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wtf-yoongi · 3 years

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Let me drive. / JJK

pairing | jungkook x reader

summary | road trip + california + your koo 🥺

genre/warnings | fluff + light smut + established relationship + kinda shy/quiet jungkook

words | 3,522

note | okay so i had this idea almost a year ago and wrote around 5 versions of this since then lol i guess the stuff i write is *already* very chill but i have to say this is the chillest

If you could, you’d freeze this moment. This very moment. Right here, right now. Just as the wind blows on your hair, just as everything around you smells like sand and the sea, just as Jungkook’s smooth driving lulls you to sleep.

You look at him then. Focused on the curves of the road, a small crease in between his eyebrows as he is forced to make a particularly sharp turn. You twist again to look outside the half-opened window and all you can see are the waves coming and going, somehow closer when the car shifts — and it calms you even further.

It’s hard to fight the heaviness of your eyelids, but you’re determined not to miss any second of this. Everything looks perfect, all around you — you can’t take it for granted. You should cherish it, imprint this in your memory, take pictures with Jungkook’s camera now that he’s busy driving and can’t do it himself. It’s within arm’s reach, but you can’t find it in you to grab it.

“You should take a nap,” Jungkook says with an unusual air in his voice. It is deep, but dreamy, and you wonder if you’ve actually fallen asleep. His right hand leaves the steering wheel to lightly touch your thigh. “You didn’t have enough sleep last night.”

“You’ve had just as much as me,” you protest, turning your body to seat properly again and blinking a few times to wake up, eyes opening as wide as possible in between each of them. “Do you think we can stop for a coffee somewhere? I bet you need it too.”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s what you always say.”

You end up convincing Jungkook you should stop somewhere, even if that somewhere is the nearest underwhelming gas station. He takes the opportunity to fill up the tank, later going inside to join you and look for the most appetizing caffeinated drink. It’s not his favorite, and neither is the one in your hands, but it’ll do for now. You take the can out of his long fingers to pay before he has a chance to protest.

“How far away are we now?”

Jungkook’s head tilts as he follows you outside, eyes wrinkling while his brain tries to remember what the GPS said before. “Not much, really. Maybe a little bit over half an hour.”

“Let me drive, then.”

He throws you the keys without thinking twice, but mostly because you know Jungkook wants to take pictures of the road — he’s never been good at hiding things and, with you in particular, there’s no point in trying anymore. He’s been driving since you left this morning and you wonder if you should’ve taken over after Pismo Beach.

Maybe you should have. He looks perfectly content as he sits on the passenger’s side and reaches for the camera not a heartbeat after putting on his seatbelt. That’s when you know you should’ve said something earlier — he’s not going to ask you to drive if he can keep going. It’s the way Jungkook’s mind works: selfless all the time.

That thought melts as soon as you look to your right and he’s pointing the camera at you, bright smile only partially covered by the device in his hands as you hear the shutter. For a second, all you can see is him. Suddenly, all you care about in the world is how you can make that smile last longer.

Is it too greedy to want it forever?

The rest of the way to Santa Barbara goes as smoothly as possible. Jungkook is right — it does take a little bit over half an hour to get there and you’re glad it’s early enough for you to explore the city tonight. As you cross what seems to be the main road, filled with life, shops and pretty lights, you and Jungkook make a silent agreement to come back as soon as you drop the bags in the house you’re staying in.

To be honest, Jungkook was excessive when he chose the place. He said he wanted it to be close to the beach, with a pool he could swim in at two in the morning if he wanted to — oh, yes, and private. He repeated that at least three times while you were researching. In the end, the house isn’t as close to the beach as he wished it to be, but he agreed the pool was worth it.

When you land your eyes on it for the first time, you’re sure Jungkook made the right call.

There’s a host there to welcome you and you follow Mrs. Johnson around as she shows you all the little corners of the house. She is surprised to know only two guests are staying when the house could easily fit six, but nods with a warm smile when you mention the pool situation and the way Jungkook’s eyes lighted up when he saw the pictures. You also can’t miss the way he tries to hide himself behind you when you say that or the hand that travels down to your waist. You couldn’t see him, but you bet a thousand dollars a shy smile is in full display — dimples and all.

It only takes a few minutes for you to drag your bags inside, drink a cup of water and leave again. The house isn’t very far from the main road you’ve seen earlier and a walk after a few hours of sitting inside a car sounded like a great idea. Just before leaving, you playfully pull Jungkook’s bucket hat further down as he sits his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. Then, again, you wish you could freeze the moment, but only if you could attach an audio file with his giggle and that playful stop it with it.

There’s a comfortable warmth from all around you as you walk. The breeze is hot and, although the temperature is bearable, Jungkook’s hand in yours becomes clammy in under five minutes — not that it is enough reason to let it go, it’s just not the most comfortable and definitely not as pleasant as the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours midwinter.

You can tell Jungkook is excited. His feet are light on the scolding asphalt and he’s paying extra attention to every detail his doe-like eyes are able to reach — almost as if he’s also looking to imprint this moment in his brain. In fact, he could be getting help with that by taking pictures, but decides to leave the camera hanging by its strap on his waist for reasons you don’t quite understand. You also don’t ask, too happy to raise questions about anything.

There’s something about this city that makes you feel welcomed. It’s much like the charming towns you’ve visited along the coast ever since leaving the busy San Francisco a couple of days ago, but there’s something particularly special about it. You were expecting it to be filled with tourists enjoying their summer day, streets buzzing with cars and no available parking spots whatsoever only to be met by a steady rhythm of people walking, chatting and passing you by without a second glance. It’s less busy and more easygoing than you anticipated.

Jungkook also seems to notice that.

“I like it here,” he says, echoing your thoughts with ease. Jungkook’s head turns all around, taking it all in before landing his curious eyes on you. “I think this one is my favorite so far.”

You can’t help the snort that leaves your nose. “You’ve said that for every place we’ve been to.”

“Well, every place has been better than the last. What do you want me to say?”

Just as the words leave his lips, the elegant lamps lining the sidewalk come to life. You notice you’re not the only ones with chins up and surprised eyes — suddenly, you can point to every tourist standing within this block as locals move on with their lives as if nothing happened.

“Honestly, how can this not be my favorite so far?” Jungkook asks rhetorically, finally letting go of your hand to reach for his camera. He turns it on without even looking at the device, snapping picture after picture until he’s satisfied with the framing and lighting. “These lights are so pretty…” He comments as he checks his viewfinder. “Let me take one of you just standing there.”

He takes a few steps back to fit you in frame and you hear the shutter many times before he’s back by your side.

“Why don’t we get something to eat?” He suggests, quick to take your hand again as soon as the camera is back to its original place.

“That’d be nice. Craving anything in particular?”

“Food,” he answers simply and with a smile. “Anything you want.”

You end up inside a diner eight minutes from where you were. The reviews online were great and you can see the place is popular by the amount of people sitting when it’s still so early in the night. The sun hasn’t completely set, but you can already feel the temperature drop a little — not too much, you think, to forgo the pool later.

Jungkook eats like he’s been starving the whole day. One entrée isn’t enough for him, so he orders two and you feel like you should save some room for the burger coming in later. His fingers are greasy from all the fried chicken, so are his lips, and you can’t help but smiling fondly at him when he looks up from the bone he just sucked on.

Right then, you wonder how in the world you ended up with him on the other side of the planet — the odds were never in your favor, but everything worked out somehow.

Ending up on the other side of the planet was the easy part.

The walk back to the house seems longer. Maybe it’s the weight of all the food in your stomach, maybe you’re finally feeling the need to rest after another busy day driving and seeing new places — maybe it’s both. Jungkook seems to feel it too, lazily swaying your connected (thoroughly cleaned) hands, dragging his feet and showing signs of running low on energy. For a moment, you think it’s possible he forgets about the pool and decides to just go to bed.

However tired, his eyes light up when he sees the pool area like it’s the first time and you have to admit it looks incredible. The water is so still it doesn’t look real and small decorative lamps illuminate it all around, creating a peaceful and inviting atmosphere. You can see how spent Jungkook is by the way his shoulders seem to be leaning forward a bit, but, still, he’s taking off his shirt and mumbling something about changing into a different pair of shorts.

Maybe he’s right. A quick dip in the water might just be the thing to relax your body and prepare it for the best sleep of your life.

Jungkook is already in the water when you come back in a bikini — with his back pressed to the pool, head resting on the edge and hair a wet mess. His eyes may be barely open, but he still sees you and raises a lazy hand out of the water to invite you in.

“It’s surprisingly not cold,” he assures you, a comforting smile on his lips. “Also, it’s not as deep, I’m just not really standing properly.”

A giggle leaves your lips as you move to sit on the edge right next to where he is, carefully letting a foot in to surprisingly — as Jungkook said — not immediately remove it because it’s too cold. You just wanted to sit there for a while getting used to the temperature before committing to a full dip, but he’s not having it.

“Come on,” Jungkook whines a little, clinging onto one of your legs. “We don’t have much time before I fall asleep in the water and drown.” He snorts and you can’t help falling for his shy smile. “I want to hold you in the water while we look at the stars together.”

“We can do that tomorrow if you want,” you suggest, trying not to let his words melt you completely while you move to fix a wet strand of hair in front of his eyes. “We’re staying here for one more night.”

However, in true Jungkook fashion, he doesn’t give up. “But I want it right now.”

And, in true you fashion, you give in to him.

The next morning, you wake up with a heavy and warm arm on top of your frame. The heat from Jungkook’s body on your back becomes too much as the hours pass and the room gets hit by an increasingly hotter sun. Unfortunately, it seems like your brain can’t get your limbs to move away from him without regaining consciousness.

It’s past 9 in the morning by the time you stretch an arm towards your phone. Groaning, you try reaching out for the air conditioner remote, but it’s maybe an inch too far. Before you can wiggle out of his grasp, though, you hear a low objection, grunt muffled by your own hair and skin.

Softly, you mutter a few words. “Just a second, Guk, I really need to get that.”

Subconsciously or not, Jungkook eases the grip he has around your middle and you’re finally able to hold the remote in your hands, lowering the temperature and increasing the speed. After the few beeps, a minute passes and you’re taking a deep breath, happy to feel the cool air around your limbs.

“You’re shivering now,” he says, surprising you after a long and comfortable silence. Blindly, he feels around for the white sheets, fixing them on your torso all the way to your chin.

“I’m not shivering,” you assure him, uncovering an arm in a stubborn act. “I have a t-shirt on, it’s fine.”

He hums. “I’ll have you out of that in around thirty minutes. Don’t count on it too much.”

You smile, turning to him, but Jungkook still has his eyes closed. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“I told you: thirty minutes. Don’t rush, we’re on vacation,” he justifies himself, words lazy just like the smirk that appears on his lips. “Let me wake up properly.”

True to his words, you both rest for a little while before Jungkook starts making his move. You would’ve guessed he had fallen back to sleep from how steadily he was breathing just a few seconds ago, but you couldn’t have been more wrong — not when his lips are connected to the column of your throat and you begin to feel the weight of his body on your left side.

Suddenly, your whole world is surrounded by him. All you can feel, see and smell is made of Jungkook, from his hair tickling your face to the firm hand wandering around like it’s discovering your body for the first time. You sigh and moan a little when he marks you particularly hard or when his right hand moves to place your leg around his waist and you just know he’s satisfied. Jungkook lives for that, for knowing he does that to you.

There’s a light and soft laugh coming out of his lips before he turns to the other side of your neck, head stopping midway to plant a chaste and quiet kiss on your lips.

“Promise me we’ll stay inside the whole day.” He’s just slightly out of breath, a feat that doesn’t go unnoticed by you — not after he’s taken care of your left side like that. He’s always so dedicated. “I really don’t want to get out of the house.”

“If you don’t want to.” The words would be perfectly accompanied by a shrug, but his body weight doesn’t let you. It’s just the right amount of pressure to feel him everywhere and, if you paid enough attention, you’d be able to sense his quick heartbeats too. “Yeah, we can stay in.”

“Good.”

You can see his eyes sparkle before he’s too close to focus, head dipping in to take your lips again. This time, however, the kiss is far from pure, delicately but firmly moving to open up your mouth and work restlessly until you’re completely out of breath.

You don’t know exactly when he starts slowly motioning his hips forward, senses overloaded with him everywhere, but you can feel your whole body respond to it. When you sigh yet again and his name comes out in a whimper, hand gripping his neck like your life depends on it, he knows.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he suggests, now a little bit past slightly out of breath as he proceeds to lift the t-shirt up and up until it’s free and thrown somewhere.

You couldn’t check the time then, but, if you could, you’d notice exactly thirty one minutes have passed.

“Have you even applied any sunscreen?” You call out from the inside of the house, holding a simple and delicious cup of cold water in your hands.

When you’re thirsty, everything will taste incredible.

“No!” He simply answers, ridding his hair of the excess water. “I’m only staying for twenty minutes while you shower, no need for sunscreen.”

“Yes need for sunscreen,” you disagree, sipping your water one last time before rummaging through your bag in search of the light blue bottle.

You immediately feel it in your skin as soon as you’re not covered by the roof of the house anymore. It is, after all, almost lunch time and the sun is at its peak — beautiful, majestic and burning hot. It only takes a few steps for you to reach the border of the pool and Jungkook gets the message, slowly walking towards you in the water.

“Dry your face and shoulders, please,” you demand at once, throwing him a small towel that was hanging around one of the lounge chairs. Luckily, he’s quick enough to catch it before it falls into the pool.

Still, Jungkook complains quietly. “It’s just twenty minutes, it’s really not a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal until your cheeks are completely red,” you argue, squeezing a bit of the product on your fingers and soon applying it to his forehead and down his blushed nose. “Look, it’s already rosy from the walk we took. You should’ve asked for the sunscreen earlier.”

“Okay, okay,” he begrudgingly agrees just as he closes his eyes, your hands running close to the eyebrows. “You know what? We should’ve booked this place for one more day.”

“You think so?” You ask, finally bringing your hands back and closing the lid of the sunscreen bottle. “Don’t dip your head in the water for at least a few minutes, please,” you warn.

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve been to LA before, we know how it is. I think I like it here more,” Jungkook explains, swimming backwards towards the middle of the pool. “We’re staying in a hotel for two days before going back home. A hotel doesn’t have this.”

“The hotel has a pool.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully. “You know what I mean. We can’t have this in a hotel.”

“We can just rest for two days,” you suggest. “Wake up and eat and nap and eat and…”

He laughs and twirls in the water. “I hate to interrupt you, but we’ll be late for checkout if you don’t go shower.”

“Right.”

There’s something about being on the road with him that brings you nothing but peace. It must be the perfect combination of clear skies, warm winds, the comfortable silence and the freedom of being on the road. Even with a destination in mind, it doesn’t feel like you need to follow it through. You can go anywhere, do anything, stop the car in the middle of nowhere and stare at the sea for an hour if you want to.

It almost makes you feel nostalgic for something that is happening right now.

The road gets busier and busier the closer you get to the city. Around here, you can see the mansions up in the hills, the exclusive restaurants here and there, and the fancy cars accelerating past the maximum speed displayed on the road signs of Malibu. Still, when you slowly press the brakes to stop on a red light, it feels like you’re in your own little world.

It’s always like this. He’s there and, suddenly, it hits. Everything around you melts, there’s nothing else. Sometimes, when Jungkook’s in the room, it almost looks like he shines — to you, there’s a bright, golden aura surrounding him. It’s warm, inviting and irresistible.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything when he sees the corners of your lips tug up without a reason, deciding to just mirror them. Once again, you find yourself wishing you could freeze this moment — this very moment. Just as his smile reaches his sparkling eyes and an airy laugh escapes his lips.

“Baby, the lights have just turned green.”

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ship-ambrosia · 3 years

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“The Balladeer”

Scaramona Week - Day 1: Mafia AU

Lol I’m already late a day… two days technically cuz at the time I’m posting this it’s 14 minutes into Day 3. Go Bree!

CW: suggestive but not too detailed. Scaramouche gets a little extra handsy near the end

Day 1: Starving performer Mona stumbles across a weapons deal gone very, very bad; she should have run, but there’s something about watching a guy around the same age as her gun down a group of people that freezes Mona to the spot. She also unknowingly saves the Fatui Harbingers’ life; despite that, Scaramouche still blames her for the loss of the supplies and forces her into debt with the gang until she can make that sort of money back. But the harbinger is very interested in her; perhaps her situation can be arranged to benefit them both.

Mona was used to a lot of bad luck in her life.

Most of it stemmed from her astrology hobby, which consistently caused her to buy an increasingly large number of expensive supplies. If she could just get popular enough to start making money off that, she would be able to live comfortably. But she didn’t, and her dancing career had hardly picked up, which caused her to be able to just barely afford the cheap, rundown studio apartment that she rented. And really, that brand new telescope she had just gotten was just so much better than rent.

She’s a classically trained ballerina - okay, not fully trained yet, in the middle of training - but despite that she had been unable to land anything more than a few roles in the Favonius Company every time one of their permanent members is unable to perform. Mona knew she had one foot in the door there; all she needed was one more push in order to be comfortable.

But just when her life seemed as though it might be looking up, something always had to happen.

Case in point, she’s made a wrong turn on her way back to her apartment; and Mona found herself by the pier, having stumbled across a bunch of guys with two crates full of wicked looking guns.

One guy in particular jumped out at her immediately - impeccably cut dark blue hair, stunningly handsome, almost like a doll the way he was a little too perfect. He looked about the same age as her; which almost made it more terrifying that he’s wearing a white suit that she can just smell the hefty price tag coming off, and the fact that he has a handgun pointed at the group of men across from him. Mona half expected it to turn on her, but it doesn’t, and she did absolutely nothing but watch as it went off. One of the guys dropped, and Mona felt her her blood freeze.

“You think you can scam the Fatui? Just how stupid are you?” He snapped.

Oh god, the Fatui. Immediately after hearing that name, Mona knew she had to get out of there. It was a terribly-kept secret that the Fatui mafia extended its influence throughout the city, throughout the country, really, and were a group of people who aren’t exactly known for showing mercy to anyone who get in their way. Mona was pretty sure it was just pure fear keeping her from running now, as she watched the other group pull their own guns on Mister Good-looking Fatui; but they’re all down on the ground in the next moment, no screams, no sound, no movement, nothing.

As if she wasn’t already in a bad position, Mona gasped in terror at his display. The young guy from the Fatui visibly stiffened in response to the sound, and then immediately turned on her.

The look he gave her was a mixture of incredulous and furious. She’s struck once more by how handsome he was, now able to clearly see the scarlet eyeliner around his eyes. Mona found herself pleasantly amused that someone from an ambitious, cruel gang would take the time to care about his appearance so much.

And then she remembered she just watched him shoot a bunch of guys dead, and Mona finally unfroze herself. With adrenaline kicking in and all sense of logic going out the window, she did the worst possible thing she can do; she turned and ran.

“Hey!” She heard him yell, but she’s counting on those dancer legs of hers to carry her out of trouble. It’s a futile wish, however, which she learned quickly. Mona made it barely a hundred feet away from where she had been standing before a hand wrapped around her arm, jerking her back into a hard body. She turned and looked up at him, and there was only anger burning in his eyes now.

“You should have run when I didn’t know you were there,” he growled at her.

Mona was so terrified, she doesn’t even know how to respond. All she could do was stare up at him, blankly, and pray that he killed her quickly.

And then the crates he had been standing next to not even a minute ago exploded.

Mona screams, and the two of them were knocked to the ground in the blast. The Fatui cursed under his breath as he flattened himself on top her, almost like he was shielding her but she knew he was probably more likely just trying to get himself as far from danger as he could. She could do nothing but lay still beneath him, terrified of what she had gotten herself into.

The next minute was quiet. One heartbeat, two, three, four… and then she was being yanked to her feet by the guy.

“Damn it,” he growled again, his grip on her arm even harsher than it had already been. “You’re coming with me.”

As he jerked her along, Mona finally found her voice. “W-wh-what was that?! What happened?”

“I thought they were just trying to scam us, but they were trying to kill me,” he said, plainly, like that isn’t the most horrible thing she has ever heard someone say. “Looks like chasing after you saved my life.”

He pushed her into an alleyway as they passed by suddenly, shoving her back against the wall of a nearby building.

“Don’t scream. Don’t do anything. Don’t say anything. Got it?”

She nodded miserably.

“Technically you saved my life so I’m not going to kill you.”

She allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief. His grip tightened and she zipped up again.

“That doesn’t mean jack shit, sweetheart,” he leaned in toward her, growling in her ear. Mona’s blood ran cold. “You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. You ran from a Fatui Harbinger. And I’m not in a good mood right now, so I’m probably going to pin the loss of those supplies on you, too.”

She almost protested, but bit her tongue to keep from saying anything she would regret. She didn’t know what Harbinger meant, but the sound of it couldn’t be anything good.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do. I’m gonna walk you home, so that I know where you live and there isn’t any chance of you skipping out on me,” he spoke deep, and slow, but it did little to relax her. “You’re going to put on your best getup, you know what I mean? And you’re going to go over to our nightclub Abyss tonight. You’re going to tell the bouncer that Balladeer sent you. And then I’m going to let Tsaritsa herself decide what to do about you.”

He smiled as he pulled away from her, and a chill went down Mona’s spine. She didn’t know who Tsaritsa was, but the word definitely meant queen; was she really going to come face to face with the leader of the Fatui? And after everything that had just happened - a part of her wanted to run. That part of her was very sure she was going to die tonight.

Still, Mona swallowed her pride, silently willed the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes to stop, and nodded.

“Good girl,” The Balladeer replied, and she might’ve been into the praise if this was a guy she picked up at a club; not a gang member who forced her to go to one. He released his grip on her, but commanded her forward. The look in his eyes made her pretty sure there was nothing she could do to get out of this. With her feet like two blocks of lead, Mona led this dangerous stranger right back to her dinky apartment.

Mona triple-checked herself in the mirror before the time she was supposed to head to Abyss.

She had done exactly as this “Balladeer” had instructed her; dressed in the “best” club wear she had that he’d picked out himself - a tight, short, dark blue velvet dress - and texted the number he had left in her phone that she was leaving. Her heart was thumping in her chest, completely scared out of her mind. She couldn’t even tell her friends where she was going in case her body was dumped in a ditch; “Balladeer” had promised to go after anyone she told, too. All she could do was hope and pray for the best outcome.

