need to get out as soon as the mission's over,” Bruce nodded, to both of us. His finger danced across the different screen, Tony and himself were the only ones who understood it.
“I was planning on going on a walk before I came back.” Bruce rolled his eyes, but gave me a hint of a smile. He understood my defense mechanism, one of the few people who never got mad when I couldn’t be completely serious. One plus for anger management classes.
“I regret doing this already,” Bucky spoke under his breath, looking up to Sam who gave a fake thumbs up.
“If it comes down to it, leave Bucky,” he responded, earning a thumbs up from me.
“I hate both of you.”
Bucky and I both laid in our own bed, our combat gear already on as we laid back slightly, Tony taking Bucky's side while Bruce came to mine.
“We’re going to first hook you to this machine to keep track of your vitals,” I said nothing, watching Bruce shove the IV in my arm and playing with the machine a bit to make sure everything was okay.
“Next, on the count of three you’ll press the button on the bracelet. Remember you need to keep your mind focused on Wanda for this to work,” Tony continues with his run on sentence, only stopping once Bucky and I both nodded once.
I felt the chill suddenly run up my body, suddenly nervous to just hind out in my best friend's mind. Especially since she had always been younger than me, I felt weirdly awkward now.
“Are you both sure about this?”
I saw Bucky nodded slightly from the bed beside me, suddenly all eyes on me. I felt myself shift in the bed, avoiding eye contact.
“(Y/N)?”
“I’m fine, I just need a second,” I spoke after Steve, smiling at his worried glares but said nothing else of it.
You were doing this for her own good, you were helping her. This wasn’t you reading her diary after teasing about her crush, this was her turning into herself not knowing we were waiting for her.
“I’m good,” I laid down on the bed, not looking at anyone as my other hand searched for the button. I wasn’t going to mess this up cause I couldn’t find a button.
“Okay, remember to stay safe and think about Wanda.”
I nodded lightly, trying my best to zone in on Wanda while Tony’s count down filled the room.
“One.”
I thought back to young Wanda and Pietro trying to hide my shoes before one of my first dates when I was 14.
“Two.”
Wanda giggling in my room at the compound when Steve went on a manhunt for me because I was late for practice.
“Three.”
I felt my finger smash the button, thinking of Wanda’s face as she held off Thanos with Vision life in her hand. I thought of her tearful face as she gave me one last glance before everything blew up before my body was smashed against the nearby tree.
The weird feeling around me gave me a stomach ache. The feeling of falling when you were about to sleep almost, but my eyes refused to open as the wind rushed past me. I wanted to panic, to pull myself from whatever I walked into, but I simply couldn’t.
I couldn't sense anyone around me, my body was all alone falling and I couldn’t stop it. I was a controlled person, I enjoyed control and suddenly that word didn’t even exist anymore.
Then it stopped, the falling was gone and my eyes were pushed open. My body was moved differently, pushed against something. When I slowly moved around I noticed the slight dusk of the sky.
“(Y/N)?” My name whispered filled the same space I sat in, I looked around trying to get my brain to focus on one thing. I felt something cold against my wrist cause me to jump, pushing harder into the rough back.
I looked down, Bucky's face laid under whatever I was sitting on. I looked up, noticing the windows and the steering wheel slightly ahead of me. I took in the leather under my fingers, seeing there wasn’t a door handle in the back and how low the roof was.
But that didn't worry me, what worried me was I couldn’t make out any other colors besides black, white, and grey. I looked to Bucky, hoping to see the light pale skin on his face but was met with white, almost like a white crayon that had been run in black dust lightly.
“Where the hell are we?”
“Wanda’s head, I thought this was your plan,” Bucky slowly sat up from the floor of the backseat, I had luckily ended up on the actual seat. I looked out, hoping to see the colors of the sky but I was met with the same grey color.
“Can you see color?”
“Can’t say I do,” Bucky rubbed his arm, slowly moving to sit in the same space I had made for him on the seat.
I finally looked around the rest of the area, noticing the row of houses and other such things. The trees and bushes reminded me of the old movie Steve would make us watch, looking like something out of a sitcom.
“What are you wearing?”
I frowned as I looked at Bucky, his eyes held confusion as he looked me up and down once. I looked down at myself, shocked to find myself in a dress, definitely not my combat gear. The material was dark, I couldn’t tell more, and a fake belt was sowed into the thick fabric.
“I haven’t seen one of those in awhile,” Bucky picked up a piece of the dress at the end, rubbing the material between his fingers when I slapped it from his wands. That when I heard it, laughing. Not like you told a funny joke laughing, like a sitcom laugh.
I pointed to Bucky, my eyes wide as I waited for who knew what. When I saw Bucky slowly look up at me from the place he looked at my dress I knew he heard it. That's when I noticed the suit he was wearing, specifically an older looking arm suit. I looked back around the car, spotting the matching hat to the suit on the dash of the car. I didn’t say anything, slowly reaching up to grab it when I saw a door open.
A lady with dark hair and bright smiles walked out, held a hand slightly in the air if she were to hold a cigarette but no smoke came out. She was talking to someone, whoever was in the house. Suddenly I watched the owner lean out slightly, my jaw going slack as I saw Wanda’s bright smile hides behind loopy curls.
“Doll-”
“Don’t call me that,” I spoke softly, doing my best to keep the facade up but I was so shocked, Wanda was lightly pushing the woman out the house, almost as if begging her to leave with a little laugh. She looked the same, only dressed up similar to me.
“You’re going to want to see this,” he tugged on my dress, my hand slapping it away again but he yanked hard. He sent me flying to the back seat of the car. my side pushed into his with a loud oof.
I heard that stupid sitcom laugh again, trying to push it to the make of my mind as I pushed away from Bucky. I hit him in the side with the hat I had managed to take back with me, my mouth wide open to yell but Bucky shoved something in my face.
I could spot the coke logo from miles away, only it wasn’t the saem logo I had always remembered. The bottles were glass and the writing looked much more vintage. That when I noticed Bucky tapping on a part of the label, my eyes reading over the information their.
Expiration date: July 6th, 1953
“1953?” I looked around the neighborhood again, suddenly realizing the vintage cars that were parked along the streets and the dress that hung off my frame.
“How?”
“I don't hear you asking how we ended up in the wrong decade,” My voice was stern as he spoke, watching the dark haired lady finally leave Wanda’s porch and go to her own house close by.
“Not the time,” Bucky finally sat up slightly, watching the lady walk in her house.
“When is the time then? Maybe the 70s or do you wanna wait til the 90s,” I snapped, looking over my shoulder with a pout. His face was so close to me, I finally noticed his once long hair was cut short.
He looked like he had in those photos of Steve and himself, back from the 40s.
“Well, what do we do know?” Bucky looked at me, his nose almost hitting mine when he turned but I had slightly moved back.
“I guess blend it?” I shrugged, hearing that stupid sitcom laugh that I wanted ro punch in the face.
“How do you suppose we do that?”
I looked around the neighborhood, smiling when I noticed the house across from Wanda’s had a large “FOR SALE” sign standing in the front yard.
“Break into that house and act like we belong here,” I smirked, ignoring Bucky as I slowly climbed into the front seat of the car. I heard Bucky yell out about me kicking him but I didn’t care as I made it to the driver seat, pushing open the door.
“For your information, I do belong here,” were the last words I heard from Bucky before I closed the door, smiling over at the house and trying to keep my voice low to not attract wandering eyes. I stood in the same place for a second, suddenly my view changed from house to concrete. I felt a little bump on my backside and frown when I heard Bucky laugh.
“Should’ve held the door,” I noticed his combat boots beside my face. Normally I would have bought him down with me but I decided it would bring too much attention and simply pushed myself from the ground.
“I hate you,” I frowned, slamming my foot into the road when I heard that stupid laugh sound around me again.
“Okay okay,” Bucky held out two arms from me, trying his best to calm me down but it wasn’t any use, I simply pointed to the sign, turning back to look at Bucky with a serious look in my eye.
“We are stealing that sign and moving to that house.”
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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.}: chapter 3
summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.
word count: 4.6K
warnings: explicit language, drinking alcohol
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"To your new job! Congrats, Y/N!" Esmé hollered over the loud club music as she held her shot glass in the air. You lifted your glass next to hers, clinking them together, before you both threw the vodka back, the liquor giving your throat a slight burn as it went down. You placed the shot glass down in front of you, adding one more to the collection that was slowly growing in front of you.
You leaned closer to Esmé's ear, practically shouting to be heard over the music that was making the club walls shake. "Thanks for taking me out tonight. I appreciate it."
Esmé slung her arm around your shoulder languidly, evidence of the ever growing drunken state that was growing between the both of you throughout the night. "No other way to celebrate your last weekend as a job free woman than with booze and boys!" She nodded her head back towards the dance floor where you watched some attractive men dance, waiting for someone to join them. Esmé hopped off her stool in front of the bar and grabbed onto your hand, tugging on it to urge you to go with her. "Come on! I want to dance!"
You groaned at her request, jokingly rolling your eyes at her. "You know, I think I'm much more comfortable over here."
Esmé scoffed, clearly not buying your lame excuse to not go out on the dance floor with her. "One song?" she pleaded.
You turned your attention to the blonde bartender, a playful smile on your lips. "Another shot please." He nodded, topping off the vodka in another glass for you. He placed it in front of you and smirked at you.
"That one is on me," he said, placing his hands down firmly on the counter. You watched his eyes dart down to your lips quickly and you felt your cheeks heat up. You understood quickly the subliminal implications of the shot.
You dropped your hand from Esmé's grip, standing up from the stool. You placed your elbow on the counter and beckoned the bartender forward to come closer to you with your pointer finger. He leaned over quickly, eager to be closer to you. Once he was close enough, you placed your hand on his shoulder, bringing your mouth up to his ear. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not interested," you whispered. You heard him clear his throat and he stood back up, clearly being brought down from whatever excitement he thought he might have found himself in for the night.
He nodded in understanding, a cocky smirk growing across his face. He lifted the shot, keeping his eyes on you as he downed it quickly. He placed the glass on the counter and leaned back over to you. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
"I won't. But thanks." You turned your attention back to Esmé who was standing there in slight shock as you walked over to her.
"What the hell did you do that for?! He wanted to get in your pants! You should have let him," she exclaimed as she motioned back towards the bartender.
"Not my type," you said bluntly, as you ran your hands down your dress to straighten it out. The dress was a navy blue with an open back and plunging neckline. It ended right at your thighs, hugging your curves along your body.
"Your type is dark and brooding men who have some sort of position of authority," Esmé teased as she led you out to the dance floor.
"I mean you're not wrong," you laughed as you started to dance next to her.
"Keep your eyes peeled. Maybe you'll find Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome tonight."
You shook your head in annoyance but continued to dance with your friend. It's not that you didn't want to be with anyone. It was the fact that you had a hard time opening up to others about yourself and letting someone be with you for every part of your life, whether it was good or bad.
You were so used to looking out for yourself that you never really looked for a partner that often. You only had one relationship that you would ever consider serious, but even then, you had ended things because you were starting college and wanted to focus on school instead of worrying about pleasing your boyfriend. He was understanding of it all but a part of you still wondered about the what ifs that surrounded the situation.
What if we were still together?
What if I let him in more than everyone else?
What if I was wrong about letting him go?
You shook the thoughts from your head as you let yourself focus on dancing with Esmé, not wishing to dwell too much on the past. There was nothing that you could do to have changed what happened, and quite frankly, given the chance to, you weren't so sure that that would have been something that you would have done anyway.
Sometimes, you wished that you could bring your guard down and let someone in but you were just too worried that someone would come in and absolutely destroy your heart.
"Maybe. Guess we'll have to see," you agreed, at least playing along with Esmé to get her to subtly take the hint that you weren't interested nor in the mood to try to find someone in the bar to take home with you.
"You know, I have to admit that the way you turned down that bartender was hot," Esmé laughed as she danced around in front of you. "He definitely thought he was going to be heading home with you tonight."
You couldn't help but laugh at your drunk friend, who even in her current state of being, continued to be your hype-woman. "Well, he definitely thought wrong," you teased.
The two of you continued to dance the night away, downing more shots throughout your time at the club. You were having too much fun with Esmé to think about anything else other than the two of you at that moment in time.
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The rest of the weekend flew by too quickly for your liking . For the most part, you spent your time at your apartment, just relaxing and watching movies to pass the time. And as the days drew closer and closer to when you were officially starting your new job, you were filled with excitement with what was to lie ahead.
On Sunday evening, the day before your first day as the Hotchner babysitter, you were walking Artemis on your usual rounds when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. As Artemis was smelling each and every little thing on the sidewalk, you checked your messages.
Aaron Hotchner
-Good evening, Y/N. Just wanted to let you know that Jack's bus normally comes around 2:15 or so. This way you can plan your day accordingly for when you'll need to be here to pick him up. There's a spare key underneath the doormat out front for you to use to get inside. I should be home by 5, but should anything change, I will let you know. See you then.
-And don't be too worried about Buster, just in case you aren't a fan of larger dogs. He'll calm down after a few minutes of you being in the house.
You replied quickly, not wanting to keep your new boss waiting to hear from you.
-Perfect! I'll see him there!
-Have a goodnight!
-Thanks, Y/N. You too. You continued on your walk with Artemis, the playful pup determined to stop and greet every dog that she passed on the way.
By the time you got back to your apartment, the sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with different shades of pinks, reds, and yellows streaking across the horizon. It was as if an artist had taken careful brush strokes and painted the ribbons of color that stretched across behind the multitude of buildings, amplifying the true beauty of the natural world.
Upon entering your apartment, you decided to take a quick shower to settle in for the night. You took off your clothes in the bathroom and hopped in, letting the warm water run down your body for a few minutes before getting washed up.
After finishing the shower, you brushed out your hair and got in your pajamas, curling up in bed with one of your books that you were currently rereading. It was The Centaur by John Updike, the story of Peter Caldwell and his father George. It was a story that warmed your heart being that it was told from an older Peter's point of view as he looked back on the memories of him and his father with a new perspective compared to the way he thought of his father when he was younger. There was just something about the novel that you loved, whether it was the allusions to Greek mythology, or the idea that it was one of the bildungsroman stories that you loved, but you could never get enough of it. The copy of the book showed its wear and tear, the spine having small creases and the pages being slightly yellowed from your constant reading. But you could have cared less.
You read a chapter or two in the book before feeling tired and ready to turn in for the night. You shut off your light on your nightstand and placed the book on it. "Artemis!" you called out tiredly. You heard the pitter patter of the bulldog's feet on the floor as she came into your room.
With a running start, she hopped up onto your bed, curling into a ball next to you. You ran your hand down her spine as she settled in for the night.
As your mind calmed down and you drifted off to sleep, your last conscious thoughts were wrapped around the idea that tomorrow would start a new chapter in your life and you were ready to start and hit the ground running.
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You arrived at the Hotchner household the next day, eager to start your new job. You grabbed your belongings from your car and headed up to the porch, grabbing the key from where Aaron had left it.
Upon unlocking the door, you were immediately greeted by Buster in the entryway. The shepherd jumped up on you, trying to sniff every inch of you that he could. You figured he smelled the remnants of Artemis on your clothes and besides, to him, you were a newcomer in his house so you were filled with unfamiliar scents.
"Alright. Easy boy," you said softly as you scratched his head and urged him to get down. "Better get used to me being here. We'll be seeing a lot of each other." Buster barked gruffly, seeming as though he was still trying to determine whether or not he was going to trust you.
You made your way to the kitchen, dropping off your belongings on the counter before checking the clock hanging on the wall for the time.
2:00pm.
15 more minutes until you had to go get Jack.
Buster barked loudly at you, grabbing your attention. He was standing next to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard, his tail wagging excitedly.
"Alright, alright. Here." You opened the door for the dog and watched as he bolted outside to blow off some steam.
Your curiosity got the best of you while you were waiting to walk to the bus stop so you decided to peruse around the Hotchner home and try to learn more about them from the items that you found.
In the living room, you noticed the collection of children's movies that were stacked neatly underneath the TV in the entertainment center. You also saw a picture frame that caught your eye.
Upon looking at it more closely, you came to see that it was a photo of Aaron, Jack, and a beautiful blonde woman. The trio was at the beach, standing proudly next to a sandcastle that you could only assume was Jack's creation considering the way that it was constructed. Aaron was holding a younger Jack in his arms, the boy's legs wrapped around his father's torso. Wide smiles were on everyone's faces, even Aaron, who even from the interview alone, you could tell that he didn't have a genuine smile on his face often.
You figured the woman in the photo was Jack's mother. You could see the features that the boy shared with the woman—her smile, the same rounded face, and more obviously the blonde locks that rested upon his head which was a stark contrast to the more raven colored hair that Aaron had. Looking at the photo, the picturesque family, it made you further wonder what had happened to her and why it seems as though she wasn't in the lives of Jack and Aaron anymore.
A loud bark stole your attention away from the photo. You glanced at the sliding glass door to see Buster standing there, panting like a fool, waiting to come back inside. You set the photo back down on its designated spot on the shelf and headed to let him inside. He bounded through the door, going straight for his water dish which he lapped up instantly.
