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‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe.’

fratboy/jock!Jimin x cheerleader!reader (bc apparently I don’t know how to not write university aus) - e2l, smut, angst, humour, a teensy bit of fluff if you squint

Part of ficswithluv’s Bulletproof Bingo!

Rating: 18 (graphic sex and mature themes)

Word Count: 14.9k+

Warnings - there’s a lot (because this is absolute filth) so please read carefully! discussion of drugs and consumption of drugs, alcohol consumption, mention of rape, brief mention of murder and violence, brief mention of STDs, extremely bad language, extreme sexual tension (like on another level guys), brief mention of stripping, Jimin is a total dick, a lot of arguing and insulting, y/n has way too much pride for her own good, Jimin is too arrogant for his own good, mention of Namjoon being naked (you’ll understand when you read it), explicit sex, unprotected sex (use protection guys!), hate sex, (really) rough sex, very slight dubcon (she doesn’t explicitly say yes but she does give him consent), dom!Jimin and sub!y/n, y/n is the brattiest bratty stubbornest brattiest brat, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, mention of spitting during sex, marking, y/n does a little striptease, nipple play, finger sucking, cum licking/swallowing, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, edging, begging, spanking, hair pulling, punishment, pussy slapping, degradation, mild sadism and masochism, very brief exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (m receiving) and mention of oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, gagging, thigh-riding, overstimulation, Jimin has a big fat huge monster cock, teasing, manhandling, slapping during sex, penetrative sex, squirting, cunnilingus, (I’m sure that’s it, but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!)

a/n: hey guys! please enjoy this absolute filth lmao (blame black haired Jimin for being the sexiest person in the world). the biggest thank you to the love of my life @silverlightprincess for proof-reading this two nights in a row and hyping it up so much, you’re the best and I love you. lmk what you think and hmu if you’re interested in a part two x

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‘Please come with me. I can’t go by myself,’ I whine at Jennie who sits on her bed, watching me in amusement like she’s watching a film or TV show.

‘Nope, and I already told you why; I don’t want to see him, not after what happened,’ she says, and I roll my eyes as I order an Uber. ‘So you’re really gonna make me go by myself? What if I get drugged, or beaten up, or raped, or murdered, or-’ ‘y/n!’ she exclaims reproachfully, and I shrug, ‘it could happen.’ ‘Well, it won’t. Loads of our friends are there. Wendy and Irene and Seulgi, Yeri and Joy, loads of people,’ she lists off. ‘Yeah, and they’ll be there, too,’ I sigh. ‘Well, I mean, it is at their house,’ she says, holding back a laugh, and I stick my tongue out at her.

‘You know what I mean. I hate them – jocks are so unbearable. It’d be better if you were there,’ I say, pouting. ‘You’re a liar, you don’t hate them. Just him,’ she points out. ‘Well, what if he tries something? He’s so strong, he could literally lift a car if he wanted to-’ ‘Bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?’ she says, and I roll my eyes again. ‘You know what I mean. The point still stands that he’s strong – you’re the one that saw him at the gym lifting more than your body weight. And remember when he knocked one of the players on their opposing team to the floor in that match last year, and he was literally twice his size. If that guy couldn’t take him on, how can I?’ ‘And you think I can? I’m smaller than you, you idiot.’ ‘But you’re scary.’ ‘You’re scarier than me,’ she says mildly, and I sigh. ‘Please, Jen. It’s not even that big of a deal, what happened. If anything, it’s more embarrassing for him than for you,’ I say, trying so hard to persuade her. ‘It is a big deal. It only happened yesterday – I at least need to give it a couple days before I can face him again.’ ‘Fine, I’ll go by myself. If I’m not home in the morning, it’s on your head,’ I say dramatically, pulling on my heels.

‘Don’t be like that,’ she reprimands before launching into a speech, ‘you look absolutely gorgeous and the boys will be all over you, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do, please use a condom. I don’t need you bringing an STD back with you. If there’s an emergency, or you need me to pick you up, call me. Make sure you keep me updated on what’s going on. Don’t drink anything anyone gives you – pour your own drinks. Make sure you’re always with one of the girls.’ ‘Okay, okay! I’ll see you later, mum!’ I exclaim, and she laughs, pulling me into a hug. ‘Be careful, y/n,’ she says gently, and I nod. ‘When am I not, Jen?’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. I leave our dorm and head down the corridor, opting to take the lift instead of the stairs – these heels aren’t that high, but I don’t want to take any risks.

My Uber’s already there by the time I get outside, so I jump straight in. The journey there is short (not short enough to walk in heels, though) and within five minutes, we’re pulling up in front of the house. I climb out, the driver instantly zooming away, and I look up at the house in front of me. It’s much bigger than and further away from the rest of the houses on the street, and it has its own little pier out onto the university lake, perfect for drunken skinny-dippers at the end of the night. I head up to the porch, the Greek letters for Alpha Sigma Phi hanging above my head, and push through the slightly open door. The party is already in full swing, loud bass-heavy RnB pulsing through the house, people already drunk and dancing, the smell of drugs thick in the air. I push through the throng of my classmates into the kitchen where I know my friends will be. The lowered volume in the kitchen is brief; only the moment before my friends notice me is quiet. ‘y/n!’ they all shout, and I jump in surprise. ‘y/n, you made it!’ Wendy shrieks, throwing her arms around me. ‘Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it,’ I say, hugging her back. ‘y/n, you look good!’ Yeri exclaims, holding me out for her to admire. ‘Thank you, Yeri, but look at you! Absolutely gorg!’ I don’t get to hear her reply before the rest of my friends greet me, all of them dressed up and drinking. ‘Let me get you a drink. What do you want?’ Irene asks me, and I scrunch up my face in thought. ‘I’ll just have Diet Coke for now – I don’t want any alcohol,’ I say, and I feel a hand appear on my waist. ‘Lightweight,’ I hear his teasing voice, and I can’t stop the big sigh I let out, accompanied by my signature eye roll.

‘Where are your pom-poms today?’ he asks, and I turn to look at him, the smell of vodka strong on him. ‘I was wondering how long I’d have without you bothering me,’ I say, fixing him with a dirty look. I’ve always thought of him as tiny, but he really isn’t – I have to tilt my head back slightly to look at his annoying face because of how close to me he is (he most definitely has lifts in his shoes). And it’s not just his face, that’s annoying, let me tell you that. It’s everything about him. And shall I tell you why? Because it’s all perfect. Everything about him, physically, is infuriatingly perfect. His legs are long and toned, his waist cinched and his frame slim, with vascular hands adorned in silver rings, matching with the silver earrings hanging from his ears and the silver Chanel necklace around his neck (how he can afford Chanel jewellery whilst at university, I don’t know). His lips are plump and glossy, like a Bratz doll, and his eyes are a deep chocolaty brown, framed with dark lashes. His jaw is sharp, his cheeks chubby, and his black hair is soft and fluffy, swept back to reveal the tan skin of his forehead and dark, bold eyebrows. Long story short, he’s beautiful, on the outside. The inside is a whole other story.

‘Bothering you? More like gracing you with my presence. Remember, this is my party, and there are plenty of other, more… willing girls I could be spending my time with, but I chose you. You should be honoured,’ he says with a grin, and I scowl at him. ‘Honoured?’ I echo as Irene hands me a red solo cup with the Coke in it, ‘it’s not your party. It’s Alpha Sigma Phi’s party.’ ‘And what does everyone think of when they think of ASP? This handsome face and the perfect dick that comes with it,’ he says, preening, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Can you not be so annoying and full of yourself all the time?’ ‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe,’ he says lowly, thumb swiping across his plump lips, and I blink, heart jumping which pisses me off – my own body betrays me when I’m with him. ‘Well, whatever. I don’t think of you when I think of ASP. I think of a bunch of douches,’ I shrug, changing the subject back, and he grins even wider, obviously amused that he managed to make me flustered. ‘Now, now. Is that any way to speak about your friends? I’m sure the other boys would be offended to hear you speak about them like that,’ he says, plucking the cup from my hand and taking a sip. ‘Well, let me correct myself. You’re the douche,’ I say tiredly, and he grins. ‘You won’t be saying that for long. You’ll be eating your words when you feel how good my cock is,’ he forebodes, handing me back my cup, completely empty. ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to feel anything,’ I mutter, throwing away the cup, and he chuckles. ‘Oh, y/n, you do amuse me,’ he grins. ‘Oh, Park, the feeling is most definitely not mutual,’ I say in a bright tone, a fake smile plastered on my face. ‘Good talk, y/n, I’ll see you later,’ he says distractedly as he moves away from me, watching a sophomore that’s just walked in with her friends, wearing a skimpy dress. She’s pretty and looks nice, but I can’t help but dislike her instantly, surprised at myself for being so bitchy.

‘Who are you shooting lasers at?’ Joy asks. ‘Park Jimin,’ I spit out, turning my dirty looks to him instead. Or rather, his back, as he’s now facing away from me, speaking to the sophomore. ‘Cradle robber,’ Joy observes, and I laugh. ‘I wouldn’t quite say cradle robber – we’re only a year older than her,’ I point out, and Joy waves my words away. ‘Still. Anyway, are you drinking?’ she asks. ‘Well, I did have a drink, but he took it and downed it,’ I say, motioning to Jimin who’s now got a hand on the girl’s arm. She looks up at him with a sweet smile, her eyes wide and big, and I almost want to go over and warn her away, knowing he’s just looking for someone to fill his bed for the night. ‘Well, Seulgi brought Malibu, and I know you like it, so here,’ she says, pushing an unopened bottle into my hand and disappearing back into the throng of people. ‘Thanks,’ I say to the spot where she was just stood, plucking a clean cup from the packet, pouring out some of the rum and mixing it with coke (an unopened bottle – I’m no rookie). I also find some straws and pick out a pink one, dropping it into the cup. Just as I begin to take a sip, a pair of big hands clap down onto my shoulders, making me jump and I choke on my drink.

‘Oh, shit, sorry. You okay, y/n?’ I hear Namjoon’s voice as I cough again and again. ‘Do I look okay?’ I ask once I’ve stopped choking, my eyes beginning to water and my face warm. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to,’ he says reproachfully, holding back laughter. ‘Idiot,’ I mutter, taking a seat on one of the stools around the kitchen island (these trashy dirty frat boys don’t deserve such a nice house). ‘Sorry. Anyways, how are you?’ ‘I was fine before you tried to kill me. What about you?’ ‘Um, good, yeah. I saw you speaking to Jimin,’ he says, triggering an eye roll. ‘He’s such a pain in the ass. I’m gonna file a restraining order.’ ‘Go for it, I’ll file one too. So, you, um… did you come by yourself?’ he asks, rubbing at the back of his neck, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Don’t be a pussy – say it with your chest,’ I say in a bored tone, and he sighs. ‘Did Jennie come with you?’ he asks quietly. ‘No, she wasn’t feeling too well, so she stayed back at our apartment,’ I grin, and he puts a hand to his forehead. ‘She’s avoiding me, isn’t she? Urgh, I’m such an idiot.’ ‘I can’t argue with you there,’ I reply, and he scowls at me. ‘Sorry. But, it’s true, you are an idiot. I mean, what on earth were you thinking?’ I say, failing to hold back my laughter. ‘I didn’t know that she would be out there. If I’d known…’ he trails off. ‘You wouldn’t have run across the pitch butt naked?’ I ask, and he slaps a hand over my mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. ‘Keep your voice down! I don’t want people knowing. I lost a bet, and I did it at night-time so no one would see. How was I supposed to know she’d be out there?’ he says defensively, and I shake my head at him in disgust. ‘You’re a mess. And, anyway, yes, of course she’s avoiding you. How can she look you in the face again properly having seen you completely naked?’ I say, struggling to hold back laughter as I think back to Jennie’s face when she walked into our apartment after going somewhere quiet to speak on the phone to her sister, Rose – there was a party going on in the apartment next door, so she went on a walk, conveniently running into (a naked) Namjoon. ‘Oh, go suck Jimin’s dick,’ he says half-heartedly. ‘Go flash Jennie again,’ I retort, and he flips me off before disappearing.

I stay in the kitchen the majority of the night, catching up with all my friends. It’s been a while since I had a chance to socialise; settling back into the Uni schedule after a long summer is tough, especially when you have an entire cheer team to lead. And cheering isn’t easy! People think we just run around in skimpy outfits, chanting and waving pom-poms, but there is so much more to it than that – I’d go as far to say that cheer is one of the hardest sports you can do. I spend so much of my time choreographing and working out to keep fit and planning routines and deciding positions for the team. It requires a lot of dedication and time to get everything done before the season starts. But obviously, a lot of my peers don’t have to dedicate their time to things like that and are used to partying, opting to get black out drunk at these frat parties instead of socialising with their friends. Only three hours after my arrival, there are people passed out all over the place, bedrooms occupied, and drunken students dirty dancing in the living room. Sat in the same stool as three hours ago, I watch Yeri flirt with a senior, feeling proud of my girl. She catches me watching and I put my thumbs up to her, giving her a big encouraging smile, and she quickly looks away for fear of laughing out loud.

‘Ah, y/n. Alone?’ I hear Jimin’s voice from behind me before he takes the seat beside me. ‘Yes, and I was enjoying it,’ I say pointedly, despite knowing he won’t go. ‘How have you been? Still dancing away?’ he asks with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘Cheer isn’t the same as dance.’ ‘I’ve seen you on the side-lines while we’re playing – sure looks like dance to me.’ ‘And anyway, why do you have to say it like that? I’m not a stripper,’ I say exasperatedly, completely ignoring his stupid interjection. ‘What’s wrong with being a stripper?’ ‘Nothing, I consider it at least nine times a day.’ ‘Let me know if you decide to pursue that as your career – I’d be more than happy to support you. Maybe even join you if football doesn’t work out for me.’ ‘Oh, I don’t doubt you’d support me, you pervert.’ ‘Now, you know that’s not true. I only flirt with girls that want me back. If they don’t, I leave them alone.’ ‘So why don’t you leave me alone?’ ‘Because it’s clear to me that you enjoy my flirting. You might act like you don’t, but not once have you ever explicitly told me to stop, or to go away,’ he says, and I struggle for a comeback, knowing it’s true. He might be a total dick and I might hate him, but the flirting and the attention, it makes me feel good. It’s a nice feeling, knowing that a boy who could have anyone… wants me. ‘See?’ he points out with a smirk, and I roll my eyes as he takes a sip of the vodka in his hand. ‘You need to deflate your ego a little.’ ‘You need to pull that stick out your arse.’ ‘It’s stuck up there, with your head.’ ‘Touché,’ he laughs, and I shake my head.

‘So, as I was asking before we got side-tracked, how have you been? How are you finding junior year?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why do you care, Park?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘Why wouldn’t I care?’ ‘Because we don’t like each other.’ ‘I like you,’ he smirks, head resting on his hand, arm leaning on the countertop. ‘No, you don’t, and I sure as hell don’t like you.’ ‘Why do you keep lying to me, and to yourself, y/n?’ ‘I’m not lying. Just because you’re attracted to someone, it doesn’t mean you like them,’ I say, regretting the words as soon as I see the mischievous light in his eyes. ‘You’re attracted to me?’ ‘That’s not what I said.’ ‘It pretty much is, y/n. But it’s okay, I knew that already. It’s just nice to hear it out loud. Well, I hope that’s what you were referring to, and not to me being attracted to you, because that certainly isn’t true,’ he says, my body going cold at hearing his words as my jaw drops. I turn to look at him, a shit-eating grin on his face, and I want to slap it off.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,’ I say, and he just gives me an infuriating grin. Now, let me make something clear. Park Jimin isn’t that bad. Annoying, flirty, egotistic? Yes, exactly, and everyone loves him for being the star player on the team, which makes it worse. But I can deal with him. He’s not really… the bane of my existence, or anything like that. But he is the most irritating person I’ve ever met. He’s like a chipped nail on a fresh set, or a bird chirping outside your window at 4am when you have an exam. But this? This is on another level. How, how on earth, has he managed to turn the tables onto me like this? ‘What d’you mean?’ ‘What do I me- I mean that you flirt with me every opportunity you get!’ I say, voice getting a little louder with annoyance, and he raises an eyebrow, still looking annoyingly laidback, his smirk and my anger growing at the same rate. ‘So what?’ ‘So… if you’re flirting with me that often, you’re attracted to me. You’ve made it clear you’re attracted to me,’ I say slowly, starting to wonder if I’m missing something, and his grin grows impossibly wider. ‘Just a bit of fun, isn’t it? Doesn’t mean anything,’ he says with a little shrug, and I try to hide the way his words hurt.

‘Fine. Go have a bit of fun with someone else, then,’ I say savagely, facing away from him and crossing my arms over my chest, and yet, he seems nothing but amused. ‘Don’t be like that, babe,’ he says easily, reaching for me, and I slap his hands away, ignoring the pet name. ‘No, leave me alone,’ I say sulkily, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he rests a hand on my thigh, lips twitching when I don’t brush it off. ‘Come on, baby, I was just kidding,’ he smiles serenely, and I turn a scowl to him. ‘Well, I didn’t find it funny, so go find some other girls who will,’ I spit at him, and he’s holding back a laugh, which infuriates me even more. ‘But those girls are boring. You aren’t. So stop being bratty,’ he says, and my mouth falls open slightly, my eyes fixed on his stupidly handsome face. ‘Bratty? I’m being bratty?’ I demand, and he nods, lips slightly quirked up at the ends with amusement. ‘Yes, angel, you are.’ ‘Well… you’re being a dick.’ ‘Real mature,’ he says with a roll of his eyes, and I scowl. ‘Says you, you fucking manchild.’ ‘Wow, you really are a brat. I’ve apologised, like, twice. Get over it and stop being so stubborn.’ ‘I’m not being stubborn! ‘You are.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are too.’

‘Wow, you two are children,’ Jungkook’s voice comes from beside us, and we both turn to look at him. ‘How long have you been there?’ Jimin asks moodily, and Jungkook grins, dropping me a wink. ‘Long enough to see that you two need to stop fucking around and… fuck,’ Jungkook says, and I scrunch up my nose in disgust, leaning away from Jimin. ‘Don’t ever say that again. I hate him,’ I spit out, putting emphasis on the word so he understands that I truly mean it, and he rolls his eyes again, taking a sip of his drink. ‘You don’t have to love each other. Hell, you don’t even have to like each other,’ Jin’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to him with a hard stare. ‘Seriously? Who fucks someone they don’t like?’ I say, both Jungkook and Jin laughing. ‘Lots of people, actually. Honestly, y/n, I promise you, it’s better when you don’t like each other. No strings attached, no obligations afterwards, and you don’t have to think about whether it feels good for them,’ Jungkook explains, and now my entire face is scrunched up in disgust. ‘That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. You men are disgusting,’ I say, giving Jimin a pointed look, and he gasps. ‘Don’t look at me! I’ve never done that!’ Jimin exclaims defensively, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, right.’ ‘He’s telling the truth,’ Jin says, and I turn my raised eyebrows to him. ‘Sure.’ ‘No, seriously, he never has. Everyone Jimin fucks adores him, so he’s never known the joy that is hate sex,’ Jungkook says, he and Jin laughing as I give them a disgusted look, Jimin suspiciously silent. ‘Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, come dance with us,’ a high-pitched female voice calls from the living room, all four of us looking to see a group of skimpily dressed freshmen beckoning the boys over. Jin and Jungkook waste no time, practically leaving us in their dust as they rush to join the girls.

I look to Jimin, who hasn’t moved a muscle, still with a stormy expression on his face. ‘Well? Go dance with them,’ I prompt, and his features smooth out before a small smirk curls his lips up. ‘I’d rather stay here, babe, with you,’ he says, and I grit my teeth, trying not to swing for him. ‘You didn’t hesitate to leave me earlier for that sophomore,’ I say despite myself, knowing I sound petty, and he chuckles. ‘Jealous, baby?’ he asks, and I let out a sigh, having had enough. ‘If you’re not going to go, I’ll go,’ I sigh tiredly, getting up from my stool, and heading towards the living room. He grabs my hand as I pass him, turning me around to face him, and I want to pull my hand out of his grasp, but the second I turn to see those big brown eyes on me, I freeze. And I hate it. How can he be such a dick to me all the time, so flirty but then so cold, and I forgive him every time because he’s handsome? How? ‘What do you want me to say, y/n? That you’re prettier, way prettier than the sophomore girl, and those drunk freshmen dancing in the living room? That you’re prettier than every girl in this damn house? Is that what you want?’ he asks, actually sounding sincere for once, and my heart jumps at the compliment. I hate it. I hate him.

‘No. I want you to leave me alone,’ I spit, wrenching my arm from his grasp, and he lets out an amused chuckle. ‘Good, because I hate lying,’ he says with an easy grin, and that little voice in my mind just says, ‘oh’ as I stop still. ‘You know what? Fuck you,’ I whisper, feeling tears in my eyes as I turn away from him, ready to go home. ‘You should be more polite, angel,’ he calls after me, and I can’t help myself, turning to look at him. ‘What?’ ‘I said,’ he replies, getting up from his stool before downing his vodka (I hope it’s mixed with something because he doesn’t wince at all), making me wait until he says, ‘you should be more polite. A request like that? You could at least say please.’ My blood boils, anger actually consuming me as all I can see is red, and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face. ‘You’re such a fucking dick, Park. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,’ I rage, stepping closer to him, and he just carries on grinning at me. ‘Go on, babe,’ he says when I’m silent for a moment, jutting his chin out to prompt me, and I want to actually slam his head into the wall. ‘Just fuck off. I can’t deal with you right now, go find someone who adores you so you can stick your tiny dick down her throat,’ I spit at him, his face twisting with anger at me using his friends’ words against him (or at calling his dick tiny – I’m not sure which), and I stomp towards the back door.

I push open the door, storming through and narrowly avoiding colliding with a group of boys passing around a joint. ‘Oh, hey, y/n!’ Taehyung exclaims when he sees me, a big grin on his face. ‘Hi, Tae,’ I say quickly before rushing up towards the road, pulling my phone out of my pocket to order an Uber. ‘You’re leaving?’ I hear Jimin call after me, and I let out a scream of rage, whirling around to face him. ‘How many times do I have to tell you to leave me the fuck alone?’ I shriek, the few people outside watching us with interest, Jimin marching up towards me. ‘No, you don’t get to say your piece and leave,’ he spits out, jaw clenched in anger, and I look skywards, throwing my hands up in despair. ‘Say what you want to say, then. Go on,’ I prompt, voice shaking with anger.

‘You’re such an uptight little bitch, y/n. You fucking mope around in the kitchen at parties, don’t touch the drugs and barely drink, thinking you’re so high and mighty and above the rest of us. You can’t even take a fucking joke and you turn it into something serious by fucking insulting me!’ he shouts, and I’m a little shocked and a lot hurt, the people around letting out little noises of embarrassment on my behalf. ‘Are you kidding me? Just because I don’t turn into a messy fucking disgrace at parties, doesn’t mean I’m uptight!’ I shout back, taking a step towards him, and he lets out a humourless laugh. ‘See? There you go again! It’s called having fun, y/n, you should fucking try it some time!’ ‘I have fun, you dick!’ ‘Yeah, okay, sure you do. You were sat by yourself at a party. Do you know how sad that is? And me, being the nice guy I am, come to sit with you to talk, and you’re just fucking rude to me!’ ‘Nice guy? You have to be joking! You’re not a nice guy, and you never have been! You’re entitled and egotistic and can’t keep your dick in your pants! You can’t take a hint, and even when I tell you explicitly to leave me alone, you don’t!’ I shout, both of us moving closer and closer to one another. ‘I’m trying to be nice, for fuck’s sake! I don’t understand why you tell me to leave you alone!’ ‘I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to accept the fact that I. Don’t. Like. You,’ I say in his face, emphasising every word, hoping he finally gets the message.

‘You fucking liar,’ he says lowly, taking another step closer to me, centimetres apart from me. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I said that you’re a liar. You do like me,’ he says, eyes dark as he looks at me, and I scoff, trying to ignore how tense I am now that he’s this close to me. ‘I promise you, I really fucking don’t,’ I laugh, our voices much quieter now, everyone around us still watching the exchange, straining to hear our words. They must be confused to see a girl not falling at the feet of great Park Jimin for once. ‘Stop lying, for once, y/n! Discard your pride, for fuck’s sake! You think I’m stupid?’ he asks, getting even closer to me, so close that his chest brushes against mine, my skin igniting at the touch, and I curse my body for betraying me. ‘You think I don’t see you literally fighting the smile off your face when I compliment you? You think I don’t feel the way you shudder when I touch you? You think I don’t notice how you lean towards me when we’re sat together? You think I don’t see the way your breath catches in your throat when I talk about the things I’d do to you? And it’s sexy, it’s really fucking sexy, and it’s so fucking hot when you play hard to get,’ he whispers, his tone harsh but his words making my entire body feel like it’s on fire because, yes, I fucking hate him, but God, he’s hot as hell. And then he makes me want to strangle him by saying, ‘but you ruin it by being so fucking uptight and taking a stupid little joke to heart.’

I let out a disappointed sigh, opening up the Uber app on my phone. ‘y/n. What the fuck are you doing?’ he asks, an edge to his tone, and I ignore him completely. ‘Are you ordering a fucking Uber?’ he demands, sounding incredulous, and I continue to ignore him, knowing it’ll piss him off even more. ‘I’m trying to fucking speak to you and you’re ordering an Uber? Can you stop being so fucking immature and, like… talk to me? Put down your fucking phone, y/n,’ he says slowly, and I can practically sense how he’s trying so hard to keep a hold of his temper – I can see him clenching and unclenching his fists, the vessels in his hands more visible than ever. And then he snatches my phone out of my hands. ‘Wha-’ I start to say, looking up at him, but I’m startled into silence when my eyes meet his. I’m good at riling him up from time to time, but I have never seen him this angry, not even when he’s playing football. His eyes are dark, cheeks flushed with rage, jaw and fists clenched so tight that I’m worried he might shatter a bone, and I actually feel scared. ‘Give me my phone back, Park,’ I say tiredly, and he lets out a mirthless laugh before turning away from me and heading back towards the house, tucking my phone into the back pocket of his tight black jeans.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I say before following him – I’ve got too much pride to run after him, especially in heels because my clumsy ass will fall over. ‘Park, I swear to God,’ I call after him, the onlookers laughing. I’m glad they find it funny – I’m just tired, fed up and I want nothing more than to go to bed. He disappears into the house, and I speed up a little, knowing if I lose him, it could take ages to find him in that huge ass house, packed full of people. ‘y/n, babe, wait,’ I hear Yoongi say as I pass their group again, feeling him grab onto my hand. ‘Yoongi, not now. He’s got my phone.’ ‘I know. He told us to distract you,’ Yoongi admits, and I let out a noise of frustration as I pull my hand from his grasp, rushing into the house before another of them can grab me, narrowly escaping Tae’s reach. I see him disappearing into the living room, and rush through the kitchen, pushing through the few people stood around the counters, but I freeze when I reach the living room door. A load of ASP boys are lining up coke on the coffee table with their credit cards, Eric Nam who lives in our accommodation block is passed out at my feet, and a group of girls from the sorority up the road are grinding on each other in the middle of the room, Jungkook in the thick of the throng with his hands on Nayeon’s waist. My eyes scan the room, and I spot jet black hair disappearing into the front hall. I seriously consider just leaving my phone and getting Namjoon to call me an Uber, but my passcode is basic as hell (123456) and I don’t need Jimin snooping around my socials. Or worse – my camera roll.

I step over Eric, narrowly avoiding Momo’s hands stretched out to grab me and dance with me, and sidestep the table covered in coke, bursting into the front hallway where Seulgi stands with Kai, one of the spotters on our cheer team. ‘Hey, babe!’ Seulgi exclaims when she sees me, and I grin at her, momentarily distracted from Jimin. ‘Hey, Seulgi. Hi, Kai. Have you guys seen Jimin?’ I ask, both of them looking at me in confusion. ‘Park Jimin?’ Kai asks, and I nod, a little impatient. ‘He just went upstairs. Why?’ Seulgi asks as I begin to run up the stairs. ‘He stole my phone,’ I shout over my shoulder, ignoring Kai’s shout of, ‘Use protection!’ At the top of the stairs, more of my friends are sat in a circle on the landing, handing a bottle of vodka around. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Mina says when she spots me, the others all greeting me too. ‘Hi, guys. You seen Park Jimin?’ I ask, all of them exchanging a glance. ‘You two about to resolve the sexual tension?’ Dahyun asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, and I roll my eyes. ‘No, he’s got my phone.’ ‘Ooh, worried he’ll find your nudes?’ Jackson asks with a smirk, and I fix him with a hard stare. ‘He’ll never guess the passcode for ‘My Eyes Only’ so I’m not worried,’ I say evenly, and I have to hold back a laugh when the boys all exchange a glance. ‘Anyway, did you see where he went?’ I ask, getting even more impatient now. ‘He went upstairs – his room’s up there. Second door on the left,’ Jeongyeon says, everyone’s eyes turning to her now. ‘How do you know?’ Jinyoung demands, and I take the moment of them being distracted to sprint up the stairs. With every step, I feel the anger inside me grow, all of the times he’s pissed me off over the past couple years building up within me. I hate him, really fucking hate him, and this is just the last fucking straw.

When I reach his room, I don’t even bother knocking, bursting in. And when my brain registers that he’s lying on his bed, with the pretty sophomore from earlier on top of him, all I can see is red, my hands shaking with fury. She looks up at me in surprise, Jimin completely ignoring my presence and continuing to press kisses to her jaw. ‘I swear to fucking God, Park, I’m going to murder you,’ I say slowly, voice wavering with anger, and the girl has enough sense to get off him. ‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship,’ she says, sounding truly apologetic, and I feel bad for her. ‘He’s not. You’re welcome to get back to your thing in a minute – I just want my phone,’ I demand, eyes flitting to the bed where he’s leaning back on his elbows, watching our exchange with amusement. None of us say anything for a few moments, the poor girl caught in between mine and Jimin’s feud.

‘I’m being serious, Park. Give me my fucking phone before I cut your dick off,’ I threaten, knowing I’d make good of it too, but he doesn’t move a muscle, just watching me with eyes sparkling with mirth. ‘You know what? I’m gonna leave you guys to resolve whatever the hell this is,’ the girl says, heading to the door. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say, truly feeling bad, and she turns back to look at me, stood in the doorway. ‘Don’t be. I think you’ve helped me dodge a bullet. If anything, I’m sorry for you, being involved with him,’ she says quietly, making me laugh, and she laughs too. She really is a nice girl. ‘Thank you. I’ll see you around. I’m y/n, by the way,’ I say, and she nods. ‘I know. I’ve been thinking of trying out for cheer, and everyone I’ve spoken to said to go to you,’ she says, and I let out a little noise of excitement. ‘Oh, my God, you should! You look like you’d be a good flier, and we’re running short of fliers at the moment!’ I exclaim, completely distracted, and she grins. ‘I used to fly at high school, so I’d definitely like to give it a go.’ ‘That’s great. Try-outs are next Saturday, at 12, and I’ll keep an eye out for you. What’s your name?’ ‘Park Jiwon. Do I have to sign up or anything?’ ‘Well, you missed sign-ups, but I’ll put your name down. Just show up,’ I say with a grin, and she smiles back. ‘Thank you, y/n. I’ll see you on Saturday.’ ‘See you, Jiwon,’ I smile, the girl heading towards the stairs with a wave.

When I turn back to look at Jimin, he’s right there in front of me. He pushes the door shut and then slams me up against it, knocking the air out of me before pulling my shoulder bag off my arm and throwing it across the room, the chain strap making a loud clanking noise when it hits the wall. He’s so close that all I can smell is him – the vodka he’s been drinking, his expensive aftershave and… something that’s just him. ‘You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous, and angry with me. Love getting you all worked up, baby,’ he spits out, voice so low it sounds like a growl, and I’m speechless, literally speechless, his words igniting a fire low in my stomach. ‘You had plenty to say earlier, babe – why so quiet now?’ he asks, eyes dancing with amusement, and I look to the side, unable to hold his heavy gaze. ‘Don’t even think of turning your head away,’ he spits out, my stomach turning when he raises a hand to my chin, moving my head back to face him so my eyes can’t escape his. He holds my head in place, and the feeling of his hand resting loosely around my neck sparks arousal deep within me, my mouth drying. But I have too much pride to submit to him. ‘Give me my phone,’ I demand, and he lets out a chuckle, dark eyes not leaving mine. ‘I don’t know about that, angel. What will you do for me in return?’ he asks, pressing his body against mine so I’m trapped up against the door, and my eyes widen. ‘Nothing. It’s my phone,’ I say slowly, unable to believe how entitled he is. ‘It’s mine now,’ he grins, my mouth falling open. ‘Close your mouth before I spit in it, baby,’ he says, my mouth falling open even more in shock, stomach churning, arousal burning hot in my veins. ‘Don’t tempt me,’ he growls, pushing my mouth closed.

