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❀˖° Title: Never Knew I Needed

❀˖°Paring: Idol! Yoongi x Introvert! Reader

❀˖° Rating: PG - 16

❀˖° Summary: Yoongi had his life planned out for himself. Studio. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. He always knew what he needed to do or what needed to be done but it all changed on a Tuesday morning with a girl who clumsily knocked into him.

❀˖°Genre: Fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, slow-burn, reader keeps to herself, florist reader, some steamy scenes but nothing too crazy in this one

❀˖° Playlist: Never Knew I Needed - Ne-Yo

❀˖° Author's note: Second longest one shot I have ever written! When I say slow-burn, I mean it.

There’s something about the early mornings that brings this inner peace. It was quiet but not too quiet. It was cold enough to have a blanket around while you looked at the window with a cup of hot coffee waking up your soul, it was perfect. It also allowed you to plan out the day, that’s what Y/N did. She took advantage of the early mornings and got everything planned for herself. She knew of course stuff happened and something may not get done, as long as there was an attempt; That’s all that matters for her.

She styled her hair and put her glasses on to finally get on with the day. She had a busy day today. A lot of idols ordered from her flower shop; Stardust and apparently today was one of those days that everyone needed flowers. She didn’t know why but she wasn’t going to question the business. She walked down her apartment stairwell with her music playing through her headphones. It was like any other day.

She walked to the bus stop and smiled to herself. She took off her headphones and waved, “Good morning, Meria.”

Meria was one of her closest friends, though she didn’t have many; Meria was top three. Meria was the star football player in their college days and was 7-2. Meria left the sport because she wanted to focus on something less focused on her limbs. Meria agreed to open Stardust with Y/N and never regretted it.

Meria took the bun out of her mouth and waved, “Good morning~. Hazel and Nora are already at the store. They wanted help with some of the orders.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and tilted her head, “They’re already there?” She glanced down at her watch and looked back at Meria, “It’s seven...that means they woke up super early.”

Meria nodded her head and took another bite of her bun, “Hazel was determined to get there before you and Nora wanted to get breakfast.”

Y/N pouted at this, “They didn’t have to do this...I have to-”

“Y/N, shush. They wanted to help you, they love you. Don’t feel bad. Now get on this bus before I throw you onto it.”

Meria, Hazel, and Nora were Y/N’s top three friends (and her only friends if she was going to be honest). Hazel was always keeping Meria and Nora in check with their teasing, something Y/N greatly appreciated. Hazel was also the first one to approach Y/N during their freshman year. Nora was the youngest in the group but she was also the brightest. Having an IQ of 120, she was bright but she was lazy. She barely showed up at her classes but would sleep at Y/N’s dorm as they ate breakfast together. The girls were always together, the perfect group of friends.

Y/N nodded her head and glanced at the bus, “Can I have the window seat?”

“Of course you can, my little daydreamer.”

On the other side of the city, Yoongi let out a loud groan. Apparently, his music file was corrupted which means his hard work was nowhere to be seen. He ran his finger through his hair and glared at the screen, “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Namjoon glanced at Hoseok who just shrugged his shoulders. Namjoon walked behind Yoongi in his chair and rubbed his shoulders gently, “You should walk away for now. It’s not going to be solved if you stay mad at it. If anything, you might make things worse.”

Yoongi sighed and took a sip of his coffee, “You want buns for breakfast?”

Hoseok nodded his head at this, “Nora Bun’s open in a few minutes. They have really good red bean buns.”

Yoongi stood up from his chair (with a little stretch) and put his beanie on, “Whatever will get me out of here, I don’t care where we go.”

Hoseok scoffed at this, “Let’s go sunshine.”

Namjoon sighed and rubbed his forehead, “It’s too early for this, let’s get food.”

Yoongi put his jacket on and glanced down at his phone, “Did you order the flowers for TXT?”

Namjoon nodded his head, “Yeah, Stardust was super busy. I just hope they’ll get here.”

“Y/N is really good at being on time. You don’t have to worry.”

Yoongi closed his studio door and glanced at Hoseok with a raised eyebrow, “Y/N? Who is that?”

“She’s one of the owners of Stardust. Super nice and awkward. Fun to tease.”

Namjoon shook his head as they walked down the hall, “I tell you all the time to leave her alone.”

“Why haven’t I met her?”

Namjoon glanced at Yoongi and shrugged his shoulders, “You never come out of your studio.”

“Whatever, just make sure the flowers get here.”

Y/N opened her door and smiled at her friends who were hard at work, “Good morning...thank you for coming.”

Nora was the first one to look up from her work. She gave Y/N a thumbs up, “Don’t worry. We’ll always got your back. I brought some buns from my shop here.”

Meria put her coat up and pointed her finger at Nora, “You told me you weren’t bringing any buns so I just ate one on the way here. How could you do this to me!?”

Nora let out a small chuckle, “I brought it for Y/N, you idiot.”

“Idiot!?”

Hazel snapped her fingers and glared at the two, “Yah! This isn’t why we came early, Nora.” Hazel turned towards Y/N and gave her a soft smile. She walked towards the shorter girl and gave her a small hug, “Good morning, Y/N. Would you like some red bean buns?”

Y/N nodded her head, “That sounds wonderful...”

After breakfast, Y/N put on her apron and got to work. She let the soft jazz play through her store and she ignored the bickering between Nora and Meria. Y/N smiled to herself and looked down at the paperwork, “These bouquets go to Hybe for TXT. It says Kim Namjoon ordered it, Meria, can you take this order?”

Meria nodded her head, “You don’t want to see Hoseok?”

Y/N took a sip of her water and shook her head, “I have too much work.”

Nora smirked at this and leaned forward on her table, “You don’t want him to tease you.”

Y/N looked away and picked up the next order, “I’ll do the order for Itzy, Nora can you do this order for Aespa’s Music Core performance.”

Nora nodded her head and took the paperwork, “Whatever you say, boss.”

“Thank you.”

Meria took the bouquets and smiled to herself, “Congratulations on the new release. Aww, that’s so nice.”

“Meria don’t read the note. It's private”

Meria rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “Fine boss.”

Hazel handed Y/N another order and grabbed her keys, “You're driving with me, Meria. Let’s go.”

“What!? No, I promise I’ll get there-”

“Let’s go Meria.”

Y/N gave them a small wave and continued to do the countless orders. Driving with Hazel was like driving with your mom, she would ask you how’s your day and all that. It made Meria laugh because they lived together, and Hazel knew everything. They parked in the employee parking lot and Meria groaned, “I really hate coming into this building.”

Hazel put the parking paper on her dashboard and glanced at Meria, “Why?”

“It’s so tempting to talk to everyone. That’s why Y/N usually does it because she doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“Just don’t talk to anyone.”

“That’s so hard to dooooo~.”

Yoongi took a sip of his coffee as Namjoon took a bite of his bun. They were walking back to Yoongi’s office when they saw the bouquets of flowers making their way towards them. Yoongi tilted his head and wondered if this was Y/N (not that he cared...). Hoseok was the first one to greet her, “Hey Meria, where’s Y/N?”

Meria pouted at him, “She had too many orders to come down...so here I am. Hazel told me to hurry up and not talk as much.”

Namjoon let out a laugh and handed Hoseok his bun to sign for the flowers, “Tell her we said hello.”

“I’ll do that.” Meria glanced over Namjoon’s shoulder and saw Yoongi, “Hey you're the cat in BTS.”

Yoongi felt his eye twitch and he raised his eyebrow, “Cat? The hell?”

“Yeah, people say you're a cat. I don’t know what the internet says. Little meow meow or something like that. ”

“Don’t call me that. Why would you-”

Meria took the clipboard and smiled at Namjoon, “Thank you Mr. Kim. Hazel is texting me and she scares me. Have a good day!~”

Yoongi watched the girl leave and shook his head, “Little meow meow...what the hell.”

“Just get back into your studio before you fight someone else.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Y/N was walking to her bus stop after the long day she had. She had around 120 orders to fulfill and she couldn’t believe that she got all of them done in a timely manner. She put on her headphones and waited for her bus. She looked up to the moon and gave it a soft smile. The moon was warm even though to others it was cold, the moon was Y/N’s favorite after a long night. She swiped her keychain and headed towards the back in the small corner that she loved oh so much. She told Meria that she didn’t want to go out for dinner, instead, she wanted to go home to her cat, Tuna, and have some tea. Meria understood that Y/N needed to unwind and didn’t push her.

She stared outside as the streetlights shined against her skin. She watched groups of people walking on the sidewalk and she smiled to herself. She watched one group of guys laughing and pushing each other while one rolled his eyes. She couldn’t help but feel envious of their energy but she shook her head and glanced down at her phone.

Yoongi glared at Taehyung and sighed, “Yah, can you walk properly? We’re in public.”

Taehyung pouted and stopped himself from pushing Jungkook, “Jungkook pushed me first. Why do you always let him do what he wants?”

“Just keep walking.”

Yoongi glanced at the bus next to them and he couldn't help but squint his eyes towards the silver vehicle. He wasn’t sure why but there was something about it, “Hyung! Are you coming?”

He glanced at Taehyung and nodded his head, “I-I’m coming.”

Y/N tossed her bag on the hook and made her way to her couch. She plopped herself into the dark purple fabric and closed her eyes. It wasn’t until she felt the soft hairs against her fingers that she opened them. She petted Tuna and smiled, “I’m home.” She glanced at the window and her smile faltered a bit, “I’m home...”

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Hazel loved her job. She really did but sometimes it becomes too much. That’s why she asked the one person who would listen to her rant, Y/N. The Hybe building was like a castle that was beautiful on the outside but boy did it feel like a prison on the inside. Hazel ran her finger through her hair and took a deep breath. She went to the cafe downstairs ignoring her coworker's glances. She sat in the far corner and swiped through her phone.

Y/N entered the building and looked around. It was clear that Y/N didn’t belong here. She made her way through the busy entrance and entered Hazel’s code into the building (it also made it easier that the front desk knew her). She quickly made her way to the cafe and ignored the pit in her stomach. It felt like all eyes were on her because it was clear she didn’t belong there. She saw Hazel in the corner and made her way to her. Y/N poked her shoulder and gave her a small wave, “I’m here.”

Hazel gave her a smile and stood up to give her a hug, “Thank you for making time for me. I appreciate it.”

Y/N nodded her head and sat in the chair, “I was worried. You usually don’t sound that distraught.”

Hazel sat back and sighed, “It’s so busy this time of year. Everyone is making their comebacks and they want me to try to schedule everything by next Thursday.”

Y/N frowned at this, “Isn’t that asking too much?”

“That’s what I’m saying...ugh. I don’t know what to do.”

Y/N bit her lip and glanced down at her fingers, “I could always help...”

“What was that Y/N?”

Y/N slowly looked up and gave her a soft smile, “I could always come and help...the store isn’t busy this week and Meria has the store under control. If you want?”

Hazel gave her a soft smile and placed her hand on top of Y/N’s, “You would help me?”

Y/N nodded her head, “I don’t like seeing you in such distress.”

Hazel smiled and clapped her hands, “Thank you Y/N. Let me buy you a muffin.”

Y/N watched Hazel jump out of her seat and she sat there blinking her eyes. She let out a small sigh, “What did I get myself into?”

“What the hell did I get myself into?” Yoongi glared at the screen while Jin gave him a proud smile next to him. Jin pointed at the screen and Yoongi had to stop himself from smacking it, “I fixed some of the melody for you.”

Yoongi glanced at Jin and then back at the screen, “This is completely different. When I asked for help this isn’t what I wanted.”

Jin crossed his arms over his chest, “I helped you. You could say thank you.”

Yoongi sighed and took a sip of his coffee, “Thanks...”

“That doesn’t sound convincing-”

“Hyung, leave him alone.”

Yoongi turned in his chair and looked at Namjoon who was giving him a worried look, “At least someone has some sense.”

“Yah! I helped you!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “We have a meeting, let’s go.”

“Do I have-”

“Yes, now let’s go.”

Yoongi sighed and slowly stood up from his chair, “Fine. Who is it with?”

“It’s with Hazel. She wants to talk about scheduling.”

Jin stretched his body and nodded his head, “We just had our comeback, what more do they want?”

“Just go to the meeting before she yells at me. She’s scary.”

Y/N took a small bite of her cookie and listened to Hazel rant. It wasn’t until Hazel’s phone buzzed. She flipped her phone over and cursed under her breath, “I have a meeting in ten minutes. I gotta go, thank you again Y/N. It means the world to me.”

Y/N nodded her head, “I’m glad I can help...”

“I’ll see you tonight at dinner?”

Y/N bit her lip and looked away, “Maybe.”

“Just let us know, okay? We miss you but we get it, bye, bye.”

Y/N watched Hazel leave and when she was truly gone, Y/N looked through the window. I wonder what Tuna is doing...

Yoongi sat in the meeting room waiting for Hazel. He was just going through his phone but stopped when the door opened. Hazel gave them an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry I was having breakfast with my friend.”

Hoseok's ears perked up at this, “Was it with Y/N?”

Hazel sat down and nodded her head, “Yes it was, and no, you can’t talk to her.”

Jimin pouted at this, “Why can’t we talk to her?”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this, “You know her too?”

Jimin leaned forward and nodded his head at Yoongi, “Yeah, Y/N always sends us flowers during promotion. She’s super nice.”

Yoongi nodded his head at this, Am I the only one that doesn’t know her? That’s annoying...

Hazel rolled her eyes and opened her folder, “Let’s begin.”

Y/N walked down the street and entered Nora’s restaurant. She knew it wasn’t going to be busy because it was after the breakfast rush and lunchtime doesn’t start until one o'clock, so she had time to talk to Nora. She knocked on her office and there was no answer. Y/N opened the door to see Nora leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed. Y/N shook her head at this but couldn’t help but laugh, “Neh, Nora.”

Nora opened her eyes and gave Y/N a lopsided smile, “Ello, what brings you to my shop?”

Y/N sat in the chair and looked at the dark wood in front of her, “Hazel said you guys missed me at dinner…”

Nora sat up for this and let out a nervous laugh, “We do but you know…we don’t want to force you. If you go tonight, Hazel is paying.”

Y/N bit her together and played with her fingers, “I’m sorry…I didn’t realize that I was-”

“Y/N, we get it. Don’t put pressure on yourself just to make us happy. It won’t make you happy.”

Y/N nodded her head, does it make me happy to stay inside all day and night? I don’t even know if that’s healthy. Y/N glanced down at the picture framed and smiled, it was a picture of them in college. It was right after one of Meria’s games and Nora had a camera. She said she needed prove to her family that she had friends and was normal. She missed her friends but she couldn’t help the pit in her stomach from the outside world. It wasn’t fair to her nor to them.

She smiled at Nora, “Where are we having dinner?”

The rain was peaceful, it created a melody that either put you to sleep or put panic into your mind. Yoongi continued to flip his pen between his fingers as he stared at the blank pages. Nothing. He thought the rain would help him come up with something but this time around, he got nothing. He finally fixed the melody that was corrupted and he thought it was time to create a new song. Obviously, he thought wrong.

He stood up and left his studio. He walked down the empty hallways until he saw Jungkook walking towards him, “Hyung, do you want to come with me?”

“Where?”

“To Stardust. I have to pick a bouquet for my mom.”

Stardust. That’s where… “Sure, I’ll go with you.” Curiosity was going to kill this cat, that was for sure.

Stardust was everything Yoongi expected it to be. It was a light pink store with flowers through the window and door. The smell of fresh roses took over all his senses. They walked through the door and Jungkook waved his hand at the girl at the register, “That’s Meria, she’s great. She’s one of the owners of this place.”

Yoongi nodded his head at the new information and walked further into the store. He glanced around to see countless bouquets and balloons. It was so colorful that it would make Hoseok look black and white.

“Ah, took your ass long enough.”

Jungkook pouted at her and rolled her eyes, “I just got your text.”

“So, I told you last night too.” Meria looked over his shoulders and smiled, “Hey, meow meow.”

Yoongi felt his eye twitch at this but gave her a polite smile, “My name is Yoongi.”

“No, I like meow meow. Kook, your bouquet was made by the one and only me.”

Jungkook gave her a shy smile and Yoongi noticed the little redness in his cheek but didn’t say anything. Jungkook signed some paperwork and when he finished he looked around, “Where’s Y/N?”

This caused Yoongi to look around and Meria shrugged her shoulders, “She told me she needed to help Hazel with something and I don’t know what.”

Yoongi glanced at Meria, “Hazel? She’s with Hazel?”

Meria raised her eyebrow and slowly nodded her head, “Yes? Why?”

Yoongi let out a small cough and shrugged his shoulders, “Just asking.”

Meria gave him a suspicious look but nodded her head, “Right, Jungkook follow me please~.”

Yoongi watched the two leave and he made his way to the purple lilacs. They were shining so bright under the light and he couldn’t help but wonder about Y/N. She clouded his mind even though he had never met her. For once he didn’t want to stay in his studio. He was going to meet Y/N, no matter what.

Y/N looked through the paperwork and glanced at Hazel who was stressed. It was Monday afternoon and even though they got most of it done there was still so much to get done. After four days of staying up, Hazel could finally see a dent in her work. Y/N frowned at her friend and gently took the folder out of her hands, “Hazel…maybe you should get something to eat.”

Hazel let out a sigh and nodded her head, “I do crave chocolate.”

Y/N smiled at this and stood up, “I’ll get you some chocolate chip cookies from the cafe. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Thank you Y/N, I appreciate it.”

Y/N smiled at this and grabbed her wallet and was off. She walked through the empty walls with awkwardness because she still didn’t know where to go. She walked down the stairs and took a sharp turn. She hit someone’s chest and she couldn’t help but gasp. She slowly looked up and she felt like a mouse.

“Y/N?” Hoseok gave her his signature smile and patted her head, “What are you doing here so late?”

Y/N glanced down at her shoes and then back at him, “I’m helping Hazel..”

“Oh, with scheduling? I knew she was having a hard time because she asked us directly what we wanted.”

Y/N nodded her head at this, “She overworking…I was going to get her some chocolate chip cookies from the cafe. I-I was wondering if you could-”

“I’ll help you, I’ll be your guiding light.”

Y/N glanced down and saw Hoseok's arm was still around her waist. Y/N shimmed out of his gasp and bowed her head, “Thank you. I could buy you something if you want.”

“Nope, I won’t let you buy me anything. Now follow me.”

They walked through the empty building and Y/N felt like she was in kindergarten following the teacher with rope. Hoseok opened the door and Y/N tilted her head, “Where are we?”

“In the back room of the cafe. I’ll get you those cookies for free.”

Y/N shook her head, “I-I can’t do that. It’s not right.”

“Y/N it’s fine.”

Y/N shook her head, “Let me buy…please.”

Hoseok sighed and nodded his head, “Fine.” Hoseok grabbed three cookies and glanced down at her, “These would taste so good if they were free.”

“They’re going to taste better paid.”

Y/N walked through the halls with Hoseok and he was talking about the upcoming comeback. She listened and she couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. Hoseok tilted his head at her, “You know you remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

“Yoongi. You guys are very similar.”

“Yoongi? Is he the cat one?”

Hoseok let out a loud laugh and patted her back, “That made my night.”

She looked at him with a confused look but slowly nodded her head, “You're welcome?”

Yoongi let out a sneeze and Jin raised his eyebrow, “Someone is talking about you.”

“Shut up with that myth. It’s not real.”

Jin shrugged his shoulders, “Fine be a Debbie downer.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and continued to look through his files. He couldn’t help but wonder who was talking about him (not that he cared…).

“Meria, can you please help my cousin with football? He won’t leave me alone.”

Another dinner and Y/N nervously accepted it. It was the second dinner in a row that she went and it was Hazel’s choice this time. Hazel picked the ramen place near her work in case she had an emergency meeting.

Meria slurped up her noodles and looked at Hazel, “Doesn’t he have a team to do that?”

Hazel played with her noodles and shook her head, “Half of his team has their own private coaches to help them out. Every time he asks they ask him why don’t you have a private coach.”

Meria sighed, “I can make time.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Y/N took a sip of her water and glanced at Hazel, “Have you met Yoongi?”

Hazel raised her eyebrow and nodded her head, “Yeah, why?”

Meria glanced at Nora and had a mischievous smile, “I know Yoongi was looking for you the other day.”

Nora smirked at this and looked at Y/N, “Oh? Interesting.”

Y/N felt her face get hot and looked away, “I never met him…I was just asking.”

Hazel gave her a gentle smile, “He’s kind of like you but more blunt.”