But what WAS the best outcome for her, when she was taking the blame for the mafia losing thousands of dollars merchandise?

Just the idea of how much money that could possibly be - and the thought that she might take that on as a debt of some kind - had Mona quaking in her stiletto heels. Those guns were probably worth more than she had ever had in her life; hell, the Balladeer’s white suit probably cost more money than she’d ever had, and he would probably blame her for getting that dirty when he had shoved her to the ground, too.

The Abyss was a daunting, dark building. Despite the neon lights and the thumping music, all she saw was a gaping hole that was going to swallow her up. Mona was so shell-shocked standing before that door that she hardly realized the bouncer was speaking to her until he started to shoo her away.

“I don’t have time for this-“ he was grumbling, and Mona snapped back to attention.

“Get your hands off me!” She exclaimed. “I am not any more pleased to be here than you are, but I’m here to see a man called The Balladeer.”

At the sound of her speaking his title, the bouncer immediately straightened. “Apologies. The Balladeer never said what you would look like. Only that you’d say he sent you.”

His expression became almost apologetic - no, pitiful - and Mona thought she hated that even more.

“I’d lose the attitude, miss,” he mumbled to her as he ushered her inside. “The Harbingers like their prisoners a little too much when they bite back.”

His words made the shivers go down her spine again, reminding her once again what was potentially waiting for her here. Her entire attitude shifted back to the poor girl being blackmailed by the Fatui, and she forced her knees to stop knocking as the bouncer pointed her in the direction of the back of the club. “Head to the Throne, it’s the room in the back and up the stairs. Just make sure ya keep telling security that The Balladeer sent you.”

Mona did as she was told, attempting to weave her way through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. She stopped dead when she felt hands on her hips, pulling her back into a hard, masculine body that started grinding against her aggressively.

The man learned down next to her and whispered something in a language she didn’t recognize. Well, now she didn’t have to wonder if it was Balladeer or not.

The guy let out a high-pitched yelp when she dug the stiletto heel of her shoe into his ankle, shoving him off her as she whirled around to face him.

“Honestly! How do you expect to catch a woman like that?”

Once more her pride got the best of her, and Mona momentarily forgot again that she was supposed to meet with the boss of the Fatui mafia.

The guy, looking completely pissed, stood up again and nearly growled as he stomped toward her. Mona realized she had pissed off the wrong guy and looked around for some assistance; but help found her. She felt another hand on her suddenly, around her waist as it jerked her back into another body. This one was as cold and hard as stone.

“You’d be making a mistake if you laid one finger on a girl who belongs to me,” came a familiarly cold voice, and if someone had told Mona she’d ever be happy to hear only a day ago, she wouldn’t have believed them.

She looked up and sure enough there was the Balladeer, with his impeccable dark hair, mesmerizing dark eyes surrounded by scarlet eyeliner. He’d changed his white suit for a purple ensemble that looked like a Inazuman kimono, and suddenly she could see it. He was Inazuman. She found this odd, since the Fatui were based out of Snezhnaya, and they were just outside the city of Mondstadt, where Mona was living.

Her mouth went dry. He looked damn good in that kimono.

As quickly as he had accosted her, the thug shrunk back. The warning of the bouncer’s words jumped back into Mona’s head, but just a heartbeat too late; “When did you decide I belonged to you?” She snapped.

Balladeer gave her a smirk, pulling her a little closer which made her blanch. “The moment you didn’t run, and chose to watch me kill a group of bastards. You’re a fan of the dangerous boys, aren’t you?”

Was he… flirting with her? Mona wanted to scream, throw up, cry… and all he did was smirk and tease her. He was lucky she opted for just an eyeroll.

“I just want to speak to your Tsaritsa,” she attempted a more confident air by angling her face just up slightly. Balladeer was actually very short, so she could almost pretend she was looking down at him. Almost.

He clicked his tongue in disagreement as he led Mona to the back of the club, his damn arm not moving a single way, up or down.

“Nah, you’ve gotta impress the other harbingers before you can meet her. You’ve gotta show you’re worth investment. Money is money, after all.”

She stared at him in shock for a moment. He was basically dragging her to the Throne now. “I’m just some random girl you pulled off the street, how on earth could you be sure I can impress them?”

“You’re a pretty girl off the street, who is going to owe me thousands of dollars,” he corrected with a grin. “I don’t think you have any other choice but to.”

With those words of encouragement, Balladeer directed her inside a darkened room. Mona took a deep breath before allowing herself to look up at the people waiting for her.

There was a breathtakingly beautiful woman sitting on one of the lounge chairs with a drink in hand, blonde hair in long waves, a dress of black and red that showed off exaggerated hourglass curves and lots of skin. She wore a black lace mask over her eyes which somewhat concealed her appearance, and Mona wondered if she was perhaps worried of people recognizing her. The smile she flashed Mona was sickly sweet, predatory, like a lioness waiting for the opportunity to go in for the kill.

Across from her and leaned up against a wall, was another handsome young man; his attractiveness was more boyish and charming, unlike Balladeer who’s beautiful was haunting and almost supernatural. He had a gray suit on with the red shirt beneath unbuttoned low enough to expose his collarbone and the top of his pectoral muscles, something Mona would’ve found extremely hot if she met this guy in a different circumstance. He had a mess of ginger hair and a blood red jewel dangling from one of his ears. Mona saw him turn to look when they arrived, saw him check her out once, and grinned.

The third man had teal hair, and he also wore a mask, though it cover three-quarters of his face. She could clearly see his teeth in his smiling mouth, which had all been sharpened into points; and his eyes, glittered with insanity. He too, looked Mona completely over once, but with a sort of excited hunger in his eyes. She noticed the bag at his side, saw the needle end of a syringe sticking out, and shifted a little closer to Balladeer as a new wave of fear washed over her.

“So this is the problem girl,” the woman said, her voice silky like fine wine.

“She’s pretty,” said the youngest man. “I can work with pretty.”

“Don’t you think you’ve got enough girls you can work with, Childe?” Said the deranged-looking man. “I’ve run out of test subjects.”

“She owes us money,” the woman snapped. “You can’t take her for your fucked up research.”

“You can call them Signora, Childe, and Dottore,” Balladeer told her, as if unfazed by the conversation taking place.

Childe gave her a little bow and a wink. “Pleasure to meet ya, girlie.”

Signora rolled her eyes. “Childe, do you ever turn it off? For heaven’s sake, she’s almost trembling. I don’t think she’s going to fuck you.”

“She could use a friendly face then, don’t you think?”

Balladeer shoved her forward suddenly, and Mona stumbled until she caught her self in the center of the lounge sofa, between Signora and Childe. She looked up to see Dottore had made his way closer. He was the last of the four Harbingers present that she wanted anywhere near her, and so when Childe sat down she moved closer to where she was almost on his lap. When his hands went around her waist, she bit back a scream. He leaned in against her ear.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you from all the big bad Fatui men,” his tone was half flirting half mocking, and Mona hated it all.

“Can you do anything besides look pretty?” Signora sneered. “Anything to make money a little faster?”

Mona blanched. “Well I’m certainly not about to sell my body for you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Childe laughed. “That’s what they all say.”

“Get your hands off me,” she growled at him. When Childe did as she asked she was somewhat surprised; Mona found her gaze toward Balladeer again, to see what his reactions to these people were. His dark eyes were trained on her, but unreadable.

“Have any other useful talents for a group of gangsters, and you won’t have to,” Signora replied, like she was bored of this already.

“I have been trying to be accepted full time into the Favonius Dance company, maybe with your influence, you could get me in a permanent position, then I could give you everything that I don’t need for rent-“

“So you’re a ballerina?” Childe said, cutting her off. “Bet you’re very flexible. Lot of people are into that.”

Dottore gave a sigh. “So she’ll be going to Childe, then.”

Hopelessly as the three of them decided her fate, she did the stupidest thing she had done by far tonight; she looked to Balladeer and pleaded with him to give her anything else.

She was even more shocked when he answered. “Ballerinas require a lot of extreme training to even begin trying to get into a company. We could try making her one of the burlesque girls in the VIP lounge, and instead of paying her, put every performance toward her debt. Then you’re dancing and working for us, huh sweetheart?”

“Hmm, not a bad idea,” Childe answered with a pleased purr. “That still makes her my responsibility. You’re like I’m so generous over your mistake.”

Mona saw that same fury from earlier that day when she first met him, flash over Balladeer’s doll-like face. It occurred to her that he really didn’t like Childe. She could use that. He still scared her, but Balladeer had still treated her the best out of all the Harbingers she had met.

Signora got to her feet. “Alright Mr Responsibility, let’s go report this to the Tsaritsa now. She said she wanted a quick resolution to the matter. Balladeer has delivered us one.”

“Someone’s going to have to remain here with the girl,” Dottore said. “I can.”

“No, I will,” Balladeer spoke up, surprising her once again. He shot a look toward Childe. “Is that alright with you?” His question had a bite so harsh to it, and for a moment the air between the two of them crackled with tension.

“Whatever you wanna do,” he shrugged. “She’s becoming one of my girls, so I’m happy.”

When the other three Harbingers left the room, Mona let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. Her heart was pounding. She had been swimming with sharks, and there was definitely blood in the water, but she was safe. For now.

She looked up when the sofa dipped a bit beside her, and found Balladeer had seated himself next to her.

“You were an idiot to snap at Childe like that,” he said. “He might look like just a flirt, but he’s the deadliest Harbinger. I think the only reason he didn’t kill you was because I was there.”

Childe’s amused, pleased tone suddenly took on a whole new meaning to her, and Mona felt a new fear grip her heart. “And now… I belong to him?”

She should be mad at Balladeer - it was he who forced her into this after all. But she can’t find herself to be angry at him anymore; not when he’s looking at her with interest. Like he wants to know more.

“The way you’re scared of the Fatui… but still can tell that piece of shit to step off… I’ve never seen anyone like you before,” he’s close now, closer than anyone had gotten to her all night, and it’s the first time Mona doesn’t immediately want to push them away. “I never asked… what your name was.”

He steals her breath for a moment hen she feels him tug on one of her ponytails, tangling her hair around his fingers. His other hand clasps her chin in a strong grip, as he runs his thumb over her lip, like he’s trying to coax it out of her.

“It’s… Mona…” she answered softly, after finally finding her voice again.

“Mmm… Mona…” Balladeer repeated, and her heart started beating faster as she discovered she really liked the way he said her name. “Let’s make a new deal… one the others don’t need to know about. I’ll keep any of them from hurting you.”

A heat continued to build within her abdomen as his thumb continued to caress the soft skin of her lips. “And what will you ask of me in return?”

He smirked. The next thing she knew, he was pressing her back against the lounge sofa, his hand moving to cup her cheek while the other gripped her ponytail more fiercely. His lips were on her, playing with the skin of her neck. There was a soft gasp of delight; and then the next heartbeat, Mona realized it had come from her own mouth.

“Belong to me,” he growled, and she felt it more than she heard it, the way his voice vibrated on her skin. “Not to Childe. You belong to Balladeer.”

His grip released on her hair. The hand on her cheek moved down to her waist. The other one slithered up her thigh, beyond the bottom of her dress.

“Ah- yes! Yes sir…”

“You want to moan my name, don’t you?” He asked with a smirk, as his fingers slipped into her. Right there, in the Throne room. Where any of the other Harbingers could return at any moment, he had every intention of claiming her as his girl right then and there. “Very well. You can call me Scaramouche.”

Mona felt her face flush, as her senses began to dull at the mercy of his control.

“Scaramouche…”

#original post by bree #Bree writes #genshin fanfiction #scaramona #Scaramouche x Mona #scaramona week #day 1 - mafia au #spicy #😈#rated 1 spicy level #suggestive

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|Touch Me, Tease Me| M|

SMUT/ A LIL ANGST

(Gif not related...he just looks...good. like..fuck.)

Pairing : Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon eats you out the minute you walk in the door because well...that’s the kinda husband he is!

Or- Jimin text’s Namjoon to brace him for the mood you’ll more than likely be in after a day full of drama and finally firing the front desk receptionist! Which essentially red for him to make you come hard AF and then feed you....OH, and You guys invite Yoongi over to talk about the Tae and Kookie “Thing”

WARNINGS: Oral/ Fingering/Light dirty talk/ Cum play/Light spit play/Over stimulation(M/F)/Pet names/Hand jobs/Body worshiping/ Is nipple play a thing?????/ (Also it’s not said but it’s somewhat obvious the OC is prob ovulating, since shes super emotional, and overly sensitive rn)

Note: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with!

WC:5.7K

Song Reference: Case Ft Foxy Brown “Touch Me Tease Me”

Final note: This is apart of a series, and this can be read as a stand alone..since it’s 90% smut lol however some of the references you won’t understand...

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......Your tired...it’s been a long ass day.... “Baby?” Namjoon’s voice rings through your apartment the minute the door opens, though you can’t physically see him you still feel that honey-coated baritone run down your spine as it bounces off every wall. You close the door behind you with a heavy sigh, leaning against it letting as if your life depended on it, eyes fluttering shut immediately, more so mentally drained than anything else!

“Yea?” Your response comes out dryer than intended but you know Namjoon knows you well enough to not even be phased by it. You hear his feet patter into the foyer, still not bothering to open your eyes yet, everything just feels so damn heavy that even that alone seems exhausting!

Until eventually you start to feel the steam radiating off his body, followed by the owe so familiar scent of pine and vanilla...His allergies have been killing him lately so he opted to work from home today instead...clearly fresh out the shower.

The weight shifts against the door as he braces his hands on either side of your head, leaning down to nose at your face like a cat. Leaning into his touch as he works his way down your neck, even as gentle as his touch currently is you still feel it everywhere...everything just feels extremely sensitive today! Silently coaxing you to open your eyes, only to be met by those sharp, beautiful brown orbs of his...skin still holding a slight sheen over is tattooed chest..hair damp, face flushed. Nothing discrete in the ways yours eyes greedily unravel his body...not that there's much to unravel anyway. He's only wearing joggers for fucks sake.

Namjoon lets out a low hum, as he places a couple kisses along the hinge of your jaw “I heard someone had a shitty ass day….” He phrases it more of a statement than a question as he nips at your skin, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on the side of your neck as he unties your jacket. Soothing his hands down your arms as he helps you step out of it..letting it fall where it may. Lacing your arms around his neck, releasing a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, but that’s what he does to you. Effortlessly, he puts your mind and body at ease...you feel his breath ghost over your hair, hot, wet, wanting, the grip he holds on your waist seems to be the only thing keeping you remotely grounded right now! Titling your chin upwards silently,asking and he gives it to you, because of course he does, this man can't deny you a damn thing even if he tried.

He gently brings your lips together, coaxing your mouth open in a way that has you moaning out instantly, letting your hands slide down his sides gripping his waist. Once his lips touch yours there's no other way to describe the feeling except relief, utter fuckin relief, slips through every cell in your body as you both sigh into it. Realistically you know, everything will be okay, you know it’s just one bad day, but for some reason right now...it just feels heavy every thing just feels fucking heavy and you really just need this..you need him!

Namjoon lets a hand trickle up your back until it meets the nape of your beck, taking an almost possessive grip to keep you in place as he deepens the kiss. Your suddenly feeling really desperate and to be honest you don’t quite know why, however your clawing at your husband's chest like your touch starved knowing damn well your far from it. Namjoon has always been a very..versatile lover..theirs time and place, he doesn't need to always be in “Daddy dom mode”, and he knows you like the back of his hand. Well aware you need some kind of anchor, some form of control right now after the day you just had so he lets you take it. He lets you lick into his mouth as you please and he swallows every moan that slips past your lips as he rocks his hips into yours making your knees weak and your chest feel like it’s caving in on itself.

However no matter how desperate you feel right now, the kiss doesn't add to your state of arousal….it calms your mind...slowing all the gears down. Your body on the other hand, is a completely, different story it has a mind of its own . not that you blame it, not when you have a half naked Namjoon Kim pressed flush against you, caging you against the door!

You swear your apartment feels at least 10 degrees hotter than it was when you walked in, suddenly Namjoon is impatiently tugging at your dress. Alternating between stretching it and balling it into a fist. “This... fuckin dress” You instantly knew he wanted skin on skin, so you gave it too him. Pulling back just enough so he can tug your dress over your head leaving you in front of him in nothing but your bra, panties and high heels. “What do you need, baby?” He pants into your mouth “Just tell me what it is and I’ll give it to you…” Without responding you tug him closer, caging him between your thighs and the 6 inches on your feet putting the two of you damn near at eye level for once!

You don’t actually respond initially, however the way your entire body deflated into the door just says it all.... And that’s what snaps him out of his lush clouded haze for a moment. I mean yeah he wants to rip you apart..but this isn't about him, it was never about him. So, he steps back, and you damn near whine at the lack of contact, but you silently watch, as he cocks his head to the side taking a moment to look at you. I mean really look...and …he coos lightly, reaching up to thumb at your jaw, swallowing hard, breath a little uneven.

“Your tired” He notes gingerly as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and you try to smile but it doesn't quite work.

“I am, baby, mentally more than anything else…” It’s not like there’s been one catastrophic thing that’s taken place...it’s also not like you haven’t been through way worse. Your hormones are just fucking with you hard today, on top of the fact that there’s just a lot going on. Firing Jordan before you even know if the new hire is really gonna show up! This underlying tension between Tae and Kook that you can already tell Yoongi’s gonna get sucked into which will not end well! There’s nothing he hates more than petty drama...then there’s the Spectrum launch in Vegas next month….it’s just...yeah..yeah!

He nods knowing full well the chaos running through your mind, hating that you look like your handling the load for both of you though….

“We don’t have to do anything, I can run you a bath, we can cuddle, I can even chill out here and give you your space...I just…” Gripping your face in the palm of his hands with a deep sigh, eyes clearly uneasy by the blatant strain in yours “I need your mind to slow down a little ...yeah need!” Answering the unasked question within your gaze “I don't- you know you can always talk to me right?!” Thick brows furrowing in the center of his face “ I don’t care how busy I am...always ..” Squeezing your face to emphasize the point “Did I-did I do something? Are we okay?” The way he staggers over his words, timid and faint as if he thinks he’s the problem is just….

Ohhh Joonie baby! Leaning in to press your forehead flush against his...trying to latch onto some of his energy, because it;s always 10 times calmer than yours....

“Were fuckin solid baby” Tilting your head upwards to kiss him, quick but firm! “There’s just a lot on my mind...including you...constantly…” You offer the strongest smile you can muster “But your far from the issue” Eyes locking with his “And no, I don’t wanna move, I don’t want space, just want you-“

“You got me…” He cuts you off instantly taking your hands in his, feeling how they are scrambling along his skin. Your all over the damn place, almost frantically as if your afraid he’s going to evaporate! So he opts to guide the pads of your fingers along his chest, stomach…

“I just want you to touch me,until I forget about everything and everybody else. Just touch me baby, make me feel good….that’s all I need” The last words hushed off your lips as if the two of you were in a room full!

He looks down at you, with the perfect combination of lust and love... “Yeah, yeah, I’ll always make you feel good baby…” Your almost breathless once his lips find the curve of your neck again, heading towards your shoulder blade. His touch is tender, soft, gentle…. “Always be your escape from the rest of the world whenever you need me to me…” Namjoon gives you a soft dimpled smile,that has your chest clinching painfully tight, and the way his body shielded yours it was almost as if he was hiding you from everyone else. You felt safe, in his arms like this ``Let me take care of you tonight.”

Namjoon doesn't phrase it as a question because he knows how badly you need this. However his delivery is soft enough not to make you feel...forced...

You nod somewhat breathlessly, to be honest you’ve never been good at being completely pliant, and no, everything isin’t always a dom/ sub dynamic but it's still rare you just lay there and “receive” without giving something in return! Your hands are still all over the place though, like you don’t know how to just be taken care of. As if you feel as though you have to be doing something! Which only makes him lean in and kiss you again, harder, deeper, trying to slow you down...trying to slow your mind down...

The slow languid slide of his tongue against yours, leaning in to press his forehead to your temple. While you both try to catch your breath, “Breathe, it’s just you and me….I got you…” .

“I know” You nod pressing your body as tight to Namjoon’s as you can, your minds a hazy fucking mess but you know you want him, all over you and then some. Your tired and you just wanna be touched, sometimes you forget how addicted you truly are for the feeling of Namjoon’s mouth against your own. Especially during moments like this, when it’s soft, determined, heavy, when you can tell he's pouring everything he has into it...putting every ounce of his beaning to that kiss as if that's all he has to give! “I know…” You echo again, more so for your own sanity than anyone else's.

You can’t help but start to rock against him and you instantly feel Namjoon’s cock flesh against your inner thigh. He’s getting harder by the second as his hands claw down your back and your skin feels like it’s scorching hot beneath the pads of his fingers. It’s like he knows what your thinking too, the minute you feel him pulsing against you “Don’t worry about me, this aint about me…” He mumbles between kisses, those skillful lips of his latch onto your jaw “There’s no way in hell I could ever see you standing in front of me and not be hard as fuck, but I’m not worried about me and my needs right now….so tell me what you want baby…”

“Namjoon” You whine, mind and body feeling completely overwhelmed “I can’t even think straight right now I just want…”

Namjoon just smirks as he kisses you again, tongue hot and heavy against your bottom lip as he licks at the seam “Then don’t think, just let me have you, let me do what I want, what you need.. ” Sliding his hands down your back until his palms land on your ass and he squeezes tight, rocking your hips forward with a moan, and this man never fails to knock the air straight out of your lungs! As you hum out a poor excuse for a response “Can I do that baby? Can I just take care of you and make you feel good?”

“Let me in...” The words hushed against your lips and damn near knocked the wind out of you in the process, because you knew he didn't just mean sexually...he meant in every sense of the word.

‘Fuck” Whines form your lips as you suck Namjoons between your teeth, the word “Yes” hushes off your tongue so faint he barley hears you! He pulls back slowly, leaning down to run his nose along your jaw, tailing the path with his tongue, then leaving an array of open mouth kisses right beneath. Namjoon can feel you continiously rock your hips down against his thigh and he can’t help but smile against your skin, tensing the muscle to add to the stimulation “Taste me...” You finally implore voice completely wrecked with need!

He moans against your neck “Mm yeah?You wanna feel my tongue all over your pussy baby? You wanna come on my face?” “This man had the sexiest bedroom eyes you’d ever seen, biting down on his bottom lip…hips slowly grinding down into you. “Yeah, your coming all over it face” Rehprahasing it as a statement as opposed to a question and you feel goosebumps breakout along every inch of your skin.