You took another glance at the time.
2:10pm.
You grabbed the spare key that Aaron left for you and locked up the front door as you left to go grab Jack from the bus stop that was at the end of the street.
It didn't take long once you arrived to hear the bus in the distance. You stood on the curb, teetering your weight on the balls of your feet as you waited for Jack. The expectant parents waiting for their children were deep in their conversations as you heard the loud rumbling from the bus from around the corner.
The bus came to a halt at the stop sign, the red lights flashing to ensure that any passersby would stop and let the kids get off safely. One by one, the kids came off the bus with their backpacks much too large for them. You smiled as they all ran excitedly towards their parents, wrapping their arms tightly around their parents' legs for a hug.
You saw Jack hop off the last step of the bus and he looked around curiously.
"Jack!" you called out, waving your hand. "Over here!"
The boy's face lit up with a smile as he came over towards you. He stopped right in front of you, glancing up at you with his eyes squinted to avoid looking at the sun. "Hi, Y/N!" he excitedly said.
"Hey, buddy! How was school?" You squatted down in front of him to be eye level as you talked to him.
"It was good! We got tadpoles today. Ms. Kingston said they're going to turn into frogs," he explained, his voice full of wonder and anticipation.
"That's so cool! Ready to head home? I'm sure you have a lot of homework to do."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Just a math worksheet and some sentences to practice. Ms. Kingston didn't give us a lot today."
"Well that's nice of her," you said as you stood back up. You placed your hand on his shoulder and started to walk back to the Hotchner household.
"Yeah, I like her," Jack said as you watched him absentmindedly kick a pebble along the street as you walked, his feet dragging on the cement softly. His head was tucked down, entirely focused on the pebble as he kicked it, watching it bounce down the street. He stuck out his tongue for a brief moment in his state of concentration. "I got to name one of the tadpoles."
"Oh really? What name did you pick?" You kicked the pebble back towards him since it left its intended path. You saw a small smile fall across his face.
"I named mine Kermit. You know, like Kermit the Frog from The Muppets?" He picked up the pebble from the ground and held it tight in his hand. "It's better than what my friend, Peter, picked out. He picked out the name Hoppy. How lame is that?"
You laughed at the boy's apparent disgust with such a generic name for the tadpole, clearly unaware of the fact that the name he picked out was just as much of a cliché. "So incredibly lame."
He hopped up the stairs of the porch of the Hotchner home and landed on the top step with a big thump. He walked over to the corner of the porch and placed the pebble next to the small collection that he had going on top of the railing. He turned his attention back to you and gave you a small smile.
"I've been collecting rocks for a while. I started with Dad one day and I always look for the perfect ones on our way home from school." He moved by the door, waiting for you to unlock it.
"That's so cool." You unlocked the door and Jack pushed it open, being greeted by Buster.
He dropped his backpack on the floor and knelt down by the shepherd and was scratching him behind his ears. "Hi Buster! Did you miss me?" The dog barked and gave Jack a few licks on his cheek. "I missed you too, boy."
You grabbed Jack's backpack off of the ground to get it out of the way. Locking the door behind you, you went into the kitchen and placed his bag on the kitchen table.
Jack came running in a mere few seconds later and was unzipping his bag, pulling out a lime green folder that was labeled Math and his pencil case. He grabbed a worksheet out of the folder and sat down, tapping his pencil on the table. "Hey, Y/N?"
"Yeah, Jack?" You grabbed a glass from out of the cabinet and poured yourself some water.
"Can you pass me the bowl of grapes from the fridge please?" You nodded and grabbed the bowl of fruit for Jack, placing it down on the table next to him. "Thank you." He picked one of the grapes off of the stem and popped it right into his mouth.
"You're welcome." You sat down at the table in front of him and scrolled on your phone as he did his homework.
The sound of the bowl of grapes sliding across the table grabbed your attention as Jack pushed it towards you. "Want some?" he asked as he put two more of the grapes in his mouth.
"Sure. Thanks, Jack." You grabbed a few grapes off the stem and ate them as you watched him do his homework. "What kind of math are you doing?"
"Word problems for addition. We just started them the other day. Ms. Kingston said they were going to be hard but I don't think they are," he explained as he wrote down the answer for the problem he was working on.
"Word problems can be tricky. Do you need help?"
He shook his head no and tapped the eraser of the pencil on his lips. "No, I'm good for now."
"Alright, well if anything changes, I'll be in the living room if you need me," you told him as you stood up from the table.
You heard a small okay from Jack and you settled on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV.
Soon, you lost track of time as you sat in the living room. Jack's running made you turn your head away from the TV as you saw his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Everything okay, Jack?" You sat up straighter on the couch, trying to see where the boy was running off to.
"I'm all done with my homework so I was going to put my backpack away," he said at the bottom of the stairs that led to where you assumed his and Aaron's bedrooms were.
"All done already?"
"Yeah, I told you she didn't give us a lot of work to do for tonight."
"You did say that, didn't you?" you teased. "When you come back down, maybe we can play a game or take Buster on a walk or something."
"Okay!" He hurriedly rushed up the stairs and out of sight.
He came down the stairs a few moments later with a box in hand, pieces rattling as he went into the living room. He placed the box on the coffee table in front of you, allowing you to finally see what he was holding in his small hands.
"Monopoly, huh? Well, I gotta tell you Jack, when I play Monopoly, I play with absolutely no mercy," you joked as you rolled up your sleeves to your elbows, feigning cockiness.
"You're going down," Jack teased as he sat crisscrossed on the rug across from you and took the board game out of its box.
"I'd like to see you try," you encouraged as you sat down on the rug in front of him, leaning you back against the sofa.
The Monopoly game quickly ensued and the living room was filled with laughter as you and Jack played, trying to outdo one another. He told you stories from school as the game went on and you were amazed at how polite and respectful the child was. It was a shining testament to the way that his parents raised him and it made you excited about spending more time with him. You were truly enjoying his company which was something you weren't expecting.
After playing what seemed like an endless game of Monopoly, just as the two of you were cleaning up the mess, you heard a car alarm chirp which caused Buster to go rushing excitedly towards the door.
"Dad's home!" Jack exclaimed as he bolted up from his seat on the rug to the front door.
By the time he got in, Aaron was already making his way through the entrance, trying his best to maneuver his way between the excited dog and son duo. "Hey guys," Aaron said as he shut the door behind him. His voice sounded tired, like his day was really draining. You stood up from the rug and finished putting away the Monopoly pieces, watching the interaction of the father and son.
Aaron ran his hand through Jack's hair and roughed it up a bit as his other hand held onto a dark brown leather satchel. "How was school today, bud? Did you guys get your tadpoles?" he asked as he headed into the kitchen.
"Yes! I named one Kermit," Jack said excitedly, as he began to recount the day's events to his father. You heard their slightly muffled voices from the kitchen and figured that you shouldn't overstay your welcome and intrude on the time that Aaron has with his son. So you walked into the kitchen to go grab your things and head home for the day.
"Go take your shower, Jack. And then I'll make something for dinner," Aaron urged. The boy nodded and bolted upstairs but not before yelling out to you.
"Bye Y/N! I had fun today!" You felt warm at Jack's words, not only because of the fact that he was being kind, but also because of the bigger picture that he was enjoying his time with you, almost as much as you were.
"See you tomorrow, Jack!" You waved at him as he ran up the stairs yet again. You let out a sigh of relief and grabbed your purse off the kitchen counter. "That's some kid you have up there, Aaron. He's so kind and polite. I don't think I've ever met a kid as friendly and as well mannered as he is."
Aaron nodded his head silently, the tone of the room becoming much more dull than it had been about a minute ago when Jack was still downstairs. You watched Aaron grab a clear glass from the cabinet before going into a different one and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He poured the amber liquid straight into the glass, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Y/N."
"No problem." You watched as he took a large drink from the glass, placing the cup down on the counter in front of him. He turned to look at you, leaning on the counter.
He studied you for a moment, just as you did with him. His hair was soft and floppy, a few stray strands resting on his forehead. You saw the way that his warm eyes were almost masked by the appearance of the bags that hung underneath them, a testament to how hard of a worker you assumed he was. His thin lips were held tightly together, not even an inch of a smile evident across them.
A part of you felt awkward with the silence that filled the room as he glanced back between you and the half drunk glass of whiskey in front of him. But another part of you felt that it was normal being that you didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you.
He stood up and dug around in his satchel for a quick moment before handing you a sealed envelope. On the front of it was Y/N written in handwriting that was almost illegible but yet it was easy for you to read it. "Before I forget," he said quickly. "That's your pay for this week."
"Thank you. I appreciate it." You shoved the envelope into your purse and exhaled deeply. "I guess I better be going."
Aaron took another long sip of his whiskey and swirled the rest of it in his glass. "Mhm," he agreed.
You figured that it was just the exhaustion from the day that made him unsociable. But a part of you was wondering if he just was always this distant with people and closed off. It wouldn't surprise you considering you only knew so much about him.
"Same time tomorrow?" you asked as you started to walk out of the kitchen.
"Yeah. I'll probably be home later tomorrow. Some board of education meeting or some shit like that," he said as he leaned his back against the counter, crossing his feet over one another as he finished the rest of his whiskey.
"No problem. Have a good night, Aaron," you said as you adjusted the strap of your purse on your shoulder.
"You too," he said, unenthusiastically.
Your lips turned up into a small smile before you turned on your heels and left the house, getting into your car. You threw your head back against the headrest and let out a frustrated sigh.
"What the fuck was that about?" you spoke to yourself. You stared at the ceiling of your car for a few seconds before rolling your eyes and turning the key in the ignition.
Once you got back home, after settling in and telling Esmé about your day, you turned in early for the night. You couldn't help but have your mind wander back to Aaron and the way he was so curt with you. It made you question whether or not he was having second guesses about hiring you as his son's babysitter.
You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get comfortable and shake off the feeling that was churning in your stomach.
You were overthinking. You had to be. He just had a hard day at work. Maybe one of his students pissed him off or a coworker did.
Nonetheless, as you would find out in due time, that would not be the last time you fell asleep with your last thoughts before your eyes closed being all about Aaron Hotchner.
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Author's note:
Hello hello! I am so excited for this story you have no idea. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
See you soon!
-jordyn
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Our Dearest Moments ||Alec Volturi x Reader||
Warnings: None, this is nice and fluffy
Words: 2964
Summary: A request for @royalvolturisblog Forever is a long time to live, an occasionally a little reflection upon who we are and how we got here is needed to maintain our sanity, and decided some very important answers to equally as important questions.
Sometimes, life is not all we expect it to be. Sometimes, life is cruel. Sometimes, life is disappointing. For me? I can safely say it’s none of these things. My life had always been easy, the best of everything and wanting for nothing. As doting as he was, my father had spoilt me rotten and never let me work hard for anything, never given me life skills that most normal people would need to live a functioning, adult existence. Why would I need them? Money was not a problem for my family nor would it ever be, so why go to the hassle of building a life where a nine to five job sapped the life from me when I could, quite sustainably, simply enjoy my life to its fullest at my loving father’s expense? Why make your child work if there was no need? I would not settle for a subpar life as nothing in my life had ever been less than luxurious.
That was my life in a nutshell. It was flat screen TVs in a ginormous bedroom which would have fit some people’s houses inside it, four poster beds and every new games console, every makeup palette fresh off the manufacturers line and vacations to the most remote and lavish corners of the Earth. I never even had to ask for some of it, my father simply expected I would want things and provided them without request – as those of guilt soul are wont to do.
“Well? What do you say?” Alec asked, his lips pressing the gentlest of kisses against my shoulder. I hummed, leaning back against him.
“Forgive me, I was hardly listening to a word you said, my mind is…elsewhere.” I admitted. Alec squeezed my hips, arms widening around my waist to tighten his hold on me.
“You’re ignoring me now? How very rude. I thought we were passed this.” He chided, though his tone was more playful than scolding.
“Call it introspection.” I sighed. Alec chuckled.
“Introspection? Now that sounds dangerous. I happen to like you as you are, if you haven’t noticed.” He teased, pressing a kiss to my temple. I turned in his arms with a smile. He stood a little taller than I did but I didn’t mind; it always gave me the best angle of the soft curve of his jawline, the fullness of his lips that didn’t like to stray from my own for too long. It also gave me the perfect excuse to nestle my head against his collarbone, escape those all seeing crimson eyes of his. Alec had seen right through me from the very start.
“I happen to know, you inform me every day…you sap.” I smiled a little as he lifted a hand to play with my hair.
“Then why decide to be introspective? What is there to reflect on? What would you wish to change?” he questioned.
“I already have changed,” I pointed out, lifting my hand to play with his coven crest, “I actually work for a living now.” Alec actually laughed at that, pulling back to feign shock.
“You? Spoilt? I would never have guessed.” he teased. He wasn’t wrong. Even now my room was lavish, silks and fine fabrics and luxuries filling every corner, but at least this time I had worked for it. Being a part of the Volturi was a privilege in itself but it required hard work, it required proving your worth and working for the greater good of your species. It was rather odd, how I had turned my entire life philosophy around in the span of a few centuries. Maybe it was Alec, making me humbler and wiser. Perhaps I owed some of it to Vladimir and Stefan, who had taught me to fight for what I wanted rather than throw money at it. I could still remember that fateful day, though faces and names were murky now in my ‘old age’.
Samuel and Scott were two boys I had craved the presence of a lot in my human days, though I couldn’t honestly tell you why anymore. Perhaps it was the familiarity of money, or the comfort that came from knowing someone of your status and experience walked alongside you and understood your world view, but they were the closest friends I had for a long time. What was better than going on vacation with your friends at the closing of exam season? Rome had been beautiful, the sights enamouring and the food…I suppose it was okay – my tastebuds had changed since then. I could still vividly recall the kind of heat I wasn’t accustomed to back home, and the dazzling brightness of the sunlight that spotted my vision and made my ever blurry human memories seem even worse quality somehow. I also remembered laughter, and warmth, the kind of warmth that flooded your soul and felt like a good hug on the worst of days. It was strange, the things that stayed with you.
Then there was too much warmth. The process to immortalise one’s body came at the cost of burning the eternal soul till only a shell was left behind, petrified and cold. That was how Stefan put it at least in his usual, grim way. The memories of my time with them had most certainly been the most vivid, since I was very much a vampire by then and I could remember every little glance, every change in the tone of their voice. Those days….those days were full of anger. My doting father taken from me, my best friends none the wiser as to where I had gone and yet never once pleading on the news for my safe return as most others did for their loved ones. Through time and trial and error, Vladimir and Stefan had shown me that I had actually lost nothing in this life, only gained. I was stronger, swifter, better than any human version of myself could ever be.
Then came the gift.
It had been purely accidental at first. Another boy taken in by Stefan only to be turned (in what I would later find out was an attempt at raising a small army) was similarly gifted. He had the quite remarkable ability to make anything he touched smaller or larger, depending on what he wished it to look like, and unintentionally I had taken his gift to use for myself. He hadn’t stayed much longer after that, Vladimir and Stefan reluctant to let him part but allowing it – only because they knew the Volturi would send the Guard after an unruly newborn causing havoc. Why should they need him when they had me? They had been the ones to train my gift, an enhanced trait from my human life they had said – as I had taken what I wanted then I could do so now with startling efficiency. By the time Alec had arrived I had not truly gotten it under control, hence my confrontation with Jane.
It turns out the unruly newborn had been smarter than we thought, and the Masters’ had dispensed the Guard to see about this gifted vampire the Romanian’s had collected. At this point it had been months since we’d even seen the boy, years since Vladimir and Stefan had stolen me from Rome’s streets on one of their daring missions taking them close to Volturi territory. My gift had made me indispensable to them, though I like to believe that on some level they cared for me as a person, given all the gifts and birthday celebrations they had indulged in for me. There had been trips and movie nights all at my request, and affectionate gestures such as hugs and chaste kisses to my forehead that had lulled me into the false sense of security that I was where I ought to be.
“Your mind keeps wondering. I happen to be trying to ask you a very important question.” Alec was sounding a tad frustrated with me now and my eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m sorry, really, I just…do you ever have one of those days where you feel like you can’t escape thinking about the past? Thinking about the things that led you to this moment?” I sighed. It was perhaps a tad dramatic, perhaps even silly of me to be this distracted by such errant thoughts, but they wouldn’t leave me be. Alec stared at me for a long moment, and then he tucked a lock of stray hair behind my ear and swept me off of my feet to seat us on the sofa before our fireplace. Draped across his lap as I was, he had made me his sole focus and gave me his undivided attention now.
“I can’t say I do, so explain it to me. What are you thinking of in particular?” he questioned. My head tilted slightly, the briefest of smiles tugging at my lips.
“Demetri fixing up his nose the day we met.” I giggled. Alec snorted, eyes rolling.
“Vladimir did hit him rather hard.” He agreed. The commotion hadn’t much bothered me, my head buried too deep in my book to really be bothered by such trivial things, but then he had screamed. It was a blood-curdling kind of scream, the sort you heard in slasher movies when the victim is disposed of. It was the first time I had seen Jane’s gift in action, and the only time since I had stolen it. I had only meant to shove the menacing little blonde away from the man I had grown to see as a second father, only to accidentally set her own gift on her. She had crumpled like a straw doll, screaming all the while, and anyone else who came at me went down the same way.
