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Hi, im new in Tumblr and im a real fan of your villain x hero prompts/series :)
Can you do one where a Newly recruit Villain attempts to flirt with Hero, but og villain caught them fuming with jealousy, and hero just sits in terror (bonus if they blushes) as they watch Villain singlehandedly beat the New villain because they never knew villain can be "THIS" powerful.
“I’m speechless,” the other villain said loudly, laughing as if they’d made a funny joke. They were drawing too much attention to themselves and the hero for their liking.
“Good,” the hero answered dryly as their eyes darted between the villain’s hands, their feet and their eyes. It was important to distinguish between a tactic and dumbness. Obviously some villains had tried to trick them before by playing stupid. But the hero was smarter than this.
“I’d just love you on your knees right now. God, we’d have a great time.” The hero tilted their head. Lovely.
This…exemplar was interesting. Cocky and weird and rude but still something new. The hero didn’t like them, they knew they would turn into someone really annoying after a bit of time but what they did enjoy was feeding into growing egos of terrible people.
It was funny to give them reassurance, only to take it away after a few minutes.
Perhaps that was cruel. But people had been crueler to the hero. They’d been crueler to the city. And this was getting on their nerves.
“Oh, I bet you’d enjoy my moans,” the hero purred. They knew this was no trick. They saw the blush. They heard the slight shaking in their voice. They saw the small shake in their hand.
Contrary to the other villain, they didn’t loosen their stance. They didn’t ease. They didn’t get excited.
“Fuck, you’re one of those, hm?”
“I don’t think you’ve ever met someone like me nor that you ever will,” the hero answered with a fake silky voice and they could see how slowly the other villain’s guard was dropping.
They seemed mesmerised, bewitched even as they walked over to the hero. Their grin was beyond irritating.
“I suppose you’re right…” The other villain was close, close enough to strike and the hero probably would’ve done it any second now.
They were sure that their muscles were moving but then it happened.
No one saw it coming. The shadow was fast, faster than anyone or anything the hero had ever seen.
Before the hero could calm their heart, the other villain was already disarmed and pushed against the wall. A blade was pressed to their throat and they started to struggle against the undeniably strong grip on them.
The hero was shocked at first but when they saw who exactly had saved them from the worst flirting of all time, they had to grin. However, they wouldn’t make this easy for them.
“I totally had them,” they said. Almost sounding sour.
Somehow, the other villain managed to free themselves and attack the villain. They landed on top of them and the hero almost thought they’d have to step between them.
But the villain managed to kick them back, swung around rather gracefully — the hero had to admit — and attack the other villain with full force.
“Oh yeah, I heard how you almost had them,” the villain snarled. Definitely sounding sour. Their breath was heavy from the fighting. “Lovely conversation. They weren’t particularly quiet.”
“I’m not even quiet in bed,” the other villain said and that was enough for the villain to break (the hero assumed) the other’s knee and push them back into the wall. The other villain weeped as the villain squeezed their throat.
“Sometimes the loudest mouths are the loveliest,” the hero pointed out. For a moment, the villain looked at them, their face as always stupidly blank.
But that was enough for the other villain to push the villain away again. They didn’t come far, though. The villain was quicker, much quicker than the new recruit and not as injured as them. They had them pressed to the floor just as fast as before.
“What the fuck—” they screeched as the villain’s knee pressed into their neck. The hero raised their eyebrows lazily. The villain was truly giving them a show.
“I’ve never met anyone who’s loud and smart,” the villain said. Somehow, the other had managed to give their face a small cut, right under their eye.
The hero felt every heartbeat in their chest.
“Maybe I like it when they’re foolish,” they answered which made the villain only laugh without any humour in it.
“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” the villain said.
The hero grinned at them.
“Let this one go. I’ll show you how to handle jealousy correctly.”
The villain was right to assume that this would be a long night.
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Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)
notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.
%% are you mad?
in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.
— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader
warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭
You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?
Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.
The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.
How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.
This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.
Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.
Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.
He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.
That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.
You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.
“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.
He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”
You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”
Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.
You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.
Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”
You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”
She stayed silent.
Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”
She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.
“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”
You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”
Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.
“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.
Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.
You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”
“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”
Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.
The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”
Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”
Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.
Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.
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The Stick of Truth
Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!
N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?
Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski
Chapter 1: Quiet little mountain town
Dear Dairy,
so here we are again.
Moved after a few weeks in Seattle now to this shitty little town named South Park in buttfucking Colorado.
I already hate it here.
It’s a tiny hole, in the middle of nowhere, right at the Meridian of misery and suffering.
This town doesn’t even have a Game Stop!
How the hell I’m supposed to get new cards for my YU-GI-OH! Deck and buy new games and anime merchandise?
Back to Amazon, it seems.
Gosh, I bet these people don’t even know what cosplay is!
Why did we need to move again?
I was happy in Seattle.
I had a nice group of friends and hot Serena Matthews wanted to go on a second date with me!
And yet, poof, again, my nomadic parents had us moved.
I will never understand them.
I’m only eleven, my body started puberty and I can’t outlive it because my parents get this urge to randomly move us from here to there.
This is such bullshit!
I wanna be a pre-teen, watch anime and talk about it with friends. Play Duel Monsters and beat asses. Cosplaying and playing video games and dear heaven kiss girls, boys, or whatever!
Serena was such a good kisser!
And her red hair was so lovely!
In this hicktown, there aren’t for sure bisexual people like me. Or god forbid lesbians. I don’t think I will like the straight dudes in this town.
I’m allergic to straight.
Yuck!
Okay, jokes aside, why this little shit town?
Couldn’t we move to California, if it was so necessary to move?
I just want to again live on the ocean side.
A loud knock was heard on my door, followed by my Mamma’s voice: “Sweetie? Hon, you all dressed?”
I look up from my Dairy. I’m sitting against my bedframe, knees up, balancing my dairy on them, and writing about my woe.
I close it with my red glitter pen between the two pages I wrote for today.
“Yes, Mamma, you can come in.”, I let her know.
Not a second later both my parents enter my room.
“Hey, princess. How do you like your new room?”, ask me my Papà.
I look around the half-finished room with the still-to-open cartons. It was bigger than my room in Seattle for sure.
“It’s all right.”, I decide.
This makes my parents smile happily.
At least they are happy.
“I know it's a big change for all of us, but ... princess, do you ... REMEMBER why we moved to this quiet little mountain town?”, wants my Papà to know.
I frown and rub my head.
That’s actually a good question.
It is all sort of a blur.
I have this sometimes. That I forget things, and can’t remember them.
Don’t know why, it has always been like this.
I learned to live with it.
The most I remember from our last day in Seattle is asking beautiful Serena for a second date and she agreed. Then going with my gang to Game Stop to buy some more children’s card games and then…then I was in our car and my parents told me, that we are moving to South Park.
Yeah, that’s about it.
The rest is a black blurb.
I rub my head harder and feel a headache forming. It’s better to stop thinking about it.
“Because you got the itch to move again.”, I answer my parents with sass.
Normally I would get called out, but strangely my parents seem to be happy about it and are whispering to each other. I can’t quite grasp what they mumble to each other.
A frown forms on my face.
If this is not suspicious, I’m straight.
“Uh, sweetie, we want you to have lots of fun here.”, turns my Mamma back to me. ”Why don't you go out and make some friends?”
“Right, get outside and PLAY, princess. Like ... like normal kids.”, adds my Papà.
“Why do you have to say it like that?”, I wonder and frown deeper.
My Mamma gives Papà a little whack on the head, which makes him whine and rub the hurting spot.
“Don’t listen to your Papà, he is just being silly, right, Chris?”
“Sure, Kelly.”
“We've got some money for you on the kitchen counter, sweetie.”, informs me, Mamma. “Just ... be back before it gets dark.”
Not like I have anything better to do than to whine at my dairy. Maybe I walk will do me good. I hardly doubt I can make friends with these hicktown children.
I’m way too queer for them.
So I put my dairy on my night table and nod.
“Of course, Mamma. I love you both.”
Even if you drag me around all of America.
“Yeah, we love you too.”, say’s Papà for both of them and they leave my room with small smiles on their faces.
I put my hands in the pocket of my pink hoodie and sign.
Well, let’s go, shall we?
I sigh loudly and watch how my breath turns white in front of me.
I’m not fucking Elsa and the cold fucking bothers me anytime!
My parents know I love warm places more, but no we had to move to this snowy hicktown.
I hate everything.
I’m glad I put my black jacket over my hoodie and gripped a pink wool hat before I got out of the house.
Dear Ra, how can people survive in this climate?
I walk down the little path to the sidewalk and for the first time today, something interesting happens.
On my left side, a little barricade is up, with a red flag, and written on it is No Humans.
Well, that IS unexpected.
What could this mean?
I decide to go right, maybe I will find some clue about what that is about.
That is when I see two little fourth-graders, one dressed as an elf and the other in a long blue robe, fighting against each other.
These little dudes seem to give their all.
“You shall die by my Warhammer, Drow Elf!”, yells the blond-haired boy.
“Nuh-uh!”, disagrees the Drow Elf.
“I banish thee to the forest realm!”
“No way, I banished you first! AHA! You can't hold out much longer!”
“Help! Somebody!! I can't hold out much longer!! Heeeeelp!”
This is all very interesting I decide and has surely to do with the sign I saw. Are they LARPing, perhaps?
Anyway, this hicktown turned exciting from 0 to a solid 8.
I must know what this is about.
But for that, I should help the little blond dude.
So I grip the Drow Elf by his clothes and tear him away from the blond boy.
“Hey, no fair. That's cheating. I'm gonna tell my mom.”, whines the Drow Elf and runs away.
Probably to his mom.
The little blond-haired boy smiles up at me, I’m at least a head taller than him, and says: “Thanks, kid. I didn't realize he had a health potion. My- my name is Butters the Merciful. I'm a paladin. I live right next door to you. We should be friends!”
LARPing, called it!
I can live with that!
“It’s whatever.”, I wave Butters off. What kind of name is this anyway? Weird. “And sure let’s be friends.”
This makes the little dude happy and I get a new Facebook friend. Why this always happens when I meet new people I haven’t the faintest idea.
It’s one of a weird me things that I don’t get.
“Now that we're friends, you should speak with the Wizard King! He's been talking about your arrival. The Wizard lives this way. In the green house, over there.”
“Sure, why not?”
Not like I have anything better to do and I like LARPing. It is really fun.
So I follow Butter, while he asks me questions.
“Hey, where are you from?”
“Was born in Washington D.C., but never really lived there.”
“Where'd you live before moving here?”
“Seattle.”
“Do you like Colorado?”
“To snowy for my taste.”
“Why are you wearing your hair like that?”
“I like bob-cuts. Long hair takes way too much time to groom it.”
“You don't talk much, do ya?”
“Meh.”
“That's ok, I can talk for both of us!”
You surely do Butters. The little fourth grader is amusing. Really happy-go-lucky it seems.
We reach the green-colored house and my new friend knocks. A little fat kid who tries his hardest to be a wizard opens the door.
With my super detective skills, I detect that this must be the Wizard King. Yet, Butter screams it to the heavens.
At least they seem dedicated to their LARPing.
“So, you are the New Kid.”, guesses the Wizard King right. “Your coming was foretold by Coldwell Banker. I am the Wizard King. But the time for talk is not nigh. Let me show you my kingdom.”
“All right.”, I just say and follow the two smaller boys into the house.
“Ohh, who's your new friend, Eric?”, asks a brunette woman the Wizard King.
“Shut up, mom, not now.”
The Wizard King or Eric seems to be kind of a dick. I would never talk to my parents like that.
“Hello, ma’am, nice to meet you.”, I greet her with my best smile.
She can’t even answer as Eric tells me that she isn’t part of the game and I shouldn’t talk to her.
Wow, rude much?
He is a dick.
Still, I follow him and Butter to his backyard. I’m way too curious about what’s there.
“Welcome ... to the Kingdom of Kupa Keep!”, presents me, Eric, his backyard.
I must say, you see that the kids tried to make their best what they had and it’s kinda okay. Can’t expect a masterpiece from 10 years old.
So I simply say: “Nice, dude.”
The answer pleases Eric and he gives me a tour. First, he leads me to the Armory where a brunette boy with a silver helmet stands.
“Our weapon shop here is tended by Clyde, a level 14 warrior.”, tells me, Eric.
I give Clyde a wave and we move to the stables.
“Here you can see our massive stables, overseen by the level 9 ranger Scott Malkinson, who has the power of diabetes.”
What kind of power is diabetes?
From what I know it is a really huge hassle.
I nod to Scott and follow Eric to…Princess Zelda?
The person now before me wears a costume and a blond wig which reminds me a lot of her.
Is Link somewhere too?
Princess Zelda rip-off twirls one of her fake blond locks around her finger and gives a soft giggle.
She pats her eyelashes at me.
I have a feeling she is flirting with me…well she has really beautiful blue eyes from what can I see since her face is covered mostly by her orange parker.
“And here, of course, is the breathtaking and lovely Princess Kenny. The fairest maiden in all the kingdom.”, presents Eric her. “Don't ask why Kenny wanted to be a chick, it's just how he seems to be rolling right now.”
Ah, so the princess is actually a boy!
So either he/she is genderfluid or attracted to more than one gender or both since she is clearly hitting on me.
I’m damn happy that there is at least one queer kid in this town!
So nothing bad with flirting back.
I give her a wick and she giggles more behind her hand.
Nailed it.
I decide to talk to her.
“Hey beautiful, how it’s going?”, I ask her and path my own eyelashes.
Again she giggles cutely and…she wishes for a flower? Her speech is so muffled thanks to the parker that I only understood a part.
Where do I get a flower now?
I look around the kingdom and see a daffodil. That we will do!
Quickly I pick it up and present her the flower with a bow.
She gasps happily, taking it.
“A daffodil for me?? Teeheehee, you shouldn't have.”
“Its beauty is nothing against yours, your highness.”, I flirt, which makes her wave her hand before her face and I can see that she is turning red.
Still got it.
“Hey New Kid are you done now? We got shit to do.”, calls the Wizard King for my attention.
I send the princess a kiss and join up with him and Butters.
“You have been sought out, New Kid, because humans everywhere are in great danger. I need something from you and, in return, I am prepared to allow you into my kingdom. I know you are very excited. It's time for your first quest, but first - please tell us thy name.”
“I’m Novella-Karin Campo. But people mostly call me N.K.”, I introduce myself.
Both Eric and Butters stare at me. What’s up with that look?
“That’s a really-“
Butters can’t even finish his sentence, as Eric starts to laugh like a manic holding his chubby belly.
“Hahahaha, that’s the douche’s name I ever heard for a dude! Hahaha, New Kid, your parents must fucking hate you. Hahaha!”
…Did he just call me a dude?!
Oh jeez, not again!
People sometimes mistake me for a boy, I don’t know why.
I clearly look like a girl, even if I have a bob cut!
For Ra Sake, I already need to wear a bra! And both my ears are pierced!
Why is this happening again?
I open my mouth to tell chubby that I’m female and identify as one, as I see how Butters shakes his head and makes Aport-the-mission signs.
Clearly, I shouldn’t correct Eric.
Oh, I have a feeling, and also thanks to Butters, that Eric doesn’t let girls play with them.
But I wanna play with them.
So I have to pretend to be a boy.
Oh well, if Kenny a boy can be Princess Zelda, then I a girl can be Link. I still have somewhere my old Link cosplay from last year’s Comic-Con.
It’s not tragic.
Eric finally calms down from his laughing and grins wicked.
I don’t like this face.
“You know what N.K., since you already have a douche name I think it’s fitting for you to be called…Douchebag!”
Asshole.
I grit my teeth and fight against the urge to punch this fuckers face in.
What one endures, just to not die of boredom!
“You will now choose a class: Fighter, Mage, Thief, or Jew.”
“Jew?”, I repeated confused.
How can be Jew a class in a LARPing, isn’t it more a religion?
“Jew, huh? So I guess we'll never really be friends.”
“No, I was just surprised to hear that!”, I tell him. “I take the mage.”
“Then we welcome to our kingdom Douchebag the Mage!”, proclaims Eric.
Butters cheers for me, meanwhile I plan how I can take revenge on Eric for dubbing me Douchebag. If I ever get the chance to kick his ass, I will take it, whatever I have to do!
Butters hands me the Mage gear and I decide that I definitely will go home and put one of my cosplays on.
I have a beautiful Dark Magician Girl Cosplay, sadly I think I should probably go with Link for the time being.
So long till I get what beef Eric has with girls and how I can make myself so valuable in this game that he doesn’t kick me out from it.
It is quite clear that Eric calls the shots here.
Just my luck.
Now he wants from me that I get a weapon, so I walk over to Clyde.
“Would you like to see my wares, weary traveler?”, ask me the brunette boy. “Perhaps you would like to hear tips and rumors for two dollars?”
I have a feeling that this is a scam, so I just ask him to show me his weapons.
Sadly it seems I can only buy the twig since the weapons have levels and my level is apparently too low.
I give the kids this, they are really creative.
With my new weapon, I return to Eric. Time to learn how to fight!
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teeny tidbits: namjoon’s hot & y/n’s nervous
someone requested a swimmer!joon drabble many moons ago and i started writing it but then never got around to finishing it,..,. and honestly the only reason why i wanted to write it was so that a shirtless namjoon could do the whole ‘lemme squeeze past you here’ move to y/n so after i wrote that scene i was like well. my work here is done. time for me to leave!!!!!
admittedly this is a pretty boring drabble but i hope u enjoy it nonetheless <33
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let’s be clear here
the only reason why you took this job was for the money but even now you’re starting to wonder if maybe you should’ve applied to work at starbucks instead even though it pays way less
you HATE swimming pools!
why are you here?!
why did you take this job?!
you’ve always thought that swimming pools were literally just giant pits of other people’s dead skin cells, slimy snot, and not to mention… actual uRINE
disgusting!!!
absolutely revolting!!!
and the thought of accidentally swallowing some of that makes you want to projectile vomit from the ceiling to the floor
in fact, you don’t even remember the last time you dipped a toe in a swimming pool and you’re not planning on evEr dipping any of your toes in a swimming pool for the rest of your life
thankfully, you don’t actually have to get into the swimming pool (so you’re not sure what you’re even complaining about) because all you have to do is keep it clean and sanitized
you’re in charge of skimming, brushing, and vacuuming the pool which is definitely as boring (and as tedious) as it sounds
you also have to take care of the pH levels, the alkalinity, and the sanitiser levels
even though it’s a lot of work for one person, it’s a pretty easy job anD it makes you feel like a chemist when you’re collecting water samples and clinking test tubes around >:-)
with all of this being said, even though you don’t have to get in the pool you always end up leaving absolutely reeking of chlorine and there’s not enough bath and body works warm vanilla sugar body spray that can save you
“good morning, kook!” you chirp as you shut the little metal gate behind you separating the pool area and the office area, “they were out of those cake pops you liked - which is good because you shouldn’t even be eating cake pops for breakfast - so i got you a granola bar instead.”
jungkook blinks down at you from where he’s perched up on his lifeguard chair before plucking the bar from your fingers, “you- you got me a granola bar… a cranberry-raisin granola bar… to replace the double fudge cake pop i usually have for breakfast?”
“…yes?”
he frowns
“do you hate me?”
you smile sheepishly before raising a smoothie cup for him to take as well, “i also got you a kale-cucumber smoothie because they were having a 2 for 1 special on smoothies!”
“how come i get the sewage green smoothie and you get a cool purpley one??” he pouts as he points to the other one in your hand, “what flavour is yours??”
you press your lips together as you look down at your much more appealing looking smoothie,“blueberry banana-“
jungkook resists the urge to pop the lid off and dumP it all over your head
he’s at the perfect angle to do so
“yoU get blueberry banana and i get KALE-CUCUMBER- again, do you hate me???”
jesus
jungkook is a great pal but good goD he can be annoying sometimes
there’s nothing wrong with a kale cucumber smoothie!
…you personally wouldn’t want to drink it because it smells and looks and tastes pretty nasty BUT there’s still nothing wrong with it!!!!
“you know what, fine-” the echo of a locker slamming from the changing rooms has you pausing for a second before you continue, “i’m only going to do this because i know that you’re going to somehow use this smoothie incident against me in the future- you can take my smoothie and i’ll just go up and get another one.”
“thank youuuu…” jungkook grins as you take the cup from him and you can’t help but roll your eyes as he sips on yoUR smoothie happily while kicking his legs
big ol baby
“and, by the way-” you push the metal gate open before turning to look up at jungkook again, “i hope there’s an unblended frozen blueberry in there for you to choke on, you-“
“good morning, namjoon!” jungkook interrupts you before you get a chance to cuss him out and you immediately feel your entire body freeze up
you manage to swivel your upper body around just a little to double-check that namjoon is actually here and jungkook’s not playing around with you
he’s done that to you more than a couple times just because he likes messing with you >:-)
ah
yep
namjoon is definitely here
in all his shirtless glory
you’ve seen a shirtless namjoon a countless number of times but the view just never fails to make your tummy flutter
his golden, sun-kissed skin.,.,
the ridges of his abs and the faint outline of his v-line.,,.
his broad, broad chest that look like the ends of two perfect loaves of freshly baked bread-
“morning!” namjoon beams at jungkook before looking over at you with a tilt of his head, “good morning, y/n.”
“good morning!” your grip around the cup is so tight you’re surprised the lid hasn’t popped off yet
you’re fully aware that you’re standing in his way but you truLY are unable to move
“the pool’s nice and warmed up for you, man!” jungkook gestures to the pool and for the first time, you’re grateful for one of his interruptions because after ‘good morning’ you can’t think of anything else to say
“that’s what i like to hear-” namjoon laughs, “-lemme squeeze past you here, baby.”
he places a hand on your waist from behind and you feel your heart skip a beat at how big his hand feels on you
you feel the warmth radiating off of his half-naked figure as his bare chest skims your back
the smell of his cologne lingers in the air after he slides past you and your nose twitches slightly
you take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watch namjoon saunter off to the other end of the pool, a dreamy little sigh leaving your mouth
“…oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you?” jungkook snorts as you slowly make your way over to him, looking as dazed as ever, “could you make it any more obvious that you have a big fat crush on-”
“would it kill you to be a little more quiet??” you hiss before whacking his foot
“oh, sorry, lemme just-” jungkook straightens up in his seat and clears his throat, “say, it looks like the water isn’t the only thing here that’s WET-!”
your eyes widen and you give his leg a harder whack this time
namjoon turns to glance over at you two and you give him a sheepish smile and a little wave
…
phew
that was a close one
“how would one go about respectfully asking someone else to rail them?” you ask wistfully before bringing your straw up to your lips for a sip of your smoothie
your nose immediately wrinkles at the bitter zing of pureed kale
yuCk
who thought putting kale into a drink would be a good idea??
“just add ‘please’ at the end of your request. here, let me demonstrate-“ jungkook clears his throat and straightens up in his seat before beginning to speak in a higher-pitched voice that you’re assuming is an impression of yoU, “oh, namjoon… i want you to flip me like a pancake and slather me in your melted butte-”
“jungkook!”
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Hello! I just finished the show after postponing it in fear it was that bad the critics said, and oh god there were nice reviews compared to what I saw. BUT really it came to my mind how would you would’ve wanted it to end, like in general for all the characters. I personally hated the writers guy for the the whole jj love confession yuck Ps- thanks for your writing it has keep me sane during this quarantine times <3
Whew, Lordy. I have so many thoughts I wanted to respond to this on it’s own. The short answer is in my taglines for the characters, which would probably go something like this:
Rossi finally started taking all of his vacation days, plus a little extra, until he finally decided to retire… again. It lasted about two weeks before he signed on as a part-time consultant.
Emily continues to serve as Unit Chief of the BAU, but now with a wife and son waiting at home. Of all the roles she had to act in her life, she found Chief, wife, and mother by far the most rewarding.
JJ left the BAU after several years and has dedicated her life to consulting work for non profits and government agencies serving and protecting children displaced from traumatic events.
Spencer continued to go to school in both a professor and student capacity. He fell in love with both the opportunity to teach, as well as his partner. The day his first child arrived, he retired with Rossi, although he only made it one hour before he returned as a part-time consultant.
Tara is busy with her work at the BAU, fixing up her antique luxury cars like her father taught her, and continuing to learn more languages. Under her guidance, the BAU is able to schedule more interviews with serial killers, which she uses to regularly publish research articles.
Luke and Penelope continue to see each other with no rush for the finish line. Together, the two volunteer at animal shelters to pair animals with veterans and other victims of trauma. He also continues his recreational boxing career, although his girlfriend has to watch with her hands over her eyes.
Penelope continues to be the bright backbone of the environmental research firm she works for, but the BAU couldn’t get rid of her that easily. Between the constant virtual and in-person visits, it’s almost like she never left.
Matt finally finished and publishes the “Simmon Stories,” and he spends his annual leave on a book tour with Rossi that mostly consists of sight-seeing with his family.
Seaver was invited back to the team after making a name for herself in the Domestic Trafficking Task Force. She is no longer a ‘probationary’ agent.
Elle and Kate, however, do not return to the BAU. Instead, the two women establish a nonprofit that focuses on providing long-term care and support to victims of sex crimes. In their free time, the pair also teaches extensive self-defense programs.
Blake continues to be a full-time professor in Boston, although she is often joined at work by her adopted daughter, who happens to share both a name and an affinity for learning with her former coworker.
Hotch returned to Fredericksburg to be closer to friends and family again, and has stayed very close with the semi-retired Rossi.
Morgan had another son, who inspired him to establish a community center in the Fredericksburg area for at-risk youth. Him and his wife regularly foster teenagers and help them find their way after high school.
The long answer, starting from Truth or Dare… If the writers really wanted to do Truth or Dare, it could have gone one of two ways:
(Preferred, the way I would write it) It should have been Emily and JJ.
I never understood the fact that the unsub cared that JJ liked Spencer. He… doesn’t know them. Why would have cared? As far as he knows, the two of them were single or married to each other. He has no reason to believe that was a taboo at all.
Emily and JJ would make sense, as not only are they both women, but Emily is her boss. As much as I hate forced coming out stories, I think it would have made infinitely more sense.
(Alternatively) Either end with JJ dying (I really wouldn’t want this, but it is better than what they wrote) or JJ admitting that it was a lie.
JJ would end up having closure with the scene, reuniting with Will, and being happy.
This means Rossi’s wedding wouldn’t have been ruined by the awkward shitshow that happened. Him and Krystall would be happy. No more trauma would happen to Rossi, and he would decide that he enjoyed living the quiet life sometimes. Eventually, he would shift into a part-time consulting position.
As for Spencer’s ending, without the weird JJ bullshit, he would spend his time going to therapy about his mother and the HEAPS OF OTHER TRAUMA. I’d also cut Max’s entire storyline because it was stupid as shit. I would have Spencer spend that time, instead, dealing with his repressed trauma surrounding women.
He would work through his tendency to base his worth and purpose on the women in his life. Someone would FINALLY tell him that Maeve wasn’t his soulmate and he was idealizing the SHIT out of her, and that he is allowed to move on. He would get closure from Cat and recognize that they both played into each other, but that he also couldn’t base his life on her, either. I would want the story to end with him having hope for a future where he can be happy on his own.
From that point on, most of the stuff I would do would be related to wrapping up character’s lives. Emily would find love that was unrelated to work. Tara would focus more on publishing research and moving to eventually take Emily’s position one day. Luke and Garcia would have started flirting more openly and building a relationship way earlier (cut the girlfriend who’s name I literally don’t even remember). Matt would continue being an adorable happy bean. They did him well. I know they couldn’t bring Morgan or Hotch back, but I would have loved to hear about them, as well as Elle, Seaver, Kate, and Blake.
Basically, I would have fleshed out the ideas I listed in their taglines. I think the BAU is the kind of job you do for a long time, but eventually grow out of. I think it makes sense most of them would end up leaving or switching to part-time, especially those who showed extreme trauma responses to certain situations or had a robust family life.
I’m sure I have more thoughts, but I’ve talked for long enough, lmao!
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Pls write mini essays about phoebe + next gen and paige + next gen!!
word i’d said i’d to this then i forgot i’m doing it now i’m gonna start of with both phoebe & paige + their kids and then i’ll burn through the list
okay so for starters phoebe i think phoebe’s family wins like the “most functional” award it’s not like a landslide win y’know it’s not like piper and paige’s families aren’t function but this family is comprised of an empath advice columnist, a cupid relationship therapist, and three cupid-witches. like, they’re all kinds experts of communication and self-awareness and understanding and relationships and bond blah blah blah they being said of course they have their issues but in general it’s relatively smooth sailing there is of course the flipside when friction usually generate from the kids starts to spiral out of control and phoebe & coop will be like let’s use our words help us to understand you and where you’re coming from do some breathe exercises and the girls would be like no!! can’t we just argue like a normal family!!! can’t you just get angry at something!! but those are um few and far between. and of course like phoebe really really wanted to be a mom we all saw we all didn’t enjoy it but that’s very much canon she really wanted three daughters she got that so i think phoebe was very much like Prepared for motherhood (like as prepared as one could be). like it wasn’t like she thought it was going to be smooth sailing but like she was ready to face any challenges that could be thrown at her she was ready to put all of her love and effort into this one thing and i think for her like Mama Era from pj’s birth in 07 to peyton starting preschool in 2013 i think she really like almost exclusively worked from home she was really hands-in she was in all the mommy groups and the pta and the whatnot but like. y’know that’s like 6 years. and phoebe really loves her job. so i think she’d really have a career renaissance once all of the kids were in school i think she’d slowly start to dive back into column work i think this is when she’d start to write her book after the success of that one i think she wrote another one i think she has a fiction series posted under a pseudonym that is more of a ya magical adventure series (which paige designs all the covers for) i also think she and coop have a podcast together maybe run through the bay mirror maybe independent the point is she’s really popular (i also think she’d be the wealthiest out of the three sisters bc she makes bank and so does coop as a therapist for those not in the states therapy is like really fuckin expensive as i recently learned y’all do not know. it’s a bitch. but yeah they got money. but that’s not the point here. the point is she’s really popular). book tours, doing stuff with the podcast, guest appearances on a variety of tv shows, i think phoebe’s not like. at home a lot. or at least she’s home the least out of piper her and paige. and it’s not like her kids really mind like she is just a beam away and she always makes it to important events (and unimportant ones!) like she takes photos before every school dance and she throws birthday parties and she really dos try to make it to all of the kids soccer games but like. she’s not always just like. home all the time. and i think she’d really love to have a lot of emotional heart-to-hearts with her kids but that doesn’t always happen. if pj needs an emotional heart-to-heart, she’s gonna talk to her dad. is parker needs an emotional heart-to-heart, she’s gonna talk to pj. is peyton needs and emotional heart-to-heart she’ll position herself on the couch late at night when she knows phoebe will be coming home and just sorta sit there like waiting for phoebe to show up and go oh honey what’s wrong bc uhh peyton will not like. go to someone to talk about their problems. she has to wait to be asked. that’s just the type of person she is. lucky for her, phoebe’s an empath so she can like tell when baby peyton’s in distress but lbr she usually doesn’t need it because like peyton perches in such an Obvious manner like hi mom come comfort me please : ( even tho she’ll never like say it out loud. i think phoebe’s also like proud of her girls and their practicing of the craft bc she remembers how she felt about magic hell how she still feels about magic and she’s always telling them like follow ur heart and love is ur greatest strength (and the power of three will set you free, of course) bc her girls are cupitches y’know it’s more true than ever but like. lowkey tho. it fucking terrifies her. magic like takes, man. a lot of people she knows have died. and she just like. she doesn’t want to tell her kids no bc it was grams controlling nature that made her rebel so much so like she wants them to be able to come to her when they have a magical problem and she knows that if she tries to stop them or tells them they’re out of their league they’ll probably just stop telling her things so she doesn’t she tried to be supportive but jesus fucking christ he gets so scared sometimes. she gets so scared.
paige on the other hand had nowhere near the same experience with motherhood as phoebe bc well i think paige has the most complex relationship with motherhood set aside the fact that her kids are the only unplanned ones out of the entire next gen, she also like. she was a shit child. she was mean and violent and an alcoholic. she had committed so so many crimes before she was even 17. and she had a really good mom!! she had a mom who loved her and tried her hardest to support her and keep her from falling off the deep end who loved her unconditionally she had the best mom and she was still just a little shit! and i think that really fucks her up. like, looking back on it, she can’t imagine half the stuff she put her mom through. she was really cruel. and like!!! her mom was a good mom!! so paige doesn’t know she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do. how she’s supposed to stop her kids from turning out like her. what can she do so she doesn’t have kids who end up exactly like how she was. henry isn’t like a load of help her bc henry Also never knew his parents and he jumped around from foster home to foster home and like never really felt like had a family until paige. and then like in his whole parole schtick he was definitely a hard ass he was definitely an Authority Figure bc hell that was the only way adults could get him to listen to them when he was a kid so he just kinda emulated that. however after meeting paige and really getting a feel for her whitelighter side and how she handled these situations i do think henry switched up his vibes he made the necessary changes. i also think like henry like no he wasn’t planning on having kids but i think he was really excited to become a father like he was gonna have a family like god he always wanted a family he was gonna teach his kids to play catch and he would host birthday parties stupid birthday parties with themes and balloons from safeway and friends there and goody bags the full kit and kaboodle like henry would fuckin go to bed each night dreaming about how he’s gonna do all these familial things he never got to do. bc he didn’t have a family. but paige did. she got all those things. and she was still fucked up!! so i think the conkclooshun paige landed on was that her mom tried to hard to like. like her mom saw her potential and always strived to push her to be that perfect version of paige that she saw her wonderful little angel when paige really wasn’t that paige wanted to be seen for what she was not some vision in her mom’s head and maybe that’s why she would like get drunk and steal a cop car bc she wanted her mom to see the girl standing right in from of her not an angel just paige. so paige was like. okay. i’m no gonna project onto my kids. they’re gonna be like “charmed ones” (there’s only two of them but w/e they’re really powerful witches) but i’m not gonna. i’m not gonna see them as that. i’m going to try to see them as they are and i’m going to be their Mom. i’m not gonna be some distant ethereal figure which is kinda how she felt a lot of the charges she brought to magic school viewed her bc she was this mythic charmed one and she was this she was that i think paige didn’t want to be her daughters’ whitelighter bc she didn’t want a “professional” relationship with them. there was no way she could advise her own kids the way she could advise her charges, she’s simply way too close to the situation. and she doesn’t want her kids to view her like that. she doesn’t want to be their whitelighter, she wants to be their mom. and um this really does work for the most part like she & her kids will like sit on the couch and just like yuck it up you know like the mitchell clan really is a tight knit they do all love spending time with her but. like her method of parenting really works with tamora. not so much with kat. kat’s a lot more witchy than tam is she’ll actively go out and seek out trouble she pursues the craft with a very similar hunger to what we saw in paige s5 and paige kinda hates it. like. god okay she gets it she gets it she really does. but kat’s a kid!! she’s just a kid and if she keeps looking for trouble she’s gonna get herself killed and i think whenever out god knows where doing god knows what paige just remembers that time she had to watch chris bleed out on the bed with nothing she could do. and how she- how if that happened to kat- she- she couldn’t go on anymore. that’s basically the fact of the matter. if she lost a child, she doesn’t know what she would do. give up. probably. and it’s again sorta like the inverse we see with phoebe’s free range demon hunting where paige gets so overprotective about it that kat just stopped telling her things. this gets doubled by the fact that you’re not my whitelighter, so why should you even care! and kat does view it as like a lack of faith from her mother (which is one of the reasons why kat and chris are so close) and she just wants to. she wants to prove herself. she wants her mom to see her for all that she could be, instead of just the place she’s in right now. and i do think as time passes paige learns to sort of let go of this control i think her and kat have the most difficult relationship but paige letting kat leave to take a gap year and explore the world was like a major step and kat acknowledges this to an extend she gets it was difficult for her mom but she really has no idea how much paige panicked how much it took every inch of her self control not to go out and drag kat back home because yes baby birds have to leave the nest eventually but these baby birds have a very high stab rate. um jumping over to her relationship with henry jr i think she does encourage his studying of the craft he is the most well read out of any of the next generation with wyatt taking a close second hell henry jr even knows like a bit of latin this kid is wicked smart And bonus round he’s aware he’s mortal. like yeah paige can kinda sense that it does ruffle his feather, but henry jr knows when to step away. again, henry’s really well-read. he’s brushed up on the family history. he knows the warren line is close friends with death. as a bit of a bonus round but also to give paige some peace of mind, she did give henry a basic charm that grants him the same high resistance that all witches are born with as well as cloaks him from magic bc like paige and henry sr both knew this mortal baby was gonna have a wicked high kidnap rate so they figured y’know best do all they can to Stop That from happening. the enchantment that henry jr has is a necklace it’s the same one paige wore throughout the show. bc i’d like to bring that back.
okay next gen time wyatt i think wyatt likes paige more than phoebe it’s not like a competition or anything it’s just gun to his head that’s who he’d chose bc paige really is like this witchlighter she walks the line between being charmed and being a whitelighter that wyatt can really take a lot of inspiration from he just doesn’t have that with phoebe phoebe’s a little bit more of like a love guru and wyatt’s got a weird relationship with love bc he keeps flinging himself headfirst into it and keeps getting bruiser bc of it what wyatt actually doesn’t know is almost all of the advice that has gotten him out of these troubling times has almost all been sourced from phoebe piper usually goes to her with advice when it comes to all that i mean i don’t think wyatt would like to know that post-breakup wyatt is just like kinda embarrassing he doesn’t want to know that’s being shared with the family of course he already knows he just doesn’t want confirmation
chris surprisingly closer with phoebe probably bc she’s an empath and again she has this whole free range witchcraft style that she has going if chris has a question he needs to ask somebody he’ll usually ask phoebe bc she’s the only one who won’t report back to leo bc again she’s an empath she gets it she knows what’s going on and she knows he just needs time and he and leo need some good honest communication paige also gets that but paige also watched chris die so yeah no she’s gonna snitch
melinda about and even tie melinda gets a lot of witchlightering advice from paige on finding harmony there but she’s also an empath she she spends a lot of time learning her craft from phoebe and how to focus that and apply that power to her witch/whitelighter abilities in ways paige can’t really teach her bc paige’s power is more physical that psychic/emotional. but it is like paige who gives her the groundwork on like. getting it. i think gun to her head if she had to choose she’d choose phoebe just because of those times they’d go out and do “field practice” where they go somewhere interesting and crowded and sense the wave of emotions and go out and try to pick out people from the crown it’s an art of drowning out the din and finding one you need to find a way of not getting lost in the sea of everyone else’s everchurning emotions which is nice bc it grants melinda a much wanted and needy control over empathy but it’s also nice bc it’s like. fun. phoebe always makes it fun they can always have a laugh.
tamora’s not like hella close with phoebe there’s really no reason for her to be however she is baby peyton’s favorite cousin (don’t tell the rest) simply because tamora’s both like studious and cautious and baby peyton’s tired of everyone running around trying to fight demons like what about normal life irl and stuff so i think tamora would definitely like tutor baby peyton this that and the other and so like phoebe really has like a sense of respect for tamora and tamora likes being over at phoebe’s y’know it’s not like peyton’s some snot nosed kid it’s fun she likes the vibes
kat has an appreciation for phoebe bc she definitely knows phoebe had a hand in helping her mom let go of her y’know that being said it’s not like she loves to spend time with phoebe phoebe’s both an empath and paige’s sister so like she knows that anything of note’s gonna be passed onto her mom (which isn’t like. entirely true. but it is kinda true). if kat’s gonna hang out with an empath she wants it to be one on her side so she’ll always pick melinda
henry jr okay so phoebe’s actually the opposite with henry it’s kinda like her and paige swapped places here bc paige trusts her son she knows he’s really well versed in magic blah blah blah and that he’s got y’know. common sense. he’s not gonna run into some situation half cocked and get himself killed he’s aware of his mortality. phoebe on the other hand did not raise henry so she doesn’t get him the way paige gets him; a large part of her free range ideology is the fact that her kids are basically little power loaded god their charmed and as an added boost they’re also half cupid they’ve been raised in the craft they’re insanely well trained so like. she knows that they’re capable. henry does not have their advantages. so i think phoebe really tries to hold him back isn’t quite the right word but like. it kind is. she doesn’t want him doing anything magical.
pj’s in the 07 baby squad even though she’d at the younger end of the scale so she was a grade behind mellie kat and tam but that little barbershop quartet’s p tight knit i don’t think she has like insane exposure to paige as i think cupids and whitelighter work very differently like at the most basic magical level and therefore paige’s halfling experience really doesn’t do that much to help her i think she likes paige alright but like. it’s nothing compared to like wyatt relationship with paige
parker always like runs towards danger she’s got an insane amount of energy and like a fire within her i think she’s always trying to push boundaries and break the rules eg with her cupid ring becoming an athame i don’t think she straight up asked paige bc like parker definitely views all adults as narcs but with this of that ilk parker bounces questions off paige which paige just always answers like really honestly like if parker asks a question that’s like really complex and strange paige won’t give her a roundabout answer she’ll just tell her what’s up and for that parker respects paige
peyton i think sees paige the most through tam i think she likes paige i think she’s definitely privy of the whole paige/kat situation bc like who is the family isn’t but i think she really kinda takes paige’s side her peyton thinks the real worlds insanely dangerous she doesn’t like looking for trouble and her heart lowkey goes out to paige bc she knows the whole thing with kat is a matter of love it’s just something that’s hard to work with
#wallah#next gen#charmed#charmed next generation#phoebe halliwell#paige matthews#💌#margaretsminiessays#wyatt halliwell#chris halliwell#melinda halliwell#tamora mitchell#kat mitchell#henry mitchell jr#pj halliwell#parker halliwell#peyton halliwell
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maybe a one shot with Taehyung getting jealous to the point of hurting another BTS member? Preferably x reader.