Namjoon leans back down crashing your lips together, he’s kissing you with a purpose now! It was a little messy, more tongue than skill on both ends at this point not that either of you cared. Hands roaming up your body, as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. Before moving down to sprinkle kisses over your neck, down your jaw, where he starts sucking at your skin. Clearly leaving marks that you and your concealer would have fun covering tomorrow but you could care less! Every time he sucks your skin between those skilled lips of his you let out a muffled sigh, which filtered into a deep needy moan that and your husbands skin felt like it was burning from the inside out!

It’s a mixture of a kiss and a nuzzle as he works his way down your body, eyes flicking up, hazy and heavy watching every reaction. Moaning in unison as your whines fill the apartment the more he marks you, the more he takes his time exploring and cherishing your body as if it’s his sole purpose on this earth. As if his cock isint hard as fuck and throbbing in his pants right now.

Reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side, letting out a sasatifed hum once he notices how hard your nipples already are. Leaning forward to just blow along your aerola until your hissing and squrimng beneath him. Namjoon grazes your nipples with his lips, and your already arching into his mouth before he even laces his tongue around the bud. Chasing the pleasure which only has Namjoon moaning against you even louder, your loud needy, and making a mess in your panties and you can’t even get yourself to care. Not when your husband's lips and tongue keep repeatedly grazing over your aerola to the point where you actually feel like you could come. The way he’s taking his time to suction each bud between his lips has your thighs are shaking!

“Fuck, my babies so sensitive today…”

You barely even acknowledge the statement your already so far gone, especially once he takes one nipple between his mouth, toying it with his tongue while flicking the other with his index finger and thumb. It has you shaking, gasping, and shuddering, back arching wordlessly asking for more.. Everything just feels like too much and not enough all at the same damn time!

“Baby” Namjoon whispers almost awestruck upon sliding his hands between your thighs, feeling how wet you are, a deep, moan slips from the back of his throat. “Fuck”

Namjoon’s lips finally started to paint a trail south and god he knows how to rip you apart with his tongue you were already a damn mess! Finally making his way further down, kicking and sucking a path down your stomach. Eventually dropping down to his knees, the site of those big brown eyes gazing up at you, lids heavy, completely blown out, that alone already had you feeling light headed!

You can feel him smiling against your skin, dimples and all as he kisses at your lower stomach, loving the ways the muscles contract beneath his lips. “Your so fuckin gorgeous …” He coos’s against your skin, as he hooks his fingers around the side of your panties. “Relax” Breaths again your skin and you gasp spreading your legs on command.

Forehead resting against your stomach, while his hands kneaded at your thighs, planting open mouth kisses right above your center. Goosebumps appearing in the wake of his lips, you could feel him smirking against your skin from how antsy you are! Already well aware of how bad your body was screaming for him at this point. Sucking down on the area, leaving a bouquet of bruises behind for you to look down at and relive all over again .

“Namjoon please…”You plead, rocking your hips forward, until he tugs at the seam of your panties, effortlessly ripping the thin lace apart. The slight pain from the coarse fabric dragging against your skin, accompanied by your husband's blatant desier to give you what you want has you moaning even harder.

“Holy shit” The moment he slid your panties hit the ground and your arousal hit his nose, the scent rippes a pained moan from his throat. If you didn't know any better you'd swear his mouth was watering once he tricked his fingers between your lips that were literally running down his hand. Pulling back much to your dismay only to lock his gaze with yours as he slowly sucks them between his lips one by one! The sight of him ,devouring your juices off of his fingers felt like enough to make you cum right there. Moaning against his hand as if you were the best thing he tasted all damn day. “God, taste so good baby”

You can feel his breath right against your pussy and it’s already making a muffled whine slip past your lips before he really even dose anything. Sliding his index finger in slowly ,going knuckle deep all in one notion, curling it upward until the thick diamond encrusted band on his finger was flicking against your clit! There's already intense pressure building in the pit of your stomach as you try to steady yourself against the door. The slick sound of him teasing up your center had your ears burning. “Babyyyy “ his face almost reflecting pain as he watched how wet you were for him and only him . The way your juices were just dripping down your inner thighs, looking, back at you as if he just wanted to slide in right then and there. But as he said, this wasn;t about him….this was all about his baby, and she asked for him to taste her...so that’s all he cared about!

“Jooon ...please” Eyes heavy as you glanced down at him whining …shifting your hips against his hands .

“You don’t gotta beg…” Leaning down to blow against your clit “At least not today” God, he looked like the perfect combination of an angel and the damn devil as he smirked up at you.

“Fuck, well just put your tongue on my clit and make me cum plea-a-oh fuck” Finally letting his tongue go where you’ve been aching for him, sliding up and down your slit slowly, and your body felt like it was on fire! The noise you let out once you feel Namjoons tongue hot and wet against you should be utterly embarrassing. But you could give less than a damn, he;s licking around the head of your clit in a way that has your toes curling against the sole of your shoes. Your body was hypersensitive today, every time his tongue touched you it felt like it was enough for you to come! Like he’s been edging you for hours and he just. Fucking. Started!

Namjoon pushing his tongue past your entrance, joining his fingers and your eyes fall shit , grip tightening on the doorknob, as bolts of pleasure rip through your veins. Your already sweating. The feeling of his tongue burning deep inside you rocking in tune with his fingers, the wet obscene sounds that fill your apart, you fuckin live for it! Everything just felt hot,your clit was already rock hard and your thighs were wavering like a leaf in the wind! The 6 inches on the bottom of your shoes are no longer working in your favor, not trusting your legs to support yourself, and clearly neither did he so he shifted our body seamlessly, wrapping your legs around his shoulders. Propping you up, so he could bury his face right where you wanted him and he was deep. He had you at the perfect angle to actually engulf his tongue within your entrance, just teasing your walls enough to have them trying to clench around the muscle!

You drop your head against the door, if you weren’t so far gone it would probably hurt, “Oh, my god, baby push your fingers in deeper” You choke on a moan and it feels like your entire body is trying to coil in on itself as your husband dose exactly as you ask. Wrapping his lips back around your clit, sucking in, moaning against your skin sending what felt like vibrations through your entire body. Pushing his fingers in as deep as possible, curling them alongside his tongue just enough to hit the soft right spot that he can find with his eyes closed at this point. The sensation rips through every cell in your body and your suddenly teetering over the edge almost embarrassingly fast.

“Your not gonna last ” He kept his face close as he spoke every word sent your body shaking harder than the next. It wasn’t even meant to be arrogant,or condensing this time, to be honest he was more so speaking to himself than anyone..almost in awe!

“No— fuck, I’m not but please don’t stop, keep going I need it- need you-fuck” The words fell from your lips in a combination of a plea and a whine as you nuzzled your fingers in those dark chocolate locks of his!.He already knew what you needed..to be pushed past you limits...overwork your muscles until they just kinda..shut down...until your mind shut down!

“I’m right here,I got you” Namjoon promised, letting your gaze meet and you struggled to focus, especially with him looking at you like that. Your lips parted, gasping slightly

“That’s it baby. Enjoy it. God, making such a fuckin mess too…” You can feel yourself almost pushing your heat right into his face at this point your so damn needy! Namjoon moans, blunt nails digging into your ass to keep you in place.

“My baby’s feelin good huh?” Namjoon’s voice is somewhat strained, setting deeper and husker than usual and goddamn

A strangled groan laves your throat that I guess can be considered a coked out moan, there wasn't much talking from that point on. You told Namjoon you wanted to be too overwhelmed to think and that’s exactly what you were! Your apartment filled with nothing but heavy moans, accompanied by the sound of his name leaving your throat at numerous octaves...

He keeps one arm wrapped around your waist to make sure you don’t fall, and though you asked for three, I don't think you were really ready, especially once he tries to spread them out slightly. And you actually scream, literally this is why you'll probably not be offered a lease renewal in a couple months. Your loud….

“Yeah, yeah...there you go....” Namjoon can tell that your right there, so he moves back to suck your clit back into his mouth your thighs instinctively go right around his neck. Almost as if your trying to suffocate him, and obviously you aren’t it;s just a lot...the pressures a lot..your body dosen’t quite know what to do.

Namjoon growls low, and theirs no other way to describe the sound except primal, possessive, and it’s so fucking sexy. “Stop...” Eyes glaring up in your direction, tone calm yet..stern...he may not be in daddy mode but ugh...he always is daddy . You whine but do as he says, far to gone to even be a smart ass right now, and you feel him hum around you! The vibrations hush against your skin. Scissoring his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, he told you he wasn't in the mood to make you beg and he meant it. The sound of his palm smacking against your lips, only grew louder the wetter you got, your own arousal making his hand almost stick to your skin. There was a slight sting, from the bulk of his rings, including his wedding band smacking against your skin yet that only had you moaning even louder. The rough contrast between his smooth stealthy fingers and the thick metal fucking you open!

It was like he could feel that your body was getting use to the rhythm, you were stilll shaking, however you wouldn’t jerk and twitch as hard anymore...so clearly he decided....fuck that! Sliding out and using his index and middle finger to spread your lips apart, just enough to let him attack the tip of your clit as he needed. Sucking hard, as if he was trying to swallow you whole! Pursing his lips to spit right on the bud, not that you needed it just because he loved you messy! Flicking and rolling his tongue against the most sensitive area of your body , and you felt your walls start to contract, around, fuck imagination at this point because his fingers weren’t in you but it didn't matter!

“Baby….fuck- “ Head lolling back to hit the door even harder this time. Fuck you’re gonna have a migraine, your moans are growing louder, gaze heavy, lightheaded as your eyes slowly met the back of your head.

Once he had you in his mouth on you like this,in a way that had you shaking, whining, desperate... he slid his fingers back inside you, curling them in and out. Thumb, teasing at your rim, circling the entrance just enough to have you arching into it, silently begging for more though you really couldn’t handle it right now. Probing that rigid patch tucked between your pulsing heat, your walls damn near suffocating his fingers. Every time he tried to pull out, you sucked him right back in, alternating between rolling his tongue against your clit, and sucking down on it. Those lips of his where relentless, treating your clit as if it was a straw and was the thing thats what sent your body over the edge!.You felt your body start to shake, and twitch in his grasp and yet he still didn't release your clit from his mouth even as you came, hard. You knew you had to be running down his faced at this point, and he fucking loved it.

You suddenly felt his eyes on you, and you forced yourself to lookd down at him, as he silently asked for permission to keep going....not even remotely trusting your voice! So, you just tightened the grip you held on his hair, pushing his head back down and Namjoon moaned so loud you almost thought he came.

“Nam-Joonnnnn” Choked from your lungs, eyes squeezing back shut...as his tongue started caressing your lips. Slowly rolling his neck head first into your pussy as if he was giving you a deep passionate kiss..fuck I mean, I guess he was.Is it possible to make love to someones clit with your tongue?! Because if soo...that’s exactly what it felt like Namjoon was doing!

He gradually slowed down his pace, not pulling away completely just yet, laying his tongue flat against your lips.Taking slow, long drags, until his tongue worked his way upwards curling against your pelvic bone. Namjoon licked you from head to toe not that it cleared up anything though, it actually only made more of a mess! As you twitched and jerked at ever flick of the tongue!Finally letting his lips move over to your inner thighs, leaving light butterfly kisses while he waited for your body to stop shaking. Your eyes felt like they were glued shut, and you were hot to the touch. You let him shift you around, not even attempting to help slowly adjusting your body so you could stand, but he knew you really couldn’t. So he kept a arm tight around your waist so you didn’t collapse, since your thighs felt like a damn slinky. Using the back of his palm to wipe the reminder of your essence off his face. Letting his tongue run along his teeth, he smiled down at you, pleased with himself as you couldn’t even keep your eyes open.

Running his thumb against your cheek until finally looked at him... nosing up your face...yet now his eyes read something softer. Less cocky more loving and concerned...He didn't even speak his eyes silently asking....“You good?” His touch was so soft you felt chills coursing down your spine again...only this time for a completely different reason....

You just nodded, a lazy smile tugging on your lips, as you started feeling like you could actually breath again. Taking a firm grip on the hair at the nape of his neck, bringing his lips to meet yours, kissing you deep, love and adoration pouring off your tongue, as you moaned into his mouth. Tasting yourself on every inch of on his mouth. Namjoon reached down, cupping your ass, with both hands wrapping your legs around his waist.

Walking you wordlessly down the long hallway to your master suite, kicking the door shut behind him, the room was dark, the only light came peeping through the curtains. Tossing you back onto the bed, an airy laugh leaving your chest as you bounced along the mattress. Resting on your elbows in a slight arch as your eyes drunk him as he crawled onto the bed, yanking you by your ankles to pull you down to him. Finally sliding your feet out of your Louboutins after fuck, 10 plus hours! Kissing both of your ankles in the process, lightly massaging the balls of your feet before laying them flat on the bed.

“Baby” Fanned past your lips with a smirk as he slid his palm between your thighs, moaning at the way the damn near stuck together. Even now, after you’ve came he hasn’t stopped doing what you've asked...you wanted to be touched welll....

Knees spread on either side of your body, supporting his weight so he’s not sitting directly on top of you. Namjoon’s touching you everywhere, though now your body’s hot and sticky but you don't mind. The pads of his fingers only had fuel to the flame, every inch he touches feels like its scorching against your Egyptian cotton. There's no alternative laced within this either expect taking care of you like he originally offered. His touch is a little stronger though, almost massaging your aching muscles in the process. Leaning down to trail open mouth kisses everywhere he can reach, sucking at your heat induced skin, leaving marks all over the damn place. The other boys will bitch but he could give less than a fuck right now. Not when your moaning and looking up at him so soft, pliant, needy...he’d give you any fucking thing you asked for right now!

You completely shudder beneath him, eyes falling shut, blissed and overwhlemed, and high off of everything that is Namjoon!

“Namjoon….”

Namjoon moans at that, at how needy you sound, leaning down to nose up your jaw “Say it again baby…’ Tracing a mindless path along your skin...and you give him what he wants, nuzzling into the crook of his neck...nipping and sucking his honey coated skin between your teeth. His cock grazes your thigh and no, you gotta do something about this, your mans in pain, he has to be!

Sliding your hand inside his sweats and the minute he goes to dispute you nip at his skin, “Let me..please let me…” The words porpously purr off your tongue in nothing but a moan and as I said..this man can't deny you a damn thing!

He nods against your hair, and you bump him with your nose until he brings his lips over to yours.You kiss him hard sucking his lower lip into your mouth, as you start to stroke him, you can feel him throbbing in your palm, precum leaking all over the damn place Namjoon’s dick actually feels warm in your hand he’s so worked up. Well aware it won’t take much at all he’s essentially been edging himself since you walked in the door!

Your husband breaths heavy and ragged into the kiss he’s already so close…”You took such good care of me Joon, always…” He moans, slightly whiny as he starts to rock his lips into your hand as you stroke him harder. Grip tighter “I love you baby” Thumbing over his slit and he comes, spilling all over your hand and into his sweats a string of moans falls from his lips as, eyes squeezing shut, arms shaking barley able to hold himself up. You don't’ stop though, not until he’s practically swatting your hands away because he can’t take anymore. Sliding your palm free, letting him take in the site, as he tries to steady his breathing, a glint of amusement in yours eyes as you bring it up to your mouth. Namjoon Moans against the side of your face as you lap your tongue over your palm, sucking each finger into your mouth into there redeemed ..clean...

“Fuckkkk” Husks off his tongue..and no matter how exhausted you are you let me fall into you..wrapping your arms and legs around his waist as he nuzzles against the crook of your neck.

The two of you just lay there in comfortable silence for lord knows how long until...

“I know today was hard, and I know it will probably get harder...but, we got this…” Hushes against the side of your face “We came so fuckin far, and were going figure this out...it’s just,,this is all a adjustment for everybody...but we got this…”

You don’t really wanna talk about work any further right now...you just wanna be in this moment with him...so instead you just....

“I love you.”

“And you know I love you”

He reaches up and grabs your jaw, grip firm, something heavy on his chest regardless...laying his forehead against yours.

“Whenever your feelin like this, just remember that it’s okay...and it aint just you....stop trying to bare all this shit by yourself. I’m fucking here, it;s my job to take some of this off your plate!” Nuzzling against your cheek “Weather that be mentally...emotionally...” Namjoon pauses, letting his eyes trail over all the marks along your body as he bites his lip, dragging it between his teeth “Sexually” Dropping his voice a little nipping at your jaw with a small smirk. Grinding his hips against you until your moaning again while clawing your nails down his back. Leaning in to press his lips against yours, only pulling back enough to speak, tone barley above a whisper....

“I’m here, to help you feel better,to take some of this off your mind, to be whatever the fuck you need, whenever, and however you need it...you just gotta let me. Let me take care of you more baby...let me...fuck” Shaking his head, chuckling almost nervously “Let us, take care of you sometimes...”

You don’t respond any further, only gripping him even tighter, theirs so much to unpack there that you really don’t have the mental capacity for right now. The concept of you taking care of everyone else but often neglecting yourself has been a thing since college...it’s nothing new...just sometimes your better at letting the boys in than others...

However, the main issue above it all, the reason your even in this “position” to begin with... work.The stress and pressure the two of you feel as CEO’s of your own company at times is unmatched! People talk about the struggle to gain success but often neglect what happens once you get there. Especially as a business owner the pressure you two feel to keep growing, knowing you have people that rely on you to live, rely on you to put food on the table...rely on you to guide their futures in a sense. Like Jungkook, the kids 20, this is the first job hes putting on his resume and he’s trusting you guys to give him the proper tools to grow in his field.

He’s just soo....fuck so bright eyed and trusting...and I guess something in you wants to protect him from how shitty the world is...protect him in a way nobody protected the 7 of you….

Fuck, barley a month ago you were having a panic attack about hirng someone new for that kinda position and , now you wanna put this kid in a safety plastic bubble and protect him from any and everything...your baby boy included….

A fucking mess is what you feel like right now, a absolute fucking mess.

Your not quite sure how much time passes, as you lay there with Namjoon wrapped in your arms, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of his neck...but it feels good...it feels right...welll almost..it would be perfect if you had five other bodies laying along the bed as well...

“I’m going to run you a bath and order dinner…” Placing a couple kisses along your jaw as he starts to untangle himself tentatively but you don;t make a fuss, your both sticky as all hell anyway….. You just nod slowly, eyes sitting even heavier than when you first got home, gently letting your nails tease up his chest.

“Want me to join you?” You’re not even sure why he asks, he knows the answer but you indulge him…

“Of course...who else is going to wash my back for me?” You muse playfully and he just rolls his eyes, and exasperated groan leaning his chest as he rolls off the bed to head towards the adjacent master bath. Stopping halfway…

“Oh, so Yoongi called me today….” You only let out a low, slightly uninterested hum you know where this is going…”What…” He already sounds exhausted before he even starts, running a shaky hand through his hair “What are we gonna do about Tae?”

You hate when he looks at you like this, like he’s hoping you have the answers..because fuck you really don’t!

“He wouldn't really talk to me that morning, so I don’t even know what’s really going on. And of course I don’t wanna solely blame him, it’s just…” Waving his hand in the air absently alluding to what he didn't wanna say.

“He already had a slight attitude about it before, but tried to act like he didn't and now we're here..with him being petty at work,..yeah..yeah...I don’t know baby...I don’t know..”

Namjoon’s phone dings..somewhat grateful for the interruption... theirs a stated smile on his face which prompts you to hum in curiosity.

”It’s ugh...Yoongi, actually.....just checkin to see if your okay...” Of fuckin course it is..

You can’t help but giggle, feeling loved and exhausted but more importantly loved... nothing but fondness in your eyes at just the mention of his name...

“Tell him yes, and you should also tell him to come over” Namjoon’s eyes shoot up to meet yours, somewhat wide and disoriented and you just shrug, honestly out of options at this point. You’d rather address it now before it becomes a hot ass mess!

“Yeah, why not? Tell him to bring wine and sushi...maybe we can all just.. chill...smoke..cuddle...and come to some type of solution where our baby boy is concerned...because we can’t operate with this type of tension...that’s not how we operate”

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Heyyy, soooo that’s all she wrote..for now! If you enjoyed show this some love, come let em know and I will keep this AU rolling!

1ST- QUESTION?

Sooo , would you guys want me to do a one-shot for when Yoongi comes over and the 3 of them discuss Tae? As I mentioned in Tae's first chapter "Pretty Please" There's always been a different more submissive/needy dynamic between Tae and the OC/Yoongi...so I could let them talk about there history a little...and then..maybe Yoongi could fuck her while shes saying between Joon's legs on the couch..IDK..idk where that came from...but I also aint mad at it!

FINAL NOTE-

Just to clarify....if you follow this series..obviously the Tae X Kookie issue was first brought up in Tae’s chapter “Pretty Please”. However the “drama” is what’s been happening since Kook got hired...in the next full length one shot “Got me Loosin all my cool” That’s Jungkook’s “intro” and it starts a month after he’s been working at Onyx....so some of these “issues” will be addressed then.

...As well as THIS “day” technically takes place within that one shot as well...I just did not tap into what happenes when she got home. However the OC will fire the referenced receptionist (The same one from “Pretty Please) in the up and coming one shot and Joon takes care of her once she gets home!

7 DEEP MASTERLIST

(WHICH INCLUDES 2 REFERENCED FICS ABOVE )

#Namjoon #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #kim namjoon smut #bts #bts smile #bts au #bts X reader #kpop #kpop smut #namjoon au #bts smut

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keiscait · 3 years

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Hello!! I see that your matchups are open and I was wondering if I could get a Living Room and Bedroom one? Living Room would be more preferable if u can’t do both. I’m not sure if this is enough to cover both…I’m sorry agdhshdhejdbjdj

I’m not sure if u can do this but could u make this anon too? You can associate me by this emoji: 🕺

Here’s the info:

PRONOUNS: she/her

PERSONALITY (Living Room): I am generally very shy and closed off, always making sure I avoid people. I stay away from large crowds because I’m a ball of anxiety (I get anxiety easy) and I get really nervous whenever someone approaches me, especially around guys like I usually won’t look at them in the eyes because I become a blushy mess and lose my words. I am also usually very quiet too and don’t talk a lot.