‘Get on your knees for me and I’ll consider giving you your phone back,’ he grins, and I can’t even say anything because he’s holding my mouth closed. ‘Is that a yes?’ he asks teasingly, and I make a noise of frustration, looking down at his hand to try and get him to move it. With a sigh, he removes his hand, and I snap, ‘get your hand off my neck, and give me my fucking phone, Park.’ ‘I always thought you’d be into choking. You seem like a dirty little slut,’ he grins, hand still not moving, my underwear flooding at his words. ‘I swear, Park, I will fucking kill you.’ ‘So you really, truly want me to let go of you? You really want to just get your phone and go?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, testing me. And I can’t, I just can’t discard my pride – it’s too painful for me to concede to him. ‘Yes,’ I spit out, and his face twists with anger.

‘What is wrong with you, y/n? Why can’t you just fucking let go of your pride for once? I know you want me, I’m not fucking stupid! We’re both attracted to each other so why can’t you just stop fucking around and let me fuck you? I’m not going to do anything without your fucking consent, y/n, I’m not a fucking rapist! Why are you making this so fucking hard for me?’ he demands, rage making his voice shake, and I don’t know what to say. ‘I…’ ‘You what? Go on, fucking speak,’ he prompts, jaw working overtime as he waits for me to answer, hand still resting around my neck, his silver rings cool against my burning hot skin. ‘I do like choking,’ I breathe out, giving the only form of consent to him that my pride will allow, his face blank for a moment. ‘What?’ ‘I said… I do like choking,’ I whisper, his eyes lighting up slightly. I hold a finger up against his lips to stop him explicitly asking, hoping he’ll understand from my gaze. ‘Sure?’ he asks, plump lips moving against my finger, my heart warming at him double checking, and I nod. ‘I’m sure,’ I whisper back, and that’s all he needs to hear.

His hand tightens at my neck as he leans down, lips landing on mine. He kisses me, harshly, forcefully, his tongue sliding into my mouth within moments, turning my mind to slush and emptying my head of any thoughts other than how good he is at kissing. His free hand grips my waist, bruisingly tight, as my hands run through his hair, the soft and fluffy black locks tangling between my fingers, and he tastes like the citrusy vodka he was drinking, with the sweet undertone of my coke (the soft drink – not the drug). ‘On your knees,’ he growls, and I laugh against his lips. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ he asks, sounding amused. ‘No.’ He breaks away from me, looking down at me, heavy breaths escaping through his swollen lips. ‘Wanna say that again, babe?’ he asks, his gaze intimidating, but I don’t let myself break. ‘I said ‘no’. I’m not getting on my knees,’ I say forcefully, matching his serious stare with one of my own, and he lets out a little chuckle. Hand still around my neck, he grabs my arm with his free hand and pushes me towards the middle of the room before letting go of me and sitting at the edge of the bed he was lying on a few minutes ago, another bed on the other side of the room empty. ‘Strip,’ he commands, and I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. ‘I swear to God, y/n, do not fucking test me. Take off your fucking clothes,’ he spits out, the rage from earlier reappearing, and I decide to follow his instructions, but have a little fun while I do so.

I grin at him before I slide my hands across my torso, slipping my fingers beneath my top and pulling it up over my head, slowly as I possibly can, leaving me in just my black lace bralet (my top was too thin to wear a padded bra). Once it’s off, I throw it to him, and he deflects it with a quick hand, just about stopping it from hitting his face. He sends me a hard glare (though I can see that he’s trying to hold back a laugh behind it) but it disappears the second I flick open the button of my jeans, pulling down the zip too, his gaze darkening. He’s so intimidating that I can’t help but feel self-conscious at undressing in front of him, but then I spot the growing bulge in his jeans, and it makes me feel a little better. I turn away from him, kicking off my heels, pushing my jeans down my legs and bending over to give him a view of my ass, covered by my black lace pants, and I know there’s probably a slightly darker patch between my legs. I straighten up again, stepping out of the denim pooled at my feet, and turn back to face him. He runs a hand through his hair, a smirk on his lips as he beckons me over with the curl of a finger. I step towards him and he reaches out, grabbing me by one wrist and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts his head back to kiss me again, my fingers tangling into his hair and nails scraping against his scalp as he digs his hands into my back, our bodies pressed together almost painfully. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before laving his tongue over the sore skin, making me let out a whimper against his mouth.

‘Feels good?’ he asks cockily, and I want nothing more than to take him down a peg, so I ignore him, just continuing to kiss him. ‘I asked you if it felt good,’ he says against my lips, hand reaching behind me to gather up my hair and pull my head back, exposing my neck to him. ‘And I ignored you,’ I reply, voice shaky, as he kisses up and down my neck, pulling the skin beneath my jaw between his teeth, marking me. ‘Petty… stubborn… uptight… bratty… little bitch,’ he says between marking my neck and skin around my collarbones, shaky breaths and little whines falling from between my lips every few seconds at the feeling of his tongue laving over the bruises caused by his perfect teeth and plump lips. ‘I’ll break you, y/n. You’ll be begging for my cock by the time I’m done with you,’ he says, lips curled into a smirk against my skin, and I let out a laugh. I lean down, my lips against his ear, and whisper, ‘less likely than you scoring a goal in the first match of the season. Which we all know is very unlikely.’ He scoffs, lifting me up and putting me down over his lap, my ass sticking up the air.

‘Safe word?’ he growls, sounding almost reluctant, and I feel a thrill at the thought that he’s planning on doing enough to me that I might need a safe word. I think for a moment, and his grip on my thigh tightens before he spits out, ‘hurry up.’ ‘How about… small dick?’ I ask, biting my lip to hold back laughter (I really do find myself funny), but my amusement quickly disappears when his hand delivers a solid slap to my raised ass, making me let out a small squeal of pain, and I look back at him with a glare. ‘Small dick it is,’ he says cheerfully with a grin at me before reaching out to turn my head away from him. ‘You’re being punished, bitch, you don’t get to look at me,’ he spits out before his hand lands down heavily on my ass again, in the exact same spot as the previous slap, making me yelp in pain. I begin squirming in his lap – this spanking is not it, but he holds me firmly in place, landing another slap on the same cheek, and another, and another, and-

‘Park, cut it out!’ I shriek, my ass stinging with pain, and I just know he’s grinning. ‘Safe word?’ he asks, and I bite my tongue, knowing I can’t give in this easy. ‘That’s what I thought,’ he says cheerfully, before wrenching my pants down just past my ass, his hand, spread wide, to land across both cheeks with every slap. I squirm on his lap, still trying to escape, but he’s strong, holding me still and spanking again and again. And then the pain begins to ebb away into pleasure, my yelps of pain becoming desperate whimpers, my pussy practically drenched. With one slap, his skin is inches from the place I need him most, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. ‘Enjoying being spanked like a dirty little bitch?’ he asks, stopping the tirade of slaps on my ass, but I stay silent, too proud to admit to it. The spanks continue with my silence, my ass burning with the pleasurable pain, and when he’s finally deemed it enough, he rubs a hand over my cheeks, the metal of his rings providing relief for my stinging skin.

‘You okay, y/n?’ he asks, momentarily breaking from his hard demeanour, my heart warming despite myself. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I reply, sounding breathless to my own ears, and he chuckles. ‘You took your punishment well, for a little brat. What do you want now, babe?’ he asks, and I’m silent, too proud to tell him. ‘Well, you’re obviously deciding to be a stubborn little bitch, so we can sit here like this all night,’ he says, and I look up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking relaxed and smug. I let out an annoyed huff, looking back at the ground, and I wait a few moments to say, ‘touch me.’ ‘What was that, angel?’ he asks, hand beginning to rub over my sore ass again, reliving some of the pain, and I sigh. ‘Touch me.’ ‘I am, baby,’ he replies easily, hand continuing to skim over my stinging skin, and I let out a frustrated whine. ‘You know what I mean, Park!’ I exclaim angrily, and he chuckles. ‘I’m not sure I do, babe. Spell it out for me,’ he prompts, endlessly amused, and I clench my jaw in anger. ‘Can you touch my pussy?’ I snap, and he chuckles, making my blood boil. ‘Can I touch your pussy…?’ he asks, and I let out another angry noise, not wanting to be polite to him at all. But he’s completely silent, waiting for me to speak, and I give in, spitting out the word, ‘please.’ ‘Good girl,’ he compliments, voice soothing, but his hand doesn’t move from my ass. And then he says, ‘but it took too long.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me? If you’re not going to fuck me, Park, I’m leav- oh! Oh, God,’ I moan out, my angry tirade cut off when he pushes two thick fingers deep between my folds, stretching me out almost painfully. My walls clench around him as I whimper, my slick coating his hand. ‘So fucking wet for me, oh, my God. Does being a bitch to me turn you on, angel?’ he asks, but it seems he doesn’t require an answer, pushing one of my legs off his lap to give him better access to my pussy, my foot on the floor to stop me from sliding off him. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, fast, and my head falls down as I let out a loud moan because, God, he’s good, better than I could’ve imagined. ‘So tight,’ he groans, as I throb around his thick fingers, my hips rolling back unconsciously to meet the thrusts of his hand. I can feel my high nearing quickly, the spanking and teasing making me desperate, and his fingers are so fucking good. And then his thumb begins to rub at my clit harshly, forcing a startled moan out of me, and I’m so close, twitching around him as my entire body tenses.

And then he pulls his fingers out. I let out a frustrated whine, eyes prickling with tears as he chuckles, leaning down and holding his slick covered fingers in front of my face. I refuse to take his fingers into my mouth, lips sealed shut, and he sighs, before his other hand lands a harsh slap onto my swollen pussy. I let out a shriek of pain, but he doesn’t relent, landing more heavy slaps onto my sensitive folds, pulling pained moans from my mouth. ‘Stop making this so hard for yourself,’ he says through gritted teeth, and I reluctantly open my mouth, his fingers instantly slipping between my lips, the slaps ceasing as I lick his fingers clean of my arousal. ‘Look at you, being a good little slut for me,’ he says with satisfaction, making my blood boil, and I can’t help but bite down on his fingers, not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough for it to shock him. He jumps, making me grin in satisfaction, before ramming his two fingers back between my folds. I let out a loud moan as he pumps in and out of my pussy, the pleasure rolling over me in waves. The rough pads of his fingers brush against my walls, thumb nudging at my clit as I let out moan after moan, feeling my orgasm build back up. I clench around him even tighter, twitching against his fingers, and it’s like he’s already managed to identify when I’m close, pulling his fingers away at the last second.

‘No, please,’ I whine pathetically, bucking my hips up in frustration, and he chuckles. ‘It’s a bit late for ‘please’ now, babe. You can beg better than that,’ he prompts, and I want to cry, so desperate for a release that I give in, swallowing my pride to force out some desperate words that might persuade him. ‘Please, Park, please make me cum. I need it, I need it so fucking bad, need your fingers or your mouth or your cock, anything. I just need to cum,’ I beg, and he’s silent for a moment. ‘God, that’s fucking hot, y/n. But…’ he says, making me tense at the thought he’s not going to give me what I want. ‘Your begging means nothing – you’re just saying what you think I want to hear. You need to earn it, angel,’ he says, making me whine in frustration and thrash on his lap. I’ve had enough now – my vibrator can probably do a better job than him, and Jennie will be fast asleep now (she could sleep through an earthquake). ‘Call me by my name,’ he says, breaking through my anger, and I freeze. ‘What?’ ‘I said to call me by my name. You’ve only ever called me Park. If you swallow your pride and call me ‘Jimin’… I’ll make you cum as many times as you want,’ he says, and it sounds simple enough, tempting enough.

But I’m not giving him what he wants.

‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Okay,’ he says simply, his fingers sliding back in easily, making me shudder. His fingers pump in and out of me, furiously fast, as his thumb rubs against my clit, my mind numbing with pleasure as I let out moan after moan, unable to stop myself, and I know I must be so loud right now, loud enough for my friends on the floor below to hear, but I don’t care. He curls his thick fingers, brushing against the soft spongy spot inside me, and I let out a loud whine. ‘Listen to you being nice and loud for me, like a good little bitch. You’re so close, aren’t you? Can feel your tight pussy clenching around my fingers. You’re gonna cum soon, right?’ he murmurs, fingers fucking into me relentlessly. ‘Call me Jimin. Swallow your pride, call me my name, and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers, as many times as you want, baby. Just call me Jimin,’ he says, voice so soothing that I’m almost persuaded, but no. I’m too proud, too stubborn. I bite down on my lip to stop myself, and he sighs. ‘Such a stubborn little bitch,’ he says, almost disappointedly, pulling his fingers out from me, and I let out a shriek of frustration.

‘Fuck, please, Park! Please let me cum, please! I’m so fucking desperate, need to cum so bad!’ I cry out, words slurred as my eyes fill with tears, vision blurring. He’s silent, just listening to my desperate begging, before plunging his fingers back into me, making me moan. And then he stops, fingers stilling inside me. ‘Park, please, feels so fucking good, please!’ I beg, his fingers continuing to thrust into me when I begin to speak, but stilling when I stop. ‘Please, Park, I need it, need it so fucking bad,’ I whine, and it’s an endless cycle, his fingers only moving when I speak, and stilling when I fall silent. I fall into a repeated cry of ‘please’ again and again until my throat is hoarse, his fingers bringing me close to the edge before he pulls out, yet again. ‘Oh, my God, Park, please make me cum! Please, I need it so bad, need to cum so bad,’ I beg pathetically, and he chuckles. ‘Not until you break,’ he says, pushing his fingers into my swollen pussy again. And he’s ruthless, relentless, fingers fucking into me so fast, so hard that it hurts, hurts so good, and I’m moaning out, loud and desperate. ‘Say it, baby, swallow your pride and say my name like a good girl. I can make you feel so good, angel, so good. Fuck you all night, eat this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Just say my name, swallow your pride. Come on, babe, say my name,’ he murmurs, soothing voice mixed with how good his fingers feel fucking into me and his thumb rubbing at my clit that the prospect of not finishing, makes my eyes fill with tears. And I’m so close to breaking, so close. But his fingers disappear.

He lifts me up, moving my weak body to straddle one of his strong thick thighs, the material of his jeans against my pussy making me whimper. My hands grip onto his shoulders to support myself, and when my eyes meet his, I nearly cum from that alone. His eyes are so dark, impossibly dark, blown wide with lust, his hair a mess from him running his fingers through it, his lips swollen and shining in the low lamplight, skin flushed and hot. He looks so fucking hot. ‘Ride my thigh,’ he whispers, and it takes every last bit of my willpower to shake my head, no. ‘Such a fucking brat,’ he spits before he begins bouncing his thigh. I let out a strangled moan when my pussy rubs against the sturdy denim of his jeans, head lolling back, and he quickly grabs my waist to stop me from falling off his leg. He doesn’t stop, and I’m bouncing on his thigh, moans falling from my lips with every jolt, his eyes latching on to my breasts which bounce right in front of his face. ‘Fuck. So fucking hot,’ he says, hand wrenching down the centre of my bralet so my breasts fall out, straps digging into my shoulders. His plump lips attach to one of my nipples, waves of bliss washing over me at the mixed sensations, heightened when he reaches a hand down to rub my clit slowly. ‘Look how good I’m being to you,’ he says against my nipple, his saliva sliding down my breast as he speaks, ‘making you feel so good, angel. And you can’t even say my name. It isn’t that hard.’

I ignore him, focusing on keeping my orgasm at bay – I’d rather feel the pleasure of now for hours than have one more orgasm denied. ‘Say it,’ he says, moving to the other nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud before sucking it. ‘Fuck, please, Park.’ ‘Say it, angel.’ ‘Oh, God, feels so- oh! Fuck.’ ‘Come on, y/n. Just say my name, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. You’re so close, I know you are. You’re gushing all over my thigh, can feel it through my jeans. Just say it, babe, and I’ll let you soak my thigh with your cum. Say it, angel. Swallow your pride for me, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good, fuck you all night long if that’s what you want.’ And I feel my high nearing, feel the knot in my stomach tightening, and I’m so close, so fucking close that I just can’t, I can’t lose it.

And I break.

‘Fuck, Jimin, please, make me cum, I need it,’ I cry out, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as I moan his name again and again, unable to stop because of how fucking good he feels. ‘Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers, and the second I hear him give me permission, I’m falling over the edge, crying out his name as I cum all over his thigh, shuddering as he continues bouncing his leg, thumb rubbing at my clit to prolong my high. ‘Such a good girl, so fucking good for me, angel,’ he whispers soothing words as I come down, his hands on my back gentle and comforting. The exhaustion that comes after my orgasm is heavy, making me fall into him, and he chuckles, holding me as I try to get my breath back, hands on his shoulders.

‘Are you too tired? You wanna stop?’ he asks, and I push myself off him with effort, trying my hardest to stay upright when I land on my feet. I pull my pants back up, and my bralet too before dropping to my knees (I hate being naked while I’m sucking someone off – it’s weird, but I hate being… on display). His eyes darken the second I hit the floor, and he can’t stand up quick enough, unbuckling his belt in record time. I pull his black jeans down to his ankles and he steps out of them, and he pulls his white t-shirt up over his head, throwing it over his shoulder as he steps out of his jeans, kicking them away. And then I pull down his boxers, leaving them bunched up at the top of his thighs, and my heart skips a beat, my eyes widening and my mouth watering at how beautiful he is. His legs are long and toned and his skin is tan and clear, pulled over hard muscles and a full six pack, his abs rippling as his long, thick length stands up against them, rock hard and leaking with precum. I spit on his dick, his breath catching in his throat at the contact, before I use my palm to spread my saliva over his length, his hips bucking. He’s so sensitive, reacting to my every touch, and I almost feel sorry for him, thinking how long he must have been hard. And he’s so big, so thick, with a beautiful fucking curve, that I actually wonder how the hell I’m supposed to get more than just the head of his cock in.

Without wasting time, I lick the tip, revelling in the shaky breath that falls from his lips, his salty precum spread across my tongue. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, kitten licking his tip, occasionally swirling my tongue around the head, exhales and gentle groans escaping from his lips. He soon gets impatient, gathering my hair up in one hand and trying to push my head further down onto him, but I resist his force. ‘Stop fucking teasing, y/n,’ he spits out, making me grin to myself, and I don’t waste another second before sinking down onto his length until he hits the back of my throat, the boy letting out a strangled moan as I begin to bob my head up and down. I can’t get my lips to the base of his cock, and my jaw quickly begins to ache, because he’s just too damn big, gags being forced from my throat every few seconds. I take him out of my mouth, placing my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock to relieve myself of having him in my mouth, but he’s quickly bucking his hips, desperate to have my lips around him again. I look up at him through my lashes as I swirl my tongue around the tip before slowly taking him in as far as possible, gagging around him, and when he hits the back of my throat, his head falls back, a desperate moan of my name falling from his lips, the sound rushing straight to my core.

I slowly build up my pace, steadily bobbing my head up and down, taking him in further each time. ‘Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking good at this, oh, my God. So fucking good, angel, such a good little cockslut for me,’ he groans, hips bucking and making my eyes water, not to mention how hard he’s tugging on my hair, but his moans spur me on through the pain. And I just as I’m beginning to adjust, nearly getting him into my throat, he loses his patience. He starts thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with the hand he has fisted in my hair, and all I can do is grab onto his thighs as he fucks my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so good. My perfect little whore, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says, thrusting particularly hard and prompting a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘So sexy,’ he whispers, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him thrust faster. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbling around my mouth and dripping down my chin and neck.

And then there’s a knock at the door, followed by, ‘Jimin, you in there?’ Jimin stills completely and opens his mouth to reply, but I get an idea, deciding to get my revenge for all the edging. I bob up and down on his length, furiously fast, hands playing with his balls, and a strangled groan falls from his lips, panic in his eyes when he looks down at me. ‘y/n,’ he says, almost pleadingly, and I look up at him innocently, as the door opens. I take his dick out of my mouth, looking around Jimin to see Hoseok stood in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight with Namjoon stood behind him, quickly clapping his hand over his eyes when he sees us. ‘I…’ Hoseok says, Jimin sighing before looking at him over his shoulder. ‘Yes?’ ‘Sorry. But I did ask if you were in here,’ Hoseok says, eyes flitting to me, and I can see him holding back a laugh when I grin at him mischievously. ‘Please, Hobi, just get what you need, and go,’ Jimin says tiredly, Hoseok nodding as he darts in, grabbing a charger from what must be the other bed which must be his, before darting back out, dropping a wink at me before he shuts the door.

And Jimin looks down at me, his gaze making my stomach turn. ‘Get up. Now,’ he spits out, and I rise up from the floor as slowly as possible as he pushes his boxers off, leaving him stood in all his glory. He’s so fucking beautiful, an absolutely Adonis – his body is perfect, like it’s been carved by the Gods. He rips my pants off as he reaches around me, unclasping my bralet with unmatched expertise, pulling it off my arms, and throwing both items over his shoulder. He grabs me by the neck, forceful but not violent, and walks me backwards to his bed, pushing me down and climbing over me. ‘You think you’re funny, huh?’ he demands, no regard for how tight he’s gripping my throat, and I grin, enjoying how pissed off he is. ‘We were doing well, and you just had to fucking ruin it,’ he spits out, entire weight on me, and I struggle for air, the lack of oxygen making my head spin pleasurably. ‘You like being caught in the act, huh? Like being a dirty little bitch and being on your knees for me in front of my friends? Or d’you just like pissing me off?’ he demands, eyes dark with anger, veins in his neck corded tight. ‘Like… pissing… you off. Thought… we could… try… hate… sex…’ I breathe out between deep inhales, desperately trying to take in enough air, and he smirks. ‘Thought you’d piss me off, so I’d hate you?’ he asks, and I grin as best as I can, eyes watering. He reaches down and grips his cock in one hand, running his length along my folds teasingly, sending little waves of pleasure through me. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ I whisper, my hoarse voice making him loosen his grip slightly, a smirk stretching his lips out. ‘That’d be mean, right? After how good you’ve been for me?’ he says sarcastically, eyebrow raised, and I fix him with a glare, his hand tightening again, rings digging into my skin. ‘Beg, bitch,’ he spits harshly, and I’m silent, our eyes locked together. ‘I could cum just like this,’ he says, still running his cock across my folds, and I sigh, the thought of him not fucking me making me snake my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to press my lips to his ear and whisper, ‘Fuck me, Jimin, so hard I can’t fucking walk, for as long as you fucking want. Fill me up with your big fat cock until I can’t breathe. Don’t care about me – I’m just a slut for you to use for your own pleasure, a whore for you to fill with your cum until your balls are empty.’ My words make him gulp, eyes blown wide with desire, and I press my lips to his, speaking against his mouth:

‘Fuck me like you hate me.’

He plunges all the way into me, both of us moaning, ‘fuck’, drawing the word out until he bottoms out, and it’s so fucking good. He’s so thick, the stretch burning deliciously, the curve of his cock having him fill me up perfectly, brushing up against my spongy spot without even meaning to. He doesn’t give me even a second to adjust, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, both of us letting out moans at the feeling. He sets a bruisingly fast pace, the bed hitting the wall with each strong thrust of his. ‘So fucking tight. Gonna stretch you out with my fat cock, gonna ruin you for everyone else,’ he growls, forcing the words out with effort, his energy being taken up by thrusting into me, and it’s euphoria, absolutely euphoria. ‘I’d… like to see you… try,’ I breathe out between moans, and he chuckles, hammering into me, heavy balls slapping against my skin. ‘I already broke you, angel – don’t make me embarrass you by doing it again,’ he growls, hand still tight around my neck, my hands on his back, nails digging into his skin, hard. He grabs one of my legs, lifting it to rest on his shoulder, and he goes even deeper than before, my eyes rolling back into my head at the feeling of his cock dragging against my walls.

Obscene squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room with my moans and whimpers, his groans and grunts, the smell of sex thick on the air as he abuses my pussy, pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow, and all I can think is, ‘why the fuck haven’t we done this already?’ ‘Fucking gushing around me, soaking my bed like a good little slut. Gonna smell like you for days – my other bitches will know I’ve had a cock-hungry whore in here,’ he moans against my ear, rage filling me at the mention of other girls, and I can’t help myself. I slap him around the face, and he just grins at me, cheek reddening, not ceasing his thrusting. ‘Jealous? Don’t worry, baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had. I’ll ruin you, but you’ve ruined me. Only want your pussy from now. Want you to be my good little bitch, my sex toy,’ he grunts, cock hammering into me relentlessly, my walls clenching around him. ‘Only if you eat my pussy with those pretty lips,’ I whisper with a grin, and he chuckles, smirking. ‘Can’t wait to taste your pussy, angel. But let me fill it with my cum first,’ he breathes out against my neck, making me moan, before he practically pushes me down into the mattress, cock pounding into me bruisingly hard.

‘So fucking tight around me, baby, like you’ve never been fucked. Your cunt was made for me, huh? Scream my name out, babe. Let everyone in the damn house hear how good my cock makes you feel,’ he prompts, and I can’t help but do as he says, head thrown back into the pillow as he repeatedly hits my g-spot, crying his name repeatedly like a mantra. And I can feel my orgasm approaching, my walls clenched around him, my nails raking down his back, moans falling from my mouth again and again. ‘You gonna cum for me, baby? Come on, want you to soak my cock like a good little slut. Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers against my ear, hand snaking down to rub at my clit, other hand still tight around my neck, pushing me down into the mattress, and I feel the knot in my stomach tightening, head full of bliss. And then he hits the spot inside me head-on, and I reach my high.

I scream out his name, so loud it feels like it’s being ripped out of throat, my own voice ringing in my ears as I cum around him, gushing out release, walls clamped around him so tight he can’t move, and so he rubs at my clit to prolong my orgasm. Never have I felt an orgasm this intense, never felt pleasure like this, and my vision becomes blurry as the tears run down my face, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back into my head and nails raking down his back, breaking the skin. And when I begin coming down, my walls loosening around him, he starts chasing his own high, with no concern for me at all. He slams into me, again and again, the bed probably leaving dents in the wall every time it bumps against it, and the overstimulation is too much, making me sob. But he doesn’t care, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other one still around my neck as he fucks into me, grunts and groans falling from his lips, and when my vision clears, I nearly cum again at the sight of him.

His black hair is pasted to his head with sweat, his skin completely drenched and glistening with perspiration, mouth wide open and letting out whispers of my name, lips swollen and shining. His eyes are dark, impossibly dark, completely blown wide with lust, and his face is flushed and contorted with pleasure. His muscles ripple with the effort of fucking me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tense and strong. He looks like sin incarnate.

And I can feel him nearing his orgasm, dick twitching inside me, and I tighten around him, digging my heel into his back to hold him place, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum in this tight little pussy. So good for me, so good,’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl in satisfaction before he lets out a cry of, ‘fuck, y/n, gonna cum!’ He buries himself deep inside me, head falling to rest in the crook of my neck, biting down on my skin as he cums, thick and hot ropes of his release painting my insides. And there’s so much of it, an endless amount of cum flooding me, and my sensitive walls fluttering around him prolongs his high, milking his cock for all he has.

Once he’s done, he pulls his softened cock out of me, moving down the bed with a grin, wanting to see his masterpiece. ‘You squirted, you know?’ he says nonchalantly, eyes momentarily flitting up from my pussy to meet mine, and I can’t mask the surprise quick enough, a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips. ‘Thought so. I’m the best you’ve ever had, right, babe?’ he asks, eyes trained on my folds, waiting for his cum to leak out of me, and I don’t reply. ‘God, after such a good fucking, you’re still a stubborn little bitch? Well, whatever. If it makes you feel better, that was the best I’ve ever had too,’ he says, and I’m silent, attempting to ignore the thrill that runs through me – he’s fucked that many girls, but I’m the best. ‘Your moans are so pretty, angel. My name sounds good on your lips,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes, dropping my head back to rest on the pillow – I’m absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally (and of him). ‘Do you always talk this much after sex?’ I ask, and he chuckles. ‘Nope. I usually give them a kiss on their cheek and send them on their way. You should be honoured you’re getting pillow talk,’ he says cockily, and I scoff. ‘Fuck you.’ ‘I just did,’ he says, voice dripping with mirth, and I roll my eyes.

And then I feel it. His cum beginning to drip out of me. ‘God, I really did cum deep, huh? Look how long it took,’ he says, words lined with fascination as he watches my pussy intently. ‘Remember when you said I’ve got a tiny dick?’ he laughs, and I let out an annoyed noise. ‘Shut up,’ I say half-heartedly, before he collects up some of his cum on his fingers, making me let out a shaky breath as I look down at him. He holds his fingers out to me, and I don’t bother waiting this time, licking them clean, and his cum is actually... not bad. Sweet and almost… fruity. But I’m knocked out of my thoughts about his semen when he licks a bold stripe up my pussy, a broken moan falling from my lips. ‘I… didn’t think my cum would taste this good. Or maybe it’s just your pussy,’ he says casually, as though discussing the taste of cocktails. ‘I think it’s your cum.’ ‘Let me test it,’ he says before delving back down for another taste of my juices, making me moan before I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling him away. ‘I’m too sensitive,’ I say gently, and he nods, moving to lie beside me. ‘It’s you, by the way. Your pussy tastes amazing. You gotta let me eat you out in the morning,’ he says, and I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow and trying to ignore how handsome he is. ‘In the morning?’ ‘Well, if you wanna stay the night, that is,’ he offers indifferently, but I can see that he’s a little nervous underneath the casual demeanour, and so am I, panicking at the prospect of this… not being just sex.

‘Where’s my phone?’ I ask, and he laughs at the swift topic change, before reaching his hand under the pillow my head is on, pulling out my phone, and handing it to me as I thank him – though I shouldn’t have to say thanks for getting my phone back. But whatever. I start to get up, slowly sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. ‘Are you leaving?’ he asks, almost panicked, and I laugh. ‘I gotta clean myself up, and go to the toilet – I don’t want a UTI. Where’s the bathroom?’ I ask, and he pulls a face. ‘It’s the last door in the corridor,’ he says, sitting up to watch me as I collect up my clothes, legs shaky. ‘You’re not gonna put those tight ass clothes back on, are you?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘It’s not like I brought a spare change,’ I say, and he laughs, getting out of bed. He goes to his wardrobe, getting out a loose black long-sleeved top of his, and then to his chest of drawers, delving deep into one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of black Nike socks and a pair of black cotton pants, holding them out to me. And I look at him, looking back at the clothes, before looking back up at him, and then back at the clothes. ‘I hope to God you’re not expecting me to wear those random pants,’ I say with disgust, and he laughs. ‘They’re brand new, I promise. Rosie bought a pack to keep here for when… hers weren’t suitable to wear anymore, and these are from that pack – they’ve never been worn. I swear. And the top and socks are mine – freshly washed,’ he says, and I nod, still suspicious, sniffing the pants when he hands them to me. They smell clean, and I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt – I’d rather not be underwear-less in a frat house. So I pull the pants on, and then his top, trying to ignore how it smells exactly like him, the nice scent filling my senses, and it’s long enough that it covers my ass completely, hem brushing against my thighs. I pull on the socks, soft material nice against my tired feet (I don’t know why I wear heels – it’s literal torture).

‘Make sure you knock – there might be someone in there,’ he says meaningfully, and I scrunch my nose up in disgust. ‘Who fucks in the bathroom of a frat house?’ I ask, and he’s silent, looking a little sheepish. ‘That’s gross. Please, don’t. I don’t want to know,’ I say when he opens his mouth to explain, and he nods, holding back a laugh. I open the door, looking down the corridor to see if it’s empty before rushing towards the bathroom. Thankfully it’s empty, so I wee and clean myself up, trying to ignore how much of a state I look. Once I’m done, I look a little more presentable, but it’s clear I’ve just been fucked, my eyes a little heavy and lips swollen, and my skin glowing. My makeup (which was a full face) is minimal now, my mascara slightly smudged around my eyes and my foundation patchy around my mouth and chin, so I blend it out as best as I can, and it doesn’t actually look that bad. The most noticeable thing is the purpling marks from his mouth, his hand and his rings around my neck and under my jaw, the ones on my collarbones hidden by his top. I run my fingers through my hair, and have it hanging around my face, not really covering the marks, but it’s the best I can do. I head back into Jimin’s bedroom, and I stifle a laugh at seeing that he’s fast asleep. And he looks really fucking cute, lips pouted, hair messy and face relaxed with slumber. How can he go from being the most annoying person in the world, to being sin personified, to being adorable? It’s obvious he was expecting me to stay the night with him – he’s on one side of the bed, the other side with two pillows, my phone sat atop them with the blanket pulled down for me to climb in.

