#he’s so cute and dorky and handsome i’m going to scream
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Freeze The Day (KNJ x F!Reader)
Pairing: Mechanic!Namjoon x Reader
genre(s): smut, porn with a really bare plot, fluff, crack/humor
au(s): strangers-to-lovers, one night stand
word count: 2.9k
warnings: it's cold and dark and OC is alone, cursing, alcohol use, intoxication (consent is established), unprotected sex (put your hubcap on before you rev up), soft!dom namjoon, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), deep throating, thigh riding, slight edging, brief nipple play
rating: 18+
summary: When your car breaks down in the middle of a small town during a winter storm, you call the nearest repair shop you can find. Lucky for you, the handsome mechanic is more than willing to give you a warm welcome.
a/n: long overdue, but here is the other installment of the Snowed In series! i had so much fun writing this Namjoon - he's the perfect mix of dorky/cute and sexy (as he should be!). this is unedited, so bear with me, as there may be mistakes, but I hope you enjoy!
tagging: @joonscypher bc you said to!!
The snowflakes fall outside your window, coating the neighborhood around you in a fine layer of white powder that glistens under the street lights. As far around you as the eye can see, everything seems pristine and perfect. Except for you, it’s not. Nearly twenty minutes ago, the engine of your car had started sputtering, throwing you into a full-fledged panic as you cruise the snowy roads home from a business trip. Cursing under your breath, you watch as the snow comes down harder, obstructing your view of the path ahead. Leaving you lost and confused, unsure where you are, or which direction to go next.
Hitting the gas slowly, you decide to trudge on when you hear a sound that makes you blood run even colder than the freezing temperatures outside. Your wheels are turning, but the car isn’t moving. Groaning in frustration, you slam the gas a few more times, growing more and more upset when nothing happens.
“Fuck!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyelashes.
Taking a deep breath, your befuddled brain makes the executive decision that it’s best to stop and think up a plan for your next move. Something was clearly wrong with your car making it unlikely that you’d reach home in the next few hours. And to think, you’d been so excited to sit by the fire with a cup of tea and watch Netflix to your heart’s content. Grumbling, you open your phone, the bright screen hurting your eyes as you scan the weather forecast. More and more snow.
The seeming hopelessness of your situation creates a knot in your stomach. Frantically scouring google, you almost sob harder when you see there are no hotels nearby. The only option would be to find someone to fix your car, and then drive home as quickly as possible. As you continue scrolling, you let out a relieved scream when you find Triva: Motors, a nearby mechanic shop that also provides towing services. And they’re open! Pressing the call number next to the business name, the phone rings as you wait for (hopefully) some salvation.
“Hello? Trivia: Motors speaking, Namjoon here.” a deep voice answers.
“Oh my god, you’re here, thank god. My name is ___ and I’m stranded on the corner of Oak and Maple right now. My car won’t start, and I was hoping you’d be able to come tow it so I can get it fixed at the shop?” you explain frantically, breathless as you await his response.
“Shit!” you hear on the other end, causing you to furrow your brows.
“Is everything alright?” you ask him, skepticism invading your thoughts. Maybe there was a reason they were the only auto shop open right now.
“Ugh, fu-, sorry ma’am, you weren’t supposed to hear that,” Namjoon responds on the other end. “Just give me a moment, I’ll send someone to pick you up.”
And so, you wait. Alone, in the cold, with no heater for fear that your battery runs out. Shivering, you wonder where the mechanic must be. Had he gotten lost? Or was he just jilting an innocent customer because he was a fraud? Scoffing, you hug yourself tighter, trying to keep the tears at bay while you hope for a rescuer in the dark.
What feels like hours later, a knock on your window causes you to jump. You see a tall, looming figure and immediately your heartbeat quickens. There was no sign of a tow truck anywhere. Avoiding eye contact with the figure, you take deep, heavy breaths, silently plotting how you can incapcitate your attacker and make a potential escape.
The knocking continues on the window, but it’s the voice that follows that surprises you.
“Ma’am? It’s Namjoon. From Trivia: Motors? I’m here for the car.”
You feel anything but relief right now. This was the mechanic you’d spoken to on the phone? How did he even get here? Why wasn’t there a tow truck? More and more, it seemed like he was a fraud ready to take your money. No way you were going to let that happen.
Shoving the door open, you hear a deep whoa, followed by a thud as the man falls into the snow. Blinded by rage, you point an accusing finger towards him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” you seethe. “You call this auto service?! I had to wait here, for nearly an hour, in the freezing cold, all alone, for you to show up! And now you’re here, and you don’t even bring a fucking tow truck? What is wrong with you?”
The man scowls, brushing snow off his coat, and pushes himself up off the ground. As you take in his appearance, you gulp. He was so tall. Not only that, it looked like he downed protein shakes every ten minutes with the way his muscles were bulging underneath the thick coat
“For your information, darlin’, that entire time you waited?” he growls, voice dropping an octave. “I was on my way to help you. You should be lucky anyone out here is even willing to step foot in five inches of snow to save your ungrateful ass.”
Rubbing your temples, you take a deep breath. Now was not the time to lose it over this pathetic excuse and lack of apology. You needed your car fixed. As soon as possible.
“Then why the hell is there no tow truck? I’m sorry,” you whimper, the cold nipping at your fingers. “I’m just tired, and cold and I’d like to be able to rest my feet someplace warm tonight. “
His face softens, a pair of dimples making themselves known in the reassuring smile he gives. Suddenly, his expression changes, as you remark guilt washing over his strong, handsome features.
“My apologies, darlin’,” he mumbles sheepishly, refusing to make eye contact. “You see, I’m the only one working today. Normally Jungkook or Hoseok would help handle our towing, but they’re off. I didn’t mean to make you wait so long… it’s just…”
Raising your eyebrows, you part your lips, watching as he paces back and forth, talking to himself, figuring out what to say. You feel yourself grinning at him. Cute.
“Namjoon? It’s freezing.” you wince, shuddering.
“I can’t drive!” he blurts out at the same time, causing you to gasp in shock. You watch in horror as he rambles on.
“All the other guys, they tease me all the time, about how I can’t drive . . . it’s not like I haven’t tried . . . we’re a team anyway, I don’t know why they’re so insistent . . . my bicycle works just fine.”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T DRIVE?” you scream, grabbing him by his lapels.
“Meaning, I don’t have a driver’s license?” he shrugs his shoulders, face blanching at the murderous look you give him.
“Buuut, I brought my bike! And this,” he adds eagerly, holding up a jumper cable. “I was gonna throw my bike in your trunk and give you a jump so we can head back to the auto shop and take a better look. The only thing is, you have to drive.”
The expression on your face must give away your inner anguish, because Namjoon reaches over to put a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“Listen, ____, I know you’re tired and upset. But I promise you, just drive this thing back for me, and I’ll do anything I can to help,” he reaches a hand towards you, clasping it in his own.
“Trust me, please?”
In the end, it didn’t end up being that bad. Namjoon had managed, with impressive ease, to jumpstart your car. All throughout the drive back, he teased you, asking why the two of you didn’t just drive off and run away together. You’re grateful for the cold helping hide your flushed cheeks as you listen to his jabs. Truthfully, you could have just gotten up and driven away. However, something about the earnestness in Namjoon’s eyes made you want to trust him.
Now, you’re thankful, and also a little flustered as you sit on the folding chair Namjoon had brought out of the office for you. Nibbling mindlessly on a slice of the pizza he’d ordered for you, all your focus is directed to his legs as they peek out from underneath your car.
No longer shivering from the cold, your eyes widen at Namjoon’s strong, muscular thighs, clad in a pair of cosy, grey sweatpants. He’d removed his coat after welcoming you into the shop, finally allowing you to marvel at the bulging biceps hidden underneath his coat, his broad chest clad in the thinnest of tank tops. Feeling yourself shudder, you wonder how those arms would look pinning you down. As you look around the shop, trying to distract yourself with anything in the vicinity, your eyes fall upon a photo frame.
“So, you run this place with your friends?” you muse distractedly, unsure if Namjoon can hear you under the hood.
“Yup!” Namjoon responds enthusiastically, rolling himself out. He doesn’t seem to realize there’s a huge smudge of grease on his cheek, which makes you smile.
“That’s Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, Jimin-ah, Taehyung-ah, and Jungkook-ah,” he points to the six other faces in the photo, punctuating each introduction with an adorable anecdote about them. You feel your smile widen as he rambles on about their friendship and the different jobs they have within the shop.
The conversation flows naturally from there. Namjoon of course asks you about yourself, and you tell him about your boring, mundane office job sorting files. He can sense your fatigue, kindly reassuring you that a career doesn’t have to be your passion, and his thoughtfulness makes you feel warm inside.
Half an hour later, and the car has been long abandoned in favor of a six pack Namjoon cracked open. He sits cross-legged at your feet, giggling at your fuzzy socks with koalas on them. You feel effervescent, all your previous worries from the evening dissipating as you enjoy the company of the formidable man in front of you.
“Heyyyyy,” you draw out the word, catching his attention again. He looks at you with glassy eyes, gaze focused on your parted lips. “What’s the deal with your driver’s license anyway?”
“Not this again…” he groans, playfully slapping his palm to the side of his head. “I told you, it just never worked out for me, okay? I think I have, uhhh, what do they call it? Road rage. Yeah. Road rage.”
You snicker at his confused state. Namjoon immediately feigns hurt at your teasing, lips drawing together in a pout.
“Stop laughing ____! Just because I can’t drive, doesn’t mean I’m not good at other things,” he whines.
“Oh yeah?” you howl. “What else are you good at?”
He stands up, looming over you as he grasps the edges of your thighs. You gasp, feeling your insides burn at his close proximity. Something in his gaze has shifted. The previous warmth in his dark brown eyes has been replaced by something deeper. Feeling overwhelmed, you look to the side, but his large hand cups your chin and tilts your head back towards him.
“Giving orgasms,” he whispers, before tilting his head down to meet your lips.
Despite the alcohol warming your veins, his kiss lights a fire within you. Whimpering, you grasp the back of his neck, lips furiously clashing against his. Namjoon parts the seam of your lips with his tongue, tracing the inside of your mouth. You let out a moan as you feel yourself begin to dampen at his ministrations.
And just like that, it’s over before it stops. Namjoon pulls away, and you nip at his bottom lip with a whine, begging him to continue. He looks at you, panting, and you feel yourself melt under his intense stare.
“Shit,” he breathes out, pushing your messy strands of hair aside. “You’re so fucking pretty. Stay with me tonight?”
“Please,” you beg. And his lips are back on yours.
“Baby, I have to teach you a lesson,” Namjoon groans, as he shoves his cock in between your lips. Mewling, you prod his slit, leaving kitten licks all over the head of his dick while your pussy throbs, wetness leaking onto the floor of his office.
Fed up with your teasing, Namjoon pushes himself further in, feeling your throat constrict around him. Smirking, he pulls the ends of your hair, tipping your face up to see you, lipstick smudged and cheeks flushed, looking like sin incarnate as you take more and more of him down your throat.
“You won’t ever question my ability to provide satisfactory service again, right?” he laughs, throwing his head back with a grunt as you give him a particularly hard suck to confirm your affirmation.
Namjoon tugs you off his cock, lifting you up to straddle his lap, ignoring your protests and whines. Your arousal has become sticky and uncomfortable, clinging to your thighs and the inside of your panties. Clit throbbing, you brace yourself against Namjoon’s strong legs as you begin grinding, your moans becoming louder and more pronounced as he sucks dark purple bruises on the side of your neck.
“So beautiful,” he whispers into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. “I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already going to come for me?”
“Joon-,” you moan, bucking harder against him. “Please, please, I need to cum so bad-”
A loud slap lands on your ass, the sting of it unbearable in combination with the pleasure from rubbing all over his work pants. You feel your orgasm approach, the delicate thread holding your sanity ready to snap, when-
Namjoon lifts you off his thigh, and your eyes fill with tears.
“Don’t be greedy babygirl,” he pins your arms to your sides to control your spasming figure. “I want you to come on my cock instead.”
Pushing your panties aside, he lines his cock up with your entrance, tapping the head against your clit while your cunt walls clench in anticipation. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out with a harsh thrust, nearly making you fall off his lap as you keen.
His eyes find yours again, looking for any signs of worry or displeasure, but you bite your lip and nod your assent, letting him know it’s okay to begin.
His pace is furious from the start, sharply thrusting into your wet cunt with deep strokes, changing up his position constantly to find the one spot inside of you that makes you lose it. Unable to contain your pleasure, you bounce up and down in time with his thrusts, his large hands reaching underneath your shirt to grope at your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple through your bra.
Clenching down on him, you feel his cock throb as his other hand reaches to your center, rubbing your swollen clit as he moves in and out. You make the mistake of looking down, watching both his hands and cock work your cunt, and feel your orgasm wash over you. Going limp in Namjoon’s arms, you moan weakly at the last few shallow thrusts before he spills into you.
Your eyelids flutter, the haze of your orgasm lingering in the air. Namjoon presses a soft kiss to your lips, and it’s the last thing you remember as sleep claims you.
“____? Wake up,” you groan at the soft voice that rouses you from your slumber, opening your eyes to an unfamiliar room. Panicking, you look down at the baggy t-shirt you’re wearing, rubbing your eyes to reorient yourself. As the blurriness fades, you blink, vision clearing to find a worried Namjoon staring back at you.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks hopefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he gauges your reaction.
“I slept well,” you say softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the memory of last night. “You?”
“Not much, I’m afraid,” he says wistfully. “But good news, the car is all done.”
You feel your heart swell at the realization that after he put you to bed, Namjoon stayed up all night working on your car. It touches you in a way you didn’t think was possible, and for a moment, the thought of driving back home and never seeing him again causes tears to jump to your eyes.
The two of you stand in silence, not a word spoken as you rise, shuffling around him to step into the bathroom and change into your clothes. When you come back, he’s disappeared, and you huff silently.
You make your way to the entrance of his apartment, shoving on your shoes. Maybe he wanted this to be a one time thing. Your heart flip flops, cycling back and forth between the absolutely ruthless way he’d fucked you and the way he went out of his way to make sure you were taken care of in last night’s harsh snowstorm.
As you turn the knob, you hear a throat clear behind you. Whirling around, you see a sheepish Namjoon rub the back of his neck. Raising your brows at him, you look him up and down.
“____?” he blurts out. “I know I shouldn’t be the one asking you for this, but I burnt breakfast. Help me?”
You feel your shoulders relax, breaking out into a wide smile as you teasingly punch him in the shoulder.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜
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In The Endzone (2)
Pairing: College!Footballplayer!Bucky x reader
Chapter 2 Series Masterlist
Summary: You’re just the girl who plays the trumpet in the college band at the games, what does the handsome quarterback want to do with the likes of you?
Warnings: Hints of angst
You were nervous. Who wouldn’t be nervous if they were about to get lunch with Bucky Barnes? Taking a deep breath, you headed to the café. You spotted Bucky leaning against the wall, his eyes focused on his phone as he scrolled through social media. You didn’t really want to bother him, but as you got closer, he saw you and smiled.
“Hey, doll.” He said pocketing his phone before looking you over. “You look amazing.”
You felt your knees grow weak. How was he such a smooth talker? “Thanks. You look handsome.”
He ran a hand through his hair before licking his lips. “You’re too kind, dollface.”
He then held out his arm and you shyly linked your arm with his. He grinned at you and led you to the pizza place. You were trying to hide your excitement, and subtly checked him out as you walked. His hair was a bit fluffier today, and he was wearing a pair of fitted blue jeans. A white t shirt screamed against his chest, and his letterman jacket completed the look. It was definitely easy to fall for his looks.
He held the door open for you as and you could feel heat crawl up your cheeks as he looked at you softly. You followed him to a table, and he sat across from you. After you decided on a pizza to share and getting your drinks, Bucky sighed and propped his chin against his hand.
“So, I imagine this is like your hundredth date since you’re such a beauty.” Bucky said before sipping his drink.
You shook your head. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but this is my first date since high school.”
Bucky’s eyebrows rose and he felt his stomach twist a little before pushing it aside. “Well, I’m glad I asked you then. You got an ideal date? I’d love to take ya.”
You felt like your heart would explode. “R-really?”
He chuckled. “Of course! Who wouldn’t want to hang out with a pretty dame like you?”
“Okay, well, I’ve always wanted to go stargazing with someone and just geek out about space.” Your face heated up as you saw his soft expression. “Sorry, it’s dorky.”
“No, I think it’s cute.” Bucky responded as he smiled. He loved space, what were the chances that you loved it too? He fought the urge to stop what he was doing and come clean to you. You seemed like a nice girl, but he really wanted that money, so he decided to just stick with it. “We could make it a weekly thing. Saturday stargazing dates.”
“Y-you actually want to hang out with me?” You asked in disbelief.
He wet his lips and laughed. “You’re a wonder, doll. And I’m going to show you how you should be treated.”
You smiled at him. “Well, thank you, just promise not to fall for me too hard.”
A fully belly laugh bubbled out of him. “What’s that supposed to mean, doll?”
You clasped your hands together and shrugged. “N-nevermind. So, what’s your ideal date.”
Bucky’s blue eyes locked onto yours and he beamed. “Stargazing.”
~~~~~
You slipped on Bucky’s football jersey with a smile. You and Bucky had been dating for two weeks and it has been amazing. He was a perfect gentleman and super sweet. You grabbed your trumpet before going to find Wanda. She was warming up on one of the bleachers and you joined her.
“Hey girl! Looking good!” Wanda said as you laughed.
“Thanks, Wan.”
“That quarterback boyfriend of yours has put you in such a happy mood. You need to hook me up!” Wanda said as she eyed some of the players as they were doing some warmup drills. “Like Vision.”
“Or you could just talk to him yourself.” You suggested before playing a few scales.
“He’ll notice me eventually, I’m sure of it.” Wanda said staring at Vision as he ran across the field, as if staring at him long enough would make him go talk to her.
You pat your friend on the back. “Me too.”
More people started to file into the bleachers and you, and Wanda joined the band and started to play some music while the people were waiting for the game to start. You and Bucky made eye contact and he waved at you before making a heart with his hands. You made a heart back and he took his starting position for the kickoff.
The game was a rollercoaster of emotions and you even found yourself cheering loudly when Bucky got in a few interceptions and tackles. You guys won and the crowd erupted into screams of celebration. You and Wanda started to make your way down to meet up with the team so you could all go celebrate.
Bucky entered the locker room with a relived sigh as he took off his football helmet. Zemo sat beside him and clapped his back.
“You did great out there, Barnes.”
“Thanks.” Bucky breathed as he took a gulp of water from his water bottle.
“You really convinced me you actually liked her for a second.”
Bucky frowned. He wasn’t talking about the game. Bucky wasn’t going to admit it, but you were funny and cute, and he was somewhat looking forward to your dates. “Yeah, well, that’s the point, isn’t it?”
Zemo shrugged. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll actually triple the money if you do meet the parents and date her for 2 extra months. And you dump her on her on the day before her birthday.”
Bucky thought about it for a second. He had gotten through these past couple of weeks just fine but dumping you the day before your birthday seemed a bit harsh. “I don’t know. That seems a little cruel.”
“Come on. Barnes, don’t be such a coward.”
“I’m not a coward and fine, I’ll do it.” Bucky said as he aggressively untied his cleats.
Zemo clapped him on his back again. “Atta boy.”
“But I do have a question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Why her?”
Zemo laughed. “She’s just a nobody. What will it hurt?”
Her. Bucky thought, but he just shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Alright. So, we have a deal then?” Zemo said stretching out his hand.
Bucky grasped Zemo’s hand tightly as he shook it. “Deal.”
~~~~~
“Hey, doll.” Bucky said before kissing your cheek. “Ready to go celebrate?”
“You bet.” You said as you pulled him in for a hug. “Are we going to the diner with the team?”
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Actually, I was hoping we could stargaze tonight, just you and me. Something a bit calmer.”
“Sure!” You chirped. “Sounds great.”
Bucky stopped his truck and took out his keys before grabbing the blankets and pillows. He set them up bed of the truck before you both climbed in. Once the both of you got settled, he listened to you as you geeked out about some of the stars. His heart clenched as he looked at you all excited and full of light. He tried not to imagine how that would change if you ever found out what he was doing. You went silent after and while and you both just gazed up at the stars in awe.
“What’s on your bucket list, doll?” Bucky asked breaking the silence.
“Huh?”
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you. “You know, things you want to do before you die.”
He saw you grow uncomfortable for a second before you covered it up and shrugged.
“I don’t know. Random stuff, I guess. Catch a butterfly. Ride a motorcycle. Dance under the stars while on a boat on the open water. Kiss in the rain. It’s cheesy stuff I know, but it’d be nice.”
Bucky hummed in thought. They weren’t big aspirations, but they spoke volumes to him as he thought about them, and how he might be able to help with some of them. Or maybe he shouldn’t. It would probably turn something good into a bad memory after he broke up with you.
You turned on your side to get a better look at him. “What about you? What’s on your bucket list?”
He smiled at you. “I don’t really know either. Become famous. Skydive. Own a mansion. Stuff most people want.”
You looked back up at the stars. “I guess you’re right. Most people would think my bucket list is weird.”
“N-no, doll. That’s not what I’m saying. Besides, why be like everyone else?” Bucky said adjusting the pillow under him. “And for the record, I think your bucket list is amazing. Just like you.”
You looked back at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
His stomach twisted again, and he wanted to scream. What he was doing was wrong. So wrong, but he didn’t have the courage to stop now.
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pretty little liar
Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader
Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.
Genre: College!AU
Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing
Word Count: 4,867
A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️
The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.
You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.
And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.
“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”
You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”
Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”
You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”
She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”
“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”
He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.
Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.
“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”
“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”
Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”
With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”
Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”
You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”
Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”
Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”
“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”
Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.
The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.
And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.
Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.
For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?
Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.
You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.
Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…
If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.
Heh.
Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.
“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”
“Um…”
She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”
“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.
Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.
And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.
“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.
“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”
“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”
It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”
You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”
He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”
“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”
“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”
Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”
You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.
Tequila’s kicking in…
Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”
Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”
This bitch.
Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”
Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.
And then he spoke.
“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”
That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”
His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”
Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”
Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”
Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”
“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.
You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?
Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.
Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.
The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.
It made you feel powerful.
You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.
“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.
He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.
You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.
With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.
“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”
“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.
Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.
He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.
Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.
Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”
“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.
You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.
A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.
When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.
“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”
The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.
All you could do was try to give as good as you got.
You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.
And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”
Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”
He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”
With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.
You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.
“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”
Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.
Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.
“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”
You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.
Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.
After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.
Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”
You fixed your dress. “Sure.”
“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”
Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”
He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”
It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”
“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”
“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”
Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”
That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”
He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”
You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”
Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”
You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”
The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.
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I remember you once got a question about how the couples handled being separated due to tours, so based on that, what do you think would be the first thing each couple do when the boys return from tour and how would the girls receive them? Btw I loved your last Jimin fic, it was really cute! Have a nice day :)
Hi love! Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the fic <3 I seriously love this question so much, the idea of bts coming home to you after being away for so long is just :(( soft. So I decided to turn this into a bulleted type of reaction thing, I hope you enjoy.
p.s. this is completely unedited so please forgive any errors <3
Seokjin:
Probably yells some dorky thing like “Honey, I’m home” when he walks into apartment
Poopsie comes running through the place and jumps into his arms almost knocking him over
She’ll tease him by asking “What did you bring me?”
And he responds with “My handsome face” followed by a squeaky laugh
As she’s rolling her eyes but laughing because she genuinely loves his lame jokes, he finally he kisses her
She probably has a fuck ton of food prepared for him
But the food has to wait because as she goes into the kitchen to show him everything she made, he’s watching her and realizes how fucking much he’s missed this woman
Ends up hugging her really tightly and silly Jin is gone for a moment
Grateful happy Jin is here and he just wants to show his Poopsie how much he missed her and loves her
Ends up having sex in the kitchen and then eats all the food afterwards... sanitary
Yoongi:
He’s way too excited to see Kid but heaven forbid he let her know that
This honey boy probably tells Kid his flight lands later than it does and tries to sneak inside to surprise her- but in a cool way- but the door is unlocked so he ends up cursing her under his breath “how many times do I have to tell her to lock the fucking door”
She’s in the shower and he finds himself making a bee line to the bathroom
Popping his head inside, he casually scolds her as if he wasn’t gone on tour for MONTHS
“Did you lock your door once while I was away, Kid?”
Kid jumps and lets out a small scream of surprise before poking her head out of the shower to see Yoongi standing there with an adorable pout on his lips and fuck she missed that pout
The words “What the fuck are you doing here?” are out of her mouth before she even knows she’s saying them
And he can’t help but flash a gummy grin because it’s such a Kid thing to say
“The door was unlocked so I thought I’d just let myself in”
“Shut up and take your clothes off, Min” and Yoongi thinks of making a smart mouthed comment back but instead he just sheds his clothes before making his way to her
As soon as he reaches the shower their arms are wrapped around each other and she’s kissing all over his face, giving special attention to his lips
So many I missed you’s and I love you’s
Kid probably tells him how happy she is to have him home and he just feels so comfortable and happy and fuck the dude is SO IN LOVE
And they’re naked and in the shower, so might as well fuck I guess
Hoseok:
He’s letting Petal know the entire trip exactly where he’s at so by the time he arrives home, she’s waiting at the door
As soon as the door opens Petal is throwing herself at him and Hobi is struggling to hold all his bags as she attacks his face in kisses
As they kiss, Petal is bitching Hobi out for leaving like “I missed you so much, you’re never allowed to leave again, do you know how hard it is to be in this apartment without you?” and Hobi is giggling against her lips as he agrees to never go away again
She finally let’s him inside fully inside the apartment and they sit on the couch and Hobi talks about all sorts of stuff from tour
He’s babbling away excitedly because so much happened and all he wants to do is share it all with his favorite person (even though he already told her everything as it was happening)
Petal keeps stealing kisses as he talks and eventually he just says fuck it and pins her down on the couch
Goes from talkative and cute to heavy and sexy real fucking fast
Namjoon:
He steps inside and Daisy’s sitting on the couch reading a book and he’s like ?? that’s rather calm but ok
And she looks over the book and goes “Well hello stranger”
And he’s like “What are you reading, Babe?” all casual as he sets his bags down at the door
And she’s like “I’m not, I’m just trying to look nonchalant” and then she throws the book over her head and it lands somewhere on the floor and Joon smiles his stunning dimply smile and runs towards her all dorky like- you know the one
Probably dives on top of her and she’s thinking oh fuck ok dude I know you’re a child trapped in a man’s body but you’re like massive chill but she doesn’t say any of that and instead just laughs and wraps her arms and legs around him like a koala
So much kissing
And giggling
And they have sex almost immediately
And then afterwards they cuddle and hold each other and they just stay there for a couple hours because wow they missed each other a lot
Namjoon probably talks and talks and talks about tour and Daisy loves every second of it because he’s so happy
Jimin:
He steps inside the apartment and Dear is waiting at the kitchen island with a bottle of wine and she has a playlist of their favorite songs playing and he almost cries immediately and she’s sitting there trying to hold her own tears back
And she just says “Welcome home, my love” and he smiles at her and that at the same time they hurry toward each other and meet in the middle and they just hug for a really long time
Like one of those massive tight hugs where they’re swaying their bodies and they’re probably both tearing up and confessing how much they love and missed each other
Keep in mind tours bring out some anxiety for them for a good while because of that time Jimin kinda sorta broke up with Dear while he was on tour
Therefore, when they get reunited, it’s emotional
Probably the one couple that doesn’t have sex super soon after he arrives
Instead they do their favorite pastime- drink wine and slow dance around the apartment
He talks about tour and she listens to every word in awe
She talks about what she’s been up to and he acts as though it’s just as exciting as his tour stories because to him it actually is
They’ve both already heard all of the stories but they’re retelling them because why not
He says something like “As much as I love tour and seeing ARMY, being here with you is the best feeling in the world”
And she’s like ok well I’m madly fucking in love with this guys and she just kisses him so goddamn passionately and then they finally get it in
Taehyung:
Look, Peaches had a plan
She was going to greet him at the door with a lingerie set on and they were going to fuck on every surface of the apartment
But his flight landed a little early and quite frankly she lost track of time anyway
She was probably cleaning and got distracted by an old photo album or some shit- you know how that goes- and all of a sudden her front door opens and she’s like “oh fuck” and looks at the lingerie set sitting on the bed like well shit because she’s just sitting on the floor of her bedroom wearing an old t-shirt from high school and sweatpants
She calls out for him and he follows her voice and as soon as he sees her he’s just overwhelmed with emotion because PEACHES
He strides across the room as soon as she stands to greet him, he wraps his arm around her waist and kisses her so deeply and passionately that she nearly loses her balance
Pulling away to look at her, his gaze is intense as he observes her features, taking in every detail because fuck he missed her
And she’s just like “Do you know how much I missed you, Dearest?” and that has him smiling as he throws her onto the bed
And that’s when he notices the lingerie and he’s like “oh?” and she apologizes for losing track of time
And that’s when Tae finally smiles so fucking big and chuckles boyishly and her heart melts because goddammit she hasn’t seen that boxy smile or heard that adorable laugh in person in SO LONG and she pulls him into a kiss
She promises she’ll put the lingerie on for round two and Tae is giggling as he starts taking her lounge clothes off
Because as much as he appreciates the effort and though of the lingerie, he’s just so fucking in love with Peaches and he missed her even more than he realized
Jungkook:
The man gets his damn romance movie kiss ok? ok.