However, when I talk to my close friends, I literally become Hinata (no joke). I get so hyped, energetic, cheerful, make my friends laugh, and help them a lot too. I am also very passionate about things. When I am suffering with a problem, I don’t like telling friends because I don’t wanna worry them because I feel bad. I end up telling my best friend (they are literally Kageyama to me LOL). I also apologize a lot if I felt I did something wrong and I am quite odd to my friends. I end up getting into playful banter with my close friends where I tease them with playful jokes. I am quite observant too since I don’t usually talk to people, so I notice things from afar. I can tell if a friend of mine has a slight change in their behavior and I will ask if they are ok to be sure. I am also very honest, straightforward and pretty blunt about things.

Do not get me upset. It takes a lot for someone to make me upset and actually angry. The most I would get is being annoyed. However, if you managed to get me angry, I lose my temper and yell and my friends have mentioned it’s as if I would snap someone in two. I do curse like crazy so people get surprised since I am usually quiet. Again it is rare, but I’ve been told it’s scary when I get angry. I will eventually be alone to recharge and wouldn’t want anybody to talk to me.

When it comes to relationships, I don’t have that much experience…I hate PDA so I’m really private. I’m actually afraid to love somebody because I’m afraid I won’t be good at all so if somebody was crushing on me and shows affection, I try to divert that attention to something else because I get shy and get so scared. Again it’s hard to look at someone I like in the eyes because I blush so much. It’s hard to show affection by words so I show it by actions like hugs. I would love to hold their hands, caressing them or squeezing them just to feel the comfort and warmth. I think I might be very tender and gentle but I think as I open up, I might get cheery and energetic but that’s a theory. I do try my best to make them happy even if it takes me a while to get comfortable and I’ll try to shower them with love by physical actions. Maybe I’ll draw for them too to make them happy…

I love art. I love to draw for my friends because I love seeing them get so excited for the finished product. I also love listening to music every day so when I’m alone and away from everyone, I just blast music through my headphones. I love gaming too so you’d find me playing the Switch!

I am a perfectionist, hardworking and always try my best even if I get put down. Sometimes I might overwork when it comes to drawing but that’s because I get so eager to improve every day. I also love to give support to my friends for their dreams and but I am not an optimist or pessimist, I am a realist.

IN BEDROOM: Pretty much the same when it comes down to relationships. I get extremely flustered and shy about physical affection and worry if I’m not good at all. I might be a bottom aagdhhshdhsjdjd I just don’t see myself having confidence in these kinds of experiences. I would love if somebody was gentle and passionate with me tho…Since I don’t rly interact with people in the public, I think I might be touch starved so any physical affection might drive me crazy (in the good way). As flustered as I get, I am pretty dirty-minded.

ZODIAC: Aries

THINGS I LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER: quiet, calm, observant, passionate, playful, a tease, cold yet caring, strong, emotional, empathetic, kind, understanding, respectful, and not afraid to speak their mind

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor!!

FAV FOOD: I loveeee food. I am always hungry for food. I love spicy food especially. I love pasta/spaghetti, pizza, sushi, and I love chicken burgers

FUTURE PLANS/DREAMS: I just hope to be successful and actually feel happy. I hope I’ll land a good position for art like for animation or games (especially if it’s anime-related!) I’m not sure if I’ll find someone to settle down with but only time will tell.

MUSIC TASTE: Rock, J-Rock, Future Funk, Lofi, and I adore anime and video game OST LOOKS: I’m smol like 5'3. I have light skin but not pale (it’s like Hinata’s) and I have red/brown hair and brown eyes. I also have little freckles on my cheeks I’m so sorry if it’s so much but maybe it helps ; __ ; Thank u for doing these and make sure to take breaks!!

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Hello and welcome, dear! This is wonderful - thank you for all the details, it gives me a lot to work with! ❤️ I’m so excited to get started with this. Let’s go to the living room! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

For you, I’ve invited over…

Kita Shinsuke! (Runner up: Sugawara Koushi)

Our lovely Inarizaki captain may come off as cold and stoic, but he’s really just unbothered my trivial things. He strives for improvement daily, and ensures he goes through the motions before reaching perfection.

- When you two first meet, I don’t think there will be a lot of interaction there - but when there is, it’s definitely more comfortable than it is awkward. Kita has the effect on people that makes them feel safe and secure, like all the pressures of life just disappear for a moment

- This is how your friendship starts. He proves himself more and more approachable by the day. You’re both straightforward and observant people, so you two would probably tag-team when interacting with other people. He’ll make you feel secure in the friendship despite his no-nonsense bluntness, while he appreciates that you aren’t a flashy person

- The fact that you’re a hardworking perfectionist helps him relate to you on a deeper level. He’d be so happy to find someone who understands this part of him

- He will probably make himself more present in your life by doing little things - helping you clean up after class, sending you tips on how to study for a subject you’re having trouble with, offering an ear for you to rant if he notices something’s off

- He does everything slowly and with very close precision, all in the hopes of you becoming more comfortable around him

- the man is near perfect, what more can I say

- OF COURSE he succeeds. He’s Kita Shinsuke

- Don’t worry, he won’t be thrown off by your more playful side once it comes out. Kita most likely already got hints of your sunshine here and there while he was slowly gaining your trust

- Once he feels like it’s the perfect time, only THEN will he ask you out

- Let out your inner gremlin!!!!! He can 100% handle it, since he’s so used to the chaos of his team by now and he has somehow remained?? completely SANE?? what a man

- AND the difference is, he LIKES YOU!!!1!!!!!!!1!!

- He will adore all your little quirks, and may even participate in your playful banter

- Does not mind that you’re not into PDA. Hell, he might even be relieved–

- He’d notice how you try to divert affection, and will try to talk to you about it. You won’t have to say much, he’ll be able to tell from your body language that it’s because you’re anxious to love somebody, and will never take that against you

- Will work on trying to break through those walls, but wouldn’t ever force it

- Prepare for a beautiful domestic future 🥺🥺🥺 a simple life on a farm in the Japanese countryside with the man of your dreams?? You, an artist, and him, a farmer???? The absolute PUREST domestic dream 😭😭😭

You were sat in your worktable, sketching away the morning. A deadline was fast approaching, so you could hardly allow yourself to rest - so the first thing you did today, as with most days, was work.

The art block hit a few days back. Your nights have recently been filled with drooping eyes paired with a throbbing headache, and they were now slowly eating up your mornings, too. You massaged your neck, sore from hunching over your desk so much - all you could at the moment was stare at the now blank sheet in front of you. You weren’t satisfied with any of the pieces you made, so you always ended up scrapping whatever it is that you were doing.

You were snapped out of your daze at the sound of the cuckoo clock. You noticed that you were gripping the pen a little too hard, causing some redness on your fingertips. A frustrated groan escaped you as your hands rubbed circles into your temples. The morning felt so dull.

The time read 7AM. Two hours on the desk and not a single thing, you thought to yourself. Like clockwork, you heard the door open and close as Kita came back from field work. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

“You’re awake?” His tone was more concerned than surprised. He had witnessed your restlessness these past few days, doing whatever he can to ease your frustration a a little bit. This wasn’t anything new to him, seeing as you were both workaholics, but he couldn’t help but worry about how this deadline was treating you.

You managed a weak smile as you met his eyes. He looked pretty in the morning light - sweat trickling down his neck, some of his hair clinging to his forehead, lips slightly parted to allow better breathing. It was rare for you to see him like this since he usually gets up and finishes work before you get up. The sight comforted you a bit, as if the bleakness dissipated for a little while.

He walked over to the coffee machine to run it. “Still no luck?”

“I’ve been at it since 5AM.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I woke up when you went out to work. I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about it.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. The two of you stayed quiet for a while, with only the sounds of the coffee machine and birds chirping. The peacefulness almost sunk in until you were reminded of the stress looming over your head. You let out another sigh.

You were staring down the blank sheet again, sick of the emptiness it posed. With a pen in hand, you tried to mimic the motions of drawing strokes, hoping for a sudden burst of inspiration. Nothing.

Kita laid a cup of coffee next to you. “You barely slept, y/n. At least eat a bit.” That elicited no response from you - all you could do was lean back in your chair, feet put up onto the seat.

Your boyfriend placed his finger under your chin, making you look up at him standing next to you. “Y/n.”

He examined your expression - you were so tired; redness peaked from the corners of your eyes, and your lips were almost pale. “You need food in your system, y/n.”

“I don’t have time to eat, Shin, this is–”

“Food is what the brain runs on. Even a child knows that,” he teased as he pulled you on your feet and led you to the kitchen table, “Eat.”

You had no choice but to oblige. You plucked a banana from its bunch, munching away while Shin scrambled some eggs. Before you knew it, a breakfast was spread out in front of you. The brown-eyed boy pressed a kiss at the top of your head as you praised him. “I don’t deserve you,” you said with a smile.

“It’s just breakfast,” he chuckled, “and you do deserve me. You deserve the world.”

The world suddenly felt full of color again, and you were ready to face the dreary white that’s been mocking you the whole week.

I hope that was alright with you, dear! Let’s head over to the bedroom ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Look who’s here for some alone time!

Semi Eita! (Runner up: Kageyama Tobio)

One of the prettiest setters to date, Semi here has his moments of sincerity despite the scary attitude he puts up. He comes off as a domineering personality, but I feel like in the bedroom, he’d be incredibly tender.

- Don’t believe the mask he puts up. Semi bb is a big softie for his s/o!!!!! CHANGE MY MIND

- In the bedroom, you well-being would be TOP priority - he would constantly ask you if this or that is okay, and make sure your comfortable with whatever the two of you are doing

- Your first time would be SO intimate: if you planned it beforehand, he’d go as far as laying out candles, setting up a fragrance to fill the room, and maybe even laying out roses; if it isn’t planned, he’d hold you close the whole time, and won’t really get rough with how he handles you

- Has enough confidence to take the lead. He’s pretty self-assured, and this will really translate in the bedroom

- Knows where to touch you and is gentle about it, making sure to test things out first before going at it

- When he gets to know your more dirty side, that’s when he brings up stuff he’d like to try out. Try surprising him every now and then by telling him you want to try something new ( 　･ิω･ิ)

- Oh, his moans. SO GOOD. They’re soft, but so raw, and it would almost sound melodic. Would also chant your name a lot

- I can’t imagine him being loud in the bedroom, but he’d definitely be into dirty talk - I imagine it’s one of his top kinks - more praising than degrading

- He’s also into choking, unless you’re not comfortable with it, then for sure, he wouldn’t force it on you

- MAKES THE PRETTIEST O FACES. WHAT I’D GIVE TO SEE IT

- Would lay on top of you (or under, whichever position you were in) for a while before aftercare. He wants some time to hold you while winding down

- Aftercare would be quick but careful - he wants to ensure that he’s got everything covered

- The epitome of Making Love, as opposed to simply “having sex”

Sorry for the long wait, darling! I hope you enjoyed all of that, and thank you so much for your patience. Feel free to pay me another visit, or just sit and chat with me anytime :D

Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

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cinna-wanroll · 4 years

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*Is not writing the Obitine novel since apparently Disney cant fit it into their schedule*

That was a lie, in case you hadn’t already guessed lol. Anywho, here’s an excerpt from the first chapter since I’ve been a bit slow on uploading any original content. Keep in mind that this is a first draft, so I’ll probably end up editing it later

“Hey, buddy,” Vos clapped him on the shoulder enthusiastically.

“Hello, Quin,” Obi-Wan offered the Kiffar a good-natured smile and continued his walk.

“Off to the races again already, I hear,” Quinlan continued, following his friend.

Obi-Wan cocked a suspicious brow, “Yes,” he kept his tone mild, almost adding ‘unfortunately’ to the end of his sentence, “who told you?”

Quin shrugged and turned, beginning to walk backwards casually, “Oh, you know, my usual informants. Word travels fast around these parts, especially if you’ve got connections.”

Obi-Wan grinned disbelievingly, “Mm.”

“So,” his friend gave him a little nudge as he pivoted back around, “who’s this lady you’re off to rescue, hmm?” He waggled his eyebrows.

Obi-Wan hated to admit it,, but Quinlan was actually quite charming, so he let the insinuation slide.

“The duchess of Mandalore.”

Vos’ eyebrows shot up in disbelief, “The duchess?” Quin repeated in shock, “Damn, Obi-Wan. Aren’t people like her, like, hardcore Jedi haters or somethin’?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, “Not anymore, since the treaty of Kal’desh almost 82 years ago,” he cast a pointed gaze at the Kiffar who he’d obviously lost at the word ‘treaty’, “You’d know this if you’d paid any attention in Galactic History.

Quinlan grinned, “Hey, I passed that class.”

“Only because you bribed Bant with Gumbah pudding for a month and a half.”

“Whatever, man.”

Obi-Wan smiled adding, “Not to mention, she’s supposedly the leader of some pacifist group there. The New Mandalorians.”

Quinlan wrinkled his nose, “Sounds like a bunch of nonsense to me. Nothing ever got done by pacifist legions in the past- at least not anything that lasted longer than a couple of years. This galaxy needs structure, not some peaceful delusionists. Besides, how peaceful can a Mandalorian organization be?”

Obi-Wan pursed his lips and looked down, forced to admit he’d thought the same things. How peaceful was a group that’d managed to stay alive among even the harshest of cultural climates? Obi-Wan was guessing not very peaceful at all.

“I’m not sure, but Master Windu said that this mission is of utmost importance.”

Quinlan sniffed, “Yeah, to his paycheck, probably.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “Quinlan, you know Jedi don’t get paid.”

“Most Jedi. I’m just saying, those council members always seem to be a little concerned with issues outside the Republic, than with issues at home.”

Obi-Wan grimaced- he and Vos had never agreed on that particular subject, “We are defenders of the galaxy, Quin.”

His friend shrugged again, changing his tone immediately and smiling, “Yeah, well, just don’t fall too in love with her, mmkay? She might chop that pretty little head of yours off for peace”

“Isn’t that technically what we do sometimes?” Obi-Wan made a pained expression, despite the fact that he was willing to admit it. There was just something about it that made him feel guilty.

“Yeah, but at least we’re upfront about it.”

“And who’s to say they’re not?”

“Fair enough.”

They walked in companionable silence for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.

Although unlikely friends at first glance, Obi-Wan and Quinlan actually got along quite well. They were both calculated, witty, mischievous, and sarcastic fighters with a knack for getting themselves in trouble.

Except while Quinlan owned up to causing his antics, Obi-Wan was always the unfortunate person who could be convinced to join in for a cause when things were already taking a turn for the worst.

They stepped up to the entrance of the mess hall, which was bustling with masters and padawans alike cramming generous heapfuls of muja muffins and mist-pudding onto their trays.

“Mm-mm,” Quin rubbed his hands together, “I am starving!”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but nod eagerly in agreement, eyeing the tantalizing food as a group of creche students passed them.

He wasn’t surprised to spot Qui-Gon at the very front of the extensive line, on time for the food, of course. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

“Good morning, boys.”

Obi-Wan turned around towards the direction of the voice, lighting up.

A familiar emerald face greeted him, serene and kind.

Quin turned his head to her as well, “Mornin’ Luminara.”

Obi-Wan bowed and nodded towards the food line.

“Can you believe this?”

Luminara smiled faintly and sniffed, peering in, “On buffet day? Certainly.”

“Aka the only day they serve real food in this Force-forsaken place,” Vos chimed in.

Obi-Wan and Luminara shared a look, but inside Obi-Wan couldn’t help but agree.

The Temple was many things, but it definitely wasn’t a diner.

“What do you think our chances are of paying off some people at the front for their spots?” The Kiffar queried, gazing back at Obi-Wan and Luminara for suggestions.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help the sarcasm that snuck into his tone, “and with what credits do you intend to do that?”

“Dunno. I was thinking more… services,” Quin countered.

Just as Obi-Wan was about to ask what services Vos was implying, Luminara interjected, “At this point, I doubt we’d even get close enough to the masters at the front of the line without being taken away.”

Obi-Wan nodded as he followed her gaze to where a group of large, burly-looking masters stood glaring at the passerby. It looked like they hadn’t gotten their caff yet that morning. He gulped.

“Luminara’s right, Quin, we should forget it and wait until the line dies down.”

His friend glanced over at him, “Don’t you have to leave by then?”

Obi-Wan drew in a sharp breath as Luminara frowned.

“What? You’re leaving again?”

He nodded, glaring daggers at Vos and refsing to look at Luminara.

“Yes, I was just notified about it this morning. Had I known sooner, I would’ve told you.”

“And yet Quin knows,” she quipped, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms indignantly.

“I’m tellin’ you people, I’ve got connections,” Vos emphasized, leaning against the entrance wall.

Ignoring the Kiffar, Luminara began, “They’re over-working you again.”

Obi-Wan threw Quinlan an accusatory look that was responded to with a simple ‘here we go again’ eyeroll.

“It’s not fair to you, or to the other padawans who want mission opportunities. They want and deserve experience too! I cannot understand why the council is doing this. My suggestion would be-” she was cut off by an approaching figure, which turned out to be her master.

Obi-Wan winced.

“Padawan Unduli, do you really think your time is best spent here, dawdling with these hooligans?”

Obi-Wan disregarded the snide comment, instead trying to throw an apologetic gaze at his friend. Although out of the corner of his eye he saw Quinlan bristle at the remark.

Luminara bowed and lowered her head, “No, master.”

“Then come along, it’s no wonder you’re always hungry.”

She followed obediently, but not before shooting Obi-Wan and Quinlan a sad, apologetic gaze as she left.

Quin snarled when they were out of earshot, “Now there’s someone I’d like to pay off. With a good kick in the-”

“Vos,” Obi-Wan chided sternly.

His friend huffed and glowered, “What?”

“Don’t be crass. At least, not this early in the morning.”

Quin shrugged and rolled his eyes, finally stepping away to look for an open table.

“Besides,” Obi-Wan added while following, “I’m pretty sure you’’l have plenty of chances to do that when I’m gone, and am unable to provide you with proper impulse control.”

Quin laughed.

“Nah, it’s not as much fun without someone there sassing me.”

He returned his friend's cheerful look, “That’s a fair point.”

Luckily for the pair, Obi-Wan spotted a good amount of free space beside Qui-Gon, mostly because his master had a reputation of being a messy eater- not to mention, he had taken two trays.

“Bingo,” Obi-Wan grinned at Vos.

The two padawans approached Jinn and sat beside him, Obi-Wan respectfully nodding while Quinlan eyed the food on the second tray.

“Hello, master,” Obi-Wan greeted.

“Hello, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon replied after swallowing a mouthful of food. He took a swig of blue milk and then turned to acknowledge Quin, “Padawan Vos.”

The Kiffar snapped his gaze away from the food, nodding quickly.

“So,” Obi-Wan began, “are there any other details I should be aware of during this mission?”

Jinn turned his full attention on Obi-Wan, “The duchess is young- about your age, I believe. She’s said to be stubborn but kind, with a deep passion for all living things… much like someone else I know.” A playful spark lit up Qui-Gon’s eyes, something about them very knowing.

Obi-Wan did his best to concentrate on what his master was saying instead of Vos’ waggling eyebrows and his hand, which swiped a biscuit from Qui-Gon’s tray. He nodded, encouraging his master to continue.

“She’s also just returned home from a political academy located here. But most importantly, she probably won’t take kindly to our help. This mission was administered by her advisor, not her. And, despite the current peace, I’m sure she hasn’t been brought up in an environment that is… encouraging of the Jedi.”

Point two, Quinlan grinned like a fool as he stole a piece of meat of Jinn’s tray.

“Not to mention,” Qui-Gon continued, oblivious, “her father was a warlord.”

Oh, Force. Suddenly, Obi-Wan was a whole lot less enthusiastic about this whole thing, and that wasn’t saying much considering his attitude towards it was already pretty negative.

He had to protect a war-monger’s daughter? Perfect.

“Wow,” Vos mused, “talk about impressing the father in-law,” he chuckled as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan turned to glare at him, “she better be really worth it Obi-Wan. Is she at least ho-”

He was interrupted by Qui-Gon’s harsh tone, “her father is dead, padawan Vos.”

“Oh,” Quinlan replied faintly, looking down, “my condolences.”

Qui-Gon shook his head and turned back to Obi-Wan, “All in all, our goal is to be an unseen protection service. After all, we don’t want her getting into more trouble just because we put her off.”

“Why is it that we don’t want her getting into any more trouble, master?” Obi-Wan asked, frowning slightly.

Qui-Gon mirrored his expression, “Because, padawan, she requested our help.”

“I thought her advisor was the one who requested our help,” Obi-Wan retorted under his breath, although he knew he shouldn't've. Although he was surprised to admit to himself that he didn’t quite care- after all, the burly masters in line weren’t the only ones who hadn’t had their caff yet.

Qui-Gon’s frown deepened, “She is her people’s last hope for peace and civility, Obi-Wan. And you will do best not to question her, our assignment, or the council again.”

Obi-Wan looked away dejectedly, “Yes, master.”

He left out any remarks he could’ve made about Qui-Gon doing both of the aforementioned things constantly.

“Now, just let me finish my-,” Qui-Gon turned to his practically empty tray, where Vos had mysteriously disappeared, and sighed.

Obi-Wan stifled a chuckle, leaving behind only a mischievous sparkle in his grey-blue eyes.

“Master?” He asked, encouraging Qui-Gon to wrap up his thought.

“Let’s just be on our way then, Obi-Wan.”

They rose and exited the mess hall, out into the long corridors and what would be a much more eventful trip than what young Obi-Wan was expecting.

╭━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╮

The temple docking bay was huge, containing as large as a republic freighter to as small as a landspeeder.

Droids whizzed about everywhere, attending to some business or another. A few officials or Jedi stood out against the field of endless gleaming metal, but besides that there was nothing else living operating within the place.

Enormous ceilings towered over Obi-Wan’s head as his master led him through the maze of docking bays and landing platforms, until they finally reached a small doorway towards the back.

A droid met them there to provide them with a datapad of information on the ship; mostly a run-down of the controls and its condition.

Qui-Gon nodded in satisfaction, “Everything seems to be in order here.” He handed it back to the droid, who whisked it away immediately.

“How long will our journey be, master?” Obi-Wan inquired, hoping he didn’t sound whiny.

“Not very long. About six standard hours, providing there aren't any hyperspace issues.”

Obi-Wan nodded, stepping out of the doorway and into the bright light of Coruscant.

The ship was a pretty good size; a standard model with red stripes running along its sides.