Devil’s Fair Share
By: @roses-ruby
Word Count: 14,423
Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Yandere, Unprotected sex, Oral (F receiving), Spanking, Possessiveness, Possessive talk, Violence
A/N: Guess who it is:D aha! I’m back at it again with this fuckery. I hope this is what you wanted anon, It’s my first time posting on this account so I hope I didn’t mess anything up! This is longer than I expected but well :) what can you expect from me. Edited but…I’m dumb so there might be mistakes. Okay, luvs. Enjoy!
Taehyung hated you for many reasons.
He hated that you were a busybody, always trying to get into everyone’s business with a help everyone mentality painted across your forehead. He hated how much time you took to tell a single story. Going on and on about God knows what. And he absolutely despised how much you hung out with them – or rather him on an average basis.
Which is why he was practically sneering at you from his table, as he watched you chatting in line while waiting to pay your bill.
Just because he was staring at you, didn’t mean he didn’t notice some of Jungkook’s sneaky fingers making their way for his fries.
“Cut it out, Jeon.” He scowled when the tip of the younger’s index touched a particularly long fry which was sticking out of the basket.
Jungkook retracted his hand like he was burned and let out a sigh, “There’s like a thousand in there! And you didn’t even eat them. Why’re you so mean?”
It’s not that he didn’t want to consume them, it’s just that he lost his appetite after seeing your face appear from behind him when he entered the Deli on the bottom floor of their BigHit. He didn’t even want the sack of frozen stale fried potatoes, deciding to quietly munch on his small sandwich throughout lunch instead. But whatever the case – they were still his fries. Taehyung ignored the pouting of the man child sitting next to him to zero in on you who was laughing at something he said while slightly touching his arm. Yuck, what an ugly laugh.
“Just leave it, when has he ever shared anything of his?” Yoongi soft voice scolded the younger who was ogling the basket with his lips caught between his bunny teeth, “Besides you ate two large Hawaiian burgers, how could you still be hungry?”
Jungkook squinted his eyes at the rapper, telling him to be quiet as he once again snuck his hand over the table. However, he doesn’t get very far before Taehyung smacks his hand away with more force than needed.
“Didn’t I tell you to cut it out?” He raises his voice, turning his head to face the oversized hooded menace. Everyone’s head turns their way, as Jungkook shifts – slightly taken aback at the fury in Taehyung’s eyes. Soon his own anger flares up and he glares at the older, “Fine, keep your stupid fries and choke, Hyung.”
Standing up, he marches away from the table and heads into the parking lot to blow off some steam. Yoongi groans, reluctantly getting up to follow and comfort the youngest while rolling his eyes. When Taehyung’s face lands back on you, he catches you – the whole place rather – gaping at him with a mix of confusion and concern. Namjoon was raising a brow at him, a sort ‘the hell did you do’ indication on his face. He mutters under his breath, no longer comfortable in the suddenly threatening atmosphere. Which leads him to straighten up and wander off behind the other two.
Leaving the basket of fries rotting on the table.
_
See, this is why Taehyung hated you. Because he didn’t understand why you had to make a beeline straight for Namjoon’s room when they reached the sanctity of their dorms. You were shy, Hoseok had told him, you didn’t know the others well. Unlike Namjoon, who you had grown up with. Taehyung would just growl at the redhead in return, firmly telling him that he wasn’t interested in knowing anything about you.
What gave Hoseok the right to think he knows you so well, anyway?
If he reflects about it, Taehyung’s not sure when it first was that he began detesting you. You appeared collectively in their life a few years ago, a nervous young girl who had just moved into the city after her enrollment in Seoul University. Namjoon introduced you to the group with a dimpled smile, as you hid shyly behind his length and peered off his shoulder. As far as he recalls, you are a fan of the band – even had Jimin’s photocard placed inside your phone case. Usually, all the members are protective of who they invite into their home, refusing to let anyone they found problematic into their small circle. It stemmed from company policy as well as a couple of dirty leaks in their entourage of managers and stylists – exchanging information with sasaengs for a few quick bucks.
Needless to say, they were wary of the public in general. Too much time and effort had gone into their dreams of becoming singers for them to let something as small as visiting a bar ruin it. They promised one another to stay far away from anything scandalous. Which ranged from clubs to casual hook-ups. He knows most of the guys have broken the latter rule though, including himself. But they never let any fling become too close, never let any promiscuous desire tarnish their image.
However, Namjoon swore up and down on your character. “She won’t bother you guys! She’ll just hang out with me sometimes.”
And back then, he could stand you. Thought of your innocent doe eyes and somber behavior as adorable even! Yet as time passed on, your caution to avoid everyone who wasn’t Namjoon and commitment on keeping the rest of the members at a surface-level basis infuriated him. Did you think of yourself that high and mighty, that no one but Namjoon was worthy of your time? Fuck off.
“Shit!”
He shouts in his deep baritone as he’s once again defeated by Jin in the lousy racing game they chose to pass the time by. The window-wiping laughter of the elder makes him slump further into the couch wanting to be swallowed whole.
“That’s the third win!” Jin cheers, chugging on his beer in victory. Taehyung just laughs at the childish antics of the elder, his face turning red the more shit-faced he became. Through his own puffy eyes, he watches the TV screen replay Jin’s victory and groans when his stomach growls, having been more than a few hours since he last ate. With all his previous adrenaline absent, he decides to get up, stretching his sleeping tendons and scratching the itch on his ass.
“I’m gonna get something to eat. You want something?” He asks Jin, who is swinging both his leg and controller of the end of the couch while acting dead.
“There’s still the extra Jajangmyeon Jungkook ordered in the fridge.” Jin replies nonchalantly, resting his sore body on the cushions. Practice was especially hard today.
Taehyung nods, more to himself and saunters his way over to the kitchen across the hall. This dorm of theirs was rather spacious compared to the one they started out with.
He remembers it quite well, the shared mess of a bedroom and cramped bathroom. The mildly yellow walls and unembellished closets. It was in those times where the members were the closest, a silent joint empathy amongst all of them. Him and Namjoon shared an unbreakable bond. Taehyung was a country boy, fresh off the farm when he first joined the dorm. He cringes as he thinks about how awkward he was, the village-like simplicity of his fashion and the heavy accent he endowed for the first few months. Everyone had trouble understanding him, thinking he was the strangest thing after ET. Everyone except Namjoon.
Maybe it was because the boy boasted such a high I.Q. or maybe kindness was just second nature to the much taller man, all Taehyung knew was that he was eternally grateful to him.
Where areas some of the other members would write off his behavior as a passive eccentric trait, Namjoon carefully listened to him. He would try to see his point of view and never made Taehyung feel like he was weird for his thoughts and efforts. Taehyung in return respected Namjoon and his vision – which is why he was fine with distributing a room with him and only him.
Even if he was a bit clumsy sometimes.
Nonetheless, the days where they were inseparable roommates have long gone, now each member held their own room and their own hefty possessions. Sometimes he misses the simpler days, but he mostly liked this scenario as well. He was never a man who enjoyed sharing.
When Taehyung steps into the kitchen, he heads straight for the fridge. Immediately he spots the Jajangmyeon Jin mentioned and takes out the large bowl covered with a thin film of plastic wrap. Taking off the plastic, he slides his way to the microwave and stuffs the dish in there to warm up. He begins whistling the tune of the newest song they were recording, taking out a pair of black chopsticks from their cutlery drawer. Soon the microwave beeps, and he takes the Jajangmyeon out, smelling the heated pieces of pork ready to be devoured. His mouth waters as he began to sift the noodles and sauce together.
As he’s stretching the noodles apart, the sound of soft steps on the foyer make their way to his ear. He turns his head, to find your slightly startled figure staring at him in surprise.
“Hi.” He says with his eyebrows raised
“Hey.” You reply awkwardly, shifting on your feet and playing with your sweater paws
“Are you hungry?”
“Um, no I just wanted some water-” You stop that sentence when a ‘way too loud for the otherwise silent kitchen’ rumble rips its way from your stomach.
Taehyung lets out a snort, chuckling afterward as your cheeks dust themselves red and you wrap your arms around your abdominal in scrutiny. He looks at the steaming bowl in front of him, his right hand in midair of stretching the noodles, then looks back at you.
“This bowl is too large for just me. Wanna share?”
“O-Oh no!” You put up your arms in front of you, “I don’t want to both-“
“Get over here.”
“Yes, okay.” Dropping your hands, you meekly make your way over to Taehyung who gets a second pair of chopsticks from the drawer and hands it to you with a wink.
You watch as he immediately digs into the noodles with a big bite as you hesitate to touch the dish at all. He glances at you in confusion when he notices you’re not eating, and you accidentally let out a laugh. His cheeks were stuffed squishy with Jajangmyeon and there were stains of black bean sauce all over his mouth.
He looked like a tiny baby bear.
“Y-you ha-have,” You stutter between giggles and point at his face. But when he continues to cluelessly munch on his food you gently move your thumb to the corner of his lips, wiping off some of the sauce.
He doesn’t move an inch, just feeling the sensation of your finger and immediacy giving him goosebumps. Once you’re done wiping, you retract your hand to stare at your thumb. It hits you then of what you just did, and you look back up at him in shock.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to um…didn’t…”
You lose you train of thought as Taehyung grabs your hand, bringing your thumb to his lips. He gently puckers them over your thumb and sucks off the sauce as you let out a small gasp. His eyes never leave yours and the heat from his soft mouth shoots right up your spine. For a while you just stare at each other, Taehyung’s sharp pupils examining your features. Your pink mouth is slightly parted, and your glazed eyes resemble a doll. He thought he heard you let out an almost inaudible whine as he kisses your thumb. It stirs something inside him that he himself doesn’t understand.
“___?”
You both jump far back when a deep voice calls out your name. With wide eyes and fast heartbeats, you stare at one another in a tremor. What were you doing just now? Namjoon soon appears into the kitchen with his hands in his short’s pocket and stops a few feet from you. He raises a brow as he looks between you and Taehyung and the obvious uncomfortable atmosphere dressing the place.
“You were taking a long time so…I came to check if you were okay?” He tells you, pausing a bit to catch Taehyung’s eyes, “We have to finish your assignment, so we should head back…”
“Y-yeah,” You suddenly remember how you were originally working on your trig quiz with your best friend and wandered off to quickly grab something to eat from the kitchen. “I’m fine.”
Turning back around, you smile at Taehyung before you notice something in his presence is off. You move your hand to set down the chopsticks on the countertop, accidentally brushing your fingers next to the bowl. Taehyung snatches the bowl out of your reach, and you become alarmed at the abrupt movement and his harsh glare.
“Don’t touch it.” He snarls in a low but clear voice. You observe him in shock as he steps his way around you and Namjoon and leaves the kitchen with heavy stomps.
Namjoon sighs as he watches him leave, “Don’t mind him. That jerk hates sharing anything.”
He looks back at you, who’s just gazing at where Taehyung once stood with an unreadable expression.
“___?” He calls again in a concerned tone, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“Huh, what?”
“You good?” Namjoon seems worried, studying your face with furrowed brows.
Namjoon’s been your friend for the longest time. You both met at the time when you stood 2 feet from the ground and still secretly wet the bed. Namjoon was a year older than you and had the gentlest soul. Other boys couldn’t compare, they had cooties. When you live in the same neighborhood and your parents are great friends, it’s not hard to see one another every day. So you did – and you both became very close, very quickly. If there was a test coming up, you’d rush to his house even in the middle of the night. When your mother was nagging at you for something stupid, you’d ask him to come over and bring his bike to ride around town. And when those cootie-filled boys broke your heart in middle school, his arms were the first ones you’d run into.
It was because of those days that you felt like you had taken a lot from him, and you desperately needed to return the favor. After he moved to Seoul, he called you often. Talking about things far from your general knowledge such as dance practices and the flow of rhythm and poetry. You would just sit back and let him rant, a content smile on your face at how much he was growing. But soon his words became alarming, especially after they debuted. At first, he would talk about how excited he was and ask what everyone thought about him or his group. That quickly changed into him complaining about the hate comments, about the relentless hours they worked, about rude staff or seniors they encountered. He told you how much he missed his parents, the quarry on the east end of town him and his friends hung out at, and how lonely he became at night when everyone but him was asleep. Your heart ached at his words and you knew it was time to repay your debt.
You were as shocked as everyone else when you actually got into Seoul University. Not Namjoon though, he was over the moon at your arrival. Your visits to the dorm began shortly and you transformed into a major stress-reliever for Namjoon. It was a recuperated feeling, he was also your ball of vitality after a long day. So were the other members of BTS you had become fond of through stories Namjoon told you or Bangtan Bombs you spent hours watching. They were awkward around you, and you were awkward with them. Some members were closer to you than others.
Taehyung was one of them…in the beginning at least. He was fun and charming, and he always knew how to make you laugh. It’s not like you used up eras talking to him. They were all fully grown adult men with a demanding job and barely any moments for themselves. Not wanting to bother their already busy schedule, you mostly hung around Namjoon. But from the few times you did run into him in the dorm, he was kind and easy-going. You were embarrassed to admit it, but you had the fattest crush on him even though Jimin was your bias. Everything about him was attractive – from his piercing facial features to his boxy smile and fluffy hair. That all changed one day though, as he rarely directed a smile at you. Instead he started to scowl whenever you stepped foot into the dorm.
You thought maybe you were interrupting the time between the seven members too much and he needed you to back off a bit. So you spoke to Namjoon about it who vigorously denied your allegations. Even though you felt bad about the whole situation, you knew how much your friend needed you to be his rock. The more popular they became, the more he felt like he was losing himself. Being a celebrity is harder than it seems – you try to dissociate your reality from the perception of others and it still becomes a tangled mess in the form of a persona. And so, you stayed with Namjoon, even through Taehyung’s frowns and glares. It hurt for a while because of your feelings towards the blonde, but soon you just concentrated on being a good friend.
When he spoke to you today, you were surprised. You didn’t find any disdain in his orbs or hidden layers underneath his words. A part of you thought he was finally fine with you again, just for him to do what he usually does when Namjoon appeared.
You notice the worried features set upon your older friend and smile up at him though your eyes don’t,
“I’m good. Let’s go.”
_
“Baby, can we pleaaassse order another shot?”
The girl demands into his ear, snuggling herself up further on his velvet clad shoulder. He internally rolled his eyeballs feeling suffocated by her skin ship, playing with the lime wedge on the edge of his untouched gin and tonic. The club’s music was pounding in his brain and he had spent the majority of yesterday vomiting out his nerves for their recent comeback. Their senior manager told him to take the day off and clear his head. Specifically warning him to not go to the club in Hongdae again, so obviously that’s where he went.
It’s not that he’s stupid, he knows why his company forbade such behavior. But it didn’t matter who it was, he didn’t like to be told what to do. Many celebrities visited and hooked-up with random rich kids here anyway, so security was pretty tight. No one who even resembled a reporter would be allowed to wander an inch of this place. Everyone dressed in Gucci shirts, and LV shoes so it wasn’t hard to weed out the peasants. A few undercover Dispatch employees have probably slipped in here though, but his company had already made a very generous donation to them so he knew even they wouldn’t bother him.
Taehyung frowns, he was always so damn stubborn and held probably the biggest ego in BTS. What did he even want to do at a club? There was nothing interesting for him here, especially not the half-drunk girl he’s been texting with for a few weeks. She seemed mysterious and chic on Instagram, but Taehyung should’ve known better than to trust that lying devil of a site. Now he was practically stuck with her thin arms wrapped around his waist.
As soon as he met her, she suggested a threesome between her, him and Jimin. It made him angry, but he played it cool for the sake of getting laid. Taehyung was never a man who shared. Especially if that something was his. His father instilled this part of his identity into him; a real man never takes for granted what’s rightfully his property. And with that value set as an important part of his core is how he lived his everyday life. From food, to clothes and even lovers…what was his, was his.
As she leaned into him, he takes a peek at her cleavage. Her red spaghetti-strapped dress was extremely low cut and the silicon in her breasts felt like the real deal.
Well maybe this wasn’t so bad.
He leans back into the cushions of his booth, eyeing the hordes of people dancing. There were a couple of faces he recognized, some good memories some bad. The girl begins to suck on his ear, and he sighs. In a second, he was just about to get up – bring this girl back to the dorm and fuck her brains out when he spots something that immediately catches his attention.
You.
This was the last place he expected you to be.
He hadn’t seen you for a while after the incident in the kitchen. You made it your mission to avoid bumping into him and for some reason that upset him. Taehyung keeps thinking about your small interaction over and over again.Just laying in his bed and wishing to hold onto your delicate hand once again. There was something pulling him to you and it really confused him. Wasn’t he supposed to hate you?
It was as if all the world’s noises and distractions had faded into nothing as he zeroed in on you.
You were sitting at the bar slowly sipping a light pink concoction in a short and wide glass. His gaze lingers on your figure, perfectly embraced by the dark green body con dress you were wearing. A velour cotton he analyzed; he was the expert in fashion in BTS after all. It seemed to reach down just below your ass, but he could’ve been wrong since it was riding up the more you shifted in your stool. The sleeves covered your arms and the neckline was wide, exposing your collarbones and ending just a centimeter above your chest area. Just then a thought of undressing you crossed his mind, leaving him shivering in his seat. He licks his lips as his heart starts beating faster from your lazy movements.
“Tae?” A sudden voice interrupts his thoughts “When are going to go somewhere a little more…”
Moving up on him she breaths into his face, observing him with cat eyes, “Quiet?”
There’s no expression on him as he answers her, “Never.”
She looks taken aback, moving off of his body and furrowing her eyebrows in question.
“What?”
She seemed offended
“Jimin just texted me. He says you look boring. Bye.” Is the last thing he says before picking up his drink and standing. He doesn’t look back to see her reaction as he focuses on walking towards you.
You were finishing the last of your light alcoholic drink before you suddenly smell Tom Ford from a warm presence next to you. Turning your face, you see Taehyung leaning into the bar table with his left arm and smiling at you. He was wearing a navy-blue velvet jacket with gold embellishments lining the edges of his arm. His black button up shirt was tucked into his tight leather pants and his neck exhibited a thin choker with a golden fox charm in the center. It matched with the blonde hair that fell over his sharp eyes.
Why was he here? Well…it makes more sense for him to be at this club than you. But Namjoon had told you of Taehyung’s strange behavior recently. It worried you, was he in the correct state of mind in this moment? He didn’t seem drunk to you as you survey his posture closely. The second he showed you his boxy smile, was when suddenly everything became brighter in the dark club.
“Hi.” He says in that familiar profound tenor
“Hey.” You reply back a little too quietly
“What brings you here?” He asks with a smirk, freezing your movements when he tucks a stray hair behind you ear.
“I c-came with a celebrity friend of mine…She kinda disappeared into the crowd.”
“Oh?” He says, bringing up his drink to his lips and taking a sip, “Do I know them?”
“The actress…Yujin. Namjoon introduced me to her a while back.”
At the mention of Namjoon he glances up from his glass. The eyes that were once focused on studying your features now held a heavy threatening aura, his lips pulled into a straight line.
When you notice the change in the atmosphere, you try your best to change the subject.
“W-what are you drinking by the way?”
When he registers your words, his pupils lighten again like he was some fairytale creature. His mouth forms back into a lighthearted smirk and he raises his drink up to your lips this time.
“Wanna find out?”
You back away from the cool touch of his tall glass just for him to bring it closer to your mouth again. His posture is playful and his smile boxy. Where was this Taehyung when you were at the dorms? With a purse of your lips, you open them somewhat to allow the glass into your mouth.
Carefully you angle your head up, allowing Taehyung to slightly pour the alcohol into your mouth. Your tongue retracts at first by the intrusion of the bitter liquid, but it soon flattens smoothly and let’s the drink slide down your throat. When you are finished with the first gulp, Taehyung’s hand settles onto the back of your head, his elongated fingers tangled in your strands. He uses that to push your head back further and let you drink more of his gin and tonic, controlling your movements with his warm limbs. Your lids flutter at his dominance, you felt yourself getting wet.
“Good girl,” He says in a deep velvety voice, making you clench your thighs, “Just like that.”
The action no longer seems innocent as he observes you like a hawk, his proximity heating your torso. You gawk hard into his bottomless eyes and found an unrecognizable desire dancing around his irises. Your core was on fire causing your cheeks to inflame. The liquid continued to slide down your throat, making you feel dizzy at the cool flavor. It felt like everything in the club had come to a halt in favor of watching Taehyung shove his drink down your throat.
As you down the whole drink, he removes the glass from your lips and sets it down while his other hand stays in his hair. It feels like you’ve run a marathon, your chest moving up and down and your eyes teary with lust. You struggle to speak – your brain was fuzzy as the alcohol settled in your system.
“Shh.” He hushed you, your mouth automatically shutting at his command. It made him smile and he cupped your jaw, moving his thumb along your lips. You tremble in his hands, your panties soaked with your juices.
“Wanna come home with me?”
_
Taehyung’s keys jingle as he slides it into the lock.
With a click he pushes the door open and enters into the pitch-black room with you following close behind. He flicks on the light switch and indifferently starts removing his derby’s. You on the other hand stare in shock and awe at the larger than life luxury apartment he brought you to. Your eyes wander all over the place – at the expensive adornments and odd-looking décor to the huge windows that gave you a clear view of the Han river.
“Wow.” You whisper
You hear Taehyung snort behind you, “You like it?”
“It’s quite something.” You utter as he comes into your view and places his shoes by his house slippers and proceeds to walk barefoot into the foyer casually. Snapping out of your reverie, you bring up your leg to pull off your heels one at a time, awkwardly setting them down next to the other two pairs.
When you’re done with that you enter the floorboard and look around to see where the blonde-haired man went.
“Taehyung?” You call out
“In here.” He shouts back from a room with the door slightly ajar and a small sunset light shining into the bright living room.
You walk across most of his apartment to reach the door, standing stagnant in front of it hesitantly. With a gulp you slide the door open and stepped inside.
Taehyung turns his face when he sees you. He’s taken off his coat and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his silk shirt. Smiling, he ruffles his hair while walking towards you who stood in the doorway.
“Hi.” He says cheekily, backing you into a corner
Causing you break out into a giggle, “Hello.”
His hand comes into contact with yours, his fingertips touching yours lightly before traveling up your arm. The warmth causes goosebumps in his trail and he places his fingers underneath your jaw, tilting your head up. His eyes roam around your face before settling into yours intensely, and you swear he looks unreal – like he just stepped out of a Ghibli animation.
“I always thought you so beautiful.” He mutters, his breath fanning your face
“Tae…” Is what you barely manage to say before his lips are on yours
The kiss is so slow, so sweet – you feel like you’re imagining it. When his tongue comes in contact with your lower lip you open your mouth to allow him entry. His large hand caresses your cheek, as his tongue dances with yours softly. Tilting his head to the side, he deepens the kiss pushing you up against the wall. In a second the kiss becomes faster, harder with him licking the insides of your mouth in a frenzy.
He himself didn’t know how long he’s wanted to kiss you. All he does know is that you taste delicious. A mix of bitter and sweet, like Rose spritzer and Gin. It was addictive and now that he’s had a taste, he can’t get enough.
“Mm- Tae-,” You try to muffle through a kiss, putting a hand up to his chest
He doesn’t seem to hear you as he pushes his tall, sturdy body onto you – his hot chest colliding with yours and his arms on either side of your head with his hands planted on the wall.
“T-Tae,” You say a bit louder this time, using a little more force to get him off you
He comes off in a breath, hands still on that wall and his eyes wide and pupils blown. His chest was moving up and down and his lips were wet with spit.
“You alright?”
“I…I just can’t do this.” You say with sadness in your voice. “I like you too much to be just another hook-up…so I can’t.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes and you flush, looking away. What was going to happen now? He didn’t seem to like you…was he going to tell you to leave?
“What gave you that idea?”
You look back up in surprise and meet his hardened stare
“I..I just thought-“
“I’ve never brought anyone here.” Taehyung interjects, “Did you know that?”
“What?” You say in disbelief “Really?”
Sighing, he drops his head giving you a clear view of his blonde locks, “Yes, really.”
“I know that you’ve probably heard from the members that I don’t share anything of mine…but…”
He looks back up at you, “That’s never been a problem with you.”
As you register what he was stating, you become apprehensive. If he was saying he likes you too…then why did he treat you like that before? All the scowls and harsh stares, what were those for?
“I thought you hated me.”
“I’m sorry. I-I thought I did too.” He grimaces, “But instead, I think I was just…that…”
It seems like he doesn’t want to finish his sentence, but you weren’t going to settle on a vague answer.
“You were what?” You drill him with a new-found confidence
“I was jealous!” He shouts, startling you a bit.
“You and…Namjoon,” He grits out your best friends name with his teeth clenched, “are together all the damn time! You don’t acknowledge me when he’s close by and you go straight into his room without even looking at me! I don’t know…how can I not be jealous when I want you to be mine?”
“…would you be mine?”
Your jaw drops open at his confession, all the new information starting to irritate your brain. The only reason you avoid him is because of how he acts…and he’s saying he acts this way because you avoid him? What a strange cycle. As your gaze lingers at the fury in his orbs, you can’t help but break into a laugh, which shocks him.
“Oh my god, you are so cute,” You say in between hearty giggles and watch him twist his face in embarrassment.
“It’s really not that funny,” He pouts “Hey, stop laughing!”
You hear him grumble underneath his breath as his facial expressions continue to amuse. Honestly, you didn’t know how to reply to his accusation. I mean, you and Namjoon? That would never happen in a million years. It was cliché, but he was literally like an older brother to you. So, this declaration sort of disgusted you. There was just no way you could ever discern Namjoon in that way, and you were sure it was the same for him.
Although, there was one time a few years ago where you both were extra lonely and helped the other masturbate. Obviously, nothing came out of it, and you don’t think Taehyung needs to know that. Not with the way his face lights on fire at the mention of you with Namjoon.
So, with nothing to say to him – you hook a finger up his choker and pull his face close to yours.
“I’m ready to be yours.” You whisper before kissing the frown away.
He reciprocates immediately, his hand being placed on your hips and drawing you into him. The kiss is electric, lasting for a few seconds before he moves his mouth into your neck. His hands trace over your dress, from your curves down to your ass before he grabs it gently.
“I really like this dress,” He mutters into the skin of your neck “Green is my favorite color.”
“I can’t afford s-something like this- ah. It’s- mm- Yujin’s.” You sigh
“Hmm,” He looks back up at your face making you blush, “Looks like I’ll have to buy you a whole new wardrobe then.”
Trailing his hand up your back, he finds the peak of the dress’ zipper. He pinches the zip, dragging it down your torso until it ended just above your bottom. Then he takes a step back, placing both of his palms on the edge of your shoulder. Without breaking eye contact, he slips the dress down your arms until it falls to the ground, pooling around your ankles.
Your breath is steady as you stare at him, watching in slight nervousness as he takes you all in.
That was the thing about Taehyung. You were always so worried about he thought, especially about you. Even though you visited the dorms often, he was always the member the most out of reach. He was like an expensive bottle of cognac, like the brightest star on top of the tree. Compared to the members, he was the most celebrity-like. Whenever Namjoon mentioned him ‘talking’ to someone, you always imagined some sexy, gorgeous model-like person. Someone similar to him.
And so you felt quite insecure about yourself as he leers at your almost naked form with an unreadable appearance. It makes you tuck a hair behind your ear as you wrap an arm around your abdominal.
Your breath gets caught in your throat as he closes in on you, placing your hands back on his clothed chest. He grips your waist, a bit harder this time as his fingers dig into the delicate skin. Taehyung picks you up abruptly and throws you into the large bed in the center of the room, knocking the wind out of you. You barely have time to think before he’s on top you, biting down your jaw and into your neck.
“All of this,” He growls in a deeply furious resonance, “is mine.”
Bending his index finger underneath your bra strap, he gives it a pull, just to let it go in the next second. It lands on your skin with a snap. You flinch, your face twisting in pain as he grins, and arch your back off the bed. Was he always this playful with his lovers? There’s not much time for you to dwell on that as his fingers trace up your exposed back. Working quickly, he unhooks your bra, practically ripping it from your chest as your lids shoot open. He discards the fabric to the side, not caring where it landed with his attention focused solely on you. Your nipples bounce faintly in the cools air while he licks his lips, bending down and taking a bud in his mouth.
As your jaw drops open, you entangle your fingers into blonde locks, pulling slightly as he swirls his tongue around the nipple before sucking your areola. The action has your spine tingling. Your other hand grabs onto his shirt, the silky fabric of the cloth letting you easily slide the edge of your nails throughout the expanse of his back, making him shiver on top of you. He moves his mouth onto the other nipple, using his thumb and index finger to pinch the wet, swollen bud.
“Mmm- Ahhhh…Tae.”
The room was getting blurry, the smoke of yearning in your lungs kept your sentient heavy. Taehyung removes himself with a pop and uses his large, supple hands to mold your breasts. His emission was low and stable as he was in buried in concentration at every curve of your figure – every inch being his to sculpt. You were entranced by his dedication, so delicate and agile. He didn’t look like he was in any rush and you were caught off guard. Expecting him to be uncaring and have you in the way he wanted.
But what you didn’t understand is that Taehyung could play both sides equally well. The man is a master at manipulation – always knows how to get what he wants.
“So perfect.” He mumbles.
There was not an ounce of alcohol in his veins, yet as he continued to stare at you, he felt himself getting lost. Taking the tips of his fingers, he glides them down the middle of your chest, loving the way you sighed at his contact. Your body was a work of art, a Gustav Klimt in the midst of so many Wassily Kandinskys. He stops his digits on top of your clothed core, his breath hitching in his throat when he feels how wet you are.
In embarrassment you recoil, closing your legs together. In return he easily props them open with tender vigor shooting his eyes up to meet yours.
“Don’t ever act that way with me.” He warns, placing two fingers above your cunt over your panties, leisurely dragging them up and down, “Not with me, do you understand?”
All that leaves your mouth are whines of his names, the motion of his long digits making you want to close your thighs again for some friction. But you knew better than that now.
“Do you understand?” He says again in the same lazy tone and you almost cry out of frustration. It was torture how slow he was moving yet just as he wants you to, you don’t move an inch.
Forcing yourself to clear your tangled thoughts, you spill out a pathetic plead, “Ye-Ye- ahhh. Yes! Yes! I understand. Pleasssse.”
The way your voice sounded was frightening to you. You’ve been sexually intimate a handful of times, but this was a whole new world. Never in your life did you ever think you were capable of sounding like such a whore. Nonetheless, when Taehyung smiles at you. Oh, when he smiles like you’ve done such a good job.
You would happily become a whore.
He retracts his hand from your center, gazing down at the large wet patch on your underwear. Slowly, he crouches down, sticking out the tip of his tongue in the direction of your crotch. You anticipate, holding your breath as your pussy clenches around nothing. Thinking about Tae tasting you down there had you leaking like a waterfall.
He finally makes contact with your core and you cry out as you feel his muscle move around your folds, the fabric stimulating the bundle of nerves. It was heaven and hell, half of you wanting him to remove the cloth the other half not giving a fuck. Just wanting to cum.
“Tae, Tae, Tae, Tae.” He had you slurring at the bare minimum. If a sober – less excited you was watching you, she’d close her eyes in humiliation. Which is exactly what you do, but instead for a completely different reason as Tae flattens his tongue on you.