Meria leaned back in her chair with a smirk, “Maybe you’ll guys meet and fall in love.”

Hazel kicked her shin under the table and looked back at Y/N, “Maybe you'll meet when you're over helping me out.”

“Maybe..”

Tuesday mornings were always difficult for Y/N. It was the day when she went to therapy and talked about her problems. She loved her friends but she just didn’t know how to tell them how she was feeling. She knew they were all ears but she didn’t want to burden them with her problems. So she was paying someone to listen to her and it made her feel less guilty. Problem solve.

She took a sip of her tea and headed into the Hybe building. She had her headphones playing comforting music as she made her way to Hazel’s office. As she made her way through the crowd of people, on the other side Yoongi was walking with Hoseok to the cafe.

“I’m just glad you're finally taking a break.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I was craving something.”

“Like what? Pure caffeine?”

“Actually no, I wanted the chocolate chip cookies.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrow and let out a chuckle, “Yesterday, Y/N wanted the same ones.”

Yoongi stopped in his tracks and looked at Hoseok with wide eyes, “Y/N?”

Hoseok stopped and turned towards him, “Yeah, she was here helping Hazel.”

“You took her to get cookies?”

Hoseok nodded his head, “Yeah, she wanted to get some cookies for Hazel because she was working really hard.”

Yoongi nodded his head and started walking, “That’s nice of her.”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

Y/N entered the office and gave Hazel a small wave, “Good morning.”

Hazel looked up from her papers and smiled, “Hey, can you do me a favor?”

Y/N put her bag down on the floor and looked at Hazel, “Sure?”

“I ordered some muffins in the cafe downstairs. Can you pick them up for me?”

Y/N put her arm back into her jacket sleeve and nodded her head, “Under your name?”

“Yes, thank you. I wanted to get you that chocolate muffin you like so much.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back.”

Y/N went back out and made her way through the busy hallways. She liked it better when there were fewer people, it was easier to navigate. Y/N walked down the stairs as her music played through her white headphones. She made a sharp turn and she hit someone’s chest. She blinked her eyes and slowly looked up to see dark brown eyes already looking at her, “Oh, Y/N, Hey.”

She looked to the side and saw Hoseok giving her a small smile. She slowly turned her head and quickly backed away with a bow, “I’m sorry.”

Yoongi looked Y/N up and down, honestly, he didn’t know what he expected. She was dressed in all black (besides her headphones) but her glasses were light pink. She kept averting her eyes away and he couldn’t help but tilt his head at her. She had this comforting aura and he wanted to learn more about her. She seemed mysterious but at the same time an open book. He could tell right away that she had social anxiety just with the way she was standing but he couldn’t read her eyes. He wanted to read her, he wanted to understand her. She gave him an awkward bow and said sorry again before making her way to the cafe. Yoongi turned his body to watch her and Hoseok couldn’t help but smirk at his friend, “You met Y/N.”

“Ye-Yeah, I met Y/N.” Yoongi let out a small cough and turned around to quickly walk off before Hoseok said anything else. He knew this session was going to be long.

Yoongi continued to stare at his screen and he couldn’t come up with anything. He wouldn’t say it was writer's block, it was more like he was distracted. His mind went back to Y/N. Meeting her last week has really put him in a weird place. He only knew her name and he barely said two words to her. He closed his document and glanced down at his phone, 13:14. He has time to make a visit.

He grabbed his keys and headed out with his mask and all. He parked his car on the side and he went inside Stardust. He walked in but it wasn’t the peaceful sight that he walked into before. Y/N was getting berated by someone and he couldn’t help but glare, “Oi, leave her alone.”

The girl turned around and scoffed, “She shouldn’t be working in an industry if she can’t talk.”

“Well maybe if you clean your ears you can hear her.” Y/N smiled at this and she looked at shoes. Yoongi glanced at her when she did this and he felt his chest get lighter. Yoongi looked back at the girl and crossed his arms over his chest, “Are we done here?”

The girl scoffed at this and walked out but she made sure her shoulder bumped into Yoongis. He rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle when the door closed. Y/N looked up and gave him a small smile, “Sorry about that.”

Yoongi shook his head and walked closer to her, “You shouldn’t be sorry for someone else's actions.”

“Still...”

Yoongi pulled down his mask and gave her a small smile, “I didn’t introduce myself last time...I’m Yoongi.”

Y/N looked into his brown eyes and then at her flowers, “I know...meow meow, right?”

Yoongi let out a small chuckle and nodded his head, “Yeah, meow meow. You already know me?” It’s cute when she calls me that.

Y/N looked back at him and nodded her head, “It’s hard not to notice you. You’re the one that sets the team in motion with your lyrics...especially with your skills at conveying emotions...”

“You...you noticed all of that?”

She nodded her head and looked down at her flowers. Despite the cold air from the AC, Y/N felt her cheeks begin to burn and she had to look away from his dark curious eyes. Throughout her final days at helping Hazel, she kept asking about Yoongi. Ever since Hoseok said she was like Yoongi she couldn’t help but be curious. All the stories that were told to her made her feel like an expert at knowing him but at the same time an amateur, “Well, you and the rest of the guys are kind of...kind of everywhere.” Y/N stammered out and she couldn’t help but play with her fingers, “I hear your music every day and it’s comforting-”

“You think my music is comforting?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

It was Yoongi’s turn to feel the heat from his face and he was thankful he wasn’t standing under the light. He rubbed his neck, “Th-Thanks.”

Y/N let out a cough and turned towards her flowers as she went through some paperwork, “Sorry...I talk too much.”

“I don’t think so.”

Y/N glanced at Yoongi over her shoulder and then back at her paper, “Did you have an order to pick up?”

Yoongi cursed under his breath, he didn’t think he would get this far with talking to her. Yoongi looked up at the ceiling and then back at her, “No, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. I felt bad I didn’t do it on that day and I’ve been thinking about-sorry I’m talking too much.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, “I don’t think so..”

Yoongi stared at her face when he saw her laugh and in this moment he was undeniably happier (he wasn’t going to tell anyone that...)

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“I heard you met Yoongi.”

Y/N eyes widened and she dropped the flowers onto the table. She let out a small cough as she picked them up trying to act like nothing happened, “I told you I went to get pizza after closing the shop early and then I went to Tuna's vet appointment.”

Meria pursed her lips and glanced at Hazel who was avoiding eye contact (she didn’t want to get ratted out), “That’s strange because an office lady that works god-forsaken hours saw Yoongi coming back with a small vase of flowers without any of his members around to annoy the peace.”

Y/N picked up the bouquet and hid her face, “I may have left out some details.”

Nora dropped her scissors, “What happened? The one time we didn’t come and help.”

“It’s not what you think...”

“Well it sounds like it was a good conversation” Meria joked as she walked towards Y/N’s table, “What happened? Pleaseeeeee telllll usss!~”

“This was an angry customer...” Y/N placed the bouquet back on the table and stared at the dark wood, “She was mad that my voice wasn’t loud and started to go off on me. Yoongi came and told the girl off, making her leave. We talked for a little bit before I had to get food and take Tuna to her appointment.”

“Wait...your appointment was at 15:00. You talked for two hours?”

Y/N shook her head at Meria, “I told you to stop going through the logs.”

“I’m nosy. That shouldn’t be a crime.”

Hazel scrunched her face at this, “It’s a crime.”

Nora rolled her eyes at this, “We’re getting off track.”

“There’s nothing more to talk about. Yoongi came in and told that girl off...he bought some flowers. End of story.”

Hazel shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. When he came into my office afterward, that was the most I’ve seen him smiling without his members.”

Meria snorted and looked at Y/N, “You heard that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes (with her face feeling hot) and went through the paperwork, “No, I didn’t.”

Nora looked at Meria and then back at Hazel, “Should we go through the video to find the girl.”

“Nora, you’re not going through my security tape to find the girl. The three of you give me a headache.”

Hazel smiled at this, “You’re welcome.”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from smiling and shook her head, “Thanks.”

Three times a week, Y/N was at Hybe’s office helping Hazel with extra paperwork. Her office may be small but it was cozy with all her plants around. The new paperwork was on the business side and Hazel asked Y/N if she could help (since Y/N had a business degree). Y/N agreed because it got out of the flower shop and Meria asked her to take a break from the shop. She’s taking a break from her job just to be working another job. Sounds about right. She should be taking a break with her cat but she finds going through paperwork relaxing.

Y/N handed Hazel a stack of paper and smiled, “I finished another pile.”

Hazel smiled at this, “At this point, you should just work here.”

Y/N shook her head, “I just like helping you. I’m going to get some tea, do you want anything?”

“I’m good.”

Y/N made her way to the cafe and sat in the back with her tea as she went through her music. She closed her eyes as she waited for her tea to cool down a bit. She let her music take her to her daydreams. Just as Y/N was doing this, Yoongi walked into the cafe with Jin talking his ear off. Y/N passed the tables but he noticed Y/N in the back and he turned away from Jin to glance at her. He turned away quickly because he didn’t want to hear Jin’s teasing. They stood in line and nodded their head at Jin but Yoongi couldn’t help himself to glance at Y/N.

Jin stopped talking when he saw that Yoongi wasn’t paying attention and followed his eyes. It all clicked when he saw Y/N. He heard the story from Jungkook and Hazel about his interaction with Y/N at her flower shop the other week. It was rare to hear Yoongi getting flushed with a compliment. Usually, he would play cool with them but to get flushed, never.

Y/N looked up and saw Yoongi looking at her. She gave him a soft smile and a small wave. Yoongi straightened up his back and gave her a small nod. Jin smiled and at that moment he found himself almost glad that Yoongi liked Y/N. (Not that he would admit but Jin knew all...obviously).

Y/N picked up her tea and made her way to Yoongi. She smiled at him, “Hazel told me you have a performance coming up.”

“Yeah, I’m excited. It’s been a while since we performed.”

Y/N glanced down and then back at Yoongi. She gestured for Yoongi to lean in closer and he blinked his eyes in confusion before he obliged. Y/N tilted her head to whisper in his ear, “I know this is biased but...I think you’ll be the best performer there.” Her hair whipped around her as she turned away from Yoongi and before she could walk away from Yoongi, she glanced at him, “Good luck.”

Yoongi watched her leave the cafe and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Jin rolled his eyes and let out a small cough, “Do you want coffee or not loverboy?”

“Shut up.”

The next day, Yoongi made his way to the cafe to see Y/N with her tea. Yoongi rubbed his hands against his jeans and took a deep breath. Y/N took a bite of her cake and looked up when she heard footsteps. She took off her headphones and smiled at Yoongi, “Hey.”

Yoongi waved and pulled the chair out to sit in front of her, “Weird question...are you good with computers?”

Y/N tilted her head and nodded her head, “It depends. What's up?”

“Just having issues with saving.”

“I can take a look but I can’t promise anything.”

“That’s all I can ask for.”

They walked back to his studio and the two made small talk. She was telling him about her cat and he was telling her how he wanted to adopt a cat. A black cat to be specific. She looked down at his doormat and laughed, “That’s very you.”

Yoongi smiled to himself as he entered the code, “It was mostly towards Jimin and Taehyung.”

“I’m sure they got the message.”

He closed the door and Y/N looked around. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting but seeing real machines that make music left her in awe. She didn’t even know what they were called. She stood awkwardly and Yoongi spun the chair for her to sit. She gave him a small smile and sat in the black chair. She pushed herself near the computer and glanced up at him, “What did you want me to look at?”

“My music file...It was corrupted and I was wondering if you could help me. Hazel said you were good with computers.”

Y/N shook her head at this and placed her hand on his mouse, “I wouldn’t say good...tolerable would be better.”

Yoongi took another chair and sat next to her, “I would say good.”

“You haven’t even seen me work on computers.”

“So, I just know it's going to be good because of you.”

Y/N felt her face turn hot but she shook her head and faced the computer, “I’ll try my best.”

Y/N went through his computer and it wasn’t until she felt his hand on top of her other hand. She wanted to glance down but she knew if she did, she wouldn’t be able to stay in the room with him. After twenty minutes, she figured it out. Yoongi moved his hand and she turned towards him with a smile, “I figured it out.”

Yoongi smiled at her and looked at the screen, “Thanks, I’ve been having trouble with this stupid thing.”

“I’m happy I was able to help you. I have to go, Hazel’s texting me.”

Yoongi stood up and put his hands in his pocket, “Yeah, go ahead. Thanks for helping. I really appreciate it.”

Y/N looked away from his brown eyes because she felt like if she looked at him, she would steam up. She nodded her head and gave him a small wave as she closed the door, she didn’t hear the footsteps.

“What did Yoongi need?”

Y/N jumped slightly and placed her hand over her heart. She turned to see Namjoon with a curious look, “He had trouble saving this corrupt file...I helped him.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at this, “Corrupt file? Yoongi fixed that a while ago.”

Y/N felt her body get hotter and she slowly nodded her head, “Oh? I-I’m glad I could help.”

Hazel had snuck the girls into the after-party of BTS performance in the Hybe building, but the energy in the room was so excitable that no one even noticed them. The soju and beer was flowing and Y/N noticed some younger trainers enjoying the loudness. Y/N took a sip of her water and let out a small laugh when Jimin told her the story about Jungkook the other day at the gym. She leaned her tired head on Nora’s shoulder as she listened to all the stories being thrown at her in the small circle.

Across the room, Yoongi stood with Hazel as he leaned against the wall with a beer. He glanced at Y/N and then at Hazel. Yoongi saw an opportunity and now that he was alone with Hazel he could ask, “So...Y/N.” Yoongi began, taking a sip of his beer to calm his nerves, “Is she dating anyone?”

Hazel let out a small laugh and took a sip of her soju, “Took you long enough.”

Yoongi whipped his head and stared at her with wide eyes, “How did you know? I thought I was being subtle.”

“That was you being subtle? It would be successful if I was blind.” Hazel emphasized, “Namjoon told me about the file thing.”

He felt embarrassment flow through his body, “Shut up...do...do you think I have a shot?”

Hazel raised her eyebrow and took a sip of her soju, “Y/N is the most genuine and kind person you’ll ever meet. She tends to keep things to herself and she tries to talk to us but she stops herself. I don’t even think she realizes she does it.”

“How do you know how she's feeling?”

“You take the time to get to know her. Between you and me...I think you might have a shot.” With that Hazel left Yoongi to join her friends from the other side of the room. Yoongi’s eyes searched through the crowd and he stopped when he saw Y/N laughing at something Meria said. “I think you might have a shot...”

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Spring flew by and before she knew it she was heading to the airport to visit family like she always did for spring. Everyone came to say their goodbyes and she was surprised the whole group had time to see her off. She was talking to Meria but her eyes kept drifting to Yoongi who was talking to Hazel.

Her grip around Meria’s arm tightened and she looked down at her, “Nervous?”

Y/N nodded her head, “I hate going...”

“You love seeing your parents. Think of that and not the flight itself.”

“I-I’ll try my best. I just don’t like flying.”

Meria patted her head, “Just focus on your music or you can talk to one of us. Always here for you.”

Y/N nodded her head and she let go of Meria’s arm. She looked down at her phone and made a sharp turn but she collided with someone and nearly fell to the floor, “I’m so sorry-”

“Why is it that we’re always colliding with each other?”

Y/N looked up and saw Yoongi giving her that smile that she only saw on Run BTS! She let out a small cough, “I can be a little oblivious but I’m usually not this clumsy.”

Yoongi chuckled at her nervous smile and helped her back to her feet, “Why did you make a turn?”

She felt embarrassment go through her body and she looked down at her shoes, “There's this cafe that has a cake that I like.”

“Oh is it that strawberry cake with champagne?”

Y/N looked back up at him and her eyes were wide, “You remember that? I only mentioned it once.”

“I remember what you like, don’t worry.”

Jin looked over his shoulders and rolled his eyes, “Okay, lovebirds, Y/N you have a flight to catch.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and nodded his head towards the cafe, “Let’s get you that cake before you board.” He grabbed her hand and his other hand took her luggage. She glanced down at his hand and felt a surge of happiness through her body. She bit her lip and she softly said his name causing him to glance at her over his shoulder, “I was wondering...do you want to share your number with me so we can talk? If that’s okay.”

They entered the cafe and he ignored the teasing smiles from the group. He looked down at Y/N and gave her his gummy smile, “Yeah, let’s get your cake first.”

She sat on the plane and she glanced at her phone with a smile. She brought up Yoongi’s name and she took a deep breath, I just got on :)

Not even a minute passed and she felt her phone buzzing, Text me when you get there. Get some sleep. I know you worked late last night at the flower shop.

I will. Thanks for caring.

Always for you.

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The trip to her parents was relaxing but it did feel strange not doing anything. During her time with her mom, she was taught how to knit. For someone who has never touched a needle, she was really good at it. She made everyone simple socks but for Yoongi she made him a beanie with a small Y on it. Summer was the time when Meria always had stuff planned for the group and usually Y/N would think twice about going. This year it’s different and Y/N was excited for whatever Meria planned. The summer felt slow but anything could happen with the summer sun blazing.

“A football match?”

Meria nodded her head and handed out jerseys from her bag, “Surprise”

Y/N glanced at Nora who shrugged her shoulders, “I didn’t even know she could afford these tickets.”

“Yah, I have ears.”

“Unfortunately”

Hazel put the jersey on and looked at Meria, “You do realize we have no idea what’s going on, right?”

Meria nodded her head, “My dad surprised me with these tickets and I wanted to go with my best friends.”

“There’s a catch.”

Hazel smacked Nora’s shoulder and looked at Meria, “What’s the catch?”

Meria shook her head, “No catch, I didn’t want to go with my brothers.”

When the group finally reached the stadium, they ended up having to climb more stairs than any of the girls anticipated. But the further they went up, Y/N ignored the ache in her thighs and focused on the excitement that was building up.

Meria was the first to enter the box and when she looked inside she let a small snort out, “This is going to be fun.”

Y/N looked at her with a confused look and walked in. Her eyes landed on the small group and she couldn’t fully recognize them until one of them fully turned, “Y/N?”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat when she heard Yoongi’s voice and she didn’t understand how he managed to get more attractive while she was gone. There was a small nudge on Y/N’s shoulder and she realized it was Nora who was pushing her forward because she was frozen in place.

Y/N waved shyly at Yoongi as she made her way over to him, “I thought I was going to see you tomorrow but this is a nice surprise.”

Yoongi glanced at Hoseok to make sure he wasn’t listening, “It is. I really liked the beanie by the way.”

She looked at him with excitement, “Really? You liked it? I’m glad it got to you. It was my first time knitting and sending something out like that.”

Yoongi opened his bag and pulled out the black-knitted beanie, “I’ve been carrying it around ever since I got it.”

Y/N felt her heartbeat get faster and she swallowed her spit, “Really? It’s not that special...”

“It's the most important part of my outfit. For every outfit.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Oi, Y/N, our seats are over here.”

Y/N turned around and saw Nora giving her that knowing smirk that she hated. She turned back to Yoongi and gave him a small wave, “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, you will.”

The next day, Y/N saw Yoongi. He texted her to come and visit his studio and she couldn’t help contain her excitement. She looked down at the familiar rug and entered the studio. She saw Yoongi on his couch on his phone and she raised her eyebrow, “You're not on your computer?”

Yoongi looked up and locked his phone, putting it on the coffee table, “I was waiting for you.”

She hated the butterflies in her stomach and she tried her best to swallow some confidence. She twirled her fingers together and gave him a smile, “You said you wanted to show me something?”

“I do.” Yoongi made his way to his desk and picked up a bag behind his monitor. He slowly turned around and gave her a sheepish smile, “Don’t make fun of me.”

She glanced down at the bag and then at him as she blinked her eyes. He nodded his head and she gently took the bag. She slowly opened the black fabric and Yoongi could hear his heart through the silent room. She took out the knit with her initials and she glanced at him with a confused look, “Did...Did you make this?”

Yoongi rubbed his neck and nodded his head, “I went to visit my mom last week and I asked her to teach me...It was a quick lesson and I know-”

“I love it.” She put the beanie on and she gave him a wide smile with her eyes closed, “I really love it.”

Yoongi has never seen her do this type of smile and he could make a beat with how loud his heart was going. Y/N opened her eyes and knew the feelings she had for Yoongi couldn’t be pushed down any longer. And that was scary.

Later that evening, Y/N invited Nora over to finish watching Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban. During the scene where Malfoy gets punched, Nora slowly turns towards Y/N on the couch, “You like Yoongi, don’t you?”