The Trial, curious. Obi-Wan didn’t pay ship names much mind, but that was just rather odd.

Qui-Gon went to go check with the official while Obi-Wan spotted Quinlan leaning against a couple of crates near the door.

“Vos? How did you know this is where I’d be?”

“Relax man, I just came to say goodbye before you left to go out and find your true love or whatever.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Vos grinned and pulled him into a tight hug, Obi-Wan squirming beneath him.

“Stop that,” he said, finally managing to push his friend back.

“Was Qui-Gon pissed about his food?” Quin asked, gazing hopefully to where Obi-Wan’s master and the other man were still conversing.

“Probably, although not any more than me- I still haven’t had any food yet.” His stomach growled, as if to prove a point.

“Eh, you snooze you lose.”

Obi-Wan grimaced as Vos began to saunter away, his finally parting words being, “Later, buddy! Don’t, like, become a father or anything while you’re gone- I’d hate to miss that.”

Eyeroll. “Goodbye, Vos!”

He shook his head at the sound of his friend’s distant laughter, pacing over to Qui-Gon without so much as a glance backwards.

“Is everything alright, master?”

“Yes, just making conversation while you and Quinlan said your goodbyes.”

So he did know. Well, that showed Obi-Wan not to underestimate his master.

“Then lets away.”

Obi-Wan nodded to the man and walked up the ramp into the ship, glancing back at the gleaming building one last time before he took a seat in the cockpit, not even bothering to explore the rest of the ship. He already knew what this model’s interior looked like, and wanted to get this assignment over with as quickly as possible.

Later, Obi-Wan found irony in that wish as he sat in the exact same seat upon the departure of his mission, where the room and his heart had seemed a lot more empty.

Qui-Gon sat beside him, taking control and handing Obi-Wan the mission log from earlier.

“What am I to do with this?” He asked, frowning at the tablet-like device.

“Make notes of the journey,” Qui-Gon replied, “the council emphasized everything is to be included, and since I can’t ever seem to write it the way they want, I thought I’d have you do it.”

“But-”

“Do you have something more productive you could be doing, padawan?”

He shook his head and took the log obligingly without further complaint. It was light in his hands, and he placed it in his lap as he strapped himself in.

“Our belongings have already been loaded on, everything is in order,” Qui-Gon said, still fiddling with the ship’s settings.

“Do we have any food?” Obi-Wan asked hopefully.

Qui-Gon nodded, “It’s back in the kitchen area. Why didn’t you eat earlier?”

Obi-Wan scoffed, “You saw the line, right?”

“You snooze, you lose.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “How about caff?”

Qui-Gon shook his head no, and Obi-Wan deflated.

“Something tells me that despite my hopes, this is going to be a very long couple of months,” Obi-Wan pouted, leaning his head back against the seat.

Qui-Gon smiled, “You’re such a pessimist, Obi-Wan. Ready?”

Obi-Wan nodded, “I suppose.”

“Good. Then let’s get this show on the road.”

The ship lifted off, soared out of the atmosphere and into space, and Obi-Wan made sure to note in his report that Qui-Gon forgot which lever to guide forward for hyperspace. When he did find it, darkness and impossibly bright specks of light blended together, and they rocketed forwards before coasting through space, towards destiny.

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Jaemin is getting friskyyy | Longer Chp | here we go~

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Your jaw dropped as the hoodie landed on the table in front of you. All you could smell was ‘him’. The regret gnawing at the lining of your stomach. Everyone was watching, everyone heard. You didn’t have to look up to know shock was plastered on Renjun’s face. But you felt the need to look up at Jeno. For you could never anticipate his reaction.

A laugh.

“No wonder you didn’t come to the cake shop with me.”

He laughed.

Surprisingly, It didn’t hurt - the fact that Jeno laughed too easily. It didn’t hurt as much. But maybe the anger rising up your throat distracted you.

Jaemin leaned in casually to meet your ear. “I think this beats your little note.” His smirk teased you.

So that’s what this was. Revenge for the note, that insignificant note. You were known to act on impulse, and if you listened to your heart you’d be shouting at him already, trying anything to wipe that smirk off his face. However, this time you thought to listen to your head. To plan it out for once. To play the game.

He backed away but wasn’t finished. “It looked better on you anyways, especially in bed.” He eyed the hoodie and made sure everyone could hear him, especially you.

You looked up to meet Jaemin’s alluring gaze. He was confident. He thought you’d melt. Little did he know you were built of stone. Stubborn as a rock.

“Yeah I agree, you looked better without it, without a shirt as well for that matter.” You held his gaze. Forced a smile. Clenched your jaw. Swallowed the rage rising in your throat. Sarcasm hidden well in your unwavering voice.

The reaction on his face, however, made it all worth it. The smirk faded, satisfaction in his eyes vanished.

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled anxiously. He masked his surprise. One would think he looked nervous, naive even, but you didn’t dare underestimate him.

You batted your eyelashes, attempting to act coy. Tilting your head ever so slightly, gazing up seductively into his eyes despite nearly gagging. “Anything else?”

He rubbed his neck and then straightened himself, adjusted his disguise, cleared his throat. “Not yet.” his words followed by a wink.

Your cheeks flushed too easily. Your spark of confidence disappearing immediately, as well as your forced smile.

He walked back to an eager Haechan, leaving the room in silence. All eyes fell onto you. You stuffed the hoodie into your bag as fast as possible, hoping the scent would disappear with it.

It didn’t.

You looked over to Renjun, preparing to see a glare your way. Or something similar.

Even he’s laughing. Your eyes met his as he crafted a heart in the air with his fingers and quirked his eyebrows.

You sighed. Loudly

‘I just want this day to be over.’

Everyone began to talk again, but anyone could’ve guessed it was about you.

“So Jaemin huh?” Jeno’s voice snapped you back into reality.

“Oh no, it’s just,,,uhm,, it’s not what it looks like.”

He nodded, a polite smile etched on his face.

‘He definitely thinks I slept with him.’

———

POV CHANGE- Jaemin

———

“Without a shirt as well for that matter.”

Jaemin walked casually back over to a confused Haechan.

Heartbeat fast, shocked, though he’d never admit it. Jaemin didn’t like the way he was feeling.

“What happened dude?”

Jaemin looked just as, if not more confused, “I don’t know, normally she’d like freak out or something or get all shy.”

Haechan bobbed his head in agreement, leaning up against the cool wall. “So should we like, just forget about the whole bet thing? Maybe she’s caught on?”

A spark ignited in Jaemin’s eyes, and a sly smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head. “Not yet, just wait.”

Although Jaemin could barely remember why the bet was created, he wasn’t ready to give up on it, not when it was just getting entertaining. Jaemin always thought y/n was different, interesting even. Turns out he wasn't the only one, hence the bet.

It started as a way to get y/n’s attention, to flush her pale cheeks once in a while. She was focused, clever, eyes like ice. What was the harm in getting her flustered? Jaemin was competitive, curious. One thing led to another and here he was, trying to win her over, trying to make her fall, trying to achieve her trust. He never thought about the consequences, however. He always just saw it as a bit of fun, a laugh even. Little did he know she could be so dangerous.

“That was kinda fun though….” Haechan broke Jaemin's trail of thought.

Jaemin didn’t want to admit it, but, it was. There was something about y/n’s gaze that made him want to hold it, something about her resistance that made him pay attention. He didn’t like it. Looking into her lucid, chaotic, moon eyes made him feel something that wasn’t welcomed. That warmed his blood. Softened his smile. He hated it. He was losing control. But he wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.

———

POV CHANGE - Y/n

———

*Lunch bell rings*

You left Jeno with an awkward “cya” and headed to the cafeteria, knowing you probably wouldn’t get that far because well, news spread too fast in that school.

You spotted Lila almost running down the hallway, toward you. She skidded to a halt. “So,” she lifted one eyebrow, “spill.” Renjun caught up with her and nodded his head in agreement.

“Come on y/n!” she pestered.

“Later okay? My house. I promise, but still, it’s just a mis—”

“Deal. Now let’s go I’m starving.” She never did like a spoiler, especially when it came to your gossip because you never had any gossip.

You all sat around the table. The green-haired boy grabbing the seat next to Renjun.

“Hi, I’m Chenle.” He was cute, eyes bright. “I’m also from Chin—”

His eyes trailed upward, and yours followed.

“Can I borrow her for a second?” Jaemin spits out, looking at Lila. “Yeah, thanks.” She didn’t even get a chance to respond before his hand grabbed your wrist, encouraging demanding you to follow him.

He lead you out to the empty hallway. The darkness seemed to accompany you, kissing goosebumps on your arms. He let go of your wrist, and put his hand on the wall behind you, leaning into your gaze. You were trapped between the wall and his frame, attempting to avoid his eyes which bore unrelentlessly into yours.

Your frustration overcame you. His scent overwhelmed you.

“You left. Your mom had to drop me to school. Your mom, Jaemin. All because what-” your voice began to rise, anger began to rise, “because you’re embarrassed to walk in with me? Is that it? You barely know me! Why-”

A string pulled the corners of his mouth up, to expose his teeth in a smile.

“What?” Your voice dipped in hesitation.

He shook his head, chuckling. “Did my presence mean that much to you?”

You rolled your eyes, expecting nothing more from him than arrogance.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up to his gaze, searching for sincerity, for truth, for regret. And there it was. Or else it was an illusion, but you didn’t care anymore.

He continued. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” you taunted, tested.

“Just trust me.” He removed his hand from the wall. His intertwined eyelashes tempting you, that scar on his jaw teasing you.

He walked away, and back came the regret tugging at your seams, begging you to fall apart, fall into his gaze, fall into his arms.

It was hard to keep reminding yourself of his reputation. He wasn’t being sincere, he was luring you, tricking you. Still, you wanted to believe him, to trust him despite his act, despite everything. It just seemed right.

You walked into class, to see Jeno reading yet another book, but he didn’t look so perfect anymore, yet the glow still embraced him. Jaemin was toying with your emotions, you remembered. You had just accepted your feelings for Jeno, so why does a tinge of disappointment tug at your core. It wasn’t fair.

‘Jaemin’s just getting in my head.’ You repeated.

Jeno flashed a smile, which calmed your oncoming headache.

“So, the cafe today?”

“I’m sorry I promised time with Renjun and Lila.” Now you felt disappointment, but you couldn’t cancel on Lila or Renjun, especially after Sunday.

“Tomorrow?”

“Definitely.” You smiled back.

Your phone beeped from your bag.

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[ haechanniee: Don’t forget about me [2:08]

‘How the hell did he get my number?’

haechanniee: Tutoring ?? [2:09]

imaginey/n: In like 3 days? I’m free then? [2:10]

haechanniee: I’ll be over tomorrow. [2:12]

imaginey/n: Over where? [2:13]

imaginey/n: Hello?? [2:15]

read @ 2:15 ]

‘What the fuck?’

———

You spread out on the couch, watching yet another episode of ‘Jade the Virgin’ when you heard the door unlock.

‘They must be here.’

But to your misfortune, in walks Ten.

“Y/n you won’t guess what happened last night. It was A-mazing!”

“You left me outside with no keys!!” You reminded him.

“Oh shit, what’d you do?”

You hesitated. Ten might be the most unforgetful brother ever, but still, he was protective of his little sister.

‘Uhhh.. so what was so amazing?” you attempted to change the subject.

It worked.

He started his long extravagant story but didn’t get too far because thankfully Lila and Renjun strolled in.

Ten reassured you you’d hear the rest of his story later, then headed into his room. Lila swooped in to sit beside you on the couch. She leaned in, eyes eager for the ‘exciting’ news.

So you told them, the important parts. His mom, him leaving that morning, the hoodie ‘performance’. However you left out one small detail; the way his face nuzzled into your neck, his hot breath on your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist as if he’d never let go. You weren’t sure why you left it out, for it meant nothing. Yet the ‘something’ tormenting your insides convinced you to leave it out.

Usually, you were good at deciphering your emotions, usually. But now, not so much, You didn’t know what you were meant to feel, meant to say, meant to do with a person like Jaemin. A person you couldn’t read. You didn’t know what was festering in the lowest part of your stomach. You didn’t know why your heart played up when his gaze wandered to you. Your mind was at war around him, your thoughts, feelings, judgements constantly bickering, constantly contrasting one another.

You just didn’t know what to do.

‘Want’ on the edge of your lips, yet each time you swallowed it. Because - you had to.

———

You saw Jaemin around the school the next day, but he kept his distance, catching your eye every once in a while. The distance was good, giving peace to your mind, but of course, it didn’t last very long.

Wednesday [6:18]

You just arrived home from meeting with Jeno at a new cake shop he found. You found it nice, a break almost. Your heart acted up a bit, but for the most part, you kept it under control.

You flopped onto your bed like a fish. You did love your bed. You changed into pajamas and settled into its embrace, and read the new book Jeno gave you. Finally, you could relax. Rain began to fall outside, heavily, crashing against the window.

A knock suddenly emerged from the front door. Ten was gone for the night, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You crept up to the door, grabbing a frying pan just in case. You gripped the door handle tightly, slowly pushing down. The knock sounded again. You peaked carefully through the crack in the door. There was a man, dressed in black, clothes soaked.

“Y/n let me the fuck in!” He shouted.

“Haechan?” You opened the door immediately. “What the hell are you doing outside my house. No, how do you even know where I live??”

“I texted you. And Jaemin. Anything else? I’m freezing here!”

You ushered him in, taking his coat from him, which was dripping water onto the now soaking floor. He met your face with a childish grin, and then sat down on the couch.

“So…tutoring?”

———

You begin with the tutoring, but knowing Haechan you also knew it wouldn’t last long.

-- 30 minutes past, until he gave up.

“Let’s do something else.” he begged, and how could anyone say no to his ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“Like?”

“Questions. Let’s get to know each other.”

“That’s fair.” you agreed, without much hesitation.

He started out easy, asking you about your favourite movies, songs, interests, just general things.

“What’s happening with Jeno?” now that, you weren’t expecting.

“Uhh, nothing. We’re just friends.”

“You sure?”

You laughed in response, for what could you say. Yes, you did like him, but now, you hadn’t the slightest clue. Everything changed so quickly, especially your feelings.

“My turn!” you break the silence, “What’re you really doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” you ask again, his vagueness intriguing you, but he shakes his head.

“My turn now.” There was almost tension lurking in the space between you. He moved closer, his eyes deep within yours. “What’re you doing with Jaemin?”

His name stung. You matched his confidence. “Ask him, I’m not doing anything.” lies. The knot twisted in your stomach.

“Why do you want to see me?”

“Because that’s what I want.” A smile flashed on his face. His eyes broke your gaze. He edged closer.

His voice purred in your ear, echoed through your mind. “I’ll warn you now y/n, if you fall for Jaemin’s tricks, you’ll regret it.”

You jumped at the sound of your phone beeping. Away from the tension, away from his words.

nanajaeminn: tomorrow, 7pm. I’ll be outside.

You looked up, into Haechan’s eyes once again.

“Just a warning dear, that doesn’t mean you have to follow it.”

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a/n : Haechan is finally giving y/n a warning. But is he being sincere? Was it staged? And also what is Jaemin planning?? Stay tuned to see a more vulnerable and fluffy Jaemin because I know you need some more fluffy Jaemin time. Something is coming so enjoy the fluffiness, and then drama will finally unfold.

Sorry for the delayed episode!! Thanks for your patience!

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See you next time -> Monday 14th xx

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fallout-snippets · 5 years

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Could I request when the companions new they were in love with sole? (Especially hancock hehe)

(romanceable companions in this one, if you want the others too please send another ask) also under a readmore cause it’s fucking long lol

Cait isn’t too sure what to feel for a long time. Usually it’s anger that keeps her going, rage that lets her survive in the wasteland. People will use you and abuse you if they can, it’s a dog eat dog kind of world out there. And why would Sole be any different? It takes a while before she gets comfortable to be around them. Even longer before she allows herself to relax. All the while she waits for Sole to turn them away because they’re sick of her. She’s not useful anymore, she’s more of a burden now. But even when she musters the courage and asks for help for her addiction, the biggest request she can imagine, Sole is there for her. Friendly and smiling, even eager to help. They literally fight through hell just to get her clean and she can’t imagine anyone being that kind. And then they keep going. It’s the way Sole looks at her, the way they make her feel that really does it. She feels… human. Cared for. A strange feeling but a good one and once she gets a taste she realizes she’s starving.

Still, it takes a few more weeks before she realizes that if Sole ever asked her to leave she’d just straight up refuse. It feels strange to even consider not being by their side and surely they think the same; they’ve gone so far together, how could they possibly stop now? Sure, saving the world isn’t exactly Caits idea of a future but maybe it’s not the goal that matters, but how you get there. The two end up in an ambush late at night with low visibility so guns are not an option. It becomes a brawl and the two are unstoppable, moving together in unison and striking with force that would make gods tremble. When it’s over she reaches out to check if they’re still alive and kicking and when she gives their face a little slap for a reaction, she feels the cheek tense. She leaves her hand and brings the other to hold their face, pulling them closer and touching their face to see if maybe they’re now too swollen and bruised to guide the way but instead Sole is grinning, warm breath crashing against her own.

“What?” she asks, considering the possibility of a concussion.

“Didn’t know you knew how to tango.” they reply, almost giggling before swinging their arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “I would’ve taken you dancing long before tonight.”

She exhales in disbelief at the so-called joke, but feels warmer inside at the thought. Dancing… not something she’s been known to do but with Sole? She blames the heat on her face and her suddenly shy rambling on the fight, maybe her head got hit too hard, but she knows now. She understands. Cait think dancing is dumb and boring but for Sole she’d do anything and there’s not many reasons a person would do that for someone else.

She’s surprised she’s even capable of feeling love but once the word pops up in her mind it echoes and reverberates through her body until one fateful afternoon when she musters her courage that they helped her build and lets them know.

Curie thinks emotions are extremely difficult. With almost everything else in the world there is reason, there are binaries and categories and labels you can explain and investigate but emotions… they used to be a concept, to her. They were always explained as arbitary but generally a red thread could be followed from current or prior events. A person looking at a dog could either experience joy or fear, depending whether their previous experience had been pleasant or horrifying. In some cases a person could even react differently than expected, but this would also be considered a valid cause, through a growth in character or through unrelated events acting as a butterfly effect.

Curie has met many good people. Preston in particular is a gentleman with few flaws and many desirable attributes. Even Mayor Hancock, despite his vices, is an exemplary individual. And yet they do not strike up many emotions. Unlike Sole, who after months of allowing her to venture out with them, answering all her questions without fail, and after getting them a body (which she understands is not very easy), now makes her palms sweat and intestines squirm. No, Curie is not sick. She has checked and done the necessary tests. She’s quite alright.

It’s an interesting development and she relishes in investigating this new mystery but emotions are… hard to explain. Difficult to pin down. She studies books and interviews people and they all smile and call it love. Love is itself a broad subject. Of course she loves Sole! Why wouldn’t she? It makes sense that after what they’ve done for her and what they’ve done for a lot of people; they’re a good person! But she loves Preston and Hancock too. They’re good people. Why are her feelings for Sole different? It’s better to confront Sole about this affliction. They seem to understand her a lot better than most others.

And yet she feels… nervous to approach. She knows that she won’t be bothering them, this is a fact. She knows they don’t mind her company, also a fact. She also knows that they will do what they can to help, as they’ve always done, which is another fact. But still she hesitates until she forces herself forward with more logic and less emotion. Their reaction surprises her but is strangely attractive. Sole looks gorgeous and she can’t help but to stare, cataloging every feature so that she can look at them again later. When Sole explains the difference in love and which love she seems to be describing, she immediately perks up.

“Oui, why of course! Romance! The data I’ve read has explained physical turmoil as a symptom but I never imagined it would feel like that. Then, this is now the part where I ask you out? Yes? What would you like to do?”

Danse has never felt so low before, so crushed and defeated. Most of the time he hides away in a room Sole has let him stay in at one of the camps they’ve set up for the people he thought he was protecting. Protecting from what? Himself, apparently. Weeks go by and his shame turns into rage. He works harder than anyone to build things, repair and clean up but he does it alone. He goes out at night, hoping the darkness is enough to cover him from the watchful eyes of the Brotherhood, just to vent. He comes home with bleeding knuckles and sweaty clothes and Sole never asks. They just let him in, makes sure he’s eaten something and leaves him again.

But they don’t leave him, not really. Not back then. Not infront of… him. They haven’t given up on him despite the monstrosity he’s become, what he’s always been. He feels like a failure and the anger that kept him out of bed eventually evaporates and turns into sobs. This is when they come back. Sometimes with clean clothes, or sweet snacks, but they always come back, to him. He wants to push them away, to at least protect them from him but lord knows that Sole is relentless and they stay. They let him sob into their clothes, snot and all, and they stroke his back and comb through his hair with their fingers, soothing him.

He feels so out of place, so unreal, and first he thinks no one can imagine what he feels like but then Sole does. Of course they do. He holds onto them like a lifeline and they not only let him, they encourage him. They bring him back up to his feet, lets him take his time to get ready and once he finally rejoins society they’re there, as always. They show him a place where he’s welcome and all the pain, the rage and the tears fade into something else. Something stronger.

He asks them why they don’t give up on him and they tell him that he’s worth holding on to. That he’s worth more than the sum of his parts. And just like that he knows. There will never be anyone else like Sole. There will never be anyone else who makes him feel human, even if he isn’t. Maybe he is worth more than the sum of his parts but one part is his love for Sole and maybe that’s the part that makes it all worth it.

Hancock cares for everyone who steps into his town, no matter who you are or what you’ve done. Sole is no different. He does what he has to do, lets them on their way and then continues with his duties. He hears rumors, though. Interesting ones. That maybe this drifter isn’t just a drifter.

He takes a little shine to them and appriciates that someone is shaking things up out there but then suddenly they’re robbing him? That ain’t right. He demands to see them, to set things straight and they explain the situation. They were misled and didn’t mean it. Well.

He’s glad there’s someone willing to make a difference but they seem to be too naive about the world. Hard to imagine someone not know what a bag of crap the wasteland is but alright. It happens. But maybe… Hancock can be their counterpart. He’s not doing much difference in Goodneighbor and finally there’s a person who can raise the kind of hell he wants to so he makes a suggestion and they take the bait. And so they go.