He groans at your taste. “So- mmf- sweet. So good.”
Your fingers pull on his hair, as he moves his nose and mouth around your folds, sucking your slit through the fabric.
“Oooh,” You sob “N-no more teasss- inng.”
Exhaling into your crotch, he sits up with a gratified look on his face, orbs glossy and chest heaving like he was high. In the next second, he was hooking his finger in the waistband of your underwear, dragging it down your legs in a slow yet steady motion. Fuck, you wanted to scream at how long he took at doing everything, but you opt to just squirm around in its place. Annoyance covers your lids as he just laughs, throwing his head back with your underwear reaching just below your knees.
After this was over you were going to kill him.
Finally, to your great pleasure, he removes the garment off your body, staring deep into your soul. Making sure you were paying attention, he bites his lip – winking at you with his ethereal features. God made sure to pay special courtesy to Taehyung when shaping him, you were sure of it. How refined the lines of his eyes were, the high structure of his gorgeous cheekbones and arch of his luscious lips. You just knew he took extra care in making this human beyond divine.
When he has you hypnotized under him like he wanted, he brings your panties up to his face, deeply inhaling your scent.
You gasp at the action. Noting taking your eyes off of him as he groans into your underwear and grabs his bulge.
At this point your pussy was spasming around nothing. And the worst part was that he hadn’t even touched you properly.
“Shhh,” He pats your inner thigh as you shake in the bed, rubbing it up and down. “It’s okay.”
“Taehyung, FUCK…please just fuck me Taehyung ple- AHH”
Your voice wandered off as he abruptly shoved his tongue into you once again, this time going inside of you. Taehyung holds down your quivering thighs as he sucks your juices in. His nails dig into the sensitive skin, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Growling at your essence, he moves his tongue to lick along your clit using two fingers to push into your pussy, making you cry out. He expertly scissors your insides, moving his digits apart before curling them and licking harder each time you clamped around them. On the other hand, you were a mess. Your eyeballs rolled into the back of your head and you were sputtering nonsense as Taehyung continued to taste you.
“Yes, Oh my God, yes Tae!”
When you were about to cum, he removes himself, emitting the loudest whine from your throat. Hot tears spill down your cheeks and he wipes them away with his hand.
Putting your leg over his shoulder, he coos, kissing your ankles down to your calves. That’s when he finally unbuckled his pants, dragging them down to his mid-thighs. He takes out his dick, the head red and angry with a bead of precum leaking from the slit. With a grunt, he spits into his hand, stroking himself while eyeing your pretty cunt. With a weak conscious, you observe how his fingers glide through his shaft. Sliding over every vein and artery that has you drooling in delight.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He says in a chillingly sunken voice, pupils no longer well-lit.
“Ummh Taeeee.” You weren’t able to comprehend anything except the fact you wanted to be the one touching his dick.
“Say it.” He says again in the same tone, “Say it or you’re never getting this cock.”
Your eyes widen as you hear him. Before today, you ‘ve never been the one to be into such dirty talk. Possessive talk in it’s owned creeped you out. But the last thing you gave a shit about at the moment were your morals, practically throbbing for him to be inside you. So, with your womanhood screaming at you to answer him, you do.
“YES! Taehyung, I belong to you, only you. Please, please, please just fuck me.”
With a dark smirk and a peck on your lips, he lines the head of his dick with your entrance. Entering you calmly. His mouth hangs open as he inches inside you, observing every ounce of your face. The pleasure, the grimace, the lust. All of this belonged to him.
What you felt first was the contrast of your naked – vulnerable torso, to his fully clothed exterior. Unbeknownst to you, he was making a clear statement by keeping his clothes on. Even though the tight pants attached onto his thigh were uncomfortable, it’s still worth it if you know who’s in charge around here. It didn’t seem like you cared about the power dynamic though as Taehyung filled you to the brim. Definitely not as much as he did.
Moaning, you grab onto his arms, your sweaty palms helping his shirt stick onto you and holding your breath as he settles inside. He gives you a minute to adjust, peppering light kisses on your forehead and cheeks. Some part of him believed that he was just dreaming – maybe this one another one of those hallucinations he had about you since you first entered his life. That was another reason he hated you.
Because at night, when he was completely alone after another day of you being over, he would jerk himself off to thoughts about fucking your tight cunt in front of everyone. Letting all the members know, especially the tallest, that you were his as he thrusted into you from behind on the dorm’s dinner table. What he wouldn’t do to see the look on their faces. You were way tighter than he could ever imagine.
And well, at least one part of his wish came true. As you mumble his name and your muscles relax around him, he gradually takes his dick out, his brows furrowing in ecstasy. Then he slams into you again balls deep, making you scream. He repeats that action, over and over until the bed his practically flying in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Ahh Fuuu- Tae, I’m gonna-” You moan out loud, feeling lightheaded from him moving above you and the mattress moving beneath you.
“Not yet,” He commands, “Hold it for me.”
You sob as he continues to push into you at a rapid pace, his thick girth hollowing out your insides. Every time he would hit your cervix, you let out a small scream wrapping your legs firmer around him. There was no way you were going to last, but you had to. So, you clench your abdominal muscles uncomfortably and just cry your heart out. But it wasn’t working, you could still feel that knot inside your gut. With nothing to focus on you look up at his face, feeling surprised to have his hardened stare on you.
“Tae…” You whine, trailing your eyes down his jaw up to his neck. His choker was trembling around at the force of the movements, the fox charm dangling up and down.
Suddenly it leaves your sight, his tan skin, the choker, his misty orbs and his dick. You barely have time to think as you were turned around in one swift motion, eyes now facing the headboard. Taehyung’s muscular arms hold you up by the waist as he shoves into you once again.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” He repeats with every thrust while you have our jaw hanging open and spit dripping down your chin.
“Tell me who you belong to,” He snarls almost inhumanely, “Say- fuck- who’s bitch you are! Whose whore are you? Who mmh- owns your pretty pussy, huh? Say IT!”
“Oh my God, oh my God, I belong to you, Ahh- I’m yours, your whore…ughhh it’s yours.”
“You’re mine.” He growls before hitting your ass so hard it has you lurching forward and cumming.
Your face lands into the mattress, your cries muffled by the sheets as your body convulses. White spots paint your vision as you feel yourself blackout for a second, air being knocked out of you.
“FUCK!” He roars, still thrusting into you a few more times before he settles all the way inside your tight walls and shoots his cum deep within you.
Taehyung falls down next you, staring at the white ceiling of his apartment. It takes him a while to get himself together, his chest heaving and mind hazy. With a curse, he removes his leather pants off his legs completely and throws them to the side, sighing in relief.
Then he glances at you, who’s heavily breathing in the same position. Face planted on the bed with your ass in the air. He moves his arms around you, gently shifting you over until your back collided with his chest. Running a hand through your hair, he pats your stomach that’s aching from how hard he was gripping it. Kissing over the bite marks at the conjecture between your neck and your shoulder. You whine lowly in thanks at the comfort he was providing your sore muscles.
“You alright?” He asks softly, sounding like a human once again
“I’m great.” You say with a smile as a bit of your energy comes back. Turning on the bed until your face to face with him, you give him a peck on his lips. “That was…”
“Something.” He finishes for you
You laugh, “Yes, something.”
He just stares at you with a grin. An unreadable emotion in his eyes.
“What is it?” You whisper
“Nothing…just your laugh is the most beautiful thing on earth.”
“Oh my God.” You blush as he gives you a boxy smile. So, this is Kim Taehyung of BTS, huh?
“Only laugh for me,” He suddenly says, “You’re mine, after all.”
A strange, uncomfortable feeling washes over you. The words you thought were just bedroom talk making an appearance in the moment after made you mildly lose your smile. It was really weird how he kept making an emphasis on that while fucking you anyway, until you lost yourself and agreed. But those kind of things happen with sex right? It’s normal. However, how are you supposed to deal with them after sex?
Maybe you were making a big deal out of nothing. His face was spirited, so he was just joking around. He’s not serious, you tell yourself…hoping you were correct.
“Sure.” You reply casually, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him to stop him from saying another odd thing. It was going to ruin the mood plus the start of whatever this new thing was between you both.
It works, as he quickly holds onto you securely and licks into your mouth. You focus on how good it feels to caress his tongue with yours, ignoring the part of him repeatedly uttering ‘mine’ into your mouth.
You gasp as you feel his erection on your thigh, moving back to see the smirk on his face as he grabs your sore ass with his palm.
It was going to be a long night.
_
You woke in a sunny room to hear the shower running.
It took you a minute to figure out where you were since you did have a bit to drink last night. That’s why there was a small headache forming behind your eyes. A strumming passing through you the more conscious you become.
You smile.
That’s right, this was Kim Taehyung’s bedroom. The man you just fucked last night. The guy you’ve had a crush on for 4 years now. What a champ you are! With an inhale you sit up, hissing instantly at your sore hips. Boy, did you two fuck last night.
What were you both now? Friends? Lovers? You could never be sure with that Gucci loving kid, but you weren’t too concerned seeing as how you had the rest of the morning to talk about it.
You whine as you rub your bottom, cringing as you think about how awkwardly you’d be strutting for the rest of the day. As you check the time on his digital clock, you thank god today was your day off or else your company would’ve had your head. No class today either, how perfect.
Leisurely exhaling, you decide to get up and maybe join Taehyung in his shower. A smirk rests on your lips. He’d like that, right?
Before you can think any further about getting frisky with the blonde man, you notice your green dress still on the floor.
You gasp.
Yujin!
Looking around the floor you spot your handbag by the corner of the doorway. How did it get there and when did you drop it? In a flash, you rush to pick it up, walking back towards the bed butt-naked as you dig through it. You fish out your phone as you get by the bed. Facing the large window by the nightstand.
Pursing your lips, you open the screen recoiling at how many missed calls there were. Yujin tried calling you two to three times and texted you once. Then you’re guessing she reached out to Namjoon who was blowing up your phone the entire night! With his last call being at 5:17 in the morning.
You wince. Great. Last night you had put your phone on silent because recently a spam call had been terrorizing you. Though, after you stepped out of your front door, you should have made sure to turn the sound back on – for safety reasons, but you completely forgot.
What if you got stuck inside a house with a creep? The thought alone makes you shudder.
Whatever, it’s not that bad. You’ll just let Namjoon know you’re ok. There weren’t any reasons for you to tell him where you were – or who you were with so you’ll just leave that part out. For now.
Unlocking your phone, you click your messages app to send Namjoon a quick ‘I’m good. Had a fun night😉’ You’re concentrated on typing, hearing the little ticks every time you click the screen, which is why you don’t notice the bathroom door opening and steam charging out of it, warming up the room. Taehyung, with a towel hanging around his waist, softly steps close to your figure facing away from him – before he tackles you into a back hug.
It was a sight he could get used to. Your beautiful naked form, lounging around his house covered with his marks. He groaned into your skin. Fuck breakfast, he was ready for the fifth round.
“Oh!” You let out in surprise.
“Good morning.” He says, peppering kissing into your neck and tracing over his lovebites with the tip of his tongue. You shift your head to the side to allow him a better angle.
“Good morning.” You reply back in giggles as you continue typing.
For a moment he just stands there, rocking you back and forth with his large arms wrapped around your waist. When he detects that you’re not paying him any attention, he pouts. Putting his chin on your shoulder to see what was keeping you from him.
“What’re you doing?” He whines in your ear in annoyance
“Oh, Namjoon texted me a few times last night but my phone was on silent,” You should’ve noticed how dark his eyes got, how quickly his smile left him for something else – something more sinister. But you were too distracted typing out a reply to your freaked-out friend.
“I’m just letting him know I’m-”
Suddenly he removes his arms off you and your phone gets snatched away from and you watch it be thrown across the room. Crashing into the wall and making an awful cracking sound. In shock you stare at the place it was thrown at, processing what just happened.
“I’m really sick and tired of Namjoon’s name coming out of your mouth.” Taehyung sneers, getting into your personal space.
There was still nothing registering in your mind as you heard the anger in Taehyung’s voice. You turn around with your brain in a muddled mess. It felt like the alcohol was finally hitting you.
Taehyung stood there in pure, unadulterated rage. He’s been this way with you many times…but this time it’s different. There was something off about the way he towered over you. It rattled your bones, your defense mechanisms kicking in, making you shift your feet towards the exit.
“Wha-”
“You wish it was him, don’t you? You wish he was the one fucking you in the bed for hours! You wanted him to mark you up – make you his pretty little cumslut! You wanted to scream his name as you came for the fourth time! DIDN’T YOU?!”
Spitting into your face, he grabs your cheeks with his oversized hand and let’s his nails dig into your soft skin in a fury. There’s nothing but madness swirling inside his pupils. You set your hands on his wrist, trying to pull him off. It was fruitless as he didn’t budge, just continued to fan your face with hot, weighty breaths. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your heartbeat accelerated. In that moment all you could think about was getting away from the blonde.
With the last exert of your strength, you somehow you manage to push him away from you. As soon as you do, your palm makes contact with the taller man’s cheek. The sound echoes throughout the room, making you back away from him even further. Slowly his skin becomes rosy, an ugly handprint forming across his cheek as he raises his head back up to look at you. You emit a gasp, the tears from before pouring out your sockets.
There was absolutely nothing in his eyes – in his face. No pain, no anger…there was absolutely no emotion. You were frightened by his sudden cold exterior. It was as if he was a hollow shell. An empty soul. He seemed…insane.
“You’re crazy.” You mumble, but you knew he heard it.
For a second it feels like there was something that flashed across his eyes. Something akin to pain, but you didn’t care. You needed to get the hell out of here, so you looked away from him and searched the bedroom. Grabbing your purse, you pick up your dress from the floor and ran to where he threw your phone. Picking it up, you open it to see that’s still working with just a small fracture on the bottom edge of the screen. You’ve never been more thankful for having a phone case. With that you quickly run out of the room, not caring about your undergarments.
In the hallway, you haphazardly throw on your dress while sniffling. The apartment no longer entranced you, instead you felt suffocated and frightened. He…wouldn’t run after you would he. God, please no. Grabbing your phone, you hesitate whether to call Namjoon…but somehow decide against it. The one thought in your mind was to get away from this place – get away from him. You flinch as you think you hear Taehyung call out your name and rush towards and out the door, not waiting for what he had to say.
Not looking back.
_
Taehyung was a mess.
It had been a few weeks since your abrupt departure and he couldn’t get you out of his head.
Actually, he hasn’t gotten you out of his head since he first saw you, but this time it was worse. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see your teary face and the absolute disgust for him swimming in your irises. It hurt him so much. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was the day he finally held you in his arms just for you to run off.
Because of his terrible health habits, he had been looking extremely tired for the past few days. His face was molded into permanent indifference, a pathetically downcast expression on his lips. He knew the fans had noticed, a couple of them made fanclub posts about it. But he honestly couldn’t find it within him to give a fuck. His manager and the members had all been worried for him – asked him if something’s wrong multiple times but he continued to brush them off. For some reason he found it difficult to communicate with anyone that wasn’t you at the moment.
And you definitely weren’t around. So where does that leave him?
Taehyung wondered if you’ve been doing well, compared to him. Since you wouldn’t want to see him, he hasn’t tried to go visit you. Even though he was dying to see you – basically killing himself – he just couldn’t do that to you. Instead he texted you a bunch of times, tried to call you in numerous ways and even asked Namjoon of your whereabouts daily. All he wanted to tell you was that he was willing to change for you, only if that’d get you to come back to him. There was a lot he would do if it meant you would look at him again. Yet nothing came of it, not even Namjoon could get ahold of you.
He resorted to desperate measures to remove you from his mind. Tried to hook-up with other girls, tried to drink the loneliness away, tried hanging out with A-list celebrities – people way more important than a mere college student could ever be. None of that came close to filling the void left in his heart, no drink or famous person could touch his soul. The other girls didn’t compare to you, hell – he couldn’t even get it up with them! Soon there’d be an article in some C-grade gossip column about how Kim Taehyung of BTS was sexually impotent, he just knew it.
All of his methods didn’t do anything but get him into trouble from his company.
With nothing to take out his frustration on, Taehyung began to utilize what secular part of you you left behind. Your panties. Every night, drunk and alone in his bedroom – he would stuff your delicates into his mouth, stroke himself in harsh paces and imagine fucking the daylights out of you while crying out into his dark apartment. Other times he would wrap the fabric around his shaft, gently stroking his dick until he came by thinking about making sweet love to you. Your soft hair, the glow of your plump lips, your wet folds. He really missed you. It made him a mess.
This is all your fault! See, this is exactly why he hated you. Because you found a way to entrap him into your little game and now he was obsessed with you. You! Who didn’t even care! That one night meant everything to him and you had just disappeared like it was nothing. A simple bump in the road. Taehyung was mentally exhausted.
That’s why as he was performing their newest song – some EDM track that had a difficult dance attached to it, he was making so many mistakes that he wasn’t able to count them anymore. Because of him, the course of the movements had fallen apart and none of the members seemed to be doing as well as they practiced. He just didn’t have the ability to concentrate; the bright stage lights and the overwhelming atmosphere couldn’t bring him back to reality. Instead made him dizzy the more he moved around. The members were trying hard to make up for most of his errors, especially Jungkook who was performing some of his parts for him. Even in front of millions of fangirls all he could think about was you.
Namjoon was glaring at him through the whole performance. The older man only smiling once it was his solo part in front of the camera. He ignored most of it, but it still made him a tad furious. After all, Namjoon was the reason he was in this predicament.
As soon as the performance ends, Taehyung rushes off the stage while the others chat with their fans for a bit. Everyone behind him makes a fuss, angry and sad chants from both the crowd and his members annoy him. Backstage he continues pushing past the staff and the managers coming scold him. All he wanted to do was get a drink of water.
When he gets in the waiting room, he sighs in relief to find it empty. The senior stylists must’ve head up stage to retouch the member’s makeup in case of another retake. He walks to the table filled with refreshments, grabbing the nearest water bottle and twisting the cap open carelessly.
The cap falls to the ground but he just proceeds to drink the cool liquid and drown out his tension. As he’s halfway through, he hears another presence’s shoes stepped into the room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
It’s Namjoon.
Well, maybe Taehyung should’ve expected this. He was the leader and all. Namjoon had no choice but to make sure the members performed without trouble. Or he’d be the one to get it.
“What do you mean?” Taehyung replies nonchalantly. Going back to drinking his water as Namjoon steps up close to him, the man’s musk filling up the room.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Listen, if you’re talking about the performance- I’ve just been having a hard time lately an-”
“That’s not what I mean,” Namjoon growls making Taehyung glance at him for the first time since he came in. “I’m not stupid Tae, you’re acting up around the same time ___ refuses to answer any of my calls. Something she’s never done before.”
He looks towards the floor for a second before looking back up at the blonde with wide, angry eyes.
“Did…Did you do something to her?”
Taehyung tries to keep his cool. It was hard to do that with your name coming out of the elder’s mouth. Even though he tries to be level-headed, he can’t help the mocking sneer that breaks past his lips.
“I slept with her.” Taehyung says, subtly trying to mark his territory
In an instant, Namjoon is upon him. Grabbing his collar and pushing him against the wall, where his head collided hard with the off-white cement. Making him wince.
“YOU BASTARD. I swear to God if you’re just taking advantage of her-”
“STOP TALKING LIKE THAT. LIKE YOU OWN HER.” Taehyung spits back, “She belongs to me, she’s mine.”
For a second, he thinks he’s won as Namjoon loosens his grip on his collar and stares into his orbs in bewilderment. A small smirk presents itself on his face at his victory, before the irritation in Namjoon’s face comes back, as he grits his teeth.
“You think you’re special just because you made her cum?” Namjoon says in a low, steady tone of voice
Taehyung’s smile falls
“You’re late but…welcome to the club.” Namjoon lets out his own cocky smile directed at the younger, watching the way his eyes widen almost dramatically.
Namjoon lets go of his collar, scoffing before walking away from the man. He knew he was being a bit childish and you’d probably kill him if you ever found out about this but he was too pumped up to care at the moment.
As he gets to the end of the room, he stops and places his hand on the wall by the entryway.
“By the way,” He peeks over his shoulder “Get it together out there. We’re doing another take in 5.”
With that he leaves the room.
Taehyung stands there, staring at the spot where Namjoon once stood with inexplicable emotions.
Even though Namjoon has supposedly won this conversation, what he failed to acknowledge was the absolute fury in Taehyung’s eyes.
Pure rage flowed through his veins as Namjoon’s words replayed over and over in his head. Did he just imply that he…slept with you? That he got to taste your sweet cunt? That he ran his fingers over the expanse of your silky skin? He got to fill you to the brim – got to mark you up with his pretty littles stars?
That he touched what belonged to Taehyung?
He roars in agony, throwing his water and flipping over a table of refreshments. Everything clatters and bangs until he’s left observing the mess littering the floor. His breathing is uneven as his pupils become unfocused. The whole room was suddenly spinning and he stumbles in place for a bit as he feels like the walls are closing in on him. Grabbing his forehead, he blocks his vision with his clothed arms.
He touched something of his, he sullied his property and Taehyung couldn’t stand it. In the middle of his havoc, it hits him like a ton of bricks. What kind of a man had he become in the present years? Is this the values his father instilled in him? Is this how he’ll waste his blood, sweat and tears? In the large waiting room, it felt as if the temperature dropped below freezing as Taehyung straightened himself out - holding onto his dignity with a new-found cause.
He wasn’t going to let the elder get away with this. He couldn’t. His face was vacant, his throat dry and his orbs deadpan. A horrid idea formulating behind his cold facade.
No…he has to pay. Namjoon’s going to regret ever breathing in your direction when he’s done dealing with Taehyung’s wrath.
Everyone needed to know that Taehyung doesn’t share what’s rightfully his.
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Namjoon sighed and stretched his sore tendons as he gazed into the deep blue night.
Everything was a clutter in his life. You wouldn’t pick up his phone or answer his texts. He knew how much he relied on you over the past few years and you always delivered, but this time you went off the grid. Telling him you need some time alone for now. Taehyung, on the other hand was acting like a complete fool. They hadn’t talked since their little ‘run in’ a few days ago with Taehyung missing from the dorms all night. And for the first time since their debut, the members all seemed on guard with one another.
It was silent chaos.
He was just tired, honestly. Sometimes he wishes he could rest his aching muscles, hibernate like a bear and not wake up for a month or two. The leader always has it the worst. Some sunbaes and colleagues have mentioned that to him multiple times and he agrees. Having to keep the group together and remind these fucks that it was literally their job to act professional. If thousands of construction workers can work almost 50 hours a week and still manage to earn less than thirty grand a year, he really didn’t see how a bunch of rich idols on stage could have this much trouble performing properly.
It’s literally the least they could do.
Taehyung had always been sort of a brat. His parents favored him the most, so he’s been spoiled since birth. Once he decides something was his, there was no turning back. Maybe Namjoon would sympathize with him more if he calmly spoke about his possessive issues rather than shout the head off anyone who touched anything of his.
And now he had slept with you.
Shit. This was the worst part. Namjoon knew how Taehyung got around lovers. Rather than humans, they became solely his property – for his own pleasure and needs. He dreaded to think that would become your fate as well, so out of slight childishness he might’ve revealed to Taehyung about that one mutual masturbation memory. Although vaguely.
It honestly meant nothing, he was just trying to protect his oldest friend. He thought if maybe Taehyung found out you were ‘tainted’ by him, he would back off. There would be no interest in him for you any longer, so he wouldn’t dare treat you like an object.
At least that’s what he was shooting for.
With a heavy breath, he stands up off the bench pressed into the grassy roots of the lake’s shore. He peered off into the distance, the serene blue water and faint frog croaks made him break out into a dimpled smile. This was his favorite place. Like Taehyung, everyone has something they dislike sharing right?
For him it was this lake. It was his secret spot. Whenever his mind got too crowded and even breathing gave him a headache, he would come here and watch his worries disappear down into the clear water for a while. The lake always reminded him that he was small, that his tensions and problems were all too small compared to the big wide universe.
It made him think. Perhaps he overreacted and lost his cool there for a second. If Taehyung wanted to date you, it’s not his business to meddle in. You were a grown woman – no matter how young you’d stay in his heart – you could take care of yourself. He’s watched you grow from a tiny snot-nosed girl into a bright young lady with a sharp mind and tender soul. He should trust you.
And Taehyung. Wide-eyed, boxy smiled Taehyung was his brother. A man he’s shared much laughter and tears with, a man he’s shared a room with. These years were never easy, but the blonde always knew how to make Namjoon’s day a tad brighter. He should trust Taehyung.
You were his family, after all.
With a new-found mindset, he smiles, turning away from the water to come home to both of you. He begins walking on the grassy path, which led into the trees. It was an especially dark night, there was only so much he could squint and see. The parking lot was located on the other side of the road, as the lake area was surrounded by large oak trees.
There weren’t many people that came here on a Sunday at midnight, which is why it was his favorite time to roam around the area. Some people would mistake it as abandoned with how there were no street lights or rest areas nearby.
As he treads by the trees, he thinks he hears someone stepping on a twig behind him. He stops, turning around into the black forest anxiously. It was too dark to see, so he quiets his breathing, trying to hear any sounds lurking in the branches. A soft wind blows in his face as he can feel himself turning pale.
Nothing. There was no sign of any life.
Even though he’s kind of frightened, he reasons with himself. Animals like squirrels or ducks surround the lake and any one of them could be roaming about. Right?
…But what kind of a squirrel wanders about at 12:34 AM?
Turning back around, he quickens his steps. Ready to get the hell out of here. Because he just watched a horror movie last night, his mind was racing with crazy scenarios.
What if a serial killer roams this lake at this time of night? And he just happens to stumble upon an idiot named Namjoon – or should he say his NEW VICTIM? Who knows what really is beneath that deep murky water? A monster who scours the premises for fresh meat?
Why didn’t he think of any of these issues that could occur with going into a basically deserted side of the city – with a great spot for hiding bodies, let’s point that out – in the middle of the night, beforehand?
When he makes it to the road clearing, he almost cries out of relief. He slows his pace, twisting his body back towards the forest to make sure no one was following him. As his shoes hit the gravel, he can hear himself starting to breathe again. It was still too dark to see, but at least there were no large pieces of bark obstructing his vision.
He was too focused. Too concentrated on the view in his rear to see where he was going.
Too preoccupied to notice how slow he was walking.
He couldn’t hear the lull of the engine. Instead his breath hitching when he catches the leaves of the shrubs ruffling. Halfway through the road, and still looking back. His throat constricting as he sees the fluffy white egret step out from beyond the horde of bushes behind him. Everything goes in slow motion as the bird’s chirp registers in his mind.
He was just too focused on the place he shouldn’t have been.
So, when he finally looked back on the road to spot the car without headlights, heading towards him with full speed-
It was too late.
_
You had gotten the call an hour ago, and you dropped everything to get to him.
Every single feeling in your leg had left long ago. The muscles in your arms were aching and your voice was hoarse from you wailing in the car. There was an overpowering agony moving throughout your body without consent and you found yourself hyperventilating. As you rush up the stairs – too impatient to wait for an elevator – you trip over a step and catch yourself on your hands, facing the grounds of the stairway.
This isn’t real. This can’t be happening.
You take a moment to catch your breath, getting up and running up the steep steps once again. Letting the sensation of being petrified fuel your adrenaline.
He had called your friend. How he got her number, you don’t know. Too distracted by the message the girl came into your dorm room to tell you.
“Taehyung called me! Namjoon’s hurt. It’s bad – they have him in the secret emergency room at Seoul Hospital-”
You didn’t even wait for her to finish her sentence before you bolted out the door. Through your hysterics and terrible traffic, you somehow managed to make it here in once piece. Thankfully, the media hadn’t been informed yet, everyone keeping the top star’s whereabouts strictly confidential. The nurses were rude when you questioned them about Namjoon’s situation, suspected you as a stalker fan and almost had you kicked out of the hospital until Manager Sejin vouched for you. Sejin was in the lobby, holding half full water bottle and had the biggest bags underneath his eyes.
You pleaded with him, begged him to tell you what was going on, but he just stood there facing the floor. With no time to waste on his futility, you barged into the staircase to find your Namjoon.
This couldn’t happen. You couldn’t lose him. He was your tall and goofy best friend. A clumsy yet handsome older brother. He was your family. Guilt dances across your brain at ignoring him this past week. The timing of this tragedy could not get any worse.
When you finally make it to the emergency surgery floor, you barge in – tripping over your own legs.
As you stand up on wobbly legs, Taehyung’s wide eyes make contact with yours. You run up to him like an insane patient, grabbing his arms.
“W-w-what did the doctor say? How is he? WHAT’S GOING ON.”
“Shh, shh,” Taehyung grabs your arms back, “Calm down, it was a hit and run. Driver got away and a local merchant driving by found him on the road. The surgeon’s in there right now. He’ll let us know how he is in a while. Shh.”
With his words you finally allow yourself to breath gain. Loud cries leave your lips as you clench your eyes shut. Taehyung pats your head, trying to calm your down.
Rubbing your teary eyes, you look around the empty waiting room in confusion.
“Where are the others?”
“I sent the members home, they’ve been up all day. They were reluctant but I told them I’d stay behind no matter how long it takes. His parents are catching the next available flight. They’ll be here by tomorrow morning.”
You steady your exhales as you listen to him speak, “Why didn’t you call me sooner?”
“I did. You didn’t pick up. I had to somehow find Yujin’s number and tell her to tell you.” He states calmly
His maturity in this whole situation embarrasses you. Why had you been acting like such a brat to everyone in the past couple of days? Ignoring texts and phone calls. Cutting off contact with your best friend. Just because of a small misunderstanding between you and Taehyung. What was wrong with you?
“Taehyung…I’m sorr-”
The door of the surgery room opens, making your words hang in midair. The doctor comes out looking tired, removing his face masks and gloves in the entranceway. Letting go of Taehyung, you rush up to him.
“Doctor, h-how is he?”
Taehyung tsks under his breath as you leave his side immediately for news on Namjoon. A dark cloud gathers around his head as his eyes pierce the place you once stood with hate. He turns around carefully, masking his malevolent expression with that of worry.
Years of idol training had paid off well.
“He’s fine for now,” The doctor states in exhaustion, “He was hurt pretty badly, the back of his cranium had fractured slightly, and he broke his left arm and four ribs. We’ve managed to stitch up most of his open wounds but there was a lot of internal bleeding. We’ll have to wait through the night for signs of his progress.”
The doctor pats your shoulder, before walking around you towards the end of the hall. You stand there in shock for a couple of seconds before turning around to face Taehyung. All it takes is for you to see the pain in his pupils before you run into his arms, holding him in a tight grasp.
You cry into his chest as Taehyung wraps himself around you and continues to pat your head.
“Shhh, he’ll be okay. It’ll be alright.” Taehyung coos into your hair, as your tears soaked through his shirt.
What you don’t know is about the wicked smirk gracing his features as he stares a hole through the door of the room that contained Namjoon. His plan had gone way better than he had hoped, and you were finally here beside him once again.
He has to admit, he was scared of getting caught. Who else would have known about his location except his previous roommate who’s he’s shared drunken secrets with. But he knew there was no way Namjoon had seen anything in that dark road and he knows no one would suspect him, his own brother, for trying to kill Namjoon. He was restless all morning, even skipped breakfast and for what? Everything went perfect.
Taehyung smothers your trembling form, running his hands up and down your back for comfort.
He wasn’t sure what he was going to do now. Should he wait for Namjoon to die? Maybe help him along the way? Or should he let him live and let this be a lesson to him?
Backing up, he cups your face in his hands. You were broken, continuing to weep as you settled into his fingers. Kissing your forehead, he rubs his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away all the tears.
Well, whatever he decides to do can wait. Right now, your being nearby was all that mattered. In the end Taehyung wonders if he’s ever hated you. I mean, how was he supposed to know the one he hated was the man he shared a table with? The man who he shared a bed with out of scarcity? Maybe, subconsciously Taehyung hated sharing with the taller man at all. So much so, that all the distribution piled up in his mind until he could no longer stand it.
Maybe he hated how Namjoon took advantage of your generosity, knowing you were a busybody with a help everyone mentality painted across your forehead. He hated how many hours you spent talking to him. Going on and on about God knows what. And he absolutely despised how much time he got to spend with you on an average basis.
Maybe sleeping with you was just the last straw. He was done giving Namjoon anymore chances.
“Taehyung…stay with me tonight.” You whimper to him and he can’t tell those doll eyes no.
They’re his doll’s eyes, aren’t they?
“Of course, baby.” He replies in a low voice, smiling as you hug him once again.
It was all starting to make sense now. Namjoon was fighting for his life while you were holding onto Taehyung for dear life. This is karma for trying to take what belongs to him. Because at the end of the day, everyone knows Taehyung doesn’t give away his possessions. That he protects his property in his own twisted way.
He can’t help but think this is what the older man deserves – this that Taehyung shall refer to as Namjoon’s fair share.
After all, Taehyung hated him for many reasons.
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the heart is deceiving pt 4
BLOO
genre: angst, fluff, smut
word count: 1.7k
coming back to this fic after monthsss made me realize how shit and cringe it is and oh my god, you all deserve much better writing. yuck. HOWEVER, i will keep posting it until it's finished ( since id already written the whole thing ) because i do kind of like the ending sooo
pls stay w me cause im working on a sik k friends to lovers au and i know it's gonna be way better than whatever the hell this is...
clubbing really takes a toll on you, physically and mentally. i didn't even drink but i managed to have a headache by the night. i stumbled through the crowd, approaching the counter and slumping down in the seat. the bartender asked if i needed anything and i only ordered some water. she left to get it.
my phone buzzed with a text from my dad, saying he might not be home tonight because of work. "oooh, that's exciting," said daniel, glancing at the text and sliding into the seat next to mine. he asked the bartender for something that sounded pretty intense and i gulped down my water.
"live a little," daniel urged, offering me the dark liquid but i shook my head. "ugh, you're so annoying and uptight." i rolled my eyes.
"thanks. that's sweet."
"kiss me."
"no."
"why?" daniel asked, pouting.
"cause you're drunk as fuck and i hate the taste," i told him, trying to walk away but daniel grabbed my hand, turning me around. i pulled my arm away from him with a frown. "will you stop following me around like a lost puppy?"
"i get worried when you're not with me."
"yeah, i know," i said, reaching for my phone and showing it him. "you probably can't read but you know what says? 17 missed calls and 51 unread messages..." daniel grinned sheepishly but i wasn't finding it funny. "i was right next to you, daniel... i get that's it kinda dark in here but there's no way you could have missed me."
daniel stuck out his bottom lip. "i just didn't want you to get lost, that's all. there's lots of creepy dudes here, they'll pick up anything with boobs." i groaned.
"stop. this isn't funny, it's an obsession and i don't like it."
i tried to leave again and again daniel tried to pull me back but this time jojo got in between us, noticing the tension. "what the hell is going on here?" she asked, her voice trembling like she had just finished crying. i looked at her. her eyeliner was slightly smudged which gave me the answer right away.
"she won't let me love her," daniel whined.
"you only love me when you're drunk," i murmured and then jojo convinced daniel to go away for little while which he finally complied. the two of us sat on the curb outside the club, just on the sidewalk where we could still here the muffled sound of the music inside.
"what's wrong?" i asked her. she's usually the one comforting me and giving advice, so it was strange to be switching roles.
"boys are so complicated," she answered, blowing a puff of smoke into the dark of the night. "were you the one who gave my number to jinyoung?"
i nodded. "i'm sorry if i wasn't supposed to... i thought he was cute and you're cute and things could maybe..."
"it's not that," said jojo, taking a swig of the bottle she was holding. "did you know he loves me? he told me that."
"i just assumed..." i shrugged. jojo buried her face in her hands and i furrowed my brows. "jojo... you don't have to cry about it. you can choose the man you like... it doesn't have to be either."
she sniffed, looking up and wiping her tears. "i know... i just feel so bad. i just like to fuck around and stuff but what if i'm actually catching feelings? nick called me babe.... what's it like to be in a relationship?"
i chuckled. "it's not all that... trust me, i feel like i'm not even in a proper one." we both laughed a little and the air felt lighter. "what are you going to do?"
jojo shrugged. "what i always do... nothing. besides i'm receiving clout from hanging out with these rappers so," she laughed and the smell of cigarettes just filled my nostrils. "why do i have to be so hot that boys are just tripping over themselves for me?" we talked for a little bit about how boys suck but also about which ones we'd smash because they can be fine sometimes too.