Keeping her gaze on the screen, Y/N was quiet for a few moments before, barely above a whisper, she asked, “How did you know?

“You're extra nervous around him and jumpy whenever you see Yoongi.”

“Am I that obvious?” Y/N questioned in a horrified whisper as she looked away from the screen to look at Nora.

Nora shook her head, “If you were more obvious, you would be with Yoongi at this moment.” Y/N glanced at the screen and then at her fingers as Nora continued to study her. Nora placed her hand on her thigh and gave her a comforting smile, “Why are you scared to admit you like him?”

“If I admit I have...feelings for him,” Y/N glanced at Nora, “Then he could be another person that could reject me...I can’t handle that.”

“Trust me, if you saw the way Yoongi looks at you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

In Hazel’s office, she was typing away when the door was open wide. She glanced up from her paperwork and raised her eyebrow at the scene. Yoongi was with Jimin and Taehyung, it was clear Yoongi was embarrassed but she didn’t know why.

She stopped typing and leaned back in her chair, “What the hell is going on?”

“Tell him to ask out Y/N already.”

“She talks about her every day and even re-read their texts. It's annoying.”

Yoongi pushed Jimin’s arm around his shoulder and scoffed, “I don’t do that.”

Taehyung turned towards Hazel and gave her a disbelieving look, “Hazel, he knitted her a hat.”

Hazel raised her eyebrow and let out a small laugh, “And she’s convinced that you don’t like her.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow, “What was that?”

“Nothing, just know, you're stupid.”

This dinner was different, Hazel invited the rest of BTS to it and Y/N was nervous and she hated the feeling of being nervous (well this was a different kind of nervous). Y/N sat at the table with Yoongi sitting next to her as she listened to the chatter around them. Yoongi glanced down at her and pushed some hair away from her face, “Deep in thought?”

Y/N looked at Yoongi and saw his dark brown eyes. Her chest started hurting and she knew she couldn’t hide her feelings for much longer. But right now, she's going to become the greatest actress in the world, “Just thinking about what I want. That’s it.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow and nodded his head, “What don’t you get that steak you like with the salad.”

He remembers... “Yeah, I was going to get that...”

Nora glanced at them and smiled. She leaned towards Hazel with a small smile, “I think it's going to happen soon.”

Hazel smacked Nora’s shoulder, “Don’t be so loud.” Hazel watched the two and how close they were getting, “But yes...I think it’s going to happen soon.”

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“A ball?”

Nora nodded her head in annoyance, “My father wants this grand ball for my birthday. So annoying.”

Meria glanced at Y/N and then back at Nora, “How dare he want to celebrate your birthday.”

Y/N took a bite of her steak and shrugged her shoulders, “It could be fun...you never know.”

Nora played with her meatball and rolled her eyes, “It’s in three days.”

Hazel choked on her pasta, “Three days? Your birthday is literally in two months. Why three days?”

“Complicated...”

Y/N looked at Nora with a shy smile, “Did you invite BTS?”

Nora smirked at her and nodded her head, “Of course I did.” She glanced at Meria and gave her a small smirk, “I bet Jungkook is going to ask you.”

Meria picked up the knife and pointed at her, “I could cut you.”

Hazel flicked Meria’s forehead and looked around the restaurant in embarrassment, “You can act like that in our houses but in public, come on.”

“She started it.”

Nora’s family was known throughout college as the rich ones. Nora thought it was annoying to attend parties or even socializing with people with the same status. They were boring in her mind. The girls have been to her ball before but nothing like this.

Hazel gave her a soft smile, “Was it because they forgot last year?”

Nora took a bite of her meatball, “That’s part of it.”

Meria raised her eyebrow at this, “What’s the other part?”

Y/N gently placed her hand on top of Nora’s, “You can tell us.”

Nora sighed and nodded her head, “They're going on a cruise and I won’t see them until next year. They just told me this yesterday.”

Meria scoffed at this and shook her head, “Assholes.”

Hazel gave her a comforting smile, “We’ll be together.”

Nora shrugged her shoulders, “I honestly don’t care about the party. I asked for all of my favorite foods and that’s all I need. Y/N and Meria will probably have dates, so Hazel is all mine.”

Meria rolled her eyes, “You're annoying, you know that.”

“I do.”

Y/N bit her lip and the thought of having a date and there was one person that she wanted to be her date. Hazel caught this and smirked to herself.

After dinner Hazel saw Yoongi going back to his studio and smiled to herself. She followed him to his office but put her bag in the middle of the door to stop it from closing. Yoongi raised his eyebrow and opened the door with his foot. His hands were already full with his notebooks because he was getting to write a song, “Hazel, what’s up?”

“I’m only doing this because I know Y/N is too terrified to do it herself. Plus, I know you're inevitably going to take her to Nora’s birthday ball.”

“Terrified to do what?”

“Admit she likes you.”

Yoongi dropped his notebooks and looked at her with disbelief, “Y/N likes me?”

“I’m not saying anything else.”

“You barely said anything.”

“I’ve said enough.” Hazel turned around to walk away and she knew Yoongi was following her. She turned around and looked at Yoongi with a know-it-all look, “Y/N likes you. Now do something about it, producer boy.”

Y/N was going to her flower shop after having her late lunch. She unlocked the door and was immediately met with Meria with a suspicious look, “What did you do?”

“First of all, ouch. Second of all, follow the candles to your office.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow and looked down to see the candles that Meria was talking about. She glanced at her with furrowed eyebrows, “Is this a prank?”

“No, I wouldn’t prank...Hazel yelled at me last time. Just follow the damn candles.”

Y/N placed her coat on the coat hanger and did what Meria told her to do. She opened the door and saw Yoongi leaning against her desk with a nervous look. She tilted her head at him, “I’m glad it's not a prank.”

Yoongi let out a small laugh, “I have something to ask you.”

Y/N’s brain went into overdrive but she kept a calm face to him. She couldn't give her hopes up. Yoongi reached behind him and picked up a bouquet of purple lilacs. The calm face that she tried to keep on but it disappeared when the smell of lilacs hit her nose. She slowly walked towards him and her fingertips touched the petals. Yoongi watched her fingers trace the petals, “I-uh..These are for you.”

Y/N grinned brightly and accepted the flowers, “What’d I do to deserve these?”

“If I name all the reasons why you deserve these flowers then we would be here for eternity.” He took a deep breath and grabbed her free hand with his gummy smile, “Would you be my date for Nora’s ball?”

Y/N stared at Yoongi with shock. She couldn’t believe that Yoongi was sitting in front of her in the first place. She placed the bouquet of flowers on her desk behind him and interlaced their fingers together tighter with a soft smile as Yoongi returned the same smile, “I would love to be your date.”

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She didn’t want to admit it but Y/N was weak at the knees every time she pictured Yoongi taking her to the ball. She felt like a girl in school when their crush asked them out (well she never had that but she watched netflix shows). She didn’t show anything to the girls but they could easily tell from the way she laughed much more and how she's more talkative, that something happened.

Nora let her borrow her old dresses and it was the most beautiful dress that she has ever seen. It was a light blue ball gown with asymmetrical neckline with floral embroidery all around the dress. Nora has never worn it but it felt like it was made for Y/N. Hazel was brushing Y/N’s with a soft smile, “You look beautiful.”

Y/N glanced down at the vanity and she felt the heat rise, “Thank you...you do too.”

The girls walked out of Nora’s room and walked down her grand staircase. Sometimes seeing how rich Nora was, shocked Y/N. She watched Meria make her way to Jungkook while Nora and Hazel went towards the drinks and she was alone until she wasn’t. At the bottom of the staircase, Yoongi stared at Y/N with pure shock. He knew she was pretty and she was a cute girl but this...this was different. Her glasses matched her dress and her hair was done perfectly. Even though the staircase had a dim glow, she was the brightest light he had ever seen. He made his way to her and grabbed her hand as she glanced down at their fingers. Yoongi stared at her and let out an awkward laugh, “Hi.”

“Hey.” Y/N felt her cheeks burning so much it felt like they were on fire. She gave him a shy smile and then she looked down at her tulle skirt.

“You look..you look beautiful.”

“You look amazing, Yoongi. I always liked you in a suit.”

Yoongi glanced at the others in the main room and then back at Y/N, “Shall we?”

Y/N nodded her head, “Yeah...”

She intertwined their fingers and made their way into the main room with all their friends. The music began to play and Y/N glanced at Yoongi, “You dance all the time...are you going to show me your moves?”

Yoongi gave her a small smirk and fixed his tie in a playful manner, “I can try, Ms. L/N.”

They swayed around the room with Meria and Jungkook behind them for most of the time. At the moment, Y/N didn’t see them. She saw Yoongi and only him. They continued to dance and he twirled her around once more causing her to laugh at the gesture. This continued for four more songs and Y/N took his hand to head out of the main room. Yoongi didn’t question it because it was time with her. She made her way towards the door and gave Yoongi a small mischievous look, “There’s a good hiding place. I know.”

They went through Nora’s parents' garden and Y/N sat next to the small pond with an abundance of flowers around them. Yoongi sat next to her and she leaned into him, “It’s peaceful here...I used to come out here all the time when I was sleeping over.”

Yoongi intertwined their fingers together and leaned his head against her, “Oh, Why?”

“I was overthinking...I couldn’t sleep because of it.”

“You tend to do that a lot...why were you overthinking?”

Y/N let out a humorless laugh and sighed, “I had a crush on this guy and...he rejected me. He was my first ever crush and he rejected me in a rude way. Not even nice and it made me feel like no one would...no one would accept me.”

“He’s an idiot. He can’t see the bright light that you are.”

She leaned away from Yoongi and sat up straighter giving him her full attention, “Bright light? Is that how you see me?”

“Bright light, the ending to my beginning...so much more.” Yoongi took a deep breath and he decided he was going to get over his fears, “I like you..I like you a lot, Y/N. I-I’ve felt this for a while now. I’ve liked you for so long that I don’t remember exactly when I started liking you. I just knew I liked you so much that music became my second thought. I don’t want to ruin anything-”

Y/N cupped his cheek and gave him a soft smile, “You're not ruining anything.” She whispered before pressing her lips against his. The two broke apart and Yoongi couldn’t help but let his gummy smile show up. Y/N intertwined their fingers together and she stared at his fingers, “I’m not the best at talking about my feelings...I’m trying my best to show how I feel. I like you so much Yoongi and I want to be with you.”

“You do?”

Y/N laughed at his bashful smile and nodded, “I really do...I really do, Yoongi.”

Yoongi leaned down and she placed his lips on hers again with the moon shining against the pond.

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The start of Y/N’s and Yoongi’s relationship was soft and sweet (ignoring the embarrassing moments from Jimin and Hoseok the night after Nora's ball). Every time Y/N saw Yoongi, she felt a good nervous. It wasn’t like before but she was still nervous. Yoongi would show up at her flower shop and surprise her with her favorite lunch or he would come to her apartment to play with Tuna. It was the perfect pace for her and she couldn’t imagine her affection to Yoongi to deepen but it did.

“What is this place?”

Yoongi gave her a chuckle and opened the door, “This is Hybe’s music room. This is where all the instruments are.”

She walked up the piano and played a messy melody as Yoongi watched in awe. She turned around and looked at Yoongi, “I’m so jealous of you. The fact that you know how to play piano. I wish I had learned.”

Yoongi pulled the seat out and patted the dark wood, “Sit next to me.” Y/N did what Yoongi said and watched his skillful fingers play a melody. She watched like how a painter painted his work and Yoongi couldn't help but feel his pride spiked up. He turned towards her and grabbed her fingers, “I’ll show you how to play.”

They played simple notes and Y/N leaned against him, “Has music always been your thing?”

Yoongi nodded and kissed the top of her head, “I’ve always loved music...It started as rap verses I would write at school or even making random songs in my room. I guess music has always been there for me. What about you, has flowers always been your thing?”

Y/N chuckled at this and nodded her head, “I love flowers. Each of them have different meanings and the combination of flowers can mean something...it’s so fun watching people’s minds come up with new combinations. It just shows how much they pay attention to the other person.”

“That’s cute of you.”

Y/N shyly looked down at the ivory keys and a question came to mind, “When you asked me out with the purple lilacs...did-”

“I knew what they meant.”

She stopped playing and turned to her side to face Yoongi, “You knew what they meant?”

“That’s why I picked them out...well I also picked them out because when I first came to your store, I saw purple lilacs under the light.”

“When was this?”

Yoongi pushed some hair off of her forehead, “When Jungkook needed to pick up an order. I came along...I came along because I wanted to meet you.”

“Me-Me?

Yoongi chuckled at her reaction and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Everyone kept talking about you and I never met you. I wanted to know you but it felt like every time I tried I just missed you. Then that day when you ran into me...I met you.”

“You never told me this.”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

She shook her head and cupped his face. She placed a quick kiss on his lips and smiled, “I think it’s sweet.”

“Don’t call me that. I have an image to uphold.”

She chuckled and shook her head, “Well it's a good thing that things can change for the better.”

Yoongi nodded his head and placed a kiss on her cheek, “Changing my plans and being my perfect distraction. What more can I want in this world?”

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It’s amazing how fast seasons pass when you don’t have anxiety building up. One minute it was fall and now it's winter again. Meria was finally going out with Jungkook after a wild proposal from him. Y/N helped Jungkook with the flowers but after that, it was all him. Stardust started to become busier because of the holidays and it felt like she hadn't seen Yoongi in forever. They’ve been together for seven months already and she couldn’t believe it. This was the first time she celebrated New Years with a partner, it was a good feeling.

Y/N was finishing cleaning the shop when the door opened. She smiled because she already knew who it was. She turned around and placed the broom against the wall. She quickly made her way and wrapped her arms around Yoongi as he gave her a tight squeeze. He kissed the side of her head and smiled, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Yoon.” He put her back down and she glanced down at her feet with shyness, “I saw your concept pictures...a suit?”

Yoongi smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. He did it just for her because he knew how much she liked him in a suit, “You like it?”

She slowly looked up and nodded her head, “I do...”

Yoongi wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head, “Just for you baby.”

“Do you want to go to my apartment or do you want me to go to yours?”

Yoongi released and thought about it, “I want to see Tuna.”

“Sometimes I feel like you're only with me for Tuna.”

“Maybe I am, Ms. L/N.”

Y/N smirked at this and kissed the tip of his nose, “Then I’ll tell Hazel.”

“I was joking, don’t do that. She’s scary.”

She finished closing up the shop and the two walked to Yoongi’s car. The drive to her apartment was filled with laughs and soft touches. When they entered her apartment, Yoongi closed the door and pushed her against the door as she laughed, “What you doing, Mr. Min?”

“Showing my beautiful girlfriend how much I love her. Is that okay?”

Y/N leaned in to place a passionate kiss against his lips. When she leaned away, she nodded her head, “Of course it’s okay.”

He picked her up and she let out a loud laugh as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Yoongi closed the door (making sure Tuna was outside) and gently tossed Y/N onto her soft blankets. He took off his shirt and slowly made his way to her. He towered over her and kissed her lips as if he was going to die if he didn’t. When moved away he kissed her cheek, “I need you here...always. I love you.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, this was the first time they said it. Yoongi looked at her shocked face and kissed her lips again, “You don’t have to say it back-”

“I love you so much Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi froze in his spot and glanced into her eyes, “Yeah?”

She nodded her head and cupped his face, “You made me realize I was missing something...I love you Yoongi.” She took his hand and placed it on her chest and he felt her heartbeat, “My heart beats like this for you...and only you.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, “Do you want to?”

She knew what he was asking and kissed his neck (the sensitive spot), “Yeah...”

He pushed her hair away from her face and smiled, “Whatever you want, baby.”

The next morning, Y/N woke up early to feed Tuna and to make breakfast. Yoongi walked out shirtless and he saw her cooking in his shirt. He couldn’t stop his heart from beating fast. He quietly made his way towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Can you shut off the stove?

“Why?”

He ran his fingers down and she felt his cold fingertips against her stomach. She bit her lip from moaning and he kissed the side of her neck, “I wanted to take a shower with you.”

“I can have a shower...and then eat.”

The breakfast that she was making was never finished and it stayed there until the afternoon. She blamed Yoongi for her wasting food.

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Spring is when things are borned and Y/N experienced just that. Her Shop became plural. Stardust and Ethereal, the two light pink shops caught the eyes of anyone walking on the street. Spring time was a special time, especially the mornings. Mornings brought inner peace and it was the quiet that used to comfort her but now if she didn’t hear Yoongi’s deep voice saying good morning then the morning was ruined.

She styled her hair and put her glasses on to get on with her day. She walked outside and said her good mornings to Tuna and the newest addition Toothless (a black cat that Yoongi begged for). She walked into the living room and plopped herself right next to Yoongi who leaned down to give her a kiss on the check, “Are you ready to go to work?”

Y/N shook her head, “Ten more minutes. Meria can survive.”

“Can she? She’s already texting me.”

Y/N chuckled at this and stood up from the couch, “Fine, I guess I’ll go to work.”

Yoongi took his keys out of his pocket and smiled at her, “I told you no more bus. You got me.”

She let out a puff of air and nodded her head, “Fine, let’s go stubborn.”

Yoongi held her hand as they walked down her apartment stairwell while her headphones were softly in her bag. He listened to every word of her story and how busy it was today because it was the first day of spring. The countless orders from idols was nothing new but the sheer amount at both stores was new. Yoongi opened her car door and she gave him a kiss on his cheek. It was like any other day.

He placed his hand on top of her thigh as he drove through the semi busy city, “Namjoon texted me to get my ass in the studio before he locks me up in there.”

Y/N let out a laugh and stared through the window, “It was our date night. He knows the drill.”

“He said, " Who would’ve thought I’m telling you to work on music.”

She turned her head and gave him an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry...am I taking you away too much?”

“No, you should just keep me in your room forever.”

“Is that where you want to be?”

“Honestly, anywhere with you, I’ll be perfectly fine with.”

Y/N opened her door to Ethereal and smiled, “Good morning, Meria.”

Meria turned around and glared at her, “You're late.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and placed her coat on the hook, “I wasn’t late and you know that.”

Nora pointed her finger at Meria, “She just came a minute ago. She was too busy with Jungkook in her-”

“Shut the fuck up Nora.”

Hazel sighed and walked up to the shorter girl and gave her small hug, “How was the ride with Yoongi?”

“Perfect.” Y/N clapped her hands together, “Okay, we have a busy day. We have multiple orders from SM and JYP. Let’s start with the biggest orders because that’s going to take us the longest.”

Nora nodded her head, “Yes boss. I bought buns, it’s in your office.”

“Thank you Nora.”

Y/N put her apron on and let the soft jazz play as she ignored the bickering between Nora and Meria, “These bouquets go to Seventeen at Hybe, Hazel can you take Nora for that?”

“Yeah-”

“I want to go to Hybe.”

Y/N looked at Meria and shook her head, “You just want to see Jungkook. No.”

Meria pouted and sat back down at her station, “Fine.”

She rolled her eyes and felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She took her phone out and she smiled when she saw Yoongi in the studio working. She never thought that his smile would bring her comfort nor would she ever experience his rare friendship. For the ending of her first beginning, Yoongi was everything she needed and more. She never knew she needed him and vice versa.

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

She shook her head, “What was that, Meria?”

“Yoongi is here with your tea.” Y/N smiled at this and walked towards him placing a kiss on his lips, her accidental happily ever after and she was his perfect distraction.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.2 K Warnings: PG-13 smut, basically it get's steamy Prompt: Whatever could possibly happen when the three of you find yourselves in the prefect's bathroom? Alone and unsupervised? Surely it would be nothing scandalous. This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Not Proofread

Chapter 63: Something About You

When Sirius burst out of the water you were still standing there with your wand held in between your teeth, although it was harder to keep it in place since you couldn’t stop your laughter.

“You traitor!” He said as he stood up and threw an accusing finger at you.

“But I did nothing,” you said with a small shrug after taking the wand out of your mouth.

“Did you even need your wand?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile and waved it towards the faucet, a jet of blue water jumped from one of the taps and straight towards his face (it was the cold water stream rather than the hot, you made sure).

There was a mix of amusement and irritation on his face as you did. “How dare you? you little Vixen!” he said as he jumped your way, but you sank into the water and swam behind Remus in an instant. By the time you resurfaced, the crown of your head was filled with bubbles and Sirius was looking for you by moving his hands over the foam on the other side. Your hair was still a little stiff from the mud, but the warm water was dissolving it rather fast.

“What? Is it only fun when it’s you the one throwing people into the water?”

“Naturally,” Sirius retorted.