But I can’t. I can’t stay the night and pretend like everything’s okay. Yes, he just gave me the best fucking of my life, but I’m not sure if it makes up for all the times he’s been a dick to me over the past couple years. And now, he’s expecting me to climb into bed with him, to act like we’re more than just two people who hate each other, and acted on our sexual tension and attraction to one another. Because that is all we are. But then he said things like me being the best he’s had, and that he wants to eat me out in the morning, and he’s expecting me to stay the night when he never lets anyone stay the night – everyone knows that about him. So maybe he doesn’t hate me, which is terrifying, because I cannot deal with Park Jimin not hating me.

So I have to make him hate me.

Quietly, I grab my phone, and he moves in his sleep, stirring, making me panic and run out of the room, leaving behind my clothes and shoes. I venture to the end of the corridor, ordering my Uber before looking down the flight of stairs, spotting the group of my friends still sat on the landing, Chaeyoung sat closest. ‘Chaeng, I whisper, but she doesn’t hear me. ‘Chaeng!’ I hiss a little louder, and she looks around before spotting me, opening her mouth to speak before I hold a finger to my lips. She gets up, pretending she’s going to the bathroom before rushing up the stairs. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Yeah, but I need to, like, escape. I’ve ordered an Uber, but I left my shoes in his room,’ I say, and she instantly slides off her sparkly silver sliders. ‘Don’t you need them?’ ‘Yoongi said I could stay the night,’ she says shyly, making me squeal with excitement for her, a little smile on her face. ‘You know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to leave without everyone seeing you?’ she says, and I sigh, slipping her shoes on. ‘I know, but I can’t stay. I can’t share a bed with him,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Girl, we heard everything. Everything. But staying the night is where you draw the line?’ she asks, and I nod, absolutely humiliated that they could hear. ‘Yes. I still hate him,’ I say as though it’s obvious, and she just nods, holding back a laugh. ‘Come on, then,’ she says, leading me down the stairs, and I’m so embarrassed when my friends spot me, jeering and laughing. ‘Walk of shame!’ Bambam shouts, before the boys all begin chanting it, and I cover my face in embarrassment. ‘Bye, girls!’ I call over the racket, the girls all bidding me goodbye before Chaeyoung leads me down the next flight of steps.

She turns the handle of the front door, pushing it open for me, and I quickly rush out before I can run into anyone else. ‘Thanks, Chaeng, you’re the best. I’ll drop these off tomorrow,’ I say, motioning to the shoes, and she waves my words off. ‘Just bring them to try-outs next weekend. Text me when you get home,’ she says, and I nod, my phone buzzing to let me know my Uber’s a minute away. ‘See you, Chaeng,’ I call over my shoulder, heading up to the pavement. My Uber pulls up, and I turn to wave at Chaeyoung, instead seeing her being pushed out of the way by Jin and Jungkook who are cheering and shouting at me, running over. I quickly jump into the Uber before they can reach me, telling the driver to go quickly, and he does so, leaving Dumb and Dumber in our dust. I’m silent the entire journey back, trying my hardest to stay awake, and I can feel him looking at me in the rear-view mirror, probably wondering why I’m dressed the way I am, getting into an Uber at 4am. Or maybe he knows exactly why.

When we pull up to my accommodation, the sky is already beginning to lighten with morning just around the corner, and I thank him, climbing out of the Uber and heading into the building, entire body aching. I take the lift, having to lean one hand against the wall as I walk down the corridor towards our door. And then I realise I left my bag, with my keys in them, in Jimin’s bedroom. I’d hoped to sneak in whilst Jennie was asleep, but I’ll definitely have to wake her up now. I knock on the door, not too loud because I don’t want to wake anyone in the neighbouring rooms up, but it works, Jennie instantly opening the door. And she doesn’t look like she’s been sleeping, wide awake and fixing me with a hard glare. She knows.

‘How the hell do you know?’ I ask tiredly as she moves to the side to let me in, looking me up and down. ‘Namjoon phoned me after your conversation with him, to clear the air. And halfway through our reconciliation, I can hear shouting in the background, and he kindly informs me that you and Jimin were having a screaming match on ASP’s front lawn. And then he texts me around an hour and a half later to say he’d just seen you on your knees in Jimin’s bedroom with his dick in your mouth,’ she says, voice harsh but eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘I know, I know, I’m an idiot. But I’m really fucking tired and achy so can I sleep first? I promise, I’ll let you lecture me all you want in the morning,’ I say as I collapse into my bed, and she just stares at me for a moment before nodding, a small grin on her face. ‘It’s about time you got laid.’ ‘Oh, thanks.’ ‘I want all the details in the morning.’ ‘I’m not sure you do.’ ‘Ew.’

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100 OC Question Meme!

created by marchenvillain <3

Your Wings edition: Shiemi Shuzenji!

1. What’s a unique skill they have? Is their any reason why they can do it? Shiemi can harness the power of the sun in order to heal wounds. Her Quirk is a mixture of her mother’s (who can bend light) and grandmother’s (who can heal wounds).

2. What are their favourite possessions? Why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc) The necklace that Hawks gave her is very important to her. She sees it like a symbol of their love.

3. Do they get jealous easily? If so, what usually causes it? She gets insecure, but she never acts on her jealousy. Often times, if women fawn over Hawks, she gets all up in her feels.

4. Are they a good gift-giver? What do they tend to give as gifts? She’s more of a practical gift giver. She pays attention to what someone really needs and she’ll get it for them.

5. What’s their reputation like? Does this reputation contrast what they’re really like? People (especially when she worked in the hospital) hail her as a good doctor but one with little to no social skills. She’s quiet, so a lot of people think she’s mean. Others, like her old boss, like her polite and respectable nature.

6. Do they prefer to have a big social circle, or a few close friends? Definitely a few close friends. She’s content with Aizawa, Kayama, and Mic.

7. What’s their “type”? What romantically attracts them to another person? Men who are confident! If one looks at her track record, her old boyfriends in high school were all jocks who loved the limelight. Hawks is cocky, but a lot of that haughtiness is a facade. She loves that he knows how to tone it down and come back to Earth.

8. What does their dream house look like? She’s a simple woman: a modern white home with a huge lawn for a garden. She’s always wanted to plant sunflowers. I’m a huge horror fan, so for some reason, I’m envisioning the villa from The Human Centipede… Just the outside! eheh... is that weird?

9. If they could change one part of their appearance, what would it be? Shiemi is actually very lithe; her mother says she’s got no meat on her bones. She would love to bulk up! Also, her cup size is a B. She would change that, too, if she could.

10. What’s a simple thing that brings them joy? Well, Shiemi’s love language is acts of service. It really warms her heart when people help do things with or for her!

11. What is their dream pet? A cat! A fluffy white one. Maybe Aizawa had some influence on her? ❤️

12. What’s their position in their friend group? (leader, mom friend, chaos goblin, etc) The voice of reason. She likes to have practical fun! She’s not as rigid as Aizawa, but nowhere near as wild as Mic.

13. How forgiving are they? What do they consider unforgivable? Shiemi is definitely forgiving, so much so that it is sometimes her downfall. However, she believes there is no excuse for villainy.

14. Who do they go to in a crisis/emergency? Any particular reason why they choose that person? Hmmm, it’s funny because most people go to her in an emergency since she’s got that nifty healing Quirk haha! Shiemi has plenty of people to depend on like Midnight or Recovery Girl, but Hawks is the one she always turns to when she needs saving.

15. How good are they at conversation? Are they a small talk master, bad at initiating, etc? The only person she likes to make small talk with is Hawks, really. She’s not much a talker, and prefers to let others do the talking. This is why she and Aizawa click so well because they both can appreciate silence.

16. What food do they absolutely hate? She actually doesn’t care for greasy foods. Pizza, for example, upsets her tummy.

17. Do they show a lot of affection, or are they pretty reserved? She’s not into PDA, but she loves to be held and kissed. When she’s sad, she almost always needs a hug. ❤️

18. If you had to represent them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose? I feel like she’s more of a white lily, which I hear symbolizes humility and devotion. Her color would be blush pink, for her more timid nature and her affinity for that color. As for an animal, I think she’d be a snowshoe hare!

19. What’s their unusual quirk? (Quirk with a lowercase q, haha) Shiemi has always had very strong intrusive thoughts, and I’ve made this obvious from the first chapter. I based this on my own struggle with intrusive thoughts, so Shiemi and I can relate on the issue of fighting our inner voices to be better people.

20. Are they easy to wake up in the morning, or grouchy and sleepy? She’s an early bird! Very easy to wake up in the morning.

21. What’s their ideal date like? She loves night walks on the beach followed a busy night of makin’ love ;)

22. What’s their silliest or most unusual fear/phobia? Probably spiders. She’s not the type to scream when she sees one, but if it’s big and hairy, she’ll leave the room.

23. Is their pain tolerance high or low? Pretty low, all things considering. She knows how to fight, she just doesn’t like to because she can’t really handle her own.

24. Are they a fussy eater? Nope! She’ll try just about anything. She understands the importance of eating healthy, so she makes sure to eat her veggies every day. (Unlike me…)

25. What are their dreams like? As the writer, I’ve always made her dreams symbolic. They often reflect her true feelings or the things on her mind.

26. Are they technologically savvy? Yes! Working in the hospital, she’s a quick learner, and working in the hospital, she’s had to learn how to use all the equipment.

27. Are they forgetful? What do they tend to forget? (plans, phone, keys, etc) No, she tries to be very organized. The most that she forgets would be if she’s got a lot of work to do, she might forget one assignment.

28. Describe their morning routine. Open the curtains first (she needs sunlight), drink black coffee, watch the news, take a shower. Suuuper adult of her, I know. She’s a creature of habit!

29. Are they a good cook? If they are, what do they like to make? She’s an okay cook. Certainly not as good as Hawks! She can make basic food, but a lot of it lacks flavor -- something Hawks has had to teach her.

30. Do they consider themselves a “hero” or “villain”? Hero! Definitely. She’ll heal anyone in need, but she works for the heroes, on the side of good.

31. What holiday do they like the most? (Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day, etc) Christmas. It’s the one time of year she gets to spend with her whole family. Even though tensions are high, she still loves her family more than anything.

32. What are they like at parties? Party animal, or awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking punch and reading? She’s the wallflower. She’d rather grab a bite to eat and sit back, people-watching.

33. Are they adventurous, or do they prefer to stay in their safe zone? She prefers to live life on the safe side. Though life with Hawks definitely makes things exciting!

34. What’s their favourite drink? (Coffee, tea, juice, hot chocolate, soda, etc) She loves coffee; preferably black coffee. Her go-to drink at Starbucks is a venti black cold brew or a cappuccino.

35. Are they good with children? Yes! Her serene nature tends to calm kids down. She especially used to love healing kids at the hospital.

36. Do they trust easily? What would you have to do to earn their trust? She’s normally very wary of people. She automatically has her guard up when approached by someone new, but honestly it doesn’t take much for her to let down her guard. For example, she was cautious of Twice when she met him, but once she saw that he and Mr. Compress needed help, she immediately dropped everything to help. Blame her big heart, I guess!

37. Are they a hopeless romantic, or is that stuff just not for them? God, YES!! When she first met Hawks, she tried to act all tough, but she’s such a SAP! In her relationships, she devotes everything to her significant other.

38. Do they get lost easily, or are they good with directions? Nah, she’s great with directions. She tries to have a good understanding of her surroundings.

39. Are they superstitious? She doesn’t believe in superstitions; she’s more of a woman of science.

40. Do they like physical activity, or staying inside? She enjoys a bit of both. She especially likes to go for walks, but doesn’t mind spending the whole day inside reading a book.

41. What would they dress up as for Halloween? A zombie nurse -- and I mean that in the laziest way possible. She would put on her uniform and paint her face and call it a day haha

42. Do they like fast food, or fancy restaurants? Fancy restaurants, for sure. She’s a bit of a snob. She’ll eat fast food if she’s on the go, but she grew up in the lap of luxury, and really enjoys the finer things in life.

43. Are they a chaotic bastard, pure angel baby, or tired mom friend? Pure angel baby. SHIEMI MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS.

44. Do they have a good attention span? Yes, especially when it comes to her friends. She’ll sit there and listen to someone talk for hours.

45. Are they always late, on time, or early? Shiemi thinks that if you’re not 15 minutes early, then you’re late.

46. Do they cry, gasp, laugh, etc, while reading a book, or do they remain relatively stone-faced? Stone-faced. She might furrow her brow if she’s into it, but she’s more internal with her reactions.

47. Do they keep a diary? She stopped carrying a diary when she was a teenager and her parents read through it without her permission.

48. How dramatic are they? She’s not haha She cries easily, but that’s just because she feels very deeply.

49. Do they put a lot of effort into their appearance, or do they just make themselves presentable and go? She’s comfortable with her looks, so she mostly curls her bangs and thinks it good to go.

50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip? She would be president of the backseat! Delivering snacks, giving directions, listening to you talk and talk for hours!

51. Why would they be a BAD partner for a road trip? She’s not much for small talk. If it gets quiet, she’ll let it happen and whip out a book.

52. What topic should nobody bring up around them, lest the other person be subject to a massive ramble/rant? Anything bashing on heroes, or criticizing hero society. She’s so deep in it that she’s blinded to its flaws. She’ll defend Heroes till the day she dies.

53. Are they clumsy? No, she’s too cautious!

54. Are they a law breaker, or stickler for rules? Stickler for the rules. Not as bad as Iida hahaha but she doesn’t do anything she’s not supposed to. Blame her strict upbringing!

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character. I LOVE THIS QUESTION! I feel like she’s: “Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does >:( ” or “Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.” OOH, OR “How do you know what’s good for me? THAT’S MY OPINION!!”

56. Do they like to share? Yes, my girl is very giving ❤️

57. What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done? Have sex with a bird man she just healed the night before :U Shiemi has a high sex drive

58. Which friend do they immediately become a zero-braincelled idiot around? She gets all smitten around Hawks tbh She can compose herself around everyone except for him. Then she’s just a puddle of GOO

59. Do they love or hate surprises? She does not like surprises! They make her uncomfortable and awkward.

60. What sappy thing will they cry at? (romance movies, cute cat videos, etc) Would they deny crying about it later on? She’ll cry during sad movies, but she’s stopped being ashamed of being a crybaby

61. What’s their favourite and least favourite subject in school? Health and science are her best subjects, but her favorite was literature! Her least favorite was probably physical education just because it took her away from the books!

62. Do they take a lot of photos? If so, what of? She prefers professional photos; her camera roll is practically empty!

63. Do they wear makeup? Blush, mascara, foundation, but she only ever wears makeup for special occasions.

64. Describe what their social media would be like. Instagram: “NO PHOTOS” but plenty of tagged photos from Mic and Midnight. Facebook: articles on social issues or new medical breakthroughs.

65. Do they give people a lot of nicknames? No, she doesn’t, actually!

66. What nicknames do others call them by? She thinks it’s sweet when people give nicknames to her -- e.g. “Doc,” “songbird,” or “sunshine.” Side note: I was really into Yagami Yato when I first started writing, so of course Hawks calls her “Baby bird.” And now I really regret not being more original because goddamn... I’m not gonna go back and change it because Yagami doesn’t own the nickname, but just know that I am upset

67. What’s an outrageous story about them nobody believes? Uhh, that’s a great question. I can’t think of anything, to be honest.

68. Are they easy to fluster? What would you have to do to truly fluster them? Yes! Despite being so cool, calm, and collected, it’s easy to make her blush. Hawks is a pro at getting her all worked up!

69. What’s their dream vacation like? She dreams of traveling, preferably somewhere along the Caribbean islands where she can bask in the sun and discover new plants and creatures.

70. Are they a good liar? She is a notoriously bad liar, mostly because it eats her away inside. She can make a lie work if she commits to it enough, but she’ll always come out with it eventually.

71. What do they want to do in the future? She wants a family. She’s always wanted to be a working woman and come home after a long day to her family. She wishes that a certain someone would be a stay-at-home dad...

72. How do they feel about love? Again, she’s a hopeless romantic. She believes in having strong bonds with both family and friends, but she does dedicate most of her energy into her romantic relationship.

73. Are they more book smarts, or street smarts? oh my god, BOOK SMARTS. She wouldn’t last a day on her own out there, but man she could recite a whole scene from Shakespeare if you asked her to.

74. What’s their guilty pleasure? Sex. She doesn’t come off as promiscuous, but she would get some every day if she could.

75. Is there anyone they consider their rival? No, in fact Shiemi tends to keep to herself. She’s respectful and supportive of everyone. She does have enemies, of course, like Dabi or Mr. Compress.

76. Do they have any notable physical features? Her eyes are described as gray, but they’re more purplish-gray.

77. What’s their music taste like? Classical music takes up most of the space on her phone; Joe Hisaishi is a composer that she admires a lot.

78. What’s something they’re really bad at? Keeping her opinions to herself. She’s brutally honest, to a fault.

79. Do they have a good sleep schedule? Yesss, her whole life runs on a schedule!

80. What’s their aesthetic sense like? Oh, I’m not sure how to answer this?

81. What’s something they’re really proud of? Her degrees and awards make her feel accomplished. She has a hard time seeing her worth, but the diplomas on her wall are proof, to her, of what she can do.

82. How would they spend a free day? In bed, reading a book, snuggled up beside Hawks ❤️

83. What are they like as an s/o? Lowkey, kind of clingy. She loves attention and wants to spend all her time with her significant other, doting on them, making them feel good.

84. What’s one thing they like that they don’t want anyone to know about? Her sex drive (> w >);;

85. Do they have a sweet tooth? She doesn’t; she’s more of a savory or salty person. I actually really like this dichotomy between Hawks and Shiemi, for some reason? The fact that she takes her coffee black and he takes his sweet is kind of nice.

86. How would you describe their fashion sense? I once had a beautiful professor at university who only wore maxi skirts and nice blouses. Her fashion sense inspired my vision of Shiemi a lot. If she’s not wearing her hero uniform, you can find her in a pink maxi skirt and a white blouse.

87. Do they like spicy food? She can definitely handle her spice, but she wouldn’t choose it!

88. Are they lucky? Do they believe in luck? By all means, she has the worst luck! Can’t say that she believes in it, though.

89. What would they get into a petty argument over? Shiemi stands her ground on her opinions, but she’s more or less an agreeable person. She doesn’t like to argue or cause tension, but she will if it means standing up for herself.

90. Are they a good artist? She can’t draw and she’s got that doctor handwriting lmao

91. Do they prefer hot or cold weather? Hot! Shiemi’s Quirk is most powerful if she’s in direct sunlight. When the sun is behind the clouds, it takes more energy and time for her to heal someone. Despite all that time in the sun, the poor woman can’t tan!

92. Can they play an instrument? Her parents made her play piano when she was a child, but she doesn’t dabble in it anymore.

93. What type of movies do they like to watch? Romance and mysteries! Her favorite movie is Titanic. She cries every time!

94. What does their room look like? Neat and organized. She’s got a lot of bookshelves in her room and a nice set up for her computer space.

95. How do they feel about bugs? Scared? Fascinated? She’s fascinated by bugs, but from a distance. She won’t touch ‘em!

96. What’s their sense of humour like? (Dad jokes, morbid humour, basic knock-knock jokes, stand up comedy, etc) She laughs really hard at stand up comedy. Since she’s a little more serious, she can appreciate how goofy Hawks is!

97. What do they keep in their bag? Cell phone, earbuds, portable charger, folding scissors for emergencies, Band-Aids, and if she’s not wearing it, she’ll fold up her lab coat and put it in there, too.

98. How competitive are they? She’s only competitive with herself. She doesn’t have to be the best, but she can’t stand being the worst. (I’m the same way.)

99. What would they wear to a formal event? Describe their outfit! She actually wore that beautiful red dress in chapter 10! If you Google “Elizabeth Banks Vanity Fair 2020” it’ll pop up.

100. If you, the creator, met them, would you two get along? Yes! I think that it’s impossible for any author/creator to make a character without at least adding some personal elements in them. Shiemi isn’t a self-insert, but she and I share a love of reading and we’re both overachievers. So I think she and I would make great friends!

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Devil in disguise 2/3

Summary: You weren’t the girl who get attention from guys. You were the friend that always ended up alone at the bar, nursing her drink until you got home by yourself, while your friends took home someone. That’s how you suppossed this night would go to. Until an Apple Martini you didn’t order was set down in front of you. Looking around to make out who had ordered it for you, you saw him. John Wick.

Pairing: John Wick / F! Plus size Reader

Wordcount: 4.101

Warnings: smut

A/N: Thank you all so so much for the response to the first chapter. I hope you like the second one as much as the first.

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It was a week later, you were definitely not sleeping in his sweater because you missed him, when there was a knock on your door. It was Saturday morning and you didn't really have plans for this weekend. You hadn't heard from him, or Nadia in fact and if it wasn't for the sweater you were wearing, you would think you dreamed last Friday night. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

His eyes lighting up as he talked about his hobby. Books. The pain as he told you about his ex-fiance, the woman he wanted to get out of this business for. The woman he wanted to marry only to find out that she had been hired by his employer to make him agree to the last thing he had done. Your heart broke for him.

Another knock on your door made you jump.

“Who's there?” You asked.

“It's John.” A voice called back making you almost choke, your eyes wide in surprise as you looked down at the clothes you were wearing.

“I brought breakfast,” he added. Looking around your apartment, you thanked God you had a nightly cleaning session. You looked at yourself in the mirror, as you walked towards the door, your eyes widening, pulling his sweater over your head, throwing it towards your bedroom, straightening the thin tank top you were wearing underneath. Undoing the messy bun you had on the top of your head, you shook your hair and put your glasses straight.

“I wasn't expecting company,” you said, the door still closed in front of you.

“Can you make an exception?” He asked, and you smiled. Slowly you opened the first then the second lock, opening the door.

“How did you find out this was my apartment?” You asked, looking up at him.

“It was the only one without a name on it.” He grinned, looking down at you. You still hid your body behind the door. John was wearing jeans and a gray shirt, a leather jacket over his shoulder and a full bag from a place called Continental on his arm. His hair looked soft, sunglasses on top of his head. It was the complete opposite of his look last week.

“Are you going to invite me in or do I have to eat all that by myself?” He asked sheepishly.

“First I need to change, but please come in.” You opened the door and waited for him to step through it, closing it after him.

“The kitchen is the last door on the left side.” You said quietly, admiring how his back stretched his shirt. He turned around, his eyes wandering over your whole body, making you bite your bottom lip before his eyes were on yours again.

“Hey.” He smiled, stepping closer to you.

“Hey,” you whispered as he leaned down, finding your lips in a soft kiss that made your breath hitch.

“I'm gonna...” you stuttered, gesturing towards your bedroom. Grinning he nodded before he turned around and walked to your kitchen.

You found him trying to work your coffee machine when you got back to the kitchen. You had put on your favorite sweater dress and some fluffy socks. You had no idea what the day would bring now that John was here, but you had intended to spend your whole day studying for one of your exams next week.

“Do you need any help?” You ask, making him jump.

“I wanted to make coffee...”

“The machine is broken.” You giggled, making him sigh as he chuckled and shook his head.

“How do you drink coffee then?”

“I don't. I stopped last year. I have a huge collection of tea though.”

“Tea it is then.” He smiled.

“So John... What have you been up to since last week?” You asked, suppressing a moan as you took a bite from the french toast he had brought. He had brought a very big collection of all the breakfast dishes you loved. French toasts, Pancakes, Sandwiches, Waffles and Eggs... 10 people could eat from that alone.

“Your friend Nadia...”

“Oh, she's not my friend anymore,” you interrupted him.

“Thank God.” He laughed.

“Well, I brought her home and picked up my last check from her father. And after that, I have tried to figure out what to do with my life now that I can choose what to do.” He said.

“And have you come to any conclusion?”

“Not really. I bought a house a little outside of New York I wanted to live in with... Anyway, now that that's not happening I'm thinking of maybe leaving the country... But to be honest I have no idea. I don't know how to live outside of this... world.” He sighed.

“John, how long have you been doing... what you're doing?” You asked.

“Since I was 15... which would be almost 35 years.” He said after a while. Looking at him you didn't know what shocked you more. That he had been... killing people for 35 years or that he was 50 years old.

“Wow... Okay, I need to process this. You are 50 years old? No way.” You said. Shyly he looked at you before he nodded. “Well not yet. My birthday is in 6 weeks.”

“Still. How do you do it?” You reached out stroking his cheek.

“I don't think about it very much?”

“You're 24 years older than me...” you said quietly.

“Is that a problem?” He asked.

“I don't know,” you said honestly. Because you didn't. The only relationship you ever had was with a man your age. And it didn't end well...

“I can understand that.”

“But maybe we can find out? I like you, John. Despite everything you have told me last week, I like you and I want to find out if this could be something.” You shrugged nervously. “I mean if you want to. I still don't know why me in the first place, but...” You were interrupted by his lips on yours.

“I like you too.” He smiled against your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Why else would I drive to see you on a Saturday morning with so much food I could feed an army because I didn't know what you liked most?” He asked.

“John?” It was the same day, dinner time and John had stayed the whole day. You would have loved to go out with him, but you really had to study. He was perfectly fine with it, sitting next to you for the most time, reading a book he had picked from one of your shelves, his arms around your shoulders, making it hard for you to concentrate on anything but him, but you did manage. He had announced an hour ago that he was to cook dinner and had left with your key to buy some groceries.

“I brought you some brain food,” he said as he walked in, his arms loaded with bags to the kitchen and came back with a muffin, kneeling down in front of you.

“Has anyone ever told you that you're pretty perfect, Mr. Wick?” You smiled.

“No one,” he said.

“Well then let me be the first,” you said, taking the muffin to set it down next to you on the couch before you wrapped your arms behind his neck.

“Give me another week and I'm pretty sure you'll be over me,” he said.

“I don't think so,” you whispered, leaning into him as you kissed him. Moaning against his lips, as you felt his tongue brushing over your lips, you parted your lips, letting him push you against the couch, both of his hands on the headrest as he deepened the kiss. Out of breath, you looked up at him, his lips flushed, his hair in front of his eyes.

“I'm going to make dinner now,” he whispered.

Nodding slowly you bit your lip as he slowly pushed himself up, walking out of the living room. Sighing you rolled your eyes. How were you supposed to think of anything but his lips now?

John coming over on Saturdays kinda became a weekly occasion. Your last exams were coming up and you were stressing out. So John made it his goal to take care of you.

He even quizzed you when you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, rewarding you with kisses that stole your breath, making you crave for more. What made it all weirder for you was that he didn't expect anything in return. He seemed to want to take care of you, making sure to always be there for you.

You never had someone in your life who took care of you like John did. It still was a mystery to you what he was seeing in you. The chubby medical student. It wasn't that you were uncomfortable in your body. It was the way other people looked at you when you wore a dress that was a little shorter. When you were buying chocolate at the grocery store as if it would be a crime.

You loved your body, as long as you were by yourself. It was the outside world that made you think as if something was wrong with you. They didn't know you had danced ballet for most of your life. Even now when you had the time. Or that you hit the gym twice a week. All they saw was a few pounds where they weren't supposed to be, giving them the imaginative right to judge you.

But then there came John. Who saw you for what you were, not for how you looked. And you were falling for him. Hard. And there was nothing you could do against it.

It was the week before your final exam, you had been working 20 hours shifts at the hospital when John called you in the middle of the night, out of breath, his voice strained.

“Are you okay, John?” You asked sleepily, looking at the clock. 3:28 am.

“I'm sorry to wake you. I didn't know who else to call.”

“It's okay. Did something happen?” You sat yourself up, reaching for the lamp on your nightstand.

“I'm not sure. Dog hasn't been on his feet the whole day and she hasn't eaten and I'm getting a bit worried.”

“You have a dog?” You asked surprised, searching for your glasses.

“I do.”

“Has she been drinking?”

“I don't think she did.” He sounded worried.

“Hm... I don't know enough about dogs to tell you if you should be worried. There is a pet clinic down the street where I live that is opened around the clock if you want to be sure.”

“Okay. I'm going there now,” he said.

“Uh. Okay. Good. I'll meet you there,” you said right away.

“You don't have to.”

“I want to, John.”

There was a pause on the phone before he sighed.

“Okay. I'll need an hour.”

“Meet you there.” You said and ended the call.

An hour later you found yourself in front of the pet clinic, you had put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, your hair in a messy bun when you saw John's car approaching the building. He got out, quickly kissing you as you met him at his car, before he opened his passenger's door, carrying out a beautiful gray pit bull.

“Oh, she looks sleepy.” You said, carefully reaching to stroke her head.

“I know. That's what worries me.”

“Let them take a look.” You said, opening the door to the pet clinic for him.

“See? She's going to be okay.” You said, putting your arm around John's waist, your head on his shoulder, as you waited for Dog to be finished. She was getting an infusion of fluids and a shot of antibiotics.

“Thank God.” He whispered exhausted.

“Do you want to stay over? You don't have to drive back home. That way if something else is up with her we are right around the corner.” You proposed. He looked at you.

“You have your exam in two days, I don't want to get on your nerves.” He said.

“I wouldn't have offered, if you would, John. I would check in on your hourly anyway, so you're really doing me a favor here.” You winked at him and yawned in the next moment making him chuckle.

“Come on. I'll take you home.” He finally said, kissing your temple as he saw his dog slowly walking towards him on her own feet.

After you had put out some blanket for Dog to lie on, you made your way back to your bedroom getting your clothes off on your way. You had left your tank top and shorts on beneath, and all you wanted to do was go back to bed. Snuggling into your bed you sighed.

“John?” You called for him and heard him coming nearer.

“Yeah?”

“Are you coming? I'm dead tired.” You asked.

“I can take the couch.” He said. Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked at him confused.

“Why would you do that?”

“I didn't want to assume...”

“Come here, John.” You smiled. He turned the lights off behind him, took his jeans off and slipped under the covers next to you. You snuggled to his body immediately, sighing when you felt his arms around you, pulling your closer, your head resting on his chest.

“Do you have to get up early?” John asked.

“I have the next two weeks off...” You whispered, eyes already closed.

“Good.” He whispered, kissing your hair before both of you fell asleep.

You woke to someone kissing your neck, your back pressed against a warm body. Sighing you tilted your head, making him chuckle behind you.

“Good morning.” His raspy deep voice whispered against your ear.

“Hm...” You smiled pushing your body against his as you stretched, making him moan as your ass rubbed against his growing bulge, making you gasp.

“What time is it?” You ask.

“It's almost 11. I was already out with Dog.” He said, feeling his big hand ran down your side, resting on your upper thigh.

“And what do we do with this young day?” You ask, moaning as his other hand sneaked under your top.

“We could stay in bed...” He suggested his hand grabbing one of your boobs, making you groan.

“What has gotten into you?” You ask.

“Too fast?” He asked.

“God no.” You laughed and turned around to look at him.

“You have been nothing but a gentleman the last... 6 weeks. I can live with a bit faster.” You said, your hands resting on his naked chest. Your finger tracing one of his many tattoos. His hair was still damp, he must have been in the shower before he got back to bed.

“Careful what you ask for, Princess...” He whispered, turning your body, so you were on your back. He leaned above you, his weight resting on both of his arms next to your head as he leaned down and kissed you hard, pressing his body against yours.

“Princess?” You asked as he left your lips and kissed your neck.

“I still don't know your name.” He smiled against your skin, his beard lightly scratching, making you shudder. Slowly he pulled off your top, throwing it away as he knelt between your legs. As he looked at you you felt shy all of a sudden. There he was, a dream of a man, having eyes for no one else but you. Shaking your head you smiled shyly, looking away from him.

“If you don't want to...” John said.

“Kiss me.” You whispered, pushing yourself up to sit, your chest against his.

“Please.” You added looking up at him. You felt his arms coming around you, keeping you close to him as he carefully kissed you. Bringing your arms around him, holding onto him as he stole your breath you whimpered when you felt him bite your lip.

“Fuck me, John.” You whispered against his lips, making him moan.

“With pleasure, Princess.” He said lowly, his eyes dark.

“John...” You sighed, your nails gently scratching his back, as his hands wandered down your back, grabbing your ass, pushing your body against his.

“On your back, hands above your head.” He whispered demanding, making you swallow.

“Yes, Mr. Wick.” You smirked, letting yourself fall on your back, crossing your arms above your head.

“Keep them there.” He grinned, leaning down, kissing the valley between your breasts.