They have no chill
He texts her to let her know he just pulled up and she runs outside to greet him
As soon as he’s out of the car she’s running at him and he catches her and lifts her and kisses her deeply with her legs wrapped around his waist
Probably sets her on the hood of the car and continues kissing her for a moment
When they finally decide like hey we should go inside and stop making out in front of anyone and everyone, she insists on helping carry his bags and he’s whining about how he doesn’t need help and she’s waving him off
As soon as they’re inside, he has her pinned against the back of the door
“You’re such a brat, I told you I could handle the bags”
And she rolls her eyes and he kisses her deeply
And just as it’s getting heavy, she whispers, “I’m so happy you’re home, baby, I missed you more than I thought was even possible”
Well shit, now Guk is S O F T and he’s pressing his forehead against hers and tears form in his eyes
They just stay like that for a moment, taking in the feeling of being together again after so long
Jungkook probably decides in that moment that he’s going to marry this woman some day because anyone who makes him feel so welcomed and loved and appreciated and comforted and happy when he gets home from tour has got to be worth spending the rest of his life with
What probably was going to be rough sex turns into the most romantic passionate sex they’ve ever fucking had
Afterwards Holly’s like “fuck, you should go on tour more often”
and Kookie is giggling like “yeah? well too bad, good luck getting rid of me ever again”
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MAGNUS WEEK - CAT DAD
Originally written in honour of Magnus’ birthday but edited/reposted for Magnus Week :)
“Don’t!” Magnus warned.
He felt a lick on his foot and Magnus suppressed a giggle. He wasn’t going to encourage this behaviour.
“I told you I am working!” Magnus whined. “Give me five, please. Just one more email. Ragnor is waiting.”
He focused on the screen in front of him and felt the quick little lick on his neck.
“You really must stop being so needy,” Magnus chastised, a little impatient. “All this attention seeking is starting to get a little concerning.”
Suddenly all the licking and teasing stopped.
Magnus turned around. Nothing.
He looked under his chair. Nope.
“Chairman?” He called out. “Chairman Meow?”
The quietness that followed made Magnus shiver. He bolted up from his chair and ran towards the balcony, which he usually kept open in the morning to let the breeze in.
“Babe!” He called out from the balcony. “My little ball of snow!! I am sorry I shouted at you.”
Chairman, who usually enjoyed playing hide seek, did not meow back in response. Magnus was really starting to get worried.
“Come back to me, my precious,” Magnus whined. “I’ll let you lick me all you want.”
Someone coughed. Very loudly.
“Excuse me?”
Magnus turned around sharply to find an utterly gorgeous human specimen standing merely a couple of feet away from him on the other side of the balcony. The man blinked at him, and his eyes traveled further down. Magnus felt a blush rising in his neck and felt ticklish all over.
Tickles!
“My cat,” Magnus spluttered. “He is missing.”
Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome bent down (and what a view by the way) and picked up something small in this hand, like a ball of cotton.
“Baby!” Magnus all but screamed. “Come here!”
“He climbed over the fence,” the man pointed out. “Brave little fella.”
“I don’t know how to thank you,” Magnus gushed, maybe a little too much. “You saved him!”
“I didn’t do much,” the man blushed a little and Magnus' heart leaped over the balcony. “I was unpacking my things and I heard him.”
“Oh,” Magnus said. “You are the new guy who is moving into 21C!. Hell of a first impression by the way.”
The man blushed again and Magnus decided he should do everything in his power to make him do it more often.
Chairman, who apparently left out of the conversation, growled loudly. But of course, it only came out as the most adorable meow.
“Come to papa, cotton ball,” Magnus held out his hand for the white tabby and carefully took Chairman from his new neighbour.
“Magnus,” he introduced himself.
“His name is Magnus?” The other man chuckled. “Cute.”
“Actually, that’s my name,” Magnus pointed out. “Is it still cute?”
The man blushed again. Yay!
“What’s his name?” The man asked. “Don’t tell me it’s actually cotton ball.”
Magnus bit his lip.
Raphael had once told him that Chairman’s name was too dorky. Magnus did not want to come across as a dork. The other man had made an excellent first impression. Magnus was not going to come across as a neighbour who is horrible at choosing pet names. Not today!
“His name is Raphael,” Magnus said casually as possible. “I take pet names very seriously, you see.”
Chairman squinted at him then and gave him a traitorous look.
All was fair in love and war - and meet cutes. Chairman would understand one day.
“Nice to meet you, Magnus,” the man smiled and Magnus wanted to break into a Disney song. “And hello, Raphael! I’m Alec!”
There was another meow then. But not the soft sound Magnus was familiar with, but rather a loud and exasperated one.
The neighbour bent down again (and once more Magnus couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at that perfect view) and picked up an a slightly bigger orange tabby.
“Awww,” Magnus cooed. “Who is this?”
“Uh,” the man blinked. “This is…Jace.”
What a pretentious name, Magnus thought but decided not to pass any judgement at this stage of their relationship.
And yes, there was going to be a relationship here, goddamnit!
“Welcome to Brooklyn, Jace!” Magnus waved at the cat. “And you too, Alexander.”
Another blush.
This was going so well.
“Are you from New York?” Magnus asked, because he didn’t want to go back inside just yet. Fuck that email. Ragnor can wait. “You do sound like you are.”
“I am,” Alec replied. “I moved from Manhattan!”
“Well, I must say you have gotten yourself an excellent place,” Magnus grinned. “I heard the neighbours are nice and friendly. And apparently easy on the eyes too.”
More blushing. Magnus was positively in love.
“Yay!” Alec threw up the cat in mock celebration and the little creature meowed in annoyance. “Hush, you. Magnus seems nice. He won’t be like Sebastian.”
“Is Sebastian your….” Magnus pretended to be aloof although he was desperate for more information.
“My ex-neighbour,” Alec grimaced. “Real piece of work. He lied to me about his family and his job and his…You know what? It doesn’t matter. He was just a pathetic liar. I am glad the new neighbours are nice and friendly…and easy on the eyes.”
Alec was genuinely smiling at him and Magnus felt horrified. This poor man had been lied to by his old neighbour and Magnus had started their relationship (yes, it is happening okay!!) off with a lie.
“I’m so sorry,” Magnus said.
“Oh, that’s okay,” Alec waved him off. “I don’t talk to him anymore and I-”
“No, it’s not about that, although he sucks big time and I am sorry about that too,” Magnus said quickly. “I’m actually sorry because I kinda lied to you.”
Alec stiffened. “You did?”
“My cat’s name is not Raphael,” Magnus pointed at the cat. “Raphael is actually my friend. A super judgemental friend, by the way.”
“Why did you lie?” Alec asked, as his body relaxed a little.
“Because Raphael told me my cat’s name is ridiculous and I didn’t want you to judge me or think I am some weirdo and then our relationship….as neighbours will be ruined.”
Alec took all of that in for a moment and then smiled.
“What’s the little one’s real name?”
“Chairman Meow,” Magnus said quietly.
Alec, who he thought would roll his eyes, grinned brilliantly.
“My cat’s name is not Jace,” Alec lifted the orange tabby. “Jace is actually my brother. A super pretentious brother, by the way.”
Magnus smiled back. “What’s this one's real name then?”
“Chairman Meow,” Alec lifted his cat a little higher. “I’d like you to meet Captain Cutebutt.”
“Oh my god, I love it!” Magnus almost yelled.
“I’m glad,” Alec looked actually relieved. “I thought you didn’t like dorky shit - like my brother.”
“I love dorky shit!” Magnus actually did yell this time.
Alec laughed at that, with his entire face. Magnus reminded himself to google how many cats were too many cats to adopt as a couple.
“Now that everyone has properly met every one,” Magnus grinned and pointed at his apartment. “Why don’t you get that cute butt in here so we can have a cup of coffee?”
Alec blushed furiously at that. “Are you talking about me or my cat?”
“Yes,” Magnus winked and walked back in with Chairman.
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It was a regular day at Beacon Academy. A little rain, a tad stuffy, but bearable. Jaune sat on his bed in a white tank top and uniform pants. Being a leader meant he got one less class than his teammates so he could organize their gear and come up with tactics for them. It was sorta a class, but not in the traditional way. Jaune was even sure he got graded on it somehow. The only hard part about it was the occasional bullet that shot into his room from across the hall. You would think Ruby knew how to handle her own sister’s weapons with extreme care.
Jaune nonchalantly wrote down the inventory of ammunition when his dorm room door swung open abruptly. Nora walked with her shoulders slouched, textbooks in her arms, and head held down. The normally energetic plopped the pile of books on her nightstand before belly flopping onto her bed. A mighty scream came from her and bombarded her pretty pink pillow.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Jaune didn’t know how to take that. He slowly put down his pen and paper and got up to shut the door before someone or something got curious. Stray bullets already get in easily. He didn’t need to add people who would be curious about the sound of murder that Nora let out. “Ummm, you okay Nora?”
“School sucks…” she muffled, still face down in the pillow. She felt her mattress sink in slightly. Her head popped up to see Jaune with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re just now figuring that out?” He responded, half jokingly and the other being completely serious. “Tell me what’s wrong. Who do I have to get Pyrrha to beat up?”
Nora chuckled, “you saying I need help beating someone up?”
“That’s a fair point. I don’t know what I was thinking. If it isn’t a person problem, then it’s a school or Ren problem.”
“Is Ren not a person?”
“Not a person you want to beat up or anything like that.”
He got her there. Nora couldn’t imagine hurting a hair on that sleepy ninja’s head, but he was part of a greater problem. “I already said it, school sucks! I thought it would be more...everything! It’s mostly just work though and trying to stay awake! How do people do this for basically two decades!? I’m half a year in and overwhelmed.” She let out a sigh.
It was easy to forget that Ren and Nora fell into the category that didn’t go to combat school or regular school. They simply survived for years until coming here. It was amazing actually. Jaune studied pretty hard and yet his grades were usually right behind there’s. Not to mention his complete lack of combat experience for obvious reasons. Still, he knew what school was, how the game was played. Nora probably only had the perception of tv and books to paint the picture of school. Not the most reliable medium by any means.
“Yeah, school can be a lot to deal with. Honestly you’re doing amazingly. Ren too.”
“Ren is pretty good at most things, except socializing.” Nora said bitterly. “He’s not the best at any social thing really.”
“Then there’s you, the social butterfly.” Jaune watched Nora spring up suddenly. She grabbed him by the shoulders and stared intensely into his eyes.
“That’s just it, I can’t socialize with anyone outside of this team and RWBY! Everyone either doesn’t click well or thinks I’m too much!” She shook him. “I’m stuck in a bubble!”
Jaune grabbed her arms to stop the shaking before he got nauseous. Nora had realized that she might have crossed into “too much” territory again and laughed nervously. “Sorry.
“It’s fine.” He said, holding his stomach for a second. “Is the bubble you’re in bad or something? I mean, it has seven cool people in it.”
Nora narrowed her eyes. “I hope you’re not counting me because it’s my bubble, instead of excluding yourself as a way of saying you’re not cool, right?”
“I don’t think that’s important to this discussion.”
“Hmmm, we’re talking about that later. As soon as Pyrrha and Ren get back from town. They wanted extra tool kits.”
“You didn’t want one?”
“Jaune, it’s raining outside. It just might thunderstorm and I’m a human lightning rod. I’m not about to carry metal tools in the rain, then get on an airship.”
Jaune made a mental note to stand so far away from Nora if a situation happened where they are caught in a thunderstorm. Nora finally kicked off her shoes and undid the shirt ribbon. Nora also flung off her blazer and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. Today was just too stuffy for the multiple layers of restraint. Even if the uniforms were cute. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, finally more comfortable. At the corner of her eye, she caught Jaune’s eyes dip down for a split second before looking away. “Huh…”
“What?” Jaune said as he turned back around.
“Nothing, just thinking. Anyways, I guess I had this grand vision of school. Tons of friends, classes that weren’t boring, sports, guys flirting with me; maybe even a girl or two as a shock value.”
Jaune raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked-”
“No! Well, it would be nice admittedly, but Ren is doing his own thing and I’m doing mine. If he wanted to date me then he would’ve done it ages ago.” Nora sighed. Clearly she was a little bothered by that fact. She leaned backwards and did that weird sound whenever a person’s lips flap real fast. Jaune followed suit by laying next to her and mimicked the noise.
“If it makes you feel better, school isn’t panning out exactly how I wanted to either.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better Jaune. It just means we’re both unsatisfied, you dummy.” She elbowed him. “You’ll get the hang of combat. The best is training you.”
“I know but it isn’t just that. I’m fine with our friend group, but I do wish I could not look like a complete joke to my fellow peers at all times.”
“Confidence is key.”
“Ugh, you sound like my dad. Confidence is in short supply when you always try and whiff, terribly.”
“Weiss…?” Nora hesitantly said.
“I was still talking about things in general but yeah sure, we can stab the sore spot.”
“Sorry.”
“Eh, it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me that much anymore. I was a little annoying. I can admit that.”
“Yeah… but she’s also just kinda rude to you. I think you could do way better than the ice queen. I mean you’re handsome and tall. Sure you’re dorky, but-”
“Wait wait wait, you think I’m handsome?” Jaune questioned. He wasn’t expecting her to say that.
“Of course, do...do you not think that?” Nora watched Jaune shrug his shoulders in confusion. “What do you mean you don’t know!?”
“No one has ever told me that so I just sort of assumed wasn’t or average I guess.”
“Are you trying to tell me that your seven sisters and mother have never called you handsome?”
Jaune rolled his eyes playfully. “We both know that doesn’t count.”
She nodded. Nora just had to make sure. “Yeah well anyways, I think you’re handsome. I’m sure other people do too.” Both of them stopped talking for a moment. Nora fidgeted with her fingers while toying with a thought that was at the forefront of her mind. “What about me? Being beautiful, I mean.”
“Oh that’s easy, of course you’re beautiful. Anyone would have to be crazy to think otherwise.”
“I don’t see any boys trying their luck. Maybe I really am just a lot to deal with?”
“If someone likes you then it isn’t ‘dealing’ at all. It’s accepting and loving that individual for who they are.”
“W...wow, that was unexpectedly deep. So, you don’t ‘deal’ with me or think I’m too much?” For some reason, Nora was nervous about his response.”
“Sure you’re energetic, but like you said, I have seven sisters. I’m used to being energetic and bubbly. You like having fun and it’s not your fault sitting still is hard when you’ve been on the go all your life. I think you’re just fine Nora. I wish I could have half of your enthusiasm. Now that’s real confidence.”
A bright pink blush came across her face. That had to be the sweetest thing someone has told her. Nora felt so moved by it. “Thank…” she said, the words slipping out. “I think you’re pretty great too. Ever since initiation.”
Jaune cringed, “I was constantly flying through the air for one reason or another. How did you get the impression of me being great.”
“You didn’t run away. You stood by us, planned for victory, and even fended off some attacks. I knew I saw a fearless leader from the get go. I’m glad to be on your team.” Nora smiled.
Now Jaune was blushing a little and “thanks…” was also all he could say too. The two turned to look at each other quietly, their eyes fixated on one another.
“Jaune, by any chance, do you think I’m physically attractive. As in my body.” She wasn’t sure why she was asking the question after the glance earlier but she just had to hear him say it.
“I do.” Jaune stuttered, “You a- are very attractive.”
“What part?”
“Huh!?” His heart started racing. “What’s with the sudden game of twenty questions?”
Nora sat up and pulled Jaune up with her. Nora grabbed his shoulders again and positioned herself on top of his lap. The two of their faces were now crimson. Nora dragged her hand down to Jaune’s chest and felt his heart race and he shivered a little bit. “I like your chest the most I think. I can tell you’re training seriously. Try not to get too buff though. You can move your hands too, to what catches your eye the most.”
Jaune wasn’t sure what to do. His hands felt like stun until the sound of Nora giggling lightly snapped him into action. This was fine. This was going to be fine. Jaune thought about it for a moment. Hips, thighs, toned stomach, a chest that basically rivaled Yang. There wasn’t a bad part of Nora anywhere. Jaune finally settled on her thighs though, before his hands went further up to Nora’s butt. She let out a yelp by surprise. It was really cute.
“Funny, I thought you’d go for tits.”
“It was a really hard decision.”
Nora shifted closer to Jaune. Their blush increased. Nora could absolutely feel something poking her thigh. “It’s not the only hard thing either.” She took her left hand and grabbed her leader’s clothed shaft. It didn’t stop him from letting out a subtle groan, or throbbing. Nora bit her lip softly. Jaune was turned on, and it was for what she was doing. “Want me to help with your confidence?” Nora said, her voice slightly shaking and fueled with teenage desire.
“Are...you actually okay with-” He was cut off by Nora’s lips. She pushed against him freely until Jaune started pushing back, slipping his tongue in eagerly. His grip on Nora’s ass got firmer while she started wrinkling his shirt. It was impossible to deny they were both horny for each other. The kiss unfortunately ended to get air.
“Confidence rule number one: Don’t second guess a woman who’s grabbing your dick and asking you to touch her; hell yeah I’m sure…” she put her arms around his neck and claimed his lips again. It wasn’t long after that her hips moved back and forth on their own. Jaune let out a grunt Nora didn’t know he could make. She pulled back again and puffed out her chest. Jaune got the hint and made quick work of her shirt, then removed his. Seeing Nora wearing a frilly pink bra wasn’t something he thought would be happening today, but here he was. Her entire body radiated heat and looked soft, despite the power that it held.
“Does Mr. Seven sisters know how to remove a bra, or does he need help?” She egged on.
“Let’s not bring up my family while I’m doing this.” Jaune’s hands went to the strap. It took a couple seconds but it unclasped without fail. The fabric was removed and gave Jaune the sight of Nora’s boobs. The orbs were definitely rivaling Yang’s and Nora’s light pink, slightly puffy nipples made him very anxious. It felt like staring at a goddess. Nora took his hand and placed it on the right one. Jaune’s fingers sunk into the soft mound immediately. He started slowly groping and massaging it, earning a gasp the most his index finger traced around Nora’s nipple.
“They’re sensitive…” she gasped again, feeling his other hand come to keep the left one company. Jaune pushed them together and kept rubbing them firmly. Nora could only whimper as Jaune kissed her again. His tongue was invited in again to claim Nora’s mouth without fail. The grinding became more and more difficult to handle as Jaune and Nora kept their liplock. Minutes passed by before Jaune fealt Nora breath heavenly against his chest until her legs clenched and let out a whimper more intense than the others.
“Mmmmmmhhhh~” Nora started to calm down a little before realizing what just happened. She broke the kiss to see Jaune stunned. His pants were stained, heavily. Not to mention her underwear. Nora covered her face,“sorry, I have a short fuse.” She confessed. “I can still go for sure but...I didn’t think I’d get this wet so fast.”
She got off of Jaune quickly and removed the rest of her clothing. Being completely naked was less embarrassing than what already happened. Except for removing her panties. Strands of her arousal clung to the fabric briefly and ran down her thighs. The way Jaune was hypnotized by the glistening pink flower only made her body feel hotter. Therefore, keeping her wet for him. But Nora needed to do something first.
The beautiful woman walked back over to her leader and got on the bed with her hands and knees. She gave Jaune a quick kiss before leaning him back and pulling off his soiled pants. Jaune couldn’t say a word as he watched Nora pull down his boxers, springing his erect cock straight up. Nora marveled at the six inch phallus. Jaune let out another groan as she grabbed it, slowly jerking it. “Do you like that?” Nora moaned.
“Yes…” Jaune had never been this excited before. “I love it…”
“Then you’ll love this.” Nora kissed the base of his shaft, sucking lightly on it as she slid her tongue up to the tip, then wrapped her mouth around the whole thing.
“Nora!” Jaune gasped. Nora eagerly sucked and slurped on her leader's dick. Her tongue swirled around it and she held his heavy balls. The vibrations of Nora moans and his leg twitch every time she sucked a little harder on the tip told her that Jaune wasn’t gonna last long. She was hungry, craving his taste. Nora’s free hand made its way down to slide inside herself as Jaune placed a hand on top of her head. Her heart started racing faster and her mind zoned out as his hips rose to meet Nora’s soft lips. Nora took him all the down her throat one more time before the man reached his limit. Jaune groaned in ecstasy as he shot ropes of his pent up cum down Nora’s throat. The girl never stopped her assault. Nora slowly bobbed her head and sucked as much seed as she could, reveling in the sounds of Jaune being pleasured like he never had before. Nora finally came all the way, licking his sensitive tip clean as her lustful eyes met his. She ran her finger across her lips and went back to slowly jerking his still very hard erection.
Nora gave a smile full of pride. “You should see your face. You’re as red as Ruby's cape.”
Jaune didn’t doubt it. He was still catching his breath. “Nora, That was...fuck. Why are you so good at that?”
Nora played with her, a little embarrassed by the question. “You may have filled my mind a few times when I was alone in the shower. I’m living out those thoughts right now.”
“You think about me?”
“Like I said, I think you’re pretty handsome. I know we’re both new at this but our first round should last longer now that-eep!” Nora yelped. Jaune had pulled her leg unexpectedly and put her underneath him. His left hand put both of hers above her head slowly, before holding them down by interlocking his fingers with her own. Nora quivered as Jaune’s fingers spread her open and rubbed her soaked entrance. A single digit slid in to be immediately wrapped by immense tightly. Nora craned her neck up, letting Jaune kiss and nip along the tender skin and collarbone.
“Jaune~” Nora moaned. Her body never felt so hot. “Don’t tease me, I want it. I want you.”
Jaune was ready to fulfill that wish, but a single thought bothered him. “I know we talked about that first rule but you’re safe right? I don’t have protection”
“Hehehe, relax, it’s a safe day. Kudos on asking though.” Jaune smiled and gave her a gentler kiss. The fact that he did that after what her mouth was just on only made her heart flutter. “Please fuck me already…” The heat from his length pressing against Nora made her feel so weak in the best way possible. She could break out of this pin so easily but had no intention on doing so. Slowly the tip pressed into her. Inch by inch made her breathe quicken as a feeling more electric than lightning shot through her in waves until Jaune was buried inside her constricting walls. Then sensation of their skin against each other only made things more intense. “I feel so full…” Nora whimpered. There was no real resistance with how wet she was.
Jaune dared not to move immediately. This feeling was way too much. The soaked heat of Nora’s walls beckoned him to move through with intense lust. “Nora! You’re so tight!” Jaune rocked his hips forward and could only moan with Nora. She had gotten tighter.
“Jaune! Move!” Nora cried out. She didn’t need to ask twice. Jaune tried to go slowly but couldn’t help himself to start thrusting into Nora’s pussy to the point wet slaps echoed through the room. Jaune released her hands and Nora pulled him into yet another makeout session that could hopefully contain her from screaming. It didn’t do much with Jaune grabbing her waist. He got up on his knees while raising it. Nora could barely see the look of lust on Jaune’s face passed her boobs, but felt him as his dick started ramming straight into her and pressing against her womb.
“Ah fuck! Jaune! Y-You’re-aaaah!” Nora couldn’t think. She could only feel the pleasure Jaune was giving, her own arousal dripped down onto and coated Jaune’s dick; spurring him on to keep making her bed rock. Nora could feel herself getting closer to the edge. It felt as if a knot inside of her was getting pulled tighter and tighter. Every thrust, every touch, every noise; it slowly kept stacking up to the point her nails dug into sheets in a desperate attempt to cling on to anything. Until finally…
“JAUNE!” She snapped. Nora’s orgasm hit her body like a train, tensing up her entire body and gripping Jaune until he couldn’t take it anymore. Despite their earlier talk, Jaune pulled out and came right on Nora. Unleashing thick beads of white that reached to her chest, all the way down to her throbbing red soaked pussy. It was still quivering and leaking like a faucet, but her attention was too busy focused on controlling her breathing and feeling Jaune’s hot load on her skin. Nora got some off with her finger and let Jaune watch her lick it like a dessert. “You came on me.” She gasped, trying to breathe right.
“Yeah.” Jaune gasped as well. “Better...safe than sorry.”
“I guess, but…” Nora kept her legs spread. Gently she rubbed her clit as her face was gaining the same level of red from earlier. “I wanted my leader to mark me up. “ Nora could see how much Jaune’s dick was still throbbing, excited her. Both were thinking the same thing, one more round. They knew their teammates could come in at any time but they didn’t care.
“I’ll mark you this time. Jaune said, getting excited at the idea. It got even better when Nora turned around. His teammate got on all fours and rested on her forearms. She looked back at him, waving her magnificent ass enticingly to get what she wanted, Jaune back inside of her.
“You said my ass was your favorite part right?” She lightly painted. Nora watched Jaune get right behind her and teasingly rub his tip to tease her, before spreading her out again. “Ah! It feels bigger like this!” Her pussy kept spasming and Jaune’s hands gripping her ass only made her want to cum faster. Jaune began thrusting into her yet again. The wet slapping of his hips crashing into her again made Nora’s arms want to give out. “More~” she moaned, arching her back further. Nora was about to drop her entire upper body down to the mattress but Jaune had other plans. His strong arms went under Nora’s and squeezed her breasts. Jaune made her stand on her knees while he did the same, fucking her deep. Jaune pinched her nipples enough to make her jolt. Nora��s head leaned back on his chest and she could only look up at him as she squirmed.
“You’re so sexy.” Jaune moaned. His right hand traces her gorgeous body down to her clit. Nora wasn’t ready to feel him press up against the hood of her swollen clit.
“Ahhh! Jaune!” Nora reached up and all but guided his tongue into her mouth with a kiss that could only be described as lustful. Any decency left was completely abandoned as Jaune and Nora held that position. All of her buttons were being pushed and they all made her tighten around Jaune’s cock . Jaune felt her ooze down his shaft. Knowing how good he made her was a high he didn’t know he needed until now. To think Nora Valkyrie would be into him was like a dream he didn’t wanna wake from. Jaune broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “I’ve thought about you too.” He said, kissing her ear.
Nora whimpered and whined when she felt him pound harder after his confession. His hands held her firmer in place. She was sure he’d leave red marks all over her. “Am I as good as you hoped?”
“Better, you’re so much better Nora!” He could himself reach the end of his rope. “Fuck I’m gonna cum!”
“Give it to me! Cum in your teammate. She’s cumming for you!” Nora gasped, sweaty and on the edge again. Jaune captured her lips again to control their moans. He got several more blissful thrusts before he hilted himself in her, climaxing. The sudden warm feeling of Jaune unloading inside Nora pushed her over the edge and made her walls squeeze down on the shift to get all Jaune had to give. The two held each other tight, shivering as their shared orgasm went through their bodies. Jaune slowly kept rocking his hips to draw it out as he made out with Nora. The two finally fell over. Jaune caught himself so not to crush Nora underneath him. She could still feel him inside as they desperately caught their breath.