"it's fun when you're around," jojo told me with a smile. "daniel really bought out the wild side of you." i nodded and jojo leaned over, pressing her chapped lips against mine for a fleeting second before pulling away.
"heyyyy, is it too late for a show?" daniel chuckled, walking over to us. "oh come on, keep going, don't mind me."
"you're disgusting," jojo said, shaking her head and shoving him as he tried to put his arm around both of our shoulders.
"i gotta go home anyway," i informed the both of them. "my head hurts and we got school... i haven't finished homework yet."
"good luck with that," said jojo, brushing off her jeans and walking back into the club after ruffling me and daniel's hair.
daniel rested his head on my shoulder. "i can drop you home." i sighed.
"you're too drunk to drive."
"we can test our limits."
i ended up driving myself home in daniel's car while he blasted music and sang the lyrics out loud. then, i let him inside my house even though i told myself i wouldn't when we first got into the car. it was my foolish self who held his hand all the way to my bedroom and lied in bed with him until we let our bodies do the talking and our sounds created music in the silence of the night. i slept knowing he was right beside me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his bare chest slowly rising and falling to the rhythm of his beating heart. he was safe and i was safe and we were each other's for the night.
***
"honey, are you decent, can i come in?" dad's knocking the door woke me up with a start. i quickly sat upright and shook daniel awake who just groaned.
"um yeah, one second." i pushed him off the bed and his eyes shot open, about to complain but i hushed him, ushering him to get under the mattress which he obeyed. "come in!"
dad opened the door and i tried not to look nervous at all. "sorry i wasn't here last night." i didn't reply cause it was usual. "but i made breakfast for you and i wanted to tell you to have a good sunday before i leave to run some errands."
i smiled. that was the first time he'd said something like that. "okay daddy, i love you."
"i love you too baby."
when dad finally left, i let daniel come out of hiding. he clutched his head and i had to get him some tylenol and water before i let him eat breakfast with me. "did something happen last night?" he asked, eagerly digging into the pancakes. "cause you never allow me in your room and i just woke up in your bed."
i shrugged with a sly smile. "oops?"
"well, whatever it was, i'm sure it was good."
"do you not remember anything?"
daniel shook his head. "nope." good, i thought, breathing out a sigh of relief. i was a major bitch to him last night - understandably. but i hoped it was something of the past that wouldn't ruin anything.
"i wish i could stay with you but i have to go to the studio today," daniel informed me while putting his clothes on. "jinyoung's like... totally diligent and he may be my friend but he's also my manager so."
i giggled. "yeah, i get it." i handed him a water bottle to drink on the way back and he kissed my lips very gently. "i'll miss you."
"you can see me tonight. there's another party, i can pick you up."
"no, i have homework to do today."
"righttt, you're still in school." daniel chuckled, pulling his shoes on. "sexy schoolgirl." i rolled my eyes and kissed him once again at the doorway. i lowkey didn't want him to leave because i spent most of my weekend with him already and didn't want to be alone again.
"i'll visit you tonight... at your window."
i was glad he left me with those words because it gave me something to look forward to tonight. i didn't go out at all that day. jojo came over and we did our homework together and we never usually did something like that but i enjoyed it.
she showed me her texts with jinyoung which we squealed over because i never realized how smoking hot he was until then. besides, he was good at flirting, just like daniel.
when jojo left after eating dinner (which was thai takeout), i felt that loneliness again. no one was home but me so i decided to watch tv and maybe study for my next exam. life is quite boring like this but at least daniel would visit me tonight after the party.
i waited and waited and waited. he didn't show up. i called him a bunch of times but he didn't pick up. obviously he was partying too hard but i just wished he hadn't promised me something if he couldn't pull through.
i sighed and lied in bed, still waiting. but he didn't come so i ended up falling asleep.
about 3am in the morning, my phone buzzed beside me. i groggily answered it. if the caller had been anyone other than daniel i wouldn't have. "hello?"
"babe?"
"hmm?"
i heard daniel breathe out on the other end. "sorry for leaving you hanging..."
"it's okay," i murmured, too sleepy to say anything else or to guilt trip him. "i guess you drank too much at the party."
there was a pause. "no... i actually didn't go to the party."
"seriously?" i giggled sleepily. "that's hard to believe."
"yeahhh... i didn't feel up to it," daniel chuckled quietly on the other end. i felt my mind wander but then it was bought back. "i wanna sing my song to you."
"go ahead," i whispered, holding the phone close to my face as i closed my eyes. the song started with something like "you're my downtown baby" and i couldn't remember the rest. i was too focused on how soothing his voice sounded over the phone while he sang.
after a couple minutes. "baby... are you still awake?"
"mhm," i replied. it felt like my mind was asleep but daniel's voice could keep me up all night long.
"i'm moving back to korea."
#khh#khiphop#khiphop imagines#khiphop scenarios#khiphop scenario#bloo#bloo imagines#mkit rain bloo#bloo scenarios#bloo scenario#mkit rain#nafla#loopy
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15X11 Commentary
I’M AN ASSHOLE THAT FORGOT I STILL HAD THIS EPISODE TO FINISH LOL.
Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)
@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)
@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)
@waywardbaby (Zee)
@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)
Nat: 3
Nat: 2
Nat: 1
Nat: go
Giulia: lol that tapping tho
Zee: The hissing again
Giulia: Didn t need the hiss
Nat: All good thing must come to an end
Nat: Ew
Giulia: This song tho
Nat: "Big Sam left Seattle"
Zee: He’s too mousy
Giulia: DADDY
Zee: Oh the snacc
Zee: Tf?
Nat: Ah
Giulia: AAAH JEEZ
Nat: Yum
Giulia: he had to have that deep voice. Damn
Nat: Who dat
Zee: Of course
Giulia: Yummy
Giulia: I hope the Winchester won’t kill him
Giulia: Wow
Zee: Ouch
Zee: Welcome
Giulia: MY BABY
Nat: Ah the other daddy
Giulia: LOVE HIM
Zee: When did his voice get so deep?
Nat: snorts, they really went right
Giulia: WHY DIDN T THEY USE THE PHONE
Zee: Silent mode
Nat: SILENT MODE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION. I AGREE
Giulia: what a dad
Zee: Old school bitches
Nat: That smolder
Giulia: Change your diet
Zee: Damn. Does he really sound that deep?
Giulia: Jensen doesn t
Nat: Jensen doesn't but he does have a loud voice
Giulia: Compensating for last time’s kick
Giulia: HEWWO
Giulia: Agent Watts
Nat: Working a Case in Alaska
Giulia: Lizzo
Nat: I'm too old for this shit
Zee: Jack
Giulia: AAAAAH BB
Nat: WHAT
Giulia: AWE BABE
Nat: BABY
Giulia: AWE
Giulia: DON T
Giulia: MY HEART
Giulia: THAT FUCKING UGH
Giulia: WOW
Nat: LOL
Zee: Stop shouting y’all
Nat: WE'RE ON A BUDGET
Giulia: wow
Nat: Two forks
Nat: awe
Zee: Awe poor babies
Giulia: Snort he’s lactose intolerant
Nat: I feel you Dean
Zee: Nuts is good
Giulia: Nuts is good
Giulia: Yeah
Nat: NUTS IS GOOD
Zee: He should shut his face
Giulia: Yeah you are
Giulia: THAT POUT
Nat: Sort of an accident. Yeah
Giulia: DEAN CONTROL YOUR FACE
Giulia: sounds like a job for them
Nat: OH NO
Giulia: OH UH
Zee: He’s so done
Giulia: aaah not ready for cas reaction
Nat: CAS IS DONE
Giulia: AAAAH
Zee: I mean you can stab him but not baby
Zee: Oh shit
Nat: WHAT
Giulia: AW JACK
Nat: NO
Giulia: I DON T UNDERSTAND
Nat: WHY
Giulia: oh ok
Zee: A heart?
Nat: NO
Nat: JACK BB
Giulia: Lol those bar are always the same tho
Zee: Tf is that coin ?
Nat: Winchesters are broke
Zee: Two waters
Giulia: Waters
Nat: Two waters
Nat: PAX
Zee: Pax
Giulia: PAX
Nat: PAX THE SNAXX
Giulia: TO THE MAXX
Giulia: look at him
Nat: so deep
Zee: What she said
Giulia: He’s getting me distracted
Nat: touch it
Zee: Touch it
Giulia: TOUCH IT
Nat: i'd love to
Giulia: don t mind if I do
Giulia: Average
Zee: Control your fucking lips
Nat: lol of course "keep playing"
Zee: Is this the deep voice ep?
Nat: It's probably a criteria to be cast
Giulia: Can he stop with his hands
Nat: I know
Giulia: When he was 4
Nat: Swinging clubs before you were born snorts
Zee: Between naps and snacks
Giulia: The triangle right
Nat: you saw it too. THANK GOD
Giulia: of course.
My eyes went : ZOOOOOM
still me:
Nat: I swear it was on purpose
Giulia: He’s so strong
Giulia: Oh
Zee: I think I miss important
Nat: What
Nat: that fucking smolder
Nat: stop your lips
Giulia: Yeah
Nat: fuck off
Giulia: What she doesn’t say
Nat: oh oh
Giulia: I DON T LIKE IT
Zee: Lots of hands close-ups, I ain’t complaining
Giulia: ah
Giulia: Sam
Nat: Bundles of eggs?
Giulia: Witch hex bags
Giulia: IT’S REALLY NOT
Nat: ah
Zee: Does she really not know ?
Nat: OH, she knows
Giulia: Where is the snac
Zee: should have walked away
Zee: There’s one
Nat: What
Giulia: Ah
Giulia: MY OTHER BABY
Giulia: MURDER BABY
Nat: Wha does Jack want
Giulia: hearts
Zee: But why?
Nat: I'm on a roll
Zee: Sucks you in
Giulia: What he said
Nat: OnE mORe GamE
Giulia: I heard Daddy out of dean’s mouth and im not ok
Zee: I’m dying here
Giulia: NICE
Nat: He's so full of himself
Giulia: KICK MY ASS TOO
Giulia: SO COCKY
Zee: Smack is better
Giulia: NO KICK IT
Nat: oh no
Giulia: AWE
Zee: Rodeo
Giulia: are we spending this whole ep with jazz music and pool
Nat: Sam so proud
Zee: Hell of an ep
Giulia: Stop that tongue
Nat: Apparently not
Nat: OH shit
Nat: He ded
Zee: The crinkles
Zee: I’m dead
Giulia: Dean will be happy
Nat: Dean won't like this. He just involuntarily killed a man
Giulia: Yup
Zee: Great
Nat: shit
Giulia: Yup
Giulia: Awe Sam
Nat: Sam's always so righteous
Giulia: Well he actually doesn’t seem so bummed
Zee: Annoyingly so sometimes
Giulia: Baby treat me right
Giulia: AWE HE GOT IT RIGHT
Nat: No, because he's really set to beat Chuck
Giulia: yeah
Zee: Awe his face
Giulia: SNORT
Nat: Ah Cas showed his badge right?
Giulia: yeah
Nat: Did ya see?
Nat: He was holding it up the wrong way?
Giulia: .
Giulia: PAX
Nat: She's the one who played you, Dean!
Giulia: the fuck he is
Giulia: Dark castiel?
Zee: A what ?
Giulia: With that black trench coat
Zee: I want cas dressed like that
Giulia: He should have had the black trench. In the promo he was
Giulia: Ok but how is Jack alright now
Nat: Billy got work for him
Zee: Hello
Giulia: HEY SNACC
Nat: See. It's her
Giulia: AWE SO YUMMY
Nat: He's bulkier than Dean
Nat: I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE SONS
Giulia: Can I be in that sandwich tho
Nat: A beach read?
Zee: Beach read
Giulia: Beach read
Giulia: Wow
Nat: YES YOU ARE BABY
Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHAH
Nat: TOLSTOY
Giulia: TOLSTOY
Nat: Tell her
Giulia: don t touch sam
Giulia: OF COURSE SAM
Zee: Oh come on
Giulia: HEY STOP THAT
Zee: Thanks for the recap
Giulia: so tired of people hurting my innocent baby ok
Nat: Jack's not afraid because he knows that he's gonna come back
Giulia: Completely innocent
Giulia: U like children
Giulia: Yuck
Giulia: Kill him
Nat: YEAH you fucking pedo
Giulia: AAAAAH
Giulia: DAD
Nat: so billy sends Jack out to kill those
Giulia: NICE
Zee: Dad to the rescue
Giulia: I AM NOT PREPARED
Nat: That eyebrow
Zee: We could use some more light
Giulia: SOB
Nat: Sammy you got this
Giulia: He is so worried
Zee: So focused
Nat: Liver failure... and she looks at Dean lol
Giulia: Liver failure
Zee: THE god
Giulia: Little guy
Giulia: Squirrley as hell
Zee: Welcome to the club
Nat: When you apes climbed down from the trees... aw
Giulia: Thanks
Giulia: Oh this is actually interesting tho
Nat: Get her on board and then go against Chuck
Zee: She knows Chuck
Nat: I mean
Giulia: All the gods
Zee: And when you lose
Nat: Dean lol
Giulia: YAS SAM
Zee: Learnt from my brother
Giulia: No stop it
Nat: NO
Giulia: NO
Zee: There’s always a catch
Nat: DON'T
Giulia: STOP
Zee: They will say yes
Giulia: OF COURSE
Nat: WHY DID KNOW THAT SAM WOULD SAY YES
Giulia: AWE SAM
Giulia: not to the Winchesters
Zee: 15 years
Nat: Ok, but now beat her alright
Giulia: SUCH HEROES
Nat: But like, she fucking lives in a pool hall. What are the odds
Giulia: I ‘m sick of this music and pool tho
Nat: Hate it
Nat: NO
Giulia: Of course
Nat: Are they gonna die
Zee: Fuck
Zee: They can’t yet
Giulia: Thanks
Nat: Ah right, still 9 episodes to go
Nat: Our luck will do that on its own
Giulia: Awe
Nat: Wait what
Zee: She let them out
Giulia: Sob
Zee: Our kind
Nat: Awe
Nat: She helps them
Zee: Make him play yours
Giulia: Make him play yours
Zee: Mojo back
Giulia: Awe are they back to normal
Nat: Awe
Zee: Yes
Nat: Good
Giulia: Dean stuffing his mouth with cheese
Nat: Scratcher
Nat: lol
Zee: Porn
Giulia: Sob
Giulia: What was that high note lol
Nat: Back to back double cheese burgers
Nat: Oh oh
Zee: Wait for it
Nat: Oh oh
Giulia: can t wait for jack
Nat: Oh Oh
Nat: OOOHHHHH
Giulia: SOB
Giulia: HEWWO
Nat: AAAAHHHHHH
Zee: So much hurt
Giulia: AAAAAAAAAAAH
Giulia: SAAAAM
Nat: I didn't think I would cry
Giulia: SOB
Giulia: NO
Giulia: STOP DEANP
Giulia: HE LOOKS AT CAS
Zee: Our son is back
Giulia: SOB
Zee: And you let him?
Nat: every day I wanted to come HOME
Giulia: awe Jack bb
Giulia: Grandfather
Nat: He's afraid of me.
Giulia: YES HE IS
Nat: JACK WILL BECOME THE NEW GOD
Giulia: OF COURSE
Giulia: but they just said that there can’t be no god
Zee: So it won’t be the Winchesters?
Nat: It's plausible that Jack will take over.
Nat: He's not God-god. He's Jack-god.
Nat: Ok, so promo then I need to leave
Giulia: UGH
Giulia: if don’t come I’m dead
Giulia: ...same
Giulia: Snort
Giulia: I need Jesus
Nat: What I say
Zee: March 16!
Zee: Hate it
Nat: Sob
Zee: It’s been established
Giulia: I just wish they could change the finale date
Zee: I mean why do they have to drag it like that?
Giulia: There are festivities or some shit idk
Giulia: The superbowl?
Giulia: Whatever
Zee: Oh that shit is on?
Zee: We have a month and a half to find a solution
Nat: There. He showed it the wrong way first?
Zee: Yeah he did
Zee: Lovely dork
Giulia: Ah shit I was writing here and look after he turned it around
Zee: Me too
Nat: Yes hi hello, this is Pax the Snaxx
Zee: Yes hi hello
Giulia: Fuck
Zee: I didn’t ask for this
Nat: Apparently, I don't care
Zee: Apparently you’re a bitch
Nat: Apparently, he's not been always a snaxx
Nat: Because
Nat: snorts
Giulia: Aaaaand it’s gone
Giulia: I love beards, my god
Zee: So fucking vanilla
Giulia: I can’t taste anything
Giulia: This tho?
....the flavour is amazing
Giulia: Yum
Zee: I can’t complain about this flavor either
Zee: Nat started chaos and now she’s sitting somewhere laughing like the evil bitch she is
Nat: No, like I've seen other pics of him and I will spare it for you. But like in the ep he's a damn fucking main course
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𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊
Who: Hailey Baldwin & Demi Lovato ( @dmetriaadvonne )
Location: Demi’s studio
Time frame: October 17, 2020
Description: Heavy heart? Let music do the talking.
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘: Long blonde locks of hair cascaded down and over the model's shoulders, the air from the open driver's window whipping through Range Rover. Her fingertips tapped on the driver's wheel while she sped down the interstate, singing along to the rap song blasting over her speakers. The last few weeks was packed with photoshoots for Levi's, BareMinerals, and a new magazine issue with Vogue and although she loved working with all of those companies, she wanted some days off. Hailey cleared her schedule for the last remaining weeks in October and with that, she began to clear her mind off of Justin. When they called off the engagement and the wedding, Hailey couldn't wrap her mind around it, she swore this would take months or even years for her to recover from. She spiraled into a never-ending self-sabotage battle with alcohol and manipulating her support circle around her into thinking she was perfectly okay, just a little heartbroken. Demi kept her company during the days when she felt like she couldn't be alone, when her thoughts and darkest hours became too heavy on her chest. But sometimes, it wasn't enough. She needed to forget her pain and her vice quickly became a dangerous game, but Hailey couldn't bring herself to care.
Until he came along... again. Shawn. Ugh, why was her stomach doing flips at the thought of his name? Knock it off. This was so school-girl like of her, yuck! He bought her to her senses, bought Hailey back to her carefree self when she was absolutely adamant that side was gone to the point of no return. The blonde caught herself checking her phone for his messages several times within an hour or less, craving the positive aura and light he bought back to her. She had a lighter skip in her step, smiled easier, and radiated the energy she lost when she was with Justin. Pulling up to the parking lot of the condo where Demi's studio was, Hailey wanted to surprise Demi with her favorite lunch and spend some time with her best friend. Quickly unlocking the door with the key she had, she heard a gorgeous instrumental and peered up. She had been writing poems for the last few weeks, and for some reason.. Hailey felt super inspired.
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈: demi needed her outlet, music; she was being drowed by the PR between her and max and it was becoming unbarable now with him in her life. it made her want to drink more than she should because of the stress of having to carry his dead weight around. with all eyes looking in, she needed to escape which is where she found herself at her studio more than usual. jessie was back or well he was around and it made demi on her toes, he was someone she always wanted but lost touch with her husband after she over dosed. she had wrote so many songs during that two year period, about him about them, about being lonely and finding herself again. her fingers knew what she wanted to play, pressing into the white wood and ivory. demi had her foot on the peddle as she was messing around and had at least the first verse down, but she was having trouble coming up with the rest of the song. her eyes trained back and forth on the keys before closing them slowly and letting her hands do the talking for once, letting herself go.
"I'm a mess and i'm still broken..." she sang slowly as she played. "but i'm finding my way back....." her voice wavered off slowly. her foot and her fingers playing at the same time. "and it feels like someone's stolen..." pausing again with a few chords. "all the light i ever had..." it's the same lyrics she was singing the whole three hours trying to to do more than that. opening her eyes she started the chords over as she pressed into them with her note book splayed up on top of the piano, her scribbles of notes filling it with empty lyrics under it.
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘: The blonde could hear Demi's melodious voice break through the silence of the instrumental, pausing to peer into the small room and was greeted by the sight of Demi losing herself to her music. Leaning her head against the doorframe, Hailey watched her brunette powerhouse of a best friend sing, the lyrics hitting her hard. Hailey felt like it was bringing her back to her darkest times, wanting to shed it off but she had no idea how to. She refrained from taking another step, letting Demi fall into her music but as soon as the lyrics flowed, they stopped.
Watching as Demi replayed the chords, the blonde mustered a small smile and knocked slightly. "Need some help...?" she wondered, walking over and setting the bag down on the small coffee table. Hugging her best friend by wrapping her arms over her shoulders while she remained seated, the model nodded over to the notebook. "What are you writing about?" she asked before finding a seat next to her on the bench.
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈: replaying them it almost was repetitive for the third hour but she couldn't help it honestly, she wanted to write but all that was coming out was the piano right now. hearing the knocking she looked back to see the blonde and a smile spread across her lips. "very much so..how much did you hear?" asking the woman before she still sat there and placed her hands on the womans arms as she hugged her back. she loved having her best friend around and right now she could definately use her help with all of this. "oh god...my overdose...the PR...how i feel in it.." shaking her head gently as she looked over at the woman. "it's making me want to drink more than i do..max...i just want to make a song that says that at the end of the day i'm here, i'm still me...that those things wont consume me.." saying to the blonde.
her head looked towards her notebook before she placed her hands on the piano and started to play the chords all over again. "and all i got is the first verse..which i'm sure you heard" demi laughed lightly as she kept playing. looking over to her best friend she bumped her a bit with her arm as she continued to play. "got anything you wanna say?? write it in the book..i'll keep playing if you wanna..help me write the song??"
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘: The lyrics resonated with Hailey, her teeth digging into her bottom lip in concentration. She wondered if the poem she wrote a few months ago after finding Justin with Sofie would match to Demi's overall message, but held back from searching in her notes on her phone. A light chuckle fell from her lips, shaking her head while she sat beside Demi and glanced down at the piano keys before peering up at her again. Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, she listened intently because she couldn't imagine how Demi felt with the stress she had on her shoulders from the PR stunt to dealing with conquering her own demons. If anything, Hailey admired her strength and how she continued to share her truth without being afraid to fight through them. "And you shouldn't let them consume you.." the blonde confirmed, a proud smile spreading over her lips.
Tilting her head as she remembered the lyrics again, she closed her eyes and nodded when Demi asked for her to help and write the song. "Yeah.. keep playing.. I'm gonna just look through.." she mumbled, picking up her phone to unlock it and scroll through the notes. Tapping on the one she was hunting for, Hailey's fingertips ran over her chin thoughtfully. While the melody played, she hummed along in between the notes. Her eyes looked up at Demi as if to see if she was vibing along and then glanced to the poem on her phone again. "Like the world disappeared... And... I'm laying right here while the silence is piercing," she sang. "And it hurts to breathe..." Pausing, she tilted her head to her best friend as if she had an idea. "I don't have much.. but at least I still... have me?"
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈: demi smiled at her best friend and nodded to her. "i don't plan on it.." she knew hailey was having a hard time with justin still coming into her life, she wished the man would just leave the woman alone, she deserved to be left alone and left to deal with everything without him trying to come in and trying to fuck her up again, she hated it when she saw hailey broken, it broke her heart because the blonde was so pure and loving and that some monster would do this to her. leaning over she kissed her best friends cheek cutily. nodding as hailey said to keep playing, and she did just that.
her head moved slowly as she hummed along with the chords and hailey combined. hearing hailey singing she smiled listening to the lyrics, they were flowing perfect as she needed hailey in on this song writing and lyrically. her fingers kept playing as she was trying to find the words to match to go right after. humming along slowly. "and that's all i need.." thinking quick she came up with the next. "so take my faith but at least i still believe" she sang hard, feeling it. "i still believe! and that's all i need" demi could feel herself getting emotional because honestly all these lyrics and the poem was hitting her. reaching her high notes just by sitting there and playing. repeating the next lyrics from hailey's poem. "i don't have much.. but at least i have me" her fingers kept playing slowly.
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘: The blonde couldn't help but feel insecure about her words, furrowing her brows. She was only writing her thoughts on paper to get her emotions out, she was nowhere close to a songwriter. Now that she was next to Demi, she anxiously peered from her best friend's facial expressions to the piano keys and then back. She was expecting rejection, until... Demi completely ran with it. Hailey smiled shyly, but then admired the strong lyrics that flowed so beautifully. They were both dealing with struggles, but they were overcoming them together even with writing this song. "Wow.." she chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "I love this.. we need this out there..." she sighed.
Peering over at the studio equipment, she reached for Demi's Mac and fiddled around Garage Band.. nodding her head in encouragement to Demi as to tell her to continue to play. "Hold on.. let's add this drum beat.." she murmured, knowing a few tricks from Justin's studio sessions. Matching the speed to Demi's piano notes, she couldn't help but smile to herself while repeating the chorus they created. Tapping her best friend's shoulder excitedly, she kept it playing so they could find the perfect verse to add the drum beat. "Everything around me shattered, all the highs are now just low..." If there was anything she despised about Justin, Hailey couldn't break free from him. He wouldn't leave her alone, first he consumed her texts and now, she had to work hard to keep him out of her mind. "But it doesn't even matter, 'cause I'd rather be alone.." she sang.
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈: demi laughed gently as she looked over at her best friend, she needed this. she NEEDED this with hailey. "start writing this all down..oh it's gonna be out there, and you're gonna be on this record with me, god dammit i didn't know you wrote poems.." she was shocked, impressed all about it when all that emotion came out of the phone she had it written in. the brunette knew she needed this song, this is what she was going through, and seeing hailey letting go and singing, she musician knew the model needed this too. "i want you on this, you need to be on this song with me hails, we can get you a writing alias or put your name i just...i need you on this with me, it's our song" saying to her, being completely serious with her.
seeing the mac being picked up she tilted her head as her hands stilled on the piano. demi watched as hailey nodded to keep going so she started back up again, watching how the blonde knew her way around garage band somewhat, her head nodded saying that she liked the beat along with the piano. "oh yes..okay perfect, i love that" musing. demi hadn't felt this excited about writing with someone else right now and it was thrilling because this was going to be something to them, and she was releasing it no matter what anyone said. not taking no for an answer. listening to the next lyrics hailey was writing now with her voice she was playing and trying to think of the next. the sadness was dripping from hailey's voice as her eyes peered over at her best friend. "all my love disappeared, and i'm laying right here..." taking the part hailey wrote and rewriting the first line of it. "while the silence is piercing and it hurts to breathe" demi kept playing as she looked to the model. "this is fucking me up already" saying with a laugh as she placed her hands over her eyes to clear her head a bit. pulling her book down she wrote the rest of the chords as she leaned her head onto hailey's shoulder as she did this. they were stronger together.
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘: Looking over at the chords and Demi's lyrics, Hailey began piecing together the song in her notes, smiling as it all came together so quickly. Writing was an outlet for her, but it always took the form of being done in a poem. Maybe they weren't so broken. Maybe Hailey didn't need saving, but she could save herself. She could save herself from traveling down a dark path again if she finally accepted that she needed to close her chapter with Justin. He had no significance to her anymore, much like it was crystal clear that the blonde had no significance or importance to Justin. He could no longer steal the light within her to inflict loneliness and darkness. Hailey owed it to herself to finally say goodbye to him, but now.. it will be on her terms. Singing this song with Demi and writing felt so freeing, which is why she nodded eagerly when her best friend mentioned she needed to be on this. "It's our song.." she repeated, confidently.
Watching as Demi sang the next verse, Hailey shot her a playful look as she re-wrote her lyrics but it sounded perfect. Typing it into her phone, she added the chorus afterwards and then peered up with a chuckle when Demi said it was fucking her up already. Nodding in agreement, Hailey turned to look down at the chords Demi wrote into her notebook. "The notes are beautiful..." she admitted, leaning her head on her best friend's. "Hmm.. do we want the drums? I'm thinking the second verse is too early..." she mused, singing the lyrics to herself. "I do love how the hums sound though.."
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈: at the end of the day, demi had herself and that was the only person who was going to be able to repair herself from the damage of her OD still left, the damage max was doing to her, and she needed to repair what she really wanted was with back with her husband for real this time, not sneaking around anymore, she was tired of that. demi needed to heal before she got into all of it and this song was putting it all out. demi was seeing something new in hailey, seeing a confidence in the woman that she hadn't seen in a while. it was radiant, it was strong too. "this is our anthem and we're not letting anyone bring us down"
demi just kept playing her piano as she watched hailey write everything into her phone and she laughed with a nod. "yeah?? i've had the chords, but not much after the first verse..i say the drums yet but maybe once the second chorus comes in, like the piano and the hums build it up and then we bring in the drums" saying as she mused to how this track should be mixed. "i can definitely do some runs too for back vocals..so that will go with the drums and the piano.." she let her hands just dance hovering over the keys. "i would like you to sing back on the chorus if you're up for it?"
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘: Demi’s struggles were not ones to be taken lightly, Hailey learned that through the nights they spent confiding and having heart to hearts whenever they couldn’t sleep or their minds kept one half of the best friends up. She knew the overdose and recovering from it was a difficult journey but then add the PR? Hailey had no idea how Demi powered through, her strength and perseverance was immaculate. Hailey didn’t back down either, even though she needed time to come back around... she was ready to put more work in to make sure she got whatever she deserved when she worked hard enough. She pondered the idea of adding drums later on, as Demi suggested and agreed. It would build up the song, just like they built themselves up to fight again.
“I think that’ll work... we can start mixing today.. I don’t have anywhere to be,” Hailey suggested, shrugging her shoulders. Playing a few random keys while they shot ideas back and forth, Hailey was taken aback when Demi asked for her to sing on the backing vocals. “Me...?” she stammered, furrowing her brows in confusion. Was she sure?? “I can... don’t use too much auto tune on me,” she joked.
𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈: "yeah no lets get this whole track done, lets work on it all night babes..we can get postmates, i'm not leaving till we're done" demi was serious as she rubbed her best friends back slightly as she nodded, it was set, the two were gonna work on this track together. "yes you, there's no one else here.." demi was positive on all of this as she raised an eyebrow at her. "oh my god, i won't use anything.." she laughed as she told hailey to finish the song and repeat the pre chorus and the chorus to finish off the song. the two ordered postmates and coffee as demi and her started fully mixing to lay down the track first before demi could get into the booth and start singing, then she'd layer hailey in.
this three hour dry spell quickly became her favorite day as the two best friends worked on this track. demi would release it soon as she kept telling hailey she would, and she always kept her word. getting up as the two of them shared laughs before demi stepped into the booth and placed the headphones over her ears as she had hailey start the button for playback. slowly history between the two was being made and this was demi's favorite song for many reasons than just one.
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Hide & Seek - Chapter 2
Guess who’s back with part 2 of her fic over a year after posting chapter one? Wow. This is the first bit of writing I’ve done in over 6 months. Its not my best, but I am proud of myself for finishing it. I hope you will check out ch.1&2 to get you in the mood for season 3! Time to work on a Mileven-centric ch. 3!
Part 1 | Read on AO3
"I hate this game."
Will tightened his grip on his wrist as he pulled his legs closer towards himself, hugging them to his body and resting his chin on his knees. He tried to take in a deep breath but it stuck in his throat and he hugged his legs even tighter in an attempt to push the air out, resulting in a quiet strangled cough.
Breathe, Will. It’s not real. You’re okay. Don’t be baby. Calm down.
This inner mantra never worked, but he tried it every time without fail. He pressed his back harder into the tree behind him, almost painfully, in an attempt to focus on something other than the fear.
This forest, its trees and hills, he knew too well. And hiding in this forest was something he was all too skilled at, the act of which was the current reason he was fighting off a panic attack.
Will had hidden in these woods a lot. The most recent time, it was cold and dark, and the air hurt to breathe. He felt permanently damp and chilled to the bone, unable to warm up if he tried. Today, he also felt permanently damp, but from heat instead of cold.
Oh.
It was too hot to be the Upside Down, and now that he looked around, too bright too.
Okay, this is good. Will managed to take in a breath and release it, his shoulders relaxing slightly at the motion. He tried to focus on other things that drew him to the present; the heat of the sun, a bird that flew by, the hard bark of the tree against his back. Will took in another deep breath and focused on releasing the air out his mouth, dropping his forehead to his knees as he breathed in and out, in and out.
The snap of a nearby branch made Will almost jump out of his skin.
“Sorry,” said a voice straining with effort to speak softly. “It’s just me, Will.”
Will peered up to see a curtain of red hair leaning over him. “Oh, hey Max,” he said, trying to steady his shaking voice and hands.
“Are you okay?” Max asked, still leaning over him, her normally piercing blue eyes soft with concern.
Will dusted his hands off on his shorts and rose to stand at her level. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just, you know,” he swallowed roughly, eyes roaming around them, unfocused, “these woods.”
Max’s eyebrows knit together with concern. “Bad memories?” she asked, before immediately wincing. “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I just mean…” She gestured around them awkwardly. “I meant, um…”
Will placed his hand on her arm, stopping her. “It’s okay, Max. Yeah, bad memories.” He tried to smile at her encouragingly. “I’m glad you found me.”
She returned his smile, grateful. “Come on. If we don’t hide quick, Dustin will be finding us next.”
They started walking, silently, Max in the lead. She walked quickly and confidently, Will right behind, finally able to keep in stride with most of his friends now that he had a recent growth spurt. In fact, Will was now tall enough to see the top of her head if he lifted his chin high enough. Max was marching forward with purpose – if she was shaken at all by finding Will in the state he was, she didn’t show it, much to his relief.
If Will had learned anything about Max in the past few months it was that beyond her cool skater girl exterior, she was surprisingly kind and compassionate, but never coddling. It was a welcome break from his mom, brother, and the rest of the Party who meant well and tried their best, but at times made him feel babied nonetheless. He wasn’t sure why her compassion seemed to hit the right mark; perhaps she saw in him the same wounded strength that he recognised in her. Maybe that’s why El found it so easy to be friends with her, too.
Max’s confident strides turned hesitant for a moment and then slowed to a stop. Will nearly walked into her right arm, which she threw out from her side in silent warning. Her head jerked back towards him and she smashed the fingers from her other hand over her mouth in a silent, “shhhh.”
Will froze in place, his eyes scanning the trees around them to see if the jig was up. Max was doing the same, her arm still out and pressed against Will’s chest. Suddenly, Will sucked in his breath as he caught a glimpse of someone behind the tree directly in front of them.
Will nudged Max’s arm, gesturing at the tree, and she sucked in a gasp, too, remaining still as stone as a slender hand braced itself around the tree. They heard low murmuring and then a soft giggle that they both recognised immediately.
Will’s shoulders relaxed. “Mike and El,” he whispered.
Max dropped her arms back to her sides and rolled her eyes. "Better go the other way. Don't want to see anything we can't unsee."
With that, she turned on her heel in the opposite direction, moving away from the giggling at the same quick pace as before. Only once they were a few yards away did she slow down enough that Will could walk beside her.
"Are they always going to be like that?" Max asked, tossing a glance over her shoulder, her hair whipping over her shoulder at the motion.
Her tone surprised him. Normally Max was the one telling the guys to lay off of El and Mike for their couple-y antics, but at this moment she sounded nearly as testy as Dustin was earlier when Lucas ate the last strawberry poptart.
"Like a gooey pile of googly eyes who are all over each other? Yeah. Yeah, I think so." Will smiled slightly. "I think it's kind of cute."
"Seriously?” Max’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. “Yuck."
Will paused, thoughtful. "It is a little much sometimes, yeah. But I'm just really glad they're happy. After last year..." Will swallowed, trailing off. "Mike was really sad before, like I've never seen him. And he just, he deserves to be happy. This happy."
Max didn’t reply, her eyes glued to the grass below them. Will glanced over at her and could tell something was upsetting her. Her shoulders had slumped slightly and she was close to tripping on her feet, the way she was dragging them. He was just opening his mouth to ask what was wrong when he heard someone call his name, freezing him to the spot. Just as a quickly there was a crash, and more yelling.
“Dustin!” Max hissed, starting to run.
Will was hot on her heels as they darted through the trees, weaving deeper and deeper into the forest. His feet seemed to direct him on autopilot, and at last he saw their destination in the distance. “This way,” he called, grabbing her by the wrist and diving headfirst into the felt blanket doors of Castle Byers.
They crashed in a heap on the ground, panting from their sprint. They listened for Dustin’s voice but the only sound other than their own breathing was the call of a crow flying overhead.
“I think…I think we’re safe,” Max said, sighing a breath of relief. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. “I don’t think we’ll be safe here for long. Too obvious.”