“Yes, Sir.” You sighed, feeling his warm hands on your hips his fingers slowly pulling your shorts down, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“So beautiful.” He whispered, kneeling between your legs, his eyes roaming over your body. Slowly he leaned down, finding your lips in a kiss before he kissed down your body. You were grabbing the headrest of your bed by now, the urge to touch him becoming overwhelming as he kissed your hipbone. Looking up at you as he lay between your thighs you bit your lip as he put a soft kiss on your clit.

Spreading your legs for him he kissed your outer lips, making you whimper before he ran his tongue through your folds, humming like it was the best thing he tasted in forever as you moaned.

“Fuck John.”

“Not yet.” He grinned, wickedly looking up at you between your thighs before he really got to work. Kissing, nibbling, sucking on your clit while you felt his hand massaging your inner thigh, his hand stopping over your entrance, looking up at you, his mouth sucking hard on your clit as he entered you with one of his fingers. His arm, holding your hip down, pressing it to the mattress you groaned, panting, as he flicked his tongue over your clit, his finger finding that spot inside, you could never reach yourself, making you quiver. Adding a second finger he put pressure on the spot while he sloppily kissed your clit.

“Don't stop...” You moaned, your legs crossing him in.

“Are you close, Princess?” He asked, adding a third finger, replacing his mouth with his thump, rubbing your clit as he leaned up, kissing you. Moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his lips.

“Please...” You moaned against his mouth.

“Please what?” He asked, breathing heavily as he looked at you, leaning over you.

“Please fuck me, John.” You whimpered, rolling your hips against his hand.

“Not yet.” He said again, sucking harshly at one of your nipples.

Throwing your head back you moaned out his name as you were surprised by your orgasm, riding it's waves until you felt your body relax. Out of breath as you looked at him, cleaning his fingers from your arousal, making you bite your lip.

“John?” You asked, making him raise an eyebrow.

“Let me ride you.” You let go of the headrest, pushing against his chest, making him fall on his back, as you straddled his hips. His hands coming down on your thighs with a smack. You moaned leaning down to press your body against his, kissing him hard.

Enjoying the feeling of his strong chest against your breasts you moved your body, your hands sneaking into his tight boxer shorts, gasping as you palmed his big cock.

He helped you as you pulled down his underwear, both laughing as it flew through the room.

Rubbing yourself over his cock both of you moaned, his hands coming to rest on your ass, his hands massaging your skin as he looked up at you, jaw clenched. Eyes dark.

Reaching for his cock you pumped him twice before you raised your hips, lining him up against your entrance and slowly sank down on him, never breaking eye contact, enjoying the feeling of him stretching your inner walls in the best way possible. Moaning when he filled you completely, you stilled, John pushing himself up, one of his arms on your back as his other hand came to rest on your ass, he slowly began to roll his hips, making you whimper.

“You feel so good... wrapped tight around my cock.” He groaned, his lips finding your collarbone, his tongue tracing its line before he kissed the top of your breast, while he kept rolling his hips against yours. Slowly you began to ride him, holding on to his body, as he guided you up and down, sucking on your nipple as you threw your head back.

Putting his face between your hands you guided him up to you, kissing him with a hunger, when he took both of your hands, pulling them behind your back, and holding them there with one hand, making you gasp.

“Let go, Princess.” He whispered as he thrust hard up into you, making you moan out loud as his hips slapped against yours. While he was more or less tying your hands behind your back he leaned his body on his other arm and began to fuck into you roughly, fastening his pace, grunting, while you kept repeating his name like a prayer. You could feel your orgasm building, your knees already shaking.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” He asked low. Not being able to form a single word you only nodded, your little finger brushing over his wrist of the hand that was holding yours behind your back. He let go of his grip, taking your hand into his and watched you with dark eyes as you tried to keep eye contact while your second orgasm made you almost pass out. Whimpering you let him fuck you through it, breathing hard as he slowed his pace, your head falling down on his shoulder. Laughing you looked at him.

“I think I can't feel my legs.” You said.

“I'll take that as a compliment.” He grinned smugly.

“You wanna come in my mouth, John?” You leaned close against his ear, feeling him twitch inside you.

“You'll be the death of me.” He moaned as you clenched your muscles around him, making him slap your ass as you laughed and climbed off of him on wobbly limbs.

Kneeling next to him, you took his cock in your hands pumping it a few times before you sucked the tip in, enjoying the taste he left on your tongue. Swallowing him until you almost gagged your bobbed your head, trying to keep a pace as you felt his hands on your head, gathering your hair so he could look at you.

“I'm wanna fuck your pretty mouth one day...” He groaned, watching down at you sucking his cock, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead.

“What's stopping you now?” You asked releasing him with a plop, pumping him with your hand. You reached for his other hand, as you leaned down, looking at him the entire time as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, raising an eyebrow at him. Shaking his head you felt his hips move slowly at first, testing how far he could go, when his hand grabbed your hair harder, pulling it slightly as he continued to move his hips, thrusting into your mouth deeper and deeper, making you gag. Relaxing your throat you rested one of your hands on his hip, in case you had to stop him.

“I'm gonna cum, Princess.” He moaned. You hummed around him, watching him fall apart, tasting the salty bitterness he released, swallowing every single drop of him.

Biting your lip as you released him his arms pulled you up to lay on his chest, his lips finding yours.

“I think I'll keep you.” He said against your lips, pushing your hair out of your eyes, as you entwined your legs with his, enjoying his warm arms around you.

“That's convenient, I wasn't going to let you go.” You breathed back before you let your head rest on his chest.

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libations and burnt offerings;

under the moon, long shadows are cast Part III of III

Author: feuillemort [AO3] / stillyourprussianblue [tumblr]

Rating: T

Pairing: 5986 (Gokudera/Haru), 1896 (Hibari/Chrome), DS (Dino/Squalo), 10088 (Byakuran/Bianchi), 8027 (Yamamoto/Tsuna), Lampin (Lambo/I-Pin)

Event: KHRWeen2020

Prompts: Graveyard | Costumes

A broken fourth wall and ramen deliveries on the spookiest night of the year.

[AO3] [image] [Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

“So he’s supposed to be loosely based on a kappa, but throwing a komodo dragon in there with an idol is so wrong!”

“Well at least the animal handler is on standby so Chrome-chan is safe,” Haru responded. “Same with her security team,” she added, eyeing the idol’s bodyguards lining the edges of the set.

Gokudera scoffed. “That airhead’s no use,” he grumbled. “He’s probably playing with the dogs again.”

He kept his back to the rows of grave markers that Haru gazed out over. He’d turned away from the set uncomfortably as his half-sister had thrown off her robes for the scene, Haru keeping watch to let him know when it was safe for his eyes to resume his post. “I meant that’s a sorry excuse for a kappa, even if they use CGI on it later. And those dogs are way too friendly to pass as werewolves.”

“You want them to release aggressive dogs onto set with this celebrity cast?” Haru gave him a look. “There’s a pop idol, a famous youtuber, and supermodels out there and you want to use dogs that are less friendly?”

He returned the look. “No, I’m saying that their cryptids are unrealistic! I’m a fan of the director’s work but no professional would half-ass their research like this!”

“I heard that it’s based on a dream his godson had,” Haru said, frowning slightly as she saw Tsuna chatting with Yamamoto, a leashed cat held in his arms. They shared a laugh over something they were too far away to hear. Sure enough, a bunch of dogs stuck close to his side, tails wagging.

Chrome’s bodyguard stood up from his relaxed perch on a spare tombstone just off the set and moved quickly through the fake cemetery, ducking under boom mics and low hanging branches. The sudden movement caught Haru’s attention.

“Hey!”

“What do you want? Gokudera growled as the back of Haru’s arm smacked into his side. He turned to her furiously, but saw that she was already running out into the graveyard. It only took him a moment longer to process what was happening as more thundering explosions rocked the movie set and he ran to catch up to the costume designer.

“Shit! Oi! Stay off the set, it’s dangerous, you idiot!”

___

Chrome stared up at the dark haired man that was the head of her security detail as he casually tossed aside the explosive he’d snatched in midflight as it had rocketed towards her. It blew up somewhere behind him but all it did was silhouette him for a moment, ruffling his hair and untucking the hem of his shirt. Hibari’s eyes remained locked with hers as she stared up in awe at the cold steel of his gaze that cut through the mayhem and promised murder to anything that dared to cause her harm.

All around them, fire crews were rushing to the scene to put out the minor disaster that was threatening to take over the set. Chrome pushed herself to her feet in the shallow grave.

“Cut! Cut! Cut!” Reborn’s voice boomed through the megaphone.

There was a sharp whistle and the dog actor that had accompanied her into the hole they dug was bounding away. Yamamoto whistled again. “Hey, hellhounds! Come back!”

The rest of the runaway pack was slobbering over a laughing man on the ground. She could only make out blond hair and flailing limbs before he was completely overrun with dogs.

Hibari turned to leave, but paused when Chrome called out. “Wait.”

He glanced over his shoulder to see her looking down at the huge lizard, knowing what she intended to do.

“He can’t get out,” she said, kneeling down beside the Komodo dragon, at least twice her size. She put her whole weight behind it, but couldn’t heave it out of the hole like she wanted to. She was well suited to the role she played despite what critics were saying –he knew she had the heart of a warrior inside such a small body.

The disgruntled lizard turned towards her and his eyes narrowed as its venomous maw reached for her exposed leg.

Before Hibari could jump into the pit and likely incite the wrath of dozens of animal welfare groups the world over, Yamamoto leapt in to wrangle the lizard back into what looked like an elaborate harness, a pack of dogs at his heels.

“Now, now, be good,” he chastised the lizard as he wrestled it into a harness.

Chrome climbed out of the hole to join Hibari, taking in the scene of destruction around them and the loose perimeter of security around the set. If this had happened years ago, the paparazzi would have been waiting to greet her with their dizzying flashes and intrusive lines of questioning. Now the only one waiting for her was her personal bodyguard, his presence enough of a warning for them all to stay back and give her the space she needed.

Hibari gave her a quick once-over.

“I’m okay,” she answered.

Satisfied, he turned away and she followed.

She was joined by Fran who seemed to materialize beside her, but because she didn’t react in alarm, Hibari did nothing. Over the months of filming, Fran had taken a shine to his co-star despite not knowing the idol prior to meeting on set, and Hibari had grown to accept that he would follow Chrome around though neither of them acknowledged the others’ existence.

“You have to stop breaking the fourth wall when we’re filming,” Chrome chastised lightly, referencing their takes from earlier in the day.

But Fran was staring off into space. “Huh?”

“You can’t just start listing off everything you see when you forget your lines,” she continued as they walked side by side.

“Oh, I’m narrating,” Fran replied airily.

“The film already has a narrator,” Chrome replied, looking ahead at Hibari’s retreating back.

“That creepy prophecy girl,” Fran said.

“Oh... mmhm,” she agreed softly.

“I mean she’s here.”

Chrome looked over with an owlish gaze. Hibari stopped a ways away but cast a watchful glance over his shoulder when he sensed her hesitation. He regarded the newcomer curiously.

Yuni approached with a bright smile. “Chrome-chan! Could I get your autograph?”

After a pause, the popstar nodded and accepted the poster and pen that Yuni held to her.

“What do you do after filming?” Yuni asked, hands clasped in front of her, leaning in with inquisitive politesse as Chrome signed the poster.

“Go back to my trailer and review my lines for tomorrow,” Chrome responded, handing the items back.

“I always knew you were dedicated!” Yuni smiled, holding the poster as if it were a treasure.

“We never do anything fun,” Fran complained.

“Can I join you?” Yuni asked. “We can order dinner and go over our lines together! It’ll be fun!”

Fran looked over at Chrome, thinking she would decline, tilting his head curiously when she nodded. “Ohh?”

Yuni fell into step beside them. “Chrome-chan, don’t you ever get lonely when you’re touring?” Yuni asked.

“Ah! Well...” She averted her eye, looking at Hibari’s retreating back. He had gotten bored and decided to go on ahead by himself. “No,” she replied, “not lonely.”

___

“He’s going to tear you apart later,” Haru said as Gokudera ran past them, shooting a glare at Yamamoto. She had collected Bianchi’s robe from the centre of the set and was holding it tightly to her chest until she could more carefully examine it at her workdesk.

Pushing the lizard into its cage, Yamamoto laughed sheepishly. “You think so?”

“Especially when he finds out you weren’t paying attention.”

Yamamoto laughed again. “What do you mean?” But his laugh had given him away and Haru raised an eyebrow at him.

But before she could say anything about how he had been chatting up the director’s godson who had come to visit him, he went on the offensive, his smile charmingly disarming. The pack of dogs milled about around his legs, bumping him this way and that, and he reached down to ruffle their fluffy heads as their tongues lolled out. “You’ve been spending too much time together if you’re making that face!”

Haru’s cheeks coloured immediately but she couldn’t hide the brief scowl that had preceded it. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said.

He didn’t spare her. “You know, Gokudera!” he replied, leaving her fuming as he ran off, followed by chorus of happily barking mutts. “Put in a good word for me, thanks!”

___

“Luckily Hibari-san saved most of Chrome-chan’s outfit,” Haru said, letting the light material of Chrome’s dress flow between her fingers as she inspected the fabric.

“You mean luckily she’s unhurt right?” Gokudera corrected with a raised eyebrow.

Haru plowed on as if she hadn’t heard him, pretending she wasn’t very aware of the way his eyebrow arched after Yamamoto had pointed out the habit she had picked up. “But Bianchi’s dress is completely ruined! That was our last set for the take before we went onto the scene where she destroys the dress in the lake with the selkies!”

He looked over at the scraps of white material that Haru held onto. It didn’t look like there was much left of the robe; she would have to make another one from scratch. “Yeah well just make another one or something.” He wondered if she would be able to find a replacement in time.

Her head whipped around and she finally fixed her attention on him. If only she wasn’t glaring daggers. “Excuse me! I can’t just make another one like you replace your fireworks.”

He glowered right back. “They’re not fireworks, they’re pyrotechnics. You know this; I’ve explained it to you a million times.”

“And I’ve explained it to you ten million times –these costumes take time!” Haru huffed and laid the pieces of fabric down on the table between them. He could still see the pieces of golden thread wound through the white material, frayed where his devices had torn through them, scorched like the earth on the set that was still smouldering.

She didn’t say anything else, turning her attention back to the work that needed to be done, only noticing that he had walked out after he was gone. He came and went, and she continued with her spot checks on Chrome’s skirt, only giving him a cursory glance when he entered and exited, collecting more objects each time until the table between them filled with flammable compounds all labelled in Gokudera’s neat script, various accelerants, and an assortment of casings and ignitors.

But she paused to look up from her sewing machine when his last trip had him kicking the door shut behind him. He wouldn’t meet her eyes as he deposited in front of her a few bolts of white fabric and golden thread.

“They all look the same,” he grumbled. “I brought them all so you won’t lecture me on the difference between them again.”

“Thanks,” Haru said slowly, turning over the bolts in her hands; there wasn’t much left so she had no margin for error, but what he had brought her was enough. She could make it work.

She pulled a bottle of milk tea from her yellow-polka-dotted lunchbag sitting on the ground next to her, followed by a can that she had grabbed as an afterthought from the convenience store the other day. She placed them both on the table and slid the canned coffee over to him, avoiding the minefield spread out between them.

Gokudera took his seat across from her and accepted the drink, cracking it open with one hand while he swept his hair back out of his face with the other. “Thanks,” he said quietly but she had already turned her attention back to her work. He took a drink of the coffee – she had managed to keep it cold in her insulated lunchbag for him.

The first time they had had to put in overtime like this, there had been a large accident and all spaces on set were being used by the production team and crew members and the two of them had ended up crammed into an abandoned cast member’s room that was purported to be haunted.

She had been anxious to share a crammed workspace with him at first, worried about the potential of something going wrong or of an accidental misfire. But then she had seen how precise his movements were, how carefully he measured out each component and assembled the explosives. His hands were steady as he wired each device, each component meticulously labelled and accounted for.

This night was no different. Gokudera worked in silence, headphones on, expression focused and serene, goggles secured, sitting crookedly on his chair. His usually prickly personality evened out his aura was almost peaceful as he ran his fingers over a length of magnesium ribbon thoughtfully. He reconsidered and picked up the firefly aluminum instead, pushing aside a container of iron oxide to make more space for it.

Haru always grew too engrossed in her work to notice how he observed her in return; the subtle way her brow furrowed as her eyes roved over her work to ensure perfection in each detail, whether it be correcting a crooked stitch or dyeing a slight discolouration in raw materials she received. Her fingers worked nimbly as she straightened out the large pins that kept her creation in place, each movement deliberate and careful as gold ran through her hands and became something more.

They looked up at each other when their stomachs growled, faces aglow from the flickering lights of the jack-o-lanterns that lined the edges of their shared workbench.

Haru smiled and did a quick back stitch to hold her place before she picked up her cellphone. “It’s going to be a long night. I’ll order us some ramen!”

___

“So you didn’t go on?” Dino asked.

“No we couldn’t shoot any of the selkie scenes because you started a fire on set,” Squalo replied as they walked down the dark street, unevenly lit by streetlights. He kicked an empty can down the road as they walked.

“Aww it was an accident! I thought I’d be able to catch you in your mermaid suit today,” Dino said, bending down to pick the can up when they reached it. “I didn’t think that there would be so many cute dogs on the set to play with.”

“It’s not a mermaid suit! It takes fucking forever to get the selkie makeup and prosthetics on in the morning. It’s heavy as shit.” He glowered. “I thought a supermodel would get it.”

Dino tossed the can up and down in his hand, chuckling softly. “Nothing super here, just a model,” he replied. “How’s Reborn treating you?”

“The man’s tough. I can see why you gave up on acting,” Squalo answered.

“Yeah he said I’ve got the charisma but couldn’t act to save my life. Then he shot at me!”

Squalo threw his head back, laughing uproariously. “Fucking kills me every time you tell that story. They say he’s unorthodox but they’ve got no fucking idea.”

The can slipped from Dino’s fingers and hit him in the head before bouncing over the pavement. He sighed before leaning over to pick it up, only to be yanked backwards by his friend. A motor scooter zipped by right where Dino had been standing moments earlier.

“Lambo, step on it!” a voice commanded as they flew past. “Halloween’s a busy night for delivery requests!”

“VOI!” Squalo took off after them, yelling obscenities. He scooped up the can that Dino had dropped and whipped it at their retreating backs. “Watch where you’re going!”

When he realized that Dino wasn’t following, he retraced his steps only to find him crouched on the sidewalk with two children at his side. The older one had red hair and was dressed as a storm trooper. The only reason that Squalo could tell that he had red hair was because his helmet lay on the ground. The younger child was clinging onto Dino’s back, yelling at a group of teenagers across the street.

“I’m the mighty Skull! You can’t talk to me like that!”

The trio of bullies laughed and jeered.

“Give us our candy back!” Skull yelled. “O-or you’ll pay the consequences! Enma! Show them!”

“Oh yeah?” they jeered. “What’s going to happen? Are you going to get your stormtrooper to shoot us?”

Enma turned red and looked down at his shoes.

“That’s enough!” Dino said sternly. “Give them their candy back.”

But Squalo had enough experience dealing with Dino’s bullies during their school days to know that wouldn’t work. So he loomed over behind them. “VOI! What are you shitheads doing?”

His sudden appearance and shouting startled them and they jumped in surprise, spinning around to face him. His smile was sinister as he cracked his knuckles.

“Squalo! You can’t hit kids!” Dino exclaimed, putting his hand over Skull’s eyes, or at least where he assumed his eyes to be under his visor.

“I don’t see any brats here,” Squalo said, smirking down at them. “I see a shitty vampire, a half-assed wizard, and a... what the hell are you supposed to be?”

The teen responded indignantly through the furry mask covering his face. “A werewolf!”

Squalo squinted. “And crackhead bigfoot here.”

He unsheathed the sword he had at his side that Dino had told him not to take off the set.

“Oh shit he’s insane!”

“Yo let’s dip!”

The teens turned to run, and Squalo followed in pursuit.

Dino sighed and turned his attention to the two kids that stayed with him. Enma watched in silent dismay as Squalo chased down the bullies, catching them by the end of the block.

“What are you dressed as?” Dino asked.

“I’m Skull! The World’s Greatest Hitman!” he answered as if that didn’t leave Dino with more questions than he had started with. “And this is my brother Enma!”

Dino picked up Enma’s stormtrooper helmet and brushed off the scuffs and leaves as best as he could before giving it back to him. He thanked Dino so quietly that he thought the child had mouthed the words.

Squalo returned to their side, sheathing the prop sword and shoving the pillowcases full of candy at Enma. He stuttered a surprised thank you, gathering the superman and Mickey Mouse pillowcases into his arms, grimacing a little as some candy spilled out.

Dino scooped them into his hand and pressed a lollipop into Skull’s fingers before straightening up and putting the rest of the candy back into the pillowcases that Enma held tightly.

“Hey, I know a place that hands out jumbo-sized candy bars,” Dino said.

“Really!?” Skull’s face was obscured by the oversized biker helmet that he wore, but Dino could tell his eyes had widened by the way his voice jumped an octave.

“Haha yeah!” Dino assured. “It’s where we’re headed now if you want to come along?”

“Hey! Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to follow strange men that offer you candy?” Squalo shouted.

Enma looked between apprehensively but nodded. “Stay close,” he murmured, holding his hand out to Skull who ignored it and ran ahead.

“I’ll lead the way!”

“You don’t know where you’re going!” Enma ran after him across the street.

“Look both ways!” Dino called, starting after them, but tripped halfway through the crosswalk.

Squalo caught his arm and righted him gruffly. “Watch it.”

“Thanks Squalo!” Dino grinned.

“Yeah, yeah.” Squalo waved him off. “There’s idiots out here on their shitty vespas; if you got killed by one it’d be pathetic as fuck.”

___

“Thank you!” Yuni called from within the trailer.

“Ah, yeah, thanks,” Fran mumbled, already digging into their order.

Chrome thanked I-Pin as she stepped away from the door.

“That extra order won’t last until a midnight snack,” I-Pin warned.

“There’s no extra order,” Chrome replied, a little confusion bleeding into her tone.

“There were four orders,” I-Pin said, quickly checking the order ticket on her phone. “But three people.”

Chrome placed the fourth order of ramen on at the top of the stairs and looked up. “It’s not an extra.” I-Pin followed her gaze up to the moon. Seeing nothing, she shrugged and wished her a good night before bounding down the stairs to return to where Lambo sat waiting on the vespa.

“Ready?” she asked, putting her helmet on.

“W-w-what’s that?!”

I-Pin looked back at Lambo’s whimper to see him pointing up above the moonlit trailer with a trembling finger.

A silhouetted figure sat on top of the trailer, reclined comfortably with one leg bent in perfect repose. The moon was too bright to see the features of the figure’s face but she could tell they were being watched with lazy predation.

“I-Pin, let’s go!”

The waver in his voice made her trailer and hop on the back of the vespa again, knowing he wouldn’t drive off without her, but that he would cry if they stayed any longer with the spooky atmosphere.

Sitting in reverse with her back against Lambo’s, holding the rest of their deliveries close to her chest, she kept her eyes on the spirit that watched over Chrome until the trees grew so tall they obscured the moon, folding themselves over between them until she could no longer see the trailer or Chrome’s protector as they sped away through the night.

Only when Chrome went back inside did Hibari leap down gracefully to eat the dinner she had left for him.

___

She heard his approach but did not acknowledge it. Byakuran stayed in the entryway of the greenhouse, just watching her care for the toadflax that was a stand-in for the fantasy silk sage. He thought it ironic that she dedicated her attention to a plant that symbolized the desire for the recipient to notice of the giver’s love.

“You noticed the plants were dry when we were filming?”

Bianchi lowered the watering can from the silk sage plant and set it down beside the pot.

“You did too,” she replied. “And you almost broke character.”

“Not all of us perfectly embody our personas,” he said a little plaintively.

She registered his petulant pout and exaggerated expression and thought he fit the bill of a self-indulgent demon rather well.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh,” he repeated a little more softly.

They lapsed into silence as she ran her fingers over the soft leaves that the fictional plant was named for.

She looked up when he approached, painfully aware of his proximity like they had been over the last months of filming together, in a weighted and measured dance with the other, like the gravity of stars drawn together, or the certainty of waves to the shore.

He held up a cluster of flowers to her that looked to be what they used in place of the blood blossoms on set, except the rich colour was much more pigmented and there was an enigmatic scent emanating from them. “What do you think?”

She leaned towards the flowers he offered, holding a strand of hair away from her face; her eyes closed slowly and she inhaled deeply.

“An amaranth.” Bianchi pulled back slightly, the strand of hair slipping over her shoulder to trace lightly over his forearm. She looked up through her thick lashes at him, eyes lidded and lips parted in a small smile. “Decadent.”

He smiled back, pulling away entirely, that strand of her hair trailing down his arm. He let it slip through his fingers. “An amaranth,” he agreed. “For immortality.”

“Immortality?” she repeated breathily, stepping over to close the distance he had created between them.

Byakuran took another step back with a teasing laugh. “For an undying love.”

He seemed to float out of her reach even without the animatronic wings and the wires he wore during filming, but she kept pace with him, used to his movements from the time they spent on set together, with him as her shadow. They were very familiar with each others’ bodies.

“Now why would you give me such a flower?” she asked, her voice low.

He pulled the flower close to his chest before lifting it to his nose to breathe in its scent. “I didn’t give you anything!”

She continued her approach until he found himself with his back against the wall, the moonlight slanting through the glass panels of the ceiling.

“Maybe I’ll take it,” she murmured, plucking it from his fingers and placing it in his breast pocket.

“Should I keep calling you by pet names?”

“Well, it’s gauche to ask a witch for her true name.” He played along; it was hard not to recognize her as the face of the perfume industry, from magazine covers and red carpet events.

“You may continue to call me Byakuran; after all, you named me, witch.”

She played along too; she knew him from his youtube channel, avidly watching his every dessert mukbang video, every unboxing, and every sweet shop review.

“Is that right, demon?” She purred against his lips. He could feel the warmth emanating from her as her body pinned his to the wall, dizzy from that citrus scent wafting from her skin.

“Hurry! The noodles are getting soggy!”

Byakuran pulled the woman further into the shadows, whispering a quiet shhh in her ear, and Bianchi pressed closer still as two people rushed through the greenhouse, one in a red uniform and the other in a cowprint shirt. They darted through the set without so much as a glance around them and then they were gone out the other end.

“Okay, okay, there’s a shortcut through here... Geez, It’s not like Haru will let Gokudera kill us if we’re late again.”

“I’ll kill you if we’re late again!”

Bianchi didn’t even so much as glance over at them, taking the opportunity to pin him against the wall with her gaze. He watched their exit over her shoulder with a dispassionate smile. She wanted to make him feel something.

Wearing her shroud of night, she pulled him under, but the angel wasn’t as unmoved as he seemed. She leaned in to test the waters, just simmering below the surface, and he closed the distance himself to have a taste.

___

“Take care!” Tsuna waved to Enma and Skull as Yamamoto put the bowl of candy down on the side table. The green paint on Yamamoto’s neck and face was starting to rub off on the collar of his shirt, and Tsuna tried not to worry about the staining it would cause in the laundry.

Leave it to his boyfriend to use stage makeup taken from the film set to turn himself into a classic zombie.

Dino hovered just behind them, staring out down the path after them. “You think they’ll be okay?” he asked.

Tsuna shut the front door as Squalo laughed, having already made himself comfortable on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. “Go trick-or-treating with them if you’re that worried,” he called.

Yamamoto put a jumbo chocolate bar in Dino’s hands before leading him over to take a seat beside Squalo. “They’ll be fine!” His flippant tone was somehow reassuring and Dino allowed Yamamoto to take his coat. “They’ve got enough candy in their pillowcases to use them like clubs now!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing,” Tsuna said, making a face.

An orange tabby cat immediately jumped onto Dino’s lap.

“Even the cat loves you,” Squalo remarked as Natsu settled in and curled up on him, purring up a storm. “Just like the dogs today,” he finished, inclining his head towards Yamamoto who only smiled up at Tsuna, perched on the armrest.

Remembering the hours it had taken to get the prosthetics on only for it to have been wasted and then taken off, Squalo frowned at Yamamoto’s feigned innocence and Tsuna’s flustered guilt.

“Dino and I wanted to visit everyone,” Tsuna began.

“We wanted to get a sneak peek,” Dino said. “Especially since Reborn was making a movie based on Tsuna’s dream!”

“And you got distracted!” Squalo reprimanded, not letting Yamamoto off the hook even though he just laughed it off.

“Tsuna told me I forgot to buy the Halloween candy!” Yamamoto recounted. “But he forgot to prepare dinner for us, so we’re even!”

The doorbell rang again and Tsuna turned away from Dino and Squalo lounging on the couch to answer it, but Yamamoto beat him to it, jogging over with firm hand on Tsuna’s shoulder to tell him to stay put and enjoy his chat, and a quick kiss pressed to his cheek in passing to casually remind him he was adored.

“You said there would be dinner!” Squalo shouted after him.

“Yes, yes,” he called back as he scooped up the bowl of candy and answered the door.

On the other side of the doorframe, Lambo jumped in surprise as a zombie opened the door.

“Delivery!” I-Pin said brightly.

“Oh! I-Pin! Lambo!” he greeted. “That was fast!”

I-Pin rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to be nice, Yamamoto-san. Lambo took his time today. I would’ve driven like you taught me.”

Yamamoto laughed as she handed over his order of ramen. He held the bowl of candy out to I-Pin and she selected a few lollipops for Lambo.

“Yeah, but Lambo,” Yamamoto asked. “I thought you had a Halloween party to go to tonight?” He hesitated when Lambo flapped his hands and began waving his arms, giving him a panicked look.

I-Pin looked between the two of them confusedly.

“Ahh!” Yamamoto smiled knowingly. “I know! You’re helping her out on the scariest night of the year instead of going to the party!”

“VOI!”

Lambo and I-Pin jumped at the voice of the man that had pursued them doggedly earlier in the night. Squalo stalked over to the door to confirm that they were also the one and the same.

“It’s you on that shitty vespa!” Squalo growled.

“Um, trick or treat?” Lambo squeaked, backing away.

I-Pin was one step ahead of him, running back to the motor scooter. “Lambo, let’s go!”

He stumbled away from the door, jumping onto the back of the scooter and grabbing onto the seat for dear life as she took off without warning.

“I-Pin, slow down!” Lambo screamed.

“We gotta’ get to your party!” she called back.

He held his helmet to his head as the chinstrap flapped in the wind, staring at her back. “Don’t we have more deliveries to do?”

“I’ve only got one more for the night,” she replied, “and it’s me getting you to your Halloween party!”

“Oh no you don’t!”

Lambo shrieked as he saw that Squalo and his fury were gaining ground on them. He spun around in the seat, throwing his arms around her waist. “I-Pin, speed up!”

“That, I can do! Hold on tight!” she called back as they raced off into the night, or at least as quickly as the scooter would allow. Lambo held her tightly and hoped that they would arrive unscathed; but also that maybe when they did, she would accept his invitation to join him.

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The sky was a bright grey, with golden rays filtering through. The full moon had cast long shadows in the night and it would soon pass the torch to the sun’s radiance. Daybreak was eminent over the graveyard, and the night was almost over, but not just yet.

Haru stretched and yawned, uncurling from the position she had held over her sewing machine through the night. She laid out Chrome’s repaired garments and the new robe that she had worked ceaselessly on for Bianchi. After the work was done, she was left with about a yard of material – too small to do anything with besides being used as scrap. She shook it out to remove loose threads and then folded it neatly at her side.

Gokudera had put his head down to rest hours earlier. Haru had noticed when he did not get back up. His back was rising and falling evenly with each breath, his goggles discarded beside his sleeping face. Crates of neatly stacked sticks of dynamite sat around him, carefully prepared and ready to be set off at a moment’s notice.

She stood to clear the empty takeout boxes overturned on the table between them, the disposable chopsticks unbalancing the empty Styrofoam containers. She hoped he liked the ramen she had ordered more than the instant noodles he would have made for them with the electric kettle he had kicked into the corner a few days back; she knew he would not have easily allowed himself the luxury of ordering food if he could find a quicker alternative on his own.

But then again, he was unused to someone else caring for his needs.

Smiling, Haru fluffed out the scrap of fabric again; it wasn’t large enough to be useful in any other way, but it would serve well enough to keep him warm. She settled the small white sheet over his shoulders and reached down to touch his cheek, but paused with her fingers hovering just over his face. Reconsidering, she picked up his can of coffee, swished it around, and finished it. He would wake soon and grumble about the makeshift blanket, but not just yet.