He learns a lot about them and he teaches them a lot about the world. They seem to be a good match, a perfect duo. The old vaultie and the young ghoul, fixing the world one punch at the time. Hancock already knows for a while that he more than appriciates them. This random person who walked into his town ends up being the person who brings out all the best in him. But he knows that all the best in him doesn’t make up for the worst on him. Hell, he can’t count his blessings for the vaultie to even want to be near him. So he shuts up about it. Tries to see the bigger picture.

Eventually they end up in a small town or whatever, just to stay the night. Someone throws a comment his way and he takes it in stride, it happens. No big deal. No need to start trouble that can get them kicked right back out into the open darkness. But Sole snaps and shoots back a retort that could’ve cut the mans head clean off. The jackass walks away, a little stunned and Hancock can’t say he’s the only one. Sole turns back to him, apologizes, and says he doesn’t deserve that kind of abuse.

Hancock chuckles. “It is what it is, don’t get yourself in trouble over me.”

Sole doesn’t take the bait this time. “You’re a good person, Hancock. I wish people can see what I see.”

The compliment punches him right in the gut but he keeps his cool. “Oh yeah? What do you see?”

Sole turns to face him, makes him stop in the middle of the road. “I see someone who gives a shit. I see someone willing to put himself out there for a stranger who then spits at you for how you look. I see someone with a good heart and a strong fist and someone who makes me happy I survived all this shit because it’s been worth it to get to know you.”

Now, Hancock’s loved a lot of people. He’s even been inlove a few times. He’s not a stranger to strong emotions, good or bad, but this? The warmth bubbling up his chest, threatening to burst out, the air going out of his lungs like he’s been shot up into space?

It’s the big L. His soul mate. His one and only, love of his life. And in that moment, he grins like a boy that’s just had sugarbombs for the first time.

MacCready doesn’t trust very easily. Most people don’t care about you or your troubles, they have enough of their own. So he turns himself off, suppresses his emotions and gets to work. When he meets Sole he treats them like anyone else. Sure, they’re funnier than most and their ass is… beautiful. But they’re just a person with caps at the end of the line.

And at first it works! It’s a simple job of shooting and walking, nothing he can’t do, but Sole isn’t there for a job. Sole talks to him, asks him questions, takes “care” of him. Gets him the food he likes just because he likes it, makes sure his thinner self has the extra blanket at night so he doesn’t freeze, small things like that. He tries desperately to ignore the growing affection in him, prays that he can because he needs that money and this has to be a job, not a campingtrip.

Eventually the truth comes out and they vow to help him and they do without hesitation, even sends him on his way to be with his son without regards to the job he didn’t finish despite them paying full price for it.

His fear for his son shadows everything else for a while, as he races back to the Capital Wasteland with cure in hand, ready to make things right. Once things are settled, and he can calm down, he realizes that the wasteland doesn’t feel like home. The only thing waiting for him was his son and now they’re reunited. Now that things are calm MacCready finds himself thinking about Sole a lot.

They had big plans themselves, big goals that needed assistance. He remembers their smiling face as they’d go off about how much better they were going to make things. The shine in their eyes during the dark nights next to a lantern, retelling stories they heard as a child. Their laughter that he could feel in his gut.

It doesn’t take much to make up his mind but he stays successfully naive until they meet again. He sees them on the ground, sorting through piles of scrap that they made him carry and he cringes at the way his back used to creak, but then they look up and see him. They smile so wide and drop what they’re doing to reach him and in that moment, in that small second where they spot him, is when he knows why he came back.

Piper is surprised at how well Sole handles themselves in the wasteland, all things considering. You’d think a person who’d spent last month comfortably watching TV on a sunday would be worse at fighting through hordes of raiders and ferals and yet it’s like it comes naturally to them.

What’s more; they seem to appriciate her company and they don’t even tell her to be quiet when she goes off on a tangent. But what really warms her heart is that they know of her job and reputation but still tell her everything. They never treat her like the enemy and she can barely remember the last time someone made her feel that way.

Honestly it doesn’t take long for Piper to fall head over heels in love with Sole. They’re strong and brave and they fight for the people. Even if they didn’t treat her with respect she’d probably still admire them. But Piper doesn’t really acknowledge her feelings until the truth comes out about what the Institute has done to them. They could give up. They could say the Institute is too powerful and scary that there’s nothing they can possibly do but instead they get angry. They get ready to fight even harder and when Piper sees the fire in their eyes and when they ask her to continue helping them she’s awestruck.

It hits her like a ton of bricks that this person, this glorious beautiful survivor, is everything she’s ever wanted to be and have. They’re going to make a difference whether the world is ready or not and they’re asking her to join them. She doesn’t hesitate.

Preston doesn’t feel much more than guilt for a while. Guilt for surviving Quincy, guilt for failing to save so many, guilt for just not being enough. He especially feels guilty for putting such a burden on Sole so soon after they get out of the vault, even if he didn’t know at the time. He tries to think that they had the option to say no, they still do, but he knows that’s a weak comfort. In truth, he was just at the end of his rope.

A whole community decimated to just a handful of people left. All because one person decided to turn his back on humanity. Preston continues to feel guilty but he also continues to ask Sole for help. What else can he do? His chest aches with loss and despair but he just refuses to let go of hope, that something can still grow from this. And Sole, like an angel right from the start, agrees.

His guilt gets lighter as time goes on but it never fully goes away. He’s almost comforted by the thought of it. Like a grim reminder of what has been and never will be again. It’s not until they reclaim the Castle and put the Minutemen back on the map again that he feels something else; hope.

As much as he regrets forcing Sole into a role they never wanted he’s happy it turned out that way. This person who just saw their world end and woke up in a place far worse still got their shit together enough to do what he couldn’t and maybe it’s okay that he had to be bad guy, pushing them to be good. They’re the rain that the world needed to finally be able to grow.

Despite the vigor they put into the missions to help the Commonwealth he still expects them to bow out once the Castle is running again, they didn’t ask for the job after all. But still they fight on, soldiering on by his side, enthusiastically sharing his goal to help people.

Once the guilt is only a part of him and he has room to be human again he quickly succumbs to their charm. They are the General now, and he doesn’t dare try anything, but it becomes difficult to not be enamored with them and he’s far from the only one. They’re brave, smart and tactical. But more so than that they have a heart of gold and he hasn’t seen them turn anyone in need away.

When they sit alone in their office, discussing the future of the Commonwealth, the conversation sometimes drift to more personal things. They tell him about their past and he tells them about his, about the grief they’ve both endured. He confides in them that he’s terrified Quincy might happen again and they hold his hands in theirs, locking eyes with him, and swear it never will. He believes them.

After that he adds another feeling to his chest that overpowers the guilt almost completely. It’s a new world with Sole in it, and he’s proud to be by their side.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #cait #curie #danse #paladin danse #hancock #john hancock #maccready #piper #piper wright #preston garvey #sfw #snippet #ask #reaction

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canimal · 5 years

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In terms of Hermione’s characterization in fanon, what do you dislike? Like is there a way people characterize her that you would disagree with?

Ooh, Heavens, yes, I have some opinions on this. Lol! Please excuse me for what may be a long-winded, oddly passionate rant. There is A LOT about fanon Hermione that I cannot stand. First, perhaps the most irksome and obnoxious thing to come out of fanon for me personally is “Hermione, Brightest Witch of Her Age” (or “Brightest Witch of THE Age” depending on who is writing). Okay, y’all, let’s discuss this. In PoA (and I’m talking books here because I’ve maybe seen the movie twice and I don’t really like it - but that’s a topic for another rant), Remus Lupin says to Hermione (and I’m paraphrasing because I don’t have my book with me) “You really are the brightest witch of your age.” Basically, her teacher told her “Of all the 13 year old witches I know, you’re the smartest.” NOT “You’re the brightest and most gifted and most incredible and most powerful Witch of this era in history in the entire world.” Still an awesome compliment, but hardly a title bestowed on her from the Queen. I’ve seen so many people run with that line like there’s some sort of Official Title or Office for the “Brightest Witch of Her Age”. It was a compliment from her teacher! She’s been written before in soooo many stories where she proudly lays claim to that title like she was knighted or something. No. Stop. Please. She’s clever and likes to learn, but no. Don’t call her that like it’s a real title. And certainly don’t make her refer to herself as such. It’s obnoxious. Do you know what I would do if I met someone who said “Hi, I’m George Smith, the Smartest Man in This Century”?? I’d want to punch him in the face. Also, I’m very bothered by Hermione’s canon imperfections being ignored in fanon. If you’ve ever read any of my stories, especially recent stories, you’ll notice that I’ve had to put up disclaimers reminding readers that I don’t write Perfect!Hermione because I find perfection to be unrealistic and boring. In the books, she was neurotic, anxious, stubborn, unwilling to listen to anyone who had a different opinion, very emotional, and honestly, pretty freaking mean on a few occasions. It seems like if you dare to write a story where Hermione isn’t Super powerful, All-Knowing, All-Seeing, able to fix every problem with a snap of her fingers, and a host of other annoying Mary Sue personality traits, you’ll get complaints from readers that she’s Out-of-Character. 🙄 Umm, no, the girl who cried a minimum of 71 times over the course of seven books (and those just the instances Unobservant Harry witnessed) and whose biggest fear was failing all of her exams isn’t the most confident of people. She rushes to books when she doesn’t know the answer because not knowing something makes her feel powerless. She feels that way a lot. There are some very popular stories in this fandom that just make me cringe because they’ve taken the imperfections that made her someone many of us could relate to and made her some sort of Goddess of Power and Perfection. No, stop. Please. Wandless magic .... ugh. Please allow me to roll my eyes so hard it hurts. If wandless Magic was “so easy”, why would people even need wands? If anyone could theoretically do it, why was Voldemort so worried about making his wand work against Harry? Or why was the Elder Wand such a desired object? Why did Dean make the comment that he needed to find a wand to fight and Seamus look at him like he was nuts for not having a wand? They’re important. If wandless magic could be easily done, we would see more of it. (Don’t get me started on the movies. 🤬) In one of the early chapters of my story Echoes of Silence, I had several readers want to know why Hermione didn’t just use wandless magic to save herself and the 60+ other people on the Ministry-controlled heavily warded island? Because apparently SuperGoddessPowerfulBrightestWitchofAllTime!Hermione could just snap them off the island. Forget the fact that she’d not been able to use magic for five years while she was starving in Azkaban. Nope. She should’ve been able to do it. (This also goes hand-in-hand with my above complaint.)I seriously could go on and on about what parts of Fanon Hermione I can’t stand. There’s a lot. I love messy, complicated characters and when she’s sanitized or made to be some Supreme Being that she’s not, I hate her. She’s not the character I most identify with (that would be Mr Ronald Weasley so if you want another rant on what I hate has been done to Ron in fanon, I can do it. Just not sure you’d really want me to. Lol!) but many people DO identify with Hermione because of her flaws. Taking those away from her makes her unrecognizable. If you’ve never read the canon books, People of Tumblr, please do. They’re wonderful and much better than the movies. And even if there are stories out there that I like just as much, if not more, it’s still important to know the source material.

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theolddarkmachine · 5 years

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Sheith prompt: Acxa, Ezor and Zethrid are constantly setting up situations where Keith is constantly 'falling' for Shiro, trying to help their helpless group leader. They think it's the perfect time for him to get his mate (Galran term), especially since Shiro started helping the Blades after his divorce.

New Year’s Prompts: Matchmakers

You should know that I screamed at like, everyone, when I got this prompt. I am very much a fan of the idea of Keith’s badass lesbian squad tryna help a poor boy out and kinda wish this wasn’t just a drabble well as much of a drabble as i could make it since it still is over my max lol so I could explore just a wee bit more of their dynamic. Hopefully it still hits the key points though!

Also on AO3

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“I can’t decide who is more tragic,” Ezor muses, flipping her head over the back of the couch’s arm to stare back at Acxa as Zethrid massaged at her calves in her lep.

“Flippy hair, or the admiral.”

Shaking her head as Zethrid snorts, Acxa took a sip of the strange, brown bean water that Veronica had taught her to make. It’s still too hot and she blanches at its burning bitterness before she replies.

“I fear at this point it’s all they know,” she says as she walks around the counter of the break room and toward the armchair beside the other Galra. Dropping into it, she sighed, relishing the way the cushion cradled her.

There hadn’t necessarily been anything wrong with the Galra ship they’d been using at the start of their humanitarian work, but there really wasn’t anything quite like the comforts the Atlas provided.

“There’s got to be something we can do to get them together,” Ezor continues, not bothering to look at her now as she spoke out into the open room. “They’ve been like this since we were with Lotor.”

A heaviness rolls across the room in the form of their pause as Acxa chances another sip of coffee. Deca-phoebs had past, and their former leader’s name still hung like a weight around their throats. It hadn’t been until much later that they’d realized he was a misguided soul with all the right ideals, and all the wrong way of executing them.

Sometimes, Acxa wondered if all that they were still doing was some small way of realizing the dream that was once Lotor’s goal.

“Maybe we should just shut them in a room until they figure it out,” Zethrid offers suddenly, snapping the silence like a Fate’s string.

“They’d probably starve before they did,” Ezor says offhandedly after a breath.

“They’d probably fight over who would nobly sacrifice themselves so the other could eat them to survive,” Acxa adds with a thick layering of what Veronica taught her was called sarcasm. It earns her a loud snort from Ezor.

“By the gods, they would.”

Her words faded once more to silence filled with nothing more than the quiet hum of the air system. It’s a comfortable kind of silence, only found after years of familiarity. Acxa appreciates it as she looks over the picture of domesticity her friends cut as Zethrid continues to knead at Ezor’s legs.

At one point, she hadn’t thought they’d get to this point. Lost to their own individual anger and loyalties, they’d had to fight hard, but they made it all the same.

Brought together by Lotor, their own need to survive, and then their own redemption, it was funny to think that now what they’d set their mind to was getting Keith and Shiro figure it out. Shiro’s marriage had only lasted about three deca-phoebs, a far cry from the lifetime that humans claimed. He’d joined their forces at the helm of the Atlas claiming it could only help the humanitarian effort to have Earth’s force at their side.

But they’d seen the way his gaze would turn soft whenever speaking with Keith in the same way it always had, so they knew better.

Keith’s own unwavering attachment to Shiro had always been something of an inevitability. Even when he wasn’t there, it made itself known in the spaces between the lovers he’d taken. While Keith had always loved fiercely, he still hadn’t loved quite like he did with Shiro.

Yet there had been something missing when they’d finally come back together, and watching the way they continued to dance around each other like crashing stars was painful.

“We should still try it,” Ezor pipes up. Tightening her grip on her still steaming cup, Acxa took another careful sip before nodding.

“It couldn’t hurt to try.”

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“And you’re sure you told him to come to the training deck, right?” Ezor asks, peeking over the window’s ledge of the observation room to look down at the admiral who seems to be growing more antsy by the minute. Acxa isn’t quite sure what line they must have used to get him there, but she knows for a fact that Keith had agreed to meet her at the training deck.

“Yes,” she confirms again as she pushes herself into the space between Ezor and Zethrid in time to watch Shiro look down at his watch.

Again.

“Maybe he got the day wrong,” Zethrid growls as the man below lets out what looks like the world’s wariest sigh.

“It’s hard to get today mixed up with any other day,” Acxa growls back, watching as Shiro starts to stretch his human arm, pressing the elbow back behind his head with the metallic one.

“Maybe he’s onto us,” Ezor says under her breath, almost as if it’s an after thought and that, seems entirely plausible, Acxa thinks. This wasn’t the first time they’d tried to get them alone to finally talk.

Or the second.

Or the tenth.

How many times was this now?

“He’s here!” Ezor squeaks excitedly, bouncing on her haunches as Acxa surfaces from her thoughts to see the dark, lithe shape that is Keith. Dressed in his usual form fitting black with his braid falling casually over his shoulder, he cuts a commanding figure, and Acxa can see the way Shiro stalls when he sees him from here.

“Looks like we’re finally a go, girls,” Zethrid say proudly, reaching a hand over the top of her head to meet Ezor’s with a loud clap.

“Don’t celebrate just yet,” Acxa says lowly as she watches the way Keith’s shoulders go rigid and how he crosses his arms across his chest. With his back to them, there’s no way to tell who speaks first, but she sees the way Shiro’s cheeks pink and how his mouth moves around what she can only assume is a greeting.

Holding her breath, she leans closer to the ledge to watch the standoff.

Then, quick as lightning, Shiro is on his back.

“Ouch,” Zethrid blows between her teeth, cutting her gaze away to look over at her companions. “Maybe we were wrong?”

Below, Keith moves, throwing legs on either side of Shiro’s hips and gripping the front of his sleeveless top to pull him close. There seems to be another pause as he stares down at him before Shiro shifts, knocking him to the side and reversing their positions easily.

Keith, to his credit, throws a fist up into his jaw.

“Should we stop them?” Ezor questions as Shiro spits a line of red on the mats beside them. Using his Altean arm, he gathers Keith’s wrists in his grip and wrenches his arms over his head as he leans in close.

Another pause as he speaks, and then Keith twists his hips and kicks his leg at an impossible angle to flip them in a way that leaves his knee pressed to Shiro’s sternum and his hands still cuffed by that robotic arm beside his head.

Acxa can’t help but mimic the surprised sound that forces the admiral’s mouth into a comedic ‘o’ as loosens his grip on Keith’s wrists and instead lets his arms fall to the side in what looks a lot like surrender.

“No, not yet,” she replies as Shiro says something, tilting his chin up and keeping his eyes fixed on the man above him. Keith’s breaths heave his shoulders as he keeps his head turned down, hair falling out of his braid and shielding his face.

Achingly slow, she watched as he sat back, dragging his hands from the floor to Shiro’s chest and dropping his knee down beside him.

The admiral’s mouth moves again, and for all she knows, it must be a spell as she watches Keith draw closer, leaning into him until his hair curtains them both.

With whiplike speed, Acxa grabs at Ezor and Zethrid’s shoulders, pulling them down beneath the ledge as Shiro’s arms came up to wrap around Keith’s waist.

Zethrid’s look is accusatory as Ezor makes a small sound of protest at the back of her throat. By way of answer, Acxa just nods her head back to the door.

“It was just getting to the good part,” Ezor mumbles as they push away, turning from the private scene to head to the door.

“Humans are so weird,” Zethrid muses thoughtfully as it swooshes open before them.

They are, Acxa thinks, a small smiler flicking the edges of her mouth up as her mind roves to her own human. She also thinks, for just a moment, that that’s what made humanity so beautiful.

“Come on, girls,” she hums, throwing her arms across both their shoulders and pulling them close as they exited into the empty hall. “Our work here is done.”

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#sheith #outside pov sheith anyway #which is one of my fave ways to explore them tbh #acxa #zethrid #ezor #new year's prompts #coeurbrise02

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sickandtideeeee · 6 years

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By Bast - Chapter 6 (Erik x Reader)

The next few days were dually disorienting and stabilizing.

N’Jadaka seemed to have relinquished you from your prison suddenly, and you were reposted to your original chambers. The only difference now is you were perpetually flanked with two Dora. You couldn’t tell if it was his doing or Okoye’s, but you quickly grew used to your every move being watched. You still had no idea what threat you could possibly have posed, but you were begrudgingly grateful for any freedom that you may have.

More importantly, you had adapted to eating a meal or two, face to face in a defiant silence, each day for the past week with that monster. Oddly enough, he respected the silence for the most part, only reacting with the cantankerousness of a child if you ate too little or with too little gusto.

“Bitch, if you try that hunger strike bullshit one more time, I might starve the whole damn nation,” he had threatened once, breaking the silence that usually accompanied your shared meals, his voice even-keeled but with the severity befitting a sovereign ruler. You hated that he seemed perfectly adapted to being the head of an authoritarian regime, yet you suddenly found yourself shoveling food into your mouth. You knew he was serious. With a surreptitious glance up from your plate, you could see a smirk flicker across his lips.

On day 8 of post-release, Amina was the one to summon you from your chamber. It was the first time you had seen her since your release, you realized, and when you heard her voice call out from outside your room before entering, you realized you were elated to see her. You missed her.

Part of N’Jadaka’s odd obsession with your movement was insisting that you not leave the palace in any shape or form. You had not even been able to travel to the temple – not that you would have had the courage to anyway given the most recent events.

“Nkiru, you’ve been requested.” Soft footsteps approached the side of your bed. Although it was approximately six in the evening, you had opted to keep your curtains closed in an attempt to quell a growing migraine. You felt her eyes lower onto your body tightly wrapped in a multitude of blankets. She laid a hand on your still body, and you flipped over to face her.

Although the light was dim and your eyes had yet to adjust, Amina’s hazel eyes somehow seemed darker than usual.

“Are you doing okay?” she murmured. Her voice was soft, her usually strong silhouette seeming to shrink.

“I’m… okay.” You responded. You still had not cried a single tear for your father, your childhood friend had disappeared along with her mother and the rightful king was likely long dead without a proper burial. A tyrant was on the throne, unable for whatever reason to eat his meals alone. Rumors in the lower palace swirled that you were his consort and the General saw you as an accomplice and traitor.

But you were fine. Really.

“Are you?” You asked, unraveling yourself from your cloth sanctuary and sitting cross-legged on the bed. You tugged onto Amina’s arm, inviting her to sit with you, but she remained firmly rooted to the ground, the staff in her left hand resembling a cane for support more than a weapon.

She smiled weakly, nodded affirmation, and led you wordlessly to the throne room.

N’Jadaka always seemed to test out new ways to disrespect Wakandan tradition each moment he was in power. He had so far disregarded any prayer time to Bast, refused to take a single day trip outside of the palace to meet the new populace he was governing as a new king customarily did, actively ignored any requests for town hall meetings, and rushed the council elders who gave their morning state reports, effectively talking over them. It was clear that his goal was for a military state and nothing else. However, what really was grinding on your nerves today was that he was sitting in T’Challa’s throne sideways, legs thrown over one armrest and hands behind his head.

The blatant disrespect made your face grow hot with anger. It didn’t help that he also had the nerve to summon you without food to palliate you. You spoiled easily.

“Ay, babygirl, you made it!” he proclaimed with childlike glee. As usual, you wanted to bash his teeth in, but you grit your teeth into a respectful smile.

“Yes?”

“Yes, what?” he snarled, now leaning forward in his chair, fingers curled tightly onto his arm rests.