“That was...everything!” Nora tiredly laughed. “Hot damn, I’ve never felt like that before.”
“Same here.”He kissed the nape of his neck and laughed.
Nora felt Jaune slowly start to pull out her. The sensation still gave her chills beyond belief. Her high sex drive was working over time. What surprised her though was the slow plunge but into her. Nora gasped, turning around to see Jaune still breathing heavy, but with eyes that adored her. “Let me too this time.”
Jaune smiled and got off of her. Nora felt like she couldn’t move fast enough to straddle Jaune again and spread herself on him. She made Jaune lay on his back again and his hands grabbed hips, while Nora leaned forward to put her hands on his chest. Jaune was mesmerized by the view of Nora’s flushed body as she began riding him. Her boobs bounced up and down in a rhythm of slamming down onto his cock. Nora’s toned thighs were on display too. It wasn’t long before leaned back and groped one of her boobs, giving Jaune a shown.
“I’m not gonna last long.” Jaune groaned, thrusting up into her. He missed pressing against her womb. “Fuck~”
Nora smiled devilishly. Her hands went through her hair to give Jaune a perfect view of everything. It fired her up to see his eyes fixated on watching her envelope his twitching erection. She wasn’t gonna last long either. “Just a few more minutes!” Nora moaned, closing her eyes and biting her lip. “Let me ride my leader's cock a little longer.”
Jaune could tell Nora really got off from being on the same team. Truthfully, he could completely understand. The two only lasted two more minutes at best before having their final orgasm. Nora felt her energy drain, laying right on Jaune’s chest. This time she felt him slide out all the way. He is most likely soft again. Nora looked up to see Jaune absolutely tired. His hair was sticking to his forehead and everything. Jaune reached over the side of the bed to feel around for his pants. Once he found it, he pulled out his scroll and started texting.
“Who are you texting?” Nora asked.
“A leader should maximize his time and take advantage of opportunities. I just texted Pyrrha and Ren the list I made of ammunition we need.” He smiled when they texted back with a thumbs up. “There, now we don’t have to move for awhile.” Jaune sunk into the bed while Nora laughed.
“So….umm, is this a regular thing now?” She asked. “I know you just kinda threw you into this.”
“You really did, I mean you could’ve at least bought me dinner first.” He joked, holding her close. “You know you should really have more confidence.”
“Oh ha ha, I can’t believe I’m dating a wise guy. Italian?”
“Hell yeah. Just let me lay here for a second.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
The two comfortably enjoyed the afterglow of their surprised sex session. Across the room, the leader of their sister team could only stare at a blank piece of paper, too flushed by all the sounds she heard.
“Stupid Jaune.” She thought, covering her face. “And he thought gunshots were loud!?”
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Summary: You and your tattoo ex Jeon Jungkook have been broken up for the past 2 years. But what happens he enters your life again when you just have gotten over him?
Pairing: jungkook x reader, reader x jimin
Genre: angsty af, tattoo artist Jungkook, eventual smut (?), break up!au
words: 3.3k
Chapter 2/6 (1) (3) (4) (5)
Present time
“Wake up ____!”
Your face was hit by the softness of a pillow. You groaned and threw your arm over your head as protection. Coldness when hit you when your duvet was ripped away from your body. If you weren’t so tired you probably would have screamed.
“Why are you so sleepy?”
You didn’t respond and buried your head into your pillow.
“Are you dead?”
You finally opened your eyes just halfway to look at the intruder in your room.
“10 more minutes Jimin.”
A scoff was heard from the man. Suddenly a hand wrapped around your ankle and you were yanked out of your soft bed onto the ground.
“Jimin, I swear to god!”
You rubbed your eyes awake and to avoid staring at the man who rudely woke you up.
“Come on ____, you promised you would come today.”
You finally fully opened your eyes to stare up at Jimin. He held out his hand to help you up and you accepted it.
“Okay Jimin, but please leave my room so I can get changed!”
Thankfully that made him leave. Your roommate had been going on about a new fair that had just opened in your area. You had never planned on visiting it as the last time you went to the fair you threw up the churros you had that night. Also you were with the person you only recently had gotten over.
But you felt bad for Jimin as you had been busy with school and deadlines that you two hardly got to spend time with one another. You first met Jimin in your first year of college. He lived next door to your dorm. Initially, you two were enemies. Your food would always go missing and you took forever in the shower. It wasn’t until you both ended up stumbling home drunk together that your friendship bloomed. Ever since then he has been your closest friend. Eventually, you and he decided that the student dorm weren’t for you two anymore and decided to rent an apartment.
You got ready and made your way into the kitchen. The biggest pro about living was Jimin – he was an amazing cook. The smell of blueberry pancakes reached your nose and your pace picked up a bit. He stood in the kitchen with his apron on flipping a pan of pancake batter.
“Did the smell of pancakes bring you back to life?”
You gave him your most sarcastic smile while grabbing your coffee cup. Jimin thankfully had the coffee machine on and filled with your favourite coffee.
“Why do you want to go to this fair so badly?”
You questioned him while pouring your coffee. He rolled his eyes and threw the completed pancakes onto your plate.
“You are honestly no fun ____. It’s just school and sleeping with you?”
His annoying attitude made you sigh. You just wanted to eat pancakes. You knew you liked keeping yourself busy with school. It helped keep your mind off things that were worrying you. Although you enjoyed having fun, you preferred having it in small doses.
“Sorry Jimin. I promise we’ll have fun and maybe we could go out to a club or something with our friends later?”
Jimin's demeanour immediately shifted and his eyes softened when he looked at you. A smile spread across his entire face. He pushed the plate of pancakes towards you.
“Sounds like a plan ____.”
An hour later, you and Jimin had left your house and were walking towards the fairground. The smell of cotton candy and the yelling of children indicated you were getting closer. Jimin started to jump in excitement. He grabbed your wrist to keep up with his pace.
“Come on ____!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his dorkiness. Jimin had really taught you to indulge in the little things in life. Even if it was just a fairground.
When you both finally reached the fair, Jimin immediately went over to the prize-winning stalls. He looked almost like a child as he rushed you towards them, the fairy lights hitting his skin so beautifully.
People always wondered why you and Jimin were never an item. You honestly didn’t know why either. When you first met him you were still getting over your breakup and wasn’t looking for love. Jimin also wasn’t interested as he wanted to focus on school. You both also regularly hooked up with people and the other person couldn’t care less. You sometimes just felt like he was a big brother to you. He just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy. You never had that spark of love that you felt and he gave no indication that he was interested romantically for you.
“I’m going to win that bear!” He said with too much confidence in his tone.
His finger was pointed to a large fluffy white bear clutching a cartoon heart. It was silly but cute. Jimin marched over to the stall. He was surrounded by little children which made him look a giant towering over them. You could feel the second-hand embarrassment overwhelm you so much that you had to look away and laugh.
When it was Jimin’s turn he slammed his money on the table. The aim of the game was to shot down the metal cups stacked up with a fake gun. A massive scam you thought but Jimin was determined to win. He overdramatically picked up the gun and loaded it. All the children were watching with excitement. He brought the gun up to rest near his eye. Surprisingly, you could feel the tension the children and Jimin had. He wrapped his finger around the trigger. He took the smallest sigh to relax himself.
“This one is for you ____”.
He said as he pulled the trigger. A large bang from the gun came out as the plastic bullet was fired. Along with it was the clashing of the metal cups all falling over. You didn’t even notice that your mouth had dropped. The children roared and cheered Jimin with joy. Jimin blushed and shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. You couldn’t help but cheer for him
“Great-
-Shot!” You yelled at him. Jungkook smirked and grinned at you. He pointed to the bear and asked for it. He carried it towards you and made it wave at you. You rolled your eyes at him. He could be such a goofball sometimes. You took the bear off him and he interlocked your hand with his. You both walked around the fair. The fairy lights made Jungkook look almost angelic even though he was more ink than actual skin. He was honestly beautiful.
“What are starting at?”
He questioned looking down at you. You were caught red-handed gushing over him. But you didn’t care, you wanted him to know that he was pretty.
“My boyfriend is so handsome.”
You replied in a giggly voice. He immediately lost his cool appearance and you saw him blush. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Ohh is my Jungkookie blushing?”
You rested your head on his shoulder. He looked at the ground in hopes that you wouldn’t see him smiling like an idiot. You loved seeing him embarrassed with compliments.
“Stop it ____.”
He threatened as he could still see you enjoying watching him suffer. But his threat fell upon deaf ears.
“I can’t help it! My baby is so cute and precious! I love him so much!”
You proceeded to wrapped your small arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly. He let out the cutest giggle you’ve ever heard. You were smiling, pleased with yourself that you were making Jungkook relaxed for once.
“Okay that’s it!”
He yelled at you. He used his superior strength and spun around and before you knew it you were lift off the ground.
“Jungkook, stop it now!!”
You squealed like a child. He laughed hard and spun you around. You could feel the strange looks you were getting from passing people. Jungkook couldn’t care less. He wanted to show everyone that you two were a couple.
“This is so corny!”
He soon placed you back down onto the ground. You could feel the dizziness of him spinning you around. You looked up at him with a look of annoyance. He just smirked back down at you enjoying seeing you pissed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead.
You both continued walking until Jungkook stopped in front of the ferris wheel. He raised his eyebrow looking at you.
“Shall we?”
He said in a posh accent. He held his hand out to you and you gladly accepted. Jungkook paid and you both sat down on the seat. As you both sat waiting for the ride to start you let out a small shiver. Jungkook immediately turned to protective mode.
“Are you cold?”
He said concerned. You shook your head. He rolled his eyes and removed his long wool coat and threw it over your shoulders. You were thankful he didn’t get onto you about not bringing a coat when he told you to. You thanked him and secured the coat over you. He gave your hands a rub when he felt how cold they were. The ride began with a jolt and soon you and Jungkook were both in the air.
It was one of the most peaceful moments in your life. As you got higher the children’s screams were less loud and there was a light breeze. You were basking in this when Jungkook spoke up.
“Where do you see us?”
He asked. You weren’t expecting such a loaded question.
“What?”
“In the future. What do you see us doing?”
You stared at him in thought. You honestly haven’t thought about the future. You were just focused on school and your relationships. All you knew is that college was the main plan. Other than that nothing crossed your mind.
“I don’t know.”
You replied honestly. Jungkook laid his hand on your thigh. He starred at you with a hint of seriousness.
“I was thinking. If you wanted to of course. My roommate is moving out of the apartment. So I thought maybe I could move out as well and get a nicer apartment. And maybe we could move in together. Like when you go to college.”
You looked at him for what felt like five minutes. He was asking you to move in together after you finished high school.
“I know it’s a stupid idea. I just thought that we were getting serious now.”
You quickly pecked him on the lips to shut him up.
“I would love to Jungkook.”
A smile immediately spread on his face. His eyes danced all over your face as if to check if you were being serious. In happiness, he cupped your face and kissed you slowly.
“I love you so much baby girl.”
He whispered and returned back to kissing your lips.
“Say it back baby.”
“I love you Jungkook.”
You both sat kissing each other's faces until the ride stopped. You and him both hooped off and suddenly the smell of food entered your nostrils. Jungkook looked down at you beaming.
“Churros?”
Jimin strutted over to you, keen to show off his winning prize. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. He held it out to you as an offering.
“There is barely any room in my bedroom for that.”
You explained laughing. He pouted and held it under his arm. The rest of the day with Jimin was lovely. You and he both ate cotton candy and people watched. You went on a lot of fun rides which made you scream and laugh. Jimin forced you to go on the scary ghost ride with him which nearly made you die of fear. You had your face buried in his shoulder the entire ride while he bellowed with laughter.
Before you both realised the sun was about to set. Jimin’s skin was literally glowing from the sun’s kisses. You couldn’t help to admire his looks. He was very handsome. Even when his hair was messed up from all the rides you and he had been on.
“Do I have food on my face?”
He asked unknowingly. You snapped out of your daydream and shook your head. You could have sworn that you saw Jimin smirk when he continued walking. You decided to switch the conversation to avoid any more embarrassment.
“So are you going to invite that girl you’ve been talking to?”
You questioned him, giving your eyebrows a sly wiggle. Jimin acted confused.
“Huh? Who are you talking about?”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at his ambiguity.
“You know who I’m talking about Jimin, the girl that’s been coming over to our flat in the late hours.”
You dragged your words, teasing him. You bet he thought he was being sneaky bringing the girl in his maths class home. You honestly didn’t really mind. However, there had been a few incidents where due to the noises coming from his room, you found it more difficult to get to sleep.
Jimin turned into a cute innocent boy. He placed his hand over his heart and gasped.
“Me?! No way. Also we were studying…”
You crossed your arms and gave him a look of “yeah right Jimin”. He immediately confessed.
“Yes, I’m inviting her but its not serious. But _____, you’re not so innocent either! What about that boy I found in our kitchen making coffee for you and him??”
It was your turn to be defensive. You shook your head and gave him a shove with your entire body. He hardly nudged. You knew he was talking about your former lab partner, who you finally allowed to your pants after he wouldn’t stop bothering you.
“That’s not the same! That was one night, and you were supposed to be out that night!”
He hummed a reply. You both silently agreed that you both were incapable of having an actual relationship. Jimin pulled his watch out.
“Shit _____, we need to get back to the apartment, we’ll have to leave soon.”
“Relax Jimin, we have plenty of time to get ready.”
“Anytime today _____?”
You rolled your eyes at his comment and continued slipping on your high heels. The clock above reading 10:42. Both of you were late meeting up with your friends. Jimin had just texted them to start with you two. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror giving your hair a fix then went down to the kitchen where Jimin was.
Jimin turned to you hearing you enter. His mouth was open to say something sarcastic to you but stopped when he saw you. His eyes were scanning all over your figure. He was used to seeing you in hoodies and sweatpants, not in a dress as tight as this.
“What?”
You quizzed him, confused to why your friend was just staring at you. He finally closed his mouth and straightened himself up.
“You look pretty.”
That was all he said. You felt your cheeks turn rosy at his comment. You gave his outfit a scan as well. Black jeans with a ripped that highlighted his long legs and a simple but smart shirt with the top three buttons undone.
“Not so bad yourself Jimin.”
Your hands reached for the two shots Jimin poured and you handed on to him. You both raised your glasses to the ceiling.
“A toast to a great fucking night!”
Jimin said and smashed his glass with yours. Heads facing up, the strong vodka fell down into each other’s throats with a burn. It was also probably the last discernible memory you had that night.
Fast forward to 1am, your ears have stopped hurting from the loud bass coming from the sound system in this club. You were into your fourth shot and god knows how much other drinks you’ve had. The neon lights had you feeling some kind of way and all you wanted to do was dance. You and your female friend were dancing to some throwback 90’s song. A mixture of you two laughing and singing along made you feel euphoric. When the song drew to a close, your friend leaned in and said she was going to get a drink. You booed her, wanting to stay and dance some more. She warned you not to leave where you were standing and she’ll be right back. Unfortunately, she had no idea how actually drunk you were. As soon as she turned away and the next song began, you found yourself in the middle of a group of sweaty strangers.
You continued dancing by yourself. Soon you felt rough hands on your hips. You turned your head to be faced with a random boy. He was handsome you thought or maybe you were just drunk. You leaned back into his chest. As you reached up to touch his neck, his body was suddenly gone near you. Glancing behind you, Jimin was jostling the man away. You didn’t even get to process what was happening when Jimin stomped towards you. He gripped your waist tightly and buried his head into your neck.
“Dance with me _____.”
His breath was laced with alcohol. He guided your body as you swayed your hips into him. You could hear his soft groan vibrate on your neck. You wrapped your arm around his neck, tracing your fingers on his skin. Leaning back into him, you pushed your ass into his crotch. His lips copied your neck with a sigh, taking in your scent.
“Just like that baby.”
Suddenly he spun you around to face him. With his hands cupped around your jaw, he pulled your lips into his. Like chocolate, you and he melted into each other. Your hands gripped his t-shirt in an attempt to pull him in closer. He bit your bottom lip and returned his pump lips back to your mouth. Jimin deepened the kissed, overlapping his tongue on your lips. You granted him entrance and he slithered in his tongue. He made you feel so good. It was overwhelming.
You pulled apart from the kiss. Jimin leaned his forehead onto yours. His lips were stained with your lipstick. He smirked at you with his lustful eyes. As you stared back at him, a sudden fear of unknown dread-filled your body. You took note of the way he was cupping your face. How you possibly just ruined your friendship with him.
As an automatic reaction, you were taking steps back without even noticing. Jimin stared at you like an alien.
“_____?”
He yelled at you, taking a step towards. An impulse of distress caused you to turn around and you rushed upstairs. Your head was spinning with thoughts that your drunken brain couldn’t handle. You felt guilt-ridden and sick. The mix of the two feelings had your stomach-churning. Scanning your area, your eyes landed on the bathroom. Dashing over to it, you swung the door open. As you were ready to hurl yourself over the toilet seat, you came to the realisation that you were not alone in the bathroom.
Your blurry vision could make out two bodies pushed up against the wall. One was on the sink and their legs were wrapped around the other. The music was muted in the room so the sound of lips kissing echoed through the small bathroom. It was abruptly stopped as the two faces were now twisted towards you. Realising you were being a cockblocker, you threw your head down to the ground.
“Sorry, keep kissing.”
You slurred. You grabbed the door handle and pulled the push door. After your drunk-ass finally figured out the door was pushed, a voice spoke up that rebounded in the room.
“_________?”
“Jungkook?”
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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Namjoon)
Genre: Angst / Fluff (in later chapters)
Word Count: 5.19+k
part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |
SoulmateAU! Where he hides his soulmate tattoo from everyone, especially you.
“Hmm?” You mumbled unintelligibly into the phone after being awoken by the hunk of metal ringing its default ringtone, which you almost mistook for an alarm but you remembered you hadn’t set one for today, plus it wasn’t even laundry or cleaning day. That was Sunday and today was a Thursday, or so you believed. And also the piercing sunlight that had you seeing a candy red beneath your eyelids, a grimace taking over your peaceful sleeping expression as you tiredly grasped and brought the phone to your ear.
The questioning and amused tone you recognized as the brat who simultaneously managed to annoy you and grab hold of your reluctant endearment for known as Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook was only a few months older than you, but you were definitely the more mature of the two, or so it seemed like most of the time. “Are you still asleep?”
“What-... time is it?” It took a few moments to get those words out of your mouth, sounding like a slurring croaking frog, which you would normally become embarrassed by, but at this time moment in time you were too drowsy to feel any kind of self consciousness.
His laugh created static on the other end of the receiver and your face scrunched up at the sound, and at the time Jungkook had informed you it currently was. Damn, it was late. Honestly, you were a bit surprised he could understand you, but after years of enduring these random and burdensome types of morning wake-up calls, you guessed he had adapted to comprehending your sleep induced mumblings.
“Well, I was going to invite you to go get some food with me, but I didn’t know you would still be asleep at two in the afternoon.”
You sneered at the laughter in his voice and exhaled a breath as you gathered the strength to sit up from your lying down position. “Shut up. It’s summer.” Was your clever response to which he childishly mocked. “I’d be down to do something tomorrow, though.”
“Oh yeah, cool, that sounds good...” he agreed at once and stalled a bit on the other line, to which you took a glance at your phone to see if he had hung up, but he hadn’t. You placed your phone back on your ear just in time to hear him question in a shy and timid tone you had rarely heard from him, taking on that soft and gentle timbre he only used when he wanted a favor, “do you think you could ask Namjoon, too? To see if he would want to come?”
“...what?”
“...he’s cute.”
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t call me to ask me to hang out, you just wanted me to set up a blind date meeting with Namjoon!” You were wide awake now, sitting on your bed still wrapped in your blanket with a wide grin on your face, if you were to glance at yourself in a mirror, you would have seen a crazy woman with extreme bed hair wearing a wrinkled bed shirt with morning breath, grimacing as you reached for your half empty water bottle near your bed.
“Nu-uh!” He practically screamed into the phone and you couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious affection and attraction for the older man, glad you had yet to take a sip of the stale water. “It’s just-... well-you guys are always studying and being boring, and hey, it’s summer now! Time for you two to do something other than bury yourselves in books.”
“Yeah, right. You loser, why don’t you just message him yourself?”
“Oh yeah? And say what? ‘Hey I think you’re cute and y/n has told me how nice of a guy you are, do you want to maybe go out sometime?’”
You had your phone resting by your knee on speakerphone, your arms stretched above your head as you partook in your morning stretches you tried to do after waking up to alleviate your sore muscles from sleeping for more than nine hours a night.
You laughed in reply to his obvious fib. “That sounds perfect, do it.”
“No,” he whined cutely. “I’m too shy.”
“I don’t believe that, remember that one time-”
“That was different.” He cut you off abruptly, knowing exactly what incident you were referring to.
“How?” You were really curious as to how this was different than that one time you and Jungkook had been out getting some food for takeout, which was basically all you two really did other than play games, when you had noticed this cute ass guy giving him the eyes. So confident Jungkook leaves you to seductively saunter over to him to get his number.
Jungkook, reliving the same encounter as you were, sighed on the other end. “Namjoon just sounds so nice, I mean... I know I haven’t even met him in person yet but he just makes me so nervous. Every time I see a picture of him,” he paused to utter yet another sigh, and you silently cooed at how lovesick he seemed. “He’s just so cute, and I don’t know, something inside of me just stirs... And-and what if I ask him out and he says no and then I make things awkward for you two?”
“Why would it be awkward? It’s none of my business if you guys start seeing each other or not.” By his silence, you could tell he was mulling over your words. Grinning a bit wider, you tried to encourage him a bit more, “Plus I doubt he’d say no, have you seen you? Never mind, of course you had, with your big head.”
An offended noise sounded and you cackled, happy you were in the safe confines of your enclosed room, and guessing by the time, you guessed your roommate was off at work.
“Plus, he’s not seeing anyone right now, he would’ve told me. And I personally believe that you two would make a really cute couple.”
“Whatever! I’m done talking about this! Just ask him and tell me so I know whether to dress up and fix up the apartment or if I can just bum it out like usual. Bye~”
Rolling your eyes, you finally climbed out of the bed and began fixing up some breakfast, or a late lunch considering it was nearing two-thirty, after using the restroom. You would take a shower later and freshen up, but you were so hungry, you didn’t think eating could wait.
Jungkook had a bit of a thing for Namjoon ever since you had posted a picture of the two of you at a cafe and not ten minutes you received a message asking: who is he?
You didn’t really take him all that serious, thinking that it was a momentary attraction and that he would forget all about him, but as you began to spend more time with Namjoon, he would continually ask and have questions about the older man, yet denying any offers to the cafes and casual meet-ups, though now you guessed he had finally mustered up enough courage to finally meet the man he has been thirsting over the course of a few months. He had been sure though, before he even thought of starting something with Namjoon that you didn’t have any feelings other than platonic friendship for the man, otherwise he would’ve backed off in an instant no matter how much he found himself drawn to him.
You could understand his captivation with the lovable giant you had the honor of being best friends with, and no doubt whoever he ended up with would be the luckiest person in the world. They would be able to wake up next to the most considerate and gentle, slightly dorky, sweetest man you have ever known, and not to mention that he was very easy on the eyes, which wasn’t everything, but sealed the deal for many.
If he wasn’t your best friend with that unbreakable bond and didn’t have that brother-sister relationship, you were one hundred percent sure you’d be completely head over heels for the man.
You frowned to yourself over your bagel as you were reminded of the dream Jungkook had woken you from. It came back in vivid and quickly vanishing fragments, your memory failing you, but you were sure it was of Yoongi.
“It looks fine, Kook,” you sighed for the nth time, reaching a hand out to stop his incessant pacing and minuscule rearranging of furniture. “What you should worry about is him finding your apartment since you said you needed me here, but you don’t know how clumsy and how he has no sense of direction whatsoever.” Your arms were crossed as you wore a smirk on your lips at the nervous but handsome man, occasionally shaking the auburn strands that slid into his eyesight. You checked your phone once in a while as the time for the meet-up gradually grew closer.
You hadn’t seen his apartment this clean since the surprise visit his parents dropped on him and he had called you in a frenzy to help clean up all the dinnerware and laundry he had accumulated over the first few months of living there. Out of the goodness of your heart, you had agreed and were met with a sight that haunted your worst nightmares ever since. How he made that much of a mess in that little time, you would never understand, just the thought of having to go through that once again made you shudder.
Snacks had been assorted in a neat way along the coffee table, it smelled of clean laundry detergent and it was at a comfortable temperature.
“Well, I was nervous...” he mumbled cutely into his chest, fixing the loose flannel button up shirt he wore over a plain black shirt, looking effortlessly alluring, but you knew just how much time and anxiety went into choosing it.
“Was?” You could help but tease with a knowing expression he was purposely avoiding noticing.
“Okay, okay, I’m still nervous.” He rolled his eyes at his confession and shook his head, finally taking a moment to just calm down. “I don’t know why though, I guess I just want to make a good first impression.”
It was your turn to roll your eyes as you waved his anxieties off. “You will, I basically talk about you all the time.”
“Oh yeah? What do you say about me?”
“Just that you’re a brat who spends all his time either at the gym, or at home playing video games.” You stuck your tongue out when his mouth dropped open at your words, both of you knowing full well you were just fibbing. Phone vibrating in your hand, you read a message from Namjoon that said he thought he found the right complex but wasn’t sure.
Smiling, you informed Jungkook you were going to bring Namjoon in, closing the door behind you and making your way carefully down a single flight of stairs and out the front door, you noted with a grimace at how humid and muggy it was outside compared to how cool it was inside the apartment, thankful Jungkook had well functioning air conditioner.
You were dressed very comfortably, this was not your first time meeting either men so you had no reason to be nervous like Jungkook, just in some light shorts and a t-shirt. You saw Namjoon leaning against the drivers seat of his car, looking a bit more stylish than how you were expecting him to come dressed, which threw you off a bit, you weren’t going to lie. You had told him when he agreed to come hang out that it would be very casual, and those form fitting faded blue jeans were the complete opposite of his favorite pair of sweatpants you had seen him wear on a regular basis.
Maybe he wanted to make a good impression on Jungkook as well? You smiled to yourself, thinking how cute they would be if they ever decided to form a relationship together that was more than just acquaintances or friends. They had both had girlfriends and boyfriends in the past, but you knew for sure that they were currently both single. Even though you teased Jungkook to the max, you would never push either man into pursuing a relationship like that on them, you’d let them figure it out on their own, because even though they were your closest friends, it wasn’t up to you to meddle in someone’s love life.
Lord knows yours was complicated and revelations you didn’t want to get into, you sure weren’t going to stress yourself out even further by butting in where you didn’t belong.
“Hey, you found it! I was scared that you’d get lost.” You greeted him jokingly as you jogged to where Namjoon stood, using his foot to push himself off his car to meet you halfway, a familiar wide smile that made his prominent dimples appear graced his features.
He chuckled in a rich timbre as you two exchanged an embrace, which you almost always greeted each other with whenever you met up, it had become almost second nature by now. It was a bit too warm outside for your comfort and sharing body heat like this was not really necessary, and you two released each other and smiled at each other.
“I know, I was scared I was going to end up at a dead end, I drove real slow to make sure I was following the gps correctly.”
Laughing and shaking your head at him, you told him as you pointed, “Jungkook’s apartment is right up there, come on. He’s really excited about finally meeting you.”
Keeping your gaze on him as you lead the way, you gauged his reaction to your words and wasn’t the least bit surprised at the smile that lit his face. “I’ve been wanting to meet him, too. Especially since you mention him all the time.”
Sticking your tongue out at him, you opened the front door to the complex and sighed in relief at the cool air hitting your warm skin. “But, um...” Namjoon suddenly added, sounding more nervous than before and you paused and looked at him quizzically. “I do have something I wanna talk to you about later on.” He had one hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck that you easily recognized as his nervous habit he picked up a little over a year ago. Your brows furrowed as you watched him shuffle on his feet as he awaited your answer, biting the flesh of his lower lip.