Felix, Demetri and Jane just writhed on the stone floor while I tried and failed to keep Alec at bay, the mate bond I had unknowingly just set with him the moment we locked eyes preventing me from hurting him and vice versa. His mist had danced at the edges of my feet as he gave me more warnings than I was sure was customary of a Guard with his reputation until I managed to calm the raging inferno in my own mind, and douse the flames in theirs.
“Then you misted me.” I recalled, scowling at him slightly. Alec looked amused.
“You were getting rather violent,” he pointed out, “I’d merely suggested an even trade, their lives for you accompanying us to Volterra, and poor Demetri lost his nose a second time that day.” I could still recall the crunch of his skin beneath my knuckles as I vowed to never let them take me anywhere, and now two centuries on I couldn’t bear the thought of being anywhere other than in Alec’s lap. His hand skimmed my arm as I dropped my head on his shoulder.
“You think he would forgive me for that by now.” I said. Alec chuckled and kissed my forehead.
“Not in a million years, his ego is more fragile than his nose.” He murmured against my skin. I hadn’t been happy for a very long time after that. Dragged away from my home against my will and told it was all for a mate bond I hadn’t been ready to accept. I was cruel, very cruel, and I called Alec all sorts of filthy names. Neither him nor Jane had ever really done me wrong, yet still I rarely addressed them as anything other than ‘witch’ or ‘terrors 1 and 2’. I spent the majority of my days avoiding as many people as I could really, though I found Marcus to be quite calming and consequently ended up with the Masters’ more often than not. It was with their encouragement I ended up confronting my two-arch nemesis, their gentle prodding that had led me into Alec’s arms in the end.
“God I’m sure your mother would weep if she could see you now!”
“She did! She wept and pleaded with the villagers tying us to the stake until they caved her head in with stones. How about yours?”
I cringed slightly, the memory as fresh as if it had been just yesterday. Jane had looked ready to roast me that day, while Alec had cut me down to size with his words. Their mother’s fate, their deaths, they were nothing such of tragic incidents that should never have occurred, not to these two. It had triggered a memory I had thought had faded as most other human memories had, though I could see no eyes in the soft, familiar features of my mother’s face given I couldn’t remember the colour of them. She had been reaching for me in my dreams for years, that single bloodied hand protruding from the wreckage of a car only I had escaped from haunted me to this day. How far I had strayed from the woman she would have wanted me to become.
“How could you forgive me?” I asked finally. Alec raised his eyebrows.
“For punching Demetri in the face? Quite easily. I found it entertaining.” He answered.
“Not for that! For…everything else. I was nothing short of difficult and downright cruel to you.” I reminded him. Alec tilted his head, quietly making a noise of understanding. It wasn’t so long ago Alec had asked me to marry him, at least, five years didn’t seem all that long for a vampire. He shifted till I was facing him, straddling his lap and chest to chest with our noses almost touching.
“I forgave you because I loved you, even then. I didn’t see cruelty, I saw hurt that never truly healed. Our scarred hearts were made for one another, even if you weren’t ready to accept it.” He murmured.
“But all those awful names I called you…” I sighed, closing my eyes as shame ate away at my insides. Alec chuckled.
“Some were quite inventive, I’ll give you that,” he said wryly, “Y/N…you replaced every bad memory with a good one. The time you gifted me that bookmark because you knew how much I loved to read? The memory of our first walk in the Garden’s together where you taught me all about gardening and when the best time of year to plant certain flowers was. Our first kiss, the first time you held my hand even. You made the effort to make it right.” He kissed my nose sweetly before capturing my lips with his. His every kiss had been intoxicating since our very first one, the sweet taste of his mouth on mine addictive, the way his lips moved a hypnotic dance I could forever get lost in performing with him over and over. When we parted I pressed my forehead to his.
“I do love you, you know.” I swore. Alec flashed me a smile.
“I know, you impossible little brat,” he teased, tugging my hair lightly, “Now will you please listen to what I’ve been so desperately trying to ask you all day now?” My eyes rolled, but I nodded.
“Make it worth my while, baby.” I teased.
“Don’t, you know I hate when you call me that,” he warned, though his lips twitched upwards, “Y/N, my impossibly stubborn, talented little beauty. I’ve never been in doubt you love me, and I hope I’ve never given you reason to doubt that I love you just as much. You challenge and enrage me daily, yet you are also my greatest comfort and strength when I need you to be. So stop being so bloody awkward and marry me already!”
“That wasn’t a question.” I pointed out, eyebrows raising. Alec groaned exasperatedly, his head falling back against the back of the sofa. My head tilted slightly.
If my day of reflection had done anything, it was show me how far I had come. I was no longer the same spoiled little girl I had once been. I had become a protector of our kind, and my journey with Alec had humbled my tongue. I was perhaps wiser, far kinder. I had not felt worthy of the mantle before but seeing him beneath me now, my love so ardent in his affection and persistent in his showing of it, I realised I had no need to be afraid – I had proven my worth to Alec tenfold. Gripping his chin, I forced him to look at me. He looked rather frustrated.
“This is the modern era Alec,” I scolded, “I will never say yes to your proposal.”
“But-“
“Because you are going to be saying yes to mine. Marry me, Alec.” I didn’t ask, more stated it. I knew he wouldn’t say no. With another exasperated groan he shook his head.
“You do make me work for it don’t you? So long as I slip a ring on your finger I really don’t care who asks who. Fine, I’ll marry you.” He leaned in but I pressed a single finger to his lips, preventing him from kissing me. His eyebrows arched into his hairline, almost as if to say ‘what now?’.
“It’ll be a Winter wedding.” I decided. A brief smile flashed his lips upwards.
“Spring.” He retorted.
“And the bridesmaids will wear emerald green.” I continued.
“Peach.” He countered, his smile growing as I pulled my finger from his lips.
“Oh and I want diamonds Alec, they’re a girls best friend.” I grinned, our noses brushing now.
“You’ll get a cereal box ring and be happy with it for all the waiting you’ve made me do.” He huffed. I didn’t get to protest, not when he smothered my mouth with his own, both of us laughing as we let the past be and looked forward to our future instead.
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The Hollywood Ghost Club p1
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Luke x Reader
Word Count: 3k
A/N: In this chapter I reference the song “Welcome to Wonderland,” By Anson Seabra, and yes it was partly a tiktok trend a few months ago but I really liked the idea of having it work here. Anyways give it a listen while you read for a fun time and let me know what you think! (I rly love feedback 🥺)
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It was a busy day at the club, Caleb had more than the usual number of new additions to the club so you had to spend most of your day running around and getting the rooms ready.
This is the most stressful part of the incoming process, but the one that you thought was the most important.
Coming to terms with your death and realizing that you will be living in this hotel for the rest of your undead-life is hard to grasp, and it seems to be taken a little easier when the room is nice and cozy looking, with little welcome notes and words of encouragement from you saying they can reach out whenever they need.
That was your goal, to make sure that they had someone, who had their best interest at heart, to be there when they felt low, or needed help. It’s what you thought you had in Caleb, only to find out just how wrong you were.
Caleb wanted power, that’s the only reason he was so sweet to you when you got here. He saw the potential you had and wanted to get his hands on you so you wouldn’t use your powers against him.
As soon as you found out what he was doing, you made a vow to not let him do it to anyone else, if they had powers like yours, you couldn’t let him get his hands on them.
You had just just finished setting up the last room when you heard the familiar sound of wheels on carpet around the corner from where you were.
“Willey, I told you not in the hotel! You’re gonna tear up the carpet!” you scolded as you rolled your eyes.
Willey came into view and you could tell something had happened, his smile was unusually wide at the moment.
“You know the boy I was telling you about? The cute ghost I ran into the other day? He and his band want to talk to you, they want help understanding their ghost stuff, and I mentioned you, so uh.. I’m bringing them over this afternoon!” He rushed everything out in one breath and started jumping up and down in excitement.
You smiled at his actions and shook your head,
“You seem to really like this boy, don’t you?” You eyed him and giggled as he started to blush.
“I should be done with my incomings by 1:30 if you want to bring them then, and Caleb should be out until show time this evening so we should be good on that front. I’m excited to meet them.” You smile and look at the boy in front of you get worked up again.
“Oh, (y/n) you’ll love them! They are so much fun, Reggie can be a little slow sometimes, but I can see you really getting along with Luke, he has some similar attitudes that you do, and then Alex, ugh what’s not to like about him?” Willey was falling into a daze and you placed your hand on his shoulder to bring him out of it.
“It’s gonna be great, but I do have some newbys to welcome before you bring them here, so I gotta get going, see ya later!” You smile and walk away towards the entrance gate.
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Welcoming the new ghost was both rewarding and tiresome, you did what you could to make each person feel welcomed and at home, but some guests were harder than others.
“Okay, (y/n), we’ve got one more, she should be here in 5 or so minutes. Here’s the profile you asked for!” One of the other ghosts, Kendra, said as she handed you a folder with some basic information on the new ghost.
Kendra didn’t have powers like yours, but she wanted to help you in any way she could, it was her idea to start collecting data on the new ghosts for you to use to make this an easier process.
You opened the file and your mouth dropped in shock, tears prickling behind your eyes.
“Kendra,” You gasped out and she came back and looked at the file with you, “she’s, she is only 6 years old.” You shook your head to get your thoughts straight.
“Okay, we’re going big for this one. Get some of the dancers for tonight down here in fancy dress, I have an idea.” You decided and she nodded.
You don’t typically do anything more than hand a personalized welcome bag to the new ghosts or give them a small memento to help them feel like they were in a new home.
You have never had someone as young as her, this child died at such a vulnerable age, what could Caleb want with such a young ghost?
You were in the middle of rushing to set things up when you heard the voices of Willey and some other boys coming your way. Checking your watch you realized it was 1:30 and these were probably the boys that he wanted you to meet.
“(Y/n)!” Willey called and his face fell when he saw your expression, then looking around and saw other ghosts rushing to clear the space.
“What’s going on? Did something happen?” He continued and grabbed your arm to stop your movements.
All you had to do was hand him the file and he understood. You turned your attention to the group on boys that came with Willey.
“Hi guys, I promise I’ll have a more formal introduction in a bit, but right now I really need your help, you sing right?”
The group nodded and you stepped into action. With a snap of your fingers you had changed them all into suits that resembled something out of the “Alice in Wonderland” movie, as that was your goal.
“Woah,” The blonde boy took a step back and looked up to Willey to see him poofing into a similar style outfit, “Look, not that I mind an outfit change, but what’s going on?” He asked.
“My job here is to welcome new additions to the club we belong to, I play a somewhat vital part of making the transition from life to death a little easier for those struggling to accept it,” you took a breath as the next part still made you feel a variety of emotions, “We have a new ghost that is coming any minute now that dies last night, she was only 6 years old. I can’t even imagine what she is going through or what she is thinking so this is going to be the most magical and happy welcome I have ever put on.”
The boys all had a sad look in their eyes, looking at each other and nodding, solidifying their decision to help you with this process.
Willey handed you back the folder and squinted his eyes, noticing the dim color in your own.
“(Y/n), how much magic have you used today?” He went to grab your face to look closer but you poofed away, knowing he wouldn’t like what he saw.
“I’m fine, just follow my lead and, well, catch me when I finish.” You smirk and snap your fingers, causing the room to change from the open ballroom to the looks of an open field with trees and small flowers.
Hearing a small knock on the door you smile big,
“Here we go,” you clap your hands and the music starts, the melody of “Welcome to Wonderland” flowing from the band.
The girl walked in and you smiled and sang the first few lines of the song, opening your arms wide and gesturing to the scene around you.
“Welcome to Wonderland, we've got it all, Potions and pastries that make you grow tall”
You snapped your fingers again and a tray of drinks and small snacks that the young girl liked appeared beside her, she grabbed one of each and looked back at you.
You squatted beside her and motioned to the rest of the room,
“Forests and cottages, castles and cards that can talk” You sang again, allowing her to take in the many sights that the room held.
“Welcome to Wonderland look where you're at, maddest of hatters, the Cheshire Cat, magical cabins and lovely white rabbits with clocks” As these words were sung you motioned some of the actors to skip out and do a small show of dancing and fun.
You grabbed the small girls hands and spun her into a dance of your own.
“Dancing through a dream, underneath the stars, laughing 'til the morning comes. Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart. Oh, Wonderland I love.”
You take a step back and bow to the child while signing the next line, taking her hand directly after.
”Welcome to Wonderland, I'll be your guide. Holding your hand under sapphire skies”
With another snap of your fingers you change the ceiling to appear a deep blue, with lots of small stars peeking through, pointing out a shooting star to the girl.
“Let's go exploring or we could just go for a walk, Welcome to Wonderland, where should we go?”
You lead the girl down a path where you see Willey and the boys wait, instruments in hand, ready for their cue.
“There's a tea party along down the road, make an appearance and maybe they'll sing us a song” You sang, then the boys launched into a slight solo that you all danced around to.
“Dancing through a dream, underneath the stars, laughing 'til the morning comes”
While this part played out, you put fireworks in the sky and had everyone come back out to dance with you. You kept snapping your fingers, using more and more of your limited magic to make this the most magical moment for the child.
You look down and see her eyes gleaming back up at you, bringing a warmth to your chest.
Knowing you had to wrap this up, you start snapping closer to the girl's head, making her sleepy, and filling her mind with warm and happy thoughts.
“If this was a dream, then at least I've got memories for when morning comes.”
You continue the snaps, feeling your magic fading with each one, leaning on a chair for support. You’ve learned in the past that your magic seems to be directly linked to your energy levels, so you knew you had a short amount of time left before you collapsed, so you gave this last part your all.
“Now that I must leave with a heavy heart, Oh, Wonderland I love.”
You smiled at the girl as she fell asleep in your arms. You quickly handed her off to Kendra to take her to her room, which you quickly poofed the snacks and other goodies to so she had them when she woke up.
Knowing this place needed to be spotless before Caleb came back, you used the last of your power to clap and the room put itself back together.
Directly after you felt your knees start to buckle and you gasped as you started to fall, but knew you wouldn’t hit the ground.
Within an instant Willey had caught you and poofed you over to a couch where you could rest.
“That was AMAZING!” the dark haired boy exclaimed, “I do have a question… were those bunny people real?” he moved in closer, “where did you send them?” he had his eyebrows scrunched and was looking at you very seriously.
“Ah, you must be Reggie,” you laughed, then looked at the blonde boy, “and Alex, I've heard alot about you,” this caused both him and Willey to blush, “and I guess that makes you Luke.” you turned to the brunette, meeting his gaze. He smiled in return and then coughed to break eye contact.
“Ehm, yeah. So, you’ve got some serious power, what you did for that girl, that was truly amazing.” Luke looked around and back to you. “Are you okay though? You look, um…”
“Dim? Yeah, she doesn’t know how to limit herself,” Willey handed you a glass of water, “She has some limitations to how much she can use at once, and then when she succeeds, this happens.”
You roll your eyes at Willey and take a sip of the water.
“I’m fine, really, I’ll gain my energy back soon enough,” You brush off the worry and try to change the subject, “So, Willey was telling me you guys had questions?”
The boys looked between each other and back at you.
“Well, there's this one girl who can see us, and then when we play music with her everyone can see us perform. We are trying to figure out if there's a way that we can be seen even when we aren’t playing?” Luke stepped forward to ask.
You tried to hide the shock on your face when Luke said they could be seen, if Caleb knew about this then he’d mark them, so you tried to steer away from that.
“So there’s nothing I can think of right now, but I can definitely keep my ears open to see if anyone else has ideas. Who is this girl that can see you?” You responded after a bit.
“Oh! Julie! She’s great, so is her dad, he’s really good at taking pictures and stuff, and her brother-” Reggie got cut off by Alex putting his hand over his mouth.
“Dude, she asked about Julie, not her family tree. Julie was cleaning out her mom’s studio when she found an old CD of ours, when she played it we kinda, just, fell into her life.” He explained.
“Did you guys die recently?” Taking a once over at what they were wearing you knew they hadn’t, but wanted to give them a chance to explain.
“We died in ‘95. Uh, an accident of sorts…” Luke scratched the back of his head.
“We ate bad street dogs.” Reggie dead panned and Luke turned to him in annoyance.
“DUDE! Not everyone needs to know.” He threw his hand to his forehead as you giggled, then launched into a cough fit.
“Ah, little bird, why so weak?” Your eyes shot open and met a matching scared expression from Willey.
You shot to your feet, mustering all the power you could into holding a strong stature.
“Caleb! I thought you were out until the show tonight?” You questioned.
“Finished early,” he traced a finger under your chin so he could look in your eyes, “why so dull?”
You gulped and planted a smile on your face.
“Just welcoming today's batch, it can really take it out of me,” you turned to Willey and motioned with your gaze to take the boys away, but sadly not quick enough.