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[AO3] [Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

#KHRween2020 #5986 #1896 #10088 #DS #8027 #Lampin #this is mega long and multiship haha why #Happy Halloween :)#feuillemort #prince supersharky #stillyourprussianblue #khr #khr enma #khr skull #these cutie patootie foster brothers make an appearance too #under the moon long shadows are cast

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Day 24: Wedding

Fandom: Until Dawn Character(s): Ashley Brown, Chris Hartley Words: 3349 Rating: Teen (kissing got *slightly* more heated then I intended. whoops. also language.) Author’s Notes: If you thought that day 21′s story was fluffy oh boy do you have another thing coming. It’s not nearly as sappy (i dont think ill ever be able to write anything like that ever again), but it’s certainly up there!

It’s not that Ashley wasn’t having a good time, because she was! Surprising even her honestly. But it was all becoming a bit much. There was too many people pressed together, some dancing, some still sitting at their tables. The music was too loud and and leaving her head feeling muffled and heavy, and the people sitting at the table around her talking and laughing weren’t helping that matter either. It was even this weird combination of too dark and too bright for her eyes to handle, the open outside area under the canopy was pitch dark with night outside, but the bright spots of the lantern lights strung around the canopy had been making her eyes sting for a while.

Not to mention, it was just so hot in here. A combination of all the people pressed together in one area and the fact that it was a mid-August night, was making Ash feel like her skin was about to crawl away from her and just go die somewhere else. Preferably the pond located only a few minutes walk from the wedding site. Now, to be fair, a good part of her was aware that while this was all a lot for her to handle, the two or three glasses of wine she had had earlier certainly weren’t helping matters any.

She just needed to leave. Not the entire area exactly, but get far enough away that she could sit down on one of the nearby benches and just take in some peace and quiet. Feel the air of the humid August night on her skin. Maybe actually take a swim in the aforementioned pond and cool off. Okay, no, she wasn’t actually going to do that. As tempting at the idea sounded (and boy oh boy was it tempting), she wasn’t nearly that drunk. So she stood up on shaky legs, excused herself from the table where she had been sitting with Chris and his parents (and a couple of cousins she had regrettably forgotten the names of already) and walked off.

She passed Chris’s cousin, Madeline, and her new wife on the way out, giving them both her congratulations once again, and assured them that she wasn’t going far, just to clear her head a little. The new wife, Rosalie, had nodded in understanding and pointed her towards a little area that she had always found perfect for getting away from the hecticness of life. Ash had thanked her profusely and headed off in the direction indicated, but not before Madeline had thanked her for coming (again) and mentioning how nice it was to finally meet her (again).

Ash returned the sentiments, and hurriedly left the too hot canopy in the direction Rosalie had indicated, finding the bench easily enough after only a couple of minutes. She could see why Rosalie had recommended it to her. It was close enough to the wedding party that it was still in sight, but far enough away that the sounds were more of a background noise that meshed well-enough with the more natural sounds of the park. It was even close enough to the pond that the light breeze carried some of it’s more cooling properties to her.

She wasn’t sure if that just made her want to jump into the pond more or less now.

But all in all, surrounded by towering trees and blooming flowers, it was nice. It was private. And best of all, it was quiet. So Ash let out a sigh of relief and leaned back a bit to take a look at the night sky above her.

“There you are, Ash!”

She looked back towards the area where the canopy was and smiled at the sight of Chris making his way towards her. Sure, she had wanted some time on her own, but she could never refuse time with Chris. So she waved her hand up in greeting and when he got closer, patted the seat next to her in invitation. He sat down without any hesitation.

“You feeling okay? You were starting to look a little out of it there for a bit.”

Ash wasn’t surprised that Chris had caught that, but it didn’t make the butterflies in her stomach flutter any less. “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just starting to be a little too much at once, you know. Feeling much better now.”

The short bark of laughter that he let out was more akin to an exhale of breath. “Yeah, I feel ya. Sorry for making you come to this by the way. I know that these really aren’t your thing, not that they’re really mine either though.”

Ash rolled her eyes and bumped his shoulder with hers. ‘You didn’t make me come, you dip. You asked, and I said yes. I could have refused at any point and you wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“True. Shame that Josh wasn’t able to make it either though.”

“He has that whole Cape Cod thing with his sisters every August. Nothing to be done about it.” She shrugged, and then couldn’t help the snort that came out. “We’d really have a party going on then, though.”

Chris nodded enthusiastically at her. “Oh man. Can you imagine? I mean it’s already pretty busy in there,” he stuck his thumb back towards the wedding party under the canopy, “but that would be tame compared to whatever Josh would turn it into.”

“Conga line for miles.”

“At least!”

The two of them broke out into unrestrained giggles, not helped at all by the wine that both had been drinking that night. Until finally Chris looked up at her and gave a bashful smile, and Ash was once again reminded how much the color of his dress shirt brought out his eyes. Not that she would ever tell him of course. Josh would have, would have teased her mercilessly about it in fact, but she wasn’t Josh. She wasn’t nearly that brave.

“I really, really do appreciate you coming with me to this, Ash.”

The smile she gave back was just as shy, and she bumped their shoulders together again. The conversation trailed off after that, but she didn’t mind too much. She thinks he doesn’t either. She likes sitting next to Chris like this, when things have gotten quiet and soft and it’s just them.

After a few moments, she looks down towards her hands and notices how close his right hand is to her left. All she would have to do is reach out a little and she could wrap her pinky with his. She spends about five seconds debating on doing it, only to feel her face flush at the realization. Jesus Christ, maybe she’s more drunk then she thought.

“Can’t believe your cousin booked an entire botanical garden for the wedding.”

“Huh? What?” Chris gives her a look of confusion, a little jarred from the sudden topic of conversation, but understands quickly enough. “Oh! Yeah, I think it was because of Rosalie actually. She loves flowers and plants and shit, studied it in college or something.”

“Horticulture.”

“Gesundheit.”

Ash rolls her eyes, but can’t help the fond smile. “It’s the study of plants, dork.”

“Hey, it’s not like I was able to shove a dictionary into my pocket or anything. I don’t even have pockets, Ash. Can you believe that? Had to leave my phone in my coat!”

She tries to disguise the laugh as long-sufferiing sigh, she really does! But she can tell she failed by the way his face lights up just a bit. “Oh no. No pockets. I wonder what that’s like,” she gestures dryly to the dress she’s wearing.

Chris laughs as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Alright, alright. I get it. I’ll stop.” He gives her a curious look though. “Why’d you ask about the gardens though?”

Ash moves her hands so they’re clasped in her lap and looks down at the hole the toe of her shoe is digging into the dirt. “I don’t know,” she says finally. “I guess it just surprised me is all. Not exactly the location I’d choose myself.”

“Oh ho! So you’ve thought about what your wedding would be like Miss Brown?”

She looks up from her new project and into the look of exaggerated interest on Chris’s face. One hand is firmly clasping onto his glasses as he lays into her with an intense look. She gives a casual shrug and smile. “Once or twice.”

“Well you can’t just say that and expect me not to dig, Ash!” He moves placing his head into the palm of his hands as he balances his elbows on his knees, staring at her with wide-eyed interest. She can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. “So spill! Tell me everything.”

“Oh man. Um, I guess I’ve always kind of imagined a backyard wedding?” She pauses to think it over for a moment before giving a quick jerk of her head. “No, it’s definitely going to be in a backyard. And with only close friends and family.”

Chris nods in understanding. “Small and private. Sounds like you.” He starts to swallow nervously and looks away for a second, and for the life of her she can’t understand why. “Got anyone you imagine it’s with?”

Ashley doesn’t respond, instead biting her lip and returning to look at the hole that has now expanded to twice it’s size.

“Wait, are you serious?”

She’d like to think the shrug she gives is casual, but she knows it’s anything but.

“Holy shit. Oh, holy shit. You have a crush on someone?”

“I mean, it’s not that big of a deal—”

“Are you kidding me right now, Ash? Not a big deal? This is a huge deal! You have a crush on someone and you’ve never told me or Josh?!”

Ash just bites her lip harder, still refusing to look at Chris, knowing her face is probably as red as the wine they’d been drinking earlier. “Josh knows,” she mumbles out.

“Wait, so you told Josh, but you never told me?”

“I didn’t tell Josh, he just, sorta, well, guessed. Correctly.”

“Oh. I mean, I guess that tracks. He kinda sorta guessed mine too.”

“Wait.” She raises her head to look at Chris, only to see that he’s not actually looking at her, but off to the side where the pond is, scratching awkwardly at his jaw. “You have a crush on someone too? How have I not known about this?”

“Um, because I never told you?”

“Nuh uh. Not going to work. You’re completely terrible when it comes to keeping secrets. So spill. Who’s the person?” She doesn’t want to know. Her heart is already shattering as she speaks, but she needs to know. Know who this person is that managed to get Chris’s attention when she couldn’t after all these years.

“I’m not gonna tell you, Ash! Are you going to tell me yours?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Exactly!” She watches Chris stand up, limbs jerky as he clumsily makes his way to his feet. “So let’s just to back to the party and we’ll both forget that this conversation ever happened and—”

The words are out of her mouth before she knows it. “Let’s play a game.” And she wishes she could take them back almost immediately. Oh, she really was way more drunk then she thought. He was giving both of them an out, a chance to walk away and pretend that this conversation wasn’t happening and that they weren’t about to ruin their friendship. “Let’s play a game.”

Chris groans tiredly as he drags his hand over his face. “Ash, I’m not really in the mood for games right now. So let’s just go back—”

“Five questions.” She swallows nervously. Oh shit, she was going to ruin everything if she didn’t stop talking now! “We both ask each other five questions about who our crush is. Yes or no questions only."

“Just five questions? That’s it?” She nods and he sighs in what could be defeat, but he sits back down heavily next to her on the bench. “Fine. But just five questions, alright? Do you want to go first, or should I?”

Ash swallows and draws in a shaky breath for courage. “I’ll go. It was my idea in the first place.” She could do this. She could figure out who Chris liked. And then, when she was home and safe under her covers, she could cry her heart out later. “Do I know them?”

“Yeah.” The nod he gives is jerky. “Yeah, you know her pretty well actually.”

“Oh! So it’s a girl!”

The laugh Chris makes is a tight thing, but it’s a laugh nonetheless. “No fair! That doesn’t count.”

Ash’s smile is forced, but not as forced as it could have been. “Not my fault, you’re offering more information then you need to.” Okay, so that narrows it down to either Sam, Emily, Jessica, or Josh’s sisters. Except now she’s really confused to how in the world she missed this.

“Still not fair. Okay, um, do I know them?”

Ash shakes her head but she’s laughing. “Doesn’t count! You can’t ask me the same question I just asked you!”

“Wait, that wasn’t in the rules before! You are rigging this game to be in your favor, Ash!” The laugh that Chris makes is much more natural and it set’s her a little more at ease. She’ll be fine. She can do this! “Fine then,” she watches him hem and haw for a moment to find a question. “Do they make you laugh?”

“Yes.”

The sigh Chris gives then, is one in relief. “Good. You have a cute laugh, you deserve someone who brings it out of you.”

“Oh.” Never mind, she was wrong. She can’t do this. She absolutely cannot do this. “Um, okay. Have you known them long?”

“Yeah.” Narrowing it down even further to Beth, Hannah, or Sam. “Is this a recent development?”

“No, it's not. Have you ever asked them out?”

She’s a little surprised by how puzzled Chris looks at the question. “I mean, I haven’t asked them on a date or anything, I guess?” Hmm. She’ll narrow the question down a little bit more next time. “Do they like cookies?”

She can’t help the giggle that escapes. “What? I mean, yeah, of course they do. What kind of question is this?”

“I’m running out of idea’s Ash! You’re the brain person here, not me! I’m just the funny guy with the jokes!”

“And sometimes you can’t even pull that off.”

“Oh, ouch. Low blow.”

Ash is too busy still laughing, happy that things have finally gotten back to normal between them, that at first she doesn’t notice his reaction to her fourth question. “Did you ask her to be your plus one to the wedding?” And then she does, she’s noticed he’s stiffened right up in his seat and now refusing to look her in the eyes.

“Yeah, I did.”

Oh. Well now Ash hates whoever Chris asked. Why wouldn’t they want to come with him? He’s the funniest, nicest guy she knows and it doesn’t matter that Hannah and Beth are off vacationing in Cape Cod or that Sam has that work placement thing at that national park or—

Wait. She turns to stare at Chris in shock. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. But, it makes sense. Both she and Chris have known about the Washington’s Cape Cod trips in August for years now. And Sam had been so excited, she had been talking about her national park thing for months. So, that just left...

Her.

“Chris,” she manages to squeak out. “You still have two more questions.”

“No, I-I think I’m done playing now.” He starts to try and stand up again, but Ash has already reached for and grabbed onto his shirt sleeve to keep him there.

“It’s just two more questions, and you can repeat all the questions I’ve already asked if you want. I don’t care. Just please, please don’t go yet.” She knows that she’s being desperate right now, but she doesn’t care. She has one more question, and if she’s wrong she’s never going to be able to recover. But she doesn’t care, she needs to know!

“Ash, I really don’t think—”

“Please!”

“Do I know them?”

“Yes! God yes! You know him, Chris! You see him everyday!” His eyes have widened behind his glasses, but Ash is already asking her question. “Did you ask anyone other than me to be your date this thing?”

If his eyes were wide before, they’re practically saucers now. “What? I don’t—”

“Answer the fucking question, Christopher!”

“No! I didn’t— I didn’t ask anyone else!”

Ash settles back down onto the bench, breathing far too heavily than is appropriate. There’s no way that this is actually happening to her right now. No way in hell. She’s going to wake up any moment in her bed and realize that this was all a dream. “You have one more question.” If she has any thoughts towards how absolutely breathless she sounds right now, she couldn’t care less.

“Ash, listen, I—”

Slowly, she shakes her head and watches his adam apple bob as he swallows. “Would-would you tell me who it is if I asked?”

She nods jerkily. “O-oh. Well then,” he licks his lips nervously, “who—”

She doesn’t give him any time to finish his question. Ash has already moved her hands so they’re gripping the front of his shirt and dragging him down so she can place a fierce, hard kiss on his lips. It’s over almost as quickly as it started though, and she pulls back to stare at a dazed Chris, looking for all the world like he had just been clubbed over the head.

“You,” she manages to gasp out. “It’s you, you idiot. It’s always been you.”

Anything she could have said is lost, as that’s when Chris’s brain finally kicked in again and he responded by twisting his hand into her hair and pulling her into another kiss just a searing as the first. Ash doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck to hold him closer as his free hand finds the center of her back and is now pushing her chest into his. She knows that he’s probably—definitely—making a mess of her hair, but when she starts whining into his mouth when the kiss deepens, she finds that she doesn’t give two flying fucks anymore.

The second kiss goes on for much, much longer then the first one. And the third longer than that, and on the forth she finds that they’ve shifted at some point so she’s 100% straddling his lap in her dress right now as they make out on the bench. By the fifth she doesn’t really care about that either.

Eventually the two of them do manage to separate, and are pressing their foreheads together staring at the other in wide-eyed amazement. Ash giggles at the sight. The lipstick she had worn was now a mess all over Chris’s mouth, and she could already feel that her hair was an unsalvageable rat’s nest of hairspray and bobby pins. There is going to be no explaining this away. It’s pretty dang obvious what they had both been doing. She leaves a small kiss on the tip of his nose anyway, just because she can.

“You think that maybe your parent’s have started to worry about us? Think we should head back soon?”

Chris let’s out a low breathy laugh, his smile bright enough that if she wasn’t already flushed from their previous activities, she certainly would be now. “Honestly, Ash? I don’t give a shit about what everyone over there is doing right now.”

He leans in and gives her a much softer and more tender kiss then anything they had shared earlier. And as she sighs happily into it, she finds herself agreeing wholeheartedly. No matter what’s going on over there, she would much rather stay here with Chris.

#pride month prompt challenge #my writing #until dawn #chris hartley #ashley brown #chrashley #holy shit this came out way longer then i intended #and hotter #whoops

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Under Your Spell (Chapter 19) - Myself A Storm

Summary: A Jared Padalecki /OFC/ Oscar Isaac fiction.

Stef & Claire head to a convention, with a few surprises :)

Married Jared! Single Oscar! Single Richard!

Chapter warnings: Cursing, fluffy smut, a bit of ranting.

Chapter WC: 3,800

With shadows tall and grim, and histories inked in sin.

‘It’s a convention, we just walk around and look at stuff.’

Claire was near to stomping her foot with discontent. She didn’t want to come to the convention, she didn’t want to get on the plane and she absolutely didn’t want to walk around and look at stuff.

She was lovesick. Richard wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning.

It wasn’t unlike Claire to be cranky when she didn’t get her own way, but this was almost insufferable.

‘Well I’m going to go get a drink at the bar if you want to join me, you are welcome to. But don’t bring bitch-Claire with you.’

Stef threw her bag over her shoulder and put her hand on the door handle, from the corner of her eye, she could see Claire pausing while putting on her mascara. She pouted at her reflection.

‘I’m sorry, Stef.’

The apology took her by surprise, ‘I know you miss him, but he will be here in 10 hours so let’s just try enjoy the time before I don’t see you because you’ll be too busy being romanced.’ Stef waited for her friend to respond.

Claire sighed heavily, chucking the rest of her make up back into its case. ‘Ok, fuck it. I’m being a dickhead, let’s get a drink. I hate men!’

Stef laughed, ‘you hate men?’

‘Only the men that make me feel like this!’

‘You’re angry at Richard coz he’s not here yet?’ Stef bit her lip, watching her friend struggling to slip her arms into her jacket.

‘Bitch, hang on I’ll help you, chill.’

Claire huffed. ‘Yes I’m angry with him for not being here all the time. He should be at my beck and call, you know.’ The sarcasm was there, but there was sincerity behind it too.

‘I’m in love with him, Stef.’

Stef fumbled with the jacket collar, Claire turning to look at her, to see her reaction.

‘I know you do.’

‘It’s very new to me. I’m not really sure what to do with myself when he’s not around.’ Claire was adorable in these moments, dewy and doe eyed.

‘Enjoy it, coz that feeling fades.’

‘Fades to what?’ Her eager eyes meeting Stef’s.

‘A different kind of love. The type where you would do anything for them, your tummy doesn’t squirm around like it used to, but your skin hums when they’re around.’

‘That’s beautiful. I’m at the squirmy stage, but the next part sounds good too,’ Claire whispered.

‘Morning snuggles that you love turns into ‘you’re breathing on me, turn over.’’

Stef crinkled her nose, remembering the last time she lay awake while Jared slept next to her. That man could snore!

‘Yeah, for me it was always get out before they wake up, but I stick around for Richard to wake up so I can bring him coffee.’

‘Oh, you do love him.’ Stef simpered, throwing her arm around Claires shoulders, guiding her to the door. ‘So let’s go to the bar and talk about him some more, maybe even video call him so we can see his handsome face, huh?’

Claire squealed, pulling out her phone, unlocking it to show Stef her wallpaper, a cute photo of Richard leaning in to kiss Claire’s cheek, a similar face to what she was wearing now. Pure happiness.

Stef gave her friend a quick peck on the forehead. ‘So happy for you, honey.’

***

The bar was busy enough for how early it was. The girls picked at some nachos and dip while sipping beer from ridiculously tall glasses.

‘So, when you’re with Jared, do you get all the lovely squirmy love feelings too?’ Claire had reapplied her lipstick twice already having lost most of it to the entire rim of the beer glass.

‘Kinda.’

‘What do you mean ‘kinda’,’ Claire looked at her quizzically.

‘Well, I do but I know that he’s not mine. If you get me?’

‘And the fact that he’s someone else’s husband stops you from knowing your true feelings for him?’

‘Kinda.’

Claire rolled her eyes. ‘Talk to me girl, you’re so fucking evasive.’

‘Well, it’s like this. I agreed to be the other woman, k? So that means when he’s not working, he’s with his family, when he’s away from his family, I’m his…’

‘Girlfriend.’

‘No.’

‘His whore.’ Claire winked.

‘Fuck off, Claire.’

‘What? I meant it in a nice way.’

Stef huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘I know I’m not wrong, Stef. But you said it’s what you both wanted. So, he’s your whore too.’

Stef snorted a laugh. ‘Oh he is.’

Claire wriggled in her seat, a sure sign she was waiting for Stef to tell her everything.

‘No, bitch. You don’t get to know. Some things should stay private.’

‘Aw come on, I’d love to know what he’s like in the sack.’

Stef widened her eyes in warning, ‘I can’t just start talking about it, that’s not fair. I wouldn’t like it done to me!’

‘Fair enough!’ Claire scooped some guacamole onto her fork.

‘So, long term?’

Stef sighed, ‘I dunno.’

‘Not something you’ve talked about? I mean, it’s been about six months now.’

‘About that, since we met. We haven’t been seeing each other that long.’

‘You and Richard?’

‘Don’t change the subject!’ Claire poked a finger in Stef’s direction.

‘We both know it’s what you want to talk about,’ Stef waggled an eyebrow.

‘When will Jared be here?’

‘Sunday,’ Stef replied dismissively. ‘Do I have the hotel room to myself tonight?’

Claire let a contented sigh escape her mouth around the glass, ‘Most likely.’

‘Sweet, I’ll definitely be having phone sex with Jared, so don’t come back.’

Claire giggled, slopping beer down the front of her dress.

‘Oh fuck, I’m so nervous now thinking about Richard walking through the door. I feel like a schoolgirl.’

Stef snorted, remembering the line from Jared’s favourite movie, ‘I feel like a schoolboy again, a schoolboy who desperately wants to make sweet, sweet love to you.’ She snorted again thinking how that line worked out for Harry, poor guy.

Stef could sympathise, there were often times she was clumsy with words or even just her body. When they were teenagers, Oscar would (lovingly) call her a bonehead, though mostly ‘Steffy’, which evolved to Effie.

‘You’re mind has wandered, where did you go?’

‘Oscar.’ Stef blurted.

‘Oscar? Can you see him from here?’ Claire raised her hand and began waving excitedly.

‘Who are you waving at?’ Stef craned her neck looking about the room.

‘Oscar!’ Claire shouted.

‘Oh my fucking god.’

Oscar was standing in the doorway, dressed in black, looking suave as fuck. He smiled, waving back at Claire, his smile widening when he saw Stef gaping at him.

‘Did you know he was coming?’

‘No! Did you?’

‘Why would I know?’ Claire shimmied out of her seat to hug Oscar.

‘Hey Claire, so good to see you, it’s been an age.’

‘I know! You look good.’

Stef stood up, pulling Oscar into a hug without looking at him. Too tight of a hug maybe, she heard him grumbling.

‘You ok?’ He asked, putting a hand on her lower back.

‘Surprised to see you here, is all.’

‘Well, I had time off and someone invited me so I figured I’d come and see what was up.’

Sliding into the booth next to Stef, he ordered three more of the ridiculous sized beers.

‘You staying for the whole weekend, then?’ Stef bit her lip while Oscar nodded.

Shit, she thought. There’s no way in hell Oscar and Jared won’t run into each other.

‘Is that not ok with you Ms. James?’ Oscar queried, hearing her sigh.

‘Sorry, I read that if you don’t sigh, you die. That’s why all the people in the early version of the iron lungs died…’

Shut the fuck up, Stef, she thought, taking a huge gulp from her beer.

Oscar frowned at her before turning to Claire. ‘So how’s your dude?’

‘Oh my god, did Stef tell you about it?’

‘Uh, no…you did…that night you both got hella drunk and called me.’

‘Wow, yes, that was a fun night… I think.’

While they were both laughing, Stef was thinking about how she could keep the two men away from each other. Or why she would want to in the first place. Was she ashamed of what she was doing? Of course she was.

He had warned her it would get messy, she had disagreed. There were parts of her life she liked to keep away from each other, exes and new partners were definitely one of them.

Stef was so caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t realise Claire had left the table.

Oscar nudged her. ‘So what’s up, you can tell me if you’re not happy to see me.’

His half smile belied how he really felt. It wasn’t the happiest greeting he’d ever had.

‘I am happy to see you.’ She responded brightly.

‘But…’

‘But nothing, don’t be silly,’ leaning into him to brush her shoulder against his.

‘Ah ha, I know what’s going on.’

Stef raised her eyebrow, ‘you do?’

‘Mmhmm.’

Oscar didn’t say anything, putting both of his elbows on the table, he gulped down the last of his beer.

Stef waited for an explanation that never came. Once his beer was gone, Oscar stood up from the table and made to leave.

‘Don’t go!’ Stef reached for his hand, grabbing it just in time.

‘I just want to go for a piss.’

‘Oh,’ Stef felt a little deflated. And foolish.

‘I’ll leave you and loverboy alone this weekend, I promise.’ Oscar said softly, brushing his fingers through his dark curls.

‘I thought you were leaving coz I was being an asshole.’

‘Why are you worried we might be in the same place at the same time, there will be a couple thousand people here, the chances of us meeting are slim. And if I stay away from you, we will probably not even be in the same side of the hotel.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m just…can you sit down so I can explain, or should I stand up?’

Oscar huffed and sat down, her hand still wrapped around his.

‘You’re not an asshole…’

‘Well, I feel like one. I don’t want you guys to meet because I want to keep some things private.’

‘This is quite a public place to keep things private, Effie.’

‘I mean from you! There are some things I want to keep from you to keep myself sane.’

‘I don’t deserve all parts of your life.’

Stef agreed, just not out loud. It was true, he wasn’t her partner, he didn’t get to live every moment of her life with her.

‘I’ll be around, Stef.’

Sighing, Stef put her hand against her forehead, cursing herself. Why was she such a dick? It definitely wasn’t him, not this time.

Sitting alone for a few minutes before Claire came back, Stef held back the tears. She should go after him and apologise, but he was gone. The bar itself was now half empty, the convention was kicking off.

‘You ok, girl? Where’s Oscar?’

‘We had a disagreement.’ Stef said, sadly.

‘Oh no. About what?’

‘I told him I wanted him to leave me alone this weekend without actually using those exact words.’

‘Stef!’ Claire scolded.

‘I know, I should get over it and hang with him.’

‘Well, check who he is here with first, you don’t wanna be third wheel.’

‘Do you think he’s here with a woman?’

‘Probably, come on, he’s Oscar Isaac, he has women throwing themselves at him all the time. All. The. Time.’

‘Yeah I got it. Thanks.’ Stef rolled her eyes.

‘Can I give you some advice?’ Claire was typing something into her phone.

‘Sure.’

‘Stop giving a crap.’

‘Just like that?’

‘Yes. Just like that.’ Claire clicked her fingers. ‘You’re worrying about two men meeting. Two men that are crazy about you and fall over themselves to please you all the damn time. What’s the worst that could happen? They might take their shirts off and fight. But, seriously, you’re an adult, you’re not going to get into ‘trouble’ with anyone. If someone has a problem, tell them to fuck off.’

‘You’re right.’

‘I know I am. Now if you’re not going after Oscar to fall at his feet and plead with him to forget you’re a crazy, paranoid person, then help me face-time Dick.’

‘You don’t need my help with that.’

‘Then go find Oscar.’ Claire dismissed her friend with a wave.

The beer had gone to her head pretty quick. Or her legs, whichever. She was a little unsteady but she was wearing a pair of heels, terrible footwear for walking Stef always said.

Oscar was not in the bar, he wasn’t in the foyer and she wouldn’t have a chance of finding him in the huge rooms now stuffed with people.

After trying his phone and not getting an answer, she got caught on her way through the doors. A woman was waving and grinning. ‘Oh my god, I’m such a big fan. I can’t believe you’re here.’

‘Hey, thanks.’ Was all she could say. It was rare to be recognised, but in a place this busy there was a bigger chance of it happening.

‘Yeah, I came with a friend. It’s my first convention.’

‘Wow, are you here to support Jared?’ The fan asked, kindly.

‘Yes and no. I’ll hang with him when he gets here but I have always wanted to see what goes on at these places, huge chance of me going home with a case full of memorabilia I don’t need!’

‘You’re so cute, can I get a picture with you?’ The girl pulled out her phone.

‘Only if I can get a picture with you!’

Several clicks later, Stef asked that she be tagged in absolutely everything she takes pictures of this weekend. The fan was a sweet girl after all. You always need more sweet in your life, right?

The cool air rushed at her as she stepped out into the street, the sun was hanging low and bright in the sky. Hearing a whistle, she turned and found Oscar at the corner of the building across the street. He waved her over.

‘I thought you were giving up.’ Stef nodded to the cigarette hanging from his lips.

‘I thought you were giving up on me.’

‘Nah, I came to apologise.’

‘Oh really?’ Oscar laughed. He was always quick to let go of his bad moods.

‘Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m a jerk.’

‘Don’t apologise.’

‘I just did. So can you live with me being an asshat?’

Oscar shrugged, his gaze hanging on her like the smoke that clings to your clothes well after the cigarette is gone.

‘I’m not worried about anyone meeting you. It’ll just be less embarrassing for me if you guys don’t meet. And it was nice seeing you showing up like that.’ Stef crossed her arms across her chest, looking at the ground rather than at him.

He still didn’t say anything, he was just looking at her and she hated it. He was dissecting her. When she finally met his eyes, she wondered if he was undressing her in his mind. She could never really tell with him.

‘OK.’ He replied, simply, finishing his cigarette. ‘We’re both asshats. Can we enjoy the weekend together and not together?’

‘Yes.’ Stef walked towards him as he opened his arms to her.

‘Are you here with somebody?’

‘I’m here with a few people.’

‘That’s not what I was asking.’ She felt Oscar chuckle.

‘I’m here with someone and I’m here with a group of people too. So get out of here unless you meet and the world implodes.’

Stef shivered, rubbing her arms. She had left her jacket with Claire. ‘Oh god, I’ve left Claire in the bar.’

‘Oh no, that girl can’t handle herself, you should go to her rescue.’ Oscar said sarcastically, crossing the street back to the hotel.

‘Well, I didn’t think I’d be gone this long, I got stopped while I was looking for you.’

‘I haven’t been stopped yet.’

‘You’re super famous, so they’re probably afraid to approach you.’

‘It’s still early…’ his sentence was interrupted by someone shouting, no, screaming his name. Several women lunged at him, pushing cameras into his face.

Stef offered to take some pictures for them, even being surprised when one of them asked her for a photo too.

She took a mental note to thank Jared for making her recognisable in the street. It hadn’t been her music, it had definitely been him.

Oscar walked her back to the bar, walking as quickly as they could through the throngs of people gathering everywhere.

Claire was in an embrace when they found their table. Stef cleared her throat, surprised to see Richard’s head duck out from behind Claire.

‘Hey!’

‘Wow, two surprises in one day!’ Stef grinned at Claire.

‘Right? I called him and he pretended to be getting ready but he was already here!’

Richard was eyeing Oscar.

‘Oscar, Richard. Richard, Oscar.’ It wasn’t really necessary to introduce them but it was polite.

‘Well, tickle me pink. I had no idea you were coming here together.’

‘We didn’t,’ Oscar and Stef spoke together.

‘Just met randomly, actually.’ Oscar offered.

Claire was wiping lipstick from Richard’s face.

‘Are you joining us?’ Richard held his hand up for the server.

‘Why not.’ Oscar slid across the seat across from Richard, patting the empty space for Stef to sit next to him.

‘Great! Beers for all then.’

‘Yay!’ The giddiness from the couple opposite them was palpable.

While they whispered and giggled with each other, Oscar leaned in, ‘we were like that as teenagers.’

Stef grinned. ‘We were. It’s cute isn’t it.’

Oscar sighed, ‘man I miss those days.’

‘Of carefree making out!’ He laughed, seeing Stef make a face.

‘And feeling you up behind the gym hall.’ A shiver ran up her spine as he leaned in close to whisper.

‘Oscar!’ She whispered back, scolding him. Squeezing her hand on his knee, making him jump and try to pull her hand way.

‘Calm down there, you two.’ Richard winked at Stef when he saw her blushing.

This weekend is gonna be interesting, she thought.

***

Much like the previous hotel meeting, Jared was upon her before she had time to close the door.

His mouth was on her neck, biting playfully. ‘Having a good time so far? I brought you a gift.’

‘Why?’

Jared presented a rose by putting it between his teeth and lifting her and physically throwing her onto the bed.

‘Jared!’

Stef was giggling so much she couldn’t form a sentence. Jared was busy stripping to music in his head.

There would be no calming him. He would come down in his own time.

Once the excitement of seeing each other wore off, their clothes would be on the floor.

Jared lay next to her, running his hand along her hip, resting his long fingers against the cooling skin of her stomach. ‘It hasn’t even been that long since I’ve seen you but it feels too damn long.’ He complained.

‘I always say you’re insatiable.’ Stef propped herself up on her elbow, sweeping her fingers across the hair that fell into his face. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her eyelids.