“Yes, my king.” You all but spat out. He grinned widely and beckoned you to stand closer. As if on cue, the attendants filed out of the room hurriedly, and you, yet again, felt the burn of judgmental eyes boring through your backside.

“I got a job for you, finally.” He shared, brown eyes twinkling in delight. “Build me one of them dope ass suits I saw in lil princess’ lab.”

That was sudden, and you were taken aback by the request. “Me? Of all people?”

“Well, they been telling me that the next best thing to Shuri is you.”

This was both true and false. Although you had taught Shuri at some point, she had long and far surpassed you in intellectual ability. Besides, you were less of a biomechanical engineer and more of a chemist – or alchemist, who could say.

You did not respond, inwardly calculating the risk versus the yield of having time away to tinker in the laboratory, far from the constant surveillance. The sudden agency would allow you some much-needed freedom, but also time to not just think, but work. You had been starved of intellectual stimulation since he had shown up anyway.

It was sufficiently clear that building him a functioning panther suit was an absolute no-no. Regardless of the immense power he now commandeered, without a vibranium-infused suit, he was clearly disadvantaged. It must have been a clear embarrassment for him for this request to have come so much later, given how rapid and meticulous he was about setting his military plans in motion.

Something was odd about this request, however. Shuri had clearly designed more than one suit for her brother in the past year. In fact, her latest one, one that you had teased her relentlessly about due to its gaudy, golden, and more jaguar than panther motif, should still be on display in a corner of the laboratory. Given that Mount Bashenga had been searched from top to bottom after Shuri’s disappearance, it had to have been brought to his attention.

Unless…

Your eyes grew wide with realization but masked it quickly with a low bow.

“I would be honored to.” You said quickly, under your breath. As you looked up, he gave you a quizzical look for a second, then smirked.

“You ain’t as stubborn as usual today. What’d you got planned?” Your heart skipped a beat, but he laughed, and the heavy load in your belly lifted.

“Sike nah. You hungry?”

With a snap of his fingers, the servants came pouring in.

You walked back to your room belly full, but heart just as full with guilt. However, this time as you walked through the palace corridors, your mind was full too, thoughts racing a mile a minute. For once, you were too distracted to feel bad about being escorted back to your chambers by a Dora whose distaste for you was palpable, second only to the general herself. The same thoughts flitted through your head.

Shuri took the suit with her. Shuri took the suit with her. Shuri took the suit with her.

Shuri has the suit.

Shuri did not run.

She intended to fight.

She intended to fight back with full force.

A week was neither long nor short. She was hatching a plan, and you had to help her. You needed contact with the outside, and buying time while building a useless suit, was the perfect way to figure out how to make that contact, to help her, and to fight back.

Your escort all but shoved you into your room before leaving in a huff, and unbothered, you leapt over to your desk and flipped over the journal you had neglected since the day your father died. A worn, old-fashioned scientific journal, with square-lined paper; it was thick with your ideas, STEM-related or more personal musings, free from access by the pervasive Wakandan cyberspace.

This sudden sense of control over your own fate was exhilarating, and you flipped quickly through the pages to your notes on herb-infused fabric. Oh, you would build this asshole a suit all right.

However, your excitement faded to curiosity as a small piece of paper slipped out and fell to the ground. Its ragged edges suggested that it had been torn off another page in your notebook in a hurry before being scribbled on, folded up and shoved back into your book. Mildly concerned, you opened it up slowly, hoping that it wasn’t what you thought it was.

But it was.

A secret message in Amina’s familiar, yet horrendous, scrawl.

I’m sorry. I had to run.

Tagging: @syndrlla97@iwantsomethingeternal @1killmonger@chasingsunlight@hoopshoney @destinio1 @wakanda-inspired @thadelightfulone @lalasparkles @pessimisfit @youreadthatright @stark-red19 @ruruly20 @bossyboyd03 @autumn242 @heybriheyyy @ thelovelyliterary

@muse-of-mbaku (tagging you because you’re amazing and i really want critique from you lol)

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alirhi · 3 years

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Posting for a friend

I will probably take this down later lol. I didn't write it to share - remember my post a few days ago about writing fanfiction as free therapy? That's what this was - but I sent a tiny chunk of this to a friend last night and she seemed to like it, so I figured I'd let her read the whole thing. (Friend shall remain nameless, in case she was just being polite ❤😂)

Anyway, here, if you're bored and feel like reading some awkward and weird Sebastian Stan fanfiction lmao... (and yes, I am aware that it's wildly unrealistic and 90% of what Seb says and does would never actually happen. if I'd been planning on sharing this when I wrote it, I would have put in more effort to make it less stupid XD)

She couldn't believe she was really doing this. What the hell was wrong with her? This was so not going to end well. Heart in her throat, she wandered this city she hated with a burning passion and kept a lookout for familiar landmarks. Stalking. This was officially stalking, and it was creepy and horrible. What the hell was wrong with her?!

There he was. She stopped dead in her tracks, stunned; she'd been trying to find his gym or something, the saner part of her hoping she'd find nothing and could walk away saying she'd tried. She never expected to see him walking down the street, coffee in hand. At least he didn't appear to be on the phone, or with anyone.

Tightening her grip on the object in her hands, she sucked in a deep breath and forced herself to approach him. "E-Excuse me? Mr. Stan?" He stopped, breathtaking blue eyes locked on her, and she flinched. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry to bother you, and I know this is crazy unprofessional. I'm not even in the film business in any way, I just... I'm doing a favor for my sister. She's in film school, to be a director, and she was too scared to approach you."

"You don't sound too thrilled about it, yourself."

His wry smile soothed her nerves ever so slightly and she let out a nervous giggle. "Big fan. Also a big fan of respect and boundaries, so I pretty much hate myself right now. Um. So..."

He nodded to the thing she was unconsciously crumpling in her hands. "That a script?"

"Uh-huh." Shaking violently now, she thrust it out at him and nearly wept when he took it. "I know it's beyond a pipe dream, I just... I promised her I'd try, and... Well, it'd mean the world to us both if you would even bother reading it. The super pipe dream is... is you starring in it. As Ben."

Still smiling awkwardly, Sebastian was flipping absently through the pages. "Contact info in here?"

She nodded. "Hers; it's on the inside of the front cover."

He handed it back, smile widening when she began to quietly panic. "Add yours. I want you to act as her agent; this took guts. I'll let you know what I think, okay?"

"For real?" Quickly scribbling her name and phone number under her sister's information, she stammered, "M-mulțumesc!" Then she caught herself and cringed. "I'm sorry. I probably mangled that, I-"

"You speak Romanian?!"

She stole a glance at his beautiful face and immediately melted at the puppy-dog excitement there. With another nervous laugh, she admitted, "No. I've been trying to learn it, but not much has sunk in yet."

Sebastian chuckled, taking the script back and glancing at the cover. "Well, then I appreciate the effort even more, Ali. Nice to meet you. I'll let you know, okay?"

"I'll only be eagerly staring at my phone like a crazy person."

They both laughed and Ali turned to walk away before she could humiliate herself any further - though, she didn't think there was a new low to reach after driving five hours to stalk a stranger - when Sebastian stopped her with a gentle, "Hey." When she turned back to face him, he smiled, expression somewhere between tender and sly. "Why did you do this? Aside from her being your sister, what's your connection to all this?"

"What, I can't just be a good sister?" She laughed at the look on his face and blushed. "I never do anything. Smart or dumb, safe or risky... I just... I do nothing. I work, and if I'm lucky, I sleep. I guess I just wanted to be able to say I did something, even if it was stupid and crazy and, let's face it, really creepy. And I really am sorry for stalking you and disrupting your day. Thank you for not immediately calling the cops."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." He held up the script, grinning at her. "What started out super creepy turned out to actually be kinda sweet. I hope your sister knows how much you love her."

"She knows how much I love you." She'd muttered it under her breath, or thought she had. Apparently Sebastian had bat ears, because he turned pink and laughed. "...Sorry."

He shook his head. "I love you, too. I love all my fans."

"Wonder boy, you are perfect." That got another laugh out of him, and knowing her luck would run out soon if she didn't quit while she was ahead, she waved, wished him well, and fled.

The fact that she'd just met Sebastian fucking Stan kept her buzzing like a bumblebee in a jar for for the rest of the day. She nearly exploded with joy when he called her the next morning.

She almost ignored it out of habit; she never answered the phone if she didn't recognize the number. Then, kicking herself for her absurd optimism, on the off chance that it was him, she answered.

"Hey, it's Sebastian." As if she didn't know his voice! Her heart stopped, lodged itself in her throat again, and she just barely managed to choke out an awkward grunt by way of greeting. "So, I just finished the script, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to meet up for lunch to discuss it?"

Holy. Shit. She cleared her throat, but it didn't help much. "Uh... when?"

"Does around one or two work?"

"Today?!" Her eyes bugged, and then she realized she'd never told him where she was from and she laughed. "Um. It might have to be a bit later than that. I'm in Massachusetts."

"You drop off work for me and then just take off?" His tone was obviously teasing, and she smiled. "What the hell is that about? You're a crap agent!"

"I live in Massachusetts, dude! I had to go home and feed my cats."

He went from teasing to stunned in a heartbeat. "You mean you drove all the way down to New York to spend five minutes talking to me, and then drove all the way back?"

"Yep. I did mention that I'm a crazy person."

"Apparently!" He chuckled, and the sound warmed her heart. "It seems cruel to make you drive all the way back down here again when you just got home."

"I don't mind," she was quick to assure him. "I just need a little more time to get there, is all. It's a five-hour drive, not..." She glanced at the clock; it was eleven. "...Two."

"Alright, dinner then!" He still sounded somewhat dubious, but they made plans to meet up for dinner around six to give her some extra time in case of traffic, and hung up. Then Ali entered Panic Mode as she scrambled around the room trying to make herself presentable in a hurry.

It took until she was pulling onto the final road for her to realize the address Sebastian had texted to her wasn't in NYC; it wasn't even in New York. He was meeting her at a restaurant in CT. She'd been so distracted by the 'oh holy shit' of it all that she hadn't been paying much attention when she copied it into her phone's GPS.

"I figured you might be more comfortable out here," he explained with a smile when he showed up shortly after she did. When she reached out to shake his hand, he took hers and leaned down, kissing her cheek. "You don't strike me as the big city type."

"Not at all," she agreed with a laugh, trying not to blush as they settled in their seats. The script - now curled and spiked with little tabs and scraps of paper - sat on the table by his hand. Fighting the urge to sink into herself, she forced herself to ask, "So what did you think? Looks like you have some notes."

Sebastian smiled somewhat bashfully. "Oh, no. Well... kind of. My first run through, I marked scenes and lines that stood out to me, so I could pay extra attention when I went back over it. The 'notes' are mostly just my dorky comments."

"...Like...?"

His shy smile turned into a playful grin. "Let's order first. I'm starving!"

She absolutely hated eating in front of people, hot guys especially, but she didn't want to be weird and just watch him eat while she sipped water or something, either. Desperately praying that they'd both be too distracted by talking about work for her to be self-conscious, she scanned the menu for something cheap and simple.

"When's the last time you actually went on a date?" When her head snapped up and she gaped at him, Sebastian laughed. "I'm not saying that's what this is. I'd have been very clear and up front about it if I was asking you out. I just mean, you somehow look even more uncomfortable than you did yesterday, and you're looking at the prices before you even look at what the food actually is. I just figured you're not used to being treated to dinner."

"You never said you were treating," she pointed out with an awkward giggle. "I'm poor, and so is everyone I know. I always look at the prices first." Under no circumstances would she tell this man that she hadn't been on a "proper" date... ever, really.

"I don't even want to think about how much gas you burned through, driving down to New York and back in one day, and then coming down to Connecticut today." He laughed and shrugged. "I figured paying for dinner was the least I could do."

The least you could do? she thought, a little dismayed. Not having your stalker arrested or slapped with a restraining order is already more than most would do!

"Did I lose you somewhere?"

Jolted out of her thoughts, Ali blushed. "No, sorry. I just..." She stared at him, lost in those big blue eyes she loved so much. "You're not fake. Not that I thought you were! I just mean... Gods, you really are just the nicest guy in the world!"

Sebastian laughed. "For buying you food?"

"For giving a shit. You don't know me; I did something unforgivably creepy and invasive yesterday, and I feel like most people would be running full-tilt the other way, but here you are, actually sitting down and talking to me."

"If I can't handle being stopped on the street now and then, I'm in the wrong line of work."

Okay, she had to give him that one; but still... "If you love what you do, you're never in the wrong line of work. I don't believe for a second that you 'signed up' to have your time off disrupted by strangers, or to be constantly surrounded by people all demanding things from you."

With a grin, he teased, "Maybe that's why I want to give you a chance. You didn't demand; you asked, very nicely, and apologized for turning up out of the blue. And you're forgiven, by the way, so can we put that to rest?"

Ali blushed again, staring down at the table. "...Yeah. Of course. Um... Thank you."

"Ali, I like that you're honest; that you know when you've fucked up, you own up to it, and you apologize. That's... that's a good quality. And as for this fuck up..." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lift the somewhat mangled script and risked a glance up at him. He was grinning. "You've got my attention. The question is, what are you going to do with it?"

Down to business, then. Bracing herself against her own anxiety, she sat back and looked him right in the eye. "That depends largely on you. It's basically a student film written to be a full-length movie. Amelia's still in school; I don't know if she's even been taught how to secure funding yet, and networking isn't her strongest skill. That's why she sent the script to me to try to get things in motion. Believe it or not, my anxious, neurotic ass is the one better with people, at least in a professional capacity."

Sebastian stared at her, wide-eyed. "...Wow. You're...eloquent. Where the hell did this come from?"

Snorting, she flashed him a quick smile. "You got me through the 'oh god I'm such a pest' meltdown. Now it's work time. I've got a fair bit of attachment to this project; her screenplay was based on a comment I made and a few lines of dialogue I sent her-"

"So this was your idea?"

"Both of ours." Ali had no interest in being a screenwriter, so while her ego wanted credit for her contribution, she downplayed it, instead. "Anyway, I'm invested, and not just because I want to support my sister. The thing is, I may be better with people, but I'm nobody; I know nothing about this industry." With a wry smirk, she added, "Except just enough to know that I'm doing this whole thing ass-backwards, but whatever. Now, what did you think of it? Plot, characters, whatever comes to mind."

"The first thing that caught my eye was this little list in the beginning." He flipped the cover open, pointing to where the 'dream cast' the girls had discussed was listed and grinned while Ali blushed all over again. "I've never worked with Avan Jogia, but I wouldn't mind making out with him. His lips look really soft."

She wanted to crack up at that, but settled for a muffled snort, instead. "They do, don't they?"

"So, have you spoken-" He stopped when she shook her head, and he gave her a patient smile. "This is it for progress so far, isn't it? Just having the script at all, and talking to me."

"Which is more than I honestly expected," she admitted with a nod. "I mean, I have faith that if it can somehow get made, it'll be amazing, but right now that's all we've got, is faith."

The grin was back, even as Sebastian dropped his gaze back to the screenplay in his hands. "Faith and a very funny script so full of fandom nods it would never work without exactly who you want in each role."

"...You noticed that, huh?"

It was his turn to snort with amusement. "Kinda hard not to. You dressed Ben as army-Bucky. If we do this wrong, Marvel might sue."

"We?"

The 'duh' look he gave her made her laugh. "What? You thought I dragged you all the way down here to tell you I'm not interested? The Halloween party alone had me laughing until I cried." With another glance at the page, he added, "It helps that I know most of these guys. If you can get me a digital copy of this, I can send it along and see how many of them I can prod into helping. Hopefully my manager can reach out to Avan and Elliot. I can probably get hold of Mark on instagram..."

"That would be amazing." She couldn't believe how well this was going. The more they talked, the more clear it became that Sebastian was really into it, and his excitement made her giddy. They talked for hours; Ali was so distracted by the deep dive they took into the characters and the story that not only did she forget to be self-conscious about eating, but she even forgot to spazz internally about the fact that she was talking to her hero and biggest celebrity crush.

The restaurant had a bar attached, so it was open pretty late. By the time they realized how long they'd been sitting there, it was midnight.

"You are not driving four hours alone, not right now," he insisted as he walked her to her car. "Let me at least get you a room in the city."

Ali smiled, touched by his concern. "I'm fine, I promise. If I get too tired, I can always pull over and take a nap in my car."

"It is insane to me that you're so casual about driving, like, what? Three, four states over? Just to sit here with me for a couple of hours."

"Do you not know who you are?" she half-joked, laughing. "And for the record, I don't give a flying fuck that you're famous. I care that you're kind; you're warm and open and patient in a world that works so hard to crush all of those qualities. You're a hero to me, not because of the spotlight, but because of who you continue to be in spite of it." He looked like he was getting a little misty-eyed and flustered, so to lighten the mood, she added, "When Sebastian fucking Stan invites you to dinner, distance be damned! You go to dinner!"

He still turned adorably red, but he laughed, so she considered that mission accomplished. "At least call me when you get in so I know you're safe?"

"It'll be like four in the morning," she pointed out gently, "and that's if I don't stop for a nap."

"I'll be up, trust me." At her dubious look, he crossed his arms and playfully stared her down. "In about two seconds I'm just gonna take you home with me so I know you won't die on the road."

"I wouldn't say 'no' to that!" The second the words were out of her mouth, she cringed so hard she had to squeeze her eyes shut. Sebastian was laughing again, so that was a small comfort.

"Oh, is that what you've been angling for this whole time?"

She could tell from his tone that he was just kidding, but she was still quick to tell him 'no.' Then her mouth and her weird sense of humor got away from her again. "I mean, you're gorgeous and I want your babies, but that's beside the point."

"Oh god!" He was cracking up now, and she couldn't even tell if he was genuinely amused, or just really uncomfortable.

"Jesus, I really have to get away from you, right now!" Shaking her head, she started digging through her bag for her keys. "We're done with work, which means Fangirl Mode has reactivated, and that's good for no one!"

"No, I think you need to stick around." He smiled softly when she glanced up at him, eyes seeming to see right through her. "You're really always honest, even if the truth humiliates you beyond bearing. That's incredible. Are you just incapable of lying? Did a little kid make a birthday wish about you or something?"

Oh gods, she'd almost forgotten he was a huge Jim Carrey fan. "If they did, it was for a lot longer than a day!" His intense, if oddly tender, scrutiny was starting to make her feel things best left buried and she hastily looked away. "Could you please stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

Tears stinging her eyes, she glanced into his and then quickly away again. "Like I've got a chance. I know that's not-"

He cut her off with a soft kiss, shocking her into silence, and then gave her the saddest little smile she'd ever seen. "Why wouldn't you?"

"Don't do this to me." She shook her head, feeling as though she was shrinking in on herself. "I can't be the thing that fucks this whole thing up for my sister when it all goes to shit between us. I can't!"

"That's a rather bleak outlook on the entire situation. I don't know whether to be more offended by your lack of faith in my ability to be professional, or the fact that we're not even together and you're already seeing a breakup."

"I'm a lot to handle," she pointed out with a pathetic attempt at a smirk. "An unmedicated mess. Nobody likes me for long."

Sebastian scowled, reaching up to wipe her tears off her cheeks. "Least of all you, it sounds like."

"Sebastian, you don't understand." Though all she wanted was to fall into his arms and never move again, she broke away and backed up a few steps. "I have been shit to her, and this movie means too much to me and her career means too much to her, and I can't keep ruining everything for us both!"

"You don't do anything." He grabbed her by her upper arms to hold her in place and keep her from moving any farther away from him. "You told me yesterday that you never do anything. Ali... Ali!" When she wouldn't look at him, he shook her; lightly, but enough to startle her into looking him in the eye. "Do something."

She shook her head, closing her eyes as if that would help; as if his beautiful face wasn't already burned forever in her mind. "I can't. I can't. I know too much about you, it's creepy!"

"Okay, let's make it fair, then." She could actually hear his grin. "Tell me the creepiest thing you know about me, and then match it with something about you."

Ali couldn't help laughing at that. "Actually, the creepiest fact for me to know actually came to me in the least creepy way." Involuntarily, she glanced at his crotch, and then quickly back up just in time to see him blush.

"You've seen Monday."

"And everyone who has knows you're not circumcised," she pointed out with a mostly awkward laugh. "Which honestly didn't surprise me, seeing as how you're from Europe and aren't Jewish, so why would you be? ...I don't really know how to 'match' that one."

"If we weren't standing out in a parking lot I could be a total asshole and say you can strip down and let me see you naked." He laughed when she turned bright red and swatted his chest. "But that seems like a bit much. Um... well, that's sort of a body modification, right? So do you have any risque piercings or tattoos?"

She shook her head, giggling. "No. No tattoos at all yet, and the only piercings so far are my ears. There's a bunch that I want, but I haven't gotten around to it."

"You know what? Gimme your phone." He grinned when she handed it right over, clearly not realizing that it was confusion that prompted the move, more than trust. A few seconds later, her GPS was talking as he handed it back. "I'll meet you there."

"Please tell me you're not-" She glanced down and cringed. "You are. You're making me drive in New York City."

"You could always just ride with me and I can bring you back in the morning for your car."

"Oh hell no! I'll meet you there! ...Wherever 'there' is."

'There' turned out to be a rather classy-looking brick apartment building in Manhattan. Unable to process what that likely meant - there was no way! - Ali squashed the thought down and ignored it, simply focusing on finding a place to park. That alone was a Herculean task.

"I can't believe you made me drive a RAV4 through New York!" she playfully snapped as she got out and approached his little sports car.

Sebastian laughed. "I can't believe you drive a RAV4! You're so tiny!"

"I'm only four inches shorter than you, Tank."

"I'm not a tank..." He glanced down at himself, looking adorably confused. "Am I a tank? I kind of was for Civil War, but that was years ago."

"Mmm..." Feeling bold, she draped her arms over his shoulders, smiling when his hands moved automatically to her waist. "You're lean, but you still look like you could bench me with one hand. I don't like the big, veiny Dwayne Johnson types, anyway. Don't get so bogged down in what Hollywood wants you to be; you're perfect, Sebastian."

"Wow." He grinned, pulling her closer. "You're good for my ego!" With a playful nip to her neck, he started backing her toward the door. "Yep. Definitely sleeping with you. Come on."

Ali laughed as he finally released her waist and took her hand instead, and she followed him inside. "Do I get a say in this, Casanova?"

"I said I was gonna sleep with you," he mock-growled, face buried against her neck again, "not rape you. Get in here."