“Ahh, and who do we have here?” You close your eyes and try to think of something, Willey speaking first.
“Just some ghosts I met, we were just going,” He tried pushing them away but before they could get out Caleb called them back.
“Oh, don’t rush on my account! Please, stay for my show tonight, or if you have to go, at least come back for it?” He clapped his hands together and you felt a burn start on your wrist, and his gaze shifted to you.
“(Y/n) is performing tonight, she’d just love it if you boys could join.” He smiled down at you and the burn intensified.
“Ah, um, yeah! You guys should definitely come back!” You faked a smile and looked back at Caleb.
“Uh,” Luke started, smiling as he switched his gaze from Caleb to you, “We have a gig at 9, but I’m sure we could swing by for a bit, I’d love to see you again.” He looked at his band mates and they shrugged.
You winced when he mentioned they were playing tonight, knowing Caleb would ask you about it later, and you couldn’t lie to him, the mark made sure of that.
“Excellent, I look forward to getting to know you boys tonight.” Caleb smiled and started to walk away, but turned at the last second, “(Y/n), darling, can you meet me in my office after you show the gentlemen out?”
You nodded and he continued on his way, as soon as he was out of sight you turned to Willey.
“Um, I guess I’m gonna go talk to him, but uh, wanna meet me in my dressing room later?” You prayed he knew what you meant, you guys had to talk about how to go about this situation.
If you tried telling the boys not to come, you would get shocked, same if you tried to warn them, it was a lose-lose situation.
Willey nodded and turned to the boys, all of them about to start leaving when Luke turned to you quickly,
“See you later (y/n)! Can’t wait to see you perform!” He smiled wide at you and you couldn’t help the grin that broke on your face.
You waved as you watched them leave, the smile falling off your face as they disappeared, knowing what was coming next.
You slowly walked towards Caleb's office, delaying what was inevitably about to happen.
Eventually, your walk came to an end, you raised your hand to knock, but before you could, the door opened on its own, Calebs voice speaking from within.
“Ah, my little songbird, nice of you to join me.” He smiled a wicked smile and the door closed behind you.
“So, tell me about these boys.”
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Late nights at Hawkins High Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x reader)
Part 1
You went to stand in the line to get your degree in the sun on the field where you and Billy shared your first kiss a few months ago. It felt like an eternity ago. You waited until they called your last name, walked onto the stage shaking hands with the headmaster and he handed you the piece of paper that meant you were free. After the ceremony you walked up to the mullet haired boy that was your boyfriend. You and Billy had been going strong for the last months. "Hey there.“ you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, his went around your waist as he gave you a sweet kiss "Hey princess. Congrats.“ he whispered against your lips as you parted slightly "Congrats to you too.“ you smiled at him. You took his hand into yours and walked to where your parents where standing. "Look at you two! Congratulations!“ your mother said and gave both of you a big hug, your father did the same afterwards. Your parents liked Billy alot even before you became a couple and they were even happier as you told them that you were in a relationship. You talked to them a bit until his father, his stepmom and Max came over to where you were standing. "Congratulations!“ Susan said as they approached you. "Who would’ve thought Billy was getting a degree!“ his father laughed, it seemed like he wanted it to sound like a joke but you knew his intentions behind it so you took your boyfriends hand again and gave it a squeeze. Your parents talked for a bit with his parents and Neil threw quite a view mean "jokes“ toward Billy.
After a few more minutes you excused yourself and walked a bit away from the group. "I fucking hate him.“ you muttered once you were sure they couldn’t hear you anymore. "Me too, but it’s only one more night.“ he said and you began to smile widely. Tomorrow you would leave Hawkins and you couldn’t be happier to start this new chapter of your life. "Y/n, Billy!“ Someone called and you saw your other best friend Robin come towards you. "Oh my god hey!“ you two hugged each other "Can you believe it? We actually did it!“ you said "I know right?!“ she went to give Billy a hug afterwards. When you and Billy had first got close she wasn’t a fan of him at all. She actually despised him but they eventually got on fine with each other and once she saw how happy he made you she didn’t hated him that much anymore. She was actually happy after you told her that you were together now since she knew how much you liked him and she just wanted her best friend to be happy. One particular Friday night when Robin was staying at your house Billy tapped on your window almost giving her a heart attack thinking the monster from the movie you had just watched was coming. That night he let Robin in on his secret after you swore to him that he could trust her that she wouldn’t tell anyone. After that she understood why he was acting the way he used to in school better.
You and your two friends talked a bit until someone screamed "HARGROVE!“ you saw Billy cringe slightly "Hey Tommy“ Billy said to the boy that approached you all now. "What’s up? You gonna come to my party tonight right?“ he asked and Billy shrugged looking at you gave a small nod. "Yeah guess so.“ He said and Tommy clapped his back "That’s my man!“. They continue talking and you turn towards Robin "You’re coming too right?“ she makes a disapproving sound "It’s my last night and I want to spend it with my best friend please!“ you whine and a smile breaks out on her face "Okay okay!“ you hug her thightly once more.
Afterwards you and Billy went to your parents house to have dinner with them. They originally wanted to invite the Hargrove/Mayfield household too but you asked them not to. Without much explaining you had told your family that Billy had a difficult relationship with his father and that Neil was not a nice person. Billy was happy when he sat down at your table now. He always felt welcomed in your parents home and he was so thankful that they’d accepted him into their lives. You all ate and talked freely. You were also extremely happy seeing your parents and your boyfriend get along so nicely. After the dinner your parents handed you both a envelope. "We have a little present for the two of you. Go on open it!“ your mother said and you opened it, in it were two checks with 500 dollars each. Your family was far from rich so thousand dollars was a lot of money for you. "I- I can’t take this.“ Billy said shaking his head. "Billy. We love you, you are a part of this family now and we thought you two would need a little something for California.“ you father said. Billy looked at it for another moment while he blinked, he looked at your father "Thank you! A lot. Thank you.“ your mother gave the blonde another hug and you thanked them after that. You were so happy to have a loving family and you were sad to leave them. But you would had left Hawkins even if you hadn’t met Billy. You wanted to leave this town since you were 12.
"I can’t believe you are leaving me here!“ Robin pouted but you knew there were no hard feelings. You two sat on a bench in the garden of Tommys House, everyone else was inside drinking and dancing. After a bit Billy came through the door "Here you are.“ you shuffled closer to Robin so he could sit next to you. "Oh I forgot to tell you! I went to get my work uniform today and guess who’s my co worker?“ she asked you pulled your eyebrows up "Who?“ she took a sip from the red cup before saying "Steve fucking Harrington!“ you chuckled "Don’t laugh! It’s a nightmare!“ now you actually let out a laugh "Geez Robin maybe he’s nice...“ she rolled her eyes at you "He’s a dingus!“ "I agree!“ Billy said and you shot him a glance "You shouldn’t be so quick to judge him. Remember I wasn’t so happy either when I was paired up with this one.“ you nodded your head towards Billy "Hey!“ he chuckled holding a hand over his heart. "You know i love you know. But you were mean back then.“ you explained yourself "Yeah I was a dick...“
"Look people can change maybe you and Steve will become friends.“ Robin made a disgusted face "Okay stop before im going to puke.“ you leaned your head onto Billy’s shoulder as the topic of the conversation changed.
As you were about to leave you remembered to ask something "Oh Robin you’re coming over tomorrow right?“
"Of course what time?“ you thought about it "Billy comes over at 12 so maybe 10?“ she nodded and you all got into your parents car wich you drove since you didn’t owned one yourself and neither did Robin and the camaro was already packed with your suitcases and stuff you wanted to take with you to your knew home. You drove Robin home and then made your way to Billy’s house. "You really don’t want to stay over at mine?“ you asked as you looked at the House in front of you. "Nah my dad would actually kill me if I would do that.“ he leaned over to give you a kiss "Also after tonight I can share a bed with you every night.“ you hummed as you leaned in again. The sweet little kiss turned into a small make out session. Kissing Billy still made you nervous but a good kind of nervous, the butterflies were still there everytime. "I love you Billy.“ you said and he gave you a peck again "I love you too.“ he opened the door "See you tomorrow.“ he said. Once he reached the door he winked at you and then he was gone.
The next morning you had breakfast with your parents and packed a few things you needed like your shampoo and toothpaste, everything else was already in the Camaro. You had been able to downgrade your need of rooms once you were actually a couple since you wouldn’t need two separate bedrooms anymore. The flat you had ended up renting wasn’t that big but you loved it when you visited it a few weeks ago also it wasn’t far from the beach. Billy had already found a job there, one of his old friends had known someone who looked for a lifeguard this summer and being a California native he easily got the job. You would look for one in the coming weeks even though Billy was always telling you to apply for college in California but you wanted to start college with him next year.
Robin came over to your house and you talked until Billy came over. You said your goodbyes to your parents first crying but they assured you that you did the right thing and that the two would be back to thanksgiving anyway. Robin hugged you tight and you had to swear to her to call every week at least once and meet up with her when you were in town. You also told her that she should come visit you at the end of summer. While you talked to her your parents hugged Billy goodbye and once you parted Robin looked at the mulled haired boy "Come here you Dingus!“ they hugged and you heard her say "Take good care of her!“ he chuckled "I will.“ she smiled too "Yeah I know.“ you got into the car’s passenger seat, still crying and you all waved as you left. "Are you sure you want to do this... with me?“ Billy asked almost whispering. "Of course I want to B!“ he didn’t looked at you "Billy I love you and I want to start this new part of my life with you! I’m sure in this decision! I want this.“ he smiled now "I want this too. Fuck You don’t know how happy I am that I’m able to leave and on top of that I have you.“ you intertwined your fingers with his and he gave your hand a kiss.
The drive was exhausting, you took turns driving so the other could sleep but finally you did it. The moment you stood in the living room of your new home you knew this long drive was worth it. You squealed as you hugged Billy close giving him a few fast kisses. You were able to get a small flat that was already furnished. Sure it wasn’t anything fancy but you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. This was perfect. After you brought your stuff inside you decided to take a walk on the beach and get some takeaway.
Billy watched the smile on your face wich made him smile as well. You walked hand in hand, the water beside you and you just looked stunning to him. He could actually cry because of how happy he was. "I can’t believe this.“ Billy said and you looked up at him "I know it’s perfect here.“ he stopped walking causing you to also halt. "I love you y/n. You don’t know how much and I’d never thought that would be possible but here I am.“ you smiled up at the boy with the blonde mullet and your heart hammered in your chest. "I love you too Billy Hargrove.“ he smiled a genuine smile, the one he gave only you before he slipped his hand in yours and kissed the back of it briefly as you started to walk along the shore again.
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— ꒰‧⁺paris run away *ೃ༄
↷ heeseung x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ
↷genre: fluff | comdey ⋯ ♡ᵎ
↷ warnings: not proofread | none! ⋯ ♡ᵎ
↷ synopsis: (y/n) just graduates from high school and feel incomplete but doesn’t know what’s missing. a trip to paris might be able to fix that ⋯ ♡ᵎ
↷ author note: this is @enhypenwriters event of the month! strangers to lovers <3 i think this was my favorite to write out of the three pieces but i feel like it’s lacking some flare :( i think it still turned out okay though. i hope you enjoy <3 ⋯ ♡ᵎ
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you should have listened to sunoo when he said that it wasn't a good plan to travel to a foreign country on impulse.
you wouldn’t say you’ve ever been the most courageous person in your life. determined to break that trend, you planned this super out of the blue trip without much thought.
yeah. maybe this was a bit TOO courageous.
you didn't comprehend what compelled you yet here you were, arriving at paris charles de gaulle airport.
you stared at the large windows of the airport, viewing the plane that you had just left.
the gate for the concluding passengers had been locked by the flight stewardesses.
one of the stewardesses obtained eye contact with you, before shooting a smile and lightly bowing her head.
you absentmindedly returned the gesture, mind elsewhere.
bustling throughout the airport were people hurrying to their connecting flight or slumping into their lover's arms
people carried two or more suitcases with various bags strapped on their bodies, nothing on you besides a petite sling purse and one small carry on suitcase.
as weaved your way through the mass of stressed travelers, you briefly thought to yourself
how the hell did you get here?
2 days earlier
clusters of kids outfitted in blue gowns and caps could be recognized a mile away.
the graduation from high school to university.
your friend minji encloses her arm around your shoulder, your arm resting on her waist.
minji’s mom was stood in front of the both of you, gesturing wildly as she tried to take the ‘perfect graduation photo’ as she had put it
"okay pose! get a little closer, perfect. 1, 2, 3" your friend's mom counts.
the camera shudders which creates a beaming light to flash, eyes faintly twitching.
shrieks could be heard throughout the campus as girls queued up to take their final photographs with the popular guys.
minji's mom draws back the camera and we check the picture.
"it's cute," minji exclaims, peering at it a bit more closer. you nod your head in approval.
you would miss minji, one of the friends you could constantly count on in math class when you neglected to do your homework from binging korean dramas.
"i'll send you the picture later (y/n)! don't forget about me alright? you have my socials and you can always talk to me," minji grasps your hands
you smile, feeling sad at the departure of your best friend, "of course minji, don't forget me either"
"i could never," she brings you into a secure hug.
"sweet pea perfume," you say and she chuckles. sweat pea was minji's preferred perfume and you would miss that aroma.
"i have to go now, but i'll see you around okay?" minji says.
you could notice tears well up in her eyes and she fans her eyes to prevent the tears.
"don't cry ji, i'll start crying," you joked. "i live near here and you can always visit me! my door will always be open."
she smiled, "the same goes for you." her mother shouts her name before she has to go.
"alright, see you around," you wave to her as she leaves.
on the opposite side of the garden, your mom signals to you with your bouquet of red roses in hand.
"are you ready honey?" she asks you and you smile, nodding your head.
the car ride was in pleasant quietness, light radio music fluttering in. you had taken off your cap and laid it in the car seat next to you accompanying with your bouquet.
you had glimpsed outside to see your campus still arranged with your classmates, beaming and posing for additional pictures.
you bitterly smiled.
for the first time, graduation didn't appear like one of those liberating scenes of a movie,
1 day ago
you sprawled on his bed, staring straight up. a fan in your hand, fanning the perspiration that threatened to come.
your eyes match the fan's speed directly above your neighbor and best friend, sunoo's, bed.
his air conditioner was broken. with the avail of those elementary paper fans and the only fan stationed in the house, you were able to find comfort
you questioned if he ever got frightened of it dropping on him when he slept.
sunoo occupies the bathroom that's joined to his room, applying some light powder.
your mind strays, more thoughts simmering in the back of your brain. you sigh for the 10th time and sunoo being exasperated, allows out a loud groan.
it draws you out of your daze and you snap your head towards him."
"what is with you? what is on your mind sunshine?" he shuts his cushion, flinging himself on the bed.
"are you ever scared of the fan falling on you?" you felt the bed dip
"no, it's been like that for years, and don't change the subject. what's wrong?" sunoo retorted
"what makes you say that? i'm fine, " you answer
"uh-huh," sunoo rolls his eyes
it's the blatant eye-roll rather than the hushed one, he implied business
"you've been sighing for the past ten minutes, spill," sunoo says
of course, sunoo could recognize your distress. what sort of best friend would he be if he couldn't distinguish your emotions?
you huff, " okay then"
"i don't know why but i just feel stuck? i just graduated high school and nothing feels different, i mean it doesn't have to, but what do i do now? maybe i just watched too many movies"
sunoo tsked, " (y/n). sweetie, i graduated last year and i'm still stuck here. i do nothing besides go out or stay in my room. no in-between."
"but you have something sunoo. you have a bunch of your friends, you're an instagram star and i don't know, it's just different, "
it was accurate, sunoo was extremely popular. he had a bunch of friends and acquaintances from being the vice president.
sunoo inflated up on social media for his content from makeup to dance practices, a versatile instagram star.
you conceal your face with your hands before emitting a loud groan.
sunoo remarks, "i don't know how i can help you (y/n)? maybe you should try to rest a bit"
"easy for you to say, you, who isn’t dealing with a mid-life crisis, " you whine.
"this isn't a mid-life crisis, this is a post-graduation crisis which is totally normal. how about going out of town? obviously not to paris or whatever but maybe, what was her name again? minjoo's town!" sunoo suggested.
"obviously not to paris"
"not to paris"
"to paris"
"paris"
what about paris? paris was considerably away from your town and had a ring on the tip of your tongue.
you had sprung up, grasping sunoo by the shoulder and shaking him, "you're a genius sunoo! paris is a genius idea."
sunoo's eyes widen and he shakes his head while attempting to pry your hands off of him.
"no, you have to think rationally-"
you released sunoo from your hold which let him stabilize his spinning head.
"and i am! i need something new. being in this town for my whole life makes me realize, maybe i just need a spontaneous trip. "
your words scarcely blur together, adrenaline rushing through your blood as you understood this could jolt you out of your post-graduation slump.