‘Thanks for coming, by the way.’

‘You made me come.’

Jared shuddered with laugher, ‘I meant to the convention. Get your mind out of the gutter, Stef!’

‘NEVER!’

Stef launched herself onto him, pinning his arms down, straddling him. Her strength was no match for his, he could pull out of her meagre grip easily. But was enjoying this. Stef was wiggling her hips, grinding her core against his balls. His cock twitching against his stomach.

‘You gonna ride me, pretty girl?’

‘Maybe.’ She teased, leaning over him. Her nipples grazing lightly against the hair on his chest, he groaned as she kissed him. ‘Please, never stop kissing me like you do.’ Jared lifted his hips to grind into her as she moved, rubbing her slick along his cock.

Sliding her hand down the soft underside of his arm to his chest agonisingly slow, she sucked on his lower lip, pulling away for just a moment to see his face. His lips puckered, eyes closed. He looked beautiful, innocent even.

Her hand reached between them, pushing at his cock with her fingers so she could angle him at her entrance. His mouth fell open slowly as she slid down onto him.

Capturing her hands with his he pulled her flush against his chest, entwining their fingers over his head while she ground onto him.

Jared put his feet flat on the mattress to get some leverage so he could thrust into her, slow and steady, allowing the pleasure to build.

They were kissing softly, with tongues, sucking noisily at each other when he came with soft groan, halting his hips while he was still buried deep inside her.

‘I need your hands,’ she whispered against his jaw.

She was on her back, his fingers moving against her, inside her, his cum dripping from her swollen lips, he used it, pushing four of his fingers up against the front of her walls. She came hard, arching off the mattress, grabbing his hair.

Both panting, sticky with sweat, they lay in silence. Jared’s phone rang.

He ignored it until the second call came in. ‘What the hell?’ he grumbled, getting off the bed, Using his ‘clean’ hand to pick up his phone. His eyes widened when he saw his messages. A few had pinged while they were fucking.

‘What is it?’

Standing by the bed, gloriously naked, he cursed.

‘My family are here.’

‘At the hotel?’ Stef was pulling on her bathrobe.

‘They’re at my door right now. Gen says she’s been knocking, she wants to know where I am.’

Jared ran to the bathroom, a string of curses following him. Stef heard him running the water for a minute before grabbing his clothes and dressing quicker than she’d ever seen.

‘I’m so sorry, Stef. I didn’t know they were coming.’

’S’okay.’

Jared huffed angrily and took a steady breath. ‘I have to go see them.’

Stef threw his beanie to him as he was grabbing for the door handle.

‘Thanks.’

As he opened the door, he turned on his heel and moved towards her, grabbing the back of her neck and kissed her quickly. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’

Stef nodded. He was out of sight before the door clicked closed behind him.

‘I hate surprises.’ Stef threw herself back onto the bed.

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starlene · 4 years

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Butterfly Bow – a Stardew Valley ficlet, Shane/female!Farmer

So Stardew Valley, am I right!

I couldn’t help starting a new save after the update and unlocked the "A New Friend" achievement with Shane a while ago. It made me wonder... You know how the Hat Mouse sells hats based on all the achievements? How about if, instead of that, the characters who you unlock the friendship achievements with would gift the hats to you?

Hence, this:

Sure, the guy was rude and, frankly, not a lot of fun to be around, but the Farmer still felt sorry for him. Before the farm and Pelican Town, she herself had been that person who always had to sit alone, and of course, she had worked for Joja, too. She knew how it could be like.

So she had started sharing her pizza with him.

Of course, her first offer of splitting her pizza with him had been met with a vehement refusal. So she had figured out a different strategy. She had started making a bit of a show of not finishing the last slice, complaining how she was at her capacity and simply could not take another bite, and it would be such a shame to bury it in the fridge at the farm and let the hot and delicious slice go all cold and gross and chewy, or worse yet, let food go to waste...

She was sure he saw right through it, but it worked as intended in any case, and as of late, he had been a little friendlier towards her. Once or twice, he had cracked a little joke when she took a seat next to him in the saloon. There had even been that shared beer on the dock.

And now Shane was standing at his usual spot at the counter, fiddling with something large and obnoxiously pink.

“Hi. Uh… Um. Look, what do you think of this?”

The Farmer took a look at the thing. It was a huge pink bow, fluffy with a velvety texture, something that wouldn’t look out of place on a cartoon character’s head or on an eight-year-old dressed up to the nines for the Feast of the Winter Star. The Farmer thought about the little girl she sometimes met at Marnie’s. How sweet! Jas would certainly be over the moon, receiving a thoughtful gift like this.

“It’s lovely! I’m sure J–”

“I got it for you.”

The Farmer let out a little mix of cough and a gasp. For her? A pink bow half the size of her head, for a grown adult working on her own farm? Was he being serious?

“I took it from the JojaMart back room today. They had ordered a whole box of stuff like this for the health and beauty aisle, and I was going through it and I just… I dunno, it reminded me of you somehow?”

The Farmer stayed silent. But was Shane turning a little red?

“Hey, don’t worry about it, they’re not going to find out I took it or anything. Everyone does that all the time anyway, just last week one of the cashiers got away with three crates of Joja Cola and like seven bottles of taco sauce for her gridball watch party…”

She was still struggling to find the right words. His face dropped.

“Or hey, if you don’t like it, I can just put it back or whatever. Didn’t think you would, anyway.”

“No, no, no, I was just… I’m just really touched, you know, that you would think of me like that? No one has ever given me anything like this before, so I’m, uh… Thank you.”

The Farmer reached for the bow in Shane’s hand and spun it around in her fingers. Maybe if she put her hair in plaits and clipped it on the other side of her head… And the colour nearly matched her sneakers, in the dim light of the saloon anyway.

“I mean it, really, I do. Thank you. I’ll be sure to wear it.”

Remembering how a smile had lit up Shane’s face was almost, almost worth of visiting the general store the following day and having Abigail burst into tears from laughter after taking a look at the Farmer’s new style.

#it's midnight fiction hours here on tunglr dot edu... I've had such a hard time writing anything recently so this was nice #a big recommendation for the Dialogue Expansion mod btw! makes talking to the villagers fun again #Stardew Valley #SDV Shane #SDV Farmer #my stories.

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shastelly · 5 years

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Summer - March Klance Prompts from MonthlyKlance - Day 24

Day 24 of March in May...yep...I will not give up!

Also this is some serious fluffy nonsense just so you know before you start :). The paladins need a vacation :)

Day 24 – Summer

"Where did they even find those jackets?" Keith asked bewildered.

"At the space mall." Shiro answered in a similar state of disbelief.

"I fear we may have pushed them too hard." Allura stuttered.

"It does seem some downtime might be in order." Coran nodded flinching as Lance pulled out a blonde wig and put it on for the next "scene" in the musical the youngest paladins had decided to put on for their amusement.

"Lance isn't good as a blonde." Keith commented. "The poodle skirt fine, but the wig is just off."

"I'm not sure whatever it is that Pidge is wearing is much better. How many socks did they stuff in her shirt?" Shiro blinked.

"More than Lance's." Keith answered.

"You'd think Hunk would have taken off the headband, it doesn't match his jacket at all." Allura puzzled.

"I'm having trouble keeping track of which part they are playing at which time." Shiro admitted.

"I'm pretty sure Pidge is Rizzo. Lance is Sandy and Kenickie. Hunk is Danny and Frenchie and maybe Marty. I'm really unclear on the other parts. I think they keep forgetting to change clothes." Keith muttered, earning a surprised look from Shiro who didn't think he'd ever seen Grease before.

***

"Lance, does dance rather well though." Coran pointed out as he was switching wigs between playing Sandy and Cha Cha.

The others hummed in agreement, trapped watching the youngest three sing and dance their hearts out. To be honest for an impromptu musical with no instruments, sets, scripts from memory and a cast of three they were really doing a pretty good job.

***

"Are those real cars? Pidge!" Shiro hollered over the revving engines, before Hunk and Pidge flew off down the hall in their race.

Keith laughed.

***

"Is the message of this show that you should change yourself to match your friends?!" Allura asked outraged.

Shiro and Keith were not capable of responding given Lance's appearance in the black leather outfit.

***

Coran had happily joined the end song and the four of them were giggling and singing about always being together.

Shiro, Allura, and Keith sat watching them dance away, clapping mechanically.

"So, vacation?" Shiro asked still staring straight ahead.

"Vacation." Allura agreed.

"Leather." Keith muttered watching Lance dance away.

***

And so, a week later…

"I have an announcement." Allura stood at the head of the table after dinner. "As it turns out we have no scheduled missions for the next three days and we are near a resort planet that I used to visit as a child called Sabra."

"What?" Hunk blinked.

"I have arranged for us, barring any emergency of course, to have rooms at the very same resort I used to visit. And no worries, Coran went and made the reservations himself to assure that it is still as nice as it was ten thousand years ago." Allura smiled at them.

"Actually, it's nicer. Apparently, it was rebuilt recently and is the best of the hotels on the shore." Coran assured.

"Shore?" Lance asked in awe.

"Yes, the resort sits on one of the planets many oceans. Each has a different color. This one is lavender and was always my favorite. The entire planet survives on revenue from visiting tourists. It is considered a non-conflict zone; no weapons are allowed on the planet. Oh Coran, is the carnival still on the beach?" Allura asked a childlike gleam in her eyes.

"Yes, indeed Princess, bigger and better than ever."

"A beach? Ocean? Carnival?" Lance's eyes blinked open and closed like a doll.

"I think you broke Lance," Pidge snarked.

"I am soooooo excited!" Hunk grabbed Lance's arm which seemed to snap him out of his shock. He in turn grabbed Hunk and they were soon screaming and jumping up and down.

"Oh, I need swim trunks? Coran?" Lance stopped jumping and turned dramatically to Coran.

"No worries, there is an entire section of resort wear in the castle storage, you may come and choose what you like." He answered with a dramatic twirl of his moustache. "I will, of course, be able to provide guidance on what is really fashionable."

Lance jumped up and he and Coran were off and ranting about packing for the trip for everyone.

"Don't worry guys, I'll keep an eye on them." Hunk offered with a wave and headed after them.

As it turns out someone should have had an eye on Allura as well.

"Exactly what is in here?" Shiro asked exasperated as he lifted the universe's heaviest suitcase/trunk into the shuttle they were using.

"Industrial size hair dryer." Pidge muttered trying to cram another of the princess’s cases into the back.

"A princess needs to be prepared for all circumstances." Allura answered primly batting her eyes before laughing and helping pack another huge trunk into the shuttle.

"Is there a weight restriction?" Hunk asked in awe.

"This is fine." Coran nodded. "You should have seen her mother pack for vacation." Coran shook his head then. "We had to take three shuttles to fit the family and their luggage."

"Sounds fair." Lance smiled at Allura. His own trunk was much smaller, but still twice as large as any of the others. Lance had on a huge pair of blue sunglasses, a white button-down shirt and blue and red shorts that hit near his knee. He'd managed to find some kind of Altean sandals that were brown and wrapped around his feet and ankles.

"Shut up, tourist." Pidge snarked. She was wearing a green t-shirt and long khaki shorts and the Altean equivalent of flip flops.

"Be nice you two." Hunk's own bright yellow tank, white shorts, and flip flops made them the post card for beach travelers.

"Are we ready?" Coran laughed, his own blue and orange striped attire looked like a bathing suit from the 1800's or something. He even had a blue hat to go with it.

"Shotgun!" Lance yelled.

***

Two varga later…

They had parked the castle in an asteroid belt, hidden from sensors and well protected. The planet had assured them it would be safe to orbit, but they were unwilling to leave it unmanned like that and they had all deserved the vacation. However, the three varga shuttle ride was turning out to be a little much for them all in a single shuttle, crammed into two rows of seats due to someone's excessive packing.

"I called shotgun. It isn't fair." Lance complained for the fifth time from the backseat where he was shoved between Keith and Hunk. Pidge was sitting on Hunk's lap her legs stretched over the top of them.

"Sorry, Lance, the grown-ups got the front seat." Allura echoed back, not sounding the least bit sorry.

"Like you are so much older!" Lance huffed.

"At least 10,000 years." Allura quipped.

"That does not count. Keith, quit touching me!" Lance elbowed his neighbor.

"Exactly how am I supposed to do that. We are packed right against each other." Keith growled elbowing back.

"Would you quit! I'm already dying back here. Shiro, are you sure you can't turn up the air? I have a Pidge blanket." Hunk whined.

"It's all the way up, Hunk, and we are freezing up here. Coran matches his hat." Shiro sighed.

Coran did look an interesting shade of blue just then.

Pidge shifted in her sleep tickling Lance's legs with her shorts. He laughed loudly and jerked at the sensation, elbowing both Keith and Hunk in the process. The other two boys snarled. Hunk shoved Lance so hard he ran into Keith again. Keith jabbed a sharp elbow into Lance's stomach making him pitch forward and sliding Pidge's legs into the back of the seat in front of them.

"STOP KICKING THE SEAT!" Shiro was close to losing his shit.

"Ow." Lance breathed giving dirty looks to both Hunk and Keith.

Pidge snored and rolled back over onto all of them.

Lance scooted back and spread his elbows and legs as wide as he could pushing against the other boys.

"Enough with the man spread, Lance." Hunk griped shoving his leg over and leaning on him.

"I'm squished. You guys keep pushing me around." Lance growled.

"Then stay in the middle." Keith stomped on his foot.

"OOW!" Lance yelled and drove an elbow at Keith's middle, which he blocked and pinched Lance's arm. "OWW! QUIT! You guys are being jerks!"

"IF YOU DON'T QUIT FIGHTING BACK THERE I SWEAR I WILL PULL THIS DAMN THING OVER!" Shiro yelled from the front seat.

Keith, Hunk, and Lance all shared a look before they burst out laughing at him. Shiro groaned.

Pidge sat up and yawned, "Are we there yet?"

***

The resort and beach were everything that Allura had promised. The resort hotel stood fifty stories high, reflective glass windows covered the building. The pale purple water of the ocean washed onto the shore in waves that had Lance and Hunk yelling about surfing. The white sands of the beach were pristine and stretched as far as they could see. When they landed the pod several different types of aliens all dressed in the same crisp white uniforms rushed out and began moving their luggage. Allura said that they had condos reserved along the beach. They were given three small vehicles that looked like hovering golf carts. They received a map of the resort with locations and times for activities and a reminder that there was a feast planned in their honor for that evening.

Shiro loaded into one cart with Allura and Pidge. Coran tried to take the wheel on the next, but Keith beat him, which prompted Lance to take the third wheel with Hunk at his side and challenge Keith to a race. Unfortunately, or fortunately as it may be, the carts were very slow, and the race was a pathetic tie.

Allura and Pidge took the first condo, Shiro and Keith the second. That left Hunk, Coran and Lance in the third.

Lance walked in enjoying the beach themed decorations, of course it was all in purples and not blues, which he would have preferred, but they were soft colors with bright white accents and wave designs over everything, even some oddly square shells. He noticed two beds and a couch in the main area.

"I call the couch." He announced making it sound like a preference, and not a preemptive move to avoid being stuck with it, as the youngest in a family of five this was not an unusual arrangement for him. Hunk gave him a grateful smile aware of what he was doing.

"Oh, good choice." Coran crowed. He pressed a button and the couch cushion lifted to float about five feet from the ground and fluffed out to look like a cloud bed. "These are supposed to be wonderful to sleep on, though, I'll admit I don't relish the idea of floating in my sleep."

"It's great." A huge grin split Lance's face and he rushed over to the other condo to tell Keith and Shiro about it.

***

At the banquet that evening, there was a huge bonfire and lots of food, dancing and music. Hunk said it was like a Luau. Lance said it was like a family beach party. The others just thought it was fun. There was some sort of beverage in a red coconut looking thing that Shiro objected to at first, but after a brief discussion with Allura he allowed.

Lance took a sip and smiled, "It tastes like a Pina Colada!"

"Why do you know what that tastes like?" Keith frowned.

"My sister-in-law used to let me drink a little of hers, not a lot, just a taste." Lance sipped happily. "This tastes almost exactly like the ones my brother would make."

Hunk sniffed and sipped tentatively, "It is good."

"Please don't get carried away, no more than three or make that two for you Pidge." Shiro frowned unsure if this was the proper thing to do.

"Shiro, you are not my parent. You are like an older brother. Act like it, be a bad influence once in a while too." Keith grinned as he sipped.

"Yeah, be the older frat brother that rolls you over, so you don't choke on your vomit after he gets you to drink way too much." Lance offered.

Hunk, Pidge, Keith, and Shiro stared at him.

"What? Am I the only one that had a life?" Lance chugged the rest of his drink and smiled, "I'm dancing." He rushed back out to where others were already dancing around the bonfire.

Hunk shrugged looking at the others, "He's not wrong, we are social rejects."

"I wasn't." Shiro objected quietly.

"Yes, but what are you now, Space Dad." Pidge snarked.

Shiro glared at her, downed his drink, and laughed, "Dancing." He walked away to join Lance, who looked surprised but happy to have Shiro grab him and spin him around.

"Huh." Keith offered.

"It does look like fun." Hunk decided.

"Where are Allura and Coran?" Pidge asked before spotting them lounging at the bar watching the two dancing paladins. Pidge waved them off and headed over to the Alteans. She was not dancing.

"So, may I have this dance?" Hunk asked offering Keith his hand.

"Why not?" Keith smiled and they both finished their drinks before heading out to join the other two dancing.

***

Lance woke the next morning sleeping on a cloud. He smiled and stretched. He'd danced with everyone he thought, so many smiles and laughs and new dances and Pina Colodas. He found himself grinning in realization that he had not gotten that drunk and did not have a head ache or naseau this morning, the alien booze must not have been very strong.

He lowered his bed back to the couch and slipped on a hoodie. The morning was gray and looked chilly. He didn't bother with shoes. He went out to beach and walked along the edge of the water, watching the water come and go and walking in and out of it. Leaving footprints in the white sand. The colors were wrong, but it reminded him so strongly of home that he half expected his mama to call him to breakfast. He closed his eyes thinking of the many mornings he had woke before everyone else and done just this, ever since he was deemed old enough to be trusted to stay out of the water when no one else was around.

"Lance?" Keith's voice was quiet, but Lance still jumped.

"You really want to give me a heart attack, don't you?" Lance shook his head, wiping tears on the sleeve of his hoodie. Keith was dressed in workout clothes and had probably been running as he was sweating and panting a bit.

"No. You okay?" Keith frowned.

"Yeah, just really reminds me of home. It's good, but sad too." Lance sighed. "I wonder when we will get to go home again or even if we ever will."

"We will." Keith stated like it was a fact.

"You can't know that. Zarkon has been in power for ten thousand years, do we really think we're going to beat him in a year or two and go home?"

"Sure, Voltron hasn't been around all that time. We kick his ass and then go home." Keith smiled slyly.

"Sure." Lance shook his head.

"Seriously though, we have the weapon he has always feared and there has to be a reason. He knows we can beat him. We will get back home. It might take a while but we're going." Keith put an arm around Lance.

"I like that you're sure." Lance offered. He wasn't quite convinced, but it helped that Keith seemed to be.

"Tell me something you used to do on the beach? Something we could do today?" Keith pried.

"Well, sometimes in the summer we would have sandcastle building contests, Mami would judge them." Lance smiled at the memory and the crazy things he and his siblings had created.

"We can do that." Keith nodded. "I've never done that before."

"You've never built a sandcastle?" Lance asked shocked.

"Lance, this is the first time I've ever been to a beach like this." Keith gestured to the horizon. "It just keeps going. It's amazing really."

Lance took several moments to recover, "Okay, so we are building sandcastles, then I'm teaching you to swim in a current like this, and then we are going to make some surfboards. Oh, and we have to bury you in the sand." Lance rattled off happily.

"Bury me?" Keith raised his eyebrows and frowned.

"Don't look at me like that. You cover up like half of the person with sand or maybe up to their neck, depending on what you are doing. You can just make it look weird like a head in the sand, or make them look like something else, like a mermaid or something. It feels cool and it's fun and you've never done it so you're trying it. Also, we have to hunt for seashells, do they have those here? Well even if they don’t, we can still hunt for them and then we'll know."

Keith smiled in amusement as Lance continued rattling off important things to do as one by one the others joined them. The sandcastle contest was something to behold. Pidge had declared that picking teams sucked and had them draw straws. Team one was Keith, Pidge, and Hunk. Team two was Lance, Shiro, and Coran. Allura was the official judge, as obviously a princess knows a lot about castles according to Lance.

Team One's castle was huge, easily eight feet tall at the peak of the highest tower. It bore a striking resemblance to Cinderella's castle, though not enough to worry about a copyright. Pidge had created a draw bridge that opened and closed and installed some kind of luminescent shells to the interior to give lighting. Keith had gathered shells and layered them on the towers to act like tile roofs. It was overall very striking.

Team Two's castle looked like a flying alien city. It wasn't as tall only about six foot at the top of the central spire, but the towers were decorated with glass and there were spirals of glass in different colors that shot up throughout the castle. Pidge argued it was cheating. Lance argued it was just hot sand and why shouldn't they make it since they had Shiro on their team.

Allura declared it a tie over their bickering and told them to come to lunch. She had a picnic delivered to the beach and they sat on blankets and ate something that looked like peanut butter and jelly - if the peanut butter was made with beans instead of peanuts and the jelly was bacon flavored.

After the meal they all laid out and took a nap. It was crazy to relax like this and it had really been too long. Pidge had started to creep away to a laptop, but Allura caught her by the wrist.

"Pidge, everything needs to recharge sometime, even you. Give yourself this time and when you get back you will be more prepared and will work faster." Allura begged. "We can't work ourselves to death; there is no one to take our places."

Pidge paused pondering what Allura had said and then nodded, curling back up on the blanket and snuggling into Hunk's side. Allura allowed herself to relax again. This was something they all needed.

The swimming lessons commenced after. Keith wasn't a bad swimmer and Lance only had to rescue him once before he listened to his fellow paladin about the dangers of the undertow. Hunk splashed right along with them as did Allura. Coran, Shiro, and Pidge stayed on the shoreline. Pidge said she was part robot and water was bad for her. Shiro waved his own anchor of an arm as an excuse and Coran simply laughed and said they couldn't teach an old warbraxlian like himself any new things. Lance was an amazing swimmer and Keith had a hard time keeping his eyes off of him. He even challenged the princess to a race. He lost, but he claimed her shifting into something with flippers was cheating anyway.

Keith was shocked at how exhausted he was when he came out of the water and how heavy his body felt. Swimming in the ocean was really a lot more tiring than a pool, Lance had been right. Lance grabbed him a towel to lay down on and declared it was time to bury him, so he could take a nap.

When Keith woke to a mermaid tale and breasts he had to clamor out of the sand and chase Lance around the beach for a while until he caught him and dragged him back to the towel and declared it was his turn. Lance complained he would have been fine with the mermaid body, but Keith gave him the body of a middle-aged man with a beer gut. Pidge carefully documented both, though the boys were not yet aware of it. They would be when she needed something.

They were making preparations for the evening meal when an alarm sounded on a device Allura was carrying. She frowned and tapped at it, before sighing and turning to the others.

"I'm sorry everyone, but we will need to cut this short. There has been a Galra fleet detected in the vicinity of an alliance planet. We need to get there and be ready to defend them if needed." Allura smiled sadly at the paladins, to their credit they all nodded without complaint. She was proud of them. "Let's have everything packed and be in the shuttle as quickly as possible. I would like to wormhole out tonight."

The packing went smoothly. They had all been aware that this was a possibility and had made accommodations to allow for quick pack ups.

Crowded back in the shuttle on the way to the castle, Lance leaned his head against Keith's shoulder, "How was your first beach trip?”

“It was good.” Keith smiled softly.

“Sorry we didn't get to go surfing or hunt sea shells." Lance frowned

"It's okay." Keith shrugged. "There wasn't anything we could do."

"I know, but I guess we did a lot." Lance suddenly quirked a smile, “We can go surfing and hunt sea shells when we get home.”

"I would like that. I could see myself living on a beach someday." Keith smiled over at Lance.

"Oh yeah, maybe we could be neighbors?" Lance smiled thinking about his dreamhouse on the beach.

Keith hummed and turned so that his violet eyes were staring straight into Lance's ocean blues, "Maybe we could be closer than that."

"Oh yeah?" Lance blinked and licked his lips, before grinning mischievously, "So roomies, huh?" Hunk choked on laughter and Pidge swatted him in the back of the head, but Lance just laughed at the frustrated look on Keith's face, before leaning back against his shoulder and closing his eyes.

"I could find room for a mullet in my dream house." Lance muttered as his breathing slowed and evened into sleep.

Keith smiled down at him and wondered what he was getting himself into.

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solastia · 7 years

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The Intruder

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count: 3,359

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut, but not like, super crazy smut. Good ‘ole Missionary. But it’s sweet.

Notes: SURPRISE! I needed something fluffy in my life. I wrote this fairly quickly, so I’ll go back and edit later.

“It’s only going to be for the weekend, Namjoon. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing.”

Namjoon leaned against the counter with his head cradled in his hands, pouting as he watched you pack your small bag. He’d been like this all day, listing at least a hundred reasons why he thought you shouldn’t go.

“Baby, I only have a couple more weeks before we have to leave again. Pleaseeeee....” You just stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You’re such a whiny baby. Why your fans think you’re so,“Daddy” is beyond me. I promised Mom I’d go home for the weekend. I promised her a month ago, and she’s been calling to remind me twice a week. I have to go. I’ll be back Monday afternoon, and I’ll be all yours for two whole weeks before you have to leave again. You’ll be so sick of me that you’ll ask to leave earlier. I promise.” You peck him on the cheek as you pass by, and set your bag by the door.

You watch amused as he sighs loudly and makes his way over to you to say goodbye. He backs you into the door and kisses you hard, trying to grind his obvious arousal into your stomach.

“No way. I know what you’re doing, and we already did that twice today. Your delay tactics will no longer work. A kiss and a hug are all you’re allowed, mister.”

You pull him down for a kiss and push him back away with a laugh when he once again tries to deepen it.

“I love you, Joonie. I’ll call you when I get there, Ok?”

“Love you too. Drive safe.” He replied, with a loud, overly dramatic sigh.

You wave and shut the door on the once more pouting face.

The moment you enter your parent's house, you are bombarded by relatives, many of whom you have no memory of. It was your parents 30th anniversary, so everyone was making a huge deal of it, and the house was filled. They are all insisting on talking to you and sharing stories of when you were a toddler. Of course, the most common questions were about if you were dating and when you were getting married. You wished you could tell them all about your fantastic boyfriend, but you valued his privacy, which is why you didn’t let him tag along to this in the first place. The last thing he needed was for the twenty-something cousins that were here to hound him and spread gossip online. The best you could do was vaguely mention that, yes, you were dating.

Finally, the night was coming to an end, and the guests were starting to leave. You suddenly realized that you hadn’t called or texted Namjoon to let him know you’d gotten here safely. You knew he’d probably sent you a million nagging texts about it, but you’d left your phone in your room at your Mother’s insistence. She wanted you to “mingle and not have your eyes attached to the screen.” You mumble that you are heading to the restroom and manage to wrench yourself away from the latest relative going on about the time she helped potty train you.

You run up the stairs to your old childhood room and pick up your phone from your nightstand. As you’d suspected, Namjoon had called five times and left at least thirteen texts over the course of the seven hours you’d been gone. The first couple were cute. Just reminding you to let him know you got there OK and that he missed you already. These were followed by increasingly more worried sounding messages, hoping you were OK and wondering if you were mad at him. The last message had been sent a little over an hour ago, saying if you didn’t respond in the next twenty minutes, what happened next was your fault.

You really didn’t like the sound of that.

You quickly call him, but he doesn’t answer. You try twice more, only to be sent to the inbox again. So you decide to text. You tell him that you are sorry, that your Mom wanted a cell phone free zone and you weren’t able to get away.

No answer.

You send another text, asking if he’d eaten and telling him how much you loved him and would totally make this up to him on Monday.

Half an hour goes by with no response. He must REALLY be mad at you.

You sigh and decide there’s nothing else you can do for now. Hopefully, he’ll be done pouting in the morning. He usually liked to sit and talk things out whenever you argued, or if he was upset by something, but for now, there’s nothing else you can do but go to bed and hope for the best.

You were having a beautiful dream. Namjoon had taken you to a picnic. You were sitting under the giant tree along the river that Namjoon always referred to as “Our Tree.” There was a lovely breeze, good food, and you were propped against his chest while he read to you. As far as dreams go, this one ranked in your top three. The other two also featured him. One was a bit too racy to tell anyone else about, and the other...well, let’s just say there’s a white dress in it. You lean back and enjoy the dream, marveling that it was so detailed you could hear his voice perfectly next to your ear, and feel the rumbles in his chest against your back.

And then the knocking sounds started.

It was constant, and wouldn’t go away. You wanted to stay in the dream, but the knocking kept disturbing you. You felt yourself lose your grip on the dream, and it floated away as your eyes opened. You angrily stared at the ceiling as you tried to force yourself back asleep and hopefully back into that dream.

Then you heard it again. In real life this time.

Someone was knocking on your window.

Biting your lip, you debate the wisdom of actually going to look out. If this were a horror movie, you know that would be a stupid move. You’d open the second story window, they’d pull you out, and let you fall. Then chop up whatever didn’t break. That would be a dumb thing to do.

The knocking started up again.

With a sigh, you got out of the bed and shuffled to your closet. You still had your old softball bat in there and figured that would be better than nothing. Best case scenario, it was just the wind moving the tree branches too close to your window. Worse case, you’d have to clobber some intruder. At least it’s a polite intruder who knocked first.

You creep to your window, bat in hand, and whip the curtains aside. It’s still too dark to see anything, but you swear you see a shadowy figure hanging onto the tree. You take a deep breath, grip the bat hard, and unlock the window. You swing the panes open and hold up the bat as you peer outside.

“Finally.” the intruder says in an irritated, soft tone.

You squeal and swing the bat as a long leg makes its way into your bedroom.

“Baby, what the hell?!” He yells, grabbing the bat before you could hit him.

“Namjoon? What are you doing? I thought you were a robber or something! I could have hurt you!” You drop the bat onto the floor, helping the rest of your boyfriend make its way through the window.

“youdidntcallandipanickedandimissedyou.” He mumbles rapidly.

You blink and stare, trying to process the situation in your still somewhat sleep-addled mind. Your boyfriend drove all the way out to the country, climbed up a tree to your second story bedroom...because he missed you.

“Joonie. Did you come all the way here because I didn’t call? I’m sorry. I didn’t have a chance earlier, but I did before I went to bed. You didn’t answer.”

“I was driving. It’s not safe to drive and talk on the phone.” He was still sitting on the edge of your window pane, mumbling, and pouting.

“I missed you too, Namjoon.”

He was so cute, and SUCH a big baby. You started to grin at him, and when he realized he wasn’t in trouble, he perked up and started silently exploring your room. He wandered around, picking up random objects and looking at them, staring at the pictures scattered. He found a picture of you with a date at a high school dance, and look over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow, before calmly throwing it in your trash bin. You silently laugh and remind yourself to take that out, and tape over your dates face at least. You looked good in it. You gesture to the light switch on the wall, and he shakes his head no, continuing his exploration with just the light of the moon.

He’s finally made the full circle until he’s standing in front of your twin sized bed. If he actually plans on sleeping in here, he’s going to have to sleep on the floor to be somewhat comfortable. The bed was probably half his size in length, and there was no way the two of you would fit unless you slept on top of him and he let the bottom half of his legs dangle.

When you saw the look on his face though, you knew it wasn’t the sleeping arrangements he was thinking about.

“Joonie, no. My parents are literally down the hall. My Grandma is directly below us. There’s no way.”

He looked at you in surprise. “Are you saying you never brought any of your little boyfriends in here? Like, the dude in the trash?”

You snort at him. “Of course not. I would never have gotten away with it. I have the worst luck. And, FYI, the dude in the trash has been gay since, like, preschool.”

“Humph, well, I say this sounds like a great idea. I’ve missed you, and you’ve had experience trying to keep quiet when I sneak you into the dorms.”

“And that never ends well, because towards the end it’s always, “Fuck it, baby, let em hear.” You roughly impersonate his deep growl, and he laughs.

Namjoon picks you up by your waist and tosses you onto the bed, before crawling up on top of you and burying his face in your neck. He inhales loudly, slightly tickling you.

“I really did miss you.” He whispers into your neck. “We were gone so long that time. I mean, the tour was fun, just so long. And we’ll have to leave again soon. Even though it’s not for long, we’ll have the come back right after that, then promotions start all over again. I just want to stay as close to you as long as I can. As close as I can get...” He adds the last part with a groan, and he lifts himself up and raises your nightshirt up past your breasts.