You wanted to push him on what it pertained to, but you receded, sensing that it was a bit more serious than just meeting a friend of a friend, but not urgent enough that it had to be attended to right away. “Sure.” You nodded and smiled warmly at him, reaching a hand up and patting him on the shoulder and noted with relief as he grinned warmly right back at you, becoming his confident self again. You urged him to take the lead, pointing to a door you could easily view from the stairs you two were climbing. “It’s number thirteen. The door should be unlocked, but you can just knock if you want.”
“Yeah, I’ll knock, it’s more polite, especially since I’m meeting him for the first time.” He replied easily, passing you, a blur of dark ink catching your eye as he strode past. His own soulmate tattoo, of course you had seen it numerous times, a unique design of letters overlapped, twisted around each other in an aesthetically pleasing way, located in the hidden region behind his ear, fitting in the tight space just before where his hair started.
Still following, now at a bit of a slower pace, the design burned brightly in your mind that was experiencing a strange feeling of deja vu. Now that you got a better look at it than you usually did, due to the close proximity you two maintained on the narrow staircase, it seemed so frustratingly familiar, and not just because you had seen it on him.
You had definitely seen it somewhere else.
Where else have you seen that design? Think, y/n, think.
Still preoccupied in your own musings, you arrived at Jungkook’s apartment door a few seconds after Namjoon had, waiting for him to open the door since he had already knocked quietly to state your arrival.
It was instantaneous as the door flung open, your heart suddenly spiking in your chest, as you watched with unwavering eyes the scene that was about to transpire. You took your eyes off once, but only to glance once again at the ink behind Namjoon’s ear to make sure what you thought was indeed true.
Your eyes met Jungkook’s eager ones, the same ones that gazed at you as he would ramble on and on about what he thought his soulmate would be like. Unlike you, Jungkook was pure and hopeful when it came to the concept of two souls being connected forever by the ink on your skin. You always listened with a small smile, his authenticity bringing a smile on your face as you just nodded along, not having the heart to alter and stain his thoughts with your negative ones, instead eyeing his tattoo with interest, wondering who indeed, could ever deserve him.
And of course, as you understood now, it was the exact design, it was in the exact same placement; behind the ear, fitting in the tight space just before where his hair started.
The realization that Jungkook and Namjoon were soulmates, and that they were about to see each other for the very first time.
You couldn’t help but think back to the first time you had met Yoongi. That first glance had left you suspended, motionless, and you had no control of that, the universe telling you to just enjoy the revelation. You remembered being completely enamored and captivated by the pale beauty, your heart thundering in your chest as it was now, but now it was from your epiphany, not fatal attraction.
Breath getting caught in your throat, you watched as they stood in front of each other, your ears catching the quiet inhales, the slight tensing of the body as they continued to stare at each other for a prolonged moment, their smiles ceasing to fade, seeming to forget your entire existence.
Feeling like you were intruding on an extremely private and intimate moment, you forced yourself to look away, taking a small step away and tried calming your thundering heart that seemed to want to escape the confines of your chest.
Hearing them dreamily and pleasantly exchange names, you felt a small smile tug the corners of your lips up, noting internally how love struck and awed they already sounded.
Out of your peripheral vision, you saw their arms reach out to each other, obviously going for a handshake, and you couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye. Having experienced it first hand; the shock, the warm electricity that would inevitably wrap around them as the effect of the first physical contact made, you could only stand frozen there in anticipation as their hands neared closer and closer for an innocent handshake.
Palms connecting, held in each other’s warm grasp and another intake of breath sounded, this time it was more noticeable and the smile you wore grew even wider in response to seeing Jungkook’s smile grow in front of you. “Are... Are we...?” Of course, he had all the right to ask and assume, it was not everyday and everyone you met someone who your body and soul reacted so strongly and deeply towards.
Jungkook’s dark eyes fluttered around Namjoon’s frame before seeming to remember they shared the same placement. Jungkook released his hold on Namjoon’s hand to reach for his right ear, turning his head as he showed his tattoo, his bunny smile still very much present as he eagerly placed hands on Namjoon’s shoulders and leaned forward to see for himself for the matching ink.
The soulmate bond was something you could no longer deny or ignore. You knew first hand the pull you felt towards the other person, the strong emotions that swallowed you whole.
Relief and happiness filled you as you realized that Jungkook was going to end up with someone who deserved him, that was something that you had always worried about. But now, knowing that it was Namjoon, you felt you could rest easy. Namjoon wasn’t Yoongi, he wasn’t an asshole, he was an honest, kind, dependable man-
Namjoon staggered back a few unsteady feet and you responsively shot your hands out to secure his footing, the smiling previously adorning your face slowly slipping with each passing second at his reaction. He flinched back from your touch like you had scolded him with hot coal, only his labored breathing sounded as his wide brown eyes jumped from you to Jungkook before muttering a shaky, “I’m... I’m sorry.” before sprinting in the direction you just came from.
“Wait!” Jungkook called out from beside you, a gust of wind whirled around you at the sudden speed he ran behind him, the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement echoing loudly in your head. “Wait!”
You could only gape wordlessly from your spot as you heard rather than see him chasing Namjoon as he quickly made his escape, Jungkook’s piercing voice ringing through your head.
You spent the remainder of your night consoling a devastated Jungkook, your heart clenching painfully as he blamed himself over and over again, no matter how many times you interrupted that destructive train of thought.
Turns out, Namjoon was quite the hidden track star as he made it to his car and peeled from the parking lot even before Jungkook got completely down the flight of stairs.
“Why would he run away from me like that?” He hiccuped, his large frame clinging to yours as you ran a hand soothingly through his hair, coddling him like an infant.
You took a deep breath as you brought him closer, offering more of your warmth which he appreciated, snuggling in closer to you, feeling his tense form gradually go lax as his eyes drifted shut, slipping into what you could only guess would be a restless sleep.
You shifted out slowly from underneath him, placing one of the extra pillows under his head and going into the closet where he kept his extra blankets and draping it over him.
Watching his sleeping form fidget from his position on the couch, you felt yourself becoming worked up.
What was Namjoon’s deal?
Maybe him and Yoongi weren’t so different after all. Your heart hurting for Jungkook, you prayed and hoped Namjoon wouldn’t reject him and that he was going to talk to you, whether he wanted to or not.
Staring blankly in front of you, your arms crossed in a defensive manner, the sound of distant conversations and silverware clinking echoing in the semi-busy cafe you two often frequented together was all you heard, your usually order of vanilla iced mocha sitting in front of you untouched on the table in front of you, forming a puddle of water around the bottom of the cup on the wood as the ice slowly melted in your drink.
Your first choice was to meet in a private setting, but he had wisely chosen a public space, knowing you did not have the guts nor conscience to scream your lungs out at him as you so badly wanted to in front of throngs of innocent bystanders that had just wanted to have a nice lunch.
It had taken some threatening coaxing, about twenty missed calls from you, then you had pounded on his door and demanded you two talk, and you had never seen him so afraid than at that moment. You had never really gotten upset with him before, so this behavior was obviously a change for him, but what did he think after running out on one of your closest friends like that?
“So... I, uh, guess I have some explaining to do.” His own drink had about two sips left, due to his nervous gulping down of the cold beverage as he sat in front of you. He tried to smile but it came out more as a grimace as he tried to break the tension.
You raised an eyebrow as you offered no change in your expression, urging him to continue, or start, his explanation.
He blinked a few times as he took in a deep breath before straightening up in his chair, placing his elbows on the table as he leaned his upper body a bit more closely to you as to not have to talk so loud. “I’ve never really thought about my soulmate before, I always believed that it just a hoax.”
His earlier words came rushing to you as you remembered what he said when you had asked him about soulmates.
“I don’t really have an opinion on it. I’ll worry about it when it happens.”
“I get it now. I get it completely, experiencing it for myself instead of just reading it in textbooks or having people relay their own experiences to me made me realize just how wrong I was.”
He hung his head and your anger ebbed a bit at seeing how exhausted and guilty he seemed. You could understand what he was saying, you had thought the exact same thing, had your whole world shift upside down at meeting that one person.
“But I... I had feelings for someone else already.”
Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t known that, your sympathy growing even more at his words. Surely he wanted to make his own story, just like you wanted.
“I liked them so much, they were all I thought about when I wasn’t busy cramming for tests and midterms. We were very compatible and it was really easy being by their side. I really thought that there could be nobody in the universe more suited for me than her. Or so I thought.”
You remained silent as he told you his monologue, talking to himself more right now than he was to you.
“But now, after meeting him, I realize how wrong I was once again. It’s like the romantic aspect I felt for them just went away. It’s really fucking weird. So when those feelings just went away... I was overwhelmed, I was confused, I was angry... and I know it wasn’t the right thing to do at all and it’s a terrible excuse but believe me, y/n, I feel horrible for running out like that.” He gazed at you with a tortured expression and you had to avert your stare, not being able to handle seeing the carefree Namjoon look so dejected and ashamed. “I can still hear him screaming after me, I couldn’t sleep at all last night.”
“Neither could Jungkook.” You spoke up, relaxing your arms from their crossed position on your chest to mimic his posture, hard expression softening up a bit as you admitted, “you know he cried himself to sleep last night, asking why you ran away and that something had to be wrong with him that you wouldn’t want him.”
He cringed at your words and mumbled, “All I want right now is to make things right with Jungkook, and to hold him and-” he broke off with a sudden clearing of his throat as an embarrassed expression broke out on his face. It was like had finally realized that you were here also.
“Well, you should. Make it right. I can’t stand seeing him hurting, he’s like family to me, like a brother.” You pouted, wondering at how it would go from here on out.
“I will. I’ll apologize and explain everything, and grovel for however long it takes for him to forgive me.”
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head as a smile crept on your lips. “Knowing him and how crazy he is over you, he won’t even last five minutes with you there with him.”
His eyes grew wide and you laughed at his shocked face, a pleasant feeling growing in you as you noted the blush rising from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. “He’s crazy about me?”
Shrugging, you finally picked your watered down beverage and took a sip, the cool liquid soothing your throat.
Trying to calm himself down, he told you much more seriously, “You should try with him, too.”
“Who?”
“Yoongi.”
“Wha-” you rushed to ask and the coffee went down the wrong tube and you were suddenly coughing out a lung, the customers around you jumping up in their seats in alarm and watched as you struggled to breathe correctly, glaring at Namjoon who was trying his best to keep his composure. “How do you know about him?”
“We’re sort of friends, remember?” He sassily remarked and you shot him a death glare that had him straightening once again. “It just came up.” Was all he chose to say, leaving you unbelievably frustrated.
You had let Namjoon go after chatting a bit more, knowing that he was restless to make things up with Jungkook and he all but jumped in his car and will most likely get a few speeding tickets to his way to his apartment, and you didn’t say anything, letting them sort it out themselves.
You were roaming the streets, in a bit of a daze at Namjoon’s words.
“You should try with him, too.”
Your dreams were filled with the pale, dark haired beauty, wondering even if you did want to try with him, were you going to be able to let down your walls that you’ve spent years and years building up to let him in?
Would he even want to try with you?
Doubts and second thoughts filled your thoughts and made your mood even crappier than it already was this morning.
It was summer vacation, for goodness sake. At least during the school year, you could catch a quick and unfulfilling glance at him, where were you supposed to find him now?
You were waiting at a stoplight, waiting to cross the street, watching the cars zoom past and saw that it was starting to finally dwindle down. Getting ready to cross the street, you froze in your stance, not believing your eyes.
Maybe it really was fate, maybe you two were supposed to somehow work out.
Because right across the street, was Min Yoongi staring back at you with mirrored wide eyes and a look of surprise on his face.
The animated person lit up underneath the red hand that went black and you wasted no time, running with all your might and flung yourself into his arms.
He smelled of detergent and sunscreen, a scent that made you smile into the soft fabric of his loose t-shirt, his rigid frame relaxed and his arms wrapped protectively around your frame.
“I missed you.”
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OMG PEARL YOU KNOW ME SO WELL <3 here’s some super soft valgrace that i have been thinking of for a while loosely based on pumpkinheads the graphic novel! this is gonna be long and i don’t have a read more... hehe!
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- jason & leo work at a local pumpkin patch! they’ve worked here ever since they started high school and over the years, leo has harbored a crush on the kind, dorky, handsome blonde! he never really acted upon his feelings bc it wasn’t until the summer of their senior year that leo was hit with the “Oh Fuck. I’m In Love With My Best Friend.” after they went to a beach outing w their friends and leo just looked at jason across the campfire and jason looked so ethereal and was laughing at something percy said and leo was hit with an ache in his chest that he had been ignoring for years, that was SCREAMING at him that he’s been in love with his best friend all this time. and jason then turned his bright blue eyes to leo and gave him the softest smile and leo ofc accidentally let his emotions get the best of him so the fire in front of them starting getting bigger and hotter until jason held his hand in which it completely blew out... jason is oblivious and was like okay i’m taking you HOME and everyone else was like... interesting
- so now it’s halloween, it’s the LAST day of them being able to enjoy the pumpkin patch together! jason is adamant that they stay at their stall bc he wants to keep being employee of the month and leo is like bro... LIVE A LITTLE! we haven’t been able to enjoy the very place we spend a month at every year! so he convinces jason with his leo charm to explore and let the stoll brothers take over! jason is reluctant but he sees the fire and excitement and pleading look in leo’s warm brown eyes that he simply cannot resist... jason is blushing and stuttering and is like... OKAY! just this once and leo is like YES! and he grabs jason’s hand to run towards their first taste of adventure :’) jason feels like he’s been electrified and has no idea why he feels so tingly... he DOES know why but frankly can he be blamed? the boy he’s been in love w since middle school is holding HIS hand!
- so listen. i’m a sucker for autumnal softness so these boys are no exception to the sweetness! leo & jason ditch their stall to go to the food stalls! cinnamon sugar pumpkin donuts, apple cider, pumpkin cookies with chocolate chips, delicious butternut squash ravioli with balsamic glaze from the very fancy stall, nachos, cheese fries, and tons... and i mean TONS of pumpkin spice lattes later... these boys are so giddy and full on delicious food! they’ve never been able to fully enjoy what the place they worked at had to offer and they’re rectifying those mistakes! jason giggles at leo bc his mouth is covered with cinnamon sugar and jason wipes it with his own hand and leo is like... BLUSHING he’s RED and jason widens his eyes and is like oh! um sorry you had a bit on your face... and leo squeaks out a thanks AHH
- okay so after that, their next stop is at a hayride! a haunted hayride technically but jason fully terrifies the teenage ticketmaster so he tells his dudes to not scare them KDKDJD so it’s a way for them to sit after downing delicious food and just chill w each other for a good 10 minutes! jason & leo kinda reminisce on their years together and leo mentions how he looks forward to this moment every year and jason just looks at leo in the evening sunset and leo has never looked more... what’s the word... warm? soft? ethereal? and jason quietly says that he feels the same and he knows the energy they both created is... different but they both oddly don’t mind? it almost feels so right? so they just smile shyly at each other and leo playfully blows a kiss at jason while jason giggles
- also i’m a SUCKER for haunted houses so since these are completely strong demigod boys, a haunted house should be nothing right? WRONG! turns out the pumpkin patch went off on hiring the best actors and the entire time leo is bear hugging the FUCK out of jason and they’re holding each other so tight - leo is screaming and laughing and jason has gone into praetor mode and looks like he’ll murder anyone who thinks about scaring leo LMAO it’s actually funny & cute and leo is like... pft literally that wasn’t even scary... as jason spooks him which in turn makes leo scream and roll his eyes and punch jason’s shoulder as jay laughs
- NOW! the end of the night is here! and the whole night has been quite the adventure for these two filled with good food, laughs, and dorky moments! but there’s underlying tension that they both feel and frankly. it’s too much. jason and leo are at the pumpkin patch and are picking up some pumpkins to take home and leo is just trying to find a good one and he’s like hey dude can we go to yours to carve them? and jason doesn’t answer and leo looks up and asks again and jason is looking at him so weirdly? and jason doesn’t know what he’s feeling bc yeah leo asked something so mundane but his mind went to them being boyfriends who carve pumpkins together in their future apartment together and he just shocked himself kinda and he’s like yeah of course...! they both shake it off and get what they need and go
- they gathered their food, their pumpkins, they thank the stolls and they walk to jason’s car and they sit down inside and start driving and leo is kinda serious and he’s like man... you have no idea how much i’m gonna miss this. and jason agrees with him and tells him how leo was always the best part of working at the patch and leo smiles a soft smile and says thanks. it’s quiet again and it’s started raining and the night is pitchblack. it’s cold outside but it’s ever so warm in the car and before they know it they’re at jason’s house. and they don’t get out.
- jason is the one who says it all first actually. he tells leo that if he doesn’t tell him now then he doesn’t know if he ever will... and leo is completely floored and blushing bc he doesn’t know what’s coming next? and jason quietly whispers that he’s been in love w leo for a very long time... he doesn’t want anything to change but GOD it’s been eating away at him and he just wants his feelings out there. it’s okay if leo doesn’t feel the same and leo is for once in his entire life, speechless. jason’s eyes have never been more serious and so blue and electrifying... leo is entranced and quietly whispers that he’s been in love w jason too. they both feel something crack within them that just opens up a floodgate and jason puts his hand on leo’s cheek and leans in and quietly asks if he can kiss leo... and leo is so breathless and he just says “yes.” so they kiss ever so softly and it’s both warm and soft, electrifying and feels like they’re both on fire, and just feels RIGHT... like they were made to do this. jason gives a soft smile and so does leo and jason whispers to him “why don’t you come inside...?” and leo whispers back “yeah. let’s go home.”
#asks#pearl tag#valgrace#PLEASE I HAVE SM MORE I WANNA SAY BUT HEHE THIS IS ENOUGH FOR NOW#leo valdez#jason grace#percy jackson headcanons#hoo#um i was also thinking of caitlyn during this so...#caitlyn tag#🥺
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Swapping Styles For A Day
I know I said that I won't be posting anything new until Revin week came but I just had to share this new thing I just wrote. It's the two swapping closets, so basically Red's dressed like a geek and Kevin's dressed... Uh, something cool and nothing like Kevin wears bc I see Red as a girl with multiple fashion styles.
Another reason why I am putting this up is because I would love to see art of this. Like imagine Kevin with make- up and like black nail polish and a piercing. Maybe a skirt too? He doesn't put a skirt on here bc I don't see him being confident enough for it just yet.
Also, please don't judge the ending. I didn't know how to end it but I did my best. :/
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Kevin gulped as his girlfriend had a self- piercing gun in her hands, shaking as she got it ready on his right ear. "D- do we r-really have to do this, Red?"
Red raised a brow as she pulled the piercing device away from his ear, adjusting the glasses she had on. "No, we don't. But you kept on insisting we do this to me all day... So, what? Did you change your mind once we got to piercing your ears?"
"Well, did you have to get pierced ears, Red?! You know, you could have gone through your whole life without piercing your ears..." Kevin nervously rubbed one of his ears.
"I know that but I just... wanted to get my ears pierced. For funsies, I guess." Red shrugged, rubbing her own ears. "Alright, Kev... What's it gonna be? Like you said, you don't have to get it..."
He rubbed his ear some more as he bit his bottom lip before sighing. "I'm doing it! You have pierced ears, so I should get at least one of my ears pierced for tomorrow! Do it, Red! Just do it already!" The male grabs hold of her free hands and squeezes it tightly.
"Okay, if you say so... Great. Now, I'm nervous for you..." Red gulped a bit as she positioned the piercing gun onto his right ear again. "Alright then... One, two, three!" She pierces his right ear lobe once she finished counting.
Kevin screamed at the top of his lungs which makes Red scream at the top of hers. After a few seconds, they had calmed down and Red puts a simple black earring on his newly pierced ear.
"You know there are such things as clip on earrings, right?" Red calmed herself down while handing Kevin a mirror. "We could have just gotten those kinds of earrings for you instead of making ourselves scream there for piercing your ears..."
"Yeah, I do..." Kevin grabs the mirror and admired the new piercing he got. "But it wouldn't have felt authentic to what we have planned for tomorrow, I guess... I don't know. You did a pretty good job with it though. It looks good."
"Heh, thanks. I never even used anything like this before. I had my ears pierced by a professional, after all." She snickered as she looked at the piercing gun in her eyes. "And please, what you have planned for tomorrow... Remember, this is all your idea..." Red rolled her eyes, lying on her bed and putting her glasses on top of her head. "I have no idea where you got the idea of partners swapping closets but it is cute, not gonna lie. But also hard for us, seeing as I have such a wide style of clothes to chose from. I don't have just one aesthetic I regularly stick to. Meanwhile, you just have... Geek." She gestured to his current outfit before snickering again.
"Hey!" Kevin opened his mouth then quickly shut it, pouting as he got up to sit next to her. "Okay, maybe that's true... But like, that's why I let you dress me from time to time. I can see how my geek style can get a little redundant." He yelped when Red suddenly hugged him and made him lie next to her. "Umm, what's this for?"
"To tell you this right to your face, Mister. I may love dressing you and it's fun from time to time, I still like how you regularly dress the most. That's your unique style and one of the many reasons why I fell for you. You are one adorable geek, my Captain." She kisses his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on it. "Though, for tomorrow, I guess that's gonna change, huh? So, how do you feel about putting on make-up for tomorrow?"
He gulped nervously, gesturing to her face. "Nothing like... This intense, right? Don't get me wrong! There is absolutely nothing wrong with males wearing make-up. But I am a little intimidated when it comes to more intense looks like yours..."
"Intense looks like mine?" She snickered before bursting out in laughter. "Please, it's Goth make-up that looks really intense. I am more diet goth in a way. I don't think any of those intense looks goth do will suit me, anyway. But you know, pretending to be a dark angel awoken something in me that day... It made me want to try some looks that don't border on straight up goth." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, my usual make-up look is just a bit of eyeliner, light blush and then dark colored lipstick so it'll pop out against my bright asshole red hair. That's it, pretty simple really."
"Hey! No!" Kevin pouted angrily at her, gently cupping her cheeks as he looks right into her eyes. "Your gorgeous red hair is one of the many things I love about you, Red. Do not just insult it like that."
"Hmm? Oh, Kevin, honey. I love you so much." She smiles softly as she gave him a few Eskimo kisses. "I just meant that as an expression, okay? You can't really deny that my hair is an overwhelmingly bright red color, right?"
"Mmm, I guess not... But still! No more insulting your hair like that!" His pout grew which makes Red kiss him on the lips. "Hey, I'm being serious here!"
Red smirked as she got up, putting her glasses back on properly. "Oh, were you now? I thought you were begging for a kiss there~" She teased, winking before opening up her closet. "I am very thankful to past me on buying the same shirts you have in my size! What with wanting to match every now and again" She giggles as she pulls out a bunch of geek t-shirts from her closet. "I know the whole thing is swapping closets but let's be real here... There is no way I am fitting in anything that isn't a jacket from your closet... Well, maybe a crop top fit but I don't really wanna freeze, tomorrow..."
"Hey! We're swapping closets tomorrow! Just what do you think you're doing, Red?!" He sat up as he gave her a serious expression, his arms crossed.
"I know, I know. Calm down, sweetie. I'm just picking out my options of clothes for tomorrow, okay? Because it would be much more quicker for us tomorrow if I just wear what I already picked out than going through my closet for the whole day, okay? Okay!" She beamed and smiled at him as she looked through her closet for something Kevin could wear tomorrow. "So, about the make-up, Kev... You didn't really give me a clear answer, you know."
"I didn't? Well, like I said, nothing too crazy. I'm fine with some lipstick and a bit of eyeliner. But that's about it, I guess. So, yes?" He shrugged then made a noise when Red threw a shirt at him.
"Alright! Good! And how about a skirt? Are you okay with wearing something like that tomorrow?" She threw a few bottom options at him. "Because if not, there are short shorts and ripped skinny jeans..."
"A skirt? I mean, I think guys should be allowed to wear skirts and stuff but I'm not really sure if it'll look good on someone like me..." He hummed. "So, if it's okay with you, I think I'll just stick with the ripped skinny jeans."
"Oh, Kev! Of course, I am! It's not like I always just wear a skirt, after all. I switch it up every now and again. And I get not having enough confidence to wear a skirt... It's not easy for guys who want to try it to just immediately wear it in public without being ridiculed. So, I'm not gonna force you to wear something you don't want to wear." She smiled before sighing, lying in bed again. "Okay, I know I said I wanna plan our outfits for tomorrow but I am beat... What else is there?"
"Hmm..." Kevin played with some of his hair which immediately gave him an idea. "Oh! I know! Since you have such an amazingly crazy hair color, I probably should have one too! But you know, more stylized... Something like..." He taps on his chin. "Luka from Miraculous Ladybug!"
"Oh my God, I always wanted to try out the way his hair is colored on you! But never found the right reason to!" She giggles as she plays with his hair. "Until now, I guess... I feel like we should work on that now because I know that will take a long time."
He nodded. "Alright, let's go shopping for the things we need!" He stands up then turns to face Red. "So, that's the last thing we will be doing to prepare for tomorrow, right? We have picked out the clothes we are going to wear tomorrow, haven't we?"
"We sure have! Now, come on! Let's go!" Red beamed, suddenly getting a burst of energy as she got up from her bed and pulls Kevin out her home.
*time skip to tomorrow because idk how to write them dying Kevin's hair...*
"I'm gonna be honest, Red... I didn't think my hair would end up looking good after dying it..." Kevin continued to admire the work his girlfriend had done with his hair in the bathroom mirror. He had been doing this ever since she finished.
"It's not the first time I dyed hair, Kev... It was way easier this time on someone other than myself." Red snickered as she adjusts her glasses before looking into the mirror. "God, it's weird to not be putting my contacts on when going out. Hell, this will be my first time going out with my prescription glasses..." She examines her reflection while putting her hair up in a simple ponytail.
Kevin finally exited the bathroom, unable to contain the blush and smile on his face as he hugged Red from behind. "Wow, Red... Despite dressing up like a geek, you sure still look so beautiful..."
"Hmm?" Red looked down to face him, blushing at his compliments. "Oh, uh... Thank you, Kev... And you... You sure look more damn handsome with what you're wearing right now."
"Oh? I do? Really? Thanks!" Kevin beamed up at her, giving her a dorky grin which makes her blush more.
"Yes, you really do... And uh, you're welcome. Fuck, I honestly didn't think make- up would make you look even more attractive! But here you are before me looking... Gorgeous! That's just the magic of make- up, I guess..." She covers half her face to hid her blushing.
"Right! The make-up! I mean, I felt you put it on me earlier but I don't even feel it on me right now! Like it feels natural almost." He giggles as he looks down on his nails. "My nails, too! You painting them black feels oddly natural too!"
Red pouts as she looks down at her clear nails. "You don't usually wear nail polish, so I feel weird without wearing nail polish for a day. But I was not gonna give up make- up. I need to put the lightest amount of make- up I could. What with my obvious imperfections in my face, after all."
"Well, with or without make- up, I think you are still the most beautiful girl in the world." Kevin gets on his tiptoes to kiss Red on the cheek, gasping when he left a mark on it and points at where he marked her. "Oh! Now, I marked you with lipstick!"
Red turns to look at the mark he left, giggling as she wiped it off. "Now, while it does compliment the look, I personally like it without this..." She pulls out a black beanie. "Then again, I don't want you getting cold..."
"You say that as I wear a slight crop top along with ripped skinny jeans..." He snickered. "But anyway, yeah. Let me have it. At least my head will be warm..." He grabs the hat from her hold and puts it on top of his head with Red adjusting it a bit.
"And there we are! Our completed swapped closet looks! Ready to go out and have people be staring at you, Kev?" Red asked him as she offered an arm out to him.
"Of course, I a- Wait, staring at me? Why would they be staring at me? You are the more attractive one between the two of us! And before you disagree, may I remind you just how many guys from our school, to this day, still say they have a crush on you?"
Red snickered, grabbing hold of his hand. "Well, you are wearing something very eye-catching... So, trust me when I say that people will be staring at my super hot boyfriend. I mean, I always knew he was hot from the start but this look just really elevates his hotness scale..." She kisses his cheek before walking out of her bedroom with him.