“I think we’ll be okay here for a while.” Will scooted over to the pile of blankets that formed a makeshift bed in the corner of the fort. Wiping at sweat on his brow, he sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him. “By the sounds of it, Dustin ate it back there. I hope he’s okay.”
Max smirked and plopped herself down beside Will on the blankets. “Yeah, knowing Dustin he’s probably milking that for all its worth. I love the guy, but he’s pretty dramatic.”
Will smiled despite himself. “Yeah, Dustin can lay it on thick. But he’s also the life of the party. Sometimes I wish I could be more like that.” He picked at a scab on his knee absentmindedly. “Dustin seems to always have a good time even if something’s bothering him. He can make things feel normal, even when they’re weird, you know?”
Max bent forward to retie her loose shoelace. “Yeah. He’s good at that. Must be nice.”
Will tried to read Max’s expression, but her hair was hiding her face. He felt jealous for a moment of her long, red hair – it made her stand out but also was like a wall of protection she hung around her when she wanted to, like she was doing now.
“Max?” Will said, nudging her shoulder with his own. “Is everything okay?”
Max shook her hair even further over her face. “I’m fine. Just…overheated.”
“Okay,” Will said, smoothing his hands on his shorts, before pushing the hair off his face. “Its okay if you’re not, too.”
There was a beat of silence where Will thought he said the wrong thing, but then Max exhaled a massive sigh. The puff of air blew her hair off her face, and she rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “I’m that obvious, huh?”
“Well…you’re not Dustin,” Will shrugged in reply, not wanting to push her further. She hadn’t pushed him to spill when she found him earlier, so it didn’t feel fair for him not to show her the same courtesy. If she wanted to talk, she could, but he wouldn’t force her to – even though he was eager to listen and help.
She fiddled with the yellow scrunchie on her wrist. “Its just that, I don’t know, its stupid, but like, seeing Mike and El today just made me mad. And then you said what you said, and I felt bad.”
Will felt his stomach drop. “I didn’t mean to-”
“No, its okay, Will. I should feel bad. I do.” She looked him in the eye then, and he could see hers were wet with tears. “Its not like Mike and El have had it easy then, or even now. Its just that…I understand now how they must feel. I’m just…I’m so tired of hiding.”
“What do you mean?” Will’s brows furrowed, confused.
“Like, Mike and El had to hide for a long time, I know. But now? Now they can hold hands, and be a couple, and kiss, and he’s at her house all the time. But its not that easy for everyone. Its not that easy for me and Lucas, because…” Max’s face was flushed with anger and embarrassment. “Because Billy, and now Neil.”
“Neil. Like, your dad?”
“My stepdad.” Max ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. “He’s an asshole. He thinks he knows everything and can control everyone. But he can’t.” She set her jaw determinedly, eyes blazing intensely. “I won’t let him control me. Ever.”
It was as though Max’s fierce stare scared the sunlight away. The fort was much darker than before, the air tense and heavy with humidity.
Will squirmed a bit, unsure of whether he should ask Max what she meant or if she would say more. She didn’t speak, though; but the darker atmosphere made Castle Byers feel like a more intimate space for this kind of conversation and gave Will a boost of courage he needed to speak.
“Does Neil not like Lucas?” he asked quietly.
Max rolled her eyes and huffed another sigh. “Neil doesn’t like anybody. I don’t know what my mom was thinking when she married him.” She bit her lip, considering her next words. “He doesn’t like anyone, but…he really doesn’t like Lucas. Or his family. Or any of his ‘kind of people,’” she said, making air quotes with her fingers, cheeks reddening in anger.
“Oh.” Will’s eyes widened in understanding. The Sinclair’s were a welcomed, well-respected family in Hawkins, but there were a few idiots who had no qualms about using racist terms to talk about them or other people of colour in town. The people who spoke like that weren’t held in high regard in most social circles, but still, it happened. Lucas didn’t really talk about it (just like Will didn’t talk about the specific names he got called), but he knew it bothered him.
“Yeah.” Max fiddled with a stray thread on one of the blankets. “I tried to make sure he didn’t know about me and Lucas, because I knew I’d get in deep shit if he found out. But he did. And he was so angry. And he said such horrible things…I had told Lucas not to come to the house…” she trailed off, voice wavering.
Will scratched at a mosquito bite on his neck, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say. Lucas had told him before that he’d only been to Max’s house a few times, and had never even gone inside. Will and the rest of the party had never been to her place at all. He was so used to everyone being at his place, like they had been earlier today, that he hadn’t considered how lonely it would to never have his friends in that part of his life.
Will knew what it was like to not feel safe in your own house, but when it was filled with his friends, with the people he loved, he felt safer. He felt happier, and lighter. His heart felt heavy in his chest when he thought how Max hadn’t experienced that since moving to Hawkins.
“What happened?” he asked.
Max stared at her hands, never once looking up. “Neil saw Lucas and I hugging before he left for camp. Hugging! He lost his mind. I told Lucas to get out of there, fast. When I got inside, he yelled at me. Grounded me, smashed my supercom,” she hugged her knees even tighter. “Then he told me, ‘I should do something about this, but I won’t. I don’t have to.’” She trembled a bit, her nails digging into her wrist. “He said that bad things happen to guys like Lucas when they go out with girls like me. He said that soon enough, someone would see us together and ‘put Lucas in his place.’”
Will’s heart was pounding in his chest, horrified at what she was saying. He thought Max’s family didn’t like Lucas, but he hadn’t considered that Lucas could be in danger because of them.
“He said more. I just can’t even say it.” Tears ran down her cheeks now, but she ignored them. “Since then its all I can think about when Lucas and I are out together. What if someone bad sees us? What if someone hurts him, just because he’s with me?”
Will scrambled to wrap his arm around her, pulling her towards his side, and she collapsed into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She was still crying – he could feel the tears on his t-shirt. His mind was racing. He wished he knew what to say, how to help, how to reassure her that it would be okay. But the thing was, he didn’t know that it would be okay.
“Does Lucas know about this?” It broke his heart to see Max so upset. He knew Lucas would be devastated.
Max shook her head, her sniffles quieting. “He knows Neil caught us and he knows I’m being weird. He can tell something’s wrong, I just…”she shrugged against Will’s shoulder. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
Will kept his arm around her, trying to ignore how sweaty it was to be so close together. His eyes roamed around the room, stopping on the picture of the party last Halloween. He stared at Lucas in the photo – smiling, happy, safe, like he should be. Like they all deserved to be. He blinked tears from his own eyes and bit his lip, trying to get his own emotions under control.
“I’m sorry your stepdad’s an asshole. I…I know a little bit what its like to have a shitty dad.”
Max’s sat up, looking at Will with concern and gave his knee a gentle squeeze. “It sucks,” she said simply, smearing a hand over her tearstained cheeks.
“Yeah, it sucks. I didn’t have this place then,” he said, gesturing around the fort, “but if I did, I would’ve hidden out here all the time. Just to get away from the yelling.”
“I need one of these,” Max said, stretching her legs out and leaning back on her hands. “Castle Mayfield doesn’t have the same ring to it, though.”
Will smiled. “I don’t know. I like it.” He uncurled his own legs up to sit the same way she was. “But if you like Castle Byers better, you’re always welcome here. Totally. All friends welcome.”
“Thanks, Will,” Max smiled for the first time in a long time, and Will felt like a weight slipped from his shoulders at the sight.
A clap of thunder made them both jump. Will peeked at the sky through a crack in the wooden wall in time to see a flash of light against the grey clouds. “The sky’s dark,” he said, “I think it’s gonna rain.”
Max blinked a stray raindrop out of her eyelashes. “I think its raining already, genius,” she teased.
The odd drop got to them, but the patchy roof of Castle Byers offered at least a bit of protection. It felt nice, and Max took the opportunity to lift her face to the rain, letting it cool her flushed cheeks and wash away her salty tears.
“Max?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for telling me what you told me. I’m…I’m really sorry your stepdad is making things so hard.”
“Yeah, well, just be glad you don’t have one. You’re better off,” the steely gleam had returned to Max’s eyes, her mouth set in a thin line.
Will licked a stray raindrop from the corner of his lip. “I’ve never even thought of having a stepdad before, you know? My mom, Jonathan and I – we’re a good team, the three of us.” Like a flash of lighting, Bob’s face came to his mind, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I guess not all stepdads are bad. They can’t all be.”
Max closed her eyes and lifted her face to the rain again. “I guess.”
Will hadn’t really let his mind entertain the idea of his mom getting remarried, especially not since last fall. He hoped if his mom ever did get married, it would be to someone kind. Someone who accepted her quirks instead of fighting against them. It wasn’t likely to ever happen – who would be willing to step into his family, as burdened as they were? Who would possibly be able to handle all the issues and possible dangers that seemed to be tethered to them, no matter how hard they tried to escape them?
An idea came to his mind that made him smile. “I hope if my mom ever gets married, she marries someone better than my dad. Someone like…someone like Hopper.”
Max’s eyes flew open, her jaw dropping nearly to her knees. “What? Your mom and Hopper?”
Will laughed. “What? What’s wrong with Hopper?”
"You don't think Hopper is kind of…scary?" Max exclaimed, thinking of the commanding way the Chief carried himself, or the gruff tone he used to accuse her and El of getting into “shenanigans” whenever they were together (El said he was only teasing, but Max wasn’t always sure).
"Scary? No way! He's kind. He’s…he’s like a big teddy bear," Will said.
"Yeah, maybe with you.” Max huffed, punching Will lightly in the shoulder. “That's because he looks at you like you're made of rainbows and good intentions."
That made Will smile. "Maybe I am."
Max shook her head, her eyes shining with amusement. They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before Will spoke again.
"You and Lucas deserve to be happy too, you know. You could be like them - like Mike and El."
Max looked at Will sadly, but her voice was hopeful. "Really? You think so?"
Will nodded in earnest. "Yeah, I do."
"I don’t know. You don't think people will judge us? That Lucas could...that he could get hurt?"
Will thought of his friend Lucas – stubborn, protective, incredibly brave; loyal to a fault. "I think Lucas can handle it. He's handled more than you know.” He bumped her sneaker with his own. “You can talk to him about this kind of stuff. His girlfriend told me he's really easy to talk to."
Max blushed, a small smile on her lips. “Thanks, Will.”
"And like I said, you’re always welcome to come here to talk or hang out whenever you want. By yourself, or with me, or with Lucas." Will had always been thankful for the safety of Castle Byers, and he wanted to pay it forward, especially to his friends. “It can be a safe space where you don’t have to hide.”
Max didn’t reply but threw herself at Will, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Just as quickly, she leapt to her feet, reaching out her hand to help him up, too. “Come on. Dustin has probably given up now that its storming. We should get back to the clearing before they get worried about us.”
Will took her hand and let her pull him to his feet. As they stepped out of the fort and into the woods, he felt better than he had when the game started. The rain was cold, but he wasn’t afraid anymore.
“Hopper and your mom,” Max muttered under her breath, shaking her head. “There’s no way I’m not telling El about this.”
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iron dad prompt where Peter has a nightmare that tony died (and it’s the anniversary of uncle ben’s death) so he calls tony to make sure he’s alive and safe
This prompt came up and hugged me from behind. Thank you
This is the first MCU fic I've written that isn't about the Captain America movies AND the first I’ve written since like 2016 so this was super fun to write!
Set between Homecoming and Infinity War.
Peter finished covering the man in webs, attaching him to the wall, and kicked his gun away to join the pile. He scanned the dark street, on the lookout for any more thugs. Nearby, Tony did the same.
“I think we’re good!” Peter said, relieved.
Tony agreed and began to retract his suit. “I'll call the boys in blue to come pick these crooks up, then we’re good to go.” He tapped the band on his wrist and a hologram sprang to life. “You wanna get some pizza? Eat at my place?” He grinned at Peter before he started the phone call.
Peter grinned and took off his mask. “Yeah, that would be…that would be nice.”
Awkwardly, he fiddled with his web shooters while he waited for Tony to finish the call. He realized he should let Aunt May know he was still ok and with Tony. He looked up to see if Tony had completed his call. He had- the hologram displayed the website for a local pizza restaurant.
“You feeling pepperoni or bacon? Actually, don't answer that. We’re doing pepperoni.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds really good!” Peter stepped closer. “Hey, um, Mr. Stark? Could we call Aunt May, please, to let her know- “
Peter cut off abruptly as two gunshots rang out in the street. He jumped and looked around, searching for the shooter. He stopped when he caught sight of the two dark stains spreading across the front of Tony’s shirt. Tony’s face contorted in pain, then his limp body fell to the ground.
The world zoomed in and focused solely on Tony. Peter forgot the shooter. He forgot about calling Aunt May. He forgot the men trapped in webs around them. He only saw Tony’s crumpled form, blood already spreading onto the asphalt.
“Mr. Stark!” he screamed, racing to him. He bent down, dropped his mask beside him, and rolled Tony on his back. His hands shook as he pressed them against the wounds. “Mr. Stark, just...just hold on! Help is coming! The-the police, remember? You called? They’ll be here soon a-and they’ll help!”
Tony looked up at him, eyes already glossing over. He started to reach up to touch Peter’s face.
“It’s ok, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, leaning forward so Tony could reach his cheek, “It’ll be fine. Just hold on!”
Tony’s lips moved, as if he were trying to say something. Before Peter could ask what he was saying, his hand dropped and he stilled.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter shook him. Sobs rose up in his throat. “Mr. Stark?? What is it? What- Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark, don’t leave! Don’t leave!! Don’t- come back! Come back, please!!” He collapsed against Tony’s chest, hands desperately grasping his shirt. “I need you. I need you, don’t leave, please!! Mr. Stark!!”
Peter jumped and sat up, clutching his blanket in a white-knuckle grip. He looked around wildly. He found a small amount of relief in the familiar sight of his bedroom. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, struggling to chase away the images from his nightmare.
It had been a nightmare, hadn’t it?
Fresh panic seized him. The air thinned. His lungs contracted. His vision blurred. He tightened his grip on the blanket, hoping for a lifeline to reality. But what was real? He remembered going on that mission. He remembered that night. But Tony hadn’t been shot. He hadn't died. Not really.
Right?
A face swam into the front of his memory. Uncle Ben. Suddenly, the loss gripped his heart anew. The events of the day caught up to him and paired with his nightmare, coiling into a snake in his stomach and writhing there. It had been two years now, exactly two years, since Uncle Ben died. Despite the passing of so much time, he recalled the moment he learned of his death like it had happened hours ago.
Perhaps that’s why, in all the pain flooding his heart, there was a longing, a particular type of desperation. He needed security. He needed warmth. He needed someone there with him.
His first thought was to yell for Aunt May, but then he remembered she was still gone. She had wanted to stay at Uncle Ben’s grave to keep a vigil, but he had left. He hated to remember, especially with his parents’ graves so near as well. He glanced at his clock on his desk. Just after midnight. She wouldn’t be back for hours. He couldn’t call her either. He would never interrupt her during something so important, even though he knew she would be by his side in a minute if he asked.
Panic and desperation clawed at his insides with new ferocity. He was alone. He had no one.
Except...
He seized his phone off his nightstand. Even though his hands were trembling, he managed to unlock his phone and find a certain contact. He pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear.
One ring was all it took.
“Hey, Pete.”
Peter tried to answer but his relief at hearing Tony’s voice manifested into tears. He clutched his phone and wept.
“Kid? What’s wrong?” Tony asked, unchecked concern in his tone.
It took Peter several attempts to choke the words out. “I need you.”
Tony cursed under his breath. “Ok, ok, hold on! Where are you?”
“Home.”
“Ok, good. Stay there! I’m coming!”
There was a rustling sound on the other end. He heard Pepper ask what was wrong. Tony took the phone away and answered, “I don’t know, but Peter’s having a panic attack.” Then Tony spoke to Peter again. “Hey, stay on the phone, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Peter, is there anyone else with you?”
“No.” Peter thought he heard Tony’s suit thrusters starting up.
“You’re in your room?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, stay there. I’ll be there soon.”
Hardly meaning to, Peter whispered, “Hurry, please.”
Tony heard him. “I am, Peter, I promise.”
A minute passed. Just when Peter began to wonder how much longer it would be, there was a tap on the window. He peered outside. Tony hovered there, wearing his pajamas, his suit gloves, and suit boots. He had traded his phone for an earpiece.
Peter dropped his phone and the blanket and, filled with new energy, scrambled to the window. He unlatched it and tore it open. As soon as he could, Tony climbed inside, shutting off the thrusters. The gloves retracted. “Hey, are you ok?!”
Peter cried harder and dove into Tony’s arms. Immediately, Tony wrapped his arms securely around him. Peter pressed his face into his chest, hands desperately grabbing a hold on the back of his shirt. He vaguely heard Tony reassuring him, telling him to breathe, to listen to his voice. Peter only really heard the beating of Tony’s heart and the slight whirring of the arc reactor. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ground himself on those sounds.
Peter had no idea how long they stood there in the darkness, the cool night air drifting in through the open window. At last, Peter could breathe and think. Tony guided him to his bed. They sat down together on the edge. The steady hand on his back relaxed Peter.
“Hey...,” Tony said softly, “What happened?”
Peter swallowed hard and averted his gaze. “Just a nightmare.”
“Must have been one hell of a nightmare.”
“Yeah, I guess.” A bit of guilt gnawed at Peter’s stomach. “Sorry I called you and made you come all this way just for a nightmare.”
“God, you sound just like me.”
Peter looked up in surprise. Tony shifted closer and sighed. “Kid, you were panicking. I wasn’t going to leave you to handle it yourself. You did the right thing. No one should have to handle things alone.”
Peter wrung his shirt in his hands and looked down again.
“Hey, where’s May anyway?” Tony asked.
“Oh, she’s...um, she’s at Uncle Ben’s grave.”
“Oh.” Tony paused. “That’s today?”
Peter’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Yes. Well, yesterday now, I guess, but...but yeah.”
Peter half expected the usual response. He anticipated the “oh I’m sorry” and “is there anything I can do?” Instead, Tony replied, “I’d say you’re handling it pretty well. Anniversaries suck.”
Peter frowned. “I guess so. I don’t think having a nightmare and then panicking is really ‘handling it well’ but...”
“Ok, hear me out. You probably spent the day remembering him, going to visit him, all that. That's draining by itself. And then you come home by yourself, stay by yourself, and therefore handle everything yourself. Yuck. Then you have a nightmare about his death-“
“Actually, um,” Peter interrupted, “I, uh, I didn’t...I didn’t dream about him. I dreamed about- about you.”
Tony stared at him. “About me?”
Peter nodded. “I dreamed that you died. I remembered Uncle Ben when I woke up, but...but my dream was about you.”
Silence fell. Several long seconds passed.
Finally, Tony spoke.
“Why?”
Peter knew the answer right away. He knew it in his heart. The words were on his lips in a second. Fear held those words back. Fear of those words being rejected. He remained quiet.
Tony squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “Never mind, you don’t have to say. Sometimes speaking is good, but sometimes it’s not.”
Peter met his gaze. The concern and understanding in Tony’s eyes pierced Peter’s heart. Tony reached up and smoothed Peter’s hair, repeatedly stroking the damp strands with a tenderness Peter hadn’t received from anyone except Aunt May since Uncle Ben died. He leaned into Tony’s touch, thought of Uncle Ben and his father, and let fresh tears slide down his cheeks.
“I dreamed about it because I-I was thinking about- about losing Uncle Ben, and losing Mom and Dad, and I-I don’t know, I guess I just...I guess I’m afraid of losing you too because- because, um, you’re kind of like... You took their position.”
Tony stared. The unspoken words were louder than the spoken ones.
“Peter, I... I’m happy you trust me with that position.” Tony swallowed, emotion building up in his throat.
“That’s kind of why I called too. I just wanted to make sure you were alive. I know, it’s crazy.”
Tony smiled, such a genuine smile that it lit up his eyes. He brushed the tears off Peter’s face. “I’m ok, kid. I’ll always be here.”
Peter returned the smile. He leaned forward and embraced him. Tony hugged him tightly, one hand on his back and the other in his hair. Finally, Peter satisfied that longing for security and warmth. Finally, he got to tell Tony how much he means to him. Finally!
“I love you,” Peter whispered.
He felt Tony’s smile widen against his head. “I love you, too.”
Ok so maybe cemeteries aren't open all night but I took some creative license there.
#answered#thank you thank you thank you#this was so fun#it got long#oops#anyways#mcu#mcu fanfiction#iron dad#spider son#iron man#spiderman#tony stark#peter parker
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This is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction. It’s just a one-shot type thing, where Neil receives a bunch of pictures and stuff from the FBI of his childhood and looks at it with some of the foxes and Andrew
Weeks ago, Neil Josten had left his past behind him for good, letting the memory of Nathaniel Wesninski bleed out in the back of a federal vehicle in the streets of Baltimore.
Or so he’d thought.
He held a cardboard box in his hands, the words of FBI Special Agent Browning still ringing in his ears.
“We found these in your father’s house,” Browning had said. “We analyzed them for anything relevant to the case and found nothing, but considering what’s on here, we thought you might want them.”
He didn’t sound like he particularly cared if Neil wanted them or not. His tone was short, a little impatient.
“What is it?” Neil asked warily, his bandaged face stony.
“Photos and some such,” Browning thrust the box toward Neil. “Look, kid, if you don’t want it, it’s going to collect dust in evidence lock up before being thrown away.”
Neil reluctantly took it, if only to get the agent out of his presence.
Now, he stood in the lounge, watching as his teammates rifled through it.
“Oh, my god,” Nicky exclaimed, brandishing a picture frame. “Look at this. You’re wearing ruffles! You were born to be gay.”
Neil rolled his eyes but looked at the photo. It was of a chubby toddler that Neil couldn’t quite place as himself: wispy auburn hair, big pale blue eyes, and a white ruffled shirt under a sky-blue sweater vest. Even more mystifying was the gummy, dimpled smile on his face.
“You were so cute,” Dan squealed, leaning over Matt’s shoulder. “What happened?”
“Torture,” Neil said drily.
Dan paled, looking sick, and seemed like she was preparing to launch herself at him in a barrage of hugs and apologies before Allison broke in from where she was sitting beside Renee at the table, riffling through a photo album.
“Why did a serial killing maniac have so many pictures of you? Didn’t he hate you?”
Nicky winced. “Nice and sensitive there, Allison.”
Allison glared at him.
“I’m wondering the same thing,” Neil admitted.
He looked at Andrew, silent and disinterested beside him. His chin rested on his hand, with his elbow on the table, the black armbands on his forearms peeking out from the cuffs of his dark hoodie. His hazel gaze was directed at the far wall and he showed no signs of being mentally present at all, but Neil knew that no matter how hard Andrew tried otherwise, he was processing and retaining everything that was happening.
“To keep his cover,” Kevin said clinically. “The Butcher of Baltimore masqueraded as a devoted family man. What kind of good father doesn’t have at least on picture of his son?”
“Is this your mother?” Renee’s voice was gentle but it didn’t need to be harsh or loud to attract attention. She held out a photograph of a woman with brown hair, a straight nose, and dark eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail and her bright red lips were twisted in a subtle sneer directed at whoever was taking the picture, her disdain obvious.
Neil just nodded.
The sight of his mother stirred up mixed feelings, feelings he thought he’d gotten over or repressed. Grief and hatred were a cocktail he was used to drinking but hadn’t tasted in a while and all he could do was feel it. For a moment he smelled smoke and felt the heat of fire and heard the sick rattle of her bones in the backpack he’d buried in the sand on that beach two years ago.
“What was her name?” Dan’s voice was gentle and it just hurt Neil more. Impassivity was a mask he clung desperately to, despite his promises not to lie to them.
“Mary Hatford,” Neil said quietly.
“I’m sure she was a lovely woman,” Matt said, almost a question.
He’d told them very little about what his relationship with his mother had been like after they’d come back from Baltimore. They’d asked him endless questions but mostly about himself and the questions they’d asked him about life on the run had mostly been about the locations and what had forced them to leave.
“You all would have hated her,” Neil said.
Matt and Dan looked surprised and Andrew turned his head toward Neil and Neil knew he was going to tell them everything because Andrew was listening. Andrew was curious.
“Did you hate her?” Andrew asked.
Neil looked at him and found Andrew’s gold-green gaze turned on him, apathy hiding immeasurable darkness. “I did for a long time,” Neil admitted. “It’s more complicated than that now.”
“Did you love her?” Nick asked sadly, clutching a few photographs to his chest. “Did she love you?”
“I don’t think so,” Neil said slowly.
Allison gave him a pitying look. “No wonder you’re so screwed up.”
“Allison,” Dan hissed.
Looking increasingly desperate, Nicky said, “She never said it? Have you? You have to love something.”
“No, she never said it,” Neil said. “What does that matter?”
“She’s your mom,” Nick persisted. “She raised you and protected you. That had to mean something, right? She had to love you.”
“I think--,” Matt started, looking extremely uncomfortable.
“Nicky,” Renee said softly. “You can’t compare Neil’s life and relationships and feelings to those of anyone else. He’s had a very complicated life. You can’t expect him to uncomplicate it just to reassure you.”
“There’s videos,” Kevin said suddenly.
“Let’s play them,” Matt said, looking relieved to be off the subject of Neil’s mother. Matt got up so quickly he almost knocked Dan over and hurried to the DVD player, having snatched the case from Kevin’s hands on the way.
Matt queued up the video and took his seat beside Dan, a remote clutched in his hand. He pushed play and Neil’s childhood was on the screen. Everyone watched, even Kevin and especially Andrew, as Neil’s life unfolded before them.
It started the day he was born, the date a little subtitle in the bottom left corner. Baby Neil squirmed and cried, looking red and mushy and wearing only a diaper.
“That looks gross,” Nicky exclaimed. Dan smacked his shoulder.
It showed him in his mother’s arms, which Mary looked like she barely tolerated, and Nathan wasn’t there at all.
It flashed straight to toddler Neil, taking slow steps towards Mary, babbling nonsense. Mary didn’t look happy but she didn’t look miserable either as her arms extended to catch him in case he fell. Even when she didn’t love him, she still protected him.
“There you go, Nathaniel,” Mary said, her British accent crisp. “Steady, now.”
“Your mom was British?” Matt asked, surprised.
Neil just nodded, his eyes on the screen.
The clips were short, scattered throughout the years. Whoever had filmed it had known that evidence, however minimal, was all that was needed. Probably Lola Malcolm or her brother Romero had filmed it for his father.
The videos of Mary were disconcerting to watch. It was hard to connect the young, healthy and alive woman he saw in the clips with his memories of a bloody corpse and charred bones.
But even more disturbing, to Neil’s teammates and to himself, was the videos of Neil with Nathan. Side by side their resemblance was startling.
There was a clip of Neil sitting on Nathan’s lap, looking up at his father with wide blue eyes, perhaps three or four years old. They had the same auburn hair and pale blue eyes but while Neil’s were blank with the oblivion of adolescence, Nathan’s were cold and unfeeling. No matter what false affection Nathan put into his voice for the video, one couldn’t look into his eyes and think that he felt anything at all.
“This is the letter N,” Nathan was saying to Neil, pointing at an alphabet picture book. “That’s the first letter of your name. Say it, N.”
Neil just looked up at Nathan. Even that young, he’d kept still and stiff and tried not to touch his father.
“N,” Nathan coaxed and Neil, old enough now, recognized the soft threat in his voice.
“N,” young Neil said.
Matt paused the video.
“Is anyone else creeped out?” he asked.
“Majorly,” Nicky said.
“No wonder you’re scared of your own reflection,” Allison said, slitting a look at Neil. “You don’t look anything like your mom, except your ridiculously stunted height.”
“Do you remember any of this?” Dan asked, adjusting her weight on the arm of Matt’s chair with a hand on his shoulder.
“I remember him acting like this sometimes, to keep up appearances,” Neil said. “I don’t remember ever being videotaped. The time I spent with my father was usually spent doing things a devoted father wouldn’t do with his son.”
“What did you usually do?” Nick asked warily, looking like he already regretted the question.
“He trained him,” Kevin said quietly. “To become the next Butcher of Baltimore.”
“You cut people up?” Nicky asked, sounding horrified. “Oh, my god, weren’t you, like, ten?”
“Eight, when we ran,” Neil said, nonplussed. “I didn’t touch people with knives but he did supervise while Lola taught me how to use them.”
“Taught you on what?” Matt asked.
“Dead animals,” Neil said.
Dan looked like she might be sick. Renee gave him an unreadable glace and Andrew kept his gaze on the screen. “I’m just going to pass over that,” Matt said, looking green, and pointed the remote at the TV to play the video.
It flashed to a video of Neil sitting in a dining room chair, the table level with his chin. Mary was on one side of him and Nathan on the other and they were watching as he tried various foods. Mary fed a piece of broccoli to him and his face immediately twisted and he spit it out onto the table. Mary, surprisingly, laughed.
“There has to be some food you like,” Mary said, picking up a baby carrot. Neil spit that out too, looking at Mary with a look that could only be betrayal.
“Yuck,” the Neil on screen said sincerely.
“Try the fruit,” Nathan said, flashing a smile at the camera. No amount of false feeling could change the hard pull of his smile.
Nathan fed a piece of strawberry into his mouth and Neil smiled.
“Strawberries are a yes,” Nathan laughed.
It changed again, to a video of Neil at about five or six. This video was a little grainy and from a distance. Mary was standing by the planes of an Exy court, looking fierce as she watched Neil running around on the court, looking remarkably small with a racquet in his hands.
“Faster, Abram,” Mary shouted. “Run faster!”
“Who’s Abram?” Nicky asked.
“It’s Neil’s middle name,” Andrew, surprisingly, responded.
The video abruptly ended, the screen turning dark. Neil sat there, his thoughts a little muddled, still trying to crawl out of feelings he didn’t know he had anymore.
A text alert blared through the room, cutting through the short silence, and Nicky pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Aaron is done with his session with Betsy,” he announced. “He needs to be picked up.”
Nicky gazed expectantly at Andrew but Andrew was still vacantly staring at the dark screen. He eventually rolled his eyes and tossed his hands in the hair and turned to Matt.
“Can you take me to pick up Aaron?” Nicky asked.
Matt nodded. “Dan needs to get back to her dorm anyways. She has an online quiz in an hour.”
“I’m not staying with the monsters,” Allison said, sending a derisive glance at Andrew.
They all filed out, even Renee, her rainbow hair swinging as she followed the clack of Allison’s hot pink high heels out of the room. Matt and Dan hugged Neil goodbye and Nicky tossed a fluttery wave of his shoulder as he sailed out the door.
Andrew and Neil were left alone, sitting beside each other, watching the blank screen.
Neil turned his gaze to Andrew, content just to look. Eventually Andrew looked back at him, but Neil knew he’d been aware of him the whole time.
“Why wouldn’t they have liked your mother? Your teammates tend to like anybody, especially if they are damaged,” Andrew said. “And I am willing to wager that your mother was quite damaged.”
“Our teammates. You haven’t guessed?” Neil asked. He leaned his head on his hand, his elbow on the table. “She hit me. You’d have killed her.”
Andrew’s eyes darkened.
“I would have killed her only if I cared,” Andrew said. “I hate you.”
“You’d have cared,” Neil said, a smile pulling at his mouth. He leaned closer to Andrew, close enough to make him tense but not close enough to violate Andrew’s boundaries. “What percentage am I at now?”
“It is not even worth counting anymore,” Andrew said. He slid rough fingers into Neil’s hair and pulled him the rest of the distance. His kiss was hard but skilled and tasted of cigarettes. Neil’s hands tightened around the arms of his chair and he leaned into Andrew, knowing the other man would hold him up. Andrew would always hold him up.
Andrew pulled back slowly, his eyes dark and watching Neil’s face. Neil felt hot all over and breathless.
“Junkie,” Andrew said, with a final tug on Neil’s hair before releasing him.
“You like it,” Neil retorted.
Andrew didn’t answer, just stood up.
“Are you taking all of this back to our room?” Andrew gazed with disinterest at the photos spread across the table. He reached for one and tossed it with a flick of his wrist at Neil.
Neil considered it.
“Yeah,” he said. “I am.”
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beauty & the bookworm {librarian!namjoon}
→ pairing: kim namjoon x reader
→ genre: librarian!namjoon who’s a little nerdy a little dorky but we loVe it, university!au, y/n’s the brat this time around, fluff softer than clouds, a bit of heartwrenching angst :’(, BTS as in BIG TIME smU T
→ wordcount: 20.8k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual don’t come for me
→ note: okay first and foremost i apologize because this is wAY overdue! i started writing librarian!joon in october but i kept putting him off and it’s not what he deserves :-(( but the most important thing is that he’s here now and he’s ready to trip his way into your hearts!! also i finally gave one of my fics a title instead of just naming the au so we’re spicing things up for the new year! enjoy!!
pst if u wanna talk to y/n or joonie or even jimin u know what to do ;-)
(gif isn’t mine!)
(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))
you’ve always been the type of person to just go with the flow
whenever life throws an obstacle your way you somehow always aLways make it out alive
you always have a backup plan and you never worry about anything
because worrying gives you frowning wrinkles and you want your skin to remain smooth and beautiful
maybe it’s maybelline??? maybe it’s just not giving a fuCk
but this is the first time you’ve ever been… slightly concerned
you are in unfamiliar territory because you feel
…worried
and you don’t like this feeling at all
“i don’t know what to tell you, y/n. you’re failing three of your courses. you need extra credit.” your counsellor looks at you and then looks back down at his laptop where he has your transcript opened up
“okay! okay okay cool cool cool that’s fine” you clear your throat and nod quickly “extra credit is fine. no need to worry.”
“well, i wouldn’t say no need to worry. there’s definitely room for worry here.”
you thought you had the hang of this university thing but apparently not since jin just told you you’re failing three of your damn courses
kim seokjin - he graduated like two years ago and is your academic counsellor
he’s a pretty cool guy most of the time!! sometimes his dad jokes makes you want to slam your face into a wall but other than that he’s cool
and he’s always there to help you whenever you feel like you’re struggling
he’s a good counsellor but right now he’s being an awful counsellor and not even offering you an ouNCe of support
just kidding you’re just mad at yourself and you’re taking it out on literally anyone you see
you lean forward a little to try and get a sneak peek of your transcript and jin shifts his laptop away
you huff and lean back against the plushy sofa chair “so… how am i supposed to get extra credit?” you inspect your nails uninterestedly because you’re supposed to be napping right now but obviouSly you’re not going to be able to catch some extra z’s today because of this stupid meeting about your stupid grades
“summer school is an option.”
just the thought of summer school makes you feel nauseous
you’re not going to spend two months writing a philosophy paper or studying for an exam when you could be on a beach somewhere or on a road trip with jimin and the others
thank u next bitch
“please tell me there’s something else. anything else??” you frown and slump against his desk and he lets out a sigh before rifling through some loose papers on his desk
“which prof do i have to go down on to get extra credit” you joke but the smile drops from your face when jin raises a disapproving brow at you
“if you’re lucky, maybe you can find a part-time job on campus. usually you can get extra credit from doing things here! last i heard there was a position to be the school mascot!”
omg
yuck
having to jump around in a slightly damp and sewage-scented costume for two hours??
no thanks
jin can tell by your expression that that’s the last thing you want
“i hate to break it to you, y/n, but you can’t exactly be picky here. go to main hall where they stick up all those posters and job offers - maybe you’ll find something good! cheer up, hm?”
“yeah, yeah” you murmur and scratch the back of your head before standing up and swinging your bag over your shoulder
“oh, and y/n?”
“what?”