You realize you’d left the window open when you felt the night air touch your exposed body, however, as his gaze raked over you, you forgot the cold. It always amazed you how he could look at you like it was the first time, every time, even though you’d been together for over a year now.

You could tell by the way he was looking at you, that this was not going to be one of the times where he drew everything out and spent hours teasing you.

Namjoon looks into your eyes for a moment, smiling softly, before he leans down and kisses you tenderly. He pulls away and throws off all of his clothes, not taking his stare away from you. You watch in awe as his nude body is finally revealed, the moonlight making this somehow more mysterious than usual.

He leans back over you, his hand snaking down to your core, a pleased smile growing on his face when he found you already wet.

“Remember to be quiet, Y/N. We don’t want to wake up Grandma.” He quietly teases, his fingers slowly stroking you.

“Joonie, please don’t mention my Grandmother during sex.” You complain with a soft groan. You feel him laughing, his shoulders shaking as he positions himself over you.

He places his forehead on yours, kissing you hard as he slides into you. He moans against your lips as he sheathes himself entirely, and you wind your legs around his back. He rocks into you slowly, the both of you paying attention to the amount of squeaking the little bed was making.

You were trying so hard to keep quiet, but he felt so good. So thick and so deep in you. The little moans that snuck out of you just spurred him on, and he started to move faster. You throw your hands behind you to brace yourself against the wall, Namjoon’s pounding now enough to make you hit your head if you weren’t careful. He’s kissing everything he can reach; Your neck, face, lips, occasionally leaning his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You bite your lips, chewing on them to try to keep quiet. Namjoon reaches a hand down and rubs your clit, watching your face to see how close you were. You could tell he was close himself, with the sweating dripping down his face and his hips pounding furiously into you.

He leans his face down and kisses you softly, mumbling “I love you.” You want to answer, but you feel the tension rising until, finally, you climax, turning your head into your pillow to quiet yourself. Namjoon groans as your walls tighten around him, and you feel as he empties himself into you.

Namjoon drops himself on top of you, knowing you like the weight of him there, at least for a few minutes. You kiss his sweaty neck, and you both whisper sweet nonsense to each other as you catch your breath.

“See,” he whispers, tickling your nose with the end of a lock of hair he’d started playing with. “No one heard a thing.” You giggle and open your mouth to say something cheeky about how loud he was when you heard it.

A squeak? From...the bed?

“What was that sound?” You ask, pushing Namjoon’s chest away so you could look over the edge. Maybe it was a mouse or something. You were never here, but you knew your Mom kept everything clean still.

You heard it again. Only this time it was more of a clicking or creaking.

You look at Namjoon in confusion, who is staring hard at the bed. His face suddenly looks horrified when you move, and another creaking sound is emitted.

“Wait, don’t move, I think we...shi....” He was cut off when with one loud cracking sound, the bed you’d used until you were eighteen years old suddenly fell to pieces underneath the two of you. Namjoon tries to pull you closer and wrap you in a sheet as you both crash to the floor with a loud thud. You both manage to sit up against a wall, looking over each other for wounds. Finding nothing, you lean back against the wall and stare at the remnants of your bed. The frame was broken in at least three places, bars sticking out, springs scattered across the room. Your poor bed was deceased.

“I know they call you the God of destruction and all that, but what did my poor bed ever do to you?” You tease him, laughing at his poor, resigned face. The smile on your face gradually slips away, however, as you realize there’s a new sound. Someone is running through the hallway. You barely manage to cover yourself adequately before your bedroom door is flung open and the light is turned on.

The faces of your parents are filled with panic, no doubt having heard the sound of the bed crashing and thought someone was breaking in. You watch in horror as their eyes scan the room, taking in the broken bed before their eyes settle on the two of you. You see the panic slowly die out of their gazes, only to be replaced by confusion and disbelief. You can just imagine what they are thinking as they take in the sight of their daughter and the boyfriend that they’d only met once before, sitting there covered in nothing but a sheet.

“Um, hey Mom, Dad. So, Namjoon came to visit, YAY. Um, yeah, the bed...was old? And, uh....we were trying to sleep...when just...CRASH! Ya know?” You were rambling anything that came to your head, panicking when your father’s gaze hardened and was focused on Namjoon. Your Mom had stopped looking at the two of you, patting your father on the shoulder, and blushing.

“Is everyone unhurt?” She asked, trying to back your Dad back to the door.

“Yup, we’re good. It’s all good. Everyone’s good. I’ll...uh...replace the bed later.” You mumble. Please leave, please leaavvvee...

“What’s going on in here?”

Crap.

“Grandma, go back to bed. Everything’s fine. Just the old bed decided to retire.” You joke, hoping she’ll take the hint and go back to her room.

Instead, she peeks her head in, quickly takes stock of the situation, and leans against the side of the door with a grin.

“Oh, is this the boy you’ve been seeing? He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he? Can’t say I blame you. Good to see I can expect great grandbabies soon. You kids go to bed.” She ushers your parents out of the room, your dad spearing Namjoon with one last look that promised a talk later, and closes the door behind them.

The two of you stare at each other, then fall back with a groan, making a little nest with the blankets on the floor.

“That was humiliating. Embarrassing. I’m never going to get dad’s face out of my head.” You whine, only to look over at him in annoyance when you finally register that he’s laughing.

“YAH! What is so funny, mister? You broke my bed and scarred my parents for life.” Namjoon pulls you closer to him and pecks your forehead.

“Hey, at least your Grandma seems to like me.”

“Ugg. You do realize my Dad is probably going to have a very uncomfortable talk with you tomorrow? I highly suggest running now while you have a chance.”

“Why? What’s the worst he could do? Tell me to marry you? I’d already planned on that.”

“What?” You sit up and look at him, all sprawled out on the floor, resting his head on his arms. He looked utterly calm now.

“Check my pants.” He responds with a soft smile.

You look around for his jeans, finding them in a far corner. You wrap the sheet tighter around you and go pick them up, finding a lump in one of the pockets. You swallow hard, feeling like this was a dream. You reach in and pull out a box.

A little black box.

You pull back the lid and look at the ring nestled inside. It’s gorgeous. You turn and look at the man sitting there so smugly, and start to cry.

“Really?” You sob, feeling ridiculous that you’re crying, but unable to help it.

He holds out his arms, and you go and cuddle into them, still staring at the box. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing the side of your head.

“Really. I love you. This was supposed to be more romantic, but I guess this is as good a time as any. Marry me?” He asks, and you nod yes, kissing him desperately.

“Hey, at least now we can just tell them we were celebrating.” He chuckles, and you giggle as he slides on the ring, kissing your hand once it’s in place.

“Congratulations!” Says a voice muffled by the door.

“GO TO BED GRANDMA!”

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alexiela73 · 7 years

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Hello dear~ I am new to this request thing but I would love to see Hanzo, 76,Genji,and Reaper(separate) in love with or courting a fluffy(bigger gal who is about 5'8 a little taller then most gals) southern who is a huge sweetheart! who is a healer but if not that's fine~ She loves them no matter what they do or did and loves showing them how much she care with gifts (like crocheted items and homemade tea) and honest sweet compliments! She may sneak in some hugs if she can! Thank you so much!!

Just wanna say, not only did I accidentally delete this once but I got carried away twice and it still did not end up exactly how it should have. Definitely veered off the request path a bit but its still kind of cute and I…I hope you still love it.

Hanzo:

When Hanzo first met you, he had no interest in you. Not right away anyway.

To be fair though, Hanzo really has no interest in anyone. People are just a bunch of faces, and half are rude, deceitful or liars. So he usually just doesn’t notice anyone…including woman.

What first brought his attention to you was when McCree struck up a conversation with you. You were sitting at a table in a small diner that was beside you, sitting on your laptop as you typed away.

Hanzo was focused on stirring his tea, but after a few minutes he finally began to tune in. Your voice had a soft lilt, and as he studied you, Hanzo found the soft southern lilt of your voice and the way your eyes sparkled like jewels to be rather enchanting. No thoughts of your size flitted across his mind, no comparisons to any other woman he'd ever met. He was simply entranced with your voice.

When you giggled at something McCree said, Hanzo finally started to get into the conversation, to Jesse's surprise. Hanzo thought you were intelligent, and liked how you spoke so passionately about your work in computer programming.

Jesse got your number at the end of the meal, almost two hours later. The three of you had been talking the whole time, though with McCree noticed the way Hanzo watched you with interest, he kind of backed off a bit. God forbid he try and steal the limelight from Hanzo when he finally has interest in an actual human being.

The three of you ended up meeting a few more times. It was really cute, because every time you all met up, you'd hand them both a small wrapped gift of cookies or sweets. McCree had noticed the way you glanced shyly at Hanzo whenever you handed it to him, or how you'd watch eagerly to see if Hanzo really enjoyed it.

The more time you spent together, Hanzo found himself falling for you harder and harder. He started noticing little details about you. The way your ears went pink when you were embarrassed. The way you spoke quickly and mumbled whenever you unsure of yourself. The fierceness with which you spoke about things that mattered to you. The shine in your eyes when you spoke of the past.

One day, he finally broke. “Y/n,” he said, pulling you to the side as the three of you neared the end of your walk through the park “If possible…would you be opposed to me courting you?”

For a moment you both blinked. Jesse face palmed at his stiff composure, while you simply looked stunned.

“You…you want to date me?” you squeaked, smoothing your shirt down. Like usual, your ears turned pink as you blushed heavily.

Hanzo stared at you quite intently, taking your hand in his with gentleness. “I do. I think your enchanting,” Hanzo admitted, and a smile teased the corner of his lips. “Exquisite.”

Ducking your head, you couldn’t believe what he was saying. You were a fluffier girl, with large hips and enough cellulite on your thighs that some women would explode over. ”You can’t mean that. I…I’m not really that pretty. Even i know that…”you said softly.

Taking your chin gently, Hanzo lifted your face. “I think you are beautiful. And if you are talking about your body…” Hanzo’s hands moved down to cup your waist, the warmth of his hands sending a tingle through you as he pulled you closer. “Your body is beautiful too. I see no imperfections before me,” Hanzo insisted, thumbs rubbing soft circles against you.

A shuddery breath left your lips. This was the first time a man, and one so beautiful, had ever spoke to you like this. Yet when you looked into his eyes, they seemed to hold conviction.

“O-okay,” you whispered. “…I would love that. A lot…..”

A smile spread across his face, and he brushed his lips across your forehead in a soft kiss that left you weak in the knees. ”Thank you,” he murmured.

A cough sounded beside you, and Jesse rolled his eyes. “Can we get going? I”m happy for you and all but its getting mighty chilly out here,” he said and with a laugh, the three of you left the park.

76:

The two of you have been together for almost seven months now

It had been a shock to you when he had first asked you out, and at first you’d thought it had been a joke. But he’d been persistent and you were delighted to agree.

Your weight really didn’t hold you back, nor did it bother you much. Rarely did you look in the mirror and frown, as you had been raised to be confident in yourself. And Jack seemed to have no problem, so why should you?

That didn’t mean you didn’t have your days though, nor those little thoughts niggling at the back of your mind, worrying about your weight and if you were ugly or not.

One time the two of you had planned on a big date, to celebrate making it to half a year together. Jack had it all planned out, and you were excited.

Deciding to go out, you wanted to buy a new dress for the occasion. Like any other woman, you liked to dress up for special occasions and you wanted to look good when he picked you up.

In the mall, you found this beautiful pearl gray dress that had a skirt that flared at the waist to the knees, and no back. It was a bit bolder, but you decided you really liked it and that it would work.

After purchasing the dress, you noticed at a shop across the hall that held a pair of shoes you should would look lovely with the dress. Hurrying over, you gingerly picked up a slipper and studied it.

Snickers caught your attention. There was a group of three women not far away, whispering to each other…except their whispers weren’t quiet enough.

“Its that girl again,” said one, rolling her eyes. “She knows that dresses are meant for pretty people, right?”

Another one, a blonde, covered her mouth and snickered again. “It was like watching a hippo try to get into a dress. Jeez, maybe if she laid off all the burgers…nah, she’d still probably look like that,” she said and the three of them laughed.

You stood frozen in place. It had been a long time since someone had commented on your weight, and the comments of those women had torn at your heart. They were laughing at you, you thought. A hippo…

“Oh my god…she’s crying…do you think she heard us?” whispered one girl to another in alarm.

After a moment you touched your cheek and felt the wetness of your tears…it had been awhile since you’d cried over something like your weight. With a sob, you dropped the shoe and went home.

The afternoon was spent crying in your bed. After exhausting yourself with your crying, you drifted in and out of sleep, the mean comments plaguing you. You didn’t even realize the time till the doorbell rang.

When you didn’t answer, Jack walked in. Searching the house, he finally turned on your bedroom light and relaxed. “Oh, there you are. I thought you’d forgotten about the…” he stopped as you sat up, and noted how puffy your face was, the pink of your eyes and the faint mascara marks that you had tried to wipe away earlier.

“What happened? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, hurrying over and he sat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. Fresh tears filled your eyes, threatening to spill. “Oh, baby, please don’t…don’t cry, sweetheart, please…”

Immediately he cupped your face gently, pressing his forehead to yours.

Letting out a ragged breath, finally you whispered, “Why did you choose to date me, Jack? Why me, out of everyone? There are…so many women who are prettier and thinner and look good…”

For a moment he said nothing. It made him angry to think anyone had said something mean to you, but he was more in disbelief that someone had managed to tear down your self confidence and happiness so easily.

“Y/n, I want you to listen carefully,” Jack says softly, “You are beautiful. Every inch of you. There is nothing about you or your body that I do not adore. I don’t want a small girl. If I wanted a smaller girl, I would go date one. There is only one you and that is the woman I want.”

You let out a soft sob at his words, and buried your face into his shoulder. Jack cradled you, stroking your hair tenderly. “I’m in love with an angel, you know. She’s sexy, with these thick curves and this long hair and a smile that lights up a room,” he says softly, and he smiled softly as you cried harder, but he could see the smile tugging slightly at your lips at his mushy words. “She’s all I want. Your all I want.”

It was sweet of him. It took a bit, but finally you got yourself ready for the date. You calmed down a bit, and during dinner Jack spent the time talking to you about how perfect you were and what he’d fallen for.

From this point I have to try to make it a bit smaller cuz I’m just getting too out of hand, and taking too long writing this.

Genji:

The two of you started out as best friends before you began to date

You were the first one to make a move. You��d had a crush on him for awhile, and you wanted to know if he might feel the same way for you…so you mustered up the courage and asked him out.

You were prepared, for there was a good chance he’d say no. But to your surprise and delight, Genji agreed without hesitation.

At first, it didn’t feel like there was really any change to your relationship. The two of you weren’t acting any different, except for the shy glances you’d send him.

Then slowly, the two of you began to flirt more and more, and you’d be holding hands or cuddling. The closer you both became, the more you feel for each other.

You loved hugging Genji. Surprise hugs were your favorite, especially since it was hard to actually sneak up on him

Genji never had a problem with your weight, and commented often on how beautiful his girlfriend was. The first time you both made love, he worshipped every inch of you. You were so scared that he’d hate looking at your body, especially when he saw the stretch marks

But he lavished you in love and could only remark on how despite thinking you couldn’t get any more gorgeous, he had been proven wrong.

One time Zarya tried to convince you to join her gym program, saying that it would help you lose weight. After dating Genji so long, you found that you had a renewed sense of confidence in yourself, and that you loved the body he obviously cherished

“No thank you,” you’d said to her, and before you could convince her, a second pair of arms had slid around your waist out of no where. Giggling, you realize he had caught you in his own surprise hug.

“I second that,” he says, hands stroking your waist as he pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “I like her just the way she is.”

Unable to come up with any better excuse, Zarya had left the two of you alone and Genji had taken you back to his room. As the two of you got into bed, ready for another tender round…

“Are you sure?” you asked softly, staring up at him. Your cheeks were pink, still unused to how to felt to show your naked form to him. Did he ever doubt his decision to be with you?

“Sure about what? About you?” he asks, before he gives you a rakish smile and presses kisses along your collar bone. “Always. I’ve never been more sure about anything or anyone in my life.” There was no hesitation in his answer.

Your heart melted when hearing such things from him.

Reaper:

The two of you started dating one night in Overwatch, before he became Reaper.

The women of Overwatch and Blackwatch were desperately for a break and some kind of celebration. So together, they had come up with a party to have at the base for everyone to attend.

Gabe had noticed you weeks and weeks before. You were cute, he thought, and he liked how shy you were. But more, he liked your kindness. You were always carrying around gifts for others, or helping others when they were sad.

The night of the dance, Gabe finally decided to go. The party was outside, and was huge. Lights were everywhere, a few tables with food off to the side. Music played and in the middle was the dance floor. Even Winston was dancing, Tracer giggling as she followed in suit.

His eyes scanned the crowd as he grabbed a glass of punch, downing it quickly. Where were you…

When his eyes found you, his heart raced wildly in his chest. You sat off to the side, wearing a long straight black dress that hugged your waist and thighs. You looked beautiful and wore a white coat that suited the dress.

No one sat with you, and he could see you looking longingly at the dance floor. How you wished someone would dance with you, or even sit and chat with you…you worked as one of the many assistants in the base.

Gabe, after a moment of getting a grip on himself, managed to pull himself together and walked over, wearing a dress shirt and pants, and even a red tie.

When you saw him, your cheeks flushed and you looked shocked as he stood before you and offered you a hand. “Hey,” he said, giving you a crooked grin. “Um…care to dance?”

For a moment you stared at his hand. Then you let out a breath and took it, letting him lead you to the dance floor. You were surprised when his hands cupped your full waist, and he pulled you right against him without any kind of hesitation.

“Your confident,” you managed, managing a smile. Were most men as gorgeous as he was?

“Have to be, otherwise I have no chance with women as beautiful as you,” Gabe said with a wink, twirling you around.

Letting out a laugh, you were surprised by his words. “As beautiful as me? That’s not hard. I guess your just warming up for the prettier girls, right? Lets see…” you looked around, before pointing at a blonde you knew was a medic. “She looks like more your type.”

Gabe glanced over. “Angela? No. Not my type. Too mom-like. I like girls with spunk and a bit of meat on their bones,” Gabe said. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him quizzically. Was he joking??

“I doubt it. Men who look like you don’t date girls like me. You probably don’t even know who I am,” you said, shaking your head. “Or my age or what I do for a living-”

“Don’t call me a stalker, but your y/n. You are twenty seven and you work as one of Winstons many assistants in the computer labs,” Gabe says and pauses, before smiling sheepishly. “This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed you. Its just the first time I’ve been able to ask you to dance.”

It stunned you. The man knew who you were, what your name was. He’d taken the time to find out before this evening…he had planned this all along?

“Oh,” you breathed.

“So, um….what do you say about me taking you out to dinner sometime?” he asked, still dancing with you even when the song has ended. “Would you consider-”

“Yes,” you say immediately, your heart beating wildly.

A grin spread across his face. “Perfect. So, um, I plan to dance with you all evening…hope you don’t mind. I just don’t get this lucky often,” he says and winks at you.

With a soft laugh, you twirled once more in his arms. “Neither do I,” you murmur softly.

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soprana-snap · 7 years

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Blue Moon

Happy Halloween!

I’ll be reblogging my Stray series and hope to post A Little Magic today or by the end of the week. Stay safe this All Hallow’s Eve.

#Fun Fact: A blue moon is caused by dust particles in the atmosphere making it look blue. Another definition is a second full moon in a month. A full moon on Halloween is a blue moon. The next full moon on Halloween will be in 2020. .

They say that everyone has two wolves inside them: a good and an evil. The good represents all the hope, love, and positive. The evil, everything negative like hate, envy, self doubt. They are at war, clawing and snarling in every person.

It is also said that the one that is fed regularly is the one that wins.

Her mother didn’t exactly tell her about the wolves, mostly because Lucy was afraid of the Big Bad Wolf in the stories, but she did tell her of the battle between good and evil: Letting love win, always.

Love, trust, acceptance, and hope.

It was how Lucy tried to live her life, even after her Mama’s death.

However, old tales of wolves and good vs. evil never revealed truths; exact, crystal clear truths. Lucy loved fairy tales for the good story and the morals behind them. She also loved wise tales.

Halloween was just a normal day for her when she was young. Her Papa never let her go out trick-or-treating but her Mama and her had dress-up parties and put on plays. Together, they raided the kitchens with silk pillowcases, bringing joy to the chefs as each one put a treat inside. It wasn’t normal, but it was enough for Lucy. There weren’t many children around her gated neighborhood, most of the neighbors too successful or busy for parenting.

But, this time, Halloween was special, very special.

Her first year of college had been going well, classes a drag but she expected as much as an honors student. Most of her time was devoted to studying or doing projects to succeed at her 18 credit load. Honestly, she missed sleeping.

What made today of all days special was her friends. Back in August, when she had no knowledge of the town or of the dorm, Lucy was certain she’d be alone like all the other times. That was when she met Levy, her roommate. A diligent looking, blue haired girl with kind eyes and a bright smile. It wasn’t what she expected but they got along fine.

Then Levy introduced her to Erza and Lisanna, who then introduced Gray and Natsu, who then introduced Gajeel and Loke…

It kind of got out of hand. In the week before classes even started, Lucy had met about half of her future graduating class AND half of the class before them. Lucy would never dare complain about having too many friends but it took effort and careful balancing to maintain them and school.

Especially Natsu.

If she had to chose one word to describe him, it would be loyal.

Another would be obnoxious but she liked to be positive.

As a fire science major, she expected more reserve from him, but then he wouldn’t be Natsu, her best friend. The best friend that likes to break into her dorm and steal her hot chocolate packets.

Anyway, one of her friends-

It was exciting just thinking about them

-was throwing a halloween party.

Plus, this halloween was during a full moon! A halloween under a blue moon. A smile came to her lips.

It quickly fell, however, once she recalled one thing wrong.

She was lost in the woods, on this special Halloween night using the moon as her light, looking for her lost best friend.

The party started off well enough. She and Levy arrived late, about five o'clock, to see everyone else already there. The music wasn’t too loud, the snacks were full, and everyone was in costumes. A grand old time, as her grandfather would put it.

Having a blast, eating enough candy to regret later, and trying not to fall into one of Cana’s pranks, she was sure this was a halloween she would never forget.

It didn’t escape her notice that some of her friends were acting a little weird, Natsu in particular. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t fighting with Gray. He kept checking the clock or frantically asking the time after only moments had passed since the last he questioned. It was passable with Gajeel, who was crankier than usual. It was out of sorts for Natsu.

She asked him if he was feeling sick and his eyes looked darker as he shrugged.��

“Something like that.” he had replied gruffly, scratching at his head far more vigorously than she'd ever seen.

He started pacing right before sunset, looking more frazzled and agitated than she ever remembered seeing him.

Then, just as everyone started shouting ‘Happy Halloween’ and tossing candy, he bolted like a racehorse out of the gates. She wasn’t sure how he moved so quickly but the next second he was out in the yard, leaping the fence and vanishing into the woods. She only saw the flash of his red dragon tail on his costume disappear over the fence as she gave chase.

Trust the fire science major to out parkour the english major.

It took her a total of 30 seconds after calling his name and starting a scene before trying to clamber up after him. It took her twice as long to get to the top, her boots slipping on the metal. Jeez, how many rumors is she going to have to deal with tomorrow?

The chain links sliced at her sleeve, catching her bicep with a sharp trail that immediately began to bubble with spots of blood. Ignoring the throb of pain, she hoisted her body over the fence, nearly eating it as she fell on the other side. Then she ran through the woods blindly, not thinking about anything but finding Natsu before something bad happened to him. Never mind she was now also lost in the woods.

An owl hooted overhead, startling Lucy from her deep thoughts. Night had fallen now, the moon still rising above the canopy of the trees. Maybe it was because it was All Hallows’ Eve but Lucy had the major creeps.

It felt like she was being watched.

Her skin tingled as she could feel a pair of eyes on her, her hands pulling her red cloak closer. It was all so laughable. She dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and then got herself lost in the woods.

“Hello?” she called out, turning her head left and right. “Natsu?”

Silence answered her, a soft breeze rustling the branches of the trees. The colorful leaves on the ground began to flutter, some taking flight into the shadows. Some crunched, sounding like a gunshot in the silence.

“Who’s there?” she snapped sharply, whirling around so fast that her cloak nearly tripped her.

The wind died down, revealing the soft noise of a twig snapping, a low rumble following.

Lucy swallowed thickly, feeling a bead of sweat trailed down her temple. Okay, so something was out there, watching her. Her self defense course never covered getting stalked by animals in the woods but she assumed it was the same principle.

“If you're some creep, I think you should just go back to where you came from. I don’t have time to deal with you. My friend is missing.” She hoped her voice sounded as fierce as she was trying to make it sound. If it came down to it, Natsu could handle himself in the woods. She wasn’t made to fight cougars or wolves.

Her heart seized and her back ached from how she tensed at the answering growl from the shadows, just feet from her left and behind a tree.

Okay, it was time to leave Natsu’s ass in the woods.

She shifted, moving to step away but froze when a hoarse voice spoke into the dark night.

“...L...Lucy?” It was rough, but almost certainly Natsu’s voice.

“Oh my gosh thank goodness-” she breathed, clutching her cloak over her heart and sighing. That much bravery and bluffing had to have made her lose about five pounds in sweat alone! “I was worried-”

She heard a breath, much deeper and huskier than she ever heard, like the snort of a horse...or the sneeze of a large dog. Was there something else out there? Oh, she hoped not.

“You...shouldn’t have come.” Natsu said then, absolutely no mirth or typical light in his tone. He sounded...exhausted? Scolding her wasn’t in his repertoire, but he was now.

That made her blood boil.

“Excuse me? When you run off like that, of course I’m going to follow! I was worried about you!” Now she was yelling in the middle of a forest, in the dark. If any creatures didn’t know they were here, they knew now.

Her scolding echoed for a while before silence returned, Lucy straining her ears to hear anything of the man hiding in the shadows.

There was a shift behind the tree and then Natsu sighed in that deep way once more. “Thanks Lucy. For everything, really. You’re always looking out for me.” The wind came again, shifting the branches to cast fleeting moonlight on the base of the trunk, and the illuminated shadow behind. “But you need to go back. I’ll be behind you soon.”

“Uh, no? I’m not leaving you in the woods when you have an 8am class tomorrow!” If he was thinking about skipping because he had a late night in the woods doing whatever he was doing, he had another thing coming.

“Lucy, leave.” Natsu barked. Literally barked the last word.

Her legs burned from how fast and hard she leaped back, hitting a tree in her haste. “Natsu?” she whispered, clutching the cloak tighter around her. Fear froze her as she listened to the quiet, yet unmistakable sounds of his panting. Panting.

Her feet went on autopilot. One step after another, she circled the tree at a fair distance, eyes fixated on the shadow under the overhanging branches. Speckles of moonlight filtered down, dotting the figure once hidden to her.

It wasn’t connecting. The dots weren't adding up. Natsu had pink hair...not russet. Natsu had hair on his head...not his entire body.

He was a man...not a fluffy, long snouted animal with claws and fangs. But, that was what was behind the tree that his voice came from.

Dark eyes watched her in horror as she stared, maw parted to reveal a mouth full of teeth. Standing on four legs, a wolf stared at her with the equivalent of a ‘deer in the headlights’ look. It was huge, around the size of a motorcycle, and it had familiar onyx eyes.

“Oh...my God-” she whispered, hands moving to her mouth as her jaw dropped.

The wolf, however possible, looked even more panicked, turning to her and spoke, “Don’t freak out!”

It was Natsu’s voice.

Lucy was certain she lost her damn mind, believing that a talking wolf and Natsu had anything in common.

She took a step back, then another. The wolf made to follow, pausing when she inhaled sharply. “Okay, take a deep breath Lucy. You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.”

True. She was absolutely having a panic attack right now. There wasn’t enough air in the world to help stop her dazed dizziness, her throat hurting from breathing hard and fast.

“Oh my God, you’re a damn furry.” she wailed in horror, stepping back and shrieking when her boot caught on something, sending her tumbling back.

Pain erupted in the back of her head, Natsu’s cry of her name muffled and tinted with slight offense.

Good. Because being a werewolf was okay...being a damn furry was not. That was the last thought she managed before the world was lost to her.

The End

P.S: Did you really think I would write a serious Halloween fic? Trick or treat, you got the TRICK!

#nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #happy halloween #my writing

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ichoiheedong · 7 years

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RIDE ME [BTS JUNGKOOK]pt.10

bts member : jungkook x reader

Genre: angst /smut

rated mature : but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream !

the weather was cold outside when you stepped out , jungkook was wearing his cloves as he walked next to you both took your suit case and headed to the car

he didn’t said that much not even told you where he was heading and you weren’t going to ask any way it felt awkward how cold his gazes were as like as last night was a dream and as you recognized the road you started to feel it was

a dream !

Your body was still aching and you were still feeling awkward but you couldn't tell if it was really true! all you thought about this morning when he told you to get ready that he was planning to go somewhere with you well isn't this what all newly weds do !! but the car was rolling the road heading back to the ranch and you didn't dare to say any thing You couldn't ask him why how and what was going on you were just resting on your seat inhaling his scent mixed with the air until the car stopped

“ you’re finally here again y/N he suddenly let out and you looked to your side

“yeah i’m here

“isn’t this what you wanted i’m happy i kept my word and starring today no one could take you away from here

you grinned sweetly thanking him when one of the worker was coming towards you

“welcome Sir , welcome Mrs congratulation

“thank you so much , how was things going here “

“every thing as usual sir every thing is on point

“great tell every one we have a meeting this afternoon

“sure have a nice day day

jungkook ended his conversation and you both made your way to the inside

you stopped to take off your coat as you reached the hall way

“welcome Mrs Jeon “ Elsa said and your lips parted slightly it was awkward days ago your name was y/N a normal worker here just some one who enjoyed life with this people but now the huge gap was making you uncomfortable and you didn’t like it

“sir every thing is ready as you ordered i hope you will like it “

“ i do like every thing grandma and Mrs Haeyon do in here so of course i will really like it , c’mon y/N we need to rest

you nodded and followed him to where he headed and your eyes got wider when you saw he passed the second floor

“it’s our new place , normally this floor was where i will stay after i get married i don’t know all the details because jimin’s mother did every thing ,this is your home too make your self comfortable too he said before opening the room and you stepped in right before he did

jungkook entered and closed the door

the room was breath taking it was just like the old manor designed in such a great way so wide and full of furniture but it was placed in a great way

you were always fond of white and simple furniture and decoration but this place feels like it was made for a queen

it was too much but not for jungkook as you remembered his room was as wide as this and very well decorated

you were looking around searching for your new closet or the dressing section , you wanted to change into some fluffy cardigan and sleep

jungkook was ready to go out when you quit the dressing he was wearing his black pants and a leather jacket

“where are you going “?? you asked stepping towards him

“i have many works to do i spent many day doing nothing in Seoul so i need to see how things going on here

“oh you let out , and what about me ?? you looked up meeting his eyes to be honested you didn’t look at him properly after last night so it felt shy to do now

“what about you he repeated ?

“when can i go back to my work , i have to get ready for the competition

jungkook chuckled smugly “ there is no work for you with workers right now Mrs jeon “he deadly said and left

you gulped as he left you astonished , the way he said Mrs Jeon , gosh !! you almost forget that but why can’t you go back to your work you frowned hands clinched hard and your face was heating

you sat on the edge of your new king sized bed ,still didn’t know what to do is he trying to make you one of his puppet or just a nice vase in this pretty place the house wife or something like that did he forget why did you do all this for !!

you couldn’t really wait until he came back , it was late in the afternoon and he still didn’t show up

you changed to your coat and ran out skipping the stairs

“hey Elsa did you see jungkook ?? “

“oh yeah he is in the side office right now

“oh thank you “

welcome Mrs”

you stopped looking at her

“my name is y/N you said smiling and ran out the door

you didn’t even think twice when you reached the back yard it was calm but you were in hurry to think that there is no body there and you broke into the office panting

your eyes dropped on jungkook sitting in his big seat and all the workers where there if you got it right it was a meeting and you just broke into the place like a fool

“i’m so sorry , i didn’t know you’re working here”

“what’s going on with you ? why are you in hurry” jungkook let out leaving his seat towards you he tried to look cool and act cool but you could see how serious he was

“ i .. i was i just wanted to ask you about something , i will come back later

you said and rushed out

hurrying again to the mansion, all of them were there gathering expect you , you weren’t really important any more

you cried hard as you hugged you pillow soaking it with your hot tears until you drifted to sleep , you slept for so long because your eyes were tired and when you woke up jungkook was sitting next to you he was supporting his chin with his palm waiting for you to wake up

“did you slept well he whispered and you closed your eyes again his soft whisper seemed like haven and you slightly sighed before opening your eyes again

“ why didn’t you tell me about the meeting am i not allowed to be there any more ?