"but-"
"no buts! pass me my laptop,"
present-day
you are currently disliking your choice, anxiety rushing through your veins, but it's too overdue to have other opinions.
you had landed in france and this was a life-altering moment; a chance of a lifetime.
peering nearby, you squint at the tiny english translations of the signs. you pull out your phone.
you open up the camera to see if zooming in would improve it for your eyes. as if on cue, your stomach rumbles vaguely making you startled.
you panicked as the pocket that was previously supplied with snacks became loaded with empty wrappers.
maybe if you would be lost in this wonderful city, you might as well try some of their famous pastries.
your muscles had retracted, the result of finally getting some movement after being restrained in a metal machine that was adjacent to the fiery sun.
you stumbled across this petite bakery and enter, sparingly bowing your head.
the owner was an older lady with her greying hair that designed it to resemble ashy highlights, pulled into a loose bun.
"que puis-je vous offrir?" she smiles.
"i'm sorry, i don't speak french?" you admit, embarrassed
as much as you assumed duolingo and rosetta stone could benefit you on a flight to paris, the only thing you could accomplish to say without messing up is "bonjour"
"that's fine mademoiselle! what can i offer you?" the lady shifts to englsih
you let out a sigh of relief, appreciative for blundering into this bakery.
"may i have your most popular pastry to go and a water bottle?" you smile, fishing out some euros.
you had looked down to the currency that you had exchanged before embarking on the plane.
"of course mademoiselle!" she says, reaching behind the counter and with her gloved hand, seizing a chocolate croissant.
"that will be 4.12 euros!" she rings you up in the cashier.
"is this the right amount? i'm not very good at counting euros," you revealed your hand where the money was.
she nodded her head and took the money, printing your receipt out. before giving you your receipt, she interviews you with a question that you weren't confident in answering"
"if you don't mind me asking, why are you here in france? not to sound rude! but i'm just curious"
you softly smile, sensing the kindness illuminating from her tone of voice. she wasn't rude at all and she was asking a simple question, but your brain struggled to obtain an answer.
"well, i would say i'm here to explore? i just finished high school and life felt incomplete. my best friend jokingly said "go to paris" and so I booked a ticket."
you look back up at her to see her delicate gaze. the rustling of the paper bag stopped the moment of silence
"that's amazing mademoiselle! france is the city for that. you must visit the notre-dam cathedral while you're here, it's beautiful. and maybe even find some love?"
she winks at you and you engage with a small giggle.
just like the show "emily in paris," you could merely fantasize about living a life like hers but it was an altered universe. she was an employed woman and you; a fresh graduate from high school.
"maybe! but i'm not looking forward to dating right now"
it wasn't a lie nor the truth. you would love to date someone right now but dating someone from a foreign country with a language barrier? not the most desirable idea. the owner laughs, handing you your pastry and water bottle.
"thank you for dropping by here mademoiselle! please enjoy your time in france,"
"merci beaucoup" you stumbled out, providing a small wave out.
the airport seemed to be more crowded than before. slowly opening the wrapping, you take a bite of the chocolate croissant and let out an audible gasp.
unquestionably, one of the greatest pastries you have tried in your life.
you promptly pull out your phone, snapping a picture for your instagram story. it was an adorable picture with the bakery in the background with the chocolate croissant in hand.
with "just landed" as your caption, you posted it to your close friends story. almost a second later, sunoo request to video call you.
you were welcomed by a piercing shriek into the phone.
"YAH I WAS JUST GREETED BY YOUR PARENTS WHO SAID YOU WERE AT A SLEEPOVER FOR A COUPLE DAYS? SLEEPOVER MY FOOT? YOU'RE IN PARIS-"
sunoo screeches over the phone and you timidly grimace, turning down the volume as people begin to stare.
"sunoo, i'm currently in a public airport with no earbuds plugged in, can you please STOP screaming?" you whispered audibly to him.
"OH, I FORG- sorry," sunoo sheepishly responds.
"my parents would never let me go this far so i just had to lie that i was going to a sleepover at minji's house which is out of town. plus i'm only going to be here for two days," you consult him.
"you saw me buy the tickets sunoo. why are you scolding me now? shouldn't you have tried to stop me while i was in the middle of buying the tickets?" you added.
"well now i want you to come back, who am i supposed to hang out with for the next 2 days?"
though it was dark in the setting sunoo was in, you could practically see his pouting face.
"you could hang out with jake? or sunghoon? aren't they both your friends?"
jake and sunghoon went to the same school as sunoo and you're buddies with them. you've known each other since middle school but jake and sunghoon were always closer to each other just like you and sunoo.
"jake and sunghoon hyung are busy on a vacation together in the bahamas"
you stifled a laugh in, "good luck being alone for the next two days."
"not funny (y/n)! besides that point, what if you get caught?"
"don't worry, i won't get caught because you're the only one who knows about this .as long as you don't rat me out sunoo," you scowl at him.
"i won't, i won't, i promise but you have to buy me something? deal?”
you roll your eyes, "deal mr. sunoo-shi, i have to go now. i need to try to find my hotel"
"be safe, love you!"
"i will! love you too"
you sulk after the call ends. without your best friend on your side, you felt a little feeble and lost but it's not time to be pondering like that.
paris awaits and you couldn't linger at the airport the whole day.
first challenge
getting to your hotel was a struggling. wandering around a city with no basis of the language besides "hello" and "thank you so much", didn't do enough for you.
first, you had to find a taxi that could converse in english. most people had turned you down as you couldn't speak french.
thankfully, it was a fortunate day and you met this kind lady who had coffee-colored curly locks, gentle chocolate eyes, and light freckles scattered around her face.
"do you speak english?" you crisscrossed your fingers, your legs close to giving out after scrambling for taxi drivers
"yeah, i do mademoiselle! would you like to hop in?" she extended a friendly smile and you had never felt bricks lift off your chest faster.
she opened the back of the taxi and you scouted in, permitting your purse to lay on your lap.
the women examined both directions of the road, looking out for passing cars and entered the driver's seat.
"where are you heading mademoiselle?"
you swiftly pull out your phone to your notes, "hotel le walt paris?"
you corked your eyebrow, making sure it was the right name before she nodded her head.
"a very famous hotel huh? right near the eiffel tower. i recommend that you wait till it gets dark and sit on the balcony to see the eiffel tower with lights. it's beautiful"
you smiled at the kind words of the lady, "i will surely try that! thank you miss..?"
"elena! elena is fine and you mademoiselle?"
"i'm (y/n)"
"it's nice to meet you"
"likewise"
the entire ride, you felt at some peace finally conversing with someone who understood english,
after a 30 minute drive, you had arrived at your destination.
feeling a sad departure from this mellow woman, who turned out to be 19 seeking to make some pocket money in the summer, she was one of the first people that you had grown connected with throughout this ride.
"elena, though it was a short time, thank you for keeping company"
you present her with a warm smile as she unlocks the door for you. you exit the taxi, clasping at your phone.
"here, give me your phone."
you softly planted it in elena's hand. you were perplexed about why she showed you your home screen until you realized you had a password.
you enter your password, giving it back to her. she did a bit of clicking and you could see her hands typing something in before returning the phone back to you.
"that's my instagram, stay in contact with me alright?"
you felt the sides of your lips curve into a slight smile. you dragged her into a soft hug.
"thank you elena"
she visibly hesitant before easing into the hug. she softly rubbed your back.
"i have to go, i might get fired if i stay here too long"
you bided her a fare-well. thirty minutes was an extended time to get a know a person.
and that was the first friend you met in france.
second challenge
checking into your hotel wasn't as difficult. most people could speak english and besides the uncanny looks that you received from the clerk, check-in was pretty smooth.
"here you are mademoiselle" the bellman lowers your suitcase in front of your hotel door.
"merci beaucoup," you smile and he returns the gesture before leaving you.
you look down in your hand where you are grasping the card tightly. you scan the card against the door meter and it flickers twice.
red, green
the door clicks before you push on it and reveal your hotel room.
at first glance, your mouth dropped.
the hotel room seemed better than it did on the online photographs which was a rare possibility.
though it was a small room, it was renovated beautifully.
overhead the king-sized bed, there was an extensive painting of the eiffel tower. a blue chair that held a place directly by the bed along with a little wooden table.
the hotel was fine but you definitely weren't
"(y/n) shut down in,"
"3"
"2"
"1"
before thinking, you throw yourself on the bed having the jet-lag kicking in. the bag offers a 'thump' sound as it connects with the ground.
'ouch that hurt'
you fish through your pocket, pulling out your phone. it was hardly twelve pm and you were already fatigued.
what was your strategy? you were in france for two days and you don't have a plan to do anything.
first things first, you needed to sort out this jet-lag.
1) taking a shower
showers are always a great way to awaken and could shake you from this daze. you endured a scream as your water turned to be ice cold. someone must be utilizing the hot water. that shower unmistakably woke you up
2) skincare
after getting out of the shower, skincare was the secondary way to wake up. cleansing with toner, dropping essence into the skin, and implementing a nice coat of moisturizer to lock-in.
3) fueling with food
food can beat anybody out of slumber if they're fueled with enthusiasm but you didn't have any food on you? that indicates it's time to go out and explore france.
unfastening up your suitcase, you drabble on what you can wear.
reconciling with a simple pair of denim shorts and a light pink tank top, you catch a fast mirror selfie.
being content with the ultimate product, you smile to yourself.
"phone, key, wallet," you whispered, securing the thoughts of having everything.
everything was arranged to go and it was time to tour paris.
third challenge
cruising through paris would be by notably the toughest challenge while you were here.
you had your phone to navigate solely with wifi and you couldn't be that favorable to be able to meet people who could speak english all the time.
you had entered a small restaurant, where you worked to communicate with people in defective french but they moderately understood what you wanted.
after that fiasco trying to order a chicken frricassee, you were able to appreciate your time there along with sending a picture to sunoo who reacted with,
"can that be the souvenir you bring back to me TT?"
you chuckled at the message, knowing typical sunoo, and finished up eating.
eating wasn't the one exclusive thing available in france. there were various activities but you were too afraid to venture any future for the hotel. getting lost too was easy.
that being said, eating after eating all you could do was roam around the city. it was around 2pm and you could spot a diverse crowd of people.
you could see kids. in uniforms that just got out of school or a cute couple that was experiencing their date.
you slightly squint and cover your eyes as the sun is at its highest point.
yes, paris was lovely and you would prefer to travel more but but you didn’ toriginally have a plan
for a couple of hours, you completed wandering around the area where your hotel is. you wished at moments like this that you would have jungwon, sunoo's friend, with you to help navigate you.
jungwon was also a friend you guys met in middle school but he went to your school. very mature for his age and great at preparation.
before you knew it, the sun had died down and it was time to retreat to the hotel.
'ah right! elena told me to look out at the eiffel tower as it gets darker'
you softly tread back to your hotel, observing the blisters at the back of your foot.
you could clearly sense the entire day of walking take a toll on your body.
you scan your key card and fling your bag to the floor as soon as you get inside. you open up your suitcase to change into suitable sleeping clothes.
you briskly cleansed your face and tied your hair back.
you had approached the balcony, guessing how to cautiously open the glass door.
you gradually shift the handle to the right and the door made a scanty creek. you gingerly put more stress on it, opening the balcony wide.
a distinct gasp could be heard from you.
subsequently taking a step onto your balcony, the frail breeze made you quiver in the long black tee that adorned your top half and the sweatpants that settled on your waist.
the balcony was small, barely able to move besides staying still.
you had peered to your right, glancing at the eiffel tower.
elena was correct. the eiffel tower was breath-taking at night. for the first time when landing in france, you could feel in harmony. below you was a crowded street.
it was only 8 pm yet you could feel your eyes droop as opposed to the bouncy pair of kids that ran through the moobs of people.
the radiant yellowish glow of the eiffel tower was able to save you from dozing off. you softly hum 'fly me to the moon,'
'fly me to the moon,' didn't have significance, it felt appropriate in the second.
you hadn't regarded it but a figure had gently peeked out of the other balcony, attentively listening to the silky melody that you were humming.
"nice song"
a voice interrupts and your humming had come to a halt, eyes widened.
you had turned to the origin of the voice and discovered the culprit
the balcony alongside you.
"thank you"
you glanced over, granting him a slight smile before he returns it.
"new to paris?"
he questioned, now you guys facing each other.
"yeah, just arrived this morning, and you?"
you asked before he softly smiles.
"not really, i've been here multiple times but the feeling is something i'll get used too."
you hum as a response
"how did you know to speak english to me? do i really act like a foriegner?"
you were growing more drowsy but this stranger was fascinating. who else could say they met someone and talked to them from a balcony romance?
"english song, random guess"
you nodded your head, not certain if he could see you but that was all you could muster up.
there grows stillness beside the bustling street below until the stranger breaks it.
"i know this sounds weird but since you're new here, would you like to go out with me tomorrow to travel the city?"
that question felt like ice water was just splashed onto your face. the proposal startled you.
the stranger didn't appear like a bad person. been to paris varied times, can acknowledge good music and good at conversation.
as much as this stranger flatter you, how could you trust him?
"as much as i would love to, how do i know that you're not trying to kidnap me, even worse, kill me?"
he stifles a laugh.
"hey knock it off, this is a very serious question, balcony boy"
you snicker, desiring to know the answer than anticipated.
"i promise you that i won't try to kidnap OR kill you. i'm just offering and you can even pat me down before we go out together."
this was by far one of the most peculiar offers you had received but this was THE stranger offer you came to france seeking.
you know sunoo would not advocate for numerous reasons and you can hear his voice already
"number one, dangerous"
"number two, dangerous!"
"number three, DANGEROUS!"
but sunoo isn't here right now. you chose to grab the opportunity. france had provided you luck today.
"alright then"
a moment of silence goes by before you hear him clearing his throat.
"you're serious right?"
he glances at you and your eyes lock. though you can't see that well due to the absence of light, you nod.
the eiffel tower gave you enough light that you could make our curious eyes, tall nose, fair skin that radiated in the soft lighting, and full lips that were curved into a smile
"i'll see you at the lobby at eight,"
next morning
to say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. you agreed to a stranger who claimed to know paris like the back of his palm. you met him off your balcony and now you were agreeing to go a date with him?
"you must be out of your mind!" sunoo exclaimed through the phone.
"well yes i must have been at 8 pm last night when fatigue was hitting the hardest but how can i say no now?"
"i don't know maybe, I DON'T KNOW YOU STRANGER DANGER?" sunoo shouts
and like you foretold last night, sunoo was not a big supporter of this idea. over the course of fifteen minutes, you had been continuously scolded by him.
you cringe, " sunoo, i promise that i'll be fine. i just need you to help me pick out an outfit"
sunoo rolls his eyes, "what are your options?"
though sunoo wasn't supportive of this, he couldn't let you go on a date without style.
you held up two choices; a blue floral dress that settled to your mid-thigh and a pink tennis skirt with a white cami shirt.
"well do we like this guy or do we like LIKE this guy?" sunoo questioned.
"what- well i literally met him last night? so i don't even like him, we're just going out for this one day since he offered"
"uh-huh, then the blue floral dress, it's hot there right?" sunoo says
"super hot," you groan.
you glance at the time, 7:00 am.
"i have to start getting ready sunoo, i'll update you later alright?" you smile
"alright, try not to get killed but have fun too! love you"
"love you too," you say back before hanging up.
you quickly hop in the shower and make sure to not take too long.
doing skincare, putting on the outfit, and spraying a little bit of perfume, you are ready to head out the door.
one last check to make sure you have all the things.
7:58 am
you quickly head down to see several people in the lobby.
a bellman, a pair of teenage girls who seemed like they were dragged here, a couple around the mid-40s trying to check-in, and a teenage boy that rested on one of the lobby seats.
it was evident who the balcony boy was but you just called out to be safe.
"balcony boy," you say.
the teenage boy that was seated turns around before flashing you a smile.
"miss singer,"
you airly chuckle at the nickname.
observing him in person was a lot different. you could see his long body proportion, bright eyes, sharp jawline, with fair skin that complimented his rich brown hair.
a distinct experience from seeing him on the balcony.
"i'm (y/n)! and you?" you ask
"i'm lee heeseung"
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The Best Surprise - All members (Yoongi focus)
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The hot sun of early June beat down on your cap covered head making beads of sweat form at your hairline. You lifted your hair from around the back of your neck, which had made you feel like you were wearing a scarf, to fan it with the program you were holding. It wasn’t even officially summer and already the heat was almost unbearable. However, you figured you also felt this way because you were nervous. It was your graduation from graduate school; after your 3 last years of school ever you were finally going to officially receive your master’s degree. And although that was a big deal, it wasn’t the only thing making you anxious.
“We aren’t just the class of 2021…” the valedictorian of your school spoke into the microphone at the podium on the stage in front of you and your fellow peers, “…we are the future.”
A classic speech, if not just a tad cheesy.
During the round of applause, you couldn’t help but turn around to get a better view of all the family members sitting behind the students. Through all the heads you couldn’t find your parents, or the one person you hoped would be sitting next to them. You stood up just a little bit, so not to garner too much attention to yourself, but quickly losing your balance and stumbling slightly onto the girl sitting next to you.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
Finally, you spotted your parents in the sea of people, glad to see their faces. But your happiness faded immediately when you noticed the chair next to them was indeed empty. Slumping back down in your seat, a feeling of sadness and disappointment washed over you.