She giggled when, apparently deciding she was moving too slowly, he yanked her inside and into his arms, kicking the door shut behind her. "Sebastian... Sebastian!" All she wanted was to let him keep being silly and flirty, but she couldn't shake the feeling that they were about to make a mistake. "You are incredibly charming. You are. And my god I want you so bad it hurts!"

"Then what's the problem?"

"The problem..." She framed his face with her hands, letting him kiss her before pushing him back. "The problem is that I'm your fan, and I hunted you down like a crazy person-"

"And I forgave you for that."

"That's sweet, and I appreciate that. And that's not the point. The point is, I did that to work with you."

"No," he pointed out with a smirk, "you did that to get me to work with your sister. I made you stay stuck in the middle because you're really pretty and I'm really lonely and you kinda seem somehow even lonelier than me."

"You're not wrong..."

"Ali, listen. Relax." Mirroring her pose in a weird way, he framed her face with his hands and smiled when she turned her head to kiss his palm without thinking. "Whatever happens, it's not gonna happen tonight. It never was; I was just being goofy. It's late and I'm old; I'm tired."

"You're not old-"

He kissed her quiet. "I'm too old to be fucking a twenty-year-old at one in the morning. I brought you here because we were spending an awkwardly long time in that parking lot, and-what?" He grinned, watching her lose her shit, and she pressed her face against his chest. "Why are you laughing?"

"I love you!" She hugged him, still giggling helplessly. "You really think I'm only twenty?"

"Around there, yeah. Why?"

"Dude, I'm thirty-four!"

"No way." He gaped at her and then grinned, shaking his head. "No way!"

Still giggling helplessly, she nodded. "We're only five years apart, man."

"Got a painting in your attic I should know about?"

"No!" Oh god she couldn't breathe! "Just good genes. And I don't drink or smoke."

"Wow. Wow!" Sebastian laughed, pulling her down with him as he sat on the couch. "I feel so called out right now!"

"Not my intent, Smoogie-OHMYGOD!" She'd been about to cuddle him but the second she realized what she'd said, she launched herself off his lap, red-faced and laughing hysterically.

"What? What was that?" Laughing almost as hard as she was, Sebastian yanked her back down onto the couch. "What did you just call me?" Pinning her in place, he tickled her mercilessly as she screeched and howled with laughter.

"I'm sorry! It slipped!"

"What the hell is a Smoogie?!"

"Nothing!" He finally let up, and she gasped and wheezed, gulping in lungfuls of air like he'd been strangling her. "It... It literally has no meaning," she rasped. "It's just a random made-up word I used once out of nowhere and I guess it kinda stuck in my brain."

Sebastian snorted and helped her sit up. "Like 'winter's children.' Alright, the brain is a weird, weird place. I get that." With a grin, he nudged her and added, "Smoogie."

"Nooo!" Giggling, Ali pushed him back. "You're Smoogie! Come up with your own dumbass nickname." Eyes wide as she thought back to some of the weird shit that she'd heard come out of his mouth in the past, she hastily amended, "Better yet, don't."

"Oh, no." He hugged her tight. "No, no, no. Challenge fucking accepted! I'm gonna give you the single most embarrassing nickname you've ever heard of!"

She groaned, but it quickly turned into laughter. "At least fuck me first, so when I die of embarrassment, I can die somewhat happy!"

"Oh, so now you want it?"

They grinned at each other right before Ali hid her face against his chest. "I always did, I just don't think it'd be smart."

"Tell you what..." He pushed her back a bit, just enough to duck his head and kiss her. "Let's get some sleep, and see how things stand in the morning. That'll also give you time to think about this:" Those warm, soft hands were back on her jaw and she found herself lost in his gorgeous blue eyes. "My interest in that script has nothing to do with my interest in you. Your sister wrote a funny movie, and had it come to me through my manager, I'd still want in. You are beautiful and vibrant and honest, and my god, I'm into you! Completely separate things, and neither has any influence over the other."

"Promise?" Tears blurred her vision, but not enough to hide his soft smile from her. "I mean-"

He kissed her quiet and stood, pulling her with him. "Come to bed. We can talk about it in the morning. I just... I know I shouldn't be this overprotective of a total stranger, but I couldn't deal with the thought of you possibly crashing and dying on the way home tonight. I don't like people driving tired."

"You're so sweet it hurts." She grinned, but it quickly faded as it registered that he was pulling her into his bedroom, and she planted her feet. "I can just crash on the couch."

"What? Don't trust me to be a gentleman?"

It was obvious that he was just teasing her, but she still was quick to assure him, "No, I trust you. I just..." She sighed. "Oh, to hell with it. It's not like there's anywhere to go but up after literal stalking. I don't want to be a one-night-stand or fuck buddies or whatever. I don't want 'something casual'. Maybe some women are fine with just, like, the bragging rights of fucking a celebrity or something, but that's not me. I don't give a rat's ass that you're famous; I really don't."

"Yeah, you said that earlier. So what do you want?" He gave her a wry, tired smile. "And why can't it wait until after sleep?"

"I'm sorry!" Despite her rather bleak mood, Ali giggled a little before hastily getting to the point: "I want to be your girlfriend, but for many reasons, I'm not optimistic about the chances of that happening. And falling asleep in your arms, or even in your bed at all, is just..."

"Ah." With a nod, Sebastian released her hand and stepped back. "I'll get you a blanket."

She couldn't help it; when he came back and tossed a blanket on the end of the couch, she grinned and said, "Anthony's gonna be so jealous."

"Anthony Mackie has never been in my house!" They both laughed, and then Sebastian gave her a sweet kiss on the forehead before disappearing into his bedroom with a soft, "Goodnight, Ali."

"Night, Seb."

The couch was surprisingly comfortable, but Ali still couldn't sleep. On top of the discomfort of being in someone else's home for the first time, she was too busy spiraling over what a fucking idiot she was. If she didn't stop getting in her own way, she was going to end up pushing Sebastian away completely; something told her she didn't have long before he'd get sick of her constantly grasping for excuses to keep some professional distance between them. Would her desperate desire to not ruin things by sleeping with him end up ruining things by annoying the hell out of him?

Eventually she passed out from sheer exhaustion near dawn, and woke sometime later to the soft murmur of a familiar voice. At first she thought she'd left a video going on her laptop or something, but then as she sucked in a deep breath and stretched, the previous night floated back to her along with a lungful of Sebastian's scent and the weird realization that she actually knew what he smelled like now.

As awareness reluctantly returned to her, she realized Sebastian was on the phone in the other room and, blessing the natural softness of his voice, did her best to tune him out. Not her business. Instead she sat up and started playing with her phone, checking messages and jumping into another youtube rabbit hole.

"You know, I'm right here." Startled by the very amused voice right behind her, she whirled around and answered his grin with one of her own. "You don't have to look me up on the internet."

"You were on the phone," she pointed out, even as she dropped hers into her purse, "and you're funny as hell on press tours."

"I was on the phone with your sister." He sank down onto the couch beside her, and without thinking she snuggled up against his side, smiling when his arm dropped over her shoulders. "It took me thirty minutes to convince her I'm really me and it wasn't a prank. Not a very trusting woman, that one."

Ali laughed. "Did she spend the next thirty minutes after that hyperventilating?"

"No, she held it together pretty well after that. Very giggly, but we managed to say what needed to be said." She felt him shift and glanced up to see him staring down at her. "You didn't tell me she was in Florida."

"...Oops." She flashed him a sheepish smile. "Sorry."

"It's fine; doesn't really change things, it was just a surprise. Now..." He shifted, and she took her cue to scoot back a bit so they could look at each other more easily. "Shall we be grownups and talk about last night?"

About half a dozen childish jokes were on the tip of her tongue, but she pushed them all down with a deep sigh and nodded. "I suppose we should."

"Tell me why you think you have no chance." He crossed his arms, staring her down and making her feel about two inches tall. "I don't want to get fifteen minutes into a conversation and feel like you're just grasping at straws to drive me insane. Get it all out."

"Jeez, no pressure or anything," she grumbled, pulling her knees up to her chest. "I don't have a neat, itemized list of everything that's wrong with me. That's not how my brain works. If I miss or forget something and think of it later, and you're just gonna make me feel like a bug for opening my mouth, why don't I just leave now and save us both the headache?"

"I can't tell if you're being frustrating on purpose for some reason, or if you're just the single most insecure person to ever walk the planet."

Oh, so many snarky comebacks were bouncing around in her head, but once again she squashed the impulse to be childish and just shook her head. "I'm sorry. Neither, really, I just... I have this really annoying habit of pushing people away so I'm never vulnerable and I can never get hurt."

"How's that working out for you?"

Ass. She looked away, crossing her arms over her knees and resting her head on them. "We've all got damage. Sue me."

"You're never going to find someone who'll put in the work to fix you. You gotta do that yourself. If you keep pushing people away hoping one will try to take a jackhammer to all these walls you put up, you'll just be constantly disappointed."

"What are you, my shrink now?" She jerked her head up to glare at him, but the intense look on his face stopped her cold.

With a look that reminded her quite a bit of the Winter Soldier, Sebastian demanded quietly, "What do you want, Ali?"

"...I don't know." She looked away again, hiding behind the curtain of her long copper-red hair. "You don't even know how terrifying that is. I always knew! I knew who I was, who and what I wanted to be... Now, I just... I have no idea."

"You should try acting." His tone was only half joking but she still snorted. "What? You get to try on different lives, and maybe you'll find one that suits you. Who knows?" He nudged her, making her smile a little. "Maybe you'll find that you love the work, and it's your new calling. Whaddaya got to lose?"

"People don't start acting in their thirties."

"Well, that's utter bullshit." She glanced up just in time to see his cheeky grin. "And you don't look anywhere near thirty, so I say cash in on that while you can. But! I wasn't actually asking the deep life question when I asked what you want."

"I know," she admitted with a sheepish shrug. "I got sidetracked by existential dread. Sorry."

"Happens to the best of us."

Ali grinned, shaking her head, but her amusement didn't last long. With a sigh, she told him, "The sad fact is, I don't know. I don't know if I want a relationship, or if I just don't want to feel like a whore. The juvenile fangirl in me wants to make you happy; to be in your life no matter what form that connection takes. And I'm lonely and antsy, and definitely attracted to you..."

"This all sounds like a good start," he said with a soft laugh. "And it doesn't sound juvenile to me; it's sweet."

"There is one thing I do know that I want." Hoo boy, this was not going to end well. Damn her psychotic obsession with honesty! "One thought-one desire, I guess - that haunts me." She was afraid to look at him, but she needed to see his reaction. Steeling herself against her own anxiety, she looked him right in the eye and confessed, "More than anything in the world right now, I want to be a mother. It's freaking me out, because I never wanted kids until very recently, but for the last couple of years it's been practically consuming me."

He was analyzing her again; if it was anyone else, it would have pissed her off royally, but all she could think of was 'bionic staring machine' and she had to fight not to laugh. "I wonder why that is."

"Oh, I know exactly why." She finally gave in and snickered a little. "But if I tell you, you're gonna think I'm insane."

"I already know you're insane," he teased, "so just tell me anyway."

"I'm a witch," she told him point-blank. "I sometimes get little glimpses of possible futures. I've seen my future daughters, and they've become so real to me, so vibrant and full of life, that I'm desperate to meet them for real."

Sebastian smiled faintly. "What if you end up having a boy?"

"I've seen that possibility, too," she conceded with a laugh. "He's adorable. These kids... Sebastian, I've seen their faces. I know their names. And every day that goes by that they don't exist is more painful for me than the last. And that's... That's a huge part of why I didn't - still don't - think it would be a good idea to sleep with you. Why I'd feel like a trashy whore if I did."

He slowly nodded, understanding visibly dawning in his eyes. "Because you want too badly to get pregnant. More than you want to be with me; with anyone."

"Yeah. And I have yet to think of a way to go about that without being just... so creepy, or straight-up evil."

"...This." At her look of surprise and confusion, he made a little nod/shrug gesture she couldn't quite describe. "This is the way to not be creepy or evil - being honest, up front. Talking it out. You may not necessarily get what you want, but if you do, this is absolutely the way to do it respectfully."

She smiled and nodded. "Good point."

He ruffled her hair, making her smile again. "You've got a lot going on in that head of yours. Must be exhausting."

"It can be."

"You're an absolute mess, no doubt about that." He nudged her with that boyish, playful grin she loved so much. "But I still like you. Start as friends, see how it goes?"

Heart swelling, she nodded. "I'd love that."

There was a moment of weirdly charged silence, and then Ali blurted, "I do have one question I've been dying to ask you for months, though."

"Oh god." He laughed. "Should I be scared?"

"Maybe," she conceded with a giggle. "I won't be offended or even surprised if you refuse to answer, let me just lead with that. It's personal, I'm just curious."

"Okay, so it's not a request, per se."

She laughed again, shaking her head. "No, not a request. I was just wondering, after seeing Monday-"

"Oh no!" Cracking up, Sebastian backed away. "Any 'personal' question that starts with a reference to Monday can't be good!"

"And the set shots for Pam and Tommy!" She had a feeling she was going to have trouble breathing around this man a lot. He always had her cracking up. "You had so little body hair, but I know it grows! I've seen you with hair on your chest - which was unbelievably sexy, by the way - so, like... is that just a thing you do in recent years? Do you always get that in-depth with your grooming, or is it just when you know you'll be showing a lot of skin in public?"

"Obviously it's just when I know someone's gonna see!" He laughed, shaking his head. "I mean, do you shave your legs when you're not gonna show them off?"

"Yes." Grinning at his look of surprise, she shrugged. "My skin is so stupidly sensitive that body hair makes me unbearably itchy, all the time. I eradicate that shit constantly."

"Oh, okay." He nodded a little. "So for you, it's not an aesthetic choice, it's for a good reason and really is just for yourself. That makes sense." It was his turn to shrug and grin. "I'm just shallow. If I'm gonna be naked on screen, I wanna look good."

"You're gorgeous, you're allowed to be shallow."

"Is that how that works?" They both laughed, and much to Ali's immediate, overwhelming joy, Sebastian tugged her against his side and squeezed in a sort of half-hug. "That seems like an unfair standard. And I'm not sure I still fit that bill at my age."

"Oh, stop!" She swatted his chest, even as she rested her head on his shoulder and cuddled closer.

"By the way..." He kissed her temple, lips still pressed against her flesh as he murmured, "I know you wrote that script."

Flinching, she tried to move away from him; she only wanted to be able to look at him, but he seemed to misinterpret and held her tight against his side.

"Your sister confirmed it, but I figured it out last night. You know way too much about this story and the characters to just be a messenger." She felt him smile as he kissed her head again, and couldn't help smiling with him. "You're brilliant. I hope little sis is half as good a director as you are a writer."

"...Thank you." What the hell else could she say to that? All she could really think about, folded in his arms and feeling so warm and safe, was that he was already an amazing friend. She'd known for a while that he approached friendship in a way more typical to women, with the cuddling and constant complimenting; the sort of wholesome, deep love-without-romance that was exactly how she was as a friend. It was amazing to be on the receiving end of that, and while her hormones would probably always scream to jump his bones, she hoped things stayed exactly as they were between them.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Chapter 5

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Summary:

The air outside was stale, just like she remembered and the sick, familiar feeling sitting deep within her gut reminded her of just how little she wanted to be back in Riverdale. As Jellybean’s sleek, black car pulled up just outside the only hotel within miles, Jughead’s hand tightened around hers, as if to say

you’ll be okay, I’m here.

Thanks to @jandjsalmon as always for being the most amazing beta to ever beta and for making my words beautiful ♥♥♥

Also thanks to @youbuildmeupbeliever, @tory-b, @paperlesscrown, @aunt-imogene, and @a92vm for reading over it for me before it went to Jandy and making sure I didn’t use the word “thrust” a bajillion times (LOL y’all think I’m joking). You’re all amazing and I love each and every one of you.

Notes:

*warning* This chapter is super spicy if you catch my Riverdale drift. Read with caution.

It is important to note that I completely made up the judicial element of this fic. The appeal scene in this chapter is absolutely not how it would work in real life at all.

Happy reading everyone! Since it took so long to update, I gave you a 6k+ word chapter to make up for it ;)

A preview of chapter 5 is under the cut!

The tinkling of the bells above the door at Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe alerted the nearly-empty diner, along with Pop Tate, of their arrival. Though there were hardly any patrons inside, Betty still moved with caution through the tables and chairs with Jughead following closely behind. When they approached a somewhat private booth in the back they took their seats on opposite sides of the table and removed their jackets as a large man in a chef’s uniform approached them.

“Betty Cooper! Is that really you?” Pop didn’t care to hide his excitement at seeing one of his favorite customers return to him, “I’ve missed you, girl!”

Betty moved herself closer to the man so she could hug him, pleased and warmed by the enthusiasm and the fact that apparently she still had at least one ally in Riverdale. “Hey, Pop! It’s so good to see you!”

Once Betty scooted back to her original spot on the booth bench, the older man shook his head. “It ain’t right, what happened to you. This town ain’t treated you right, not for a second. I’m sorry ‘bout all that. But now you’re back!” Jughead smiled to himself at the jovial old man. “What can I get you and your-” he paused, acknowledging Jughead for the first time, smiling brightly, “boyfriend? You want your usual?”

“You remember my usual after all this time?” She asked, a little taken back by the fact, but feeling tender emotions in her heart just the same.

“Of course, Betty! I remember all my favorite customers’ orders! Now, what can I get you?”

“The usual would be great, Pop.” Betty motioned towards Jughead before introducing the two of them. They shook hands and Jughead placed his order.

“I’ll take the biggest cheeseburger you’ve got and a coffee, please.” Jughead was starving and though he tried staying in shape, he loved a greasy burger.

“Sure thing, Mr. Jones. Anything for a friend of my girl’s here. I'll have this up in a jiffy. Until then you two let me know if you need anything.”

As Pop walked away from their table, Jughead turned toward Betty. She looked beautiful in the soft, dim diner light despite the sun shining brightly outside. “Betty,” he said, smiling at the way her eyes snapped to his face so quickly. “Are you doing alright?”

“I’m doing as well as can be expected, I guess. Being in Riverdale makes my skin crawl.”

“I know, baby girl. We don’t have to stay here for very long. Just tomorrow and then we’re gone and I promise I’ll take your mind off things once we get back to the hotel... but first I need you to do something for me.” Betty agreed immediately, as she always did, eager to hear what was being requested of her. “I need you to call your parents’ house and let them know you’re in town,” he said solemnly, taking her hand in his across the table.

“What?” she practically screeched and pulled her hand from his. “I can’t do that, Jughead. I can’t.” Betty could feel the tightening in her chest. She was getting herself worked up and finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.

“Betty, baby. Calm down. It’s okay. I’ll be with you the entire time and all I want you to do is tell them that you’re in town. I’m certain they know about tomorrow. You don’t have to schedule a meeting with them or go see them, just tell them you’re here. They’re your parents and there is a real reason I’m asking you to do this, one that I’ll tell you someday, but for now I need you to trust me.” He again covered her shaking hand with his own warmer, steadier one.

The weight of his hand on hers grounded her slightly, as did his calming words. She managed to slow her breathing to a normal rate after a few moments and as her thoughts came back to her, she took a deep breath and let her eyes roam over her dinner date. She knew exactly what he was doing getting her to take the steps to mend fences in the future. She appreciated it, but was equally terrified. Could she do it? Call her parents after ten long years of pretending they didn’t exist?

“Betts, you need to do this. I promise it will be as painless as possible but it’s important. A quick phone call and we can get on with… other things. If you’re good for me, I’ll make it extra good for you,” he added, hoping the light bit of humor would help calm her.

The fingers of the hand already holding his own tightened as she reached for her phone with her other hand. “Alright, Jug. I trust you. I’ll call them. I’m not promising I won’t hang up on whoever answers after I’ve told them I’m here, but I’m calling.” Her eyes narrowed on him as she picked up her phone. “You owe me so many orgasms, Mr. Jones.”

Her words startled a laugh out of him. He decided to get up from his own side of their booth and slide in next to her. His arm snaked around her and he held her tightly as she dialed the number she had known by heart since she was a small girl.

The phone rang until the answering machine picked up. Betty looked at Jughead whose expression urged her to continue.

“Mom and Dad? This is Betty. I just wanted to let you know I’m in town for the appeal hearing. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but I’m staying at the hotel just past the town line. You can call there if you want to talk to me. Bye.”

Betty hung up the phone and allowed herself to fall back into Jughead’s arms as she sighed the biggest sigh of relief. “Such a good girl for me, Betty. Such a good girl,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head and rubbing his hand gently against her shoulder.

Once the two of them ate what amounted to one of the best cheeseburgers Jughead had ever eaten, they left Pop’s and walked back toward the Riverdale Inn hand in hand.

“Go, get cleaned up and ready for me, baby girl” Jughead told her as they approached their door. “I’m just going to let Jellybean know we’re back.”

Betty kissed his cheek and quickly entered their room, her excitement almost palpable as Jughead walked the few steps to his sister’s room and knocked. The door opened with a flourish to reveal Jellybean in her finest holey pajama bottoms and a Pixies shirt. “What do you want, Fucker?” she asked, raising her perfect eyebrow.

“Just to tell you that we’re back… and that you might want some earplugs,” he replied with a smirk.

“Ew, gross. I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.” Jughead chuckled at his own joke as she continued. “How is she, Jug?”

“She’s okay. I had her call her parents before we came back just to let them know we’re here.”

“And how did she take that?” Jellybean stepped aside to let Jughead into her room.

“I really can’t stay long,” he said as he stepped inside from the hallway. “She panicked at first, but she did call them. It’s good for her, and for them, to at least know she’s okay. I know you would’ve wanted the opportunity to speak with our parents after what happened too, if you had the chance.”

Jellybean nodded. “You’re right, Juggie. Maybe before this trip is over I should sit her down and tell her my story?”

Jughead nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think that might be a great idea, but you don’t have to go telling her tomorrow. Let the moment come. Now, I’m going over there and I’m going to take her mind off of all of this.” He grabbed a small plastic package from his pocket and threw it at his sister. “Here, I was serious about these.”

“Earplugs? You’re ridiculous.” She shook her head fondly at her brother. “Go do what you need to do, bro. I’ll be here doing my own thing. I have noise cancelling earphones and very loud music.”

A devastatingly handsome smirk crossed his features and he practically ran to the room next door.

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