Remus let out an amused scoff, and you leaned on his shoulder as you looked at Sirius with a pout he wouldn’t call anything but adorable.

“But it wasn’t even me the one that pulled you in,” you added with a small smile.

“But you compelled Moony to do so,” He said as he leaned his head back on the side of the massive tub.

“Compelled?” you said, savouring each syllable of the word. “Perhaps I did…”

“See, it’s like premeditated murdеr, but you premeditated throwing me into the water.”

“Would that make Remus my accomplice?”

“When hasn’t Remus been your accomplice?!”

“Touché.”

Sirius gave you a knowing smirk and then swam towards one of the windows and pressed his hair under the water taps, letting the water rinse the mud that was still all over his hair as he gently brushed strands with his fingers.

You smiled as you looked at him and decided to do the same, swimming closer to him and leaning your head under the one with red water, which was just the right temperature for melting the mud without scorching you. Remus veered closer to the two of you, but since he didn’t have nearly as much mud on himself, he just leaned his head back and washed it on the water.

“Is it gone?” Sirius asked Remus as he turned around.

“Ugh, almost…” Remus said as he leaned a little closer. He was a bit hesitant when he approached Sirius. They had always been close, even physically close, but not necessarily intimate. And it’s not that touching Sirius’ head would be overly intimate, but it was something you did all the time, and back when they were younger, Sirius was very picky about whom he allowed to touch his hair, especially since some girls insisted on playing with it while complaining about his being so much silkier than their own. “There’s still some in the middle you can’t see.”

“Help me?” Sirius asked as if it were the most natural thing ever. It made Remus feel much more at ease.

“You don’t mind?” Remus asked as he approached him, his touch was slow, and he was insanely careful as he combed his fingers through the other boy’s hair. The water was soapy, and it made his hands glide even easier than he pictured it would be. Sirius’ hair had always looked stupidly soft, but it felt softer, nicer even, than his imagination.

“Why would I?” Sirius asked as he allowed his head to lean back, he side-eyed you, raising an eyebrow and shooting a short wink as you continued to rub the mud of your hair. He was obviously boasting about Remus playing with his hair instead of yours. You didn’t mind it at all, seeing them be so domestic around the other was heartwarming and other things…

Remus shrugged, “Cause I’m a man.”

“And? Tu es mon amoureux.”

Remus tried not to roll his eyes at the choice of words. He knew amoureux was lover now. “Yeah but, you just discovered you’re into men…”

Sirius smirked. “I rather think I’m into werewolves and faeries,” he said as he turned to look at Remus teasingly.

Remus pulled one of the strands of hair from his head to get him back into facing forward, firstly because he was a tease and he deserved it. Secondly, because he didn’t want Sirius to see the blush creeping up his neck. You saw it though.

“Oi! You’re savage!”

“Happens to you for being in love with werewolves and faeries,” you said with a smirk.

“What I’m trying to say is–” Remus said as he methodically brushed his fingers on Sirius scalp, keeping his hands busy grounded him. “It’s sometimes harder for men when they’re just discovering they’re into other men to accept small touches and things.”

Sirius frowned, turning around to look at Remus. You understood exactly what Remus meant. Discovering queerness wasn’t exactly easy for some people. And it was often weird to allow someone of the same gender to do things you’d only ever learned where possible for a different one. But for Sirius, there didn’t seem to be a difference.

“You think I wouldn’t allow you to touch me the way Vixen would just because of what’s in between your legs, is that it?”

Remus swallowed and nodded, Sirius being so close still spiked his nerves, even if they’d kissed already.

“Well men–”

“But you aren’t just any man. You’re Moony,” he retorted. “Our Moony. I don’t care if you touch my hair, or if you hold my hand, or…” he hesitated, looking down towards Remus’ lips before biting his own, “Or if you kiss my lips.”

Remus seemed at a loss for words. In fact, you would have ventured to say he had stopped breathing altogether. He had. It had never been so easy to be with a man before, so natural. The way Sirius saw things made him feel so at ease it was borderline ridiculous, especially compared to how much harder it had been for him to understand and make peace with his own sexualiuty.

You’d stopped brushing your hair altogether, the conversation ahead being much more relevant than whatever mud was still clinging to your strands. If there was someone else, perhaps you would have made a bet, to see who leaned into the other person first. You would have lost it.

It was Moony the one that closed the gap. Placing his hands on the nape of Sirius’ neck and bringing his lips towards his mouth. There was something irrefutably tender about that kiss, that you were smiling like a fool as you looked at them both.

“Say that again,” Moony breathed into Sirius’ lip.

“What?” Sirius teased shortly after.

“OUR MOONY,” You said with a smile, eyes shinning at the scene ahead of you.

“Ah, that?” Sirius teased again. “You like that?”

“Sirius,” Remus said. There was something incredibly thrilling about the way Remus said his name, he was amazed he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Our Moony,” he repeated and pressed a loud kiss to his cheek. “Our” –kiss– “Beautiful” –kiss– “Moony.”

You leaned towards them both in an instant, standing just behind Remus and leaning into him like you had done earlier, this time placing your hands on each of his shoulders. “You’re hogging him,” you said with a playful pout. “It’s OUR Moony,” you said as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. “Not just your Moony.”

Remus thought he would explode. Having both so close to him already had that effect; but having you all over him, (like when you were drunk and high on a potion at the Halloween party) but this time with nothing other than adrenaline running through your bIood, was absolutly mind-numbing. Madenning in a way he couldn’t quite describe. Most people run from madness, but he was ready to be drowned by it. If only to have you close a little longer –or forever.

“I think we’ve kissed him dumb,” you teased.

“Étoile, we can do much better than this,” he tutted.

Your smile grew wider at his words. It didn’t matter if it was a challenge or an invitation, you were more than ready to comply.

“I think he’s tense, though,” you said with a smile and moved your hands closer to his shoulders, gently rubbing your thumbs in circles near his spine, “Is that all right, Rem?”

He gave you a simple “Are you kidding” sort of look and you pressed your fingers with a little more purpose, his eyes fluttered closed as his head leaned back into you. You smiled, but of course, Sirius wasn’t going to have any of it.

“Na-ah,” he said as he shook his head and pulled Moony’s back up, “You have to look at us, where’s the fun in closing your eyes?” he said as he leaned in to kiss Moony again, even if both of their eyes fluttered shut the minute their lips crashed.

You smiled, leaning even closer to Rem as you pressed a kiss to his neck. The poor boy had carried such a heavy weight on his shoulders for so many months, you were surprised his back hadn’t hunched even in the slightest. He was as pretty as he’d been the day you met him. Or perhaps not, back then you had only seen his physical beauty, but know that you knew him? That you knew almost everything about him? Every little secret those scars hid, and every little secret those lips had swallowed, he was beyond just pretty, he was gorgeous.

You wondered how it was possible that you’d taken so long to realise just how in love you were with him, how it was possible that you had been so blinded by Sirius that you had completely forgone your own feelings and made both of them miserable in return.

But that didn’t matter, it had been 3 terrible days, torturous days, but you had the rest of your life to make it up to them. And you would, you would every single time you kissed them and every single time you touched them because they deserved the entire world. Or perhaps the world wasn’t enough, they deserved the entire universe. Every single galaxy, black hole and star, every cluster of stars, and every single constellation.

You had often thought books that mentioned things like that as overly sappy or chliché. But you understood that cheesiness now, that feeling of wanting the other person to be the happiest, to smile the brightest and to laugh the merriest, you understood; whenever you were with them.

Remus was giving in, allowing you and Sirius to do as you pleased with him, to indulge him however it was you wanted, but he wasn’t losing control, not entirely. He wouldn’t want to, not when he could kiss Sirius back, in the same way he’d dreamed of so often. He’d thought his imagination was wonderful, but it was nothing compared to this. To your lips on his neck and Sirius devouring his own.

And Sirius?

Sirius, who thought he was asking too much of the world. Sirius, who thought he was selfish for falling in love with his two best friends, even if he couldn’t help himself, even when you were the most wonderful people he had ever met. Sirius who thought he’d fucked up, who thought he’d ruined things for eveyone, who thought he deserved hell for daring to break your heart… He was now kissing Remus, and you were watching and you were loving it, if the lustful expression on your face was anything to go by.

He’d moved one of his hands to the back of your neck, and he was gently playing with the hair at the nape of it. He knew you loved it when he put his hands anywhere near it, and he wanted you to feel just as loved as you were making Remus feel, and as he felt at that moment.

Suddenly, a need urge came over Sirius. He wanted to feel more, he needed to feel more. More of the water, more of Remus, more of you. He pulled apart only for a second, he was panting and he was flushed, but he was determined. “Do you mind it if we…” he trailed off, not daring to say the words but making clear what he wanted by placing his hand on the hem of Remus’s jumper.

You had both seen Remus shirtless, but you had never seen him from such proximity, and while he wanted to feel you, skin to skin, he was also terrified of his body and your reaction to it. How his scars would feel different to Sirius milk like sin, or to the supple feminity of yours. He was mortified at the idea of either of you getting close enough to touching him and being repulsed by what you felt. It was so easy to let those thoughts consume him, but it was easier for your voice to pull him out of that hole.

“You are beautiful, Remus,” you said softly and pressed a kiss. “Stunning in your own way, we like every bit of you, we want to feel every bit of you. If you’ll let us…”

You weren’t using charm speak, but you might as well have been. The same, floating-like sensation came over him. The same desperate want to indulge you, to make you happy, to give you anything you wanted. But this time around he wanted it to. Merlin, how much did he crave for it!

“Please do,” he said with a short nod towards Sirius. The smile he got in return was devilishly handsome, and he was pulled back into a kiss as both of you searched for his jumper. The last time either one of you had taken his clothes off had been when he was about to turn into Moony. When he was consumed by pain and sorrow, and terrified he might do something to hurt either one of you (like he was every moon). When he was so worried Moony would come out sooner than expected and destroy the things he loved the most. He hadn’t ever had time to relish in the feeling.

On the feeling of your hands searching for the bottom hem of his jumper from behind, while Sirius did the same in the front. The rush of adrenaline that flowed through his veins, his heart beating so loud that he felt it was about to blow up. The way your delicate fingers brushed all over his back, how you were gentle and kind as your hands moved over his back ribs –since you knew they were always sore after the full moon and it hadn’t been that long since.

How Sirius’ hands were much more rushed than yours, and how he seemed a lot more desperate as he kissed him and tried to get the damn jumper past his arms. How you laughed and the echo of your voice crashed against the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. How much he loved that you were laughing as he kissed Sirius. How delightful it was that no matter how worried you might have been initially, no matter how much you’d had to go through, you were finally together.

Yeah, you had undressed Remus before, but it hadn’t been nearly as exhilarating as it was now. As soon as the two of you managed to cross the jumper over his head, it was discarded somewhere near the edge of the pool, and Sirius went straight for his box plate, desperate of him, desperate for him.

It was too hard for you to help him with those since you were behind, but the minute he managed to get the first two buttons you were already clawing at the shirt to slide as much of it off him as possible. It wasn’t much since Sirius was struggling with the buttons in the front, but it was enough for you to be able to move your mouth from his neck to just above his collarbone. When Sirius finally managed to get the button off, you were already pulling both of his arms out of it, but the last button was still there, and the shirt got caught in his way.

“Somebody’s eager,” Sirius teased while looking at you. “Is it Moony’s broad shoulders you’re so desperate about, Étoile?”

“Look who’s talking,” you retorted after an amused scoff.

He gave you a short wink in return, and when he finally managed to remove the button he went straight into kissing Remus. You went back to kissing his shoulders and gently pulled on the shirt that was stuck in between the two before letting it be discarded somewhere on the floor of the steamy pool.

Now it was Sirius’ turn to remove some of his clothes. He had at least been able to take both his robes and his sweater before Remus pulled him into the pool, so he focused on his buttons instead. When Remus noticed his hands were on his in an instant, unbuttoning Sirius’ shirt with much more precision –he’d had more practice. But he was gentle as he did, gently brushing his fingers over Sirius’ torso when new bits of skin appeared. He even pulled back from the kiss to look, curious as to how his hands looked next to Sirius’ soft flesh, he was almost paralysed by the sight.

You smiled when you noticed, gently tracing a path from his bicep to his hand, you allowed your thumb to glide over his knuckles and leaned your head on his shoulders as you stared ahead. Then you moved again, you felt how your cheeks brushed against his sharp jawline until you reached his ear. Sirius was looking at the two of you with pupils almost as black as his last name.

“He looks stunning, doesn’t he?” you whispered as you helped him move his hands again, gently guiding them onto the next button. “Those flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips…”

Sirius swallowed at your words, his heart hammering in his ears. He’d always known he was handsome, he’d been told about it plenty of times and he usually boasted about his beauty, but it wasn’t the same thing to be told he was beautiful by adults in his ridiculous family and girls who’d lose their witts just thinking about the Black heir (at least before he was disowned), than it was to be told he was beautiful by the two most incredible people on the planet.

Being perceived as beautiful had never been as exhilarating as it was when it was your eyes that were perceiving him as such. When it was yours and Remus’ equally lustful gazes focused on him.

“You did that,” you added, just knowing that would do something to Remus. To the always controlled Remus, to the Remus who couldn’t allow himself to lose control because he thought it was too dangerous, because he was always terrified Moony would take over –even if it wasn’t full Moon. You felt him shiver, and you continued to help him with the buttons, not leaving your hands from his. “It was your lips that left him like that, Moons. Your kisses and your touches.” His breath hitched in his throat, and you pressed the softest kiss to his cheek.

By then you’d already unbuttoned Sirius’ shirt completely, and you moved your hand towards his cheek, he leaned into your touch almost instantly, instinctively even. He often did that, whenever you were close to him he would lean into you, you wondered how it was possible that you hadn’t realized that he’d done the same to Remus; to a lesser extent at least.

And then you leaned even closer and whispered something Sirius wasn’t quite able to hear, but he saw the way Remus’ eyes shone at your words, and he smiled in his own cocky manner as Remus leaned onto him again, this time with much more determination. It was Remus the one to pull the shirt off of Sirius as he kissed him with much more desperation now, losing himself in the kiss, but taking control at the same time. His chest was against Sirius’ and he could feel the soapy water in between the two of them, a film so delicate that it broke whenever skin rubbed against skin, whenever his scars crashed against Sirius’ soft and smooth flesh and whenever his hands ran through his toned arms. Never in his wildest dreams had it felt that incredible.

Sirius moaned into the kiss when he felt something hard against his tight, he’d never felt someone else’s boner against him, but he wasn’t scared, he was thrilled and curious and he wanted to know more about Moony, he wanted to know everything about Moony. How he sounded when he moaned his name, when he moaned yours; how he sounded when he touched himself. He wondered if his sounds would be as thrilling as yours, as maddening as your little whimpers and mewls.

Sirius grunted when he felt Remus tight press a little harder against himself but tried to draw it out with the kiss. Your gentle hands moving all over the front of his torso as they were sandwiched between him and Sirius not doing much to calm him either, not when they were so close to his lower abdomen and not when they seemed to do nothing but continue going down as you pressed kisses all over his starved skin.

Not even when he was sleeping with Alice did he ever allow her to touch his scars, to kiss his neck or to rub her hands through his skin like you were doing now. He’d snapped at both boys and girls for even trying to take his jumper off in fear of any of them discovering his secret, or much worse, having them be disgusted by what lay underneath.

And then there was you.

Both of you had seen him shirtless, if anything those longer glances –he realized now– were there because of curiosity and attraction, both of you had touched him countless times, he’d felt your hands in his, and Sirius’ light pats on his back, and you had both called him beautiful. Even under veristaserum, which might have been one of the stupidest things he’d made you do but, it had been ridiculously reassuring back then.

Sirius leaned even closer when he heard that grunt and placed his palm on his chest, and Moony’s mouth almost acted on its own. His teeth gently closed around Sirius’ soft bottom lip. Sirius moaned and gasped at the same time. Pulling apart for a second and throwing you a look. “Did you coerce him into biting me, Starshine?”

“I might have suggested you like it when someone takes control,” you retorted with an innocent shrug, gaze still focused on Remus’ neck. Then you turned to him, slightly more worried. “Was it too much?” you asked, almost unsure of yourself. What if it was different because you were a girl and Moony was a boy?

Sirius’ lip was slightly more swollen than before, but Remus hadn’t bitten hard enough to pierce through flesh. “No,” he said quickly. “Not at all…” And then in a much quieter tone, he added “I did like it.”

Remus chuckled, he’d never expected Sirius to get all shy when kissing someone, and yet here he was, positively blushing at a small bite he’d given him.

“You’re adorable,” Remus said as he leaned a little closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“He is,” you agreed. “You’re too,” you added, remembering how shy he sometimes got.

“And you,” Sirius said as he leaned over and pressed a short kiss to your lips. But you leaned into his kiss too fast and suddenly he had one arm on Remus’ shoulder and the other on yours, spinning you in front of him and in between the the two of them. You had your back against his chest, and you were looking at Remus with your throat dry. Perhaps it was your turn to feel the warmth spreading in your cheeks now.

“We’ve neglected our Little Witch too long. Don’t you think so too, Moony?” Sirius said in a rather coky voice. It hadn’t felt like that at all, but it was true that it hadn’t been until a few seconds ago that you’d gotten a kiss from either of them. Sirius pressed his lips to your neck and pushed his hips into your back while Remus tried to pull them away before you noticed, even when he knew Sirius had.

“She doesn’t mind that at all, Moony,” Sirius said, pressing himself against you a little more when he noticed Moony’s reaction. He also wondered if Moony would mind it if he pressed himself agaisnt him like he was doing with you.

You smiled and placed both hands around Remus’ neck before pulling him into a kiss. You were the only one with clothes still, and while it did feel like too many, you had been too busy kissing Remus and watching him get kissed by Sirius to care too much about removing them yourself.

When he kissed you he was much softer than when he’d kissed Sirius, and while you thought it was unbearably sweet that he would consider you like that, you didn’t want to miss any of the fun either. You didn’t love when men slowed down for you in quidditch, and you didn’t want Remus to do it when he kissed you either. So this time around it was you the one that kissed him with desperation, with a need and want that was so deep-rooted within you it was almost ridiculous that you hadn’t noticed before someone had to straight up tell you about it.

And then it was you who bit him, a little harder than you’d bitten Sirius in the past and you felt Moony moan. He’d been trying so hard not to make it obvious how turned on he was with the two of you ravishing him the way you were, but there was only so much someone could conceal. It’d been too long, and perhaps, he didn’t want to conceal it anymore.

Sirius had been kissing your neck as Remus kissed you, but he had to stop when the other boy moved his hand to the back of his neck and leaned closer to you, holding you flush against Sirius’ and his torso. “You’re so bIoody stunning,” he said in between a kiss. “Both of you, I don’t understand how I got so lucky–”

“How did we get so lucky,” intervened Sirius as he placed his hand around Remus’ head and pulled him onto his mouth.

“So lucky,” you echoed before leaning your head back into his neck. This time around, while being in between the two of them you had much better access, and you were exploring all over his neck, trying to figure out if there was a spot he liked more than the others, a spot that made him whimper and moan like the one Sirius had right next to his Adam’s apple. You wanted to know if you could find the one place that would wind him up, and turn him into a music box filled with lewd sounds desperate to escape as you popped the lid open, as his lips parted for either your tongue or Sirius’ to slide in.

Your hands were now on his shoulders, they were bigger than Sirius’, but you thought they were just as delightfully firm as you tightened your grip around them. You could feel his scars under the pad of your fingers and you thought it was the most interesting and exquisite of feelings, not because you cared about the way scars felt, but because it was his body you were touching and because you knew you could.

Because you knew your touch was making him feel things beyond comprehension and because you knew comprehension had fallen into oblivion now that you could kiss each other, and that they could kiss each other, and how enraptured it made each and every one of you.

Your hands were slow in their descent, almost tentative, caressing the curves of his abdomen as they found their way down. “May I touch you?” you asked. Your warm breath against his neck still unnerving.

“You are touching me,” he replied as he pulled away from Sirius’ lips and looked for yours. “You haven’t stopped since you got in the damn water,” he said, no matter how he worded it, it didn’t sound like a complaint. Especially not when his lips chased yours so inexorably.

“Not what she means,” Sirius responded for you since your mouth was occupied in Moony’s. “Our little Vixen here wants more.”

Remus pulled apart from the kiss, you were both panting, but he was looking at you with a stern sort of gaze. You let your hands slide down just a little bit more, to make the hint a little clearer, but Remus had already gotten the idea.