"I, uh... Same with you, I guess?" Kevin got completely flustered at her compliments. "But you know, I would prefer seeing you as very beautiful no matter what you wear."
She giggles as she looks at him before smirking as she saw people staring at them. "See? What did I say? You're the eye candy between the two of us for today..."
He gulped and shyly hides behind her. "I hate it whenever you're right, sometimes... How do you even deal with all these people staring at you, Red?"
She hummed before making him look into her eyes by putting a finger under his chin. "Simple, I remind myself that I have the most amazing person right next to me. Then my confidence just skyrockets..."
His attention wasn't at her words whatsoever as he blushed while looking back at her. "Even in the most geeky clothing, you manage to make me swoon..."
The redhead playfully rolls her eyes at him fawning over her, squeezing his hand that she was still holding. "Focus, Kev... Remember, I'm right here. No one else matters, okay? Just ignore all the staring and focus on me."
Kevin shook his head to stop himself from swooning, nodding with a brand new confident look on his face. "Okay, I got it. Thanks, Red. You gave me the perfect amount of confidence I need."
Red didn't say anything more, simply nodding back as they continued about their day. Not caring if people were staring because they found them attractive or if it was because they looked silly. All that mattered to them was each other.
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[dorky-self-shipper] 🎫 here’s a gush pass :3 feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers
Oh, my friend!!! Ahhh thank you so much for sending this in!! I have been a bit iffy because some things in my life have been piling up, but!!! I am so excited to dig into this!!! I really need a good gushing session haha!
Today's target for gushing hours with your girl Ash is none other than Yaag Rosch!
This ended up being pretty long, and is a mix of lore, screaming, keyboard smashes, his gorgeous design, and more screaming.
Saying that this man lives in my head rent free is an understatement. He is all I think about it. Honestly, I think it's funny considering Yaag's role in FF13. He's only around in the first game, and shows up in like five cutscenes.
Also. We get crumbs of him in the novels. More on that later.
Back to the game.
All he does is
"hey yall suck"
"your lives don't matter"
"uhh i need to kill you guys"
"oh wait no i'm not evil"
"*dies*"
But!!! He's very cool!! His character is so interesting to me. He's so driven to do whatever it takes, but beneath his actions, there's always an edge of hesitation. He seems like he comes off as so sure of himself, but... I'm not sure about that. Now, I can't say anything for sure because the writers hate him, I really liked those few moments where we get to see his actual thoughts.
For example,
"Do you think we want to Purge our own people?!"
And things like that where you see him question his orders. I feel like there's a lot of underlying hatred, distrust, and overall fear of the system.
Also, his development from
"They aren't people, they're targets."
to
"I'll trust in your humanity."
Gets me every single time.
Also don't get me started on his "if this is my punishment... i accept it." when he's bleeding line.
I am here to gush, not analyze. But both are happening anyway.
I feel as though he puts a lot of thought into what he says and how he acts, and I really do admire that.
For context, Lieutenant Colonel Yaag Rosch is this military higher-up guy. I remember seeing him for the first time and my jaw simply dropping. I know that these games have a history with hot villains. After all, I am an FF7 fan. I have seen the SOLDIERS, I have seen the Turks, I've seen Rufus.
They're all hot.
There. I said it.
This intro scene gave us some damn good food. Like??? The silver hair??? The ponytail??? The scar on his forehead??? The overly dramatic speech about how the protagonists need to be eliminated??AJKLFNAWKJFNAWKLJFNWILEN.
(Also, I'm beginning to see the resemblance he has to Felix. I am a very predictable woman, aren't I?)
I am actually going to scream. He’s so handsome!!! His jaw!! His eyes are such a pretty color too!!! I wanna give him a kiss ahhh!! Especially on his forehead scar!!! He's so... woah.
Also, he has a really, really nice voice. Like??? WOW. I want this man to like. narrate my life. Here, lemme find some clips of him talking.
Here. Enjoy.
This one is a fan favorite as well.
It's not a Rick roll. I promise.
..... Unless?
Anyways, as time went on, I realized that he's actually such a deep and interesting character?? He gets done dirty by the writers and the game, but the potential he has makes me so excited!! There's so much material to work off of!!! Truly one of the more interesting villains the trilogy has to offer. Honestly, it's kind of difficult going through the second game knowing that he isn't there.
However, it's also difficult going through the second game because I??? Can't beat?? The goddamn boss fight??? I'm also playing on easy mode. I didn't struggle this much during the first game either.
What the hell, Ash.
Back to the actual topic.
I'm gonna start off with his design before we delve into s/i lore and fun tidbits.
(His coat is so cool... Do you think he'd let me wear it?
I'd probably waddle around in it because he's pretty tall and I.
I am not.
He's around 6'2 (around almost 188 cm..? I think?), but take into account his boots too. Which means that normally he's slightly taller. That means that he's about a foot taller than me. That means that I'm pretty much the perfect height to bury my face in his chest.
*screams*)
Talk about a kickass design. He's really cool to look at. Not only, uhm, *blushes*, but because of how cool his outfit is too! It does a really good job of portraying that "heyyy i'm super importtanntttt" energy that he has. He carries himself like he's the shit. And you know what? He is.
He's pretty professional. Minus the times he gets kinda pissed.
The novels say, and I quote,
"They said he was the most straitlaced man in PSICOM - if you put serious and stubborn in a military uniform, you'd get Colonel Rosch."
And yeah. That basically sums it up.
Also, there's this scene where he gets all pissed and pulls out his sword and I'm over here like *insert debby ryan hair thing here*.
I'm telling you, it's always the sword boys that get me. I'm sure you've noticed that by now. I don't know what it is but. It's a thing.
Oh!!! Oh!!! Speaking of the *tucks hair behind ear*, there's this one scene where he's chasing the protagonists.
And he goes,
"Clever, aren't you?"
*SCREAMS*
That scene is truly a masterpiece. Thank you for the good food, Squeenix. I remember having to take a moment to just pause and regather myself. Actually, I had to do that the first time I saw him too-
I wasn't alone at the time when he was introduced so I was just silently like "ohmygodhellosir ajrfnaklwenjklwenjklrn" but oh my GOODNESS.
My s/i works with him! She's pretty much his right hand woman. She always has reports and intel on all their missions ready to go! I find it cute how well they work together, be it for mission-related matters, or just when they're relaxing together.
Just like pretty much all of my other s/is, she's a raging academic and total nerd. In the first game, they basically live on this human paradise called Cocoon. It ends up not being so great because the gods want to murder humanity but anyways!
Education is pretty much free and you can study whatever you're passionate about. That's why she has studied just so many things.
She's not exactly the type who aspired to join the military, but alas! Things happened. I like to think of it as a "heyyyy y'all needed my help once and then once turned to twice and twice to thrice and then i never left" type thing.
Oh, and then she fell in love with Yaag while she was there.
Her cheery attitude is a direct opposite to his, but they're also able to have some very serious conversations with each other. I love their dynamic so much! Also, he can get a bit softer when he's opening up to her and,,, Soft Yaag??? Hoo boy.
Her motives and beliefs tend to align a bit more with the Cavalry branch, but i feel as though she fits in better with PSICOM. Also, the book describes the soldiers to be a bunch of dumbass dorks and just the thought of her smiling and cracking jokes with all of Yaag's men make me super happy.
Oh and she gets a cool uniform too! Because I said so.
Now, they've known each other for years by the time the end of the first game rolls around. They're happy together, maybe even engaged! It can go one of two ways here. He either dies or he doesn't.
I like adhering really closely to canon with my ships (*laughs in genesis angst*) but I also think it would be a blast if he were to survive.
In the novels after his death, some recordings of his are found. It's basically him talking about how the government sucks from the inside. A character finds these and reveals them to the public to get rid of the old government and an invite a newer one that actually cares about the people. However, it's never quite stated how he got those recordings.
And that's where Ash steps in.
She brings them to his attention and helps him out, but then returns to live with the rest of the remaining soldiers in that camp they set up in the second novel. They all look up to her as a leader-type, which I find is really funny because she doesn't exactly have the qualifications? She worked with PSICOM, but was never exactly a soldier. But hey, it's right after the world (quite literally) fell apart, I don't think that anybody cares about that.
Also, there's another chapter where Snow ends up visiting, and she has a friendly chat with him!!! She helped out the protagonists a little bit near the end of the first game, so they have a slight idea of who each other are, but that doesn't exactly change the fact that she fell under the category of villain for a lot of it, despite not actually being a bad person. I also think that their dynamic would be fun. Snow also just makes me really happy LMAO.
I think that this version of Ash is really fun just because of how much the experience hardens her? She spends a lot of time grieving. Also!!! Whether or not she makes a cameo in 13-2 (maybe near the ruins early game?) is totallllyyyy up to you hehe! I think it would be neat for her to talk to the protagonists of that game, especially since Yaag was the one who orchestrated the Purge and at the ruins, there's a huge monument of the names of people who were killed there.
Also, whether or not she has a son here is up to you. I like to think of all my ideas all happening in alternate timelines so everything I want can happen without stepping on other events? I imagine their child to have Yaag's pretty silver hair with Ash's brown eyes.
Also, 13-2 is about time travel so like. The protagonists meeting their child in the future when he's all grown up? Good stuff.
But hey, in the main timeline she's alone after Yaag's death. She helps the other characters. I also think that in time, she does work for the Academy? I mentioned that she's pretty nerdy earlier, so that definitely helps out. She's super cool!!! Such a badass!!!
Now, on the flipside of things, what if he survived? Then what happens?
shameless self promo
Yaag still has those recordings, and they do still reach Captain Rygdea. They both live in the small village that the remnants of PSICOM created. It's a sweet life. Are fankids a thing in their future? Yeah, probably.
I feel like Yaag would be a really good dad. I headcanon that he has a very strong relationship with his own father as well. He's caring and stern, but also knows when to turn down the serious scale. The novels also say that he likes kids!?!?!? I know I've screamed about this point like 24892 times on my blog.
But.
It's so cute??? Who would expect this super serious and mean man who quite literally says that the protagonists aren't people, they're targets to like children of all things???? It really is my favorite thing ever just because of how cute it is. I also have a few tiny cousins in my family, so him playing with them makes me very soft too.
("Would you please stop tugging on my hair- Ash, this is not a laughing matter!" "Oh, but it so is.")
I think that detail really helps hint at him having a more gentle side? And I adore that.
Also, I mentioned how Snow pays a visit to the PSICOM camp after the events of the first game? I think that would be very interesting with Yaag there because before Yaag dies in canon, Snow says,
"Stay alive. We'll see you when it's over."
And now he finally gets to see him. The conversation would get surprisingly deep and definitely dive into Yaag's motives and real thoughts about his actions in the game. I really enjoy the few interactions those two have in the game.
Anyways, now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's dig into the meat and potatoes of this ship.
In 13-2, they get a separate dlc side story just to themselves. Because I said so.
I'm not sure how the plot of this works, but it's basically them exploring Gran Pulse together. Maybe to map things out? Maybe to get better acquainted with the world they thought was a hell their whole lives? Maybe there's some sort of big mission they have to do? We'll figure it out.
Basically, it's a whole side story of them exploring and kicking monster ass together. The combat is regular 13 combat.
Yaag has his sword along with some explosives (we see him carry some grenades at the end when he blew himself up).
And Ash also has a sword because I like swords.
In the game, usually only l'Cie, or magic god slaves, can use magic. However, after the fal'Cie (magic gods) go poof at the end of the end of the first game, some normal humans can use magic? It makes no sense and exists only for plot convenience, but I'm not complaining because it makes my plot easier too.
My point is, Ash can use magic!
Because
A) she's quirky mage material
B) we need a balanced team
C) Every single version of Ash so far has been a mage.
D) I like magic a lot. Would be my go-to as well.
Also, if you're interested in how they work in battle, roles divide up very nicely between them.
Yaag has:
-Commando (physical attacks)
-Sentinel (beefy tanks)
-Sabuteur (debuffing enemies)
Ash has:
-Ravager (magic goes brrr)
-Medic (i think you know)
-Synergist (buffing allies)
-Commando (physical attacks)
Maybe Yaag could get medic too to balance off the load in battle? They're a blast in combat because they really do compliment each other.
Anyways, back to the adventure.
It's the two of them traveling around. The main focus of it is their conversations as they travel. There's a lot of fun banter. Ya know how like when you're walking around in Naughty Dog games and your characters are just chatting? Yeah. That.
Their conversations are super random and they cover pretty much every single topic ever. They go from really serious to them just being stupid. I love their friendly banter.
Also, when they set up camp and are about to sleep, we get to see sleepy Yaag in action.
And do you know what that means?
It means we get to see Yaag with his hair done a bit looser, maybe even down!!! Yaag with his hair down is all I want to see. It's what we deserve. It's what we need. The day that I see Yaag with his hair down is the day i achieve true happiness LMAO.
It's what we need.
Ash playing with his hair??? Yes, I most definitely think so.
Oh and there is totally a
"Yaag, I'm cold."
"Allow me to help remedy that. *pulls her closer*"
type moment because they're cute like that.
All in all, their travels are really fun. Maybe somewhere around there they run into the protagonists? Either from the first game or the second game. I think that would be a fun mess.
I feel like Yaag can show a softer side of him around her and that makes me really happy. He deserves to be happy and I love him very much.
I think about him all the time, and just the thought of him holding me makes me so happy. He really is just adorable.
Before I wrap this up, I have a few more things I want to speak about! Firstly, allow me to share one of my favorite pictures of him because oh. my. god.
*screams*
The urge to backhug him!!! Ahh!!! He's so cute!!!! I just wanna hold him aelajflanef.
One of my favorite pre-relationship moments from them is this one time where Yaag is pretty down in the dumps, and Ash is talking to him about it and offering her advice. And as she talks, she gently places a hand over his (they're seated side by side btw).
He looks up at her in shock, and she takes back her hand is like, "O-oh! I'm so sorry, I should've asked first, I just thought tha-"
And then he just snatches her hand back and gently holds it. You can see the tips of his ears burning red haha! I think that they're pretty cute ajfwnjklef
She always tries her best to take care of him, too! He needs a hug, and she is more than happy to provide. She always tries to remind him to eat his meals on time and such, even if she can be questionable at following her own advice at times. She can also be a bit of a tease sometimes, so he can get pretty annoyed (not really, he thinks it's cute) sometimes.
However, he also does his best to take care of her. Would he pull the "that's an order." card after she refuses to rest, pulling several late-nighters for work? Yeah. Probably. He's very caring, even if he can come off as very serious and scary sometimes.
To wrap things up,
I love Yaag Rosch.
Thank you for your time.
#HOO BOY WE DID IT GUYS#that took a while. but it was a blast. i have a LOT to say about this man#also thank you so so so so much for the ask!! youre the first friend i made in the community and i appreciate you so much#thank you for always being so supportive of me and my ships <3#he's such a cool character ahh!! i really love him#no brain just him#answered#dorky-self-shipper#anyways writing this post was so much fun!! it's pretty much all i've been doing since i got the ask lmaaooo#thank yoouu!!!!
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Waiting for Love (M)
➵ SF9: Zuho x fem. reader / one shot, college AU / angst, fluff, smut / REQUESTED
➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex (oral: receiving/giving), mentions of drinking/alcohol, jealous behavior, slight cursing
➵ word count: 3.9k
As soon as you walk through the door, the noise of too many people laughing, screaming and singing along to the extremely loud music hits you and you almost flinch. The party is apparently already in full swing - and it’s not even midnight yet. You pass a few people you know, lazily waving at them and continuing to look for your friends. You spot Harper in the kitchen, just about to fill a cup with beer while animatedly talking to Dawon, another of your friends. You push past two people, almost getting shoved into a giant of a man, but then, you finally reach your friends - and sling one arm around Harper’s neck, hugging her playfully.
“What’s up, girl!”, she squeals and pulls you even closer, placing a wet kiss on your cheek and making you hiss in playful disgust. She laughs at your reaction and, after you quickly hug Dawon too, hands you a full cup of beer. You take a sip and gaze around the kitchen area, eyes flitting over the many people standing around and talking to each other over the loud music. “Where’s our birthday boy?”, you finally ask and Harper shrugs. “I have no idea. Last time I saw Hwi, he was trying to defeat Jaeyoon at beer pong and… lost. It was pretty embarrassing, to say the least.”
You giggle and shake your head at that mental image.
Of course Jaeyoon wouldn’t let Hwiyoung win, not even on his birthday.
“And where is-”, you begin to asks, but Harper immediately interrupts you: “Zuho?” She grins, making you roll your eyes at her and shrug, but she knows you too well. “I don’t think he’s here yet.”, she finally answers and you just tilt your head to one side, trying to appear unaffected by her statement. Dawon grins and leans closer. “You and Zuho then, huh?”, he asks, voice hushed and secretive. You reply by shoving him playfully and leaving the kitchen again, their teasing laughter following you into the living room.
After searching around for a bit, you finally find Hwiyoung - already very intoxicated - and congratulate him on turning a year older. He smiles angelically at you and takes the way too expensive bottle of vodka from you, thanking you excitedly and asking you to play a round of beer pong with him - which you do.
Unlike Jaeyoon, you let him win. Taking advantage of his half-drunken state just seems wrong - and he’s way too cute when he finally manages to defeat you, giving you his signature gummy smile and ruffling your hair.
After making the younger man promise to drink some water soon, you greet some other friends, clinking cups with them and drowning the last of your drink. Suddenly, you spot a familiar and beloved face in the crowd. “Rowoon!”, you yell excitedly and wave at him, darting around the many bodies separating you and almost flinging yourself at the tall man and into his arms. He chuckles at your eagerness and hugs you close, his soft scent enveloping you entirely. You sigh and bury your face into his chest.
“Missed me?”, he asks when you finally take a step back, a soft yet somewhat cocky smile on his face. You roll your eyes at him and shove him playfully, but can’t help to smile too. “Of course I did! You’ve been gone for two weeks - that’s so long!” He laughs, dark eyes glittering. “Well, even though the excursion was very interesting, I’m glad to be back too. Wouldn’t want to miss this party, after all!”, he says while slinging one arm around your shoulder and walking you back towards the kitchen. Rowoon fills one of the many red cups with beer before looking at you, a silent question on his face. You simply hand over your empty cup and he fills it to the brim. You playfully clink your cups together before taking a deep sip. Rowoon sighs contently, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips. “I missed the gang. Where are the others? Where’s Harper? And Zuho?”, he asks, standing on his tiptoes - not that it’s really necessary as he easily towers over most people - and scanning the room. You shrug. “Harper and Dawon are here already, I saw them earlier. No idea about Zuho though.”, you answer, feeling a blush creep on your cheeks at the mention of your crush’s name.
You and Zuho had gotten to know each other thanks to Dawon, who’d been your project partner during your first semester at college. You had taken a liking to the slightly eccentric and chaotic man from the very beginning, and he soon introduced you to lots of new people - some of them actually being your closest friends now. Zuho had joined your group of friends a few months later as he was part of the same hockey team as Dawon. Being a rather quiet and almost stoic person at first but a rather fun and lively one if one got to know him a bit better, he had quickly caught your interest - and you had made it your mission to befriend him.
Which had worked rather well.
… Maybe too well.
Because you have long fallen for him - but he appears to be completely oblivious to your feelings, never really reacting to any of your flirting and behaving like any good friend would.
Harper - sharp, witty Harper - had quickly noticed your feelings for the handsome man, trying to help you to the best of her abilities: making sure you always sat beside one another during lunch breaks or your monthly cinema visits, complimenting you in front of him and making him agree with her and so on. But still, Zuho had never once tried to make a move on his own - and by now, you’re just… fed up.
If only there was an off-switch for your feelings, that would make things much easier for you.
Rowoon pokes your cheek, making you jump. He laughs at your reaction, tilting his head to one side. “Where were you with your thoughts just now, hm? I’ve been trying to get your attention for seconds now.”, he says, rather amused at your slightly red face. You smile, a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”, you reply and quickly drain the rest of your cup, placing it back on the kitchen counter, “Care to dance?”
Your friend looks surprised for a few seconds before agreeing and taking your hand, pulling you with him through the many bodies towards the dance floor. He places both hands on your hips while you wrap your arms around his neck, your bodies beginning to move to the rhythm of the music. You lose yourself to the melody and bass, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of moving your body to the powerful song. When you open your eyes again, you see Rowoon gazing down at you, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. For the second time this night, his tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips and your heartbeat suddenly speeds up.
Objectively, you obviously know that Rowoon is handsome, extremely so. He’s easily one of the best-looking guys on campus, hands down. But you never really thought about him like that - he’s just Rowoon, your way too tall, kind of clumsy and slightly dorky friend. But right now, he looks… sexy. The dark hair clings to his forehead, his face is slightly flushed and his dark eyes bore into yours. You are giddy and feel like anything is possible tonight. But you also know that you’re slightly drunk right now - and so is Rowoon apparently, having almost zero alcohol tolerance. He pulls you even closer then, head lowering towards your face and you exhale shakily.
Before you can close your eyes though, you spot blonde, familiar hair out of the corner of your eye. You whip your head around and gaze at Zuho, who sports a rather surprised and almost hurt expression when he sees you. Immediately, you pull out of Rowoon’s embrace, making the tall man huff in confusion at your sudden retreat. Before you can rush towards Zuho and greet him though, the blonde man is already walking towards you, gently grabbing your right arm. “Let’s get out of here.”, he says, deep voice tight. You raise one eyebrow at his tone and look from him to Rowoon and back again. Opening your mouth to reply, you suddenly feel another hand on left other arm, this one belonging to Rowoon. “I think she can decide on her own if she wants to leave or not.”, he says, tone of voice challenging. Zuho presses his lips into a tight line, jaw ticking while he silently gazes at you - waiting for you to make a decision.
You exhale and turn towards Rowoon, gently prying his fingers from your arm. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”, you say softly and turn around to face Zuho again, nodding for him to lead the way. To your surprise, he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers, pulling you with him, past the sweaty bodies of the dancing people and out of the house. Outside, he immediately lets go of your hand again, burying both hands in the pockets of his dark jeans and kicking a stone from the ground - it flies away and into the darkness. For a few seconds, it’s silent between you two. Then, Zuho clears his throat and looks at you, dark eyes full of anger. “So, you and Rowoon then, huh?”, he asks - using the same words Dawon had earlier this night.
You raise both eyebrows, mouth falling open. “What?!”, you say, sounding incredulous. Zuho just huffs and turns around, strolling through the garden and turning onto the sidewalk. You follow him hurriedly, falling into step beside him. “Rowoon and I what, Zuho?”, you ask, getting more irritated with every second. The tall man suddenly stops dead in his tracks and whirls around to face you. “You- you’re… you’re a thing, apparently!”, he answers, voice tight with anger. You gape at him, shaking your head. “Are you kidding me?”, you reply, this close to facepalming yourself - or him.
“I thought we were friends - I thought you would tell me something like that!”, Zuho continues, ruffling his hair in frustration and turning around again, continuing to walk towards - well, towards wherever he plans on going. You have to hurry to catch up with him, his long legs making it rather difficult. You stay silent for a few seconds, the alcohol in your system making it harder to focus. You finally notice that Zuho is actually walking you home - ever the gentleman, even when he’s angry at you. Before you reach your doorstep, you grab for his arm and stop him. His lips are pressed into a tight line again and his eyes are dark and cold. You gather your thoughts, taking a deep breath and finally opening your mouth - but Zuho beats you to it: “Goodnight, Y/N. Let’s just… forget about this. I want you to be happy and when Rowoon makes you happy, then-”, he inhales, “Then I’ll wish you all the luck. Go get some sleep now.”
With that, he turns around and wants to leave you behind - but again, you grab for his arm. “Zuho, could you just listen to me for a second? Please?”, you ask, somewhat exasperated by now. He raises both eyebrows at your tone, but nods nevertheless. You exhale, relieved. “There’s nothing going on between me and Rowoon. We’re just friends, I promise.”
Zuho snorts and you glare at him, anger making you see red and react rather hot headed: “You know what?! I don’t get why you behave like a jealous boyfriend anyway! You have no right to behave like this right now, because we’re just friends as well! You have obviously zero interest in dating me, which is fine - ok well, it’s not, actually, but I can’t change the way you feel about me. But the way you’re treating me right now is really unfair, especially because I’ve done nothing wrong!” Before you’re able to continue rambling, Zuho is suddenly pulling you in his arms and then - finally - his lips are on yours.
You yelp, surprised, but slowly relax into his arms, eyes closing and body reacting on its own. You wrap both arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Zuho makes an approving sound in the back of his throat, hands sliding down your back until he places them on your waist, one of them slipping underneath your shirt to caress your soft, naked skin. When you break apart again, you’re both breathing hard, staring into each other’s eyes. “Well.. that was… rather unexpected.”, you say quietly and Zuho smiles, tilting his head. “Was it? I thought I’ve been rather obvious about my crush on you.”, he replies and you blink at him, incredulous. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you mutter, but before you can say anything else, his lips are on yours again and he’s walking you backwards until your back hits your front door, Zuho’s body pressing into yours at all the right places.
Your kiss gets more heated by the second and you bury both hands in the soft strands of his hair, gently tugging at it and making him groan into your mouth, hips rocking against yours. You inhale sharply when you feel his semi press against your hip, and bite down on his lower lip, making him break away from you. His pupils are blown wide and he’s staring at you like he can’t believe that this is really happening right now. You almost smile at his expression, but when his hand slips under your shirt again and caresses the underside of your breast, the smile instantly dies on your lips. “L-let’s take this inside.”, you stutter, gently pushing Zuho away from you to search for your keys.
You somehow make it to the third floor and into the flat you share with two roommates - both not being home for the weekend though, thankfully - without getting rid of any of your clothes. When the door to your apartment falls shut behind you again, Zuho immediately pulls you back into his arms, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your neck and collarbones, both hands slipping underneath your shirt again and pulling it up and over your head. He groans when he sees your lace bra, running one hand through his hair and pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “Fuck.”, he mutters under his breath before kissing you again. He walks you towards your room - having been in your flat countless of times before - without breaking the kiss and gently lays you on top of your white bed sheets, hovering above you and observing you with dark eyes for a few seconds. “We- we don’t have to do anything.”, he finally says, deep voice hushed. You lift both eyebrows, a smile tugging at your lips. “Oh no, we absolutely have to. I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”, you reply and he smirks, lifting one eyebrow in a cocky manner. “Have you now? Mhm, well… I guess I have to make up for something, then.”
And with that, he quickly helps you out of your bra, lips closing around one nipple while one of his hands begins to gently massage your breast. Your head falls back into the pillows and you moan and gasp at the overwhelming sensations, more need and lust pooling between your legs. You can’t help but buck your hips to get a bit of fraction. Zuho chuckles at your neediness, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, and slips between your legs, grinding against you. Finally, he releases your nipple again, just to give the same attention to the other one. You bury both hands in his hair again and tug at it, making him suck harshly on your nipple. You gasp at the slight pain, feeling yourself grow even slicker.
Finally, he draws back, taking in your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, grinning to himself. He kisses you softly before sitting up and opening the buttons of your jeans, pulling them down your legs, your black panties following them quickly. You’re almost embarrassed when his gaze travels over your now completely bared body, but his eyes are filled with so much silent adoration that the need to cover yourself quickly evaporates again. He slides both hands over your calves, slowly traveling higher and over your thighs, until one hand dips between your legs. He quirks one eyebrow, smirking slightly when he feels your want and need, one finger circling your entrance and gathering some of your arousal. When one of his deliciously long fingers slowly sinks into your heat, you can’t help but gasp at the sensation, closing your eyes, back arching.
He chuckles at your reaction. A second finger quickly follows and you feel almost perfectly full now. “M-more.”, you finally whimper and he adds a third finger, stretching you even more. His thumb lands on your clit, beginning to draw gentle patterns against it and quickly turning you into a moaning mess. You begin to pant, throwing one arm over your eyes and trying to stifle your noises by biting down on your bottom lip. “Oh no, princess, don’t do that.”, Zuho murmurs lowly, “I want to hear your pretty noises. And I want to see your face.” With that, he gently pries your arm away from your face and locks eyes with you, gaze dark and hooded. You moan when you see his almost predatory expression, gasping his name when he twists his fingers inside you and finds that one spot. One of your hands fists into the bed sheet underneath you while the other slides into your own hair, back arching under Zuho’s never-ending ministrations. You finally tumble over the edge and moan his name. When you begin to squirm under his caresses, both legs shaking badly, he finally withdraws and gazes at you, a loving expression on his face.