“maybe you should study instead of watching netflix all the time - you really have to boost your grades this term otherwise… y’know” he winces
‘y’know’ means you’re not going to frickin graduate
“…bye jin” you mutter and shut the door behind you before letting out a breath
well
that was a depressing conversation
jin didn’t even tell you a dad joke this time around
as you make your way to the main hall you can’t help but let out another sigh of disappointment
in high school you had eeeehhhhh average grades like you were kinda dumb but not thAt dumb
but you never expected yourself to faiL classes
you thought you were smarter than this!!! obviously not tho
you let out a huff as you stand in front of the bulletin board
there’s an overwhelming number of posters ranging from poetry sLAM competitions to math tutoring services and you don’t know where the heck to start
okay let’s see
what can we do
‘do you have school spirit? do you need extra credit? why not try being our adorable school masco-‘
“nope” you click your tongue and immediately look at the next poster
‘looking for a philosophy tutor for philosophy102’
philosophy is one of the classes you’re failing so maybe not that one either
‘looking for water girl/water boy for new school year! email coach bang for more details’
good god
the water girl??
that would be pathetic
that min yoongi tho
wOO you are definitely thirsty for him
but not thirsty enOugh because there’s no way you’re going to be known as the dang water girl
‘ocean expedition next summer? come to seashell city and explore the ancient legend of the mermaid… extra credit included!’
now thAt sounds cool
but next summer??? you’re not planning to still be here neXt summer
you’re running out of options here
the ones that you’ve seen just don’t sit well with you
the ones that seem okay are already all booked up
you raise a brow when you find a smaller note pinned under an obnoxiously neon pink ‘JOIN THE CHEERLEADING SQUAD’ poster
oh cute
it’s a picture of a book
‘booking for extra credit? there’s no one to blame but your-shelf if you let this job opportunity slip away! come to the library and check it out!’
you cringe in your soul and shake your head
a 60 year old grandpa definitely wrote this up
you take the note off the bulletin board and re-read it
urhghUAhfasj
are u really going 2 do this
you really gon spend most of your time at the library instead of, oh, i don’t know, literally anYTHING ELSE
“beggars can’t be choosers” you mumble to yourself
plus this option doesn’t seem like it needs a lot of skill so it should be easy-peasy lemon-squeezy
the extra credit will just fall right onto your lap
but at the same time
you despise the library
it’s too quiet
you can’t eat or drink in there
it always smells like musty old books
everyone’s always hogging the charging ports
you can’t talk without someone giving you a dirty look because apParently you’re being too loud when you wereN’T EVEN being that loud
your stomach always rumbles in the library and you end up not studying because you’re too focused on wondering what you should get for dinner
the last time you were at the library you were only there because jimin wanted to get some studying done and he needed a study partner
but that was literally like last year
now if he wants a study partner you tell him ‘it’s mY way or the highway’ which means you force him to study at your dinky apartment
you purse your lips and read the note yet aGAin
it seems like this is the option that makes you want to rip your fingernails off the least
so
it’s the library i guess
*confetti*
“what’s the matter with you?” jimin pokes your cheek with his fork before digging into his spaghetti
you scowl and rub the dot of tomato sauce off your cheek
“i’m failing three of my classes” you mutter before slumping against the table “and now i have to work at the library everyday to get extra credit”
jimin shrugs
“at least you’re not failing all of your classes?”
“i’m taking four courses this semester. i’m failing three out of four classes.”
jimin pauses and purses his pillowy lips
“like i said…at least you’re not failing four out of four classes?” he offers through a mouthful of pasta
he swallows “plus the library isn’t all that bad! books are… books are like… cool”
“you’re not doing a very good job of making me feel better”
“well, i don’t wanna be that friend - but you kinda did this to yourself!!!! working at the library is a consequence of not doing well in class, y/n. i’m sorry to break it to you, but you gotta do what you gotta do. you’re not allowed to complain because you let this happen to yourself.” jimin sighs frustratedly because as much as he loves you it’s so iRRitating when you’re whining about problems that could’ve very easily been avoided
“ya i guess so” you mutter
yeah
it’ll be fine
becoming a librarian will be great
maybe you’ll absorb the information from all the books that you’ll be hanging around with all day and become smart enough to graduate and not need the extra credit
jimin jumps when you let out a groan and smack your head against the table in defeat
life is really kicking your ass right now and is showing absolutely no mercy
“you want me to go in with you and drop you off at the counter?” jimin smiles sweetly and you shake your head and slip your arm from his
“this is a battle i’m going to have to face alone.” you shake a fist in front of you
“go on, my brave warrior.” jimin says dramatically before nodding “i’ll see you tomorrow!”
you let out a sigh before pushing the doors open and letting yourself in
you see a couple people sitting here studying
it is exam season after all
speaking of exam season u should probably start studying
you don’t remember the last time you were at the library
you came in once because you needed to pee really bad and this was where the nearest washroom was
also why is it so biG
there’s nobody at the front counter so you assume the guy went to the back because there’s like another room behind the desk
you whistle a tune to yourself as you lean against the counter and scroll through your phone
you’re blissfully unaware of the many people who are glaring at you because of your awful whistling
it’s when you get a (very rude) ’shh!’ that you raise a hand in defence and stop the whistling
it’s too quiET in here the whistling was necessary
these ungrateful assholes should be thankful
“hi there! can i help you with something?” you jump ten feet into the air from the voice that breaks the silence
you turn around and there’s this this tall ass tree of a guy standing behind the counter
he smiles at you and you immediately notice his sweet smile and cute dimples
he tilts his head before reaching up to adjust his glasses
“um, i…” he looks down and his eyes light up when he sees his poster in your hand
“oh, y/n! i didn’t know you were interested in working at the library” huh
he knows your name?
how does he know you
…do you know him?
well you have to know him otherwise how does he know your name
he pushes his glasses up and waits for you to respond
you decide to play along with it for the sake of a good first impression
or..,.,. good second impression??
you’re tempted to tell him you’re only doing this because you have no choice and also you’re failing your classes but he probably doesn’t want to hear all of that
“yeah! a little extra credit never hurts” you laugh and scratch the back of your neck “it’s nice to see you… again…?” you trail off because obviously you have no idea what his name is
you’re still confused as to how he knows your name
he kind of blinks at you and his eyebrows knit together in confusion before he’s like oOh okay i see what’s happening here
“i, uh, i’m namjoon, ha. i’m actually- we were in the same philosophy lecture last year. you… you bumped into me on the first day of class and spilt your coffee all over me.” namjoon chuckles awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck
oh yiKES
your cheeks flame up immediately and you press your lips together
good first impression!!!!1!1!
“oh! oh, right! yeah, of course i remember you, joonie!” the nickname slips out to try and soothe the awkward situation but you don’t think it’s working that well “i’m sorry about that, by the way. you know how klutzy i am” you clear your throat
namjoon chuckles awkwardly and scratches the back of his head
and then u remember an important detail
you raise a brow
“wait but like didn’t you graduate last year? you’re older than me aren’t you?”
“yes, i graduated last year. and yes, I’m older than you”
“….so why r u still here”
“i like it here! it’s as simple as that” namjoon shrugs and you hum in response
personally speaking
once you graduate (if u even graduate lol roasted) there is no turning back
you don’t want to come back here
you wasted four years in this torturous hell why would you willingly come back
but now that he reminded you that you two were in the same philosophy lecture it’s kind of coming back to you
you’ve seen his face like once or twice
he always sat in the front and always raised his hands to answer questions or remind the professor of assignments and oHhH right kim naMjOon
sometimes you and kook poke fun at him because like he’s genuinely suCh a n3rd and a dork aNd a try hard anD he always corrected people over the most minuscule mistakes and he’s a neat freak and wow you are suddenly realising you’re not a huge fan of namjoon
“please, i prefer namjoon.” namjoon clears his throat before setting the pile of books down on the counter “so… you wanna start working here? become the ~junior librarian~?” he sticks his hands out and does some jazz hands and you resist the urge to roll your eyes because woW that was lame
“yep, i need the extra credit” you shrug and lean against the counter
“why do you need extra credit?”
“i don’t think that’s any of your business, namjoon.” you tilt your head and namjoon’s like alright fair enough
“look. it’s pretty obvious you need some help around here.” you gesture to the cart stacked with like a trillion books sitting by the desk “and no one else has applied to help out according to your sad poster- i’m pretty much your only option, bro” you shrug as if to say ‘it’s not my fault’
okay
namjoon definitely doesn’t appreciate the tone and the attitude that you’re giving him
but you’re not wrong
surprisingly not a lot of people have come up to him wanting the job as the junior librarian
it’s kind of disappointing
being a librarian is so much fun!!!!!!
who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by books all day????
and no offence
but he doesn’t really want to give you this job because you’re just so,,., snooty and kinda rude
and you seem like you don’t care about anything
aNd you seem kinda disorganised
he’s just getting that ~vibe~ from you
but he doesn’t have a choice because he does really need the help and you need the extra credit so it works out for both of u
and he’s mature enough to work well with someone he doesn’t like so he’s sure he’ll be fine
namjoon purses his lips and exhales
“fine… i suppose i can let you work alongside me. but just to let you, i have a system for everything, so i would really appreciate if you followed the rules that i set in place and-“ you keep staring at him but you’ve drowned him out and you’re just singing a song in your head
“do you understand?” he finishes and adjusts his glasses before giving you a pointed look
“ya man i gotcha” you click your tongue before pushing yourself off the counter and clapping your hands together “so chief where do i start” you take your backpack off and swiNG it over the counter and it fLOps to the ground loudly
namjoon’s eye twitches when your books spill out of your bag and you don’t bother picking it up
okay
what’s a job that’ll take a while and will require you to be awaY from him
ah
namjoon disappears behind the counter for a split second before reappearing with a duster and a rag
“those shelves over there need to be dusted.”
you raise your brows in disbelief
dusting
is that it
wow
easy frickin peASY ladies and gents
“at least try and make it hard for me.” you snort and snatch the duster and rag from him
extra credit - here we come! goodbye suMMER scHOOL
“see, i told you it wasn’t going to be bad!” jimin points out after you finish fleXing to him about how good of a dust job you did on those bookshelves
weird flex but ok lol
“i know!! i don’t actually mind the library, now that i think about it. the dead silence is kinda relaxing. but-“ you raise a finger “i’m not sure about that namjoon guy”
“namjoon?”
“he’s the librarian. he graduated last year and- god, he’s just… he’s such a nerd. which isn’t a bad thing, i guess? you know what i’m saying, right? he’s just,,,, i don’t know… he seems like the kinda guy who’d get a heart attack from breaking a tinY rule or something,, or i feel like if i drop a book he’ll start crying like he’s thAt kind of person”
jimin nods understandably before shrugging “i get it… but i’m sure if you give him a chance you’ll warm up and you’ll get along!! even if you don’t get along just keep it mind that you’re only doing this for a couple of months.”
“yeah, i guess.”
jimin’s usually right so you’ll take his word for it
maybe namjoon isn’t as much of a stick in the mud as you think he is
you’ll be fine
remember how in the beginning of all of this you were like this is going to be easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy
well
it’s not
it’s not easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy
in fact it’s difficult-difficult-orange-difficult
why are there so many books here???????? it’s never ending!! every time you put one away like ten more appear on the counter and then namjoon’s like mmMm c’mon pick up the pace there’s a lot to do around here
you haven’t even had a chance to sit down for a minute because the library is huGe and you have to walk everywhere to make sure each book is in the right place and no books are overdue and if books aRe overdue to have to go and harass the person that still has the book and the point is THIS IS HARD AND YOU ARE TIRED
no wonder no one wanted this job!!!!!!!!! it’s hard work!!!!!!!!!!
you can’t help but wonder if that water girl job is still available but the thought of having to talk to someone like min yoongi makes you nervous so you shake the thought out of your head
aLSO
namjoon is boring
SO boring
what kind of modern young man willingly wears sweaters and cardigans and button up shirts all the damn time
also?? he keeps candies in his pockets
like he’ll be sorting through some files and then stops and he rifles through his pockets and pulls out a hard candy and pops it into his mouth
they’re those salted caramel hard candies and you’ve been tempted to ask him for one but.,,.,., u don’t want any of his damn pANT candy
also he’s so quiet and you’re very chatty so that’s another thing to add to the list of things you hate about kim namjoon
whenever you try to talk about your day he replies with mm’s and ah’s but never does anything to continue the conversation so you’re left in awkward silence waiting for a reaction
aLSO he has egg salad or tuna or plain turkey sandwiches and like vegetable soup and a piece of fruit (he literally said an apple a day keeps the doctor away one time and you were like what century are you living in???) for lunch most of the time and it sTANKS it’s awful
and when you try to crack a joke he never gets the punchline which is infuriating because you like to think that you’re somewhat of a funny person
aren’t you??????
all he gives you is a polite laugh and a nod before he goes back to his book
you don’t know how long you can keep doing this
it’s been a month and a bit since you started working at the library
and namjoon would rather give himself a trillion paper cuts than work with you
you
are
awful
“y/n - you’re supposed to stamp the first page in the book - not the coVer of the book.” namjoon presses his lips together to keep himself from screaming when he sees you with a mountain of already wrONGLY stamped books
“oh. can’t you like erase the ink or something?”
“no you can’t- you can’t just erasE the ink the stamp is gonna be there forever”
“it’s okay i only stamped like 20 books” you shrug and instinctively stamp the book in your hands “…21 books”
“y/n whY… why did you use a glittery pink pen for the book record sheets”
“it makes it pretty! it’s not a big deal no one sees these sheets besides you and i” you grin and take the sheet from namjoon and he feels his soul die a little when you scribble something down with a neon green marker
also you keep giving yourself little breaks?? and the only breAK that is allowed on your schedule is your lunch break or the occasional washroom break whenever you need it
but you give yourself these nonexistent breaks
‘granola bar break’ - you take 30 minutes off to eat one single granola bar
‘texting break’ - this one’s worse because it happens more frequently like the two of you will be filing things together and namjoon likes to keep things working like a well-oiled machine but it’s hard to do that when you keep pausing to text someone and then you’re like okay where were we like it ruINS THE FLOW
‘reading break’ - THIS is awful because namjoon will see you study and he’ll be like okay at least she’s doing something educational and he peeks over and you’ve literally got your phone out scrolling through memes on instagram
and when he reprimands you for taking too many breaks you always wave him off and tell him to relax and to not get his panties in a twist
he feels like you’re doing this on purpose
pushing his buttons
getting under his skin in the worst way possible
also you keep calling him random names and he hATES IT he just wants to be called namjoon because that’s his name
“hey joon”
“namjoon”
“good morning joonie”
“namjoon”
“hi joonathan”
“joona- namjoon!”
“whaddup dimples”
“hey bookworm”
“hey nerd”
“what’s up four-eyes”
“yo yo yo dork”
“oi egghead where’d i put my phone”
“it’s namjoon - and feet off the counter” it’s almost automatic at this point when namjoon shoVes your legs off the counter and you nearly fall off your chair from the force
he gives you a warning look when you move to put your feet back up and you huff grumpily
“no messy foods in the library” you gawk when namjoon picks up your takeaway box of spaghetti and proceeds to dump it into the bin
“don’t use the books as coasters” namjoon snatches your drink and picks up the book then wipes the condensation from your drink off the front cover
“no more texting during work hours” your phone disappears from your hands and you blink down at your fingers because that was sO speedy
“oH my god am i even allowed to breathe in here???” you snap exasperatedly because you and jimin were talking about how kook slipped in the cafeteria and got banana milk all over tae’s new shoes and taheyung freAKED it was hilarious
namjoon blinks down at you before opening up a drawer and dropping your phone in there before proceeding to l o c k the drawer
are you KIDDING me
is this bitch for real???? he just locked up your phone???????
“i don’t know. your breathing is kind of loud, so we’ll have to figure out a way around that issue.” and with that he turns his back with a huff but not before turning to face you one last time so he can look you right in the eye as he drops your can of soda into the bin
it’s pretty obvious that you and namjoon most certainly do not like each other but the both of you are just being very passive aggressive and tip-toeing around the elephant in the library
you let out a breath and dig your nails into your palm
deep breaths deep breaths
we’re doing this to graduate
we can do this
aight
no biggie
remember how you promised yourself you’d be more responsible when it came to your work load
obviously you forgot about that promise
because you have a final in a week and a half that you completely forgot about that even frickin jungkook was aware about
and now you have to jam a whole semester’s worth of information into your head and finish that 12 page paper for your history class and work on your presentation for your film class and there’s just so much that you have to do and you don’t have enough time to do everything
you decided to skip your last lecture of the day (you asked tae to take notes for you and he’s usually good at that so you’re not worried) to come to the library and study
and you couldn’t find an empty table or anything so you figured you’d just study at the desk
you’re surprised to see that namjoon isn’t around because he practically lives at the library
okay it’s whatever
he’d probably distract you anyway
you plop yourself down on the chair and proceed to pull out all your notes and books and markers and you dump it all on the table
you crack your knuckles and look down at the mountain in front of you
let’s do this
namjoon hums a tune to himself as he opens the door and enters the library
he’s in an especially good mood today for some reason
the smile falters on his face when he realises that he’s going to be spending the rest of the day with you and that’s definitely going to soil his mood
ugh
you’re usually late because you always come after your classes so he expects that he’ll be in a good mood for about twenty more minutes or so
namjoon pauses when he sees the top of your head poking out from behind the front counter
you’re
on time?
he looks at his watch
no you’re not just on time
you’re… early
you’ve never been early to a shift before
how odd
maybe someone finally lit a fire under your ass and you’re finally being more responsible!!
okay
he’s still in a good mood
he’s about to give you a chirpy greeting (and this time he’s not going to correct you if you address him using another one of your lame nicknames) and then he’s suddenly aware of the scene in front of his eyes
“y/n?” namjoon furrows his brows to see you with your face buried in your arms and you’re surrounded by like teN textbooks and a lot of scrap paper with random notes scribbled on them and a million highlighters and pens “…whatcha up to?”
you don’t respond and he leans over the counter a little more
…are you even alive
suddenly you look up at namjoon
he takes a step back in surprise at the sight of your red and watery eyes and he’s like o shit she crying
“are you okay??” he unlocks the gate and steps behind the front counter to join you
“i don’t know anything, namjoon. i literally don’t know anything and my final is in a week and a half.” you sniffle and reach up to wipe your tears away
“oh god. i’m going to fail this exam and this is totally going to put my life on hold and everyone’s going to graduate before me and i’ll be stuck here because of how stupid i am” you sob and slam a textbook shut and namjoon jumps
he’s never seen you like this before
he’s never seen you so… defeated
usually you’re all smiles and you have a smartass comment ready to go at all times and even when he shuts you down you don’t let that stop you
so for the first time ever
when he sees you with puffy eyes and a trembling bottom lip and a permanent frown on your face
he feels… bad
and you called him namjoon
not joon or dimples or bookworm
namjoon
this is serious
even though you piss him off everyday because of how irritating you are
you don’t deserve to be this sad
namjoon sets his briefcase down before pulling his chair over and sitting down next to you
he looks over at all the textbooks briefly before looking up at you “what are you studying?” he hands you the box of tissues that are on his side of the desk and you thank him quietly before sniffling and wiping the tear that’s trailing down your cheek
“um, philosophy.” you sound kind of nasally from how much crying you’ve done but whatever “right now i’m looking at the main branches of philosophy but i just don’t geT it.”
“okay, well…” namjoon glances at your handwritten notes for a second and all you’ve written down is ‘philosophy notes’ with a bright purple marker
oh god
is he really going to do this
is he really going to help you right now
because he could totally just tell you to put your notes away and do your job
but instead he’s deciding that he’s going to help you study for your finals
even though you’ve been nothing but an obnoxious piece of shIT for the past two months
he’s going to help you whether you like it or not
“let’s start off with differentiating between the branches. typically, there are four branches. sometimes there are five, but for philosophy301 you just focus on four. logic, epistemology, metaphysics, and-“
“what are you doing?” you interrupt namjoon and look at him confusedly
he’s
he’s helping you?
what?
why??
whY?????
“i’m… explaining the four branches of philosophy. at least i’m trying to. what’s wrong?” he tilts his head and blinks twice “oh, you know what, maybe i shouldn’t… because i can’t focus if your study station is a pig sty.” he starts cleaning up your papers and putting your highlighters back into your pencil case
he pauses in the middle of stacking your textbooks to look at you “don’t just stare at me - clean up! and then we’ll get on with it.”
“namjoon, you don’t have to-“
“y/n, i swear to god.” namjoon groans quietly and taps the top of your head with a pen “stop being so stubborn and just be a good girl.”
you raise your hands in defence
you can’t help the little smile that twitches at the corner of your mouth
namjoon’s helping you
…you knew he had a soft spot for u
(little do you know that you have a soft spot for him too)
>:-)
namjoon spends the next two and a half hours explaining many different philosophical concepts to you and he answers every single one of your questions
at one point you get a little shy because you feel like your questions are dumb but namjoon reassures you that your questions are most certainly not dumb
he even paused to tell you a story of how in one of his classes he raised his hand and forgot what he was going to ask by the time the prof got to him so he ended up asking the prof ‘what class is this?’
that made you crack uP because you can imagine namjoon’s flushed cheeks and nervous stammer so clearly
also namjoon shared his lunch with you which was a surprise (today he brought in a turkey sandwich and an apple)
“my favourite sandwich is actually turkey on whole wheat with spicy mustard - and my favourite kind of apple is honey crisp!”
“spicy mustard is too much flavour for me. i just like putting mayo. and i’m a red apple kinda guy.”
“you’re boring” you tease him as you bite into the sandwich
“am not! don’t attack me for liking the plainer things in life!”
even though the ingredients are pretty plain somehow it still works and you find yourself scarfing it down in like thirty seconds
namjoon pulls a hard candy out of his pocket and offers it to you
“you’re giving me one of your precious candies??” you gasp and pluck it so delicately from his fingers as if it were made of glass or something
“it’s only because i feel bad for you because you criEd so don’t expect anymore candies from me” namjoon snorts and bites into an apple slice “also i always see you staring at me whenever i pull out a candy”
“it’s only because i’m wondering if they’re stale or not” you unwrap it and pop it into your mouth quickly before namjoon can take it back
“they most certainly are not!” he gasps in mock offence before reaching up to adjust his glasses
“your glasses are just as dorky as you” you reach over and brush your fingers over the thick rims and namjoon scowls before smacking your hand away
“don’t make me regret helping you and sharing my food with you” he points an accusatory finger in your direction and you grin cheekily “now, c’mon - let’s talk about famous philosophers and then we’ll start making some flash cards!”
“i like flash cards!!! ooh we can use my mArkERs-“ you start rambling excitedly about your multicoloured markers and namjoon finds himself smiling fondly as he watches you rummage through your pencil case
hm
maybe you’re not so bad after all
“yES you got it again! alright who do we have next…” namjoon shuffles through the pile of flashcards on his lap
“okay-“ he pauses to read the notes on the back of the flashcard before holding it up for you “who is saint thomas aquinas?”
“ooh, i know this one!!” you raise your hand even though you’re the onLY One stuDYING
you’re so lame
endearingly lame
:~)
“hm, any takers?” namjoon plays along and pretends to look around a classroom of people before pointing at you “ah! yes, miss y/l/n?”
he’s just as lame as you are
you clear your throat and sit up straighter
“saint thomas aquinas was a 13th century dominican friar, theologian and doctor of the church, born in what is known today as the lazio region of italy.”
“okay, and what did he do?”
“uh, his most important contribution to western thought is the concept of natural theology! …right?”
“mm, go on” namjoon leans back against his chair and plucks at his bottom lip as he skims over the notes on the back of the card again
“he… adhered to the platonic and aristotelian principle of realism, which holds that certain absolutes exist in the universe, including the existence of the universe itself…?”
namjoon puts the card down and stares at you and ur like o shit am i wrong
a smile creeps onto his face and he raises his fist for you to bump “you got it!”
“yAY” you give him a fist bump and apologise quietly when you hear someone in the distance go ‘shh!!!!!’
they’ve shushed you like five times in the last hour
whoops
both you and namjoon exchange glances before bursting into giggles
“uGHhgH namJOoON” you groan and slump against the table as you twirl your pencil between your fingers
today’s been a pretty slow day
wednesdays are your longest days because you have classes from 9 to 6
and now you’re at the library and namjoon is forcing you to study even though you’re like hey let’s rearrange books or something!!!! let me do my job!!!!
“no complaining! now sit up straight and listen to me.”
you ignore him and continue twirling your pencil around
“y/n. sit up and listen.” he sighs and raises an eyebrow
you curse to yourself quietly before forcing yourself to sit up but you slump against the chair as if your bones were made of jelly
okay
well
better than nothing
“okay, let me tell you about the gemeinschaft-gesellschaft dichotomy. it was proposed by tönnies as a purely conceptual tool rather than an ideal type in the way it was used by max weber to accentuate the key elements of a historic or social change. got it?”
you give namjoon a pointed look before huffing “no”
namjoon lets out a slow sigh and looks through his notes again
meanwhile you’re spinning around and around on your wheely chair
namjoon’s hand shoots out and grips onto the arm of your chair to stop you “how about we take a break?”
“yEs i love that! now that i understand.” you stretch your limbs out but quickly curl up when your stomach rumbles
huh
you forgot that you didn’t get a chance to eat lunch today
namjoon clears his throat
“i actually,.., um, i brought you some food today!” namjoon turns and grabs the paper bag sitting on his desk
you raise a brow
“you did?”
hm
that’s a surprise
that’s actually really nice of him
“you’ve been working and studying pretty hard lately so i thought i’d treat you to lunch! turkey on whole wheat with spicy mustard.” namjoon clears his throat and hands you the bag before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck “and also a honey crisp apple… and two caramel candies.”
oh
he
he remembered your favourite kind of sandwich and your favourite kind of apple
which means he went out of his way to buy ingredients that he would usually stay the heck away from
that’s… that’s kind of sweet actually
“you remembered what i like?” you reach into the bag and pull out the neatly wrapped sandwich
“the, uh, the dorky glasses make me more observant” namjoon taps the frames gently and you laugh
“look, i didn’t mean- like, dorky isn’t necessarily a bad thing i just- it’s cute! you’re cute” you flush immediately wOw what is wrong with you
you clear your throat “your glasses are cute. your glasses.” you murmur
both you and namjoon avoid gazes and you don’t realise it but both your faces are on fire
namjoon twiddles with his thumbs and bites back his smile
you’re about to take a bite of your sandwich before you realise he’S not eating anything “hey, where’s your food?”
“oH, right” namjoon twists back and grabs his paper bag
“lemme guess - turkey on white with mayo with a red apple.”
“ah, nice guess, but i’m afraid you’ve been mistaken” namjoon tsks and shakes his head “it’s tuna sandwich tuesday!! and i brought a pear!”
you snort and roll your eyes playfully
only namjoon would have a tuna sandwich tuesday
“i believe that’s another point to me” namjoon leans back against his chair proudly after he makes yet anotHer paper ball dunk into the waste bin
you convinced him to take a lil break since you’ve been studying for an hour and a half and your brain is about to explode
and today you’re the one who brought lunch for him
you bought soup from the cafeteria!! luckily they made his favourite today!! chicken soup
he got so excited when you presented the little take-out bowl to him
he even offered you a spoonful and at first you were like nah but he said look the cafe’s chicken soup is AMAzing you will not regret this
he blew over it to cool it down first before feeding it to you and you were like o shit ur right this is good
he ended up feeding you a couple more spoonfuls as you looked over your notes
it was kinda cute but whateva
so it’s kind of that after-lunch lull where your tummies are full and you’re feeling lazy
which is why you and namjoon are competing in paper-ball
and namjoon is winning which is very surprising
whenever you play paper-ball with jimin you’re always in the lead so you’re not used to thIS
you’re realising now that you might be a bit of a sore loser
“it’s getting hot in here - it must be because i’m on fire.” namjoon smirks as he adds another dash under his name
“lame” you roll your eyes as you crush up another paper ball
“okay but seriously i’m like sweating” namjoon sits up and peels his sweater-vest off before unbuttoning a couple buttons on his shirt and rolling his sleeves up neatly
your eyes flicker over to his now exposed forearms
he has.,.., really sexy arms.,,.. what the hell,.,,
namjoon wheels a little closer to you until his knee is in between your legs “here lemme do it because your paper-balls all sucK” namjoon takes the ball from your hand and you feel a lil ziPzaP when his fingers brush over yours
what the hell x2.,.,.,., his hANDS.,.,.,., even his hANDS ARE SEXY
“what’s the matter with you? where’s the witty retort?” you look up from his hands quickly and namjoon’s grinning at you in a way that makes your heart skip a beat
.,.. EVEN HIS TEETH ARE PERFECT???
omg
what’s happening to you
you look away quickly and try to snap yourself out of it
what the fuck
what the fuck is happening
what’s going on with your body
why are your hands clammy
why is your heart racing like this
why do you want him to scoot evEN closer
you like namjoon
oh no
you like namjoon
oh NO sweetie you do NOT like kim namjoon
yes you do
no you don’t
mmmmmyes you do
NO you don’t you can’t like namjoon!!! he’s the worst!
he’s the best and you love him
he wears stupid sweater vests!!
he can pull it off tho and also his button-up is kind of thin today and you can see very faint outlines of his abs and it makes you want to run your hands over his bronzey smooth skin you LOVe it you perv
“y/n? you okay?” namjoon taps your knee gently and raises a brow when you jumP in your seat
“i’m good! i’m just…” you snatch the paper ball from his grasp and point to the waste bin “i’m just getting my heaD in the game because i’m going to kick your ass”
namjoon laughs before gesturing for you to throw “i’d like to see you try.” he leans back against his chair and crosses his arms
frick
even THAt was sexy
you are losing your mind
you like kim namjoon
“good morning!” namjoon plops down next to you and you let out a little yawn as a good morning “today’s the big day~” he wiggles his brows “you ready?”
you look down at your flashcards and your notes and give a little shrug
you think you’re ready?? maybe
“i guess so??” you murmur and stretch your limbs out
you decided to come to the library before your 8AM exam because.,,,.., uh.,,,.,
okay you just wanted to see namjoon so WHAT
“i have something for you-“ namjoon rummages through his bag before pulling out a bracelet looking thing
a bunch of different shades of purple threads braided together neatly
she looks a little worn out but she still cute
“this was my good luck bracelet when i was doing exams during my last year - i thought maybe you’d want to wear it or something? you don’t have to, obviously, but i know how nervous you are and… yeah, i don’t know… i just wanted to give it to you i guess“
there it is again
your heart just went boom-boom for joon-joon
you press your lips together to hold back a dorky smile before you stick your hand out for namjoon “i need all the luck i can get”
namjoon smiles and shakes his head as he ties the bracelet around your wrist carefully “you don’t need any luck. i believe in you!” he glances at the clock hanging behind you on the wall “you better get going - it’s 7:42.”
you let out a little sigh before getting up off the seat and grabbing your pencil case and your water bottle
namjoon looks up at you with a small smile “i’ll see you after your exam?” he watches as you open the little gate to step out
“if i survive, that is” you retort and namjoon rolls his eyes
you’re about to walk out but you turn around swiftly “namjoon?”
namjoon looks up at you “mm?”
“thank you… for everything.” you murmur shyly while twisting the bracelet around your wrist “you’re… not bad. not bad at all.”
you don’t really know what to saY but all you know is that you’re super appreciative and grateful to have someone like namjoon,,, care about you
and you’re already not good with emotional things so ‘you’re not bad at all’ is a pretty big thing to say in your opinion!!!
lucky for you
namjoon fully understands
namjoon’s cheeks flush slightly and he shakes his head “get outta here you sappy loser”
he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding once you leave the library
and now that he has this moment alone
a realisation begins to creep into his mind
he likes you
well it’s pretty obvious at this point
things that used to irritate him about you are now endearing
he makes lunch for you willingly
he doesn’t flinch or move away when you initiate contact
he actually pays attention to your lame jokes
he gave you his good luck bracelet for god’s sakes
he likes you
you’ve been on edge for the whole day
this morning you got your philosophy final exam back
for a whole week this exam was on your mind and now it’s finally back in your hands and you can’t even bring yourself to look at your grade
because you’re terrified
you’re terrified that you failed yet another exam and you’ll have to graduate a year behind all of your friends and you’ll have to put your life on hold because you were a dumbass in university
and you’re terrified that you disappointed jin and jimin and namjoon
you don’t want to disappoint namjoon
but your exam has been burning a hole in your backpack and you figure that it’s now or never
“oh pleasepleaseplease” you whisper to yourself as your trembling fingers gently pull the crinkled, folded up piece of paper from your backpack
okay
hoo
okay
no need to panic
it’s just your philosophy final that you had to get at least a 90% on to make up for the rest of your shitty grades in that course
you pinch the corner of the page getting ready to flip it open
you take your bottom lip in between your teeth nervously
you squeeze your eyes shut
it’s now or never
you unfold it in one smooth motion and the paper makes a thwacking sound as you do so
you peel an eye open
you peel the other eye open
and the blood drains from your face
namjoon’s in the middle of putting books back onto the shelves
it’s the end of the day and there aren’t a lot of people around so it’s nice and quiet
namjoon likes these nice and quiet days
it’s just him and the books
him and his library
and then he hears something
frantic footsteps slapping against the floor in the distance
huh
someone must be in a rush
he furrows his brows when the footsteps get louder
and he whips around to look at the entrance of the library with narrowed eyes
…
…
…
bAM
he yelps in fear when the doors suddenly buRST open and a manic-looking you appears with wide eyes and a huGe (slightly terrifying) grin
you look around the library before you lock gazes with namjoon and if it’s even possible your smile grows wider
oh good god
you look like what’d he’d see in the corner of his room if he ever got sleep paralysis
“what-“
“yoU BEAUTIFUL TREE OF A MAN I LOVE YOU” the next thing namjoon knows you’re leaping into his arms and he quickly grips under your thighs instinctively so that you don’t fall flat on your ass
he stumbles backwards a little and his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as you smoosh kisses all over his face
he’s certainly not complaining but whAt the hell is going on
you drop back down onto your feet and you unravel your arms around namjoon’s neck and throw your hands up in the air “i goT 98% ON MY EXAM” you squeal excitedly before wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug and bouncing up and down and oHHH now he sees why you’re acting like a psychopath
“see!!!! i told you you could do it i’m sO ProuD of you!!!!!!!” namjoon grins and wraps his arms around your waist and twirls you around in a circle “98% is so good!!!!!”
“i know!! i never get a 98% on anything!!!” you giggle and pull away from the crook of his neck
your arms are still wrapped around his neck and his arms are still wrapped around your waist
your breathing slows down a bit as you start to calm down and
oh
your faces are very very close
and suddenly
you feel this overwhelming urge to kiss namjoon
you want him to kiss you
namjoon’s eyes flicker down to your lips and you feel your heart pounding in your chest
it’s going to happen
he’s going to kiss you
you’re disappointed when he quickly takes a step back and pulls away from you
you clear your throat and smooth your skirt down and namjoon adjusts his wonky glasses
both of your guys’ faces are on fire
“anyways - 98% is really good! aim for 99% next time.” namjoon teases and turns around to look at his book cart again and the moment he turns away from u he mouths a ‘wHAT THE FUCK’ to himself because WHAT THE FUCK
meanwhile your face is on fire because that was deFINTEly something
you guys had a moment
does this mean namjoon likes you back
omg
doES IT?????
“joon” you approach him and tap his shoulder gently before standing next to him
“mhm?” he glances at you briefly before looking back at the books on the cart
you get up on your tiptoes and plant a little smooch on his cheek and namjoon freezes immediately
“is there anything for me to do?” you ask casually as if you didn’t just kiSS HIS CHEEK
“u-uh-“
“oh shoot you know what i was organising the thriller novels before my exam and i never finished doing that! let me go do that now and then you can give me something else to do” you disappear in between the shelves and namjoon blinks owlishly
he reaches up and brushes his fingers over his hot cheek
and the FATTEST smile appears on his face
today’s been kind of a slow day
namjoon texted you earlier and said he’d be in late today
so here you are
sitting behind the front counter
alone
well, not exactly
lisa, wendy and jisoo came to keep you company even though you insisted you were fine
they texted and asked if you wanted to grab some lunch and when you didn’t respond they all came to ambush you at the library
“yeah, sure! as soon as namjoon gets here we can go get some food.” you smile politely before looking back down at the computer
these girls,,, well they’re not your frieNds exactly
they’re in a couple of your classes
let’s just say they’re a whole lot more popular than you think you’ll ever be
they’ve taken a liking to you for some reason and you don’t mind because the more the merrier!! also it’s kinda cool because in high school you were never really friends with the ‘’’’’cool gals’’’’’’ so there’s that too
also you think another reason why they hang around you is because you’re friends with guys like jimin and jungkook and you don’t want to be that person but like..,,. YEaH ur boy-friends are really attractive so it makes sense to go through you to get to them (spoiler alert jimin and jungkook do not like any single one of these girls but you don’t have the heart to break the news to them)
“namjoon… why does that name sound so familiar” lisa furrows her brows and leans against the counter
“remember? he was that guy in our philosophy lecture last year - the one who sat at the front? he graduated last year” you hum and scribble something down
“oh shit, i remember!!!” lisa gasps “…oh god, he was awful. such a try-hard”
wait what
your head pops up and you furrow your brows “well like he’s not a try-hard he’s just passionate about-“
“i hated him. he kept reminding the prof to give us pop quizzes” wendy shudders
“i bet he’s still a virgin”
“who cares if he-“
“i bet he hasn’t had his first kiss yet”
“we can’t just assume that he hasn’t just because he-“
“yeah, i wouldn’t be surprised” jisoo snorts “who the hell would wanna kiss someone who looks like that?”
what the hell
what kind of assholey thing was that to say??