“You don’t have to, just because we’re making out it doesn’t mean–”

“I know,” you said softly. “Of course I know,” you added as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

It is true, it had taken you a lot more to get nearly that far with Sirius, but you could tell how desperate both boys were for you, and for each other. All those pent-up feelings, not only from them but also from you needed an outlet, and you had a pretty good idea how to release all that accumulated tension. But more than anything, you were just as desperate to know more about Moony as Sirius was. You wanted to hear him moan like you’d heard Sirius moan at the fae pool, you craved to close the one gap still keeping you far from him, the one thing that was different between him and Sirius in regards to closeness.

You needed Remus to feel as close to you as Sirius was because you’d never want him to feel left out again, you’d never want him to feel like a third wheel or like he was getting in the way –that was one of the worst feelings, and you had only experienced it for a few days– not now and not ever. He had to feel welcomed in the relationship because it was already hard enough to deal with all those feelings between two people, three would unequivocally become a labyrinth –It was definitely a good thing you liked puzzles.

“I want to,” you said, clear enough to reassure his nervousness.

He then leaned down to kiss you. He not only felt like the luckiest man alive, he was positive he was. Only the luckiest man alive would have the most gorgeous girl be so eager to touch him, only the luckiest man alive would have not one, but two lovers desperate to kiss and touch and feel every single thing about him. It was maddening, but he was ready to be consumed by it, and by the fire that burned so hot in his chest that felt like he was going to turn into ash.

But if ashes were what would be left of him after kissing the two of you, then he would gladly take the punishment. He would turn to dust just for the sake of being with you like this again, of having the two of you so close, that you felt like one rather than three. Like a perfectly oiled mechanism, acting in tandem with one another, burning together. Whether it was to be born again or to disappear forever, it wouldn’t matter as long as you were together. That’s how intense the feeling was, and how ready he was to yield to it.

Your hand didn’t take too long before it was feeling him through his trousers. You were gentle as you touched him, like you had always been whenever you touched him, and he couldn’t help but grunt at the first brush of your fingers. At your small hands searching so wilfully for him.

“Is that all right?” you asked, almost unsure.

Remus had his eyes closed shut, eyebrows knit and he was holding onto Sirius’ bicep in a grip almost strong enough to be uncomfortable, but Sirius was absolutly in awe by Moony’s grip and by his lost gaze. He could tell he was trying inexorably hard not to straight-up grind into you. Merlin knew how equally hard it had been for Sirius to not lose control over how good you felt back at the fae pool, and even right then, with the way your hips kept crashing onto him as you tentatively touched Moony.

“If his flushed face is anything to go by, Étoile, Remus is more than ok,” Sirius said with a teasing smile. Remus half wanted to shove him for being such a tease, but the other half just wanted him even closer and that part won.

“You talk too much,” he said as he leaned back into Sirius to kiss him rather roughly, it wasn’t quite a shove, but it was enough. His eyes were completely golden by now, and it wasn’t anger flowing through his veins.

You were lightly crushed by the sudden movement and you tightened your grip on him, earning yet another one of those spiffing moans of his. Sirius laughed, but Moony did that thing again that made Sirius crazy –small bites– and he quickly turned into a moaning mess.

You continued to rub one of your hands on Remus’ crotch while the other one was already trying to unbutton his trousers, which was much harder with one hand, and with no fucking visibility, So while the two of them continued kissing, you slowly started to slide below the water, since then, you’d be at least, able to see what you were doing. Stupid trouser buttons, you thought.

Thankfully the soapy water was charmed, so when you opened your eyes underneath it, it didn’t hurt at all. With a better view of the situation, you figured out why it was so damn hard to find the button. There was no button. Well technically there was one, but there was a small metal latch first and then there was a hidden button. You smiled as you managed to get the damn thing off and you were about to pull the zipper down when the two boys pulled apart from each other like they had been shot with depulso.

You were about to go back up to ask if everything was okay when you felt Remus’ hand gently sit on your shoulder, pushing you down just slightly. You looked up at him and through the bubbles, you managed to see his mortified expression urging you not to move.

It had been a fleeting glance, but you got the hint in an instant. Whatever the hell was happening out there, It was better if you stayed hidden by the bubbles, perhaps someone had gotten in.

And someone had indeed gotten in.

Severus had been running from the toads for hours, he hadn’t been told by anyone that they were gathering in the Great Hall because he had gone to the library after the Grand Staircase and got caught in a book. Literally, caught in a book. When he read the first line, out loud because he wanted to piss the librarian off for telling him to go to bed, and he really could be obnoxius if he wanted to.

Unfortunatelly his little rouse slapped in him the back when the book’s charms got activated by his words and he ended up inside the goddamn story for the rest of the night and early morning.

It was almost like reliving a memory through a pensive, but he didn’t want to relive the stupid memory of the goddamn curse breaker. In fact, the only reason he had picked the book was becasue Barty had recommended it. The fucking asshole probably knew what was going to happen and did it on purpose. Barty often did things like that but he was one of the few people in his house that didn’t hate his guts for being so damn good in potions and charms and he had tried, almost remarkably hard, not to alienate him.

Not to mention that his father was a politician and he was always hanging around Evan and Regulus, both kids of very important wizarding houses. Severus wasn’t an idiot, he knew being a half-bIood was a pain in the ass in the Wizarding world and he knew he had to work remarkably hard to earn his place. If only his mother hadn’t fallen in love with a muggle, he wouldn’t have to work so much to befriend people he wouldn’t actually care much for, and perhaps would still be friends with Lily, or so he thought.

Of course, it was easier, for him and for the entire world, to blame someone else for his problems. Be it the situation, or someone else’s decisions, Severus wasn’t ready to hold himself accountable for what he’d done and said to Lily. It was easier to pretend he was forced to be a certain way to be able to fit in with the Slytherin clique, and he slept better at night when he told himself it was all worth it because in the future he would have earned a good job through his connections and extensive networking with important people. And maybe then he could rescue Lily, and apologize and tell her he had to do such things.

But Severus never did those things because he had to, in fact, Severus rarely did anything because he had to do it, he did them because he wanted to. And while Lily’s hurt countenance had been a hard blow to whatever construction of his personality he kept up, he never actually regretted what he said, only that he’d hurt her for saying it.

Either way, the memory of the course breaker had been an absolute nightmare for him. He even kept calling him an idiot every couple of minutes just because of how exasperated he was.

“How do I leave?”

“You must finish the chapter,” the course breaker had responded.

“I don’t want to, let me out.”

But the course breaker had only gone on with his story.

“Idiot,” he said, of course, there was no reaction whatsoever from the course breaker, he was too much occupied telling his story.

When they finally finished with their stupid tale and Severus was let out of the book he ran towards the door. It seemed to be locked, and he couldn’t fucking exit the room, but of course, he was worried for his class because his attendance was impeccable and he wasn’t going to allow a damn book to ruin that for him. So he pushed with all his might and then he used an unlocking spell.

It took him a few minutes, but when he finally managed to open the doors he was greeted with a disgusting layer of slime, and then a fucking sea of toads. By the time he managed to escape the bIoody slime trap, the door had shut itself again and he couldn’t open it, no matter how much he tried. His hands were too slippery and he could barely even get a proper hold of his wand.

Eventually, he gave up trying to get in again and decided to face the toads instead. By now he assumed not many people were in classes since most classrooms were also infested with toads so he decided he had to get a fucking shower, or bath, or something to get out of the stupid slime.

He’d gotten a howler about the portrait incident, and Slughorn had threatened to take away his Prefect role if he didn’t apologize to the portraits –who had spread the word all over the castle– and he kept getting dirty looks from every single picture he passed. He had no intention of apologizing, and he didn’t know for how much longer he’d be able to enjoy the privileges of being a prefect, so he decided to take advantage of them while he still could.

So, instead of helping students or trying to get rid of frogs like he usually would, he walked straight towards the Prefect Bathrooms, not caring much for the toads that barely even had time to skip away from his feet from how fast he was walking. Once outside of the doors, he relaxed. Whatever had caused the toad infestation, had definitely not gotten them inside the bathroom, which meant he’d be able to at least get all the slime in peace. No more annoying toad croaking for him.

“Whispering Woods,” he said, bored and annoyed, and not expecting what he’d see inside.

You’d just gone inside the water when the door creaked open. The first thing he heard was the water already going, and he was about ready to kick out whoever the hell had gotten in the bathroom first, except that instead of a person washing themselves or hiding, from the frogs, which he was expecting, he spotted Remus Lupin and Sirius black kissing.

KISSING!

Both boys split apart in a second, both turning to him with equally shocked expressions. To his dismay, Remus instantly brought his hand under the water and seemed to be adjusting something there –you, he was holding you down.

Severus’ face was quickly transformed into one of absolute aversion. Features twisting and making him look even more disagreeable than he already looked. “You filthy pair of sissys!” he spat, there was spit coming out of his mouth as he said it. “How dare you use the school as–”

Sirius had pulled your wand from the counter and taken it in his hands as he stood up and pointed it straight at Severus. “Say that again, I dare you!”

Severus had pulled back the second Sirius took out the wand, in his current slimy state he couldn’t take his wand out, which meant he had no way to defend himself, there was no doubt Sirius would have cursed him right then and there, his face was cold, his eyes sharp and he looked about ready to attack. In fact, he looked a lot more like Walburga than he did like Sirius at that particular moment.

So he did the only natural thing he could, he ran the fuck away. He saw a spell hit the wooden frame, missing him by the hair, and continued running through the toads as the door shut itself behind him.

“Fucking coward!” Sirius shouted and then allowed himself to fall back into the water. He sighed, placing both of his palms over his head. Muffled by his hands, Remus who was almost to shocked to think, heard Sirius’s muffled “Fuck”.

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All Choked Up (Ch 1)

MINORS DNI

Summary: You're shooting a fight scene with Pedro that involves choking--you know where this is going.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

Word count: ~4.1k

Content: SMUT, Minors DNI Blog, thigh riding, choking, handy, general steaminess

You had been called in for more shooting after working for a month on The Last of Us as various clickers. You were going to be doing another fight scene, but this time as your normal human self. Wardrobe had just finished with you and one of the PA’s was escorting you to set to be approved by Craig and Jeremy. It looked like they were in between takes of a scene with Joel and Ellie. Pedro and Bella were both sitting on set pieces, laughing and sipping at water.

Craig and Jeremy are crowded around a monitor with several other producers watching the latest take. The PA introduces you and suddenly all of them turn around, examining you. Craig greets you.

“Great to see you again! Thank you for joining us.”

You have to hold in a laugh, because ‘thank you for joining us’? As if you wouldn’t have thrown yourself into fucking LA traffic to be here?

“Thank you for having me,” you smile instead.

At the sound of your voice, you see Pedro perk up out of the corner of your eye. You pretend not to notice his gaze.

“This looks great,” Craig approves. “Can I see it without the scarf?”

The PA unties your neck gaiter.

“Yes, perfect,” He nods. “Thank you Jennifer,” He dismisses the PA and sends you on your way, “See you on set!”

Interesting costuming detail for Craig to be so particular about, but whatever. The PA starts to usher you back towards the wardrobe department.

You hear Bella call your name and you turn, giving them a happy wave. Pedro gives you a wave too.

“Tomorrow–You, me?”” You playfully point between him and yourself, “we’re squarin’ up!”

“No way!” Pedro replies, looking dare you say excited to hear the news that you’d be working together.

“See you at rehearsal!” You call as you slip out the door.

—--

The next day you have stunt choreography for the fight scene in the evening. You dress in a cute matching Lululemon knock off set and report to the rehearsal studio on the lot. The three stunt coordinators are there to greet you and you stretch out until Pedro arrives.

He’s in a tight workout t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Not the gray sweatpants dear LORD.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” one of the coordinators teases, “And ten minutes late, no less!”

“Fuck off, Phillip,” Pedro laughs as he approached, “I’m old and I’m tired.”

“That’s your excuse every day,” You prod.

“Well it’s true every day,” Pedro complains.

“Ready to beat the shit out of each other?” You smirk.

His laugh makes your stomach flip flop.

“Absolutely.”

The stunt coordinators demonstrate the choreography first and you have to make sure your jaw doesn’t hit the floor.

Your character stands yielding a prop knife and his character rushes at you, grabbing your arms. You struggle like that for a beat before the knife gets knocked out of your hands. He keeps his grip on one of your arms as he punches you across the face, then shoves you back up against the wall. Both of his hands come up to your neck and you fight against him until you pass out and he drops you on the floor.

You have always been on your best behavior around Pedro. The poor guy has women thirsting after him at every turn and you don’t want to add to his suffering. You have your own private thoughts about him–many of them not PG rated. But you are there to do a job, to be a professional. You never really allow yourself to entertain any of those thoughts beyond simple fantasy.

But he is about to choke you against a wall.

That alone has you entertaining several new thoughts.

“Alright, how do you guys feel about that?” Phillip asks.

Pedro just nods with a small “great.” He does this stuff pretty much every day so you’re sure none of it phases him.

Phillip looks to you and you must be a bit too wide eyed.

“You look a little uncomfortable,” Phillip notes kindly, inviting you to speak.

Pedro’s concerned expression knocks the wind out of you.

“No, no,” You assure them, “It just looks amazing and I’m hoping I wasn’t padding my resume when I said I had stage combat experience.” You give a little giggle to sell it and god bless being an actor because they all buy it.

“No worries, you definitely got this,” Phillip assures you.

Phillip had not been lying–you pick up the sequence just fine. When it comes time to run the fight with Pedro, you are feeling confident about the choreography but not much else. You mark through it, slowly going through each motion to practice.

You’re pretty sure you black out when he slides his hands under your chin. He is slow and careful and he barely even makes contact with your throat but just the idea, the notion that he could so easily, makes your insides scream.

He eyes you closely making sure you are okay. You feel safe. Somehow that makes it even worse.

You go through some notes and run it one more time slowly before kicking it up to full speed.

The intensity of doing it in real time causes an adrenaline storm. Pedro’s hands are all over you, all power and tight gripped. You desperately hold it together so you won't forget what you’re doing.

The way your back hits the padded wall forces the air from your lungs. Before you can even get a breath in, Pedro’s inches away from your face, hands around your neck. Heat spreads across your cheeks all the way down to your chest. You are sure the shock is written all over your face and you swear Pedro’s eyebrows furrow just a fraction. You take the moment of embarrassment as a good cue to drop to the floor out of his grip.

“That looked great!” Phillip approves, “How did that feel?”

You nearly choke on your spit at the question.

“Good,” you manage to squeak.

You catch Pedro side eyeing you and force yourself to look anywhere else. You bend over and fiddle with your shoelace out of sheer desperation to hide your face.

“Yeah,” Pedro echoes, “Good.”

You can hear the smile in his voice and want to leap out the window.

“Alright, let’s go full out this time,” Phillip says, “Add the acting, the drama, I want it all. Let’s take it from the line before so we can get the timing down.”

You and Pedro square up, getting into position.

“I’m not going down easy,” You play with a quirked eyebrow.

“Bring it,” He challenges.

You both slip into character and you raise your knife.

—-

“Great work, guys!” Phillip chimes, “See you on set tomorrow.”

“You drive here?” Pedro’s voice appears next to you.

“Yep,” You reply, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and pushing open the door. The cool night air glides a chill down your arms.

“Let me walk you to your car,” He offers, “ I just need to grab my stuff.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, that’d be—that’d be great,” You stumble over the words with a smile.

It’s a short walk to his trailer

“What’s been your favorite project you’ve worked on?” He asks.

“I always thought it couldn’t get any better than Mandalorian but honestly I think this show might be my new favorite.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, everything on this show feels so… real. Mando was all soundstages and green screens. Last of Us really feels like we’ve been dropped into an apocalypse,” You explain before cautiously adding, “And I’ve gotten to work with you a lot more.”

“You like working with me, huh?” Pedro asks as he playfully bumps his shoulder into yours, the shadow of a teasing tone in his voice.

You can’t find words for a moment, pausing with your mouth parted. You might as well put all your cards on the table. “Yes,” you finally reply with a small laugh, “I do.”

You can safely toe the boundary of friendship here. You figure he wouldn’t read into it if he wasn’t interested.

Wait. Are you interested? Oh fuck. Of course you’re interested.

Pedro pauses for a fraction of a moment as you arrive at the trailer, looking at you. Before you can say anything, he pulls open the door and holds it for you. You climb inside and he brushes past you as he enters.

“When you showed up here on set,” He says, “I was really happy to see you again.” He sits down on the cream colored loveseat.

So he isn’t just ‘grabbing his stuff’ after all, you guess.

You join him, trying to remember how to sit like a normal human being.

“I thought you were lying when you said you remembered me,” you reply honestly.

“God no,” Pedro chuckles. His gaze on you intensifies, flitting down your body for a moment, his voice dropping a bit lower. “Couldn’t forget you if I tried, sweetheart.”

You suck in a quiet breath. Your mind begins to swim in the suddenly thickening air. How has he managed to make himself so clear in just a single uttered sentence?

He seems to search your face. You realize he’s looking for reciprocation . This isn’t the time to toe the limit at all–it’s the time to cross the line entirely.

The line between colleagues is drawn for good reason, you try to remind yourself. But all logic dissolves in the simmering heat of how he watches you from the other end of the couch.

Fuck the line. What line? Never heard of one.

You switch on a new part of yourself, cocking your head.

“You aren’t too forgettable yourself,” You reply with a soft smirk, making sure to regard every inch of him.

That is all it takes from him to start closing the gap between you, stopping just inches away. He reaches out and slides your bag off your shoulder in slow motion. You stay frozen as it thuds to the floor. The way his eyes never leave you makes your breathing pick up.

“You can leave right now, I won’t hold it against you,” He says quietly, “We can go back to before and I will never try this again.”

You can’t imagine a worse fate. You shake your head desperately.

“Tell me you want this,” he says, eyes glued to yours.

“I want you ,” You whisper.

His lips easily find yours as you feel a hand lace into your hair and another around your waist. The softness of his lips makes you forget to set yourself into motion, too busy melting into it. You finally remember to reach for him, placing a hand on his chest and the other on the side of his neck. You splay your fingers over his bare skin, brushing a thumb against the stubble on his jaw.

His fingers graze over your scalp as he gently grips a handful of your hair. It makes your jaw fall open and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth. You grab a fistful of his shirt to pull him closer.

His hand travels up the center of your chest, curving over your collarbone and back down your side.

He is either being a tease or far too respectful.

You take his wrist and guide him to the bottom hem of your tank top, sliding his hand underneath until his fingers come to the elastic of your sports bra. You pull the spandex up out of the way.

His fingertips skate lightly over the bare skin before he cups you, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

You whine against his mouth, arching into his touch. Your head tips back and he kisses down your neck before returning to your mouth. His lips become more insistent, the pressure of his hands roaming your body more firm. You shift to pull your leg up under you on the couch, needing to get closer to him. He untangles his hand from your hair and does you one better, reaching down, grabbing your ass and pulling you into his lap until he has you hovering over him, his knee between yours.

You pull off your tank top and your sports bra.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Pedro murmurs breathlessly as he attaches his mouth to your nipple.

“Fuck,” The word punches out of you and your hands fly into his hair. His mouth is all heat, tongue working in circles and flicks. You imagine his face between your legs doing the same and you shudder at the mere thought.

He grabs your hips and speaks against the skin of your chest.

“Sit.”

He pulls you down firmly onto his thigh.

“Good girl.”

A gasp helplessly escapes your lips and he has you all figured out. He fails to suppress a smirk and you have half the mind to admonish him, but any attempt is interrupted by his mouth returning to your tit.

He guides your hips to grind against him. The feeling of your wet leggings sliding over his sweatpants drags against your clit just right. You whimper against his temple. He tugs your hips forward again as he flexes his thigh into you and your whimper becomes open mouthed, a moan buried in his hair.

Your hips start to roll on their own accord, chasing down the friction.

“That’s it,” He says softly, licking up your chest, “Make yourself feel good, pretty girl.”

You let out a stilted sigh, dropping your head and sucking the skin beneath his jaw. You reach your hand down and press over the crotch of his sweats. You inhale sharply when you feel him already hard underneath your palm.

“You know how hard it was to control myself, hm?” He questions, voice strained as he pushes himself up against your hand, “Keeping everyone from seeing how much I loved having you pinned up against that wall?”

“ God , that was good acting,” you moan.

“Yours needs some work,” he taunts, “‘Could see it all over your face, querida. Bet you were wet for me, weren’t you?”