He sucks his fingers clean without breaking eye contact, making you whimper at the sight. Then, he finally leans towards you and kisses you deeply. You slide both arms around him, impatiently tugging at his shirt and dragging it upwards. He draws back just to pull it over his head and throws it on the floor, quickly diving back into kissing you. You slide your hands over his soft skin, marveling at the beauty of his bare toro, illuminated by the silvery moonlight shining through the window and into your room. Finally, you open his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Zuho quickly gets up from the bed to step out of them, now only clad in black boxer briefs. “Those need to come off too.”, you whisper, tilting your head and smiling teasingly. He chuckles and pulls them down - when you see his length for the first time, you can’t help but moan. You can’t wait to taste him and hurriedly pull him on top of you again, kissing him passionately before gently pushing him on his back.
You kiss a wet trail down his torso and stomach, drawing soft moans and gasps from his lips. Then, you kneel between his legs, hands ghosting over his thighs. You smirk when you see his cock twitch under your gentle caresses and look up at Zuho’s face. His bottom lip is pulled back between his teeth and his eyes are closed, one hand fisting into his own hair. When you slowly take his length into your mouth, lapping up the pre-cum with your tongue, he groans, your name spilling from his lips like a soft prayer. You take his cock as deeply as possible, almost choking on it. When the tip of his length hits the back of your throat, you begin to hollow out your cheeks and bob your head up and down, running your tongue along his shaft. Zuho hisses at the sensation, moaning your name again. You watch his abdominals clench with the effort of trying to keep control, until finally, he props himself up on his elbows and gently touches the back of your head. “Y-you should stop now.”, he says breathlessly and you release his cock with a slight pop. He pulls you up to his face again and kisses you feverishly, hands roaming your body in an almost desperate manner.
Suddenly, he flips you over, now hovering above you. “Condom?”, he asks, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You silently nod towards your nightstand and just seconds later, Zuho rolls a condom over his length and slips between your legs, gazing down at you, a silent question on his face. You just nod once and he smirks, slipping between your folds and teasingly rubbing your clit with his cock, not entering you just yet. You whine, rocking your hips and he finally gives in, slowly sinking into you and making you both moan at the sensation. When he bottoms out, you need a few seconds to get accustomed to his length and girth and he gently presses his forehead to yours, giving you some time to adjust. “O-okay.”, you finally sigh against his lips and he smiles, before pulling almost all the way out just to slam back into you again, making you gasp and clench around him. He sets a quick pace then, drilling into you and turning you in a whimpering mess. He wraps your leg around his hips and hooks the other one over his shoulder, deepening the angle even further. The headrest of your bed repeatedly slams against the wall behind you thanks to Zuho’s powerful thrusts and you’re more thankful than ever for your roommates not being home tonight.
It doesn’t take long for you to start clenching around Zuho’s length, legs shaking and eyes closing when his thumb lands on your clit again. Your high barrels towards you, every snap of his hips and press of his thumb bringing you closer until you finally snap, complete bliss washing over you while Zuho’s name spills from your lips. He groans when he feels you clench around him, picking up the pace to guide you through your orgasm before he finally reaches his own high as well, spilling into the condom and coming to a halt, breathing heavily. He kisses you, tongue sliding into your mouth while one hand gently cups your cheek. When you break apart again, Zuho smiles happily. You return it immediately, nuzzling his nose.
“I’m sorry for my behavior earlier.”, he murmurs against your lips, eyes earnest. Your smile only widens at that. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m… kind of glad it happened, to be honest. Otherwise you’d probably never confessed to me.”, you chuckle and he just grins and nods before carefully pulling out of you, discarding of the condom. After helping you clean yourself, he slips between the covers of the bed again, pulling you close to his warm body.
“I-... I love you.”, Zuho finally says and your heart skips a beat at his confession. You gaze at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “I love you too.”, you answer and he exhales, relieved. He kisses you gently and you smile against his lips before burying your head against his chest, eyes closing when exhaustion washes over you.
You fall asleep listening to his steady heartbeat.
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OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS - DARK!TOM HIDDLESTON
CHAPTER THREE: A GOOD SCARY STORY
SUMMARY: With teases and friendly banter, Lynn can’t help but fall under Mr. Hiddleston’s charming spell.
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
NOTES: Thank you to everyone reading! Dark!fics get a lot of criticism and though the story has not turned into one ((yet)), I’m very humbled by all the likes and reblogs :)
WARNINGS: dark!tom hiddleston, teacher!tom hiddleston
OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS MASTERLIST
"I'M NOT ONE FOR COMPLAINING," I pant– while simultaneously lying with a straight face– dragging my feet up another flight. "But can I ask which floor your room is on?"
Only a step ahead of my slow pace, the male teacher smirks. "Not fond of stairs?"
I shrug. "Not really fond of anything involving exercise."
"I would agree," he glances back, a grin marking his face. He makes a huff, more than likely on my same page, but perhaps better off. He appears to be fit so I'm doubting three flights of stairs is killing him like it's slaughtering me. "But, a morning run isn't the worst way to start the day."
My nose wrinkles. "So you're one of those guys? Gotta make those gains, hm?" I'm not sure where my overly confident attitude is coming from. It's not like me to make comments like these to my teachers, Mrs. Gibbons being the exception but even then I am reserved. Something about being close to Mr. Hiddleston has completely altered my professionalism around people of a higher authority. Hopefully it doesn't last long and I don't run into the principle any time soon.
Finally, after what seemed like climbing Mount Doom, we reach the last step. Pausing, Mr. Hiddleston looks down to me. "You've got quite the nerve talking to your superior like a classmate."
It's obvious he's teasing, so I go along. "My superior? What, because you're a hundred thousand dollars in debt thanks to a fancy piece of paper and you've got a couple more decades on your shoulders?"
"'A couple decades?'" He repeats, quite amused.
I shrug with sass coating my entire being. "Give or take. What are you, forty? Nearing fifty?"
His gives a chuckle. "Try thirty-three."
"Really?" I ask doing a small run down while he looks away. I don't find myself in the company of thirty-somethings all that often but I can't lie; he's looking really good, especially from the backside. Mr. Hiddleston hums, and I'm not sure if that was a positive or negative sound. "You sure? Because I could have sworn I saw some grays up there."
"Oh, ha ha, you're so clever," he mocks, voice suddenly raising just a couple octaves. It causes me to jump but I giggle, feeling a strange girly feeling arise from my stomach. All I can do is tell myself not to throw up from nerves, over and over in my head.
Feeling just as confident, I reply with a whisper. "Shh! There are classes in session! You're going to get detention!"
He shakes his head. Mr. Hiddleston attempts to be serious but there's humor and teases filled between each word. "Funny you mention that: I happen to be the teacher in change of detention this week. And don't think I won't put you there because you're helping me: any other teacher would have landed you a weeks worth just from your comment on my age."
My eyes roll. "As if. You're too nice."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive," I reply, a smirk hanging on my lips.
He looks down, given my lack of height, and I move my face towards him comically. There's a smirk playing on his thin lips, the corners desperately trying to form a smile. Eye contact remains steady, but I see it more as a funny, friendly game of domination. A moment passes before he looks away, a small sigh parting his lips. "We'll see about that," Mr. Hiddleston retorts, causing me to chuckle.
From his belt, he wears one of those mini extendable cables that can hold all sorts of keys and chains. I'm honestly not quite sure what they're called. Fumbling with the keys, Mr. Hiddleston flips through several before find the the right one and pulling it towards the door, a thin wire keeping a hold on the instrument. When I was much younger, my mother would wear one clipped to the pocket of her scrubs, but hers was smaller, only allowing another clip for her RN tag. Each night consisted of me as a toddler pulling on the name tag and watching the cord return to the circular piece of plastic, unable to see the thin cable coil within. The small piece of nostalgia sets a comforting warmth in my chest.
Despite the insignificant memory, I snicker at his device. The sight of such a young and handsome man keeping his keys together with such an instrument is dorky, and definitely cute.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he sighs, flipping the fluorescent lights on. I follow him in while getting a look around his classroom.
It's relatively simple and mundane, surprisingly enough. Not like I was expecting red velvet walls or a jacuzzi, but maybe something with a bit more personality. The walls are neatly littered with the typical English teacher posters, from "Best Shakespeare Quotes" to the differences between "to," "too," and "two." There's a blank white board in front of rows of desks and a projection screen pulled down over it. Across the room are a few book shelves consisting of dictionaries, thesauruses, and books worth reading. From the distance I can easily spot several of my own favorite books, instantly earring couple brownie points from me.
I follow Mr. Hiddleston who takes a left, as a wall with a pencil sharpener blocks the right. We walk parallel to a wall which is entirely ceiling high cabinets, all closed to the curious eye. His desk sits catty corner and is much like his classroom: mess free and boring. I consider making a comment but stop myself when I notice a few photos on the filing cabinet. One is him with a graduation cap and gown, his hands bearing a diploma. The next looks like a guys night out with Mr. Hiddleston wearing a (distractingly tight) black shirt and two other men accompanying him. And last, and the one that is set before the others, is a picture of the teacher with an older woman. I can only assume it's his mother. This causes a heart warmed smile to etch across my face. It's always lovely and precious to see older men respecting and appreciating their mothers. My own tells me "mama's boys" are the worst type of man to date because in her mind, they are still children who cling to their mothers for support, emotion and financially. I have to remind her that it's not the case for every man, just for the guy she chose to marry.
"Please, set the books wherever you like." My random tangent gets interrupted by a voice, causing me to jump six feet. Mr. Hiddleston places his stack of books on his desk. I would follow suit but looking at the small space, I decide to give his personal bubble some room and I move to the nearest student desk.
Brushing my hands over my black jeans, I turn around. While the teacher shuffled through stacks of papers, I awkwardly and silently stand close to his desk. Only a few second pass do I actually realize my situation: me with the hottest teacher, all alone. I can only imagine all the jealous teenagers clawing at this chance. However, I have a job downstairs waiting for me. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Hiddleston?"
His eyes quickly shoot up. "Oh, uh no. No, thank you." Mr. Hiddleston pauses a moment to set his papers down. "I'm sorry for keeping you. I was looking to see what hour of the day I have you, but it appears there isn't one."
My eyebrows knit together at his comment. "Well, you'd have to look for a "Carolyn" if that were the case." I pause for a moment, confusion riddling my face. "Wait, whaddya mean?" Almost instantly, I'm repulsed by my southern slang, despite myself not having any drawl to my words. My voice is basically that of an incoherent cave woman compared to his smooth, charming accent. Aside from this, I feel myself floating; he's looking for a time to see me again. I have to contain a girlish squeal just as reality sets in. He's probably just curious if he actually has me or is considering making a "see you at this time" comment. Nonetheless, my heart skips a beat or two.
"Most seniors take my course as their final English requirement. Are you not a senior?"
I feel myself dimming at his comment. Unfortunately, it would appear reality strikes again. But it was honestly quite ridiculous for me to even consider the reason why he was looking for my name was for something other than educational. However, I simultaneously feel my body lighting up. "Oh, no, I definitely am a senior. I chose the writing class for my English elective. I, uh, want to be a writer so I figured it would help in the long run."
Mr. Hiddleston seems interested in what I have to say. Most tell me writing isn't a career or I have a one in a million chance in making it big. Well, if George Lucas can write the three prequels all alone and still make bank, I think I've got a pretty good shot. "Fascinating! What is your preferred genre?"
With some hesitation, I blurt out, "Fantasy, but also some horror and thrillers. I've tried sci-fi once; didn't work out too well."
"I love a good scary story," he comments, giving me a wink. I take this as a small gesture, but my insides are literally screaming. Never has a friendly wink turned me into a flustering mess. Part of me say he knows what he can do, and if that's the case, he's quite the cocky bastard.
Playing along, I give my shoulder a shrug and coolly reply, "Perhaps I can run a rough or final draft by you."
"I wouldn't mind that at all."
How does such a small statement cause all my organs and two hundred and six bones to turn into jelly?
Brushing my long hair from my face, I peek over at the clock. It's been a bit longer than I expected, the hands informing me I have five minutes left of my first class period. "Well, I ought to get going if there isn't anything else I can do for you?" I make sure to say this in the form of a question. I wouldn't mind being late to my next class just to see a gorgeous face a while longer.
Mr. Hiddleston's lips part for a moment just before clamming shut. The look in his blue eyes tell me he wants to say something, but doesn't. I'm not sure what would constitute such a hesitation; initially, I thought he would have asked me to help shelve the twenty-or-so books. The look is intense, or appears to be, just for a flash, less than a second. My own anxieties begin to shake just as a kind smile grows along his lips. "No, but I do appreciate the offer. Thank you, Carolyn."
I visibly cringe at my legal name, this look not going by the teacher so easily. He bursts a small laugh. "Not a fan or your name, are we?"
Shaking my head, I say, "No particularly. It's a bit vintage. Well, not terribly so, but I'm not over the moon about it." I pause awkwardly, my flustered nerves getting the better of me. I croak out some sounds before finishing my tangent. "I go by Lynn, though."
"Lynn it is then," Mr. Hiddleston announces. "I'll let you get going then. The bell will ring soon and I don't want you to be late on your first day back because of me."
I smirk while crossing over to the door. "Nah, I don't mind." Instantly I want to smack the back of my head. To anyone listening it would sound like I had been flirting with a teacher. Well, to be fair it would have sounded like it not matter what time someone were to jump in at. Even so, this comment I naturally came up with put me in a case of "oh fuck." With reddened cheeks, I take a look over my shoulder so see Mr. Hiddleston unfazed by my comment, thank the holy lord, except a ever growing smile. He takes his eyes off the paper in front of him, meeting me with his pretty blues.
"I'll see you around, Lynn."
"Likewise." And with that, I part down the hall, this time invested in taking the elevator.
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Elder Scrolls Academia: A Series of Stories
Book One: The Dragonborn’s Fire and the Lady of Ice
[Diakko, SkyrimAU LMAO, action, adventure, cute goofy fluff, and romance, and dorkiness]
Summary: Diana was unprecedented in her talent for magic, even from her home town of Daggerfall among Breton nobility. But to sharpen her skill to its most lethal, she'd have to train where the cold bit the hardest--Skyrim. Now, the College of Winterhold's foremost student is crossing the threshold from apprentice to full-fledged mage, but her arch-mage mentor had tasked her with one last act to prove herself: Guiding the Dragonborn.
Except, the Dragonborn was hardly what she expected them to be.
[A gift to PyroTato]
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“Hey, you.”
She blinked through her bleary vision. The first thing she felt was the harsh bite of the cold. Next was the sound of horseshoes clicking against what must have been mud and stone, followed by a view of she could only describe as… white.
“You’re finally awake.”
It wasn’t just white. There were hues of gray and blue, but it was all just merged back into an endless expanse of… white.
She was jolted upwards by a bump in the road—ah, I’m on a carriage—and she tried to right herself but seems she’s been restrained by the wrists. She should have been more panicked, but it wasn’t like this was anything new. Something about her foreign features and red eyes made her an easy target for picking; what’s worse than a foreigner is Skyrim? A foreigner whose origin was a mystery. But she supposed others still had it worse, she was at the very least, as far as she could tell, from the blood of man.
She looked over to the space beside the carriage driver (an Imperial solider, looking still wet behind the ears) to find a locked chest of what must have been their belongings. It looked standard—nothing too hard to pick—made of wood like all the others, and hinges that would give if she pulled hard enough. It was secured onto the cart with two straps of thick leather. Her red eyes scanned the perimeter of the cart of for a sharp object she could use, but her observation was cut short by the thick voice of the Nord who had woken her.
“You were trying to cross the border, right?” He said. His eyes were deep-set, and the dirty blonde of his hair and beard was styled in the proud norther tradition. “Walked right into that Imperial ambush. Same as us and that thief over there.”
She mulled over the words quietly, still a bit too disoriented to engage. She was hungry, and much too focused on trying to flee. The rest of the men had fallen into conversation, with the thief bemoaning his luck while the Nords seemed to take captivity with dignity. She blinked up at the mention of Ulfric Stormclock—apparently he was the sulking large fellow to her right.
And—oh—they were going to be executed?
No thank you, she tested the strength of her bindings. She’d like to live to eat another sweetroll.
The solider called out that they were arriving soon, and that this was a small town called Helgen. Their reception was less than spectacular and a little mixed—some came out to watch like bored spectators, others screamed, “murder!”, and a handful of parents rushed to drag their children back home; hopefully sparing them the trauma of heads casually lopped off in the name of the Emperor. It was a pity. It seemed like a quiet town with people who weren’t nearly as aggressive as farther up north. There weren’t too many buildings, although all of them were imposing with their stone walls and high beams. Not to mention the Imperial fort at the center, which didn’t look tolerant of any kind of trouble.
And she was trouble in every way that counted.
But also so, so hungry!
They were ushered out of the cart with no small amount of roughhousing, thrown into the ground and yelled-at to fall in line and present themselves to a young officer holding a list. There were several soliders on standby, with a woman donning the helmet of a senior Imperial officer barking out orders for the block to be readied. There rattling of chains mixed in with some commotion—the thief had tried to escape.
Mistake.
He fell limp on the ground, not given a second thought after the arrow sniped him square in the back, through where the heart must have been. She gave a low whistle and looked over at the archer, thoroughly impressed.
“You.” The young soldier called, and suddenly she was shoved forward—closer to that damned execution block—and asked to present herself. “Who are… you?”
She stared back at him, red eyes determined and stomach grumbling persistently.
“You don’t look like anyone I’ve ever seen on the continent.”
That was probably because as far as the stories have said, she wasn’t. She had to live through a rough life of never belonging with anyone for it—and so she sized him up and for the first time, spoke her name:
“Atsuko Kagari. Who is seriously very hungry.”
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The mage took a deep, chilling breath. Her blues eyes were fixated on the flute glass of water that sat at the center of her desk. She was tucked away in her study, happy to wait out the winter storm with some semblance of warmth within the tower. But it was always cold in Winterhold, and by now it didn’t bother her one bit.
Slowly, the water began frosting over, solidifying under the sheer force of her will and the careful turning of her hands and fingers.
Gentle movements—no fancy gestures. The water froze and slowly crystalized upwards and towards the center into a haphazard cylinder, but then it twisted into itself, the ice moving in shards forming a frozen whirlpool that began to splinter along the top—branching out it as though it were alive, taking the shape of the dead tree in the middle of Whiterun that she had seen while coming to visit Farengar for advice.
It was a near-perfect replica.
She sat back, satisfied with her work. Shooting out a crass bolt of ice was easy. But this? This was control—and with the way the branches had curved in all the right places, the control was absolute.
Back in High Rock, among the Bretons of high society, she was Lady Diana Cavendish of Daggerfall, whose noble house held property in the Duchy of Cumberland where they grew the most potent plants for medicine.
Her person was synonymous with her name and where she had come from. Even on the years of her life spent travelling between Wayrest and Daggerfall for study, she had been measured by the weight of her name and not her magic.
But she excelled quite handsomely at both. It served her well—Bretons were made of diplomacy and trade in one hand, and magic in the other.
But it wasn’t real enough for her.
Not anymore—not in a country where the most a mage could be was the advisor of a king in court, or a glorified cannon on the battlefield.
She left the warm rolling hills of High Rock for the unforgiving cold in the far, far North.
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Atsuko was just contemplating the effectivity of rolling out of the way of the very big sword meant to take her head when a giant dragon had swooped in and rudely interrupted her untimely demise.
Alright. Perhaps it wasn’t all that rude.
She knew to take an opportunity when it was handed to her, and she bolted straight for the fort where all the soldiers were taking cover.
It was chaos. Utter chaos. There was a roaring overhead that her blood seemed to recognize, but Shor’s bones, she wasn’t going to take the chance and look. The young officer was yelling instructions to protect the citizenry. The ground was shaking! Stone toppled over as the buildings gave in to the monstrous black claws that swatted them away like brittle clay pots.
But the worst of it all was the fire.
The air was scalding even when a few feet away from the plumes of hellish flame raining down from the dragon’s maw. She cursed her luck, wondering if she really escaped death a moment ago only to die as pile of ashes in the next.
“These goddamned bindings!” She hissed, her breath shaky while she pressed her back against the wall. A shadow shaped like wings blocked out the dreary sunlight and she closed her eyes—praying to every single one of the nine, Azura, and anyone who would listen in between.
There was a guttural rumbling coming up from above and—no. She still wasn’t going to look.
Staying close to the wall was a good idea. The dragon shot down a pillar of fire hotter than anything she’d ever felt burning down the buildings opposite her hiding spot. Just because she was expecting it doesn’t mean she was prepared—her hands shot up to cover her face, and though the heat was overbearing; her skin didn’t burn.
It was over, and the dragon flew back up to douse another part of town in an inferno.
“Foreigner!” A loud, clear voice called out. It was—it was the young officer? He held a dagger, beckoning her to hold out her arms. She thought he’d finish the job that the executioner and the dragon seemed to have left undone, but to her surprise he cut the bindings off and dragged her into the fort though a small entrance at the back.
“Follow me if you want live.” He commanded.
They barged into the relative safety of the fort—Atsuko saw the chest of their belongings from the corner of her eyes. She scrambled towards it, eager to retrieve the only belonging she had carried through the years, but the young officer held out his arm in front of it before she could reach it.
“I’ll unlock it.” He reassured. “Take what’s yours—there should also be some armor along the racks.”
“Why are you helping me?” Atsuko looked over warily, helping herself to the now-opened chest. The axes and shields didn’t interest her, neither did the potions, but—ah. There it is.
“Two can survive the dungeons and the caverns down below better than one.” He looked over towards her. “My name’s Hadvar. I think I—” His eyes widened at the sight of the old, worn sword that she held near her.
This reaction was nothing new, and she’s had her fair share of fending off thugs who thought it was theirs for the taking. They had another thing coming. She knew how to use this, at the very least. The blade was curved and slender, a stark contrast to the heavy, wide swords of Skyrim. The grip was wrapped in dark leather, crisscrossed with finely-embroidered cloth of a deep red, making a pattern of diamonds. The guard was simple, and so was the pommel, and the worn blade itself was dotted with seven, in-laid stars. It seemed the sheath was missing—Atsuko would later scavenge for cloth to wrap it with.
“That’s an Akaviri blade.” Hadvar looked in poorly-concealed surprise. “Where did you truly come from?”
Atsuko rolled her eyes—feeling annoyed despite the threat of a rampaging dragon outside. “I’ve asked myself that question more times that you can ever imagine.”
--
Atsuko had woken up in the house of a blacksmith in Riverwood. With a bit of a headache, she sat down with her head in her palms trying to remember it all. She was hungry. Oh, and about to get executed. The—dragon? Hadvar was leading her through the caverns.
He brought her to his uncle and aunt, and they were kind enough to open their home to her and feed her. They only favor they asked in return was for her to ask Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun for help.
Of course she’d help! She crossed her arms at how tentatively they asked. Did these wonderful people really think she’d turn them down after feeding her the best venison stew her taste buds had ever been graced with?
And so she found herself hiking to the capital of Whiterun Hold. Addvar fashioned her a scabbard out of wood and leather, and her sword hung snugly across her back. The travel was easy, save for the pestering of some wolves, and soon she found herself past Honningbrew Meadery, just about to cross the bridge that led to the slope coming up towards Whiterun Stables.
For the second time in a few days—the world around her was suddenly shaking.
There were… voices. Wailing. Calling. Pounding into her eardrums and her head so strongly that she had lost her balance and nearly fell over. She caught herself on the wooden railing of the bridge that ran over a small stream. Her breathing became erratic, and she clawed at her chest, feeling her knees give in.
Dohvakiin!
Her eyes snapped up, looking around for its source. Her soul felt like it knew that voice but—how?
And why did it sound like a call into battle?
---
She was summed for a meeting by no less than her mentor, the arch-mage, herself.
"Did you hear it?"
Holbrooke looked out from atop the bannisters of the College of Winterhold. Her hands were folded neatly at her back, holding her staff across it, while the wind whipped at their cloaks; cold and merciless from the Sea of Ghosts. The view was always white. One could barely see through the thickness of snow and slat, which would have cut deep into Diana's bones if she hadn't learned the art of befriending the cold from the moment she could cast a spell.
"Somehow." She replied curtly. It was an honest answer; she didn't so much as hear than she felt it.
"The Greybeards call." The arch-mage looked towards her. "The Dragonborn has been summoned."
Diana nodded silently. She looked out into the Horizon, across the dying town at the base of their castle, towards the peaks which she knew was the Throat of the World. It was barely visible on most days, but it seemed the howling winds and frost would reign themselves in to make way for a pronouncement which struck fear as much as it did hope: there is a god amongst men in Skyrim.
It was no longer a legend.
"Did you hear?" Holbrooke began. "Or did you feel?"
Diana turned sharply towards her mentor.
"Because the rest of us could hear, but I reckon you're a little bit different."
"I'm not quite sure I understand—"
"Lady Cavendish of Daggerfall," Holbrooke looked up to her with a burning intensity. "Within the bounds of Skyrim, you will be Diana of the Frost—A proper mage. A proper master. But first—"
The smaller woman stomped the base of her staff into the cold, icy stone of the castle. The action was weak in its physicality, but the waves of magic it had sent cackled like lightning.
Diana's foot inched back a little to keep herself steady against the pulse.
"—you will seek out the Dragonborn and guide them."
---
The arch-mage had sent out word of their search for the Dragonborn of legend, and many responded with cynicism or outright disinterest. Thankfully, there was still brotherhood amongst the College’s alumna and they had agreed to keep their search a secret.
Farengar was the first to respond with any promise. The magical letter he sent was a rather enthusiastic one—of no surprise to Diana. He always spoke… so much.
She rode gracefully on her steed, intent to make up for the few days she spent fixing her affairs with the College before riding out towards Winterhold. It would take more than a half-a-day on horseback, and she had started early, hoping to arrive in the afternoon for some rest before presenting herself to the Jarl, and in turn, her colleague. The icy crags of Winterhold slowly melted away the closer she got to the Pale, and the sight of mud and greenery was more welcome than she thought it would be.
Wolves stalked the roads, but they were a nuisance at best. It was the frost trolls she had to watch out for—her area of expertise in magic was painfully ineffective against them, but she could hold her own if push came to shove. Ice wasn’t the only thing she knew how to weaponize.
She pulled on her hood, her breathing coming out in puffs of thick, misty vapor while she took a moment of respite. She’d been going at it for a few hours now. The land was beginning to turn into an expanse of green and yellow—she was at the border of Whiterun Hold. She could see spires at the top of a walled city on a mountain. Dragonsreach was clearly within view. It reminded her a little bit of High Rock, and riding through Rivenspire and Glenumbra when her mother visited for political affairs.
She bit at her lip, pulling on the reins of her horse as it began to whinny and buck. She didn’t actually know what guiding the Dragonborn meant. How did one guide a human with the soul of a dragon? What wisdom could you impart the mortal incarnation of no less than Akatosh himself?
She had studied many things in the world—more than just magic. She’s seen statue upon statue and endless sketches of Tiber Septim. The conqueror—always standing coldly in stone, uncompromising in his just crusade to unify all nations of Tamriel.
Diana was never one to doubt herself but—what guidance can a mage possibly impart on someone with such power?
She surveyed the land ahead of her, noting there wasn’t much left to cover. Something caught her eye.
It was smoke. And… fire?
She prodded her horse forward and into an urgent gallop, riding straight into the fray of what looked a small skirmish happening on the outskirts of the city walls, near the watch towers.
She was a little bit closer now but then—she gasped. It took everything in her power not to choke up and pull her horse into a full stop as a large, reptilian figure shot upwards from the ground with the beating of wide, leathery wings.
It was horrifying.