“I’ll really, really try to make it, jagiya, okay? I want to be there. So badly. It’s just awful timing with the release of Butter and everything else, you know?”
You heard your boyfriend’s voice on the other end of the phone call.
“I know it is. It’s okay if you can’t be there, I promise.”
You heard him sigh.
“Still get me a ticket though, alright? To the ceremony.”
You couldn’t help but smile, a tinge of hope searing back into your heart.
“Okay, I will.”
That hope finally completely vanished when your eyes fell upon that seat meant for him. You maybe felt a little foolish for thinking he could make it. After all, he was halfway across the world, in the biggest (and busiest) band in the world right now. You wished so much he could be here. But you also understood why he couldn’t be.
“So, without further ado let us recognize each student from this year’s graduating class from the university’s School of Business!”
You and your fellow classmates began standing up row by row to walk across the stage and accept your diplomas from the dean who was calling out each name individually in alphabetical order.
Sooner or later it was almost your turn. You were standing at the base of the steps to the stage when your full name was called.
“(y/f/n (y/m/n) (y/l/n).”
As you ascended the stairs and shook hands with the professors in a line congratulating all the graduates you suddenly heard a loud yell from the crowd.
“YEAH, (y/n)!!! WOOO!!! YEAH!!”
You turned to find the source of the screaming, and when you saw it, your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest.
For there he was, standing at his seat that had been empty just moments ago, jumping up and down and pumping his fist. A few people stared at how loud he had been, but you were way too happy to feel embarrassed. When you made eye contact, he gave you a double thumbs up and a huge gummy smile. You gave him a little wave and grinned back, ear to ear.
After the ceremony was over you rushed to your feet and scrambled through the crowds of people. Your eyes scanned the grounds, your heart beating fast, your diploma gripped tightly in your hand, your other one holding down your graduation cap so it wouldn’t fall off your head.
Eventually you spotted him leaning against a large sycamore tree, one foot resting on its trunk. He was wearing a classic white button-down shirt, a black skinny tie, his hands in the pockets of his trousers and a black jacket that matched under his arm. You felt your heart skip a beat and you caught your breath in your throat.
He looked even more handsome than you remembered if that were possible. His black hair was tousled messily on his head, his milky white skin glowed in the sun, his eyes narrowed searching for you, too. You practically ran to him.
When he finally noticed you just a few feet away a huge smile appeared on his face, and he outstretched his arms. Without a hint of hesitation, you fell into his embrace, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling his familiar body against yours, running your hand through his soft locks. You felt like crying.
“Yoongi-ah-,” you breathed out, clutching the back of his shirt as if to make sure he was truly in front of you, and it wasn’t just your imagination.
He held you tightly against him.
“My (y/n) … I’m here…”
You let go slightly and took him in close up. You forgot how beautiful he was; how kind his eyes were, how cute his rounded nose was, how soft his thin pink lips looked. You pressed them to yours in a long overdue kiss.
“I’m so glad you made it,” you murmured to him when you broke apart.
He cupped your face in his large vein-y hand and rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“I would never miss my jagiya’s graduation. Just look at you!” he stepped back to take you in as you giggled and twirled in your graduation outfit for him, “My babygirl has her master’s degree!”
He pulled you back to him and wrapped his arm around your lower back.
“I’m so proud of you, jagi.”
He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose.
“Thank you, Yoongi-ah.”
Then he held up his finger.
“Oh wait, one more thing.”
You cocked your head as he took the tassel that was coming out of your cap and moved it to the left side.
“There. Now it’s really official,” he looked at the ground shyly, “At least, I think that’s what you’re supposed to do? I’ve seen it in movies…”
You chuckled and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck.
“Yes, you’re so smart! And I am now officially official.”
You giggled and kissed him once more.
The two of you met back up with your parents (they had figured you wanted the time alone first) and they hugged you and said their congratulations. To your surprise, Yoongi had already asked if it were okay if just the two of you spent the afternoon together since he had something special planned. You promised your parents you both would meet back up with them for dinner. They kindly took your gown and cap for you, told you how proud they were of you and reassured you it was not a problem spending all the time you wanted with Yoongi.
“I hope you don’t mind if we have lunch at this Korean restaurant I found online,” Yoongi asked you as you hopped into the back seat of an uber.
You shook your head.
“Of course not, you know I love Korean food. It’s, like, 80% of the reason I decided to date you, I knew I would have it all the time,” you joked.
He rolled his eyes and poked your side gently making you squeal.
“Oh yeah? And what’s the other 20%?”
You made a look like you were thinking hard.
“Hmm well… I guess you’re kind of cute.”
Then you smiled and quickly pecked his lips before he could respond.
At last, the car pulled up outside the entrance of the restaurant and you and Yoongi walked inside hand and hand.
“Hello,” the host greeted with a smile, “table for two?”
“Um, actually, I have a reser-reservation I think it is called?” Yoongi hesitated with the English word briefly, “yes a reservation. Under ‘Min’, please.”
The host looked over the seating chart before finding his name.
“Ah yes, here we are, Mr. Min. I see you reserved the entire back room, yes?”
You glanced at Yoongi thinking it must be a mistake but he nodded his head.
“That’s right.”
The host smiled and beckoned you with her arm.
“Great! Follow me this way please!”
As you followed closely behind her towards the back of the restaurant you tugged Yoongi’s sleeve.
“Yoongs,” you whispered, “you didn’t have to reserve a whole room for us! I would have been fine at a regular table.”
He grinned back at you and wiggled his eyebrows up and down as you reached two closed sliding doors. He shrugged.
“There weren’t any tables big enough.”
You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Big enough for who exact- “
But with that the doors slid open, and six people jumped up from around the large table in the center of the room and yelled,
“SURPRISE!”
A gasp escaped from your lips and your hand went over your mouth in shock.
There before you were Yoongi’s bandmates, your six best friends: Jin, Namjoon, J-Hope, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, all smiling at you.
Jimin was the first to come towards you.
“Congratulations, our (y/n)-ah!” He wrapped his arms around you in a huge hug, Taehyung soon joining on the other side.
“Congratulations, (y/n)!” Namjoon was next, kissing the top of your head.
Then J-Hope gave you a congratulations dance that made you giggle before embracing you in a hug.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and squeezed, making you lose your breath momentarily. Gosh, he was bigger and stronger than you remembered.
“Congratulations, (y/n)-ah.”
You smiled at the youngest.
“Thank you, Kookie.”
Last was the oldest. He strolled up to you and ruffled your hair. You tried to bat his hand away.
“We’re the only ones with two degrees now, (y/n)-ah,” he stated, smoothing down your hair he had messed up and giving it a pat, “Pretty sure that means we’re the smartest of the group.”
You heard Yoongi chuckled and Namjoon snort behind you.
You winked at Jin.
“You’ve always been the smartest of the group, Jinnie.”
It was his turn to snort. Then he smiled and pulled you into a warm hug.
With that, the doors reopened, and multiple waiters brought in plates and plates of food and set them on the table in front of you. Your mouth watered at the sight.
“Aish, what did you guys do, order the whole menu?” Yoongi asked as everyone took a seat.
“We had to, hyung, it’s a special occasion!” Jimin replied, already taking a large bite of the pork ribs.
Before you sat down you took Yoongi’s hand in yours and looked around the table at the seven most important people in your life, feeling happier than you had in while to have them all here together.
“Thank you, guys, so much for coming. I can’t believe you’re actually here. For me, nonetheless,” you chuckled bashfully, “It means the world to me. Thank you.”
They smiled adoringly up at you.
“Of course,” Namjoon spoke up, “We’d do anything for you, (y/n). And we’re really proud of you.”
Yoongi squeezed your hand gently as happy tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
“Yah, don’t cry, don’t cry!” Jin protested, making a silly face at you.
You giggled and sniffled, wiping under your eyes.
“Yeah, come on (y/n)-ah, you’re going to make everyone cry!” J-hope agreed.
You chuckled softly and muttered a quiet apology.
Jimin stood up and walked over to you. Then he pulled your chair out for you and placed his arm around your shoulders, gently pushing you to sit down.
“Eat,” he commanded with a smile, pointing to the heaps of food in front of you.
Yoongi handed you a bowl of rice and chopsticks before kissing your temple lightly. You quickly started to dig in.
“Now, then,” Namjoon said with a bite of half chewed noodles in his mouth, “let’s here all about the ceremony.”
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perfidy;tom holland|6
chapter 6: the frame
enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits
story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.
chapter summary: how do you make someone fall in love with you when they’ve hated you their whole life?
pairing: tom holland x y/n
warnings: swearing, timmy, mentions of sex, didn’t proof read
word count: 5.8k
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No one should ever have sympathy for the devil. They’re the devil for a reason. But somehow, you understood a lot of things about Tom. Going through his schedule had you already on your feet, no wonder why he was always tired. You had been avoiding any kind of confrontation with anyone as your hands were hovering through the mouse as the light from your laptop was washing white through your whole room, you hadn’t slept and you had a cup of coffee as you waited for your alarm to go off so you could officially start the day.
Your first day as an assistant, it didn’t sound exciting but it had you on the edge. That wasn’t the reason why you hadn’t slept, though.
Timothée and you hadn’t solved anything, both of you needed to think things, you’d asked him for more time to go through and about everything. Because honestly, you didn’t know if you wanted to go back to a relationship where you knew you weren’t the same. But you were still in love with him. You knew he loved you, too. You can easily tell, you know? when someone is in love with someone else. Yet it seemed like he had been so distant, even if he had only been 3 feet apart.
.And it was hard, because you couldn’t be thinking about it, but you had the right to cry about it, didn’t you? But you knew that at some point you’d break. You didn’t have the time to think about it, not now. You had already opened the document, the script you so feared of writing. So banal and stupid and typical, a script that had no meaning. And you were wondering if you really wanted to do that, you could easily just text Alessandra you were not up to write something as vain and stupid, especially because you knew you’d end up hurting yourself. This meant emotionally investing in something, and although there was no way you’d ever wake up past feelings, you knew you could end up hurting more people than planned.
Besides, you were certain it was impossible, Tom wouldn’t fall in love with you. So you maybe needed to change this, seduce him? But you felt so dirty.
It had been good, though, relieved some stress, some tension. But then, you’d seen Timmy. And everything had tumbled down. Because you were proving his point. Though the conversation had gone very normal. Timmy had understood that you needed time, you hadn’t told him what for.
It was wrong, it felt like cheating. Cheating on your heart, at least. But you looked at the little annotations you had for the script.
You hadn’t slept because you were wondering if you could ever make someone like Tom fall in love with you. Because really? What makes people fall in love? It had you thinking. And maybe you could turn this into a guide, how to make your number one enemy fall in love with you. Was there really only one fine line in between love and hate? Can one fall in love with someone you know so well?
How does one make the devil fall in love with you?
And you’d asked Timmy, “What made you fall in love with me?” As if it was a question like “what’s your favourite colour?” or “what have you been doing these days?”
He hadn’t answered, not really. Only gave you a smile.
You closed the script, maybe the answer was in between your past, and you scrolled through your files until you found them, your old videos.
You stared at the names, and randomly clicked on one.
“Okay, Y/N… Want to dance with Tom?” Nikki said behind the camera. The movie was messy, and she was trying to focus on both of you. A young y/n was on the floor, her mouth covered with chocolate ice cream. A bow on her head, and a very nice white with cherries dress, now all covered, too with chocolate ice cream.
You chuckled as you watched yourself, you had the rest of the ice cream on your hand.
You were barely 3, it seemed. Your brother, probably 8, was sitting on the couch as he was too busy nibbling on his own popsicle. A young Tom was giggling to the camera, covered in ice cream too, as he danced to the music playing in the background, ABBA, your mother and Nikki used to play ABBA all the time.
“Y/N you don’t wanna dance with Tom?” Your mother walked into the view, as baby y/n looked up to her and shook her head. However, your brother, James walked over to you and helped-forced you to stand up. He took your hands and made you dance with him, you grinned.
Your mother and Nikki started to clap as you danced, and Tom, of course, wanting to get back the attention, pushed away your brother and took your hands instead, dancing with you.
The video was rather something quite adorable and stupid, you were both dancing to the song.
You laughed to yourself, because there was probably a similar video when you guys were older, but now drunkenly dancing to ABBA.
The kids were dancing, and you ended up kissing his cheek.
“Adorable!” Nikki said.
Of course, the sweetness ended as Tom pushed you back, making you fall to the floor. Tom laughed and then you cried.
“Thomas! Don’t do that!” Nikki said.
“Y/N, love it’s okay, don’t cry,” your mother said, as she rushed over to you.
The video ended.
You rolled your eyes, that video was the perfect definition to your relationship nowadays. Except you didn’t like him. But you had to, for your own sake, you had to put up with him. With the devil.
He was the devil in disguise, you could see it. Even when he was younger, little devil, disguised as an angel, with a beautiful smile and angelic eyes. This was wrong, so wrong, you knew he could hurt you more than you could hurt him. How could you ever make him fall in love with you? If you hadn’t succeeded before what made you think that you would win now?
It made you feel guilty, even, because you were playing with something where you knew you had a lot to lose. You were risking your heart, and you knew that this was leading to your doom. It was no secret that you had once wanted him.
And even with everything, you didn’t want to hurt him. And you had circled around it, how you could try to ruin him. But you really didn’t want to. But how did you make anyone fall in love with you? Because it was written in the stars that you were both destined to hate each other.
Or maybe you had only been destined to love him once, or twice but he was meant to hurt you. You couldn’t rewrite destiny, no matter how good of a writer you were, you couldn’t rewrite the stars.
Was there an answer? Did you have to dress a certain way? Did you have to sing? Maybe makeup. And you started to think about it, maybe you couldn’t rewrite it but you could write a new story.
What had made you fall in love with anyone, really? And you thought about Tom, the first person you’d ever been in love with, the chaos he was. Like a busy rainy morning in London, with hopes of the sun finally coming out. And it didn’t make any sense. Maybe that was you needed to figure out how to make something senseless turn into something important. Falling in love with the devil. And you’d already sinned.
But you started writing, and before you knew it, you were already waiting for him with a coffee and a tea and a printed schedule. Tom would be picking you up.
“Morning,” you said but he hadn’t answered.
And there it was, the long-expected cold shoulder he’d be giving you. You hadn’t expected any less from him, of course he was now pretending nothing had happened. A black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats.
“Here’s your tea—And-are you excited?”
“We don’t have to talk,” Tom said. “It’s too early.”
You raised your brows. “Alright.”
He remained quiet. But you watched him, the sun was making him a favour. The freckles on his skin were perfectly placed on his nose, it seemed like they were stars poured over. The damn boy was perfect, at least you could get something out of that.
You didn’t know if he had noticed your staring.
He was too good to be true, honestly. He was very attractive, too bad he was such an asshole. Why had he never liked you back?
And there it was, that feeling you’d always be feeling. The feeling of not being enough, or the feeling that you’d done something so wrong. But you’ve learnt better. You knew this was Tom being whom he was. Probably Haz had heard something and Tom had denied it and then he was giving you the cold shoulder to not raise any concerns.
This would be difficult, having to deal with him and try to make him fall in love with you when he clearly didn’t like you at all. It was good you didn’t like him either.
But you did look at the mirror and wondered if you looked bad, or ugly, or if it had been your voice, or maybe he didn’t drink tea when he was going to film, or what had you done wrong? That feeling would never go away when you were with Tom. What did you do wrong?
However, you needed to go through the Schedule, even if your thoughts were messing with yur brain. “We will go straight into makeup and—“
“You think I don’t know that?” Tom rolled his eyes.
You rolled your eyes. “Thomas I’m simply doing my job, alright? And if we want to work this out—And I’m just trying to be nice, okay? I don’t like you, I really really can’t stand you but I’m doing my best effort to try and be nice, and decent. We are gonna be doing this for two months and you know what? If you don’t get your shit together I might just quit right here right now and good luck finding an assistant in ten minutes, so you better not be pulling that attitude with me right now.”
He blinked as he cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
“Good, now I need—“
He smirked. “That was pretty hot, though.”
You closed your eyes with desperation as you turned to glare at him. “What?”
He grinned as he turned his head just slightly to wink at you. “I’m sorry after that night—Apparently that kind of stuff turns me on.”
“That night didn’t happen,” you cleared your throat.
He clicked his tongue. “But it did, and we were very chill after that, and that was hot.”
“You’ve got some weird kinks going on there, first the praise kink and now this?” You sassed with poison.
“The praise?—I don’t have a praise kink,” he frowned.
You laughed. “We’ll see about that, now we need to—“
“Oh we will see?” He smirked. “So you’re saying you will prove it to me?”
You fumed red as you glared at him. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? I’m sorry to inform you but I’m a professional and that will never happen again.”
He grinned. “Oh c’mon, y/n.”
“What now?” You crossed your arms.
“You can’t… you can’t pretend it didn’t mean anything.”
“It didn’t feel anything. Did you feel anything?” This could lead somewhere.
“No. Well… I’m not saying that I felt anything, but it does mean something.”