“…what?”
“oh, c’mon, y/n. the sweater vests. the pervert glasses.”
“he’s tall and gangly. no meat on his bones??”
“i could never even imagine dating a loser like that!”
and suddenly you remember why you don’t like these girls
namjoon is in a very vEry good mood today
and now he gets to spend the rest of the day with you so he’s teN times happier!!!!!!!
plus he brought lunch for you again because he knows that sometimes you neglect your stomach and he can’t have that (and as cute as your stomach rumbles are he wants to make sure you’re eating and not skipping lunch just because you’re too lazy to line up)
he hopes you like the sandwich
he cut it into the shape of a heart just because he thought it was kinda cute
and uh
the heart-sandwich kind of emphasises the fact that he likes you a lot
ALSO
he picked out a bunch of little daisies from the ground on his way here
and he tied them together in a little bouquet using a blade of grass
very rustic looking bouquet but still adorable!!
he looked like a madman yanKIng all the daisies out of the ground but u know what he’s embracing it because he’s a fool in LOVe
he accidentally stepped on a couple daisies and was like yikes
and he has a couple specks of dirt on his shirt but he’ll deal with it later
anyways
today’s the day he’s going to tell you that he likes you ~romantically~ and he’s going to ask if you wanna grab dinner after you guys leave the library tonight
he even made reservations at this cute cafe he hopes you’ll like
and he’s dressed extra spiffy today
his hair is swept back neatly and he even used a lil more gel to keep every strand in place
there’s not one speck of dust on his glasses lens
he ironed his tie and his button-up
and he’s wearing a brand new expensive cologne
all for you!!!!!! because you are woRth it
his heart skips a bit at the mere thought of your smile and that adorable giggle and the way your nose crinkles when he scolds you playfully
frick he likes u sO MCUH
he decides to take the back door today
just because the romance books are on the shelves in the back and he’s in a romantic mood and wants to pick out a book for you to read
he’s thinking Jane Austen’s ‘Persuasion’ is a good one
namjoon’s finger brushes over the spines of the books on the shelves as he looks for it
he perks up when he finds it
perfect!!!!!!!
he tucks the book under his arm and adjusts his book bag on his shoulder and triple checks that he has everything
sandwich? check
new book?? got it
flowers???? yEs
say it with me now: hoTEL?trivAGo
he hears the murmuring of some voices as he nears the front and he freezes when he hears his name float through the air
hm?
he pokes his head out from around the corner and sees you and a couple of who he can safely assume are your girl friends because they’re all giggling about something
namjoon furrows his brows and stays hidden behind a bookshelf
a little eavesdropping never hurts nobody
“you would never go out with someone like namjoon, right? i know i wouldn’t” lisa taps the top of your head to get your attention “not even if we were the last people on earth”
“yeah, i don’t think i would either” you reply automatically because if you said yEs i’d go for namjoon (and u totally would) you’d never hear the end of it
((but at the same time who cares about what these girls think?? they’re not ur real friends))
you don’t want to go out with them anymore
as soon as this conversation ends you’re kicking these assholes the heck out of the library
but you can’t kick them out without saying something nice about namjoon because ?? namjoon is one of the sweetest guys ever and they need to be aware of that
“but without him i wouldn’t have passed my exam so i have to give him some credit for that” you point out and hope that they’ll cut him some slack
wendy leans against the counter and gasps
“oh, i love that, you cold-hearted bitch!!! taking advantage of the smarty-pants virginey loser to pass your exams?? geniuS”
okay
that didn’t exactly work out
“you would never go out with someone like namjoon, right? i know i wouldn’t”
“yeah, i don’t think i would either”
…
…
…what?
namjoon deflates and he feels his heart clench in his chest
his fingers tighten around the paper bag and he takes a small step back
frick
he knew this day was going too well
you…
you really wouldn’t want to go out with him?
you wouldn’t even give him one chance?
was he really that awful?
“but without him i wouldn’t have passed my exam so i have to give him some credit for that”
“oh, i love that, you cold-hearted bitch!!! taking advantage of the smarty-pants, virginey loser to pass your exams?? geniuS”
namjoon’s eyes flutter shut and he presses his lips together
of course
of coursE this would happen to him
you were the one person that he thought might’ve actually like him back and it turns out you were only using him to pass your exams
how could he not have seen that????
you???? being interested in him?????
i m p o s s i b l e
you don’t go for dorky librarians like him
you go for guys like min yoongi and jeon jungkook and park jimin
well now he just feels stupid
he has a stupid heart shaped sandwich and a stupid honey crisp apple and a stupid packet of animal crackers in this stupid paper bag that has your name on it because he has a stupid crush on you and he really thought you liked him back and he was looking forward to taking you out on a stupid stUPID date
but of course the inevitable happens
you don’t like him… at all.
you used him?
your fingers tighten around the pen and you bite down on your tongue
these girls are getting on your nerves now
whatever
you’re kicking them out now you’re done with this
“anyways - as much as i wanna talk about how much of a loser kim namjoon is,” you say sarcastically and make air quotes “i think i have some work to do so i’m going to have to put a rain check on-“
you jump when you hear the sound of some books toppling off the shelf and everyone immediately looks at the source of the sound
you stand up and peek over the girls’ shoulders
and the blood immediately drains from your face
“n-namjoon?”
oh,,,., god
oh no no nO
did he hear everything you said??
namjoon doesn’t think it’s possible for his heart to break even more
but then
“anyways - as much as i wanna talk about how much of a loser kim namjoon is, i think i have some work to do so i’m going to have to put…”
ouch
okay
big yikes
this did not go according to plan at all
maybe he should head out the back door and then come in through the front door and just act like everything is normal
yes
that’s a good plan
namjoon turns around to leave but he stumbles over his feet a little and his hands reach out to grip onto the bookshelf
instead what happens is he shoves a couple books riGHt off the shelf and namjoon curses before automatically dropping to his knees to pick them up
“n-namjoon?”
oh shit
where does he go from hERE
namjoon freezes like a deer in headlights and he swallows thickly before slowly turning to look up at you “u-uh, i-i-“
“hey, look what the cat dragged in!” wendy coos and namjoon feels his heart starting to race in his chest when the girls approach him “what do we have here, hm?”
before he has the chance to pick up the paper bag jisoo snAtches it from the ground
“oh, y/n! it’s for you!” she unrolls the top and reaches it before pulling out the sandwich
she coos before pushing her bottom lip out in a mocking pout “aw, isn’t that cute? a wittle heart shaped sandwich for y/n!” her eyes flicker down to the bouquet of daisies that have now been tramPled on “and a bouquet of weeds!! ever the romantic, aren’t you??”
namjoon feels his entire face flush bright red and he’s struggling to put the books back onto the shelf
he’s just doing whatever it takes to avoid eye contact with the girls
“you’re looking a little red, namjoon. maybe you should take that cardigan off?” wendy pinches his cheek and namjoon gets off his knees immediately
although he towers over them he knows they’re the ones holding the power in this moment
“what’s the matter? you’re not even going to say hi to y/n??” lisa frowns before gesturing to you
namjoon locks gazes with you and your heart clenches when you’re able to see the pure hurt and pain in his glassy eyes
he looks away from you immediately and bends down to grab his bag
“nam-“ the next thing you know he spRints towards the front door and leaves
all three girls burst into laughter and jisoo tosses the paper bag and the flowers onto the front counter and it lands right in front of you
your heart tightens at the sight of your name scribbled on it with a little heart drawn next to it
you pick up the bouquet of daises and they flop down against your fingers sadly
“…you guys are assholes” you hiss and start packing up your things
“what? y/n, what’s wr-“
“all of you - get out!” you snap and point towards the door as you zip your backpack up frantically
the girls all exchange glances before scoffing and leaving the library
good fucking riddance
you basically leAp over the gate and sprint towards the front door
you’re not technically supposed to leave the library because no one’s at the front desk but you need to find namjoon
jesus
you should’ve said something!!! you should’ve stuck up for joon!!!! why didn’t you???
why didn’t you stick up namjoon who always makes sure you’re drinking enough water and eating enough food and not skipping meals and who always offers to get you a snack whenever he goes to the cafe and is always very patient with you when he’s teaching you something new and is always giving you new books to read
namjoon with his boisterous laugh when you or that shy giggle he does where he covers his mouth and his eyes crinkle
namjoon who makes you feel happy and safe and warm and smart and all the good things in the world
namjoon who makes your heart go boom-boom because of how sweet and caring and wonderful he is
namjoon who has two left feet and has officially tripped his way into your heart
you look like a maniac because you’re sprinting everywhere to try and find namjoon but you seriously don’t know where he is
you’re out of breath and your bag is flopping against your back anD you’re holding onto the daises and the paper bag for dear life
you spend an hour trying to find namjoon
but he’s nowhere to be found
you end up back at the library and you let out a sigh as you shut the gate behind you
it’s the end of the day so there’s nobody around really
the sun is beginning to set
you groan and slam your head against the desk in frustration
you
are
an idiot
congratulations, y/n y/l/n - you fucked up.
“thank you” namjoon smiles at the waitress before sitting up a little straighter and reaching out for the sandwich on his plate
he takes a small bite and his eyes flicker to across the booth where you should be
suddenly he’s not feeling very hungry anymore
he swallows his bite and pushes the plate away before slumping against the booth and looking out the window of the cafe
he curses to himself when he feels a lump growing in his throat
he feels dumb crying over you
he should’ve known you would never go for someone like him
he sniffles and reaches up to dab away the single tear that’s threatening to spill over
namjoon doesn’t come to work the next day
instead you’re met with the sight of some random guy sitting behind the counter
his name is hoseok and he’s all smiles and you’re sure he’s a nice guy but he’s really getting on your nerves right now
and he has the audacity to ask you if you need help with anything
he’s sitting in namjoon’s chair!!!!!!
“sorry- where’s namjoon?” you interrupt his little rant about his day and he blinks at you
“hm? oh! uh, not sure… would you like me to try contacting him for you? if you have a question about how things work around here you can always ask me! i used to work at the library but they told me i talked too much buT here i am again because-”
oh my god this guy is infuriating
namjoon doesn’t come to work the next day
or the next
or the next
or the next
you’re starting to get worried
you’ve texted him - no response
you’ve called him - no response
you talked to jin and jin told you that you actually have enough extra credit now!! so you’ve been relieved of your librarian duties buT since namjoon isn’t there you can fill in for him til he comes back
“i thought i was supposed to continue working there til the end of the semester? and after the semester ends i’ll get the extra credit?”
“yeah, i thought so too - but i guess you’ve done such a good job that namjoon’s given you extra exTra credit!! good job!!!” jin grins and claps his hands together “goodbye summer school!!!!!! now, listen, let’s not fail our courses so that i don’t have to have this discussion with you again, how about we…”
o god
namjoon doesn’t want you around anymore thAt’s why he gave you the all extra credit immediately
you slump against the seat as jin continues to blab about a study plan for you
what are you doing to do now?
two weeks pass by and you’ve gone to the library every single day in hopes that namjoon will be there
instead you’re met with hoseok’s smiling face
side note: you’ve warmed up to him he’s actually really sweet
but you just
you miss your joonie
so when you walk into the library after a particularly tiring day and see namjoon sitting at the desk instead of hoseok
you’re understandably a little shook
“namjoon?? where have you been????” you gasp and shut the gate behind you “i-i’ve texted and i tried calling you but you-“
“i just needed a break.” namjoon shrugs
there’s an awkward silence between the two of you and you pluck at a loose thread on your sweater
okay
you need to say something
you had something planned out but for some reason you can’t remember what you were going to say
how about you start off with sorry
okay
that’s a good plan
start off with sorry
easy peasy lemon squeezy
you clear your throat and sit down in your chair before scooting closer to namjoon
he doesn’t budge
that’s a good sign.,., right
“hey, uh, look - i’m sorry-“
“it’s fine.” namjoon replies softly and flips to the next page in his book
it’s obviously not
he can’t even look you in the eye
“namjoon, i-“
“i think you should go. people who aren’t librarians aren’t supposed to be behind the desk.” namjoon snaps his book shut before getting up off his seat and walking over to the gate
he holds it open for you
okay
you deserve that
“i just wanted to say that i’m sorry-“
“yeah, i got it. is there anything else i can help you with?”
god
u feel awful
you pluck at the purple bracelet around your wrist nervously
“please, just give me a second to explain-“
“you’ve done plenty of explaining. i get it. i’m not good enough for little miss y/n y/l/n.” namjoon scoffs “message received loud and clear.”
“no, that’s not tru-“
“now if you’ll excuse me, i have some students waiting who actually need help.” namjoon gestures to the line of students before pointing at the gate
you swallow the lump in your throat and you stand up and grab your bag
difficult difficult orange difficult
namjoon feels a twinge of guilt nibbling away at his conscience
it’s been about
five days? since he last saw you
five days since you tried apologising and he didn’t even give you a second to explain yourself which honestly wasn’t fair of him
and he wants to talk to you and stuff but,..,., like.,. he’s never experienced anything like this before and he doesn’t know what to do
are the two of you just going to avoid each other for the rest of your time here
the only time you interact will be when you check out a book at the library which very rarELy happens
he can’t help but wonder when he’ll see you again
the next time he sees you he’s definitely going to say something
and it seems like someone up there is either on his side or really hates him
because there you are
behind the counter
but he hasn’t had a chance to prepare for this situation and whAT IS HE GOING TO SAY TO U
it’s then that he notices that something is off
“y/n? what are you doing here? you don’t work here anymore and… it’s saturday.”
namjoon jumps when you whIP around clutching a bunch of books to your chest
“i put all the returned books away. i stamped all the new books on the first page and not the front cover-“
namjoon can barely pay attention to what you’re saying because you look
well
you looking a little rough girl
there are bags under your bloodshot eyes
your hair is pulled up into a messy bun
there’s a pen stuck through the bun
your reading glasses are tangled in your hair
“i also put the new books into the cataloguing system so you don’t have to spend this weekend doing that anymore!! you can go home and rest if you want!! i-i can take care of it!!”
“how long have you been h-“
“i’ve restrung all the old books that are falling apart! i-i vacuumed behind the desk and i dusted the bookshelves too-“ you gesture wildly to the bookshelves
“y/n - jesus, you look like you’re about to pass out i think you should rest” namjoon rushes behind the counter and grabs onto your shoulders to steady you because you’re starting to sway a little bit
even though he’s still hurt by what happened he’s not going to prioritise thAt before you especially since you don’t look so good right now
also now that a good amount of time has passed he’s slowly starting to get over it
if you don’t like him like that then you don’t like him like that
there’s nothing he can do about it
he just has to accept it
“no namjoon listen to me look i even restocked on those black pens you like so much and i didn’t use my glittery pink pens when i labelled the books!” you sniffle and look up at him with watery eyes before gesturing to the cup of pens
“yes, i see that-“
“i just need you to know how sorry i am, okay?”
“yes, and i’ve forgiven you-“
“no, you haven’t! you haven’t forgiven me and i can see why! if i were in your shoes i wouldn’t forgive me! i’m just an asshole and there’s literally no excuse in the world to defend what i said about you and i feel awful and i’d understand if you never wanna see me again because i would never wanna see me again-“
“-y/n-“
“but you’re literally the sweetest guy i’ve ever met and i like you so sO much and you didn’t have to help me study for my finals and you didn’t have to give me extra credit-“
“-y/n-“
“and you need to know that i don’t think all those awful things about you i was just being stuPId because those girls make me act stupid and i don’t know i should’ve defended you but i didn’t but i reaLLy wanted to but i-i just froze and i didn’t know what to do and aLSO i’m not letting you give me extra credit because i’m smart enough to know that i have to finish working for a full semester before you administer extra credit-
“oH my god will u just shUT UP”
in a raRe act of spontaneity namjoon grabs your cheeks and bends down and plants his lips right against yours
and as cheesy as it seems
f i r e w o r k s
your eyes flutter shut and you fist namjoon’s shirt in your hands as you kiss him back
and then namjoon realizes the the fact he’s kissing you
he’s kissing you
he pulls away quickly and steps back and you immediately miss his warmth but also
he just kissed you
did that really happen??
or are you overtired and you just dreamt that whole thing up??
“wha…”
“i forgive you, alright? and… you can come back and work here for your extra credit.” namjoon clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck “now go and take a nap before you pass out right here right now”
his entire face is on fire
what the hell was THAT
namjoon watches as you lie down behind the counter and cuddle up to a makeshift pillow (his hoodie that he let you borrow after a long night of studying)
a couple days go by
things are
kinda normal ??
you guys are slowly falling back into your old routine
you apologise again and namjoon reassures you that he’s forgiven you and tells you to stop saying sorry before he kicks you out again
you get a chance to fully explain the situation and noW namjoon definitely forgives you
it was a misunderstanding and yeah he was pretty hurt but
he’s over it now
and he tells you to quit apologising otherwise he’ll make you a sandwich with no mayonnaise at aLL and you shut up immediately
also
you two haven’t brought up the kiss at all
namjoon is mortified
he’s never going to be spontaneous ever again
do you even remember kissing him?? (yes u do and ur freaking out about it)
god he hopes not
jeSus
if it isn’t obvious by now namjoon is a lil bit of a coward
it’s not his fault!!!!
why would a sane person want to step out of their comfort zone?? just STAY in the comfort zone that’s why it’s called the C OM F O R T zone
things that are within the vicinity of kim namjoon’s comfort zone:
1) adding a touch of sriracha to his sandwiches for a LITTLE bit of a kick
2) drinking soup and wearing a crisp, white button-up because he’s very neat and is 100% positive he won’t get a droplet of soup on his shirt
3) not making a move on you because he doesn’t know what to do and if he doesn’t know what to do he’s just going to leave it like that
you, on the other hand
you are very different
things that are within the vicinity of y/n y/l/n’s comfort zone:
1) adding a SHITloAD of spicy mustard to your sandwiches because p a i n i s p le a su re
2) drinking soup and wearing a white tee-shirt because who cares?? if u stain the shirt you can just say you bought it like that AND it gives your clothes more character
3) making many maNy moves on namjoon to try and encourage him to reciprocate affection and eventually admit that he has feelings for you
“good morning, joonie~” namjoon’s eyes pop open when you lean down and plant a ‘’;’friendly’;;’;’ kiss on his cheek
o
that was unexpected
“morning” he clears his throat and stays quiet as you sit down and pull your things out
you wheel closer to him and look down at the desk “whatcha doin?”
“uh,” namjoon looks down at the book on the desk “re-binding a book… it, um, it was kinda falling apart but to be fair it’s a really old book so i can see why-“
“do you need help??” you reach over and brush your fingers over where namjoon’s holding the spine of the book down as he waits for the glue to dry
his cheeks immediately buRST into flames and he yanks his hand away before breaking into a nervous laugh “no!! it’s okay!!! i- uh, i suddenly remembered i.,,. i have to pEE” the chair spiNS in circles from how quickly he zippEd off of it and you let out a small breath
this is going to be a lot harder than u thought
“y/n, where did you- oh, there you are! your soup is getting cold” namjoon scratches the back of his neck
he furrows his brows when he sees you on your tip-toes on the toP STEP of the very VERY old wooden ladder
you turn to glance at him “oh, hey! i’ll be right there. i’m just cataloguing some of these older books”
“okay, um- maybe you should use the metal ladder instead?? didn’t i tell you the wooden one is basically falling apart?” namjoon adjusts his collar nervously
o god
his palms are getting sweaty
you look down at the ladder before shaking your head
“you never told me that”
LIES
he DID tell you that but this is all part of your master scheme
>:-)
although you’re probably going to break every single bone in ur body if you’re not careful so u should probably get off soon
you’re not aware of this yet but the weak wood is starting to splinter a bit under your weight
“i’m fine, joon. look!” namjoon’s heart stops in his chest when you stomp down on the step in a poor attempt to prove its stability “see?? totally fine”
oh my god
you’re purposely trying to kill him aren’t you
luckILY it doesn’t fall apart
and then he hears the first splinter
and a crack
and another crack
namjoon’s superman instincts immediately kick into gear and he zips towards you when the ladder suddenly snaps and you’re sent hurdLING TO THE GROUND
you find yourself in namjoon’s arms in a millisecond after falling and you blink up at him “holy shit”
“i toLD YOU” namjoon scolds and doesn’t budge when you slip an arm around his shoulder and praCTIcally cuddle up to him “i told you the wooden one was crap but you neveR listen to me and you could’ve seriously hurt yourself and whAT was the whole stomping thing are you an IDIOT-“
“you care about me” you grin and poke his chest and namjoon glances down at you
he clears his throat
“of course i care about u” he lets you back down onto your feet and takes a step away from you “now come and eat ur stupid soup before i smack u”
somehow you end up tricking namjoon into feeding you spoonfuls of soup because you’re “still shaken up from what just happened”
namjoon rolls his eyes at your antics but uh
he plays along
:-)
“y/n y/l/n??? reading??? preposterous!” you look up from your book when namjoon suddenly appears and sets a stack of books on the countertop
“don’t use your fancy vocabulary in front of me, you know i only know like 3 words maximum”
“what are you reading?” he adjusts his glasses and peeks over a little
“i don’t even know what i’m reading. i just picked it up because i was bored. it’s called ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’. i thought it was about pirates but it’s….. noT.”
of course u thought it was about pirates
“oh! i’ve read that one! Louis de Bernières, right?”
you close the book to look at the front cover
“ya it’s lewis dee bearnards.”
namjoon looks at you like,, okay A+ for effort
“read it out loud”
“don’t you have work to do?”
“i do, but read a line to me! refresh my memory”
“alright, alright - here” you lean your elbows on the counter so that you’re right next to namjoon
you clear your throat and open the book to find where you were at
“When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.”
“Because this is what love is.” namjoon quotes quietly and you put the book down
the two of you lock gazes and you can’t help but notice that something feels different between the two of you
and then you find yourself leaning closer
and closer
and closer
and-
“anYways it’s a really good boOk” namjoon suddenly stands up before clumsily picking up the stack of books “i’ll be in the back!!!!!!”
you groan quietly
SO close
“thanks for walking me home” you smile up at joon and he nods in response “and thanks for lending me your cardigan”
you slip your arm from his as you go to unlock your door
you turn around and wrinkle your nose “you probably want your cardigan ba-“
“you can keep it!” namjoon blurts out and quickly looks away “i mean, um… if you want. you can keep it. so next time you have something to keep you warm when it’s cold?”
you press your lips together to hide your grin and you nod and look down at the plain brown cardigan “okay, well… thanks again.” you murmur and take a lil step closer to namjoon
he looks up at you in surprise and you can FEEL the magnetic attraction bringing the two of you closer and closer
it’s going to happen
he’s going to kiss you at your front door
and it’s going to be magical
and then-
“i think i left my oven on at home” namjoon breathes out and he’s SO close you feel his breath wash over your lips “can i text you later?”
god DAMNIT
this is fucking ridiculous
you and joon keep having these almost-kiss moments and you will GLADLY smooch the man but he backs out every time and is like hOohOo i’ll be in the back!!!!!!!!! or he’ll be like i NEED 2 PEE or like i NEED TO READ A BOOK NOW
whenever you’re standing near him or your knee brushes over his when you guys are sitting with each other he gets all nervous and jittery and his face gets all flushed and then he’s like i NEED TO DUST SOMETHING
and then when he leaves each time you have to refrain yourself from grabbing the stapler and like stapling your fingers together out of frustration
he’s just so!!!!!!!! he’s being such a nAMJOON
you’ve never really chased a guy down like this before
and at first it was fun but now you’re just frustrated
so you’ve finally decided it’s time for the last resort
as much as you hate confrontation
it’s necessary in this situation
“i have a question for you” you murmur as you scribble a note down in your journal
it’s a pretty quiet afternoon in the library (as per usual except there are less people here since exam season is over)
namjoon’s sitting behind the counter and you’re standing in front of it doing your work because you felt like your ass was going to fall off from how numb it became due to you sitting on it for like 5 hours straight
you set your pencil down quietly “joon.”
namjoon sighs and flips through his book “if it’s about the online library system i told you you have to hit the big green button for it to sav-“
“why don’t you wanna kiss me again? i know you like me too”
wait wat
namjoon chokes on his tea and pats his chest a couple times before quickly adjusting his glasses
did you just
did he hear you right
what the fu
what???
what’s happening
is this a fever dream
you like him too?
“sorry - w-what?”
“i said - i know you like me too. so what’s the problem, dimples?” you lean over on the counter and prop your chin up on your palm
what’s the problem?
the problem is that this is way too good to be true
he knows exactly what’s happening
you don’t like him you only think you like him
he doesn’t need your pity
you’re only saying you like him because he’s the lame librarian and he’s not mr athlete like yoongi and you’re trying to make him feel better
“i- who- look, i don’t know who put this ridiculous idea in your head, but i-i don’t!” namjoon gets up from his chair quickly and walks out from behind the counter
the little gate snAPS shut
“why’d you kiss me in the first place then??”
…,.,.touché
“to get you to shuT uP” namjoon explains as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world even though he’s definitely lying thru his teeth right now
“to get me to shut up mY ASS”
namjoon bites down on in inside of his cheek and suppresses a groan
OH my god you are so IRRITATING
“wha- if anything, i think you’re the most infuriating, annoying, and obnoxious girl i’ve ever met!” namjoon takes a step towards you and towers over you but you don’t budge “you- you always crash the cataloguing system and you never put the books back in alphabetical order like you’re supposed to and on top of that you’re always bringing your dumb snacks in here and you always leave crumbs everywhere for me to clean up even though i’ve told you multiple times you have to clean up after yoursel- mmph!”
namjoon’s eyes go as wide as saucers when you’re suddenly grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him down so that you can kiss him
S M O O C H
you pull away and namjoon blinks quickly before his cheeks flare up
you let go of his collar and smooth it down before prodding your finger into his chest accusingly
“you have all these complaints about me yet you never activELy try to stop me and that signals to me that yoU LIKE ME- oh!” namjoon’s suddenly grabbing your waist and pushing you up against the counter and then he leans down to mash his lips against yours
you feel the sting from where the counter is digging into your back but holy shit you do noT give a fuck right now
his hands are cupping your face and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss
namjoon licks into your mouth and you let out a small noise of surprise
you whimper and tug at his tie to pull him even closer to you
“waIt wait wait oh god this is highly inappropriate y/n we’re in an educational setting” namjoon pulls away from you and you find yourself chasing after his lips before you’re like you’rE right you’re right
so the two of you step away from each other and you smooth out your shirt while namjoon adjusts his collar
the two of you look at each other and lock gazes
…
and then you’re immediately lunging at each other again and namjoon’s strong arms wrap around your waist while your arms wrap around his neck
he lifts you up in one swift movement and you find yourself sitting on the countertop leaning down to kiss joon while he slots himself in between your legs and places one hand on your waist while the other rests on your thigh
“you’re a very good kisser” you murmur into the kiss
“don’t underestimate me” he squeezes your thigh and you smack his hand away when it starts sliding up higher and higher
“so are you still positive that you don’t like me back?” you pout and slide a hand down his chest and namjoon reaches up to wrap his fingers around your wrist
he purses his lips and pretends to think “you might have to kiss me again and then i’ll have a definite answer for you”
you giggle and cup his cheeks before leaning in to give him a sweet little peck and namjoon hums happily
“…yeah, i definitely like you back”
the two of you can’t hide the fat grins on your faces
god bless the library
surprisingly enough you aren’t actually that much of a party person
just because going to parties requires so much damn effort
you take like two hours to slather 10 pounds of makeup on your face and another hour to squeeze into a saucy outfit
and then when you get to the frat house it’s all dark inside so doing your makeup wasn’t even worth it
and when you sit down you have to sit straight otherwise you’ll buSt out of your jeans
you only go to parties because of jimin
he usually takes care of the drinks and it would be plain rude of you to say no to free drinks!!!!!!!!
the basketball team is celebrating their big win and they’re going aLL out and they asked jimin to take care of the drinks for them at this party and so jimin was like ya you don’t have a choice you have to come to the party
and you know jimin’s going to be busy all night so you invited namjoon to come along
no offence to your sweet boyfriend but you hope he doesn’t get too overwhelmed because he gets overwhelmed pretty easily
obviously parties aren’t his scene which isn’t a bad thing
you told him that if he was uncomfortable and wanted to leave you would totally leave with him
you’re predicting that he’s going to show up in a sweater vest or something
bless him
to be fair you’re wearing one of his cardigans over your outfit right now just because it’s still a little chilly out anD the cardigan kind of matched with your ~lewk~ for the night
and also it smells like him and makes u feel cozy
:~)
“look at this set up! this is like a legit bar” you smooth your hands over the marble countertop and jimin nods enthusiastically
“i know right!!! you’re lucky that you’re friends with the bartender - so what can i get for you tonight, ma’am?” jimin smirks and tosses a rag over his shoulder before wiggling his brows
“surprise me, minnie” you grin
“where’s namjoon?” jimin plops a chunk of lime into the shaker
“he’s on his way! he wanted to stay back and clean up before coming here and he-“ your phone suddenly buzzes in your pocket “-and he’s calling me right now pardon me” jimin nods and wanders off to the other end of the bar for the ice
“hello?”
“hey, i just got here - where are you?”
“i’m by the bar! i’m wearing your cardigan so-“
“oh! okay, i see you. i’ll see you in a sec” you hang up and slip your phone into your back pocket and jimin wanders back over with your drink
“i’ll start you off with a spicy blackberry margarita” you ‘ooh’ in amazement because this looks like a veRy fancy drink
jimin watches you expectantly as you take a sip and your eyes pop open “this is SO good!!!!! please keep them coming or i’m suing” you murmur while taking the straw in between your lips again
“hi baby” you feel someone slip an arm around you from behind and you immediately recognise that musky cologne when joon props his chin up on your shoulder
“mm- hey dweeb” you pop a quick kiss on his cheek but you’re not really paying attention because this drink is bOMB
“what are you drinking?”
“it’s a spicy blackberry margarita. did you wanna try- woah.” you choke on your drink when namjoon sits on the stool next to you and you get a really reALLy good chance to look at your boyfriend because sweetie this is not your boyfriend
he has his hair slicked back
he’s not wearing his glasses
he has two small silver hoops hanging from his ears
he’s wearing a plain white tee that is very veRy tight around his biceps and a pair of ripped skinny jeans anD a pair of timberlands
y/n.exe has stopped working
“-whaaaaaaauhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-“
whose mans is this
is this your mans???
this is your mans????
“aren’t you going to give me a proper kiss hello?” namjoon tilts his head and pouts
what the hell
what the hell?////???
“who are you and what did you do to namjoon?????” you manage to squeak out
he rolls his eyes playfully before leaning in and slotting his lips against yours
“cute outfit, by the way. a cardigan’s kinda dorky for a house party though, don’t you think?” he raises a brow and tugs you off your seat so you can stand in between his legs
“you’re calling me dorky??”
“i’m not the one wearing a cardigan at a party. have you never been to a party before?” namjoon slips his hands under the cardigan and rests his hands on your hips and gives you a little squeeze
“excuse-“
“y/n! hey, girl!” you feel a little piece of your soul die when you hear that familiar pitchy voice
you spin around in namjoon’s grip so that he’s hidden behind you
“wendy! …hey…” you clear your throat
you haven’t spoken to wendy or the others since the incident
just because they’re assholes and u don’t really,.,., like assholes??
“ugh, i’m so glad you made it! look, the girls and i just wanted to give you an apology.”
“well it’s not me you should be apologising to” you raise a brow
wendy scoffs playfully “well it’s not like kim namjoon would be at this party. you can just apologise to him for us or something!”
suddenly namjoon yanks you down so that you’re sitting on his leg
his arm slithers around your waist and your arm hangs loosely around his neck
“wendy! so nice to see you again!” before you get the chance to say anything namjoon offers the three girls a charming smile
.,,.,.god his teeth are literally perfect
wendy’s brows furrow in confusion
“see you agai- wait, namjoon?” she gawks and you feel a twinge of anger when her eyes graze him from his head to his toes
lisa and jisoo exchange glances before murmuring things to each other
you catch a glimpse of lisa staring at namjoon as if he were a piece of mEat
the AUDACITY of these girls
she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth before her right eye drops in a wink
namjoon sighs
“you alright, lisa? is there something in your eye? you’re blinking weird. and jisoo - i see a widdle piece of lettuce in your teeth.”
the two girls’ faces flush bright red and you press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing
wendy shakes her head “you- wow, you clean up nice…”
“wish i could say the same for you.” he pouts and reaches out to pinch her cheek “you’re looking a little red… maybe the stick up your ass is causing tension?” he suggests and props his chin up on your shoulder
woW
breaking news: wendy has just been COMPleteLY obliterated
“wow… whatever.”
you remain silent as the three girls immediately whiP around and head in the other direction
“…do you think i should go and apologise?” namjoon suggests sheepishly and you turn to look at him
“if anything i think you should’ve taken it farther”
“and this is why i like u”
“i know” you raise your fist and namjoon laughs before bumping his fist against yours “now, c’mon - let’s get you a spicy blackberry margarita”
okay
so
about two hours have passed
you and joon have been hanging out at the bar mostly
jimin keeps testing new drinks on the two of you
both of you have an ample amount of alcohol flowing through your veins
and now you’re on the couch because the bar was getting too busy
and uh
you’ve always been a affectionate!drunk and namjoon is now realising this
“what’s gotten into you?” namjoon laughs after you rub your nose against his before pulling away to give him a lil kith
“just loving on my boyfrienD” you giggle and wrap his arm around your shoulder before nuzzling against him
in the background you hear the commotion of people getting excited because jungkook’s gone and volunteered himself for body shots
you very faintly see min yoongi and the random thought of that water girl job pops into your head
namjoon takes the red plastic cup away from you “mhm, i think that’s enough for you, missy”
“namjOoooOn” you immediately make grabby hands for your cup and namjoon holds it away from you so that you can’t reach it
you’re practically stretched out on his lap trying to grab it
you huff and roll your eyes “well noW what am i going to do to pass the time”
spoiler alert: u somehow persuade joon into a make-out session on the couch (it was pretty easy and u had good points “everyone’s over in the kitchen doing body shots and also u look super hot tonight”)
you pull away from namjoon and take your bottom lip in between your teeth “…you wanna get outta here?”