Her throat had constricted into tightness—but she grit her teeth and rode on. The closer she came, the more horrible the scene had become. Nameless guards had been gobbled into the drake’s hungry mouth, their helmets falling off and into the dirt, disappearing in a cloud of dust where once a whole man was standing. It looked like the fighting had been going on for some time. She whipped her rains, pressing her feet into the sides of her horse to push him onwards—faster. She could hear their voices now. Screams. There was a dark-elf woman who seemed to be in-command, along with a handful of what must have been the Jarl’s elite guard.
There was also a… a woman with brown hair, whipping around ferociously in tattered imperial leather armor. It looked like it was too large for her, but she wore it masterfully. She was brandishing a curved sword that looked vaguely familiar—but the dragon’s claw was coming down onto her fast and Diana was too far away to stop it and—
“Look out!”
She yelled, the exertion making her lungs burn. The woman was cued in by her shout and had rolled to the side, taking the opportunity of the dragon sinking its claw into the ground to land a clean slice at the underside of its arm.
It roared. That made it angry.
She hopped off her horse now—throwing self-preservation away with reckless abandon. She vaulted into a run, her hands growing cold, ice at her fingertips buzzing with power and anticipation. A cold shot of death waiting to be unleashed.
When the dragon pulled itself upwards to fly back into the air, Diana sent a sharp bolt of ice towards the exposed underside of its torso. Reptiles tended to have soft hides on the underside—and if memory served, dragons were reptiles all the same, albeit overpowered.
All it managed was a small gash, but the creature staggered, losing the momentum it needed to take to the skies. An arrow from the dark-elf general got it straight in the eye. There was hack from a solider at one of its hindlegs. It reared, smoke billowing from its nostrils, and Diana eyes widened—the next thing that would come was fire!
And it was going straight for the brown-haired woman.
On instinct, she reached out, a wall of ice encasing the stranger protectively. It would give her enough time dodge out of harm’s way but—
“By the eight divines, what are you doing?!” Diana yelled. She wasn’t moving at all! She was standing there, biding her time behind the wall of ice while flames engulfed her at every other direction. The dragon was getting frustrated, inching by nearer, and by the gods Diana was good but she wasn’t that good—not yet. That wall was going to melt very soon—it was already starting—but the woman kept steady while the it began to give way. Her left hand was splayed between herself and the dragon and—she had flames.
Flames of her own.
There was a pause where Diana caught a glimpse of red eyes.
Who is she?
The woman made the slightest opening with what she recognized as the gesture for the fireball spell, but how could it—? Against a dragon?
It seemed like it was more of a distraction than it was a hit for damage—it soared through the plume and straight into the dragon’s mouth. In the split second that the fire sputtered out, she lunged forward with her sword, stabbing it straight through the dragon’s throat, gruesomely forcing the sword down, and down, and down to cut an incision all the way through.
The strangled yelping didn’t last very long—the creature soon after collapsed on top of the woman.
Diana’s instinct was to hold the dragon’s body upright with pillars of ice lest it crush the woman completely. She was already falling unconscious. Diana strode forward, noticing that the armor was singed, but she was otherwise unburnt. She was covered in sweat, her breathing was ragged and uneven.
Her hand glowed in the warm light of restoration, holding it flush against the woman’s forehead.
She pulled her gently away from the giant carcass as the soldiers began to gather around them.
“I don’t believe it.” One of them muttered.
She couldn’t either, to be honest. That was a dragon. A full, proper dragon.
And she was alive.
Then the woman began to… glow.
“What’s going on?” Diana muttered to herself, eyebrows knit in confusion at the sight she was seeing. The dragon—it was also glowing. There was something similar to a link in-between them and—
“She’s…”
Diana’s stared in utter disbelief.
“…the Dragonborn.”
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She’s the Dragonborn.
Diana told herself for the tenth time that evening, watching the woman (Atsuko with remarkable recovery) gouge herself with her third platter of sweetrolls within fifteen minutes of waking up from unconsciousness.
“You’re going to give yourself a stomachache.” The mage carefully offered.
She had frosted butter at the edge of her lip, and those red eyes were round and… charming.
There was no sign of authority.
Not even of ferocity.
She wouldn’t believe this was the same woman from that fight if she hadn’t brought her back into Dragonsreach herself.
“Nah!” Atsuko mumbled through a mouthful of food. A servant came by with a platter of roasted deer—Atsuko’s eyes glazed over. “I can like… eat. A lot. I love food.”
“I’ve noticed.” Diana said evenly.
“So who’re you supposed to be?” Atsuko said absent-mindedly, reaching for the platter which was next-in-line for devouring.
“I’m Diana Cavendish, from the College of Winterhold.”
“Oh.” Atusko blinked. “Okay, awesome.”
Awesome? Diana blinked. She shook her head, clearing her throat and speaking with every ounce of professionalism the life of diplomacy and schooling offered: “Dragonborn—”
“Akko.” She waved her hand.
“—you and I are… going to be stuck together, for a little while.”
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A/N: Pyro - we did it buddy. We did it. This is for you. And all your memes.
Hey guys - no one asked, but I'm writing it anyway, if only because of how much fun and joy this AU has given me. This first chapter is as serious as it gets, unfortunately, because this is gonna be a one-shot dump of SkyrimAU Diakko where they kind of goof around like dorks, except they're overpowered, and sometimes Akko sneezes but shouts 'FUS!' by accident and Diana has to clean it up. The format I'm looking for is each chapter is a separate story about their adventures, much like the books scattered around in Skyrim (because I have no commitment and will focus on Appointments I'm sorry huhuuuhu). You could probably read them on their own - save for chapter 1 which is for context of the rest of the tales of the Dragonborn and her Ice Lady girlfriend.
But if you read it anyway - I hope y'all enjoy and if you wanna share headcanons, by all means, let's make it happen!
#Diakko#Dianakko#Diana Cavendish#Atsuko Kagari#LWA#Fluff#Romance#Skyrim AU#Actino#Adventure#Humor#Wlw#fanfic#LWA Diana#LWA Akko
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Kindred Spirit (Taehyung X You) (ONESHOT)
A/N: The full version of the Taehyung fanfic, but I changed it a little from the preview I posted. Hope its okay 😘 also, im not sure whats an "er of their marriage" means exactly? But i take it their life after marriage? Ill make an epilogue of that soon! 😘
"Ive been an idol for years Y/N and you have never once come to see me perform? Dont you know people would die for all the free passes and tickets I left for you?!" Her bestfriend grumbles, hands crossed over his chest, his pout over an inch long.
Y/N laughs.
"Thats why I said you should give it to someone else thats actually have time to go watch you,"
"But you are my best friend. BESTFRIEND Y/N. How is is possible you never once saw me perform? And you dont even know any of my bandmates? How is that possible??" Yoongi keeps on grumbling in disbelief.
"Well.. Min Yoongi. I can give you an answer. Because I'm busy with real life okay. You know my appa wants me to take over soon. You know I dont do it on purpose right?" Y/N pouts, hoping if shes cute enough, or looks guilty enough Yoongi would actually forgive her.
"Nope. Your puppy face wont cut it this time,"
Damn.
"You are coming. And if I dont see you cheering your ass off tomorrow night, front row, our friendship is over. Over I say!"
And thats is why Y/N is running and pushing through the excited crowd of boys and girls in the stadium, trying to find her section. She made it! She almost didnt, but almost didnt matter. Shes here now. All dressed in her work clothes, with what is supposed to be called an Army Bomb in her hand, something that her secretary shoved in her bag earlier, saying its a must have for an Army. She dont even know what an Army is!
As the show starts, Y/N jumps to the music, smiling proudly everytime Yoongi make an appearance. She has heard him rapped before, but she never seen him this charismatic. Its as if the man on stage is not even the dorky Yoongi she has known for years. And his band members... wow. All so talented, all so good looking.
As the concert ended, Y/N makes her way backstage, flashing the pass Yoongi gave her and make her way through series of dressing room, trying to find the one where the boys are in.
"Must be this one," she followed the door that has the most sound and lights to find the boys chatting, congratulating each other. "Uh, Yoongi?" Y/N calls out softly, feeling awkward. Is she even supposed to be here?
"Oh you are here. God, cant believe you actually made it!" Yoongi rushed over and gave her a tight hug. "Wait, I'll introduce you to the others, but I need to change my pants first. Wait here, dont move!" Before she could say anything, Yoongi has already ran off.
"Uh.. okay. Ill stay here I guess," she moved herself timidly to a corner and stands awkwardly, hoping no one would notice her. But wishes dont always come true.
"Hey, uh..." a guy, a very handsome guy, who Y/N recognizes as one of Yoongi's band members, but cant be sure who, approached her.
"Uh.. yes? A-am I not supposed to be here? Im sorry. Im just waiting for Y-"
"Oh, no. I just want to ask you. Wheres the bathroom?"
"Huh?" Y/N looks at the guy curiously. Is he for real? He had a three day back to back concert here and today is the third day. And he doesnt know where the bathroom is? And he is asking... her? Y/N laughs before answering. So weird.
"Uh.. I-"
Smack.
"You know very well where the bathroom is you idiot. What are you talking about?" Yoongi who just came back smacked the guy's head.
"Ouchhh, hyunggg," he pouted, rubbing his head.
"Serves you right. Thats the worse and most cringy pick up line ever!"
"Hyunggggg, shut upppp," the guy eyed Y/N shyly and glares at his hyung and turn his attention back on her. "S-sorry. I just wanted to talk to you but I dont want to scare you off," he grins sheepishly.
"Oh, its okay. Im not a stalker. I'm here because Yoongs invited me. I'm Y/N," she hands out her hand for a handshake. "And no, I dont know where the bathroom is," she giggles.
Yoongi rolls his eye and smacks his forehead at the lame attempt of flirting the younger man is doing.
"Hi Y/N. I'm Taehyung," he grips her hand and shakes it. "Kim Taehyung. And I'm the guy you will be having coffee with tonight," he grins.
/////
"Okay, so do you have a boyfriend?"
"No appa, I dont," Y/N sighs, frustrated.
"Then uh.... do you not like men? I mean, Im okay with that sweetheart, as long as you are happy..."
Y/N smile a little. Her appa is the most adorable man ever existed.
"Appa, no!" She giggles.
"Okay, okay. Im just asking. You know I will support you always princess," her appa smile and she can see a small sigh of relieve. "Then what is it sweetheart? Why are you so against this marriage with Hyun Dae?"
"Well, for one, I think arranged marriage is so old school appa," she pouts. "We are not living in the 60s or 20s or whatever year you and eomma are from,"
"How old do you think we are? The 20s?!" Her appa laughs. "Arranged marriage is not so bad you know,"
"Its not bad at all. I actually found the love of my life," her eomma gets up from the couch and link arms with her husband. "Although he is quite annoying at first," she laughs. Y/N's appa leans and kiss the top of her mothers head.
"Its the best decision ever," he smiles.
Y/N roll her eyes. It is well known between their family, friends and community that her parents are as in love as ever. They were from two wealthy family, arranged to be married, and lucky for them, they were each other soulmates.
"Appa, eomma, just because you two are lucky doesnt mean everyone is,"
"But sweetheart, Hyun Dae is everything a man can be. Hes very kind, smart, hes taking over his appa's business, he loves animals, arts, kids. Everything that you like. And plus, you two are quite close too. Why are you so against it?"
Y/N sighs.
"I dont know. Maybe a little part of me wants that traditional love story you know? To fall madly in love with someone and then get married?" She sighs and lays her head on her elbow. Her parents look at each other before her eomma approached her slowly, stroking her hair slowly.
"Sweetheart... are you in love with someone?"
"Well..." Y/N scratched her neck, avoiding their intrusive eyes. Her lips immediately curl into a small smile as an image immediately pops inside her head. Boxy smile, deep voice, always happy, positive outlook on everything. The one guy who made her deeply fall in love.
"Oh my dear, who is it? Why didnt you tell us?" Her eomma smile widely, clapping her hand in excitement.
"Well.. its uh.. because I dont know if he feels the same way..."
"Have you told him yet? Whoever this lucky person is?" Her appa take a step closer to her, smiling. His princess' happiness is everything to him.
"N-no. Not yet. I dont know. Should I?"
"You should sweetheart. Or how else would he know? And he most definitely feels the same way,"
"Do you think so appa?"
"I know so," he smiles. "Who in the world wouldnt fall in love with you sweetheart?"
Y/N smiles. Her parents are the best.
"Then I'll tell him. I'll tell him tomorrow,"
/////
"I like you Taehyung,"
A few moments past without either one saying anything. The air that pricks her skins feels colder. But nothing is colder that Taehyung's stare that is emotionless in front of her right now.
"Uh.. what? I heard you wrong I think," he laughs awkwardly.
"I... like you Taehyung,"
"Well, I like you too. Of course. You are one of my closest friends," Taehyung smiles. Y/N feels her heart suffocating but still puts on a brave face. Maybe he dont understand what she meant. Taehyung can be oblivious sometimes.
"I like you Taehyung," Y/N says it much clearer this time. "I.. love you. I love you Kim Taehyung. Like for real,"
"Listen..," he sighs after a few moment of silence. "I'm really flattered that you uh.. have feelings for me. And I know we have developed some degree of friendship, but... you thats what you are... just a friend," he looks at her with his deep gaze. "Yoongi's hyung friend to be exact,"
"Yoongi's friend?" Y/N looks at him, eyes filled with confusion. "After all this time. Is that all I am to you Tae? Your hyung's friend?"
"You know what I mean Y/N. You know how we met-"
"Yeah, I know how we met Tae.. but I though after all these time and moments we had..."
"That I would think of you as more? That I would fall in love with you?" Taehyung sighs. "I'm sorry if you felt like I lead you on. Thats just me. I'm just friendly. Im this way with everyone. But come on Y/N. Look at the facts. How can I be with you? I'm a worldstar, and you are well... you,"
Y/N felt like Taehyung just stabbed hee heart a million times. What does he mean that shes just.. her? Whats so wrong about being her?
"I enjoy our friendship, our interaction Y/N, but no more than that. And I am sorry to say that I am in a relationship. We havent gone public yet, but we are planning to, by this week,"
"I-in a relationship? With who Tae? A-and you didnt even bother to tell me? After all the time we spent together?" Y/N feels like screaming, but she knows she has no right to do so. All she can do is hold in her tears that can easily burst at any time.
"I think you know her," he smiles. Oblivious to the pain that Y/N is feeling. "Oraia. The new idol,"
"Oraia?" Oh Y/N knows the girl perfectly well. Pretty, fashionable, great at singing, dancing. Any guy would kill to have her. Including Taehyung it seems.
"I-I have to know Tae. W-why her? H-how?" Y/N managed to choked out her question.
"Oraia is the perfect girl for me," Taehyung smile at the thoughts of her, proving how in love he is, making Y/N's heart breaks even more. "An idol, beautiful, talented, shes basically the female version of me. So I'm sorry, but you..." Taehyung stops, trying to find the right word to describe what hes saying. "You and me Y/N... we are just worlds apart,"
"You are not a worldstar when I met you. You are not that like this when I met you," Y/N said softly, holding in tears. "We are not that much different from each other Tae,"
Taehyung gave a sad smile, no, a pity smile, before standing up, ready to leave.
"You can think whatever you want Y/N. But if you ever think we can be together..." he sighs and looks at her and gave her another pity smile. "If only things were different. In another world, maybe we would have been together.Goodbye Y/N,"
/////
Y/N closes her eyes, tears rolling down both her cheeks, already mixed together with the pouring rain as she walks home. Maybe the rain will wash away her feelings for Taehyung. Her stupid feelings for Taehyung. Different world? Taehyung's world is what she wanted to avoid her whole life. Glitz, glamour, fame, riches... Y/N cries out as loud as her heart wanted, thankful no one can hear her in the heavy rain. Shes just not enough for him. Thats the real reason. And she will never be for Kim Taehyung.
Days passed and Y/N has been locked up in her room ever since that disasterous day. Her parents have given up trying to find out what happen and finally left her alone.
And this week is finally the week Y/N dread the most. All the entertainment news, magazines, gossip websites are buzzing with the announcement that has just been made all week.
Y/N looks at the glossy pictures of the scattered tabloids in front of her again. The intimate pictures getting blurry as her eyes gets wetter. Taehyung's voice replayed in her brain like a broken record.
"That I would think of you as more? That I would fall in love with you?" Taehyung sighs. "I'm sorry if you felt like I lead you on. Thats just me. I'm just friendly. Im this way with everyone. But come on Y/N. Look at the facts. How can I be with you? I'm a worldstar, and you are well... you,"
"An idol, beautiful, talented, shes basically the female version of me. So I'm sorry, but you..." Taehyung stops, trying to find the right word to describe what hes saying. "You and me Y/N... we are just worlds apart,"
With a deep breath, she crumples the pages that reflects the beautiful relationship that is Taehyung and Oraia, wipe her eyes and walked downstairs to where her parents are drinking tea, enjoying their evening in their luxurious lounge.
"Oh Y/N. You are finally out. How are you feeling honey? Want to join us sweetheart?" Her mother looked up from the magazine shes reading and smile, her father the same, offering her a seat besides them.
"N-no. Thanks though. And I feel better," she gave a small smile. "Eomma, appa, I have something to tell you guys," she said, heart beating fast.
"What is it honey?"
"Appa, eomma, I have thought it through. I agree to your proposal. I agree with the arranged marriage to Hyun Dae,"
Her parents looks at each other, surprised.
"Sweetheart, are you sure? You dont have to rush into this. You should take your time and think i-"
"No appa. I am sure this time," she gave a smile, hoping it would convince them. "I want to marry Hyun Dae. I think he and I will make a very happy marriage,"
"W-well.." her eomma looks unsure. "Okay.. then,"
"If you are sure sweetheart. Then we will start setting it up," her appa stood up and hugs her. "Just know that we both love you so much and want nothing but your happiness,"
Y/N nods slowly, tears brimming in her eyes, softly she whispers,
"Me too appa, me too..,"
/////
Tupp. Tupp.
Y/N looks over the sliding door that opens up to her huge balcony. What is that sound? Panicking, she grab the first thing she can reach, a hairbrush, and walk slowly to the glass sliding door.
Tupp. Tupp.
The sound continue. Taking a deep breath she bravely slides open the door.
"Ouchhh," she rubs her head. "What the hell?" She looks around to find what hit her. "A pebble?"
"Oh no, did I hit you?" A voice called out. Y/N looks over the balcony.
"Hyun Dae? What are you doing here? Its 2am!"
"I, uh.. I want to talk to you," he grins.
"Theres this thing call a telephone you know? Or a front door? Havent use one of those?" She glares and Hyun Dae laughs.
"Sorry. I just thought this Romeo and Juliet shit is romantic you know?" He laughs and Y/N rolls her eyes. "Can you come down? Lets take a walk in your garden,"
"Come down from here? Like Rapunzel?!"
Hyun Dae laughs. "Oh my god, how are you so adorable? Of course not! Use the front door silly,"
Y/N giggles. "Okay. Be right there,"
A few minutes later, they were strolling in Y/N's family flower garden, inhaling the fresh night air.
"So? What is it you want to talk about that cant wait until daylight?"
"Well," Hyun Dae stop walking and pull her hand, sitting her down on the stone bench. "I just want to do it properly and formally," he smiles and kneels down in front of her, holding her hand.
Y/N looks at him, both nervous and confused.
"Y/N, you dont know how truly happy, grateful, excited, speechless, ecstatic I am that you agreed to marry me. I have been in love with you since forever," he smiles and blush slightly. "And I know this is just an arranged marriage to you, and you dont love me. But right here, right now, I promise you, that I will make you the happiest girl alive, that I will love you despite everything and anything, and everything you wish for princess, is my command,"
Y/N feels her heart beats faster.
"L/N Y/N, will you marry me and make me the luckiest man ever lived?"
Without a doubt, without a single second of hesitation, she nodded.
"Yes, yes, definitely yes,"
/////
"You look distracted. Whats wrong?" Yoongi glance at Taehyung whos just staring blankly at his mirror as they are changing and cleaning up their makeup.
"Uh... nothing hyung," Taehyung quickly pretends to clean up his things.
"Its not nothing. You have been distracted for a few weeks now. I didnt want to say anything because I thought you would snap out of it but its just getting worse,"
"Its really nothing hyung!" Taehyung snaps and plop down on his chair, sighing. Yoongi shrugs and decide to give him some space. "Err.. hyung?"
"Yeah?"
"Why..uh... why doesnt Y/N come over to our shows anymore?" Taehyung finally open up his mouth to ask. Since that first time they met, she has always been around, cheering for them, right at the front row. But after her confession, he didnt see her anymore. Yeah, he felt bad about what he said and he tried calling, texting, video calling.. but nothing. Shes totally ignoring him. He wanted to meet her at her house, or her work place, until he realized he didnt know where to go. In fact, he didnt know anything about her. All the time they hung out, he only always talk about him. His life, his problems. Him. As if its that interesting. He sighs again.
Yoongi side eyed him.
"Is that what disturbing you? Y/N?"
"N-no. Im just curious,"
"Oh, okay then. Then the answer is, I dont want to tell you," Yoongi picks up his stuff and walk off.
Of course. Of course his hyung knows. Yoongi and Y/N are best friends afterall. Taehyung sighs. Well, maybe he deserves this. But still... he doesnt want to admit it to anybody, even himself, but deep down, he miss her. Really miss her.
/////
"Okay guys, lets go. We need to get ready," Namjoom clap his hands as a way to make his members make their way to the dressing room. Its awards season finally, and they need to get ready for their stage. Taehyung makes his way with his hyung to the back of the stage, wishing for all this to be over soon. He really wants to just rest his head.
As he was putting on the final touches he turns to the door and saw Y/N standing there, all dressed in a beautiful gown, fit for an award show. His first thought is, wow, and the second is that his eyes are playing tricks on him. But as Y/N makes her way inside and hugs Yoongi, he knows this is reality. Taehyung smiles. He cant help it. Did Yoongi told her about what he said a few days back and now shes here to see him?
Taehyung walks over the moment he gets the chance to get her alone.
"Hey," Taehyung smiles.
"Um.. hey," Y/N smiles awkwardly.
"So, why are you here? You miss me or something? Or are you stalking me?" He laughs.
"No, I'm actually h-"
"Hey baby, there you are. The crew said you went in first," A handsome guy, and obviously a chaebol makes his way to them, giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek and hugging her waist.
"Hi babe," she smiles. "Yeah, I went in to see Yoongi. Its time you meet my mysterious bestie,"
Taehyung was silenced, eyeing the man up and down. Baby? Cheek kissing? Waist hugging? Who is this guy?
"Oh is this Yoongi?" He smiles and held out a hand. Taehyung took it reluctantly.
"Oh no no. This is Kim Taehyung. Hes uh... Yoongi's band member,"
Yoongi's band member? Thats all he is??
"Oh okay. Hi, I'm Hyun Dae," he smiles and shakes Taehyung's hand before hugging Y/N's waist again. Taehyung felt like pulling off his arm, and he dont know why he felt that way.
"Lets go meet Yoongi," Y/N smiles and bows to him and move over to Yoongi, leaving Taehyung still staring at them. Once Yoongi and Hyun Dae are caught up in a conversation, Taehyung immediatly grab Y/N by the elbow and drag her to the side.
"Ouchh. What the hell Tae?!"
"Are you seriously this petty?" Taehyung scoffs.
"Petty?? What are you even talking about?"
"Fine, I rejected you. So now you are bringing this... this... stuck up someone here for what? To show me that you have moved on? To make me jealous?" Taehyung scoffs again. "As if,"
"What?!" Y/N looks at him in disbelief. "God Taehyung, you are so full of yourself! Hes not stuck up! And I'm not here for you!"
"Yeah right," Taehyung smile sarcastically. "So, hyung told you I asked and the next show you brought a man over? Please Y/N, have some pride,"
"What are you even talking about? Yoongs never talked about you. At all! Im here becaus-"
"Oh Taehyung, you have already met," his manager interrupted the conversation and bows to Y/N as Hyun Dae join her side. "Okay guys, gather round. I think all of you must already know about The Empire. As you know, their company owns and organized all show events in Korea and is one of the biggest in the music industry, among others. The president cant make it, so his daughter is here instead. And she and her fiancee just wants to meet all the artists her tonight to express their gratitude,"
Y/N and Hyun Dae bows and smiles to everyone as Taehyung stands frozen in place, the only thing he can hear is 'fiance'. Y/N is... engaged?
And... shes an heir?
"You and me Y/N... we are just worlds apart,"
Yeah, they are worlds apart. He was right. But the truth is, Taehyung is the one whos way beneath her.
/////
"Lets go, lets go peopleeee," Namjoon clapped his hands a sign for them to get moving. Taehyung and the rest of the members climbed up their black van, still yawning from having to wake up early in the morning. They are off to another country for a month for their variety show shoot. A special content, the management said. Something to do with their new sponsors. Taehyung never really pay attention to all the boring details, all he knows is, he will do what he is asked to do, no question asked.
But as they land and making their way out from their private plane, Taehyung, still half asleep, need to take a double take when he saw Y/N and her fiance at the arrivals, standing atound with the crew, their luggage all around them.
"H-hyung?" He nervously tapped Yoongi's shoulder.
"What?" Yoongi grumbled, still cranky from being awaken from his beauty sleep on the plane.
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me or is that uh... Y/N?" Taehyung really wished he has gone crazy. Thats he is seeing things. That Yoongi will look at him funny and tell him theres no Y/N. And Yoongi did look at him funny, but his answer is totally not what hes expecting.
"Dont you know? Her father's company is our new sponsor for the show and they are here to monitor the shoot,"
Taehyung stopped in his tracks. He dont know why the news startled him. It shouldnt be affecting him at all. Right? Even he dont understand what he is feeling as he looked over to Y/N and Hyun Dae smiling at each other. Anger? Sadness? Happy? He cant be sure. But one thing he knows for sure, its going to be one hell of a month.
/////
"So... you arent going to tell me that you are engaged?" Taehyung jogged lightly, to catch up with Y/N whom he saw is taking a morning walk from his hotel roon window. They have free schedule for the first day and what luck, the first thing he saw this morning is Y/N, alone. Without that stupid chaebol.
"Oh, uh hi Taehyung," Y/N, startled at his presence, give a small smile and a polite bow.
"Hi Y/N," he smile. Honestly, he missed her. Well, they were pretty close before. As friends. Yes, of course as friends and nothing more! Taehyung reminded himself. "But seriously, you are never going to tell me you are engaged?"
"Do I have to?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I'm not even sure if I'm your friend or yoongis friend or whatever, you know? And I dont think you be interested to know anyway," she picked up her pace but Taehyung managed to catch up.
"What do you mean?! Of course I wanna know! And of course we are friends! And you didnt think to tell me that you father own half of Korea's music industry?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well, you never ask. And I'm not one to go around telling people my family history Tae," she shrugged. "Afterall, why would a worldstar want to know about someone who is from a different world than him, right?"
Okay, he deserved that.
"Okay, Y/N, look," he pull her hand, stopping her from walking. "I am sorry about what I said that day. I dont know what I was thinking. I was startled by your confession. To be honest, the months I spent without seeing you at all, well... I missed you. I miss you, okay?"
Y/N sighed. Why is he doing this to her? Her heart is still recovering. Still trying to erased every love she felt for him.
"We are going to spend a whole month working together. Stuck in a small island. Why dont we be friends again? Hmm?" He made his famous puppy eyes, blinking his eyes rapidly, lips pouting. "Pleaaaase? Taetae is sorrryy,"
Y/N tried to keep a sttaight face but burst out laughing. She can never say no to that face.
"Fine Tae. You know I cant resist that stupid face," she laughs.
"So, friends?" Taehyung held out a hand and Y/N shakes it.
"Of course, friends,"
As he shakes her hand, smiling ear to ear, Taehyung realized, he had never felt this happy, and it scared him.
/////
They might have rekindled their friendship, but Taehyung couldnt get even 10 minutes alone with her without being disturbed by Yoongi or Hyun Dae, and its pissing him off. Worse, he have to watch all the romantic moments between the two love birds, and trust him, Hyun Dae is really not afraid to show his affection, its making him wants to throw up.