You sighed. “I’m… No, I’m sorry I got caught up in the moment, that’s it.”
He laughed. “Hm, bummer, and here I was thinking about bringing yellow flowers.”
You looked away. Yellow flowers. “You wouldn’t even if you’d felt something,” you said with poison, not even wanting to think of yellow flowers. “And if you dare to mention that night again, I’m gonna quit for that too.”
“Nice, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he snickered, but then quickly regretted it as you smacked his head. “Ow! Hey! I’m just messing with ya, y/n.”
You frowned, feeling your empty stomach slowly pulling down.
“I hate you,” you stated.
“I hate you more, boo,” he grinned. “I’m sorry, y/n, it’s just pretty early…”
“And? I hate waking up early too, I didn't even sleep last night.”
“Why not?”
Because you were broken-hearted, because you had to write a script, because you had to work for him, because you needed him to fall in love with you. But you wouldn’t tell him that.
You shrugged, not giving him an answer.
“I saw your tweets,” he pointed out. “What happened with Mr. Boring?”
“He’s not boring, and it doesn’t concern you.”
“Y/N, he is like actually super boring,” he pushed. “Like what did you even see in him?”
A lot, a lot of things. He was charming, fun, nice, intellectual and he supported your dreams. And he never got into your nerves.
“He was dreamy.”
“Dreamy?” Tom frowned. “He is boring.”
“He’s not.”
“That’s why you broke up, right? Don’t tell me you got back with him? He’s so boring y/n and he’s—“
“That doesn’t—Look, don’t even—This is strictly professional and we shouldn’t be discussing any personal matters okay?”
He chuckled. “Fine, let’s get into professional matters.”
-
And there you were, walking behind the big movie star as people boarded him, the director, other actors, everybody wanted to speak to Tom and you were only following after him, writing stuff down that you thought would be important for later, as you tried to follow up with everyone. You had made sure the catering had gotten Tom’s snacks right, and the water, and then the menu for later, and everything that Harry had told you to, and then you were leading the way towards his trailer, and then after setting up you’d go to makeup.
The set was big, and you felt butterflies just thinking that someday maybe you’d be writing or directing something of this sorts. The film world was fascinating to you, sure, television was amazing, too but this was just where you needed to be. Not exactly as an assistant but it got you closer to wherever you wanted to be.
You were approaching Tom's trailer, as you were trying to explain to him the schedule that would be going on down today, while your mind was going places as you tried to come up with times where you could be alone with Tom so you could at least start your investigation on knowing what made him fall in love with anyone, and you had to start flirting with him, although, he had already started on that. Very unprofessional. If you were honest, that was the least that concerned you, you were too busy imagining the day you’d finally direct your own film, but before you could even continue with your film fantasy, you saw….him.
Timothée.
You’d never had a heart attack, but you were sure you had just experienced one.
Timothée.
With some headphones around his neck and a pencil behind his ear, just outside Tom’s trailers as he was leaning over to read something on the person beside him.
Timothée.
He looked calm, and unaware that you were there. A white t-shirt, pair of jeans, and his curls flying.
Timothée.
You stopped abruptly, as Tom bumped against your shoulder. You froze, everything was getting blurry. This jeopardized everything you’d planned.
“Y/N--What?” Tom frowned as he followed your gaze and then he saw him. A frown appeared upon his face. “Is that mister boring?”
“Yes shut up I’m freaking out,” you snapped.
Tom scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What were the odds?”
“Sh.”
Tom watched you, and mockingly laughed. “What?”
“Oh my god, I can’t…”
“God look at him, he looks so boring,” Tom pointed out.
This was life laughing at you. “Can you please stop calling him boring?”
“You can do so much better than Mister… ,” Tom rolled his eyes. “Timothée,” Tom poisoned, accentuating each and every letter.
“Shut up.”
This was chaos. And Timmy finally looked up and directed his sight at you, those caramel eyes glazed right upon you, and you saw him, and there was that smile, perfect smile that had made you fall in love with him. He looked so divine, so fresh, as if he was floating. An angel.
How the fuck were you going to flirt around with the devil if your angelic ex boyfriend whom you still loved was going to be around?
“Y/N?” Timothée mouthed as he dedicated another smile at you.
You finally breathed in some courage and smiled at him, approaching him.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked, softly, as his eyes were only on you. He had his ways making you feel like you were the only person in the whole world.
“I-”
“Timmo! Hello,” Tom intruded. “Hey, she’s my assistant, the real question is what are you doing here?”
Timothée finally looked up at Tom. “Thomas,” he said calmly. “Oh, really?” He turned his sight back to you. “Why didn’t you tell me, love--” he cleared his throat. “Y/N that uh, you’d be working with him.”
“I..”
“She doesn’t have to tell you everything, man,” Tom interrupted you for the second time. You nudged him.
“I just… didn’t think it was a big deal, but what are you doing here?”
“I’m kind of… an assistant of someone’s assistant, but hey, I’m part of the crew,” Tim grinned at you.
Tom watched between you both.
“Hey um, but what about your script?”
“She’ll have time to write it,” Tom pushed.
“I can talk for myself Tom, uh, here,” you handed him the keys to his trailer. “Why don’t you freshen up before we go over to makeup?”
Tom frowned. “Um, no, actually, I need you to come with me, I need to discuss some things,” Tom crossed his arms.
“Really? Even if we went through all of it?” You frowned.
“Yes, something just came up,” Tom smirked.
You wanted to hit him.
Timothée cleared his throat. “Maybe we can… talk later, okay? Later on a break?” Tim offered.
“Yeah, for sure,” you smiled at him but then Tom motioned to the trailer.
He walked in and you were quick to close the door.
“What is wrong with you?”
Tom scoffed. “I’m doing you a favour, y/n.”
“A favour?” You were about to kill him, but you didn’t. You remembered it. You were supposed to start liking him. “You know what? Whatever. Hurry up. We need to go straight into makeup, I’ll wait for you outside.
You were about to storm off before Tom stopped you.
“What?”
“Give me a smile,” he grinned.
You raised your middle finger at him and then stormed out. This wasn’t going to be easy.
However, he was rather decent after it, you went through makeup, wardrobe and eventually you were there, watching him walk into the set. You had a bottle of water waiting for him, along everything else he’d asked you.
He had been asking for a lot of things, every time he was sure that Tim was somehow close, Tom would bring up the most stupid request, and then add ‘please y/n, dear.’
He was terrible.
But you sat down, now ready to watch the scene. The director was giving him notes, and Tom was nodding, listening to him as he was getting ready. One of the things you had to admit that you loved about him, was his commitment, and even if you hated him, you knew he was very good at his job. Even the adorable facade he pulled to the world. You were very aware he was nice, and there were things that made you genuinely smile about him, but of course, he had a whole different persona when it came to you, and that’s when the magic simply stopped.
But you watched him as the light was falling to him, the frame was him and only him, even if he was not really doing much, you loved how he would change from whatever he was being and turn into an actual professional. And he looked attractive, even if the makeup he was wearing now covered the freckles you loved. And your mind wandered, a spring frame, maybe even beginning of summer, of strawberries and the sun shining, a turquoise bike and a race towards the ice cream parlour. Memories, memories, memories.
But you cleared your throat, not wanting to stare too much, even if the tight clothes he was wearing had you thinking. You thought it was ironic, even, 80’s type of clothing they’d chosen, and he… Had you thinking thoughts. Sins. But, honestly who wouldn’t sin with a devil like him?
But you looked away because you knew yourself, you knew the effect Tom had on you, and hell after that night, the effect had grown stronger.
You decided to look around, as you were trying to look up for Timmy.
Someone tapped on your shoulder.
“Hey,” someone whispered in your ear as you jumped in surprise, but finally turned your head to see Timothée standing right behind you.
“Hi,” you whispered as he grinned.
“Sorry for… scaring you,” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to-”
“No, no you’re good, it’s okay, I just didn’t expect to see you here,” you admitted, your voice lowered as you finally laid your attention back on him.
“Yeah, it’s weird,” he chuckled. “Usually after a breakup, you don’t have to see your ex working with… Well,” he bit his lip, as he motioned for you to walk away with him, further from the cameras and mics.
“Yeah, with one of the reasons for the breakup,” you clicked your tongue. “But I mean.” You dug your hands into your pockets. Another reason as to why you hated Tom was that he’d been so delicate on trying to push you and Tim away from each other.
“You saw it, didn’t you? What I meant,” he sighed.
You looked away. “Tim.”
“He’s obsessed with you,” Tim scoffed as he shook his head. “And I can’t blame him, honestly, I am completely obsessed with you, too,” he grinned and you just smiled to yourself. “But… Well, it’s not exactly comforting to… you know.”
“He’s not obsessed with me, he doesn’t even like me,” you shrugged as you turned to see Tom as he was still listening to the director, too focused to know. “He’s… only trying to find ways to bother me.”
“Don’t you think that’s…” Timmy licked his lips.
“I can’t blame him, I kind of do the same,” you confessed, chuckling slightly. “Anything to see him angry.”
He pushed back a lost strand of hair. “Hm, maybe this is for the best, maybe right now we can finally spend time together.”
But you knew that the distance in your relationship hadn’t really come from actual space, you’d been emotionally distant to each other. However, when you looked into his eyes, maybe everything was forgotten. How could you not get lost into the way he looked at you?
But you couldn’t think about it now, you had something very important to do. Yet you couldn’t forget it, an autumn frame, with leaves falling down, as you ran towards him and you laughed as the night was fading in, eating cherries, and kissing him, once, twice and forever.
You coughed, as you avoided his gaze, coming back to normality.
“Tim, I…” You cleared your throat. “There’s something.”
“Why do I feel like I won’t like that something?” He scrunched his nose.
You licked your lips as you turned away, and you noticed Tom, you caught him staring. He quickly turned back to the director.
“I just really meant what I said, I need time right now,” you gulped. “I don’t think I can emotionally commit to anything, can we… please be friends?”
Timmy bit his lip but then grinned. “I’ll have to live with that,” he sighed. “But please don’t mind if I stare too long, I can’t help it, y/n. I’m an Icarus, remember?”
You nudged him. “Don’t fly too close to the sun,” you warned him.
He smiled. “C'mere, I’ll show you something cool,” he said as he led the way close back to where they were filming. They hadn’t started yet, but you saw Tom.
Tom gave you another glance and then ignored you.
You felt guilty, and weren’t sure why. But then you turned your attention to Timmy, who pointed out the lights on the set, and then to some props and explained what they meant and how it revolved around the story, and it was fascinating, knowing that little things that didn’t seem important would turn out to be so important.
“The story is hidden between the little details,” Tim said. “Like that flower pot, you see it?” He pointed to it.
“Yeah.”
“It’ll change through scenes, the pot will get darker as…” Timmy explained.
“Right,” you grinned.
But everyone started to shush everyone, they would start filming.
-
You had been quiet for the rest of the day, you had received Tom’s lunch and hadn’t even said any words to him. You’d been thinking about… a lot of things, really. But mostly Timothée, and how this was wrong. Very, very wrong. But there were worse things you could do, right?
Tom had decided to have his lunch in his trailer, and he’d invited you over with him. Of course, it probably was only because he didn’t want you around Timmy.
“Y/N?” Tom called. “Aren’t you going to eat?” He asked as you were biting on your cheek, nervously staring at the food.
“Hm? Oh, yes, sorry.”
He watched you. “So… I saw you talking to…” Tom cleared his throat. “Timothée,” he pronounced his name dragging his tongue and pitching his voice.
“Yeah.”
He blew his cheeks. “Hey, I can… I can get another assistant if you’re uncomfortable being near him…”
You chuckled. “Trying to get rid of me already?”
“No… I’m just… I don’t want you feeling sad,” he pointed out.
“I’m not sad.”
He shrugged. “Well, you look sad.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Tom shrugged. “And it bothers me.”
“Does it now?” You questioned.
“It’s my job making you sad and I’m angry he’s doing it,” he grinned.
You rolled your eyes. “Of course.”
“What happened then?” He pushed.
You looked away. “Nothing, Tom. We broke up, I told him we had to be friends for now, and that’s it.”
Tom watched you, he seemed calculated. He probably wanted ways to make you feel bad, that was Tom. Amazing memory when it comes to annoy you.
“Why did you break up?”
Distance. Him. Harry. Timothée knowing you got tired of waiting before and thinking you’d settled with him. Dreams that had to be changed for plans, and plans which involved being away. Timothée pointing out you had had feelings for Tom. You probably did. Timothée pointing out Harry was probably in love with you. You, being aware of it, but deciding to ignore it, or not accept it. Selfish conversations. Jealousy. Long conversations that turned into small talk. Because you felt like strangers. Intimacy was gone. No more sparks. Secrets that you both held. Tom. Because you’d gotten drunk once and said something about Tom that one shouldn’t say when you’re dating someone.
That was a summary.
“I… well, it’s too complicated.” A summary he didn’t deserve to know.
Tom shrugged. “Why?”
There was a part of you that was thinking about how you could make someone fall in love. You thought about Timothée, you loved how sincere he was. Maybe being sincere could help you. Being vulnerable helps.
“I think we fell in love very quickly and we didn’t stop to see if there was… anything else going on with us, like myself I—he just I dunno, we changed and we were so into the idea of who we were at the beginning.” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say.
“I’m not following.”
“I feel like,” you sincered yourself. “At least with me, it started out as… as me escaping from something else you know? I was trying to avoid other problems and it came as a simple solution but in the end I fell in love with him.” You didn’t regret falling in love with him.
“Meaning?”
“It was kind of a—getaway,” you licked your lips. “Escaping, but not really. I had too many feelings just trying to explode and I— I just let my feelings explode into him, I guess I wanted to love someone and he walked in.”
“A rebound?” Tom questioned.
“Not really.” Besides, you hadn’t talked about this with anyone, not even with Harry, or Sam. It felt wrong.
“So you were looking for a fling?”
“Well, no, it’s complicated,” you admitted. “But I just… really loved him, you know? But he’s very observant, and he caught up on it.”
“Observant, huh.”
“Yes and he pointed out things which I’ve been oblivious to, or maybe not oblivious but I was too dedicated to avoiding them that I forgot about them,” you sighed.
“What kind of things?”
“Stuff, I dunno,” you ran a hand through your hair.
He watched you, carefully. “What do you see in him anyway? He’s boring.”
You chuckled, slightly. “He’s brilliant, and besides, I can say more about him than that short skirt who asked you out today.”
He smirked. “Jealous?”
“What would I be jealous for?” You rolled your eyes. “If anything I’m thankful. I’m hoping she’ll be able to calm you and your horny ass down,” you bellowed.
He laughed. “She won’t be, I won’t go out with her.” He shrugged with fake shame.
You frowned. “Why not?”
Tom clicked his tongue. “Because, she’s…”
“Dull? Yeah, I noticed that too,” you chided. “Don’t date someone like her.”
Tom grinned. “I wasn’t going to,” he surmised. “But, please do tell me, what kind of people should I date?”
You bit your lip as you gave it a thought. “Someone with layers,” you began. “Fun, and who can put up with all your shit.”
He raised an eyebrow with a smug smirk. “Hm, sounds like someone like you?”
You laughed. “No, no, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes. “Someone who can actually stand you”
He laughed as he moved his chair to be closer. “Since when do you care about who I date?”
You watched him with curiosity. “I don’t,” you cleared out. “What? Did you want me to care?
He coughed. “I love how you manage to change the subject to avoid talking about how boring your ex is.”
You nudged him. “He’s not boring, he’s amazing.”
“He’s not, I saw him explaining bloody props to you,” he laughed. “Props. God, he is boring, why did you date someone like him? He’s literally… Look, I remember this one time when he was rambling about some boring shit, see I can’t even remember what he said? And gosh, everything he says is so poetic, and it’s like bro calm down,” Tom said disgusted.
“I like that,” you laughed. “Maybe he’s just too smart for you, your little brain cell can’t handle it.”
He glared at you as he brushed his hand against your leg, you coughed looking at it. “Ha-ha, no, but really y/n, you should date someone fun, someone who can make you laugh.”
You smirked. “Hm… Since when do you care about who I date?” You said, walking your own fingers through his arm.
He shrugged. “I’ve always cared about that, don’t be silly,” he looked at you, as his hand stopped your fingers, and then played with your hand instead.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, y/n, because you’ve paraded around with assholes, man, you’re really bad at choosing boyfriends,” he chuckled as his other hand landed on your knee.
You laughed. “I do have a tendency to crush on assholes, I used to have a crush on you, remember?” You stated with pride as you lifted his chin.
He laughed as he bit his lip. “Point proven.”
You gulped and looked away. “But Tim is different.”
“But he is boring,” he scooted closer, you were barely an inch far away.
“He’s not.” You looked away
“What did you see in him?” He pushed again and turned your head to him. “Okay, was he good in bed?” He chuckled.
You blushed. “Oh my god, you shouldn’t ask that.”
He snickered softly as he leaned over closer. “All I’m asking, y/n, is…”He lowered his voice, you felt his hot breath against your lips. “...if he’s able to get you all flustered only by… playing this kind of game and,” he glanced down at your lips, as he placed a single peck upon the corner of your lips.