“ you’re my wife park y/N don’t you really understand that! do you think it’s good for me as the master here to send you to work again with all the workers in here every body got a position

you sat up brushing your hair “but that’s what i’m here for jungkook , you know how much i like doing that you know how fond i am of this job

“i know i’m not depriving you of riding any horse , you can do what ever you want here but as my wife i don’t really want to discuss this again, you wanted to be here and i afford this but this what it costed “he ended up as he pressed on your shoulder

you wanted to cry or to pinch the wall or hit him but you couldn’t move , he was gently touching you and you melt not knowing how to react should you let out the tears or just wait him to go out and blow your eyes out

that’s it , every thing in this life has a price and you thought you will be the happiest girl ever , jungkook was yours , you were living here doing what you wanted but it wasn’t like that the sweet pink dream you had was just a hallucination the kisses you shared with him felt like it was nothing as he talked as he looked at you and that made you scared

jungkook was so sweet when he came to Seoul but now he just returned to be that cold jerk again you actually didn’t care if he did because finally you’re back again but what ached your heart and chocked you you were back a different person some one every one here will bow when he saw her , and every one he will just not talk to her as usual

thoughts kept disrupting your night as you were lonely ,you didn’t know where could jungkook be as he left to see some one after he spoke to you

it was late and cold outside you couldn’t understand how could he bear all this pressure alone jimin was still in Seoul with his family

you couldn’t sleep rolling in your big bed last night memories were that last thing you wanted to remember but you couldn’t wipe them it was the first time you shared intimacy with some one and shared a bed with him so even you felt hurt all you wanted now to know where jungkook was and your heart raced hearing him walking around it was his scent

jungkook shrugged off his leather jacket and headed to change he tried to be calm as he saw your little frame into the bed sheets

you could feel all his moves and hear him but you tried to stay as calm as you could when you felt him laying down on the bed next to you

few minutes passed as jungkook was here next to you he was breathing regularly and you couldn’t stop your self , you turned gently to your left side

“why are you so late ? “ you hissed as you looked to his face it was dark but you could feel he was finally looking at you

“you’re awake ? i’m sorry did i awake you

“no ,

“ i had many papers to check and i didn’t feel the time “

“but it’s cold and you need to rest why are you killing your self

you heard him chuckling as he slipped his hand under your waist so he could place you closer you immediately rested on his chest

“i’m fine let’s just sleep tomorrow is a long day “he said as he gently rubbed on your back

jimin and his mother came finally leaving his grandmother there she wanted to spend some days with her siblings in Seoul every thing was normal expect your life you were always alone as you didn’t know what to do you went so many times for few rounds around the ranch but working with the men and jimin in the yard was really fun and you missed that

Ermeland was the first person you saw this morning as you stepped out the door she was coming out the black car which means she came back again

you saw her obvious smirk as she stepped towards you

“aww i didn’t think i will see you here honestly i thought jungkook will choose you over his files and took you to a honey moon

your lips parted she was making fun of you

“ of course he will take her ,don’t bother your self and mind your own business “ it was jimin’s voice he showed up in the right time to save you

“oh good morning jimin “ she said sweetly “

“you have a lot of work Ermeland go ahead

she stormed in as she closed the main door and you immediately threw your self in jimin’s hand

“don’t cry i know jungkook shouldn’t be this ignoring but he is so pressed this period of the year

“ no problem “

“c’mon y/N let’s go to the stable it’s not snowy today we can go outside

“yeah i want that so bad , i missed being around

“yeah i see this you’re fond of coaching and it’s hard for you to do nothing do you want me to go talk with jungkook , i really don’t know why he is doing this to you he really trust all the workers and they all respect you

“he said i’m his wife and i can’t be one of them “

“ well he isn’t that wrong y/N but i’m sure there is a way to solve this let’s just have a nice Christmas celebration this days and we will solve this later

jungkook life was going on normally and as usual his assistant was always around ,you couldn’t say any thing about that you wanted to trust him but seeing her giggling or hearing her voice from afar killed you she was trying to tease you every time and you couldn’t do any thing or ask about any thing

you sighed , finally deciding to go out and see the mare ,every body was having his holiday so the atmosphere was calm

“hey Bel you said smiling

“oh hi Mrs how are you

“fine where is Elisabeth i want to check it

“go on we just feed them , sure lisa is sleeping now

you chuckled and continued your way to the inside when your phone buzzed and it turned to be your dad

you talked about many things and he asked you to come over to celebrate the eve with him , you know he was alone so you really wanted to say yes but you couldn’t knowing that jungkook could refuse so you headed to the office to talk to him

“ i already told you to stop “

“but why baby? i know you just married her for your mother sake so why not we’re great together

“stop Ermy it’s not the right time please

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing your hand froze on the door knob and you wanted to throw up but you backed up

“y/N ah why are you out jimin was standing next to you

“huh , oh yeah i was thinking about some thing you said trying to act normally

“oh i’m going to see jungkook too c’mon

jimin pressed the know b and came in and you followed him ,but this time she was sitting in her seat not on his lap and thanks god she didn’t because jimin was there too

“hey guys ,

“y/N is every thing ok? jungkook asked as he looked up to your pale face

“yeah i just wanted to ask you if i could go to Seoul in the Christmas eve my dad will be alone

jungkook frowned , why shall you go there? just ask him to come we will be happy to have him around

“yeah great y/N jungkook is right

“ i don’t know i will ask him then you said and hurried up to the outside not even gave that bitch a look

and for your good luck your dad accepted the invitation and he said he will came tomorrow

you hung up after calling him pressing on your phone Ermeland was right every one was right jungkook didn’t get married he just bought in new puppet ...

#jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #bts smut #jungkook smut #kpop scenarios #jungkookmasterlist #bts masterlist #bts fanfic #jungkook imagines #btsimagine #fanficwriter

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vinku-iikku · 7 years

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I participated in this year’s inktober challenge, if you want to just see the art please go here, and if you want to know what, why and how and some backgrounds behind each one, please have a look at the text under the cut.

I chose to use the official 2017 inktober prompts because I had a hard time finding others that’d suit my needs (I found plenty for couples and very specific ones, I wanted something more abstract), I picked a character I like and to make it interesting an OC of the day too:

The bird (that carries you over a disproportionately small gab) is a practice on consistency and staying on ’model’, the weird bird accompanying it is practise on creativity and getting out of my comfort zone. Both can act as trying new stuff with inking.

Why that bird? I’ll make a separate post about it in a moment.

I used a basic pencil for sketching, and Staedtler pigment liner 0,1mm for inking, all the drawings are on a regular notebook meant for keeping notes I guess. The blog and all posts were made through the tumblr app. I only edited the pictures with crop, making them b&w(the notebook is kind of yellowish white) and added brightness, they are all kind of huge files compared to their size offline.

1. ”swift” Here it starts! It’s very obvious here that I got inspired by the sillier art in Doodle Doods, my original aim was to make one ’normal’ drawing of the bird, and another of the same bird that is way more extreme, gave up on that the second day. I had no idea where to put thicker lines yet as you can see especially on the weird bird.

2. ”divided” Right on second day got a theme for which I couldn’t come up with a good idea. The bird is disagreeing with the weird bird, and the disproportionately small gap divides the amount of birds on screen. Still have very little idea where heavier lines should go here.

3.”poison” Original idea for the weird bird was a bird that’s swum through a thick oil spill in the sea and got it’s wings ripped off, but then I decided I don’t want to draw any gore this month. I’m not sure how it looks like but the bird is supposed to be slipping on the oil on the ground. The holes in the black were supposed to be shiny parts of the oil, but look more like holes.. Accidentally figured out here that making thicker outlines looks good.

4. ”underwater” First thing that got inked was the water, I’m surprised I got it that straight without a ruler. Here’s where I realised I can make varying thickness on the wings of the weird bird, the fluffy side is one time ink, the other side twice the ink to make it thicker.

5. ”long” Original idea was to make the weird bird long-necked lesser dog -style, but then I ended up experimenting with different line styles instead.

6.”sword” It’s a bird-monster with a toy sword vs. sword-monster with a toy bird. Place your bets. Toy sword blade I drew with a ruler, the sword-monster got freehanded, and it shows. Bended uneven knives make harder healing cuts.

7.”shy” Trying out different kinds of curves this day, also first try on making small patterns with the flowers.

8.”crooked” I thought for a while what objects there are in the Waterfall area that could look crooked, the umbrella bucket was the only thing that came to mind. I looked at pixel art of it and tried to get a 3D effect to it, ended up making it metallic-looking instead...

9.”screech” I didn’t want to draw the bird with its mouth open, so looked at Google Translate for any hint of other meanings for the word. Turns out most of the examples were of cars for some reason, but that one sentence stood out so I drew it. That’s Donald Duck’s car, drew it from memory and apparently the part I remember best from it is the wheels.

10.”gigantic” Another harder topic, in the end tried to make an Attack of the Titans reference (I don’t watch the show at all).

11.”run” Tried several effects to make it look like they are going fast, they are supposed to be racing on a highway.

12.”shattered” As soon as I saw the theme I knew I wanted to try draw glass shards, the mirror was added so there’d be a reason the shards are stuck to the ground like that. Another idea was a broken egg, I wish I hadn’t given the egg shells the stronger lines, they looked way better without.

13.”teeming” This was the first to not be made on the day it was supposed to, I was out all day and got home on the morning of the next day. I had to look up this word, apparently it’s used on heavy rain and swarms of insects? The weird bird is inspired by an amalgamate.

14.”fierce” Only thing I could think of is that the bird was fiercely protecting something, here it’s a moldsmal that got hit by someone (that’s supposed to be a bandage on its top). I looked at several videos of aggressive ducks to find a correct pose for the weird bird.

15.”mysterious” Another one that got done next day from when it should’ve, wanted to get a translation done instead. I couldn’t think of anything that’d be mysterious, so drew the weirdest thing I could think of.

16.”fat” I remember seeing some documentary where an animator said chubby characters are the most fun to animate... The look of the bird is inspired by kekeflipnote animations.

17.”graceful” Samples of ’grace’ I could find were ballet-related, so here are two birds dancing. My hand was extra shaky on this day for some reason, it felt like a battle to ink the weird bird.

18.”filthy” Trying fast shaky movement again since the first day drawing, this one worked better I think. also trying out different levels and shades of grime.

19.”cloud” I was really tired that day, drew my biggest fantasy there. Clouds are my favourite natural phenomena, I can stare at the huge fluffy ones for a long time, especially at sunrise or sunset. This was the first one I drew at the kitchen table where I get proper support form my hand, all else up to this point were drawn hunched over the notebook while sitting on a sofa.

20.”deep” Drew the first idea that came to mind, the bottom of the well. I toyed a lot with different levels of shading, still missed a few stones it seems... The perspective was fun to plan! Another one at the kitchen table, I took many progress pictures because I constantly felt like I’d end up shading something wrong and ruin the whole thing.

21. ”furious” How is this different from ”fierce” earlier? I guess it’s more aggressive..? But it’s hard to add more anger to the birds face so I guess the weird bird takes care of that side.

22. ”trail” Immediately thought of footprints. The bird’s holding a magnifying glass, though it looks like a mirror here.

23. ”juicy” All I could think of was fruit juice. Making fruit juice with bare hands (wings?) is a nod to Oofuri, the bird’s gotta have some amazing wing strength to be able to carry people. I made a lot of tiny mistakes while inking, but as a whole they don’t stand out as much as I thought. Weird.

24. ”blind” The weird bird is some sort of fog-monster, but I’m not sure how well it shows. The rippled-effect was super fun to do!

25. ”ship” This prompt was a delight to draw! The paper-hat and boat are made of newspaper, the latter is for bigger monsters, it almost says ’pharaoh’ in Finnish at one place, otherwise it’s just random letters. The water-effect is building on what I learned on the second day, and adding more on the surface. The weird bird’s eye is another window where a tiny monster peeks out.

26. ”squeak” Original idea was mouse dress-up, but then this happened. The instrument is a flute that’s apparently called a ’recorder’ in English, if you blow at it with full force like that it makes a high-pitched squeak-sound (trust me, I have one).

27. ”climb” This day I went on a super long walk since the first snow of winter fell. It was super fun! But I was exhausted in many ways after. The weird bird might be scheming some trick there, idk.

28. ”fall” Acme-style umbrella fall with the weird bird, and the bird falls to the rescue!

29. ”united” Well I could avoid making the bird carry anyone up to this point... here’s united effort to get across together! This is a reference to what Undyne says about the bird in the game, it flew her over when she was a kid. This doesn’t look like it’d take over an hour, but I’m sure there were a lot of failed attempts with almost drowning. I think Undyne is sort of what Pippi Långstrump would be like as an adult, so she has pigtails. Would’ve added the socks too but webbed feet seemed cooler to me.

30. ”found” Pulled this one from the feeling when you find something weird and oh no it’s a bird’s nest and here comes the parent!

31. ”mask” Masks are cool. I like the jokes where there’s a mask under a mask, or the mask is exactly what the actual face looks like. This one has only been cropped(i.e. there’s no colour edits), it pictures all my tools too.

#myart

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kiss-me-im-plegian · 7 years

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What type of clothes does your character like to wear?

Fucking hell. I hope everyone pulls up a goddamn seat, because this is going to take forever. The general gist is going to be that AVERSA LOVES CLOTHES???? LIKE A LOT…… Fashion is a huge interest for her, so it’s not a matter of WHAT she likes to wear as much as WHEN she likes to wear it.

Judging by her default outfit, we can definitely assume that Aversa’s taste in clothes are usually provocative and elaborate. But that’s just how she dresses I’d say anywhere from 30-40% of the time. She mainly only dresses in stuff like that if she’s looking to catch someone’s eye or show off what a big shot she is, since those are definitely the clothes to be expected from Plegian nobility.

These clothes make her feel important and powerful, since she definitely sees her sexuality as a weapon to be used against men. Expect to see her wear stuff with a TON of midriff, cleavage, and leg when she’s in her powertrip mood. Also tons of little accents like sequins, feathers, fur, heavy makeup, and jewelry can be expected as well. She tends to wear stuff like this when she’s going to seedy bars (or, if such a thing exists in the FE World, dance clubs).

But since she wears these clothes to feel powerful and not just when she wants to hook up with someone, it would be a mistake to think she automatically wants dick because she’s wearing it. Always ask before touching her or else she’ll probably literally curse your gonads off.

The second classification of outfits she wears is elegant wear. Stuff like ball gowns, and occasionally even suits tickle her fancy when she’s going to formal, high class events. While she still likes showing a bit of leg, back, and cleavage, these outfits are much more understated and have less flashy shit. She still wears some jewelry and makeup as well, but much less of it, and they tend to stand out less as well. (So instead of black or bright red lipstick, she’d go for a deep wine red that better blends in with her skin tone).

Third classification of outfits is casual wear. Stuff she throws on to run some errands without looking like a complete hot mess. If she were in a modern AU, this is where skinny jeans and a t shirt would come into play, but seeing as this is Fire Emblem Land, I have to admit I’m not 100% certain what casual wear would look like for a young lady. I feel like she’d have some reservations about dressing in complete peasant gear (she finds most of the materials kind of itchy and uncomfortable), so something a little above that? Maybe a knee-length skirt and button up blouse idk. Makeup is stuff she slaps on in 5 minutes, tops. Some eyeliner, maybe a little bit of lip gloss, and done. Time to get some fuckin’ eggs and milk.

Final category would be comfort wear, which very few people have ever observed her in. Even when she was a soldier in Chrom’s army, she’d come out of her tent looking like she’s about to compete in RuPaul’s Drag Race every single day. So if you see her like this, you’ve either invaded her privacy or she’s just that comfortable with you.

She sleeps almost naked, but she usually has bed clothes that she wears around her living space because she’s not going to walk around with her bits hanging out like a goddamn savage. She prefers really soft and plush material – i feel like she’d be the type to have a fluffy bathrobe and slippers in every goddamn color of the rainbow. Also pajamas. Maybe even feety pajamas. THEY’RE COMFORTABLE, OKAY. IT’S LIKE WEARING A FUCKING HUG.

Also included in this group is stuff she wears while training or working out. She’s got a figure to upkeep, and that takes work, but if you think she’s going to willingly sweat in her good clothes, you’ve got another thing coming. These would be the closest things to peasant clothing she’d ever wear – trousers made for dudes twice her size (it would be the only pair big enough to fit around her hips, so she wears the bottoms rolled up), some flannel shirts, etc etc. No makeup – not even the base level stuff, and even her hair would probably be a mess. Please don’t ever catch her like this if you don’t have at least a level 8 friendship card with her. She’ll probably kick your ass and feed you to her massive black beast of a pegasus.

Since fashion is such a huge interest for her, a good bit of the clothes she wears she makes herself. I definitely think she made her default clothes herself. Sometimes she’ll even make copies of stuff people close to her wear, so if you see her rocking your style down the street one day, assume it’s because she likes you a lot. Anyone she abhorred she wouldn’t try to copy.

#lays on ground #here have a fucking essay #ooc #about the muse #headcanons #Anonymous

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years

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Our First and Last (Ch. 7)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 |

Ch. 11| Ch. 12 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Soulmate Au, Scifi

Words: 3.3K

“Hobi, thank you so much for driving me, I am so nervous right now,” You wipe your clammy hands on your thighs as you sit in the passenger’s seat of Hoseok’s car. You were so glad he offered to drive you to Dr. Jeon’s lab because you would be running late otherwise, and being late on the first day would be a horrible way to start off and not to mention leave the most undesirable lasting impression.

“Hey, no prob, I wanted to meet this guy anyways” Hoseok says, head still turn towards the road in front. He was wearing his sunglasses, so you could only see the upward curve of his lips as he grins.

Traffic wasn’t too bad since most people were already at work around 10 in the morning.

When the two of you arrive, you see that it was a huge hospital building that looked very new and modern, with parts of the walls made of glass. The windows reflected the bright sunlight, and there were potted flowers and other shrubs near the main entrance. A round fountain with an abstract design was flowing with shallow water, and people were walking in and out of the automatic revolving door. It definitely seemed like a busy place.

“Whaa” Hoseok looks around in awe as the two of you walk in.

“His lab is on the 7th floor,” You say as you and Hoseok walk towards the elevator.

“Hey, do you think I can apply for an internship at this hospital? I think it’ll look good on my Med school application.” Hoseok says as the two of you walk down the hall. Hoseok was clearly amazed by the layout of the building, and you could tell he really liked it by gleam in his eyes and the excitement in his voice.

“Yeah, go for it! Then we can maybe even see each other sometimes!” You exclaim, forgetting about your nerves for a couple of seconds, but that doesn’t last long as the two of you close in on the lab entrance.

They were a pair of double doors, reminiscent of most biological labs, and on the wall to the side was a plaquer that had the words:

Dr. Jeon Jungkook MD-PhD Cognitive Neuroscience

You take a deep breath, trying to quell your pounding heart. Hoseok puts a hand on your shoulder, knowing how nervous you must be feeling.

When you push open the doors, you are immediately greeted with the smell of sterilization fluids combined with a faint whiff of various chemicals. The light in the lab room is white, and the room is very spacious, with rows and rows of bottles, petri dishes, flasks, and boxes of newly ordered supplies. There were a couple of scientists dressed in their lab coats, pipetting liquids into test tubes, others working under the hold for either maintaining cell cultures or working with hazardous chemicals, and a few sitting at desks, hard at work on their computers. There were the loud noises coming from large freezers in the back, and you even notice a whole area dedicated to different types of microscopes.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Dr. Jeon Jungkook” You say to one of the researchers closest to the door.

“New student?” She asks, removing her gloves and shaking your hand as you nod. “He’s in his office, come” She guides you and Hoseok past the neuroscience lab where it was connected to another lab, in which you recognize as a genetics lab from the obvious PCR machines and the gel electrophoresis equipment set up. You finally reach an area where there is carpeting on the floor and some office rooms.

“Dr. Jeon, your new student has arrived” She announces after she knocks on the already opened door to his office.

You notice that the office room is very tidy; especially for a researcher since most of the time they don’t bother to keep their workspace neat. But then you remember that Dr. Jeon is also a neurosurgeon, which requires him to be very meticulous and precise. There’s a window with its blinds open to the left of Dr. Jeon’s desk, revealing the baby blue sky with a few white and fluffy nimbus clouds here and there, and a plant, which looks to be a juxtaposition of succulents that form a mini forest, sitting on the windowsill in a glass fishbowl-like pot.

Your eyes glaze over the stacks of papers next to the printer, and the shelves of medical textbooks and science magazines on the wall opposite to the window. After slowly soaking in the details of his office, you finally let your eyes land on THE Dr. Jeon Jungkook, the guy that Hoseok and you have basically fangirled and fanboyed over for the past few weeks.

His shoulders are evidently broad, forming a 90-degree curve where his white lab coat continues to drape down. His hair is dark brown, verging on black, and neatly combed, bangs half parted to the side.

Dr. Jeon slowly turns around in his seat, head still facing the computer, eyes glued to the screen for an extra few seconds before they land on you.

And at that precise moment, it was like time lingered for an extra millisecond, as if something powerful had momentarily disrupted it’s normal flow, because you forgot to inhale, and your lungs were confused by the sudden drop in oxygen levels as your heart skipped half a beat. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before, and you barely hear Hoseok’s “wow” come out as a whisper, as the both of you watch Dr. Jeon get up from his seat and walk over to greet you.

His enchanting dark eyes were mesmerizing even behind his thin-rimmed glasses, and the size and shape of all of his facial features, including his full lips, thick eyebrows, and sculpted nose was the perfect ratio to the size and shape of his overall face, everything perfectly aligned, but with a flaw here and there, as if acting as a reminder that he’s still human.

“Y/N? Is it?” Jungkook says as he approaches you and Hoseok, reaching a hand out to offer a handshake.

He’s towering over the two of you now, long lean torso straight as a pole despite years of being crouched at a desk either studying or writing up research papers. You realize that if you look straight, your line of sight only reaches his chin, and although Hoseok is taller than you, he’s still a good few inches shorter than the neurosurgeon.

“Oh, uh yes. It’s very nice to meet you Dr. Jeon” You say, as professionally composed as you can manage. You reach out your own hand to shake his. Upon contact you’re immediately reminded of how cold and clammy your hand is because of the striking contrast to Jungkook’s warm and dry hands.

“And this is…?” Dr. Jeon turns and looks at Hoseok, who is standing next to you.

“I’m Jung Hoseok. Very impressed by the research you do, sir” Hoseok says, grabbing Dr. Jeon’s single hand with both of his own hands and shaking like he’s meeting some sort of celebrity.

Hoseok has this wide grin on his face, and Jungkook returns it with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, like he was just doing it to be polite.

Jungkook dismisses the female scientist and proceeds to show you around the lab. Hoseok is just quietly following behind, not wanting to be a bother but also curious to see the research going on.

“We share some of our equipment with Dr. Ryu’s genetics lab and vice versa,” Jungkook says as he leads you past the lab you previously walked through to get to his office.

“Here is where we maintain cell cultures for experimentation, and it’s also where we grow our own Purkinje cells from neuronal stem cells. Be extra careful when you’re dealing with these because environmental factors play a large role in the formation of their dendritic arbors.” Jungkook says as he continues taking you on a tour of the lab.

He ends up showing you almost everything, ranging from where they store fluorescent dyes to how to operate the confocal microscope with an argon laser. You listen intently trying to absorb all the information Jungkook is throwing at you, and mentally scold yourself for not bringing a notebook to write all of this down.

He finally ends the tour by bringing you to your work area, which is relatively empty compared to the other areas of the lab, except for a set of pipettes and a box of 1.7mL test tubes.

“I’ll go over the project with you tomorrow” Jungkook says, as he notices you’ve gone silent due to the sheer volume of information you have just been given.

“Ok, thank you Dr. Jeon” You say, the sound of your own voice seeming out of place after the long tour of only Jungkook talking and you just nodding your head while following him.

He nods and walks back to his office, leaving you standing there alone and wondering where in the world Hoseok has ran off to.

Your eyes flutter open and you look around the room in a daze. You hated taking naps. Naps always made you wake up, still feeling tired and twice as disoriented. Taking naps was never a thing you did on a regular basis, but ever since your treatment with Dr. Kim, they had become routine during your session, they were unavoidable.

“How long was I out?” You ask, rubbing your head and looking at Taehyung.

“Oh, I’d say about 20 minutes” Taehyung says, as he looks up form his notebook and sighing.

“So did anything happen while I was knocked out?”

“You mumbled a few indecipherable things, but other than that everything was quite normal. How do you feel?” Taehyung asks.

“More calm”

“Good. Did you remember anything?”

You shift on the couch, sitting up and trying to organize your thoughts.

“I think someone I met recently showed up in my dream this time.” You say, as you vaguely recall a pair of chocolate brown doe eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. “But then again, he feels like the same person who’s always been there in my dreams.”

“You mean, you’ve been dreaming of someone, and you didn’t know who they were until you met them in real life?” Taehyung asks.

You slowly nod, wondering how that’s even possible or maybe you’re just getting mixed up. Taehyung nods his head and purses his lips.

“You’re not going to tell me I have some clairvoyant ability are you?” You ask, looking at Taehyung with a doubtful expression.

Surprisingly Taehyung just laughs and shakes his head.

“Can’t come to that conclusion quite yet” He jokes. “But I’m curious, who is this person you’ve suddenly met in real life?”

“Um, he’s a professor I’m doing research under” You reply, feeling your cheeks flush. You didn’t know what had gotten into you lately, but Dr. Jeon has never left your mind since the first day you met him.

“I see” Taehyung nods.

“You don’t find any of it strange?” You ask, wondering why he’s so nonchalant, like it’s completely normal to dream about someone long before you ever met them.

“Isn’t it obvious that you might just be developing a crush on this guy?” Taehyung says, causing your mouth to drop and your eyes widen.

“But-what..how?” You try to form a coherent sentence, but fail as the embarrassment settles in as quickly as the heat that was burning on your cheeks now.

“I don’t want to perpetuate the stereotype that psychologists can read minds, but…come on, I’m a psychologist,” Taehyung says with a grin, looking at your mortified expression.

“He’s my professor and I met him yesterday!” You emphasize, voice almost coming out as a shriek.

“It’s likely that this person is not one person but a mix of two or more people. It’s not uncommon for someone in your dreams to actual be a combination of more than one person you know in real life. I think your affection for this guy might’ve just given him a ticket to merge with whatever person or people you’ve consistently dreamt of for most of your life” Taehyung explains.

You look down at your lap as you register the words coming out of the psychologist’s mouth. It makes perfect sense, but somewhere deep down; you know that whomever you’ve dreamed of all these years is way too distinct to be a mix of people you’ve known in the past.

“Tae, I’m worried about Dr. Jeon” Jimin says as they’re grocery shopping on a Saturday morning.

Taehyung, who was pushing the empty shopping cart stops in his tracks, narrows his eyes, and looks at Jimin.

“From a patient-psychologist standpoint!” Jimin quickly defends, knowing that Taehyung’s mind was probably going places it shouldn’t.

“Continue” The latter says as he begins walking again.

“It’s like he’s changed into a different person or he’s been possessed or something.” Jimin shakes his head and stares at tiled flooring of the supermarket. “He doesn’t look at me like I’m a joke, and he doesn’t say hurtful things anymore. In fact, he’s barely showing any emotion at all. Do you think it’s a sign that his depression is getting worse?”

“It’s a possibility. Or maybe some significant change occurred in his life.”

“That’s what I was thinking! But I can’t figure out what it is, and you know how difficult it is for me to squeeze anything out of that guy.” Jimin sighs as he grabs an 8-pack of peach yogurt from the dairy section and drops it into the shopping cart.

“Well there’s really nothing you can do except keep trying” Taehyung says as he and Jimin walk towards the snack aisle.

“Hey, look! It’s Yoongi!” Jimin exclaims as he spots the familiar figure standing in front of the shelf of chips and dip.

Yoongi turns around, startled by the sudden sound of his name. He spots the pink haired Jimin in a heartbeat and the brown-haired male standing next to him, which he assumes is the other psychologist from the clinic.

“Morning Dr. Park. And, umm… Dr. Kim?” Yoongi greets.

Taehyung nods in greeting as Jimin hops over to talk to Yoongi.

“Shopping for Dr. Jeon?” Jimin asks, eyeing the cartload of processed foods.

“Like always” Yoongi sighs.

There was a long pause as the two of them continue to stare at the pile of food, before Yoongi and Jimin both speak at the same time.

“How are the sessions coming along?” “Has anything big happened in Dr. Jeon’s life?”

“Oh sorry, you were saying?” Yoongi says, awkwardly putting his hands in the large front pocket of his baggy hoodie.

“It’s just that Dr. Jeon seems detached lately, and I was wondering if you know about anything that’s going on.” Jimin explains.

“Oh, umm, everything seems pretty normal from what I can tell.” Yoongi says, trying to think about all the events that happened recently. He’s still eating normally, sleeping as regularly as his schedule allows him, and balancing surgeries with experiments as perfectly as he always has. There’s really nothing that comes to Yoongi’s mind except one.

“Not a single thing has changed?” Jimin asks, disappointed that not even Yoongi, the closest person to Jungkook that he knows, can even help him.

“Well, he took in a new graduate student recently” Yoongi finally says, remembering the sleepless hours he spent filtering through hundreds of applications.

“A new student?”

“Since I assume you’ve already read up on my latest research on visual perception, I’m not going to bother reiterating the details.”

You were sitting in a chair across from Jungkook in his office as he explains the project you’ll be working on. He seemed so focused on explaining the experimental set up that it felt like he was giving a lecture to hundreds of students, which in turn made you feel sort of invisible sitting there. He wasn’t even looking at you as he talked, only pausing to give you the occasional glance to see if you were registering everything. The guy even made a PowerPoint for crying out loud, and he was so skilled at orating that it sounded like he had memorized the whole spiel.

“So the first step is to begin growing retinal ganglion cells derived from human embryonic stem cells.” Jungkook finishes as the last slide of his PowerPoint switches to a black screen.

“So if I’m not mistaken, the goal of this project is to determine the selectivity mechanisms in the occipital lobe?” You tentatively ask, hoping he won’t think you’re dumb for not fully understanding the first time around.

“More specifically, we’re looking to see how inputs in the axons of retinal cells are modified through each layer of the visual cortex and ultimately aid in neuronal selectivity. Basically the difference between what is there and what you actually see.” Jungkook explains.

You look at Jungkook with a lost expression, and although you try to hide it, he notices and sighs as he turns his chair and faces you for the first time. You try to keep eye contact to show that you’re completely focused, but fail as his unnerving stare causes you to look away. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask…

That tense, nervous feeling is back at it again as you swallow the saliva building up in your mouth and bite the inside of your cheek. You feel Jungkook’s gaze pointed at you, but you’re too afraid to look at his face to see his expression, so you keep your eyes down towards the floor. Hoping that he’ll think you were deep in thought or something.

“If I were to throw a ball at your head right now, you would dodge, right?” Jungkook asks, voice coming out not nearly as annoyed as you thought it would.

“Umm….yes…” You answer, wondering why he would suddenly asked such a random question. His tone had made you less nervous, but the question itself left you in a confused state.

“But even if you were slow by as little as a nanosecond, it would hit you square in the face.” Jungkook continues, and by now you’re wondering if this is his way to indirectly refer to your incompetency.

You slowly lift your eyes to look at Jungkook, preparing to apologize for not being up to speed with the experiment and all, but you notice that he’s focused his attention to the scene outside the window. You breathe a sigh of relief, glad that he’s not scrutinizing you anymore, but still feeling apologetically inept.

“But it takes times for inputs to the photoreceptors in your eyes to travel through the optic nerve and to your brain, where you ultimately see the ball flying towards you.” Jungkook pauses, waiting to see if you’re catching on.

You listen, still not quite sure where this is all going. Jungkook’s lips curve up slightly as he continues to explain.

“So how do our brains make up for that time?” Another pause, but this time so short that it’s barely noticeable. “It makes educated guesses. Predictions about the world we see because if it didn’t, everything you see would be the world nanoseconds in the past.”

As that last sentence escapes his mouth, the central idea Jungkook was trying to convey finally pops into your head.

“Which means that our brains have to construct a reality before we are able to see it.” You finish, finally piecing together everything Jungkook was explaining.

You see his mouth curve into a smile, and a faint glint in his eyes as he nods.

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