“Whole time,” you nod desperately.

He drags his fingers up your chest and wraps his hand around your throat.

“Oh fuck,” tumbles from your mouth.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart? My hand wrapped around your throat like this?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “Fuck, keep talking,” you beg, moving faster in his lap.

“You like the sound of my voice, huh?” He prods, “Like it when I tell you how good you are while you fuck yourself on my thigh?”

You only nod with a whine, reaching under his waistband and taking his cock in your hand. You nearly whine again when you feel how thick he is.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hand tightening just a bit around your throat.

The squeak he receives from you in response is equal parts innocent and filthy.

He uses his free hand to shove his pants and boxers down his hips, exposing his cock in your fist.

You pump him slowly, watching the precum leak from his slit. You release him, pausing your own movement to dip your hand into your panties. You slide two fingers into yourself, gathering your wetness, and return to his length.

“Jesus Christ,” he swears, his words trapped in the back of his throat as you wrap your slick hand around him. His hand tightens on your neck and he thrusts up into your hand, jolting you back into your own rhythm.

Your free hand is slipped under the neckline of his shirt, placed on his chest to steady yourself. The skin there is firm and radiating heat. You can feel his heart beating as fast as yours against your palm.

“You gonna cum like this?” He asks, “Such a needy girl, making a mess on my thigh?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, god yes,” you babble. You’d say yes to practically anything he could ask of you right now, anything to stay in this moment.

Every word he speaks, every shift in his touch drives your fist around him faster.

“ Fuck you feel so good,” He says through gritted teeth, hand now trailing down your throat, curling his fingers to skim his nails over your delicate skin, “Doing so good for me.”

“Please, please, Pedro–” you blindly plead.

He squeezes his hand, tightening the grip on your neck. It’s hardly enough to affect your breathing, but it fuels the tension growing in your hips all the same. Your motions begin to stutter.

“That’s it, querida,” He hums, “That’s it.”

“I’m gonna–” your stutter, “I’m gonna cum.”

He presses the pad of his thumb against your clit and every bit of air deserts your lungs.

“I’ve got you. Cum for me.”

Pure heat sparks and sets you ablaze, flames rolling down your body as you cum, cries forced from you.

“ Good girl , there it is. That’s a good girl,” He grinds out the words, pushing himself harder up into your fist. “Fuck, that’s it, fuck ,” A strangled noise catches in his throat, stripes of white painting your hand and his shirt as you ride out your high.

You lean forward to collapse against him, pressing your head to his shoulder, and you both try to catch your breath. He wraps his arms around you, fingers absently tracing over you back.

“Thank you,” you sigh.

“ Thank you ?” He nearly giggles, “Jesus Christ, all I did was sit here!”

“Then you’re welcome,” you breathe, “Like, very, incredibly, definitely welcome literally any time.”

His laughter bounces against your chest.

“Don’t go making offers that are too good to be true, now,” he warns, and you can feel his grin against the side of your neck, “I can’t take the heartbreak.”

So you’re not the only one who wants this to be more than a one time thing. Fuck yeah.

“Any. Time.” You repeat, whispering in his ear.

——-

Coco is setting up her station next to Stephanie and Jess for the afternoon. The hair and make up department is an integral part of The Last of Us because of the extensive clicker-fication process. Coco always jokes with Pedro that she has the easiest job out of everyone–make a man, who is already gorgeous, gorgeous. Not much to do there, just upkeep on Pedro’s gray hair and ensuring he’s grimy enough for an apocalypse.

You walk into the room bundled in a scarf and find Jess’s chair, greeting her. You had never met before and you were a little nervous. Coco, on the other hand, you’d talked to a few times.

“Okay, so, I might have screwed up a little ,” You admit to Jess, immediately piquing the curiosity of the women around you. You were about to make Jess’s job a bit harder.

“Oh?” Jess says.

“So, um, I get uh–strangled, in the scene we’re shooting today so there’s going to be a lot of focus on… my neck…” You preface hesitantly.

Coco whirls around.

“You didn’t,” She gasps, scandalized.

You grimace apologetically as you unwrap your scarf.

“I did.”

There’s no way they could possibly know that Pedro put the hickey blooming dark purple on your throat unless they’re mind readers, but still. You’re paranoid that somehow everyone will know what you did last night with Pedro.

Could see it all over your face, querida.

“You have girl bossed too close to the sun,” Coco shakes her head while Jess and Stephanie giggle.

You cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jess laughs, “You’re hardly the first actor to need some hickey cover up. Happens all the time–we’ll get you fixed up.”

Jess does an excellent job as promised and your neck looks pristine.

You thank her endlessly and slip out the door to go to wardrobe.

Just a moment later, Pedro speeds into hair and make-up, greeting Coco and plopping down in her chair.

“I need a bruise covered up,” he says simply.

“How’d you hurt yourself this time, old man?” Coco asks.

“Uh, it’s not exactly that kind of bruise,” he replies sheepishly. He pulls down the turtle neck he’s wearing, revealing the hickeys he’s sporting up his neck.

Coco, Stephanie and Jess all exchange a look. Stephanie is desperately trying to suppress a smirk and Jess has to turn away to contain herself.

You and Pedro are none the wiser that you’re totally busted.

“ Pedro ,” Coco scolds him playfully.

“I know, I know,” he sighs.

“Pass me that concealer, Jess?” Coco asks, “We’d better get started. This might take a while since someone decided to sell his body last night.”

“Oh shut up,” Pedro waved her off with a bashful chuckle, “Vete a la chingada.”

“Pedge, I’m immune to your spanish insults. I don’t speak Spanish.”

“Allow me to translate: fuck. off.”

“Never.”

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You're sitting on the sidelines of the set, absently going over your script and blocking.

“Hello you,” a low voice rings next to you.

A smile climbs onto your lips and you keep your attention on the pages.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you chime.

“Come here often?”

You giggle, finally looking up at him, but your breath is stolen. God , he looked so good as Joel.

“Querida, your face,” he chuckles, “we talked about this.”

You pause for a moment and realize what he’s implying. You must be blushing. Or drooling.

“I have no idea how I have an acting career,” you murmur.

He’s laughing and you can’t help but be reminded of a ray of light. He’s like a bright beam, reflected and refracted into a spectrum of color, streaking boldly across a sunlit room. Maybe you didn’t understand how someone could be ‘beaming’ until now.

He looks like he almost starts to reach out to touch you, maybe tuck a stray hair behind your ear or place a hand on your waist, but he aborts the movement.

Phillip approaches you and you break from your trance.

“Hey guys!” He greets, “how about a quick dry run fight before shooting?”

“Sounds good,” Pedro nods as you agree.

Someone from the props department appears with your fake knife and you thank them.

You do a slow motion run through, making sure the spacing and blocking is perfected for the set pieces around you.

The full speed run is just as intense as the first time you had tried it the night before. You’re panting on the floor by the end, and Pedro extends a hand to help you to your feet. You look up at him from underneath the fan of your lashes and he stares down at you all the same.

“Alright you definitely have the choreography down!” Phillip sings his praises and declares you both ready for filming.

“We’re going to start shooting in just a minute here,” Craig informs the room.

Jess is there, coming over to touch up your make up one last time and the guy from props reappears, returning the discarded knife back to you.

“You and Pedro have us sharing the good setting powder,” Jess laughs to herself, taking some onto her brush before Coco steals the container with a smile as she passes by.

It hits you all at once.

You left hickeys all over Pedro last night, didn’t you? You look over and see Coco brushing the powder over the side of his throat.

“ Jess, ” Your eyes are blown wide.

She pauses, regarding you with confusion for a moment until the realization appears on her face.

“Oh! Don’t worry, we’ll never tell. Makeup artists take an oath of secrecy,” She explains. “ However ,” She adds, “I am living vicariously through you. Just full transparency.”

“Fair,” you reply a bit distantly, still watching Pedro.

—-

Coco goes over to Pedro and starts on her final touch ups.

“You know,” she says quietly after a moment, “The weirdest thing happened earlier.”

“Yeah?” Pedro asks, suspicious of her playful tone.

“Yeah,” she replies, “A minute before you came in asking us to cover up your hickeys, your scene partner came in needing the same thing.”

“That is… quite a coincidence…” He agreed slowly.

“I’m glad one of us had sexcapades last night,” she assured him, “all I did was watch tv.”

“Please never say ‘sexcapade’ ever again,” Pedro muttered.

“Look, if you’re going for subtlety–tone it down,” She advises, “You look like you’re about to jump each other’s bones, not kill each other.”

“Fuck, it’s that obvious?” He asks.

She just replies with raised eyebrows and a smirk. “But–hey,” she says sincerely, “Good for you, Pedge. You deserve it.”

“Stop–” He swats her away with an embarrassed smile, “Making me blush. Joel doesn’t blush.”

“Go get ‘em tiger,” She pats him on the back before leaving.

A/N: Tell me what you liked most! I wanna know what my beloved slutty lil readers enjoy!

Chapter 2

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year ago

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Friday (Alex Keller x F!Reader)

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Submission #2 for the Alex Keller Challenge - hosted by the amazing @glitterypirateduck

TW for : Steamy make out session (nothing graphic) - semi public and getting caught. OC Keller family.

Prompts Used:

Don't look at me like that

I told you it was a terrible idea [I told you this is a terrible idea]

This is by far the dumbest thing we've done

You wanted this as much as I did [you want this as much as I do]

“What's the worst that would happen?” You whispered, elbow resting on his shoulder as you two whispered back and forth. Your lip caught between your teeth as he stared at the ground, shaking his head.

“Someone catches us? A bear mauls us to death? Trying to explain how we both got poison ivy up in our business.” He whispered back, convincing himself that sneaking off from the campsite would be a terrible idea. Especially since his entire family was present, including his neices and nephew's.

“Then we keep it PG. We don't risk Poison ivy burns, or the wildlife catching us with our pants down.” You shrugged, standing from your spot as you started walking toward the cabin his parents owned. Smirking as you heard him softly cuss, jumping up to follow you to the back.

“You're terrible.” Alex sighed, rolling his eyes as you smiled at him. Tilting your head slightly as you studied his features. “Don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?!” You laughed, reaching up to rest your hand on his chest. Rubbing over the fabric slightly with your thumb.

“With the bedroom eyes.” He groaned, laying a hand over yours. Eyes moving over your figure as he actively reminded himself of the time he fell into poison ivy as a child. The discomfort he felt as he swore he'd never let it happen again.

“Well sorry, let me just pop my eyes out and replace them with my campsite eyes.” You teased, any further teasing cut short by his mouth gently finding yours in a loving kiss.

“This is a bad idea.” He mumbled, despite showing no signs that he wanted to stop.

His mouth moving against yours, the feeling of his hands warming your hips as you backed into the wall of the cabin. Your hands cupping either side of his face, holding him in place as he hummed in content.

“This is a terrible idea.” He whispered once again, barely pulling away. Eyes still closed as his moral compass spun out of control.

You both knew this was risky, you both knew this was to a degree disgusting teenager like behaviour. But the feeling of his body pressed against yours under the warm rays of sun; your personal little bubble of paradise wiped all concern from your mind.

“If it's so bad, why does it feel so good?” You taunted. Sliding one hand to the back of his neck; tugging gently on his hair. Eliciting a soft groan as he pulled you back into a deep kiss.

His hands sliding around your hips, cupping your ass as he pulled you flush against his hips. Kiss filling with fervor as he all but begged between kisses to leave the damn bonfire and continue this at home.

Moving your hips forward, you moaned softly into his mouth. Breath catching in your throat as you felt him pulling you closer, urging your actions on. Riling you up in return, until a small voice ruined the moment.

“Gross!” Pulling apart quickly, faces flushed from both your prior activities and being caught by Alex’s young nephew. “Everyone’s looking for you guys. It's time to eat.”

“Okay, bud. We’ll be over there soon.” Alex sighed, shuffling to stand behind you with an arm around your middle. Pressing his face against your shoulder as the boy immediately ran back to the group, explaining in great detail what he just saw.

“This was by far the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.” Alex groaned, voice muffled by your shirt. Pulling back slightly to readjust before walking back out to where his family sat.

Walking back toward the picnic tables, you called over your shoulder. “You wanted this as much as I did.”

Sitting down at the picnic table, you smiled at the small baby in Ellie's arms. Wiggling your fingers, and chuckling at the squealing laughter you caused.

“So, I'm going to be the cool Auntie sooner than later?” Ellie teased, watching in amusement as your expression fell and cheeks lit up in a deep blush.

“I told you it was a terrible idea!” You heard Alex argue from somewhere behind you.

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tealfling · 1 year ago

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A/N: I was insipired by a post commenting on how obvious it would probably be that Astarion is a vampire to the characters. This went perfectly with my Tav and how salty she would be about being called naive by Astarion.

Astarion x FemaleTav, Named Tav, Amaranth- purple tiefling cleric

Summery: Astarion tried to convince Amaranth it would wasteful to not take the power of the Absoulte for themselves. Which is fine, he's always trying to get her to reach for more power, but he called her naive. As if her good nature made her stupid or blind. Him. His pale-assed, red-eyed, pointy toothed-self. The nerve.

Act2-ish, kinda proof read

Mentions: his scars, alludes to his backstory, and peppered in innendoes. PG-13-ish

Reflect

"You've been in the bath a long time, Darling. What's taking you so long?" Astarion drawled, walking around the divider.

Amaranth sunk deeper into the tub, her furrowed crystal gaze remaining out of the steamy water, but not turned toward the voice she recognized.

Astarion reguareded her, tilting his head. "tch. Oh, are we brooding? Moping?" he jested, "Your tail tells all my Sweet." Noding toward the slapping thud rippling at the corner of the tub. He thought for a moment. She'd been quite since they last spoke- about taking the power of the Absoult- so he carefully considered what he might have said to offend her. "Are you still upset that I called you naive?" he probed. Her eyes darted to him. Seemed so. "Don't be like that my dear, we all have our flaws-not me of course-but the others obviously," he teased grabbing a towel. "Now come out of there my Treat, there's no way that water's warm enough for you and I don't want supper getting cold." He tried to keep his air light and up beat. Whatever it was that they had going on was working, he liked his favorite traveling companion, maybe more than he cared to admit. The last thing he wanted was for her to cast him aside, especially now. They'd come so far.

Lifting her mouth out of the water, Amranth bit, "I just can't believe you of all people would think I'm the naive one."

Astarion's red eyes narrowed as he paused. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he hissed ready to take offense.

The purple tiefling turned to face him, gripping the side of the tub. "Well, since you don't know, let me paint you a picture," she said. "There I found myself on a beach, where I could hear the calls of a man for help," she said pushing herself up from the water. "When I found the man, I noticed how anemically pale he was, paler than any elf I'd seen-- and remember, Darling, I work with people preparing to be corpses," Amaranth stepped one foot over the tub. "True to form my bleeding heart fell for your siren song for help and pleading eyes, an unusual red color, by the way, but who's to say what's in one's ancestry?" She straightened, taking out the other foot and planting it to the ground, and standing tall. "Of course, this came to bite me on my sorry ass when I found myself thrown to the ground with the business of a dagger to my throat. There those red sullen eyes really bore into me, but what really caught my attention was the pretty mouth with fangs bigger than mine." She said, stepping forward to punctuate each sentence. Astarion, though unsure, held his ground as she approached. His eyes locked on hers.

Amaranth continued. "Now those, I couldn't think of an excuse for being in an elf's mouth. And all of these little things together might look a little suspicious to someone only half paying attention, but probably not anyone sauced out their mind in some tavern back-alley past mid-night. For me though, as someone that choose Deathcare as a career path, what really sells it for me are these. " Amaranth reached her hand and placed two fingers on his neck, one on each fang scar, ignoring the way Astarion flinched. "These aren't the small, tender bites you pepper across my flesh, no these are jagged and wild, made worse by these." she ghosts her fingertips between the holes, her eyes saddening. Astarion sntached her wrist preventing her from touching further. His jaw clenched, his eyes were furrowed and locked to her's, but he didn't interrupt her.

"This texture? Scars from his incisors. That son of a bitch bit you so hard he almost ripped your throat out," her voice cracked where she didn't mean and her eyes began to sting. Amaranth pulled her fingers from his neck, wanting instead to caress his check. Her wrist still trapped in his hand, she gently grazed her knuckle across his jawbone. "Sorry," she whispered smally. Astarion loosened his grip at her apologetic touch.

Trying to save herself, she joked, "You were also terribly conspicuous about the boar, Darling. Even before we even added a half-baked monster hunter to our group. So I don't see how I'm the naive one." Blinking away the wet in her eyes, Amaranth said softly, "No, I took one look at your cover and knew what kind of book you were, but I'm the one who decided to read you." She peeked at him through her lashes, "And I'm glad I did, I'm surprised by what I've found in your pages."

For a long silent moment, Astarion stared at her. Reading her or collecting his thoughts before scoffing, "I didn't realize I was so easy to read, I'll have to double my efforts for the future."

"As if you could, I'm your mirror remember? Now, hand me that stupid towel, dinner's getting cold," Amaranth said playfully reaching for the towel Astarion still held, but she failed.

With deft hands, the elf flicked the towel around her shoulders earning himself one of those darling smiles of her's he'd grown so fond of. She'd known all along. No wonder she reacted cooly, but it still didn't explain why she'd agreed to any of it. Always full of surprises. More so than him apparently. His eyes softened. She always saw him with those big, beautiful shining eyes of hers. He supposed he chose the perfect mirror. He pushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyebrows pinched.

"You're giving me that look," she said.

"What look?" Astarion asked with the lift of an eyebrow confused.

Amaranth playfully narrowed her eyes, " That soft look. You know it makes me want to indulge you. Perhaps Gale is right, maybe I do cater to you too much."

At the mention of Gale, a switch went off in Astarion. "Gale's just jealous," he dismissed. "Here you are lecturing me naked, why I'm sure Gale just wishes he could indulge in the whole, Dinner and a Show package, you cater to me," he purred, closing in on her.

With a small eyeroll, Amaranth hummed, "You're incorrigible." She muttered an easy encantantion matching signs in her hand and instantly dried off. "All right, let's go. I think I've hogged the bathroom long enough," she said, ducking around him to grab her dressing robe.

"Lovely," Astarion said, straighting out her robe, "Now with all this talk of Gale-can we do it in my tent tonight? I want Gale to hear you indulge me." He asked through a devilish grin extending his hand.

Amaranth returned a cheeky smile, "If that's what you want. But I'm not going to be intentionally loud." She grabbed his hand to be led out the room.

"I'll see about that."

"You know I can cast Silence right?"

"Oh, you're no fun."

"I thought your whole point was that I am a lot of fun?"

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esther-lu-writes · 1 month ago

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Notes from the Author

New Fic in the Works!

I'm hammering out some ideas for a new fic. I really want to try writing in the first person and experiment in shorter forms. If you've been reading my work (thank you!) then you'll know I'm a bit long-winded. 🌬️

There's more to it than that. I also want to break out from world-building and the weight of bigger narratives. I'll definitely still keep up with my fic! I just want to play around and let loose. The kicker is this will be in formatted like a journal and feature a fictitious version of myself. My working title is "Mile Past Glade Hollow." I guess, stay tuned for that! 📻

Forms & Shadows

This will continue... I have a lot of ideas for the characters (and a few more to introduce!) I think I will build out a reference sheet for this world. If nothing else, it will help me remember what's going on. 😸

The main thing I wanted to say is things will be heating up between some of my characters. It's definitely going to feel a little more like kink sometimes. I'll probably venture into the companion areas of t-word activities- like bondage and, um, spanking. 🙈

But it will still be written pretty PG-13 style. It certainly won't look like erotica. I've never really enjoyed blatant porno-style writing (absolutely no shame if you do!). So yeah, not really explicit but more steamy than my standard fare... I'll definitely use a special tag for it. And it won't be all the time too! Just spreading my little kinkster wings. 🦇

Random Ish

I'll probably start peppering in some more stray thoughts and current brainrot too on this here blog. 🧠

For instance, I've been rewatching the Monk TV series. It's silly but I love it. Anyways, there was a quick throw away scene where Natalie tweaks Mr. Monk's sides. He tells her not to do that and she stops (yay, boundaries!). It was really less of a tickle than it was a goose, but well... maybe you relate to how certain things stay with you. 👀

I very much love the character Captain Stottlemeyer. He's such a perfect cop (great casting) and is ruggedly handsome (can't get over that mustache!). And I adore how he is simultaneously so protective yet endlessly frustrated with Mr. Monk. I'm not convinced it would be in the spirit of the show, but I can't help putting those two together and imagine how the stern captain could administer some gentle tickles to help ground the nervous detective. 🥰

Oh, and in this world, the Captain would be the more ticklish one... like, doubling over, on the floor laughing, grumpy you're getting the best of him, refusing to admit he's adorable. 💕 And can you imagine how thorough Mr. Monk would be as a Ler?? Making each side even?! Using a scrub brush! Sorry, just had to get that out of my system. 🫣

#lu writes #notes from the author #brainrot #new works in progress #mostly brainrot

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sexynetra · 2 years ago

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@lady-assnali tagged me in this fun little tag game as a sneaky little tactic to get more peeks at the chapter before I post and guess what? It worked 💕 (love you mon bien-aimé, nobody loves rawnsyf like you none of this would happen without you xxoo)

1. Share the premise (as much or as little as you’d like) of the WIP that’s been haunting you lately.

RAWNSYF CHAPTER 6 MY MORTAL ENEMY MY BELOVED I have been stuck with her for so long I think my brain is made of jell-o.