You didn’t even flinch. “Are you sure you’re not the one losing, though?”
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Christmas vacation. 18+
Kim Namjoon x reader
Warnings: sir!namjoon/ voyeurism/ unprotected/ masturbation (f)/ oral(b)
Words: 4021
Every year your family spends Christmas with the Kim family. Your parents have been friends since long before you were born.
You used to really enjoy these dinners: your mother’s Christmas cookies, the Korean soup the Kim family brought with them, and of course the small pile of brand-new toys to play with. It was especially fun to have Namjoon around, he had been your first crush, and this was the only time you could get his attention all to yourself; none of his friends in the way making him ignore you as they laugh.
You’d been really good friends when you were young; but at some point it became uncool to be friends with girls. So bowing to peer pressure he started being mean when others were around, eventually leading to being mean when it was only the two of you. At that point you decided it wasn’t worth the effort and moved on to bigger and better things, ignoring him or being snarky and mean back.
Your friends never understood why you guys were so mean to each other, he had a reputation around school as being one of the nicest people to work with (and be around in general). However you had never managed to fix the ever-growing rift between you. You hated the very sight of him, even when he left to become an idol. If anything it made it so much worse when his face was everywhere and anyone new you met idolized the band.
Which brought you to this Christmas, the first one he would be attending in two years. You had whined at your mom about not wanting to stay this year, claiming you were old enough to not spend the holidays with them. You should be able to go to a friends and actually enjoy yourself. Your mom was having none of. She shut down your new plans as soon as they left your mouth; you immediately started pouting like a child.
“Look Y/N, it won’t do you any good to spend the next day and a half looking like an angry toddler, all it’s going to do is give you wrinkles” your mom chided. You huffed and straightened out your features, she was right after all.
On Christmas day the Kim’s arrived without Namjoon in toe. You couldn’t help but feel relieved. Probably too busy with last minute dance class or something equally dumb. It was great thinking you might get to avoid him for another year.
You went about the day as normal: talking with the Kims, watching a Christmas movie, and opening the presents under the tree before dinner. Unfortunately, just as you sat down to eat he strolled through the door, oozing confidence and arrogance.
“Sorry I’m late, got caught up saying goodbye to the boys” he shrugged bending to kiss his mother and taking the only seat left at the table… next to you. His leg brushed against yours under the table sending shivers up your spine as you physically recoiled. Your parents stare at you both pointedly until you make the effort to speak to one another.
“Y/N, how are you? I see you’ve not been up to anything special of late” he jeered sounding almost bored.
“I’m sorry we can’t all be global superstars at age 26 Joon” he inhaled sharply in amusement that that was the best you could throw at him.
The two of you ate in silence while your families caught up with each other. As you had gotten older, your two families found themselves spending less and less time together with increasingly busy schedules. That’s when they came up with their latest brilliant idea.
“By the way guys we have a surprise present for the both of you” said Mrs. Kim, a smile on her face as she handed you both a sae bae don. With your family eyeing you expectantly you open the red envelopes to reveal plane tickets to the Caribbean for the following week.
“Oh my gosh this is amazing; I have always wanted to go to the Caribbean!” you squealed. In your excitement you knocked over the gravy on the table, accidently covering yourself, and Namjoon, in the hot liquid.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re such a klutz!” he yelped as he jumped from his seat. After being chastised for his language he stormed off to the bathroom to clean himself off, pulling his top over his head and showcasing his muscular back as he went. Your heart fluttered with what you assumed was rage as you huffed and headed into the laundry room. You were standing there in just your bra soaking your shirt before it ruined when he walked in behind you.
“God don’t you knock?” you squeaked as you pulled one of your dad’s shirts in front of you to cover yourself from his view, not missing the way his eyes raked down your body.
“Hello? I’m talking to you Joon?” you wave a hand in front of his face to get him to stop looking at you.
“Typically, walking into a public room of a house, I don’t knock no. Your mom told me to grab one of your dad’s shirts to borrow” you recovered from your original embarrassment noticing he was also stood there shirtless. Your eyes following a similar pattern to the one his had just taken down your curves. He took a step towards you, invading your personal space and towering over you. You stood there for a moment unsure of what he was planning. He broke eye contact first taking your dad’s shirt out of your hands before pulling it over his head. He snorted at the bewildered look on your face and left the room, leaving you there breathing much heavier than you were before and once again half naked. You pulled on a shirt from the clean laundry and headed back to join your family for the board game part of your Christmas festivities. Namjoon’s eyes caught yours every so often, he was very distinctly handsome, and the thought of him shirtless and so close to you wouldn’t leave your mind. If only he had a more tolerable personality.
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Two weeks passed and you found yourself standing with Namjoon at the entrance to a hotel room. Your parents had insisted you were way too old to share with them, which made sense, they deserved their privacy too. Unfortunately, that left you with a less than desirable roommate.
“You guys won’t even be in the hotel room that often, you’ll barely see each other” your dad had reasoned when the two of you started to put up a fight “plus we are not paying for the extra room”
You headed inside putting your suitcase on the bed closest to the window.
“What if I wanted that bed?” Namjoon grumbled.
“Should have gotten to it faster” you shrugged unzipping it to unpack.
After your stuff had been put away you changed out of your airplane clothes into a bikini and sheer wrap. At the sound of you exiting the bathroom Namjoon looked up from the book he was sat reading on his bed. His eyes trailed down your form through your wrap, reminiscent of his roaming gaze on Christmas. You went to make snide comment but instead he quickly closed the book, grabbed a pair of trunks, and headed for the bathroom. Not waiting for him to finish you called out that you were heading for the pool and left the room.
Everyone else was already downstairs when you reached the side of the pool. You set down your towel and chose the best sun lounger with your group. You get settled in and close your eyes ready for a nap in the warm sun after the long flight. Not long into your attempt at a sleep a shadow covered your body making you scowl, but not open your eyes.
“You can’t have the best bed and the best sun lounger, that’s not fair” Namjoon points out bitterly.
“Like I said before, you should’ve been faster” you smirk a little too proud of yourself.
“Is that right?” you felt the shadow over you move and settled back in, assuming you’d won the little banter and he would now go sulk elsewhere. Unfortunately for you, he had actually just moved to get a better grip. He pulled you over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carried you towards the deep end of the pool. You opened your eyes wide in shock and started to thrash around panicking.
“Joon you put me down right this instant.” You screamed. His only response was to slap you firmly on the bum and growl.
“You’re done being such a tease to me” the low tone in his voice made you feel tight at your core, but you didn’t have time to fully digest what he said because you were swiftly dropped into the water waiting below. As you came up for air planning to chastise him, he cannonballed next to you covering you in a tidal wave. He laughed at the drowned rat look you were now sporting. Embarrassed and annoyed you went with the only fitting punishment and pushed a large amount of water in the idols direction, resulting in a full splash war. Trying to gain the traction you needed to push him fully underwater and drown him, you jumped on his back and wrapped your hands in his hair.
“Hey that’s not fair” he whined trying to shake you free. You laughed at his failed attempts clinging on for dear life as he flipped backwards, sending you both under the water. The pair of you were laughing when you came up for air. It’s nice to laugh with him again, your mind started to wander as you realized the position you’d put yourself in.
Now clung to his front, your legs wrapped around his waist putting you practically nose to nose. You released and recoiled immediately, clambering out of the pool, and making excuses to your family before heading back inside. For someone you hate so much, he definitely had an immensely powerful effect on you lately.
You reached your room quickly, and content that Namjoon probably wouldn’t be back for a while you grabbed the small silver vibrator from the secret compartment within your suitcase and ran a bath for yourself to wash the day away. Too busy rubbing your swollen clit and thinking about how attractive Namjoon was to you all of a sudden. You hadn’t heard him come back into the room. After he called out for you and got no response, he opened the bathroom door in order to freshen up for an afternoon lunch by the ocean.
He is shocked to find you masturbating. Mouth ajar, headphones in, one leg over the side of the bath to give you better access to yourself. Mesmerized, he didn’t move out of the door frame. Instead he watched as you got closer and closer to your high, little mewling sounds leaving your lips, and then one word he never expected to hear.
“Namjoon” you moaned as your body convulsed slightly reaching your edge.
His pants twitched looking at you like that forcing him back into reality. Quickly he exited the room before you came around and saw him stood there. He sat on his bed readjusting himself to make it less obvious that he was sporting a semi, playing innocent when you walk out of the bathroom in a new outfit ready for lunch.
“Oh” you said sheepishly “I didn’t realize you were back in the room” the blush left on your skin from you’re orgasm intensified. He refused to make eye contact but shrugs
“I’ve only just walked in” he stood and pushed passed you into the bathroom and you released a sigh of relief as you took the bullet out of your cleavage and hid it back in its special compartment. Feeling slightly disgusted about masturbating to the thought of a guy you supposedly hate, you tried to get your mind to focus on other things, taking one of the books Namjoon brought with him off the bedside table.
You were upside-down, legs up on the wall, 3 chapters deep when Namjoon walked back into the room, his face flushed pink. You’d put it down to sunburn and the two of you lest, ready to go out and meet your families.
Its late by the time you guys got back to the room, having gone on an exploration of the area after dinner, then a bar. You were three or four drinks in, and more than ready to flop into bed, but something was bothering you.
“What’s your problem?” you asked accusatorily “You’ve been glaring at me since dinner, does my existence really bother you that much?” he sighed and turned away from you to head into the bathroom trying to ignore your question. But you blocked his way passed, putting a hand on his chest to try to prevent him from moving forward.
“No, answer me, you don’t get to ignore me for the next two weeks just because you want to be an asshole” he finally met your questioning gaze, something dancing behind his deep brown eyes. He grabbed your hand from its position on his torso and used it as leverage to push you up against the wall, you seized up; unsure of where to go from here, he was just staring at you, gaze flicking between your eyes and mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?” your voice came out a lot quieter than you wanted it to. He inched ever closer, your body now flat against the cool wall behind you.
“I saw you today” he finally broke his silence, his voice low and raspy, sending your mind reeling.
“Saw me do what exactly?” you gulped having a feeling you already knew what.
“You were touching yourself… and thinking of me” his confident smirk doing nothing to stop the heat that pooled in your stomach.
“I don’t know what you mean” you grimaced, looking away; trying to hide the blush creeping up your face. He applied more pressure to keep you from squirming out of his hold. Using his free hand he pulled your face back to his. His mouth a whisper away as he breathed the next words.
“I can’t get the sight of you out of my head, spread wide, pushing yourself to the limit with that pathetic little toy. I could give you something much better to please yourself with”
You snorted at his attempt and came to your senses, pushing him away.
“You seem to have forgotten my intense dislike of you Joon.” You Walked back to your bed, far out of his reach. Watching his next move carefully, you could hear your heart beating loud in your chest. Fairly sure he could hear it too. He didn’t give up, moving closer to you, grabbing your wrists, and pulling you up to him again.
“Things can change Y/N, now do as you’re told” he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to yours tentatively, seeking the approval to continue. Frozen there, your brain tried to figure out what was happening between the two of you. Whether you wanted this because you like him or because of the alcohol. Relenting you melted into his form, deepening the kiss yourself. He needed no further approval and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist pushing the two of you back against a wall.
“God I’ve been waiting for this since we were like 16” he admitted as he moved his lips down to your collarbone licking and sucking his way along.
“Yeah right asshole” you said breathless.
“Watch what you call me angel” he growled out the threat surprising you. “It’s sir or master now”
“Who are you kidding?” you sniggered, and he pus you down. You looked into his eyes to see there is no joking going on instead he pushed you hard onto his bed. He manhandled you onto all fours and he spanked you twice, not hard but firm enough to assert himself. The sudden aggression turned you on even more. You could feel yourself soaking through your underwear. You tried to turn to see him, but he applied pressure to your shoulders preventing you from pivoting your body. He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear.
“Is this okay?” he nibbled on your ear waiting for your response. You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice to not betray you with a moan. “I need you to tell me, tell me you’re okay baby girl”
“I’m okay” you let out a shaky breath of anticipation.
“I’m okay, who?” the smirk was evident in his voice knowing that he hadn’t even begun to touch you properly and you were already this turned on
“I’m okay, sir” You conceded but there was a venom in the word as you said it. He chuckled to himself.
“God you are such a little brat, guess I’ll have to fix that” he released his hold on your shoulders and you turned to lie flat onto your back gazing up and biting your bottom lip waiting to see how he decided to punish you. He’s stood above you carefully and slowly undoing the buckle on his belt.
“Sit up” came his only command you did as told mesmerized by the motion of his slender fingers working to free himself from his pants. His cock girthier than expected and already leaking precum proving he was just as turned on as you.
“Open” he said, but you turned your head like a petulant child, wanting to know how far you could push him and this new dynamic he’d tried to create between the two of you. He chuckled at your defiance and pulled your head back to face front. Hand holding under your chin his thumb ran across your mouth forcing your lips to part for him and having you suck on it.
“Don’t test me princess” there was danger in the tone of his voice as he moved his thumb out of your mouth to grab your hair and pull you gently by it to your knees. This time you opened your mouth expectantly tongue out and ready, waiting for him to allow you to continue. He placed the head of his cock on to your tongue and you licked down the shaft causing him to tremor slightly before taking him in fully.
He had been so busy with the band lately; it must have been a while since he had gotten the chance to release himself. He used your hair as leverage to force his cock further down your throat causing tears to form in the corners of your eyes and a small cough try to escape around the thick mass. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before ramming back into you, fucking your throat roughly. You felt him tense as if nearing a release and he pulled away; you moan at the sudden removal from and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Looking at him with questioning eyes he offered a hand to help you up. You took it and he pulled you in close kissing you fervently, tasting himself on you.
“You’re too much baby girl” he breathed and then pushed you on to the bed, undoing and pulling down your pants, his fingers traced slowly down your legs. He tossed your clothes aside and separated your legs getting a good look at your core for the first time. He bit at your thigh the sudden pleasure making you moan a little too loud. “Careful kitten my parents are in the room next door” you’d put a hand to your mouth as the other clawed into the bed to try and help you steady yourself.
Namjoon blew softly on your clit making you shiver. His eyes met yours asking if he could taste you. You nodded and he glared back for a moment until you realised your mistake.
‘Yyyes sir” you stammered no longer needing a prompt to use the name. That’s all he needed for him to lick a line up your thigh before flicking his talented tongue against your clit. He dragged his tongue through your folds before plunging deep into your hole, tasting the arousal he’d made you feel. He grabbed your hips creating small halfmoon marks where his nails dug into your skin. He sucked hard on your clit making you throw your head back from the shockwave it sent up your core. He brought one hand down to help him please you, slowly pushing two fingers all the way into you. You constricted around the digits, grinding down onto them, making him hit your sweet spot. He pumped his fingers in and out scissoring occasionally to stretch you. You core is wound tighter and tighter as you got closer to your release.
“I think I’m I’m I’m gonna c..” you trailed off and he suddenly left you empty and alone. As a reflex you reached with grabby hands to get the feeling of him back and he chuckled.
“Baby girl, surely you didn’t think it would be that easy? Not after what a brat you were to me” you cried out regretting your defiance.
“Please sir, pleeease” you begged, fully submitting to the new dynamic you have.
“Get your toy, finish yourself off” he settled into the hotel chair cock in hand. You blushed, mortified by the thought of masturbating knowing he is watching. You stood to move to him, to sit on his lap, get him to touch you again, but he deterred your advances.
“You have your order princess” he grinned “come on do this and maybe I’ll reward you” you did as you were told and fetched the small toy from its hiding place. You’d lay on your bed and got ready to start.
“No Y/N, on my bed” you got up and moved, arranging yourself to face him. Unable to meet his eyes you began rubbing figure of eights with the small toy moaning as it touched the most sensitive parts You felt his eyes watching you intently spurring you on. His name tumbling from your lips proved too much for him, his hands were back on you
“Don’t stop” he commanded as his tongue joined the toy in pleasuring you. The feeling pushed you over the edge immediately, but he was relentless, overstimulating you. You tried pulling the toy away from your clit to give yourself some respite.
“I said don’t stop” he growled, and you brought the stim back as you rode out your high. He pulled back from you to line himself up, slowly pushing himself into you, stretching you around him, giving you time to adjust to the sudden change in pressure. He started to pump himself into your core, hitting your cervix every now and again. The bullet still at your clit and his rhythm brought you close once again. You clenched your walls around him providing both of you with extra friction.
“Not yet baby, don’t cum yet” he picked up the pace and you took the toy away from your clit grabbing onto his back to help keep you steady. He pumped into you a few more times before he started to studder reaching his end. He reached down between the two of you to rub your clit himself, bringing you back to the edge, you came quickly and as you did, he let himself release deep within you. He collapsed next to you on the bed pulling you close leaving a trail of kisses along your back. You both lay there quietly for a little while.
“That’s not where I thought this holiday was going to take us” you exhaled still a little breathless.
“That’s not where I thought this holiday would take us, sir” he teased.
“Yeah that’s not happening again” you tried to shoot back both of you knowing full well that you were lying.
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