#the biggest thing is that. people act so overly familiar with me by calling me jess in asks and comments and acting like they know me
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I’m asking. Which Pike trait draws you in the most and why? Feel free to talk about more than one.
I think the biggest things are that he wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s vulnerable without sacrificing his professionalism or command of his crew. He’s humble and nurturing, and has an overactive sense of self sacrifice.
There are captains who bottle things up and act as though they have sacrifice making personal connections (beyond what they already have) as the burden of being captain (Picard, Janeway and Burnham come to mind). While other captains are more emotional and friendly but still struggle being honest with themselves (Kirk and Sisko come to mind). He’s the first captain that feels, if not we’ll adjusted, more in tune with taking responsibility for his emotions.
The primary example that I feel sets him apart from the others being that he doesn’t just sit on the fact he saw his own death and let it fester, at least not once he’s back on duty. He tells both people cares about what he thinks will happen that he’s legally allowed to disclose it to. He didn’t have to do that technically because he outranks them, he also goes beyond even that and voiced his concerns in respect to his own command. A lot of other captains would have waited until they made a poor command decision before feeling compelled to talk about that. Somewhat grim “no one dies” speech aside. He’s an open book beyond the call of duty.
Generally, he’s principled but not so stubborn as to ignore his prejudices and shortcomings (see, learning to trust Ash), he’s open minded and uncritical so long as he’s not given reason to not be.
But it’s not just that, another trait I find extremely refreshing that I don’t think any other captain possesses paired with that self awareness that I don’t think even Sisko (the most paternal of captains aside from him) possesses. He has this sort of, aura of nurturing others that transcends familiar labels like father or older brother or teacher.
He doesn’t just deliver the moral of the episode verbally or tell his subordinates what he thinks they should do, he lives and leads by example. He nudges his crew to reach their own conclusions, not his conclusions, and he’s not afraid to tell people when he’s proud or impressed. He makes people around him want to be better because he’s a good guy, not out of exclusively respect or intimidation, he’s inspiring. He’s a captain with the soul of a teacher, no wonder he ends up instructing cadets once he’s promoted to Fleet Captain.
Which leads me to the third thing, he’s got an enthusiasm for his job and for life that is hard earned and proves resilient even after he comes to terms with a future of extreme disability that he will have to learn to adapt to.The final step that he’s already started to inch toward recognizing it not as a death, but a another, more difficult and unprecedented chapter in his life.
He is selfless and principled where other people may have fled. “You’re a Starfleet Captain, you believe in service, sacrifice, compassion, and love.” “I give my life for you you give your life for me, nobody gets left behind.” He even goes so far as to almost refuse to believe there’s another way. Memorizing the names of the kids he saves. He’s almost overly self sacrificing which is genuinely probably one of my favorite character flaws because I relate to it and produces excellent angst (and also whump low key but I’m not gonna get into that *cough cough*).
These are the biggest reasons why I love this guy and I can’t wait to see how Strange New Worlds continues to evolve him and his dynamics with other characters. It could be boiled down to the word humility but there’s so many facets to it that I couldn’t just say only that. Part of me also wants them to pull out the “evil double/possessed by malevolent space entity” stock episode and see his nature inverted and see him be scary kinda like that one Short Treks but worse, I’d eat that up.
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[ questions from this post, previously answered: 1-10, 11-20, 21-30, 31-40, 41-50, 51-60, 61-70, 71-80 ]
81-90 - DIFFERENCES
🧡 Who’s older? What’s the age difference?
i'm older by 4 years! he's 25 i'm 29 :))
🧡 Who’s taller? What’s the height difference?
he's 5'3", i'm 4'11", 4 inches difference but he acts like it's a wholeass foot 💀 i love that we're both short, he's the perfect size to wrap my arms around and vice-versa 🥰
🧡 What are your star signs? How compatible does it say you’d be?
he's leo, i'm aries, and according to many websites we are extremely compatible :)))) i love that for us
🧡 What is your MBTI? How compatible does it say you’d be?
i'm INFP, he's INTJ, which is an Odd matchup.. we're both intuitive, but he's very analytical and not nearly as emotionally-driven as i am. according to what little research i've done, this still means we can be a great match! we're both abstract thinkers who strive for self-improvement 🥰
🧡 Who’s more introverted/extroverted?
i'm like the textbook definition of introvert, he's definitely more extroverted that i am, but i wouldn't call him a straightup extrovert. we both require alone time to recharge our batteries, and we prefer either being alone, with each other, or with only a couple close friends.