We left off with a steamy drunken makeout, but how will Marcia react when there’s no alcohol to blame her decisions on? How will Marcia and Anetra’s friends react to the news of their kiss? Will Anetra ever catch a goddamn break??? Tune in next week* to find out ;)

*hopefully this week

2. Share the last line of your latest WIP

Anetra’s decision was made for her before she could think about anything.

“Okay.”

3. ctrl + f for any of these words: hand, gold, bed, brown, money, tea, smile, water. if any of those are in your wip, share those sentences too.

Here’s the tea, bestie. I cannot do that because hand alone has 62 hits. But I can pick and choose an assortment for y’all

She was trying to be a gentleman. To keep her hands and teeth to exclusively PG-13 areas

It felt like ages before Marcia moved, raising her hands slowly as if she was worried Anetra would flee out the window

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she straightened the towel, running a hand through her damp hair

She broke off and Sasha squeezed both her hands encouragingly

“So… about Marcia…” Anetra began, half-wishing she had ordered a drink just so she would have something to do with her hands

“But my bed is available for cuddling, if you want.”

“That bad,” Anetra sighed, pushing off her bed to sit at her desk chair

Anetra smiled in spite of herself, sending a half a dozen hearts so she didn’t have to think of a real response, and groaned when she saw the message below

Anetra traced a pattern of water stains on the wooden table with two fingers, wondering if she could drown on dry land from the absurdity of the situation

4. No pressure tags:

@eyeslikewatercoolers @marciax3-appreciator @goodemethyd

#hi beta I know ur seeing this and are ready to scratch my eyeballs out for posting all these snippets before you can edit :) I love u #I’ll buy you a pastry at brunch this weekend so you are legally not allowed to be angy with me #and miss assnali thank you for tagging me you truly are my beloved #I write for you this marshie is for you you love her the most #anyway if you can’t tell I’m very excited to post this chapter #I’ve been waiting so long #enjoy your sneak previews I tried not to spoil anything 😈#but if you’ve been looking at every preview I’ve posted I bet there’s some puzzle pieces you can put together #rpdr 15 #drag race #anetra #drag race 15 #rpdr #marcia #anarcia #asks #running away will never set you free #anarcia fanfic #anarcia fanfiction #rawnsyf #tag game #also I did this on my phone so sorry if the formatting is fucked up #my writing

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austinsgirl · 2 years ago

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Rather Die | Chapter 11

rating: pg-13, talks of pregnancy, language

word count: 1986

cross posted on wattpad

master list

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“And cut! That's a wrap! Thank you everyone!" Anna calls out as the movie just shot their last scene. A very wet, steamy, rain kiss.

Austin high fives Vic, playing it cool. Although, he'd love to hug her instead, or do more. He hasn't been able to get her out of his mind the past couple weeks since their hook up.

Regret has been killing him. He hates what he did to her, falling for Eliana's alluring ways. He wishes he hadn't fucked up. Victoria would be his if he didn't.

He can't help but to bask her sexual beauty at the moment. Her wet tee, clinging in all the right places.

Austin starts to head to his trailer to get those thoughts out of his head.

"Hey, Butler!" Vic calls out to him. "See you at you at the wrap party?"

He's surprised she'd ask him such a thing, as he knows she's been dying to get filming over with so they'd never have to see each other again. Well, at least for a while until promos start.

"Uh, yeah! I'll be there."

"Cool. See you then!"

"Why'd you ask if he was going?" Mila questions Victoria.

"I wanted to know if my night would be more entertaining. If he's there, I get to watch him suffer in jealousy one last time because he'll see me & Ashton together."

"You're crazy, Vic."

"I know. But he's made my life a living hell, so."

Little does she know, Austin's been keeping up on the asshole act to hide his true feelings towards her, and he now finds it as a turn on to see her get all worked up & frustrated. So, lately, making her life a living hell has really been a benefit for him.

At the wrap party, drinks are being had, music is blaring through the speakers. It's almost as if it was the cast party all over again, but this time it was a different club.

Austin sits in the corner, sipping on an old fashioned as he watches Victoria & Ashton dance the same way he & Victoria danced the night things fell apart.

"Hey handsome." Eliana comes up & sits next to him.

"What are you doing here, Eli?" he asks, annoyed.

"You know I'd never miss a good party. And I knew you'd be here."

"Yep. I'm here. Probably going to leave soon though."

"Awe why? The party just started."

"Yeah, well, I don't really enjoy watching the girl I like dance with her boyfriend, so."

"Victoria?"

"Yeah."

"You like her again? You're over me?"

"Honestly...I don't think I ever stopped liking her deep down. I really regret kissing you that night, you know."

"How could you regret kissing me? I'm the best you've ever had, Austin."

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Eliana."

"So, Im not the best you've ever had?"

"Bingo. Sorry."

"Let me prove it to you. I still want you, Austin."

"No thanks, I'm good."

Eliana leans in closer to him, staring to nibble on his ear how he likes. "Cmon, Aus. I know you want-

"No, Eliana. Stop." he cuts her off. "I told you we were over, like a million times. It's not happening. You showed me your true colors that day I saw you making out with that rando. Vic was right about you & I really wish I would have listened to her." Austin gets up & starts heading out.

"Wait! Austin! Please! One more chance!" Eliana calls out.

Austin just ignores her & continues on.

Victoria notices that he's leaving. She starts to feel accomplished, thinking she was making him jealous enough to leave, but then she spots Eliana. She knew instantly she was the reason why Austin left.

"Thanks for making Austin leave! I was trying to win him back!" Eliana yells at Vic over the loud music.

"Yeah, okay. I'm sure he left because of you, because he was tired of listening to your bullshit. He told you plenty of times you guys were done for." Victoria says.

"No, he didn't, but okay."

"He did, I was there, everytime you came to set begging him to take you back."

"You're so annoying." Eliana says, storming off.

"Guess you haven't met yourself then!" Vic shouts to her.

Ashton whispers into her ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

A few weeks have passed & Victoria feels like a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders not having to deal with Austin or Eliana. She hasn't seen or spoken to them since the wrap party.

Victoria's been happy to put the past behind her & get a new start. She's been looking for more opportunities now that she's been done with filming, and has had some time off to herself & to enjoy her new official boyfriend.

Ashton took her on a date to Dave & Busters, a place where a part of their first date took place. While Victoria was in the bathroom, Ashton had one a little teddy bear holding a heart out of a crane machine. When she came back, he asked her to be his. It was a cheesy moment, but Vic absolutely loved it.

"Hey, are you gonna ever stop looking for jobs today?" Mila asks Victoria, as she's been sitting at the counter literally all day on her laptop.

"Um, yeah. I'm about to right now actually. I'm starting to feel nauseous from looking at the screen too much." Vic responds.

"Oof, yeah. You're looking kind of green. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will."

Before she knew it, Vic was running to the bathroom to throw up.

"Do you feel better now?" Mila asks as Vic comes out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, a little bit. I think I'll be fine."

A couple days later

"Fuck." Vic mutters to herself as she sits on the floor in front of the toilet.

She gets herself up from the floor and finds Mila in the kitchen making herself a bagel.

"Mila?.."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I, um...fuck." Vic starts to form tears in her eyes. "I think I might be pregnant."

"You what?" Mila responds with a full bite of her bagel in her mouth.

"I think I might be pregnant, which would be insane because I've always been told at my gyno check ups that I may not be able to conceive because of how fucked up my cycles are & practically being infertile." she rambles, being nervous.

"Okay, slow down. Why do you think you are?"

"I just threw up again, and it like came out of nowhere. I don't know what else it could be. I've been feeling fine, it's not a constant thing like if I had food poisoning."

"I have a couple tests in the bathroom if you want to use them. I had a pregnancy scare a few months ago and impulsively bought like three boxes."

"Okay, yeah, I'll do that. But if I am...I don't know who the father is. Like it could be Austin from our one time or Ashton's."

"Have you told Ashton about that time with Austin like I've been saying you should?"

"No, I havent. I just haven't been able to find the right way to tell him."

"Well, you need to. Especially if you're pregnant & he could possibly be the father, or if you're pregnant with another man's baby."

"I know, I know. And if I am...I think I want to keep it. Like it would be a miracle if I am with the amount of times I've been told it would be hard for me to get pregnant."

"I get that. And no matter what, I'm here for you every step of the way."

"Thanks, Mila. I appreciate it. I'm gonna go take those tests since I have to pee anyways."

"Okay. Do you want to look at them together?"

"Yeah. I cant do this alone."

"Okay. Go pee, and I'll be right there."

Victoria does her business & takes the tests.

"This is the longest three minutes of my life." Vic complains.

"Thirty more seconds." Mila says looking at her timer.

When the seconds were up, Victoria took a deep breath & closed her eyes before looking at the tests.

Both tests read positive.

"Shit." Vic says to herself.

Mila reads the tests herself, "Oh my god."

"Now I really have to tell Ashton, huh?"

"Mhm. You need to tell Austin too."

"Fuck. I do, because I'm gonna have to get a paternity test."

"Are you for sure it could be Austin's?"

"Well, when I looked up how long it takes for early symptoms to start, it lines up with that time. I have this gut feeling too that it's his."

"Why?"

"Because in the heat of the moment, and not being prepared, Austin & I didn't use protection, but me and Ashton have been. Just incase, even though it would be unlikely I could get pregnant. But here we are."

"Oh damn. Who are you telling first?"

"I don't know. Austin I guess. He'd be easier to tell. I don't know."

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

"I'll go see who it is." Mila says.

She goes out into the main part of the apartment and answers the door.

"Oh, hi Ash! I didn't know you were coming over."

"Hey, Mila. Yeah, I wanted to surprise Vic with some Starbucks. I got you one too. Where is she?" Ashton asks.

"Aw, that's so sweet! Thanks! She's in the bathroom. I'll let her know you're here."

Mila let's Ashton in and goes back to the bathroom.

"Hey, Ashton's here. I think that's who you're telling first."

"Oh god. No time to prepare, but okay."

"I'm here if you need me. You know that."

"I know."

They both walk out into the kitchen.

"Hey! There's my girl! How are you?" Ashton asks.

Tears start streaming down Victoria's face. "Um, can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong?"

They go into the living area & have a seat on the couch.

"I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile now, because you deserve to know, but I haven't been able to bring myself to tell you, but I really need to tell you now."

"What is it, Vic?"

"A few weeks ago, before we made it official, and while I was still filming....Austin & I, we....we hooked up. It was a total mistake, and it shouldn't have happened, but it did, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry it happened & I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Vic just sobs as she gets her words out.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm glad you told me sooner than later. Things happen, and we weren't together yet. It's okay, really."

"But it's not..." she cries more, struggling to get the rest out. "I'm pregnant. And it could be his, or it could be yours."

Ashton covers his mouth in shock.

"I'm so sorry." Victoria says. "If you don't want anything to do with me, or the baby, I get it."

"Does Austin know?" he asks.

"No. I just found out right before you came."

"And you want to keep the baby? I mean, I'm sure you do, right? With your issues, I'm sure you're surprised this even happened."

"Yeah, I do. Whethers it's yours, or his. I just don't want this to change anything between us. I do really like you, Ash. Shit, I love you & I don't want to lose you over this."

"You're not going to lose me, Vic. I love you too. We'll get through this no matter what happens, alright?"

"Okay. Thank you for being so amazing, and understanding."

"Of course. Like I said, things happen. It's okay."

He reaches over & kisses the top of her head.

Now that the hard part is over, the next step is to tell Austin. We can only hope he'll take the news just as well as Ashton did.

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#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler smut #austin imagine #austin butler rather die #rather die #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis

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i-am-baechu · 2 months ago

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❀˖° Title: Never Knew I Needed

❀˖°Paring: Idol! Yoongi x Introvert! Reader

❀˖° Rating: PG - 16

❀˖°Genre: Fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, reader keeps to herself, florist reader, some steamy scenes but nothing too crazy in this one

❀˖° Playlist: Never Knew I Needed - Ne-Yo

Yoongi let out a loud groan. Apparently his music file was corrupted which means his hard work was nowhere to be seen. He ran his finger through his hair and glared at the screen, “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Yoongi sighed and took a sip of his coffee, “You want buns for breakfast?”

Hoseok nodded his head at this, “Nora Bun’s open in a few minutes. They have really good red bean buns.”

Yoongi stood up from his chair (with a little stretch) and put his beanie on, “Whatever will get me out of here, I don’t care where we go.”

Hoseok scoffed at this, “Let’s go sunshine.”

Namjoon sighed and rubbed his forehead, “It’s too early for this, let’s get food.”

Yoongi put his jacket on and glanced down at his phone, “Did you order the flowers for TxT?”

Namjoon nodded his head, “Yeah, Stardust was super busy. I just hope they’ll get here.”

“Y/N, is really good at being on time. You don’t have to worry.”

Yoongi closed his studio door and glanced at Hoseok with a raised eyebrow, “Y/N? Who is that?”

“She’s one of the owners of Stardust. Super nice and awkward. Fun to tease.”

Namjoon shook his head as they walked down the hall, “I tell you all the time to leave her alone.”

“Why haven’t I met her?”

Namjoon glanced at Yoongi and shrugged his shoulders, “You never come out of your studio.”

“Whatever, just make sure the flowers get here.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #bts #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts fanfction #bts fanfic

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high-dragon-bait · 2 years ago

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1, 33 & 38 fenhawke for OTP asks?

Who is always horny and will have sex, at any place and at any time?

Yes. Yes. I like this question >:)

I think they're both. Pretty horny. Like. I do think it takes time for them to be both comfortable and confident enough with each other and their relationship to start having a lot of sex, but once they get going. They get going

So, it's less who's hornier, and more about who's more daring regarding when, where, and how

When and where go to Avis. She likes sex any time of day and is daring about where they have sex. She's the one that will flirt with him in a public space in a way that gets more and more charged until she cannot take it anymore and drags him into a secluded corner for sex. Fenris is the one that will stop her if he thinks there's a genuine chance they'll get caught, but if he doesn't (and Avis is usually good at picking the secluded spots) he's usually down.

I DO like to think Fenris can be kind of a bastard. Sometimes if Avis finds them a good hiding spot, he'll kiss her and touch her and tease her getting her as close to the edge as he can- and then stop. And just go back to wherever they were, Hanged Man, banquet, wherever, and leave her in that state. If she wants him to keep going, then she'll just have to wait until they get home :)

He doesn't do it every time, otherwise she'd expect it, he does it just rarely enough that it's a surprise every time. Avis loves hates it, but he always makes it worth it

So if that doesn't make it clear, the one who's more creative about how is Fenris. Avis likes sex, but it doesn't occur to her to make it complicated. It's not that she doesn't not enjoy anything less than vanilla, it's just that, if the whole point of sex is to have an orgasm, why add all those extra steps? But Fenris is the more explorative one, he's the one that goes to Isabela for ideas on how to spice things up, the one that will explore kinks, the one that suggest trying new things first. Avis is down usually, and winds up liking it and wanting to do it again most of the time. Unless she just REALLY wants to get off quickly, in which case Fenris isn't disappointed, there's always tomorrow!

Anyways, that steamy, let's get more PG

33. How do their personalities compliment each other?

Fenris is practical, Avis is a dreamer. Is it cliche? Yes. But I like cliches and it's cute

Fenris brings Avis down when she starts dreaming a little too big, Avis reminds Fenris that the worst case scenario is just the same amount of guaranteed as the best case scenario, which means, not at all. They keep each other safe

Also, Avis' "mask" that she puts on. The performance of the perfect champion, the entertainer, the one who is easy to love... Fenris never fell for it. He saw through her immediately and guess what? He loved her anyway. Avis loved him when she realized she had one person in her life, outside of (some) of her family, that she did not have to pretend in front of. She never thought that would feel so freeing.

38. What type of parents would they be?

Yes. Yes. I get to talk about this at long last

They're both devoted and happy to have their daughter, Eshana, but the big thing is the amount of freedom they give her. Avis grew up on a farm, where kids would run off and spend their day in the field with very little parental supervision. You fell? You got bit by at best a bug at worst an angry rodent? You got too close to the neighbor's land and got chased off with a rake? That's just part of growing up. Now you know, don't climb on that tree, don't poke sticks in holes you didn't dig, and don't go onto Old Shaggy's land

Leandra also put a lot of pressure onto Avis once they were out of Kirkwall that destroyed their relationship. Avis does not want to be that mother, ever. So she gives Eshana even MORE freedom, she never wants her to feel like Avis is asking her for too much

Fenris is, as you may have guessed, the opposite. Fenris saw children ripped away from their parents as infants, saw children suddenly separated from their parents weeping, and parents grieving for children they will never see again. He hates letting Eshana out of his sight due to a very based in reality fear that someone will just snatch her away. I think it kinda comes and goes in waves. As a baby he doesn't really have this problem, because he always knows where she is. In her crib, in Avis' arms, in his arms. With some exceptions for friends and family, and even then he or Avis is the one that hands her to them. Once she learns how to walk... that's when this rears its head. The first time he turned his back on a toddling Eshana, turned back around and she wasn't there? Full panic. Not a good day for anyone

(she was fine, she can open doors now everyone!)

This is another situation where their personalities complimenting each other come into play! Fenris is there to go, hey Avis, maybe a farmland's amount of freedom isn't safe for a kid growing up in the middle of a city. Maybe it's okay to ask some responsibility of her. That's okay, you aren't being a bad mother for keeping her safe and teaching her to look out for others

And Avis is there to remind Fenris, hey, no one is going to take her away. She still needs to be allowed to be a kid. She needs to be able to get far enough away that she can get a good skinned knee, learn not to poke wasps nests with sticks, and get into some, but not serious, trouble. Sometimes the best lessons are learned by doing. You're not a bad father for that

This is also why Fenris and Eshana have a strained relationship in the verse where Avis dies. That voice isn't there anymore, and he tries to remember what she taught him, but it can be hard now that she's gone. Eventually, that leads to Eshana running away, because if there's one thing I love, it's irony.

I do have one other thing to say about Eshana in the True Canon, which is where Avis is dead. Avis died when she was six years old, her memories of her are scattered and hard to discern what was witnessed and what was story. There is one thing though, one thing that she really truly remembers about her mom

If you ask her, she'll say the thing she remembers most about Avis is "Her arms"

Because when Fenris held or carried her as a child, he did so tightly. He'd always keep one arm around her back and hold her close to him. Not enough to be uncomfortable (though it didn't allow a lot of very literal wiggle room), but just enough to keep her close. Avis was more lenient, usually holding her with one arm, giving her room to look around and, yeah, wiggle!

It's tiny, but that's the big thing. That's what she remembers most about her mom: her arms.

#dragon age #my dragon age #my fenhawke #fenhawke

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 3 years ago

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Dear Fucking Diary: Entry the 7th - Mini-Golf or Something that Requires a Bit More Stamina? Yeah, the second one.

This is a reposting cause the original chapter got taken down for being "e*plicit". 🙄 I'm hoping taking the word s*x out of the chapter title and giving it very PG rated gifs will keep it from being flagged again!

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (Daisy)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Smut. P in V. Protected s*x. Oral (fem receiving) Fingering. Brief mentions of overstimulation.

Word Count: 4,719

DFD: Series Masterlist

Series Summary: I’ve been tasked with writing in this fucking diary like a some teenage girl. It sucks, but who else am I going to talk to about the incredible hottie who lives next door?

Chapter Summary: 7th Entry: K, it's gonna get a little steamy - beware!