Suprising Y/N with flowers on set, setting up a special candle light dinner when the whole crew is eating, suddenly gets on stage in the middle of dinner and sing her a song. And that motherfucker can even play a guitar and he look damn good playing it too. Taehyung swore all the girls there are swooning over him. But what he hates most is all the admiring whispers.
"Y/N is so lucky"
"Hyun Dae is the perfect guy"
"I wish I was Y/N"
Urghhh. Annoying.
It also doesnt help that his relationship with Oraia has gone stale. Yeah, they text everyday, call each other every night. But nothing she says interest him. Taehyung mostly tune out whatever shes saying during their phone calls, eyes focusing on what Y/N is doing. The way she laughs when she talks to someone, her clusmy ways of doing things, her passion while working. All that is more interesting to him than his own girlfriend. His supppsedly perfect, beautiful, girlfriend.
It must be the island. He hasnt seen Oraia for almost a month now, and hes stuck here for all that time. Of course it will put a strain on his relationship. Yes, that must be it.
But as his heart bubbles with jealousy as he watches Y/N and Hyun Dae running around the beach, Hyun Dae catching Y/N by the waist and lift her up to kiss her, Taehyung knows for sure, that it is definitely not it.
/////
Taehyung tossed and turned for hours and after eventually still failing to fall asleep, he decide to take a walk by the beach. The moon is out and the breeze is welcoming. Its a good night to walk and collect his thoughts.
As he walked slowly along the beach, the cool air blowing his hair, he saw a figure sitting alone by the beach, eyes closed, enjoying the midnight breeze. Taehyung immediately smile.
Y/N.
"Hey," he approached her slowly and smile.
"Oh, Tae. Hi," she smiled back. "What are you doing here at this hour?"
"I cant sleep. What about you? Isnt it dangerous for a pretty girl to be alone so late at night?" He smile.
Y/N laughs.
"Its a private island Tae. I think its kinda safe. And you know I usually cant sleep and the sound of the ocean calms me down,"
Taehyung does know that. Back to the days when they use to spend so much time together, they always sit by the beach and talked. Well, usually, he will be the one who do the talking, because all he cares about is himself. And his problems. And Y/N always listen. To all his weird ramblings, his peculiar thoughts that people usually laugh at. Even Oraia sometimes makes fun of him. But Y/N listen to them all. Understand him even. Why didnt he realized that before?
"Well... can I join you?"
"Of course. Have a seat," she patted down the spot besides her and Taehyung makes himself comfortable. They talked and talked, laughter filled up the night air and Taehyung cant seem to care about anything else other than that moment.
"Oh god, my tummy is hurting from laughing so much," Y/N said, still giggling from what Taehyung said. "I forgot how funny and weird you are Taetaeee,"
Taehyung smile and looked at her, staring deeply at her laughing face.
"Its nice,"
"What is?" Y/N who has stopped laughing, asked him, confused.
"Hearing you call me Taetae again," he smile, making Y/N blushed.
"W-well, that is your name,"
"Yeah, yeah. It is," Taehyung smile, still staring at her. "Y/N? Are you happy?"
"Right now? Yeah I am. We have been laughing for hours Tae. Of course Im happy. Whats wrong with you?" Y/N giggles, trying to toned down the awkwardness shes starting to feel.
"No. I mean, are you happy? Like really happy? With Hyun Dae? Does he makes you happy?"
"H-hyun Dae?" Y/N was taken aback from the sudden question. "Uhh, of course I am, hes my fiance, of course he makes me happy Tae,"
"Really? Then why did you stutter?" Taehyung still looks at her, straight into her eyes with his sharp gaze.
"I- I did not stutter! Whats wrong with you Tae? You are being weird. But not normal weird," Y/N starts to dust off the sand off her, preparing to get up. "Its getting late. We should go in,"
Taehyung grab her hands, standing up with her.
"Do you love him? Do you love Hyun Dae?"
"Why are you asking me that Tae? You are being weird!" Y/N tries to shake off his grip but he held on tighter.
"Answer the question Y/N. Do you love him?"
"Hyun Dae is amazing! He cares for me. He loves me. He knows what I like, sweet, romantic, p-"
"But do you love him?"
"I-I," Y/N stuttered. "I dont need to answer that!" Y/N tries to pull her hand again but to no avail.
"You cant answer it because you dont love him. And you cant lie to me," Taehyung smile.
"You are crazy. Let my hand go Tae," Y/N insisted. "It has nothing to do with you!"
"But it does Y/N. It does, because you dont love him. Because you love me," Taehyung state matter of factly. "You always did and you always will Y/N,"
Y/N was speechless, shocked, surprised, that Taehyung would bring it up again. Tears starts to sting her eyes. She has never felt more hummiliated. Is Taehyung making fun of her? Of her feelings? She thought they were friends again. Why is he doing this to her?
"Just let me go!"
"I cant, and I wont,"
"Why?!" Y/N is crying now. She dont understand why Taehyung is being this way. "To hummiliate me even more? To make fun of my feelings for you?"
"What? No!" Taehyung cant believe Y/N would think of him to be that cruel. But maybe he deserved it. "Because I love you Y/N!" Taehyung pull her hands, making her fall into his arms and he immediately cup her face and captured her lips with hers. The kiss has never felt more electricfying. Taehyung felt goosebump all over his body, he hears fireworks went off everywhere. And right at that moment, he knows that hes in love.
But the moment only last for a split second when Y/N, tears already spilled down her cheeks pushed him away hard and slapped him across the face.
"Get away from me Kim Taehyung!"
Was the last word she screamed out before she ran away into the darkness.
/////
Taehyung almost went crazy trying to finish the rest of the shooting. After that fateful night, Y/N took the earliest flight home the next morning, leaving Taehyung with no way to contact her at all. No reply to his texts or his calls and he cant even get away from his stupid schedule to find her at home. He was lost.
Its the very first time in his life that he has seen things so clearly. He is in love with Y/N. And she left him being so lost.
It also doesnt help that after Taehyung told Oraia that he wants to break up, his crazy ex girlfriend bombared his calls, his texts, his friends, even his manager with texts begging to take her back. She even went so far as to include the media, giving sad interviews, crying her eyes out. Taehyung wondered how he didnt notice how crazy Oraia is. Maybe its true what they said, love is blind. But what they had isnt love. It never was. They both know they got together just because they seemed to look perfect for each other. Thats not love, and Oraia is just mad that shes no longer one half of the industry perfect couple.
/////
"Hey Tae?" Yoongi knocks on his hotel room, peeking his head. Theres still a week left of shooting, but Taehyung's heart is no where in it. All he wanted to do is to go back home, find Y/N and begged for her forgiveness until she takes her back. Hes going to convince her that he loves her. He really do. And not because he pity her, or because hes jealous of her relationship with Hyun Dae, but because he just realized it now. That from that moment he asked her where the bathroom is, hes already in love. Y/N has already caught his eyes, and heart from that first night at the concert, but he is too busy chasing his fame and title to realized it.
And now it might be too late.
Taehyung might have already lost the love of his life, forever.
"Yeah hyung?" Yoongi make his way in and sit on Taehyung's bed.
"Did something happen between you and Y/N? Did she going back home early has anything to do with you?"
Taehyung looked at his hyung with tired eyes. No longer bother to pretend or curious why his hyung us asking.
I told her I love her...." Taehyung said, tears stinging his eyes at the memory. "And she thinks I'm just playing her,"
Yoongi sighed.
"Are you?"
Taehyung sits up and hugs a pillow, looking at Yoongi with teary eyes.
"No hyung. Of course not. I really do love her. I love her so much. Im just too stupid to realized it then," he sniffles. "And now, I have to wait until this stupid shoot is over to win her back hyung, because shes not answering my calls or my texts. And I swear hyung, I will do everything to win her back from that Hyun Dae,"
Yoongi sighs again, looking away before looking back at the younger man.
"Tae... Y/N is getting married today. She suddenly said she wants to get married as soon as possible, doesnt matter if its a small wedding. She just wants to get married. Today,"
Taehyung looked at his hyung, eyes widen, not believing what hes hearing.
"I-I have to go hyung," he suddenly gets up.
"Go where Tae? What are you doing?"
Taehyung grabs his bag, not thinking anymore.
"To stop the wedding hyung, to win back the love of my life,"
/////
Y/N looks at her reflection in the mirror. Even with last minute preparations, her mother managed to do everything perfectly. Her dress, her makeup, her hair, her flowers, even her dressing room is perfect. Y/N smile to her reflection. But she knows its only superficial. Its a smile she puts on to convince everyone, to convince herself, that shes making the right decision. The right choice.
That shes happy.
And she know Hyun Dae will make her happy.
He have to.
"Dont marry him,"
Y/N turns around to find Kim Taehyung by the door. His hair a mess, shirt crumpled, eyes bloodshot from crying.
"T-Tae..."
"Dont marry him Y/N," he move closer to her. "Dont do it. Please. Please Y/N,"
"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" Y/N feel tears prickling her eyes. Why is he here. Why now? Why today?
"To tell you I love you Y/N," Taehyung sniffles and take her hand. "T-to tell you to not marry him. Dont marry him Y/N,"
"I-I cant Tae," Y/N shakes her head. "Hyun Dae deserves all the happiness in the world. He treats me so good Tae,"
"Then what about you? You deserve happiness too. Happiness with me Y/N,"
Y/N close her eyes and shakes her head. Why is Taehyung telling her all the things shes dying to hear before? But its all too late now. Too late.
"Marry me Y/N. Marry me. And I'll make you the happiest woman in the world. Marry me," Taehyung sobs and kneel down on his knees, begging, hand still holding hers.
Y/N starts to shake, trying to hold in her tears but it rolled out anyway, flooding her face.
"D-dont do this to me Tae. You dont love me. You dont. You dont!"
"I love you Y/N. I love you I love you I love you! I know I realized it too late. And thats my mistake. But I swear to you, that I'll spend forever making it up to you," Taehyung begs desperately. He cant lose her. He cant! "Please. Please, dont marry him Y/N. Please..."
Y/N closes her eyes. Tears rolling down her face, no intention of stopping. She wanted to say yes. God, how she wanted to say yes. How easy it would be. To be with the man he love. The man he had dreamed of. But she cant. Its not fair to Hyun Dae. And its not fair to her. To her heart that Taehyung has broken to pieces.
"Im sorry Taehyung... I cant," Y/N let go of his hand, tears dropping on the floor, wetting her beautiful white dress.
Taehyung felt like his whole world shattered to pieces. Thats it. Just two words. "I cant" and he lost her. He lost the love of his life.
After felt like an eternity, he stood up, face still wet with tears but a smile on his face.
"You look beautiful Y/N," he smile. "You always do.
Y/N sobs hard, her whole body shakes.
"Be happy Y/N. Hes an idiot if he dont take care of you. If he hurt you like I do. Hes an absolute idiot," Taehyung smile and carressed her face softly. "Be happy my princess. And when the time comes, come back to me. I'll always be waiting Y/N, because you are my true love, and we will always find our way back to each other,"
Taehyung placed a long, deep kiss on her forehead, eyes closed as tears flows down, knowing he has lost the love of his life, trying to savor the feel of her in his memories.
"I love you Y/N. And I'll wait for you, forever," he smile one last time as he turns around and walk away, leaving Y/N drenched in her tears.
/////
5 YEARS LATER
"Woohoooo, last concert for this tour guys, good job!" The members high five each other as they make their way into the dressing room backstage. Taehyung laughs and make his way into his own personal room, exhausted from a show well done.
"Hi, do you know where the bathroom is?"
Taehyung stopped in his track at the sound of the voice. A voice so familiar. A voice that haunts his dream for years. A voice that he never forgets.
He looks up, and there she is. Smiling at him.
"Y-Y/N?"
Y/N nods, giggling.
"Y/N?!" Taehyung runs to her and engulf her in a hug. "I am not dreaming am I? A-are you really here?"
Y/N giggles again.
"Its me Tae. Real life me. Im real,"
"W-why? H-how?"
"Well, if Im not mistaken, 5 years ago, someone told me that we will always find our way back to each other. And that he will wait for me, forever. Im just checking if he still keeps his promise," Y/N grins.
Taehyung hugs her tight.
"You dont know how I dream of this day every single day Y/N. How I waited to see you again. To feel you again. To hear your voice again," Taehyung hugs her, not letting go.
"Ive come back Taehyung. Ive come back to you,"
Taehyung cant believe this is happening. Then he remembered something. And although its something hes dreading to ask, he knows he has to know.
"H-Hyun Dae?"
Y/N smile at his nervous state. She has never seen someone so adorable. God, shes just so in love with him.
"We were never married Tae. When you came that day... everything changed. I didnt marry him. I couldnt. Not when I know my heart belongs to you. And Hyun Dae... he knows it too. And he loves me enough to let me find my own happiness,"
"W-what?"
"Im sorry it took so long. But I need to find myself. To really understand my feelings, your feelings... but Im here now, Taehyung... if you still want me..."
Taehyung grins.
"Is that even a question my love?"
Y/N giggles at the way he calls her.
"I love you Y/N. Since that first night we met. I have been yours. Im sorry for hurting you. Im sorry for my mistakes. Im sorry fo-"
"Shhhh," she puts a finger on his lips. "It doesnt matter anymore Tae. All of it doesnt matter anymore," she smile. "Im here now. You are here now. And I, I love you Kim Taehyung,"
Taehyung grins. Such word has never felt so sweet. He felt happiness bubbling inside his chest. And in the first time in 5 years, he really mean it.
"I love you Y/N, my love, my soulmate,"
"I love you Taehyung. You really had me at bathroom," she giggles.
"Oh shut up," Taehyung laughs and lifts her up, wrapping her legs around him. "Just shut up and kiss me. Just kiss me baby,"
And she really did.
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Coffee Stains: Part III
» Summary: You were dragged into going to the concert but the harsh reality of his career was only pushing you away.
» Pairing: Moonbin x Reader
» Genre: fluff
» Words: 3.2k
» Part 1 | Part 2
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"Why did you change your mind (Y/N)? You jealous we're all going without you?" Your sister said from behind your left shoulder.
"Why would I be jealous, I never heard of any of these artist." You snipped. "I had nothing better to do."
"You could of hung out with your new boyfriend."
"He's at work."
"He must be blind if he's dating you." Your sister laughed.
"I can't wait for you to meet him and then you can ask him yourself." You smirked. She has no idea.
Even though this concert was the last place you wanted to be, you were curious seeing him from a different view. You probably had no chances of speaking to him but at least you could see what he did for a living.
....
This was the last place you wanted to be right now. You have never been to a concert where you have heard so much screaming in your life. Why were they all screaming anyway? The stage was empty with set up crew. They were getting excited from just the music blasting through the speakers as they blurted every word. You kept thinking that you should of just stayed home but the curiosity was killing you. You wanted to see Moonbin from a different view. How the fans see him rather then the dorky boy with an ugly stain on his shirt, the boy splashing you from the pool and the boy embarrassed by your over protective mother. It all seemed like a dream.
The arena was big and had plenty of filled seats. You were on the balcony to the right of the stage. It was pretty far but it still had a good view of the stage.
"I can't wait to see Eunwoo in person." Your sister squeaked.
"Whose your favorite?" You asked your sisters friend.
"I like MJ, the loud one." She giggled.
"Oh they have boy band roles too?" You asked innocently.
"They aren't called boy bands, this isn't the 90's." Your sister snipped.
"They are boys in a band, there's nothing wrong with that." You defended. "I was a huge fan of one direction."
"Kpop groups are nothing like one direction."
"Okay relax, I was just interested learning about them that's all."
"You are just mocking us, I know how you are." Your sister glared.
"No I mean it, I wouldn't be here otherwise."
"She has a point." Your sisters friend cut in.
"Okay fine, what do you want to know?" Your sister played along, still suspicious.
"What was the one member you like with the weird name?" You asked.
"Eunwoo?"
"No the other one?" You reeled in.
"Moonbin?"
"Yeah him." You tried not to sound obvious. "What's he like?"
"I knew you thought he was cute." She smiled. "He's the lead performer of the group."
"Boy can dance." What's her name came in.
"Oh so he's a dancer, interesting." You know you just met him but the sad thing was your little sister knew more about him than you did.
"He's also a vocalist, he has such a beautiful voice."
"I'm gonna go get us some drinks." Your mother got up. "(Y/N) can you help me please?"
"Yeah." You got up following your mother.
From all the people that filled up the seats, you wouldn't think these lines would be so long.
"Maybe I'll get your sister a souvenir." She pointed to the merchandise table. You saw a shirt with the boys faces on them.
"Have you seen any of these artist before?" You asked getting worried from the fact your mother even spoke to Moonbin last night.
"I took her to her BTS concert, they aren't here are they? I think I would know them once I see them, especially with these." She held up her binoculars."
"Why do you have those?"
"To see the stage better." She said like it was obvious.
"Mom I need some advice." You started and you had her attention. "What if I started dating a celebrity but I didn't even know he was a celebrity."
"He's obviously not a celebrity to you then."
"But he's from a different country."
She arched her eyebrows at you not believing a word you were saying which was your expected reaction. She just shook it off and continued looking up front.
"Mom?"
"You and your sister pretending to date these cute Korean boys is starting to concern me."
"But mom I'm not making this up. You know I don't listen to kpop."
"But you wanted to come to the concert?"
"Forget it." You walked away. It was useless. You wouldn't believe it yourself if you heard the crazy news. Maybe you should just go home, you didn't want to see him differently anyway. Or better yet, this relationship probably won't last much longer as far as you're concerned, he was on tour so he would be gone in a few days.
Once the concert started the lobby was completely empty as the screams and muffled sound of music was only a few inches away sealed away from one double door. The noise would instantly get louder once the door was opened revealing a couple of girls rushing to use the bathroom.
This place was huge, and the more you walked down the strip you could see yourself getting tangled up in this hell hole of a maze. If you still didn't have your ticket in your pocket you probably wouldn't even find your seat. You walked down the staircase as you already circled the top floor and started your round on the bottom floor. This was what boredom looked like. You could still hear the faint voices of some girl group performing that you were thinking that they had to be last or something. Unless you were wasting time slower then you thought.
You heard laughing coming from down the hall with a chain blocking your enternece that was clearly forbidden. It must be where all the dressing rooms were. You could see guards outside each door so you knew that wasn't happening and let out a loud sigh.
"Everything alright miss?" Some big tall bulky guy addressed you that was stereotypically a security guard.
"Yeah. I just don't feel very good."
"Do you need a medic?" He was friendly at least.
"No thank you, I think I'm just getting a little claustrophobic. My family's still inside unless I would go home." You lied your ass off.
"There's a smoking area a little down that way if you need some air. I'm pretty sure it's empty."
"Thank you." You smiled.
"Do you need some water?"
"I'll be fine thanks, I'll text my mom."
He nodded and walked off. Smoking area it is. It was probably disgustingly hot outside but at least you could sit with peace and quiet. You will have to go back eventually or your mother will be serving your head on a stick for wasting her money on a ticket.
You sat down on the bench as you heard the beautiful sound of the city honking its way inside your head actually causing a headache to form. It was hot but there was a nice breeze making the atmosphere more relaxing for the better. You felt your pocket buzz almost forgetting you even had a phone in there.
The screen lit up with a text from Moonbin to your surprise.
From Moonbin: 6:43pm
Where are you?
Should you tell him? You deserved to hear it first but maybe it wasn't right through text.
To Moonbin: 6:43pm
Where are you? ;)
You thought you should tease him instead. But that clearly wasn't funny since he didn't text you back. You kept texting "I'm sorry" or other forms of apologies before erasing it whole and starting over. Your thumbs danced over the keyboard thinking what to say until you heard the door open to your right revealing the boy himself. Your mouth hung open not believing it was him. It was obvious it was the same boy that was plastered all over your sisters wall but on the other hand you felt like this scenario was very much impossible and it was somehow a dumb prank or dream that you couldn't wake up from but here he was in front of you looking paler then ever while wearing a headset and dressed more handsome then you have seen him before.
"What are you doing here?" He said out of breath from the fact he must have ran there.
"My sister is a huge kpop fan." You bit your lip nervously.
He sighed and sat down next to you. "So, do you know?" You nodded revealing the truth. "I'm sorry I wanted to tell you but I was scared."
"How come?"
"Well honestly, I like how I can be normal around you." He shrugged. "And I didn't know how to tell you I would be leaving soon."
"Yeah that is kind of a big deal when you're dating someone." You said your voice sounding disappointed.
"I'm sorry, maybe this was a bad idea."
You were taken back from what he said. "Let's just end it then."
"What? (Y/N) that's not what I-" He was cut off from the ear piece signaling him to get to the stage. He gave out a aggravated groan as he got up making his way to the door. "Meet me here after the show?"
"I'm here with my family."
"Please we need to talk about this.-" Another warning shattered his ear. "Please (Y/N)." He begged before taking off.
You didn't want to be mad at him but you couldn't help it. It was unfair that he didn't tell you and now you had fallen into deep with him. Sure it was barely a week but you liked him, a lot."
....
You took one glance at him performing and crashed down back to your seat. It wasn't gonna end well. There was no way to have a steady relationship with someone across the globe. It was unhealthy. It was best to just move on and count down the seconds this concert was over.
You hated to admit though, that small dude had pretty impressive vocals and they had pretty impressive moves, especially Moonbin. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him.
....
"That was amazing." Your sister and her friend fangirled. "Did you see the way JinJin smiled at the camera, he's not my bias but damn he might as well be."
You rolled your eyes as you looked back at the smoking area. You weren't in the mood to have a full conversation on why you had to stay after the show. It was best to just move on while you can, even if it hurts him.
"I don't even know why you came, you sat down the whole time." You saw them looking at you.
"Trust me, I could easily see from my chair thank you very much. I saw some of those illegal moves. How could you approve mom?"
"And don't forget that JinJin tore his shirt off."
"So did Moonbin." They screamed. You almost forgot about that part, even though you had front row to his bare torso several times already. It was painful.
"I'm glad you had fun girls."
....
You lied in bed, staring at your ceiling feeling sudden guilt you didn't stay behind. You could tell he was distraught the last time he looked at you and you just bailed. Maybe he would understand. He'll be gone in 24 hours anyway, according to your sister.
You didn't even get a text the whole ride home nor did you text him.
You leaned over to plug in your phone when you heard a little clank outside your window. You waited patiently staring at your window to make sense of the sound when it went off again. It can't be. You leaned over and saw a light shining up at your window. What a moron? Was he trying to wake the whole neighborhood?
You grabbed your cardigan and slipped on slippers as you made your way to the back door. You unlocked the door and were forced to wrap your cardigan around your body as the chill breezed through. It may be summer but the nights were chilly.
"What are you doing?" You spoke getting closer.
"Why didn't you wait for me?"
"I told you I was with my family. You want them to watch the whole show?" You snapped but not meaning to. "I'm sorry, this whole thing is just a lot to take in.
"What I said before. Its true that maybe this whole thing shouldn't have happened but it doesn't mean I didn't want it to. I should have told you from the beginning and it's not fair for you. But I really like you and I don't want to leave things off this way."
"So well just pretend it didn't happen. Okay goodnight." You turned away but he grabbed your arm spinning you back closely to his chest your cheeks were embarrassingly red.
"I don't want to pretend." He said quietly.
"Well, you can't quit your career and I can't go with you." You looked up at him.
"Can you give me 2 month?" He asked. "The tour will be over and I'll be off for a little while."
"Two months?" You pff. "Our relationship has barely gone anywhere and you'll be gone soon."
"Fine. Then give me one day. If you want to end it we will."
"You're unbelievably. It's not gonna make a difference, you'll still be leaving and who knows maybe you'll meet another girl and fall in love with-" Cliche as it was, he cut you off from your rant in the best way. His lips were warm against the chill you felt from your exposed legs forcing you to second guess coming out with yoga shorts on.
He had his hands caressed against your dingy tank top that was a thin layer upon your skin, you could still feel how soft his hands were. The kiss grew deeper the longer you let it happened that you had to pull away.
"It's freezing out here." Was all you could say. You didn't want to act like you were enjoying it. You wanted to show that you didn't need him but who were you kidding.
"Then let's go inside." He slightly smirked.
"Whoa there stud. My family is asleep."
"It's almost midnight." He said like it would make a difference.
"So? And do you really think I'm gonna sleep with you when you're leaving." You crossed your arms.
"I wasn't implying that." He chuckled causing your cheeks to redden once again. "We can just talk." He gently pulled on the bottom of your tank top. "I want to spend every second with you before I leave. Even if you resent me."
"Fine. But hands off." You said letting him follow you back to your room. You locked the door behind him.
"I think you're the one thats implying it." He laughed softly.
"I'm not. I just don't want my family walking in and then they would imply it." You rolled your eyes. "Especially my sister, she loves you."
"Oh really?" He asked with a smirk.
"Don't get too excited, you're second to Eunwoo." You probably said his name totally wrong.
"Of course Eunwoo." He said it different so of course you did.
"Do they know you're here?"
"I had to tell them since I've been m.i.a since we got here, but they're fine with it."
You were pacing back and fourth uncontrollably.
"I feel like you are still pissed at me but you still allowed me inside." He looked at you confused.
"I never snuck a boy into my room before."
"You want me to leave?" He asked getting up.
"No." You whined because your wanted him to go but you're heart felt something completely different.
"So I'm really the first boy in here..." He sensed your were nervous and decided to tease you.
He was only centimeters away from your causing you to hold your breath as you felt his warmly on your skin. You felt lightheaded as you saw him lean forward kissing you once again. It felt like time was moving slowly every time your lips touched.
Your stomach erupted with butterflies from how deep the kiss was getting by the second. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip causing more friction. You felt him lean in closer that he was suddenly pinning you to your bed.
The atmosphere felt tense but comfortable. His fingers tapped the fabric placed on your hip, making their way underneath. You pulled away to get a breather but he was quick to move on down your neck.
His lips felt warm that you felt lost in the pleasure. You couldn't help but wonder where this was going? He was gently gyrating his hips along with yours that you knew he was just as affected as you.
As he moved lower down towards your collar bone you couldn't help but moan. He quickly stopped and went back to your lips as a warning for being to loud. You made the confident step to push his shirt up causing him to take it off.
"You enjoy making girls weak when they get to see you like this?" You asked feeling up his toned chest.
"Well...I was hoping to get a certain girls attention." He smirked still pleasuring your already brushed skin.
"How do you know if this girl wants to share?"
"I don't know, maybe I should ask her."
You blushed as he went right back to kissing you like he never left. He had his warm hands up your tank top pushing it closer to your non-existent bra. You let your head fall to the side as he was determined to leave every part of your skin untouched.
He was getting dangerously close to your chest, the butterflies was stirring up once again. The closer he got the faster you still pushed each other away as you heard a door shut followed by a knock outside of yours.
"Who is it?" You heard the door knob jiggle that you were glad you locked it.
"It's me." Your sister said, her voice sounding hushed.
"Under the bed...." You quickly got up fixing your shirt. "Wait....No the closet." Moonbin rushed closing the door behind him.
You got off your bed unlocking the door seeing your sister yawning. "Hey."
"Hi." You answered back trying not to see unbothered. "Why aren't you in bed yet?"
"I was just playing on my computer. But I'm going now, I just wanted to say thank you for coming today."
"No problem." You smiled.
"Even though you missed half the concert."
"Well....it was loud in there with all the screaming."
"Okay, well goodnight." She yawned and went back to her room.
You were glad she didn't go further into your room as you noticed Moonbins t-shirt sitting on your bed that you clearly have forgotten about.
You picked it up and Moonbin was next to you once again. "Your sister sounds sweet."
"Sometimes."
"It sounds like she just wants her older sister to care about a certain-"
"Shut up." You teased. "I care but that doesn't mean I'm gonna jump into kpop."
"But I might give Astro a chance." You continued.
He grabbed his shirt off your hands and placed it back on.
"You busy tomorrow?"
"No."
"We have the day off. Why don't I pick you up around noon?" You nodded.
"Have a good night." He kissed you before leaving your room quietly leaving you breathless like always.
He was gone in one more day. Will it be goodbye forever or will everything change?
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