🧡 Who gets the most stressed and why?
ME !!! oh my GOD me... about literally everything... and he struggles to understand why :')) sometimes i get jealous at the fact that he's not overly familiar with anxiety, like i am..
🧡 What are your biggest differences from each other?
the big one is what i've been kind of referencing in a lot of these answers: i'm driven and controlled by emotions, they're at the forefront of my mind constantly, i'm a people pleaser and i want to do good things for people. diego is logical, he looks at the facts and makes decisions based on that, and he does it without any guilt or concern about the emotional impact it might have on other people. he's also Very self-centered, while i am Not.
🧡 Who’s more romantically experienced?
HE IS LOL... dude has been through several relationships, he's a romantic at his core despite his cocky attitude... but i Love romance and have always wanted it, so i'm thankful he immediately knew what to bring to the table :'))
🧡 Are you guys more overprotective and jealous? Or are you chill with others around your partner(s)
we're very protective, but we want each other to have social circles outside of our relationship! he has friends from university, i have friends from various places in my life, there's no distrust or concern at all. the only time the jealousy/protective nature might jump out is if we're both out together and someone flirts with either one of us.. OH diego also gets Very protective if someone has attitude with me, because he knows i'm not the type to stand my ground. he'll do it for me (and it's hot when he does)
🧡 If you were in high school together, what cliques would you have been in? Would you have gotten along then?
omg... i wasn't even part of the "loner" group, i was SO much of a loner that i really didn't have any friends 💀 diego was Very popular in school.. he grew up RICH, his dad knew Everyone, people were practically begging to hang out with him. i highly doubt we would have gotten along, we both wouldn't have been mature or patient enough to even Attempt to speak to each other.
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You posted a couple days ago abt greek myth getting degreeked in favor of a more general "ancient" vibe, so if you dont mind me asking, what sre some greek cultural elements you see in the stories beyond them being "oh its ancient greece so its greek"?
off the top of my head i cant really think of any story that has obvert examples 😅 though i hear "my big fat greek wedding" playfully messed around with a lot of stereotypes, i havent actually seen it because i have no interest in most romcom movies. my brother loved it tho so its got his approval at least lol
though like, as far as things i would actually LIKE to see more of:
greek names? i rarely see characters with modern greek names that arent a joke abt how long or weird the name is. maybe its because names like panagiotis and kostadina arent as aesthetic as aphrodite, but those are just the names greek people have. some people do still have ancient names though! but usually those are more rare
also like, related to the last one, in greece "name days" are a big deal. its the day that the saint that your namesake is from is celebrated, and usually you have a party- its like a birthday almost! some bigger saints also have HUGE parties called a panigiri, usually held by the villages whos church's honor that saint. the biggest one by a longshot is the vrigin mary's (panagia), any variant of the name panagiotis/panagiota or mario/maria gets celebrated. theyre usually outside, like huge picnic parties that can last well into the night, theres food and wine and lots of really really fucking loud bouzoukia. anyway if a character was to have an ancient or foreign name they wouldnt get a name day, and they WOULD be bitter about this. speaking from experience because my parents gave me an ancient name after my grandma LOL
ok. last bulletpoint about names actually. traditionally you have to follow some very specific rules when naming your baby in greek. usually you would name the baby after one of their grandparents, the typical order is father's father, father's mother, mother's father, and mother's mother. not everyone follows this to a T though, especially if the baby is the "opposite" gender of whichever grandparent they should be named after and there isn't a male/female equivalent (andrea can become andreana, but theres no male equivalent to zoi, for example). also the "grandparent naming scheme" can be broken if you name your baby as a prayer (ex. if youre afraid your baby will have health problems you would do this). this is why the names panagioti/panagiota and maria are so common since theyre prayers to the virgin mary. not mario for some reason tho? lol
not everyone lives on a pretty island or in the middle of athens or by the ruins. most of greece is rural, and most of greece is.. well. poor. if theyre not from the islands theyre probably from the mountains, they probably have "vlahika" accents, their village is probably somewhat broken down. but for some reason you will probably still run into tourist trap locations that sell cheesy keychains like who even comes here? usually just people from the nice parts who wanted to see the mountains honestly
anyway since greek villages tend to be so tiny and isolated, they tend to be places where everyone knows everyone, everyone feels safe, no one locks their doors, everyone acts familiar all the time. so like, if you have a character that used to live in greece odds are theyd probably be kind of socially weird! they might act overly familiar with everyone, stuff like answering honestly whenever strangers ask "how are you" or they may be paranoid of the relatively big cities in america, if theyre parents they may be overprotective.