A/N: This series has popped into my head from out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a whole other thing, but then it just morphed into this. (Cause I needed more series to work on! 🙄😄) Hope you like it, I should be releasing a new entry every few days, and I think there will be about 7 or 8 entries. The first entry is short and sweet, but most of the others will range between 1000 and 3000 words. Thanks everyone!! 🥰

A/N 2: This is a repost of this chapter because the original was flagged and hidden. 😠🤬 So, I'm gonna ask a big favour, could you guys give this a quick reblog, cause I lost all the notes on the previous post too. No need to comment, if you don't want to, don't even have to read it again if you don't want to. I'm so disappointed. I'm just incredibly grateful that I keep copies of all my fics on my computer. I'd be heartbroken to lose over 4,000 words of the story.

The awesome divider at the bottom is created by @talesmaniac89

Hey DD!

Well, that was a waste of time. I could have just kept writing! I got all the way down to Dr. Hailey's office just to have her receptionist tell me she'd gone home sick ten minutes before.

So, I still have no idea what she thinks of me sleeping with Dean. I guess I'm just gonna write it all out here and see what you think. And by you, I mean me, I'm gonna write it all out and see what I think.

After we finished dinner (Dean left Melissa a VERY large tip; I think he felt bad) we got back into Dean's car and headed to our second, surprise, destination.

After only a couple of blocks we pulled into the parking lot for "The Whirling Dervish Miniature Golf and Bumper Cars Emporium".

"Mini-golf?" I asked as I climbed out of the car.

"Yeah!" Dean smiled brightly and for just a moment, he looked like a little boy. Then his face fell into a frown. "Do you not like Mini-golf?"

"Oh sure, I do!" I reassured him quickly. Then I amended my statement. "I mean, I think I do. I don't really know. I've never played."

He looked dumbstruck. "You've never played mini-golf? Seriously?"

"Nope." I said with a chuckle. "But it always seemed fun." I made a swinging motion with my arms.

Dean laughed and then put his hand on both of mine and pushed them downwards from where I'd held them at about chest height.

"Lower your swing, sweetheart, it's golf not baseball."

I ducked my head with a smile. The shy posture was more a response to the endearment and the feeling of his big, rough hand on mine, than from any embarrassment about my golf swing.

I could feel sparks flare to life between us and immediately felt the pull towards him. He seemed to feel it too because he stepped closer to me.

"Actually," he said, his voice low and heated, "it's better for me if you don't know how to play."

"Better for you because then you can kick my ass?" I joked.

"No. Because then I can come up close behind you," he said, and proceeded to do just that, "and wrap my arms around you."

He caged me within the rock solid strength of his arms and took hold of both my hands.

"And under the guise of teaching you," he twisted our bodies slightly and then mimed a golf swing, "I get to feel you move against me."

I could feel the hard wall of his chest pressed up tight behind me and the scent of leather from his jacket combined with his own warm, masculine scent surrounded me and made me feel slightly dizzy.

He'd lowered his head so that it was just over my left shoulder and I turned to see his scruffy cheek only a few inches from my lips and my breath caught. Then he turned his face towards me and his mouth was right there and I knew I was lost.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, sliding them softly against his silky, warm mouth and sighing audibly.

God his lips were perfect; they parted slightly so he could suck my bottom lip between his, and I could feel the pull of it shoot into the core of me. I don't know if a simple kiss has ever turned me on so much.

After a moment of craning our necks trying to press closer, he turned me in his arms so I was facing him and one hand sank into my hair and fisted it while his other hand slid down to my lower back and pressed me tight against him.

I moaned at the power and strength I could feel beneath my hands as I slid them inside his leather jacket and around to his back. The muscles I could feel shifting there caused another soft moan to slip from my throat and another jolt of electricity to surge to the increasingly wet spot at the juncture of my thighs.

He walked me a couple of steps backward until we hit the side of the car and then lifted me easily to sit on the still warm hood. He moved between my legs and I instinctively opened them wider for him.

His mouth hadn't left mine for more than a heart beat through all of our movement but now he began to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my neck.

His hands travelled from my waist up inside my open jacket before slipping up past the hem of my sweater to press warm and rough against my back.

His fingers traced lazy patterns across my skin while his lips moved hot and hungry along the shoulder exposed by my sweater.

"God, Daisy," he mumbled low and gruff against my skin, "I've been wanting to do this all evening. Ever since you opened the door tonight. Your skin just looked so soft, and fuck, did I want to taste it."

He slid his tongue back to the hollow of my neck. "You're more delicious than I could have imagined. And Christ, sweetheart, I'm starving for you."

My stomach muscles clenched low in my belly at his words. His voice was like warm molasses, sweet and slow, dark and deep, and I was completely transfixed.

I tilted my head to the side to give him better access and he began to suck bruises into the skin up and down my neck and shoulder.

The cold air hit my heated skin where his lips and tongue had been, and it sent a chill up my spine. He pulled my jacket closed again and returned to smothering my mouth with his own. He kept his fists bunched in the sides of my jacket and used the grip to pull me close.

I pushed my hands up under his shirt, desperate to feel his taut skin under my fingers, forgetting that my hands are often cold and were especially cold on an early November evening.

Dean hissed and gasped against my lips and even though I felt bad and pulled my hands back from his skin, I can't deny the sound was hot af. It made me want to bring it out of him again, but for more pleasurable reasons than cold hands.

We spent a few more minutes kissing deeply, and soft moans of frustration kept slipping out of me when our jackets, jeans, and the November chill got in the way of us getting closer.

Finally Dean pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.

"Okay." He said and dragged in a long breath. "We should..." he made a vague motion toward the mini-golf course. "...before we...I mean..." He sighed deeply. "I'm about one more kiss away from throwing you into the back seat and saying to hell with mini-golf."

He chuckled and I laughed softly with him, but my heart was hammering against my chest and so many dirty ideas were swirling in my mind.

"Well..." I began and caught his gaze, as I tried to gauge his reaction. "I mean...you could always teach me mini-golf another time." I spoke softly, hardly believing the audacity and boldness of my own words. But I refused to duck my head or break his gaze, determined to know what he was thinking.

I was pretty sure I had my answer as I watched his eyes become hooded and heat pool in them. His jaw clenched briefly before he licked his lips and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it. My mouth watered watching him and wetness gathered elsewhere as well.

"You sure?" He asked quietly.

I nodded. "Completely sure. But," I grinned at him, "as much as I'd love to have some fun in the back seat of this beauty, it's probably infinitely warmer and roomier at either one of our apartments and we're less than fifteen minutes away. I might be able to last that long. What about you?"

He pulled me tight against him and buried his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard and fast before lifting me back to the ground.

"Okay, but let's hurry."

No more than ten minutes later we were walking up the stairs to our apartments. Boy does he know how to handle that tank of a car.

Why was his ability to drive his car so fast, but so well, such a ridiculous turn on?

Dean was holding my hand and as we reached the landing between flights he pulled me against him and then pressed me up against the wall as he had earlier in the day. This time though he also pushed a thick thigh between my own, settling it so that I was pretty much sitting on it.

I can't begin to describe how incredible that felt. I couldn't help it, as he kissed me senseless once again I began to grind down against his muscular leg and holy shit! My body exploded with heat and a shockwave of tingling pleasure suffused my entire being.

My pleasure was only intensified when Dean moaned raggedly into my mouth and lifted his knee to better connect with my core the next time I ground against him.

I'm not sure that we wouldn't have just ripped each other's clothes off right there if we weren't suddenly interrupted by a middle aged lady coming through the doors to the stairwell.

I just caught her look of judgement before Dean grinned at her and winked and she turned into a sixteen year old blushing girl, giggling slightly and carrying on her way. I was happy to see I wasn't the only grown woman who turned back into a silly teenager every time Dean looked my direction.

As she passed us, Dean grabbed my hand and practically hauled me up the stairs. I laughed and stumbled up the last step, punch drunk on his kisses and the feel of his body against mine.

As soon as I stumbled, Dean bent and scooped me up to carry me down the hallway. I laughed again, breathless, and hit his shoulder.

"Put me down, you idiot."

"Nope, a broken neck could really put a damper on our evening." He said and got to his place in about four of his incredibly long strides. Since his apartment was first along the hallway that's where we ended up. I realized that I'd never actually been in his apartment, we'd always met up in mine.

He set me down to pull out his keys, but held on to my hand and pulled me into the apartment after him.

His place was a lot neater than I would have expected for a bachelor mechanic, but I could still see some clutter here and there, and even better, he had a sink full of dishes from earlier in the day. I couldn't explain why these small messes and imperfections made me happy. Except that Mr. Control-Everything never allowed any clutter, and dishes were to be washed after every single meal. Always.

I shook the asshole out of my head and focused on Dean as he lit the few lamps in his living room, allowing a soft glow to surround us.

He came back to where I awkwardly stood just inside the door and took my jacket off, hanging it beside his, and leading me over to the couch, where he sat down close beside me.

For some reason it hit me in that moment that all the women I'd heard through my paper thin walls had likely come in this same way, hot and desperate for him, watching him light up the living room with a seductive light and then sitting beside him on the couch. Or did he usually take them straight to the bedroom?

As though he was reading my mind, he pulled back a little and dropped my hand. He smiled his slightly bashful smile and again his hand found the back of his neck and he rubbed it gently.

"Look, if you've changed your mind, that's okay." He nodded toward his TV. "We can just...Netflix and not chill."

I chuckled and ducked my head again and wondered for the first and only time that night whether I was making a mistake. I'd only known him less than a month, this was the very first time we'd gone out, maybe I should just wait.

But then I looked into his eyes and said, Fuck that.

This man was beautiful beyond belief, he was sexy as hell and his hands and mouth were so incredibly talented. He was also kind and funny, and Jesus Christ, I wanted him so badly.

So, I just shook my head and pulled his face toward mine. "I haven't changed my mind." I said softly. "I want you, Dean. I want you to touch me, kiss me, fuck me." I turned red at my own dirty words, but I wanted there to be no confusion.

Dean's exhale turned into a growl and he leaned the rest of the way in and claimed my lips in a scorching, frenzied kiss. His lips were hot, wet, and everywhere.

I simply gave myself up to him and what started out in a frenzy, slowed into an endless seduction of his fingertips dragging across my skin, his hands pressing against my flesh with the exact right pressure to make me desperate for more. His mouth was a languid, continuous promise of more pleasure.

When he'd laid his lips against every inch of skin above the neckline of my sweater, he looked at me, his jewel green eyes having darkened to the color of a forest in the rain.

"Lift up your arms." He commanded and I happily obeyed, letting him pull the garment off my body.

He stared at my lace covered breasts and the look on his face made me eternally grateful that I had opted to go with the sexy, black bra and panties set I was wearing rather than the infinitely more comfortable sports bra and granny panties I'd been contemplating.

He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, through the lace and I shuddered.

He pulled back slightly and nodded toward my bra. "Take it off for me, sweetheart. Slowly."

I shuddered again at the primal look of heat and desire on his face and I reached behind me to do what he asked.

As I let my bra straps fall from my shoulders, Dean groaned.

"Fucking, hell, Daisy." He said and he sounded pained just before he set his mouth to my breast, laving at my nipple and then blowing gently across the wet skin. It constricted into a little rosebud, and he sucked the puckered nub between his lips before sinking his teeth slowly into the sensitive flesh.

I cried out and my back arched into his body, and I was desperate to even the playing field. I pushed on his shoulders. "Your turn." I said and waved toward his olive green button down.

He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, taking his time and enjoying my impatience as I pushed away his hands and swiftly pulled the buttons from their holes. I may have accidentally on purpose ripped open the last couple.

As I smoothed the shirt back over his shoulders I could feel myself getting wetter just looking at the wide expanse of lightly freckled skin stretched tight over thick muscles. He was so broad and solid I was instantly desperate to have him crush me into the couch, or the bed. Or the floor, or a particularly sturdy table.

I swept my hands down his torso and leaned forward to flick my tongue against his darkened nipple. I looked up at his face as I did and saw his face flinch with pleasure before he hauled me back and stood up. Before I could even blink he'd picked me up and was walking down the short hallway toward his bedroom.

"I need more space." He said as he laid me out against the pillows and then moved to the end of the bed to crawl up and kneel between my thighs.

"I wanna be able to see every inch of you. I wanna see the goosebumps erupt on your skin."

He dragged his fingers across my stomach causing that just that exact reaction. His hand moved to the button of my jeans and my breathing picked up.

"I wanna watch your breath catch when I do this." He popped the button open and then slowly slid them over my hips and off. Sure enough, I went from breathing too fast to not breathing at all.

Dean rubbed his forefinger against my soaked panties and I bucked against his hand, still holding my breath.

"Breathe." He said slowly, a whispered word that reminded me to take oxygen back into my starved lungs and I gasped in the needed air as he slowly pulled my lacy underwear off of me, leaving me completely exposed under his gaze.

In all the times I had imagined this moment, it may have been the focus of one or two day dreams over the last few weeks, I had always pictured myself with some clothing on, or envisioned the scene in a darkened room, sure that I would be too self-conscious to be completely naked, all of me visible for him to stare at.

But then, in my dreams I had never imagined he would look at me like that. A look that was all hunger and primal need. He was looking at me (me!) like he was desperate for me, like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Daisy." He said and his voice was gravelly and raw. "My god, sweetheart, I just..."

He didn't seem to be able to find words and the knowledge that I was making him speechless made me glow and feel the most powerful and the sexiest I've ever felt.

He stretched out on the bed, with his wide shoulders between my thighs and turned his head to press wet kisses into the soft flesh of my thighs. Ordinarily I would worry that my thighs were too thick, that they were too fleshy, but the way he sank his blunt fingernails into that fleshiness and moaned, let me know, he loved them, found pleasure in them.

So I once again simply gave myself up to the fierce pleasure he was arousing in my body as he sucked and bit the skin there, leaving marks that I knew I'd see for days after, like physical reminders of the bliss he was bringing me.

He brought his mouth to my dripping center and I bucked up off the bed. Dean threw my right leg over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around my left leg so that he could press his big hand down against my lower belly and hold me in place while his tongue went to work.

Over and over again he brought me to the edge, just to pull back and leave me desperately chasing his mouth, pushing my body down toward him, or gripping his hair and trying to push his face back where I needed it.

But he was way too strong and he wouldn't be rushed. When my first shattering orgasm happened, my thighs automatically tightened around his head as I screamed out my pleasure. But he simply pulled them apart again, so he could keep me open and enjoy me like a starving man at a buffet.

He pulled three orgasms out of me with his mouth alone. Finally when I felt like I might pass out if he didn't stop, he pulled away and stood up. He took off his jeans and I was treated to the sight of those boxer briefs I had been ogling in the laundry room.

He reached to pull them down, but I held up my hand. "Wait, can you...turn around?" I asked, my throat hoarse from my continuous cries of pleasure. "I really wanna check out your insanely hot ass."

His bashful smile was back and it made me want to cuddle him. How could he possibly be bashful after everything he'd done to me? He turned obligingly and I reached out and ran my hand over the perfectly firm, round, work of art that was Dean's ass.

"Fuck me." I said under my breath.

He turned back around and the bashful boy was gone again, his grin being decidedly wicked.

"That's the idea, sweetheart."

I giggled and then stopped breathing as he whipped down his boxers and I was finally able to see what all the fuss had been about. Let me simply say that my predecessors were NOT exaggerating. I was momentarily concerned about being split in two, before deciding it would be a hell of a way to go.

He reached into the drawer beside the bed and ripped open the condom packet he found there. He rolled the latex over his incredibly hard cock and I made a mental note to be the one to do it next time.

Fuck, let there be a next time!

Dean laid down beside me, and ran his hand up and down my body, gentle circles that soothed even as they excited. Eventually, his fingers found their way to the slick folds he'd given so much attention to earlier.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his fingers soft and gentle as the moved through my wetness. "Do you need more time? Are you too sensitive?"

Now, I can't tell you why this question brought tears to my eyes. Dean had already proved himself to be a deeply caring, sensitive lover, constantly in tune with his partner's body. So, the question really shouldn't have surprised me.

But there was something about the care in his expression, the gentle way he was touching me; this question wasn't about the sex, it wasn't even about giving me pleasure, it was more about making sure I was good, making sure I felt safe and okay to continue.

I couldn't and still can't remember if I've ever felt that cared for, that looked after. I don't mean just during sex (definitely never then!) but like, ever, with any partner I'd been with. Maybe, but I couldn't remember when. Certainly not with The Terror.

Unfortunately, my tears made Dean's face crumple with concern and worry. As soon as I saw his expression I shook my head. "No, Dean. Yes."

Amazingly that really clear and understandable sentence didn't seem to ease his concern and he started to pull away.

I grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled him back against me. "I'm sorry, I mean, no I'm not too sensitive anymore, and I feel incredible." I waved a hand towards my wet eyes. "These are happy tears, promise."

His expression softened and he pulled me up against his side and turned so that we were face to face. He pushed my hair back off my forehead and placed feather light kisses there and down my nose. I felt precious and cherished and more tears welled up.

This time Dean just caught them on his thumb and then kissed my eyelids too. "Still happy ones?" he checked.

I nodded and smiled at him before pulling him down for a long, soft, gentle kiss. He sipped at my lips, and I sighed into his mouth.

I could feel his length between us, still rock hard. I reached down to grasp his thickness in my hand and the sound he'd made earlier, that hiss and gasp, issued from his mouth again as his eyes closed tight and his chin thrust forward.

With his head thrown back I had access to the underside of his jaw and I took the chance nibble his skin there. I also enjoyed being able to lick and suck along the column of his throat and the thick corded muscle in his neck.

Then I took his condom-covered cock and ran it through the folds of my body, lubricating it before I eased it inside myself. He was thick and long, but I didn't have to worry, he fit inside me as though we were two puzzle pieces finely fitted back together.

He pulled my leg up high against his hip and the new angle allowed him to drag over the soft spongey spot inside me that no one but me had ever been able to find.

We stayed pressed together tightly, skin to skin, sweat-slicked and hot. His thrusts started shallow, more grinding than thrusting, but as our bodies sought out our gratification, his thrusts got stronger, deeper, and I was slamming myself against him, desperate to get him even deeper still.

He rolled me over so that he was on top of me, then lifted my legs and draped them over his arms, using them as leverage to slam into me, hard. The position had him thrusting so deep I could feel him hit my cervix with every push and after only three or four thrusts, I came apart for the fourth time.

Within the haze of my own climax I heard Dean yell out, my name and curses blending together. Then I felt his body shudder and stiffen against me. He let my legs drop so he could fall on me, bracing some of his weight on his forearms but giving me that weighted feeling I'd been craving earlier. His hot breath against the side of my neck felt warm and soothing as I came down from my high.

Ever so slowly we came back to reality and Dean rolled off of me, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the waste basket beside the bed. He grabbed some tissues from the table and cleaned me up as well.

He then readjusted us slightly so that we could both lay under the covers and warm our rapidly cooling skin.

He pulled me up close against his chest and let his fingers trail up and down my arm.

"Fuck, Daisy, you're amazing." He said, his voice a warm rumble.

I ran my hand across his chest and smiled against his shoulder where I lay. "Right back atcha, honey."

I felt Dean smile as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head and we both fell asleep, contended and exhausted.

So, that's it DD. That was my earth-shattering night of incredible sex. Incredible not just because Dean was a skilled lover or because he knew exactly where to press against my body and just where to put his mouth to bring about the most pleasure.

It was incredible because Dean is a beautiful man in every sense of that word. Incredible because I've never known anyone like him, incredible because...

Oh, fuck! Damn it!! I don't even want to write it down!

I might be falling in love with him.

No. Absolutely not - this is completely stupid. I barely know him. Jesus Daisy, get a grip - what is wrong with you? You rushed in once before, remember that? Didn't exactly work out the way you'd imagined in your naïve little brain, did it?

But fuck me, I wrote this out here so I could get an idea of what I feel and what I think about sleeping with Dean, and the truth is I think it's made me want something that's impossible, something that is ridiculous and stupid to imagine.

I mean for god's sake, I've heard the screaming girls on the other side of the wall. I know how many of them were just like me - a good time, wonderful sex, and then a goodbye in the morning.

Granted, he didn't put me in a cab this morning when we said goodbye. He walked me to my apartment in his pajama bottoms and bare feet and kissed me goodbye. But doesn't it amount to the same thing?

I heard how desperate Lois sounded when she refused to take Dean's gentle and then not-so-gentle no for an answer. Is that gonna be me next? Chasing after him, sure that he must love me?

Pathetic.

Oh fuck! I said it before and I'll say it again, I think I'm screwed.

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