“you need to learn how to be more patient” namjoon laughs when you squirm your way in between him and his front door
it’s hard to unlock the door when you’re pressing kisses to his neck aNd tugging at his shirt at the same time
“you need to learn how to find your damn keyS” you groan and tug at his belt
the moment namjoon unlocks the door he pushes you in and the keys clatter to the ground
“now look who needs to learn how to be patient” you squeal when he lifts you up in one swift movement and wraps your legs around his waist
“it’s still you” namjoon murmurs against your mouth and you bite down on his lip in retaliation
he grins and squeezes the underside of your thigh causing you to giggle
“stoP i’m ticklish there” you murmur and namjoon raises a brow
you pull away and jab a finger into his chest “don’t even thiNK about it”
“i have no idea what you’re talking about” namjoon shrugs innocently as he begins the small trek to the bedroom
you don’t know how he hasn’t dropped you yet
like ya you knew he was strong but you didn’t know he was thiS strong
your fingers wrap around his bicep and you give a testing squeeze and you feel a ziP of heat down there when he flexes underneath your fingers
o fuk
you fall onto the mattress and it bounces under your weight and the next thing you know namjoon is hovering over you
“c’mere, you” namjoon breathes out and leans down to press his plump lips against yours
he grunts when you roll your hips against his and let out a whimper
frick
he wants to hear you make more noises for him
“wait wait wait” you breathe out and pull away from joon
“what’s wrong?” namjoon sits up immediately
what did he do???? o god
he fucked up what did he DO
you reach over to the bedside table and namjoon’s like ??
namjoon blinks quickly as you slip his glasses onto his face
“as much as i liked bad boy namjoon i miss my bookworm”
“do you find visual impairment sexy?” namjoon adjusts his glasses and crinkles his nose
adoraBLE
you giggle and lean in to kiss him again
namjoon jumps when he feels your hands tugging at his belt and he immediately reaches down and wraps his fingers around your wrist
“what are you doing?” he breathes out and you move down and start pressing kisses to his neck
“taking your pants off”
well like
he knOWs what you’re doing he just
he doesn’t want to like,, pressure you into doing stuff because he rly likes u and u guys haven’t been together for thAt long
“we don’t have to-“
“why? are you a virgin?” you tease and namjoon scowls playfully as you continue to undo his belt “because i can be gentle with you!”
okay
he doesn’t like this game
“maybe we should get some chocolate covered strawberries and champagne?”
you continue your little jokes even as namjoon pushes you down gently on the bed
your head flops against the pillows
“you want me to light some candles?” you giggle when namjoon gives the side of your bum a smack after peeling your leggings off and tossing them aside
“oh yeah, i love candles. i especially love those vanilla scented ones.” namjoon tilts his head before peeling his shirt off and tossing it aside
you pause in your teasing for a second to admire joon’s sun-kissed tanned god-like skin
you want to take a bite out of his biceps
“maybe we can take a bubble bath or something? to ease your nerves” you coo and poke his nose when he slots himself in between your legs and leans down with his hands on either side of your head
“that does sound nice. i’m trembling with nerves, after all” namjoon sighs and buries his face into the crook of your neck and starts pressing kisses to your skin
“don’t worry - i’ll be gentle with you” you mutter and namjoon snorts before biting down on your shoulder playfully
oh god
you’re on cloud nine right now
“oh, namjoon,” you gasp and dig your nails into the nape of his neck
your back arches against his chest when he thrusts into you again
your toes curl into the mattress
you’ve never had sex like this before
it’s a slow slow burn and you can already tell that this is the best orgasm you’re ever going to have
“you feel so good” namjoon moans lowly and his raspy voice “s-so warm n tight and you’re all mine- nngh- fuck,”
“oh my god namjoon” you whimper breathily and your finger dig into his back
namjoon brushes his lips over yours in an almost kiss as he struggles to breathe because you feel so good around him
your vocabulary is very limited at the moment just because your mind is clouded with lust and you can’t focus on anything besides namjoon namjoon namjoon
“good?” namjoon leans down and presses his forehead against yours before his hand is slithering in between your legs
“good, s-so good,” you whine and arch your back against him
he keeps at a steady pace and continues to build up the pleasure and the tingling sensation and your toes curl into the mattress
“nam-namjoon- i-i’m-“ you choke over your words as you finally fall apart beneath him his eyes are hazy with pleasure and his pupils are so dilated that they’ve basically swallowed all colour in his eyes
“i’ve got you, you’re okay,” namjoon murmurs as he starts planting soft kisses along your jawline and then down your neck
the next thing you know you’re seeing stars and you’ve officially been reduced to a trembling whimpering mess
namjoon manages four and a half more thrusts before he’s letting out a groan as his orgasm slams into him suddenly
he gives you one last kiss before rolling off of you
you immediately cuddle up to his chest and the two of you share a moment of silence where you’re just processing what the heck just happened
“…not bad for a virgin, eh?” namjoon grins and you snort against his chest before whacking his arm gently
“c’mon, i think i promised you a bubble bath”
you love your handsome boyfriend
but those thick square frames of his makes him look like such a dork (which makes you love him even more)
sometimes he leaves them on the counter because he says wearing them too much gives him migraines
and you like to take advantage of the situation
“i’m namjoon and i can’t walk five steps without tripping over my feet!” you imitate namjoon and the boys burst out into laughter and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride not only because you know your impression is spot on but it’s also funny as hell
“i’m namjoon and i keep stale candies in my pocket like a grandpa”
another round of laughter and you’re feeling good
“hey wait - where are you guys going??? i haven’t even gotten to the good ones ye-“
you jump when you feel an arm slither around your waist and suddenly you’re being pulled into a hard chest
“i’m namjoon and you’re in big trouble when we get off from work today”
boyfriends usually find it sexy when their girlfriends wear an article of their clothing
and sure you’ve stolen a couple of joonie’s tees and hoodies and he thinks you look adorable drowning in his clothes
but nothing gets him going more than seeing you wear his glasses
especially when you wear them while you’re riding him
you know that saying
gentleman on the streets but freak in the sheets
namjoon is the epitome of that saying
“nNgh- na- namjoon! ah, joon, fuck-“ namjoon’s glasses slide down until they’re on the tip of your nose and namjoon groans at the sight
his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and he bucks his hips making you cry out in pleasure
“fuck, look at you, falling apart on my cock - oh, you like it when i talk to you like this? naughty little girl” he reaches up to grasp your chin and presses his lips against yours
in conclusion: nothing gets him going more than seeing you wear his glasses
namjoon’s pretty proud of the fact that he gave you a new appreciation for books
because you’re reading a new book like eveRy week which is great
but now he’s starting to think that you might like books more than you like him
and he’s not typically the kind of person who whines because he thinks whining is annoying and won’t get you anywhere
but you are turning him into a whiney person because of your new infatuation with books
“joon, stop,” you scowl and push him away when he rests his head on your shoulder and starts reading along with you
you like to read alone and he knows that but he likes being near you!!!!!!! and you’ve been silent for like an hour!!!!!! and he misses your voice!!!!! so SUE HIM
“but you’ve been reading for an hour and i’m bored” namjoon pouts and slumps down on the desk
you look down at him and your heart flutters at how cute he looks with his pillowy lips in a pout and his cheek squished against the desk
“well let me finish reading a couple more chapt-“
“a couple more?!” namjoon squawks and gets the attention of some people sitting near the counter
“-and then i’m all yours! it’s just getting to the good part. i don’t bother you when you’re working!”
“because when i’m working, you’re working too! and you actually interAct with me when we work” namjoon grumbles and sits up before grabbing a random book and flipping through it angrily
“well i’m taking a break”
“yEAh like your fifth break in two hours”
“watch the attitude mister”
“u watch youR attitude” namjoon huffs before wheeling back to his side of the counter
he turns and gives you his best angry-looking face and you snort before putting your book down because he looks like an angry puppy
you wheel over to him and rest your cheek on his shoulder and namjoon shakes you off
“have i not been giving you enough attention, hm?” you coo and link your arm with his before grabbing his hand
namjoon doesn’t respond and continues to click on the laptop but he doesn’t let go of your hand
it’s time to pull out
the biG GUNS
you immediately smoosh your lips against his cheek and assault him with kisses and namjoon can’t help but break out into a giggle
this is all he needs to stay happy!!! just kiSs him a couple times a hour and he won’t be whiney anymore
it’s not that hARD TO DO
he reaches up to cup your face and leans in to give you a soft peck before pointing to the book that you abandoned for him
“go and finish reading… bOokworm”
namjoon typically is very gentle when it comes to pretty much everything
when he’s rebinding books he does it with such delicacy and precision so that a page is never out of place
when he’s dusting shelves his wrist flicks so subtlety as to not knock any books over
when he holds your hand he intertwines your fingers with his and it makes you feel soft and cozy on the inside
but the namjoon that is currently in between your legs is not the same namjoon
and you love it
you gasp as namjoon’s fingers dig into the meat of your inner thighs to keep you planted firmly against the bed as you try to buck your hips
“joon, i c-can’t-“ you whimper and squirm underneath him
“yes you can, i know you can,” namjoon purrs and presses a kiss to your inner thigh before leaning down and burying his face in between your legs
he’s already made you cum twice with his fingers alone and now he wants to make you cum with his mouth
“nO namjoon please-“ you mewl and bury your fingers in his hair before yanking “please i need you so bad”
as much as namjoon would like to spend the rest of the day with his face buried in between your legs he knows you’re not going to last much longer so he’ll show some mercy
also he’s like buSting out of his pants so he needs to relieve himself too
#selfcare2k19
namjoon sighs before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand
he can’t help but smirk at the sight of you flopped on his bed with your hair in a halo around your head and your cheeks are flushed and your lips are swollen and your eyes are glassy
all because of him
“only because you’ve been such a good girl”
“i- oh!”
namjoon flips you over onto your stomach in one quick motion “and you’re going to continue being a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
you hear the gentle tinkering of his belt and the shuffling of his pants and you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation
you nod quickly and prop yourself up onto your forearms
namjoon chuckles when you squirm and wiggle your bum against him “patience, jagi”
“i’ve been patient” you murmur into the crook of your elbow and namjoon smacks the side of your bum in warning
your eyes flicker up when you see namjoon’s hand reach out to grip onto the headboard
his other hand is on your hip and you freeze when you feel him easing himself in slowly
he starts off slow to let you adjust
but the moment you give him the green light
all hell breaks loose
namjoon begins fucking into you at a merciless pace and you can’t help but mewl and moan underneath him
you feel like your body isn’t even attached to your minD right now because you’ve never felt pleasure like this before
namjoon stays silent apart from his heavy breathing and the occasional grunt and if that’s not the sexiest sound in the entire world you don’t know what the hell is
“tell me who’s making you feel this good” namjoon growls into your ear and gives you a particularly hard thrust
“y-you, you are, i-i, oh god, namjoon-!“ you gasp and bury your head in the pillows
“up, baby” he warns you and wraps his arm under your stomach as he pulls you and straightens you out
your arms are shaking underneath you as you hold yourself up and namjoon leans down to press a kiss to the back of your neck
and then he’s placing his palm on the small of your back and continuing to push himself into you as deep as he possibly can
your orgasm practically obliterates your body when it finally comes
spots dot your vision and your fingers dig into the mattress and namjoon’s name continues to slip past your lips over and over again
you spasm uncontrollably around namjoon and that triggers his own orgasm because hoLy fuck you’re so warm and tight and-
namjoon pulls out and you feel splatters on the swell of your ass and you hear him groaning lowly as he finally relieves himself
you have no idea what’s happening
all you hear is white noise
all you feel are tingles up and down your spine
“you did such a good job, baby” you weren’t even aware that namjoon left to go to the washroom and now he’s cleaning you up with a warm rag “such a good girl for me” he coos and presses a kiss to your shoulder before he flips you over gently so that you’re on your back
he leans down to give you a sweet peck before nudging his nose against yours
honestly.,,.,. get u a man who can do both
“y/n!”
you look up from your phone and namjoon’s holding up the cataloguing notebook with a raised brow
“purple glitter pen??? seriously??” he says in a verY unimpressed manner
your eyes flicker over to the sheet before you look back at your frustrated boyfriend
“…you said you didn’t want me to use pink so i used purple”
namjoon suppresses a groan and pinches the bridge of his nose
some things never change
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Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com: Sleepless in Seattle 3/3
Rating: G (But the rest of the stories in Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com are rated T)
Can also be read on Ao3
Tagging: @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kmomof4 @jennjenn615 @kday426 @teamhook @bethacaciakay @shipsxahoy @shady-swan-jones @tiganasummertree @artistic-writer @cat-sophia @hollyethecurious @coliferoncer @thejacketandthehook @dassala @branlovestowrite @allofdafandoms-blog @flslp87 @pocket-anon @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @winterbaby89 @onceuponaprincessworld
Some people might call Killian Jones an overprotective parent. His daughter Alice would probably agree. But Killian always argued that he had to be. For one, he was all Alice had now. For another, he knew all too well what kind of darkness lurked in the world. Alice saw it full of joy and possibility; and he would do all he could to allow her to continue to believe that.
Which was why he panicked slightly to hear a male voice talking to his daughter at their front door. He picked up his pace coming down the stairs, and even when he saw that it was just the mail carrier, he didn’t slow down.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?” he demanded in his sternest voice. Okay, so maybe he was a little on the overprotective side, but when did the mail ever get hand-delivered to their door? “Alice, how many times have I told you to let me answer the door?”
Alice completely ignored his apparent panic attack. “Look at all these letters, Papa!”
The mail carrier shoved another fat stack of letters bound with rubber bands into Killian’s chest and beat a hasty retreat. Killian’s brow rose as he looked at the letters that he could scarcely juggle to the equally large stack in Alice’s arms. A fat packet fell to the floor and Alice bent to retrieve them, almost losing hold of the ones clutched against her chest. They made their way to the kitchen island and dumped them on top. As the loose ones fanned out across the formica, Killian spied postmarks from all over the country, and some from even farther away. Alice reached for one in a pink envelope and tore into it.
“Dear Sleepless in Seattle,” she read, “you’re the sexiest man I ever laid ears on.” She rolled her eyes, tossing the letter over her shoulder. “Yuck, that one’s a no.”
“Wait,” Killian said, slashing his hand through the air, “these are all addressed to Sleepless in Seattle?”
“Uh huh,” Alice said distractedly as she opened another letter. “This one sent a picture.”
She waved it in her father’s face, and Killian snatched it. Who knew what type of photographs these women had sent? He glanced at it, then let out a sigh of relief.
“She looks old,” Alice commented as she wrinkled her nose.
“She looks like my primary school teacher - “ he paused dramatically then gave the picture another glance, making his eyes bug out exaggeratedly, “Wait a second! She is my primary school teacher!”
Alice dissolved into giggles, and before she could reach for another letter, Killian unceremoniously began to slide all of them into the trashcan. Some missed the bin and went fluttering to the floor. He couldn’t expose Alice to God knew what might be in these missives. One that landed on his boot had lipstick marks on it. He kicked it aside, snatched it, then shoved it into the trash with the others.
“Papa!” Alice cried. “What are you doing? Your soul mate could be in there!”
“No, Alice, she’s not!”
“How do you know?”
“Because this isn’t how it happens.”
“Then how does it happen?”
Killian shrugged. “You . . . meet someone, and you feel this . . . spark.”
A sly grin filled Alice’s face. “You mean like when that lady ran into you at the airport?”
“Lady?”
Alice rolled her eyes. “Papa, please, you stood there staring at her with your mouth hanging open.”
Killian sighed and rested his elbows on the countertop. “Alice, listen, sometimes a person is attracted to someone, yes, but that doesn’t mean it will be the way it was with your mom. If I do this -” he lifted his palm when Alice eagerly retrieved a letter he’d missed beneath the stool she was perched on “and by this I mean date, not go through these ridiculous letters. If I date, I may need to sort of . . . try a few ladies on for size. See if they fit with our little family here. It may not be the fairy tale you’re imagining. Can you understand that, Starfish?”
Alice chewed on her bottom lip. “But if it’s true love . . .”
Killian groaned and massaged his brow. “Let’s drop this topic, shall we?” He turned to the kitchen pantry. “What do you say about spaghetti for dinner?”
Alice didn’t respond, instead surreptitiously opening the letter she had retrieved from the floor. But when she scanned the first lines, she gasped. “Papa!” She jumped from her stool and dashed across the kitchen waving the letter in her hand. “Papa, listen to this: Dear Killian and Alice, Hi. My name is Henry. I’m ten. My mom should be writing this letter, but I know she won’t do it. So I’m writing instead. This may sound weird, but – were you at Boston Airport a few days after Christmas? Cause I think my mom may have run into you – like seriously. Ran into you. Did you hear that Papa? The lady from the airport!!!”
Killian exited the pantry with a box of noodles in his hand. “Let me see that.” With narrowed eyes, he scanned the letter himself. “She’s blonde and has green eyes. I think she liked you, Mr. Killian. We also heard you on the radio. I don’t really know what else to say. I guess I’m asking if you could write back? To my mom, I mean. Or you could write to me too. I don’t mind. Your friend (I hope), Henry Swan.”
”See Papa, see?” Alice squealed, jumping up and down and pulling on her father’s arm. “I was right! Bumping into that lady was fate! You have to write back.”
Killian shook his head. “I can’t, Starfish.”
Alice frowned. “Why not?”
“A grown man can’t start writing letters to a ten-year-old boy. His mother would be livid, and rightfully so.”
“Then write to her,” Alice said with a shrug. “You have her name now, and her address.”
“Aye, I do,” Killian told his daughter, pointing at the envelope on the table. “Boston, Massachusetts, Alice, do you have any idea how far away that is from Seattle?”
Alice tilted her head. “A long plane ride?”
“American schools,” Killian muttered, shaking his head as he went over to the set of maps he’d put up above the kitchen table. He pulled down the one of the US. If she wasn’t going to learn geography or how to read a map at school, he was bloody well teaching her himself. “Now, where’s Seattle?”
Alice gave him a withering look, but pointed at the northwest coast anyway.
“And where’s Boston?”
“Somewhere . . .” she gestured vaguely to the right side of the map, “over there?”
“Aye, somewhere over there, here specifically,” he jabbed his finger at the coast of Massachusetts, “there’s what, two? Five? Eight? About two dozen states between here and there.”
“But Uncle Liam and Aunt Elsa are there!” Alice was raising her voice now, and Killian was losing his patience.
“Alice, I’m not answering a letter from a kid like some sick pedophile!”
“What’s a pedophile?”
“It’s a . . a, um . . . “ he rubbed his brow wearily, then bent down to look Alice in the eye. “That’s not important, Starfish, you’ve just got to trust me. Forget this letter. Okay?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, glared at him for a minute, then burst into tears. She turned and stomped up the stairs. “I hate you!” she yelled as she fled.
He collapsed onto the kitchen stool and dropped his head into his hands. Moments like this, he missed Milah more than ever.
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Dear Henry,
You can probly tell this is Alice. I tride to get Papa to right write but he said no. He did run into your Mum. I think he liked her. Can you get her to write?
Your new friend Alice
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Dear Alice,
I showed Mom your letter. She got mad that I wrote. We had a pretty bad fight about it. I think she was still mad about what I said to Walsh though. But he really did screech like a monkey when he saw that spider! My mom hates spiders, so I had to kill it. Oh, I guess you don’t know. My mom is engaged to Walsh. Yuck! Would your dad kill a spider? Or just stand there screaming? I don’t want Walsh to be my dad. He doesn’t even like me. Anyway, could you write back at least?
Your friend,
Henry
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Dear Henry,
Of corse I can write! Walsh sounds awful. My Papa is very brave, and he is a good papa to me. I think he would like you. What is Boston like? Do you live by the sea? Papa says the sea com cam calms him. Owr house is right by the water. I like to draw, so I will draw a pikcher of our house and send it with my letter.
Your friend, Alice
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Dear Alice,
Your drawing was really good! I can’t draw, but I like to write stories. Walsh laughed about one of my stories and called it “cute”. I was so mad! Mom says he’s trying, but I know he’s only nice to me because he wants to marry her. You have to help me stop the wedding! Are you sure your dad won’t write? Walsh wants to take us to New York City for Valentine’s Day, but he won’t even take me to the Empire State Building. He says its too crowded. I hate him! All he wants to do is take my mom to Tiffany’s and do mushy stuff with her. Yuck!
Your friend,
Henry
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Dear Henry,
We are both in tons of trouble! We have to get our parents together somehow. Papa had a date with this awful witch named Zelena. I am NOT kidding. I think she may really be a witch. She cakels cackles like a witch. She came to our house with tons of bags like she was goin to stay for a million years. She tryed to kiss my Papa too, but I screamed. Yes, I was spying OK? Papa and I will be in New York City on Valentine’s Day too! I got in a art comphu comp contest. Get your mum to The Empire State Bilding at sunset that day. I’ll get Papa there!
Your friend, Alice
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Emma punched the elevator button so hard she was surprised she didn’t break it. When the numbers above the door still didn’t light up fast enough, she slammed both palms against it.
“Emma,” Walsh said, laying a hand over one of hers, “calm down. Just call the cops and let them deal with this.”
“What?” Emma snapped turning all her fury on her fiancé. “Are you fucking kidding me? My kid is missing!”
Walsh had the audacity to roll his eyes, and Emma almost punched him. “We both know where he went. He wouldn’t shut up about the stupid Empire State Building. I told you to do something about his attitude. He whines like a toddler. And now when we’re supposed to be having a romantic dinner -”
Walsh’s words were cut off when Emma’s fist connected with his jaw. He hit the floor before he had even processed anything. The engagement ring he had purchased that morning at Tiffany’s pinged off his forehead.
“Consider the wedding cancelled, asshole.”
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“Henry! Henry!” relief flooded through Emma when she found Henry sitting on the ground next to a telescope on the observation deck. His cheeks were wet with tears, and Emma held him as close as she could in trembling arms.
“I thought they would come Mom,” he sobbed against her shoulder.
“Who Henry? You thought who would come?” she asked as she pulled back to look him in the eye. She tenderly wiped his cheeks with her thumbs.
“Alice and Killian. It was my last hope. To keep you from marrying that awful Walsh. He’s so wrong for you Mom, I couldn’t -”
Emma shook her head and pulled Henry close again. “Oh kid, I’m so sorry. Walsh is history. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I thought you needed a traditional family. The white picket fence, and the dog, and -”
“I’ll take a dog!”
They both laughed as they pulled apart. Emma massaged her son’s shoulders. “I haven’t screwed up too much, have I?”
“That depends?” Henry said teasingly, cocking his head. “Is Walsh really history?”
Emma nodded firmly. “With a broken jaw to prove it.”
Henry’s eyes grew wide in awe. “Sweet.”
Emma laughed. “And I threw the ring at his head.”
Henry gave her a fist bump. As Emma stood and tousled his hair, her son’s eyes grew wide. Emma turned, and her own jaw dropped.
“It’s . . . you,” the man before her gasped.
Emma blinked as she took him in: the same man from the airport. At his side was the same little blonde girl, her grin as wide as a cheshire cat.
“It’s me,” Emma replied, a tiny smile flitting at the corner of her mouth. In the rational part of Emma’s brain, the words made no sense. But in some other part of her, they made all the sense in the world.
“Hey Alice,” Henry piped up.
“Hi, Henry!” the little girl replied.
The handsome man in front of her arched a brow. The motion brought attention to his sparkling blue eyes. He ran his hand along his jaw, and Emma followed the movement, appreciating the stubble there.
“It seems our children have been corresponding.”
His accent made Emma’s stomach flip. Her half smile tilted up further.
“Is that so?”
“Aye,” he said, dropping his hand from his face and extending it to her, “so I feel I ought to introduce myself. Killian Jones.”
Emma swallowed at a sudden lump in her throat. Sleepless in Seattle. Just as Henry had said. She took his offered hand.
“Emma Swan.”
The elevator operator announced that the observation deck was closing.
“Shall we?” Killian asked.
Emma could only smile and nod in response. He had yet to let go of her hand, and in that simple touch, she felt it. Magic.
As the elevator doors closed, Alice and Henry looked first at their parents, then at each other with huge grins on their faces. Operation Sleepless Swan was a success.
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“I’m Marcia Fieldstone live from Chicago on this Christmas Eve. I have some very special guests in my studio today. Many of you may remember last year when I spoke with a little girl named Alice whose Christmas wish was a wife for her Papa. Alice, can you tell us what happened just yesterday?”
“My Papa got married!”
“That’s wonderful, Alice. And listeners, I have here also the woman who has made this wish come true. Emma, it is so wonderful for you to join us.”
“Thank you, Marcia, it’s my pleasure. I was actually listening last Christmas when Alice called you”
“And did you imagine that you would be here a year later as a mother to Alice and a wife to Killian?”
“No, Marcia, I didn’t.”
“Well, I want to turn now to Sleepless in Seattle himself. Killian, last year I asked you what you loved about your first wife. What made you fall in love with Emma?”
“Well, just like last year, I would say it’s so many, many things. This amazing woman next to me, who I now am honored to call my wife, is feisty and determined. I have yet to see her fail. I never thought I could get over losing my wife, until I met Emma. Never thought I could love again. But the moment I touched Emma’s hand – no, before that – the moment she crashed into me, I knew.”
“What did you know, Killian?”
“Magic. Dr. Fieldstone. True love. That’s what I’ve found with Emma.”
“Well, listeners, it’s wonderful to report a dream come true for the holidays. Before I open the phone lines, it is our wish that you and yours will find magic as well on this Christmas Eve.”
Dr. Fieldstone pushed a button and the radio switched to a commercial. She motioned for Emma, Killian, and Alice to remove their headphones and exit the studio. Outside, Henry was waiting for them. He grabbed Alice’s hand, telling her about free cookies and cocoa, and the pair ran down the hallway. Emma stopped her husband with a hand to his elbow. When he turned towards her, she draped her arms around his neck.
“I love you, Mr. Jones,” she told him with a flirtatious smile.
“And I love you, Mrs. Jones.”
He bent his head and kissed Emma thoroughly. Emma’s hands drifted upward to tangle in his hair. The magic that coursed from his lips was so strong she was surprised the lights didn’t flicker. When they parted, Killian pressed his forehead to hers.
“Let’s go home, love.”
She smiled up at him, brushing one more kiss across his lips. “Yes. Let’s go home for Christmas.”
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For the Brave of Heart
A Modern Art Student Steve AU
Steve Rogers/Reader
Word Count: 2,691
Warnings: None
A/N: This is a sweet little character study of sorts I suppose that I wrote to cheer myself up as an artist. I thought other’s might find some comfort in it as well. I would be more than happy to write more of this if it peaks anyone’s interest!
Summary:
“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way to make life more bearable. Practicing art no matter how good or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”- Kurt Vonnegut
It was one of those perfect rare weekends. The one's Steve prayed for every week since the first month of the semester had passed: a weekend where his favorite on campus studio would be miraculously empty. By some divine grace his fellow art majors would decide to procrastinate and finally decide to leave it well enough alone to party and in doing so leave him and his canvases to exist in peace.
He gave a deep sigh of contentment; the weight of the boar bristle brush in his hand like an anchor for his relaxation as he gracefully swept it across the clean surface of a freshly stretched canvas, the smell of the oil paints and Liquin an earthy comfort. If Steve could successfully do this for the rest of his life he would without a doubt be a happy man. He relished the feeling, the comfortable isolation, he didn't mind painting around others but there was truly something so special about the graceful dance between a perfectly channeled piece and it's vessel without an ounce of distraction to cause a misstep.
Time seemed to slip away, so much so he'd apparently been far too entranced in his work to notice the other quiet presence in the room, making itself known through the sound of running water. He turned quickly to spot the source of the sound near the paint splattered sink. There filling up an old yogurt container of water stood a girl, over-sized sweater sleeves rolled up to her elbows, worn jeans flecked with the ghosts of old paint. He'd never seen her before, at least he'd never seen her in class before, and he wondered now who this stranger was to intrude on his perfect weekend.
He carefully turned back to diddle with his canvas as he watched her walk to one of the few tables in the far end of the room. A pad of large paper, two containers of water, small tubes of paint, a shallow pallet, and delicate looking brushes were sprawled out in a familiar but chaotic arrangement on the table. She dipped one of the brushes in the water and wet a small glob of paint in the pallet, practically caressing the paper as her hand glided seemingly upon it.
“You know my mother always said it was very rude to stare” she said in an almost laughing but quiet tone, voice startling Steve from his observations. Her eyes never left her work.
Steve cleared his throat in an attempt to reset his thoughts, “I-I'm sorry I just thought I was alone.” He felt his face heat up in the embarrassment of being caught, thinking he'd been quiet stealthy.
She gave a small knowing smile, “Sorry for intruding on the trance pal. You honestly looked a million miles away I didn't think you would mind a little company.”
“I don't, just rare to get a day alone in here so taking advantage of the solitude is a luxury. Usually everyone else is finishing up assignments in here but I guess the latest Stark frat party peaked everyone's interest enough to ditch homework for one weekend” he said with a shrug. Steve turned back to his canvas and began to add another layer to background of his painting. The soft robin's egg blue calming his strange nerves.
“You not one for Stark parties? No offense but I was honestly a little surprised to walk in here and see a guy like you. You know? Built, blonde, a little...jock-ish? I've never seen you around before” she said, lips quirked in a thinking position.
He couldn't help but give a small laugh. Steve was used to being misjudged for the jock type but it still gave him a strange little satisfaction to surprise people when he'd say he was a visual arts major. And that's precisely what he did.
“Actually I'm an art major. Haven't played a sport long term since junior year of high school. I haven't seen you round here either. What's a girl like you doing around here...you know...normal-ish?”
She caught the tinge of sarcasm at the end of the sentence, it got a quirked eyebrow out of her. “Oh so you aren't too off the frat boy type then huh? Just gonna assume all art chicks have to be weird, the 'I worship Ginsberg on the weekends and watch Woody Allen movies' (Which by the way, YUCK) types?”
He liked her little bite back, it was charming and frankly he wasn't minding this intrusion too much now. “Well seeing as I've never seen you around here, and all I usually see in class are girls draped in black turtlenecks with 3 empty coffee cups around them trying to replicate some abstract expressionist piece, then yeah you kinda stick out from the weird norm. I hate cliches but sometimes they're very real.”
A cute little snort came from her corner of the room, Steve looked up to see her grinning, eyes closed as she shook her head in amusement. The paintbrush in her hand hovering above the paper finally, a strange little sense of pride swelling up in his chest knowing he had broken her focus just as she had his. He went back to his work again, a small satisfied grin on his face as he laid the outline of the figure he had in mind in a rich brown.
It went comfortably silent for a moment. He took another peak at her, arms slightly crossed, brush still in one hand, she looked at him with an amused smile, face seeming to think something over. She began to walk over to him and he felt the tinge of a thrill.
“My name's (Y/n), (Y/n) (y/ln)” she said, sticking out her hand for a shake. Steve couldn't help but notice the small stain of crimson pigment on one of her fingertips, a charmed grin gracing his features at it.
“I'm Steve, Steve Rogers” he replied, his much larger warm hand meeting hers in introduction. A touch of robin egg blue streaking along the skin of one of his knuckles. She found herself trying to rub it away with her thumb, the action not registering as awkward to her. The oil of the paint feeling cold and slick against her finger. She looked up to find a unfairly radiant smile on his face, a scalding heat crawled up to grace her cheeks at it.
“Shit, sorry! Habit I guess” she said shaking the daze from her head. Truly a smile that dashing could cloud a girls brain. He gave a rumbling chuckle and she hated to admit it but it made her knees a little weak too. They both looked down to realize they hand't ended the hand shake and awkwardly took back their hands with nervous giggles.
“So (y/n) why exactly haven't I seen you around here before?” he asked to break the growing tension. The art building was a sea of all kinds of people yet Steve had honestly never seen her in the two years he'd spent walking and working within it's walls.
“I don’t know, just started coming here recently. The art building I mean. I made the fool hardy decision to change majors at the last minute before starting this year. Imagine spending a full year studying medicine just to realize you weren't doing it because you wanted to. My parents sure weren't pleased to know I traded pediatrics for paintbrushes” she said, rubbing at her neck in what Steve considered a completely understandable sense of anxiety.
“Yeah most people would probably call it a little foolish,” he said with a nod only to have that god awful familiar sense of dread start to cling on to her insides, “BUT if you ask me, doing what you really want in life is pretty damn brave and art ma'am, art is for the brave of heart.” A sweet sincerity swam in the pools of his blue eyes as she looked up in surprise. Jesus Christ, he was trying to kill her wasn't he?
“Thanks Steve,” her voice sounding a little wobbly, “I haven't really talked to anyone about it much since the change. As you can imagine the feedback wasn't so nice. 'Oh (y/n) why are you wasting your life like that!? How are you gonna make a living!?' You know the same old shit. My parents have wanted for me to be a doctor since I could walk.” It really did mean a lot to her to know someone understood. Months had gone by with her feeling alone in the decision. She had felt so sure of it initially but it was hard to shake the negativity it had caused to befall her and had ultimately started filling her with doubt. Until now that is...
“I get it. Came from a military family myself. You could basically say I was raised to be a soldier. Dad served during the Gulf war and I followed along thinking I had this legacy to maintain after he'd died when I was 10,” he explained with a far away look in his eyes it was as if a former Steve was speaking, “Decided to break the cycle after my last tour. I started to realize I didn't agree with the ideas running around at the time people were joining for either. The whole sentiment of nationalism and othering after 9/11, it wasn't right. I decided I couldn't continue to be a part of that. My old military friends tried to convince me to stay but I couldn't. I decided I was done and made my life about me. Not some ghost of a legacy I had no obligation to continue.”
The air had gone still suddenly. Maybe the over sharing had taken it's toll or perhaps the heavy look on Steve's face had invited a thick cloud of sadness around them with a history left unspoken and lingering in the air. She reached out a hand and placed it lightly on his shoulder, the small touch grounding Steve again as he shook his head. He felt suddenly embarrassed to have droned on about something a little too heavy during an initial conversation. But looking at her now he saw nothing but calm empathy grace her features.
“God I'm sorry. Talk about over sharing” he blurted out. Her hand fell to grasp his in a comforting gesture. “Hey it's fine. Seems like the two of us have a lot of things we need to let out" she said with a scrunch of her nose to lighten the mood. She let her hand fall back to her side, the other pushing the paintbrush she had been gripping the whole conversation behind one ear. “You might be right about that. Anyway change of subject!” he said with a clap.
“Do you mind...if I look at what you're working on?” he asked sheepishly. A bright smile beamed at him, the dark cloud dissipating with it. “Not at all! I was about to ask the same honestly.” she answered. They walked over to the smooth black table her tools still lay waiting for her.
Upon the stark white of the watercolor paper was the beginnings of a portrait in bright crimson, the face's basic features already set in place, highlights and shadows waiting to accentuate the makeup of whoever it was meant to be. Steve wondered how long time had passed for her to have done so much already without him ever having noticed her come in, let alone work. He realized she must have been considerately silent as not to bother him. Her control of the lines within the features of her subject were mesmerizing, the thinness of the closed line of the mouth, the thick line of a brow, charming his eyes as they studied the piece.
“Well (y/n) I'd say trading in those biology courses for watercolors was a wise choice. I mean I know its the bare bones right now but this is already fantastic.” His fingers lightly grazed the small bundle of brushes laying beside her pallet as he spoke, their bristles soft as silk. It was funny he thought, the difference between their mediums and tools. His brushes were anything but small and delicate, they were hefty and a little coarse with use and cleanings in solvent. He hated to think so cornily but it was like a mirror for the two people in the room.
“Thank you so much Steve, you're sweet! Now,” she said in a bright tone, “Let's see what you're working with.” She glided over to where Steve had set up his easel and canvas. He stayed a few steps behind her and the work station, feeling a little self conscious suddenly. A smile was plastered on her face as her eyes scanned every inch of the canvas. The brightness of the blue reflected in her black pupils.
“Jeesh I shoulda’ bothered you a good while ago. Could've gotten some tips. This is falcon isn't it?” She said giving him a radiant and genuinely curious look. If Steve hadn't known better he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat at the sun she had for a face looking up at him. He could practically hear the questions churning through her head too.
“Yeah. Its for a friend. One of the few military buddies I got left, Sam. He actually goes to school here for child psychiatry. It's his birthday in a few weeks so I thought he might like it.” He came to stand next to her now that his insecurity had washed away.
“He'll love it. You really have control of that paint. I tried oils once when I was younger. I found it so hard to manage their consistency, let alone figuring out how to blend them without making them look like a streaky mess. You blend so beautifully I'm jealous. Those layers of feathers are going to look so realistically fluffy and beautiful when you go in for the details.” Her eyes fell between the blue of his eyes and the piercing ones of his falcon as she spoke.
“You know for someone who hasn't taken art classes you got the lingo and a little experience under your belt so it seems” he said, a little glint of pride in his eyes at her compliments. He noticed the encouraged and determine smile that began to blossom on her lips at his comment, it was honestly ridiculously endearing.
“Self teaching can go a long way if you want it to...” her eyes began to scan the wall across from her, her face struck with panic as her eyes landed on the clock across the ways of the studio, “Shit is it really 4 already!? I was supposed to meet with a friend to study for one of my core classes like 20 minutes ago! Fuck, I gotta go, sorry Steve!” She moved at a break-neck speed to pack up her things. The pad of watercolor paper delicately and slowly closed unlike her others things and slipped into her portfolio bag like a precious gem. The gentleness of the action made Steve smile.
It suddenly dawned on him that the second she left the room he may never see her again, his chest began to tighten with what he assumed was sadness, looking back down at his canvas in worry. He probably had never seen her before because she'd been in introductory art courses whilst he'd moved on to more advanced ones, clearly their schedules hadn't allowed for a crossing of paths either. She was about half way through the door way before he could turn and stop her. He watched her old boot take it's last step out the door and sighed. He sunk down on the stool he'd been using to sit and paint on not glancing at the spot she'd occupied.
But when he'd finally looked up, a little tent of white paper called to him against the black of the table. He walked over a little faster then he cared to admit and picked it up. There written on a scrap of paper, to his great relief, where she'd clearly been testing out her color mixtures in simultaneously neat but illusive handwriting was a note and a number:
It was great meeting you today Steve!
Call me, we can get coffee, tea, what a cliche..WHATEVER...let's discuss method sometime ;)
-(y/n)
Steve couldn’t stop the grin on his face from reaching unbelievable proportions.
Yep, it really was a perfect weekend and he would definitely be praying for more just like them to share with another brave heart...
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