seeing some greek food is also always cool, beyond gyros you could also include stuff like taramasalata, moussaka, fakes soup, baklava, halva. and hey turkish delights are super popular as far as candy goes. there are also types of food that get made for special occasions, like vasilopita on new years (theres a coin baked into it and if you get the slice with it you have good luck for the year!) and tsoureki on easter. also on that note there are some pretty specific easter traditions, like eggs have to be painted specifically red and lamb gets cooked on a spit. no egg hunts though thats not as much of a thing there!
also santa comes on new years, not christmas. dont know why. guess he cant do the WHOLE world in one night.
you know about nazar/evil eye charms? these things 🧿 < though in greece theyre most commonly referred to as mati (singular) or matia (plural), theyre common all around the mediterranean region though. and their function is the same in greece as everywhere else- to ward off evil gazes that curse you. sometimes if youre in a bad mood or youre having a shitty day its said that youre "matiazmeni" (glared at with the evil eye). and there are some people who can supposedly undo it.
also to avoid the evil eye its common to "spit". but you dont actually spit, you just say the onomatopoeia for it- "ftou!" (if you actually spit youd probably get yelled at so avoid that lol). usually if you hear it along with compliments, basically in order not to jinx anyone. because of this association the phrase "frou sou!" ("ftou to you") basically means "you look amazing!"
marti!!!! okay so like, the third month of the year, march, is said to be a very very hectic one, called "trelo-marti" (literally "crazy march") because the weather is all over the place, cold one day and warm the next. theres this fun little tradition where, in order to avoid a sunburn in march, you wear a thin red-and-white braided bracelet. and when march ends you hang it on a tree so the birds can make a nest with it (not everyone does this anymore though bc its littering!)
also swallows are important! in greece theyre a big deal because theyre migratory birds, and its said that spring officially starts once you see the first swallow. when greek kids learn abt this in school we sort of just end up loving these birds to death
this ones kind of funny but like, an open palm in a "throwing" motion is considered an offensive hand gesture. even worse if you use one hand to slap the other hand forward. it basically means "im throwing shit at you" and is usually accompanied by the person saying "na!" ("take it")
plate smashing and opa is not even a stereotype we just do that shit for real. greeks love to party, its true, depicting some plate smashing and opa-ing is just true to form. especially if theyre also dancing some traditional dances like sirtaki or hasapiko. you know, the ones where everyone is in a big circle.
tuesday the 13th is considered an unlucky day, just like friday is here. its mostly because its linked with the fall of constantinople but ive also heard its because its associated with ares? not sure of the exact origin. also tied to the saying "bad luck comes in threes" because in greek tesuday is called "triti". doesnt make much sense when translated tho.
also like on a bit of a more serious note.. if you have a character thats greek odds are their family has probably been through some serious shit in the past, or maybe even they themselves if theyre old enough. im not a history nut by any means, so i could be missing some stuff, but the country was held under ottoman rule for a long time, and while the country officially became freed in the war of independence in 1821 (independence day is celebrated on march 25th) tensions didnt just let up for a long time. there was an active genocide carried out during and after world war 1, which officially ended in 1922, but did a lot of damage to the country in ways that still linger- like how lots of villages no longer have greek names (including my fathers and the one i was raised in, and my father specifically grew up in a place very backwards with no running water or electricity, no access to cars or medicine or hospitals etc.). in world war 2 the axis powers ceased control of the country, employed guerrilla control over rural areas and massacres of villages. ive heard some really fucking terrible horror stories from my own mothers village about stuff these officers would do that i wont get into here but like. it was bad. and it caused a lot of tensions to rise in the country which lead to a really brutal civil war RIGHT after world war 2, like, almost instantly. it ended in 100,000 people being executed. tensions did NOT quell over this and in the 60s there was a coup lead by a super super infamous right-wing dictator, george papadopoulos, he would crack down on anything left-wing declaring it anarcho-communist. political rights and civil liberties were taken away. it lasted until 1974, ended by another coup. among this the saying "psomi! pedia! elefteria!" ("bread! education! freedom!) became popularized as an anti-papadopoulos slogan. nowadays greece is a democratic nation but not without its issues, the economy is a pretty obvious example. things are still more peaceful today though. my grandma was born at the end of world war 2 and lived through a lot of shit, and going back to the importance of names, she was named after the greek word for peace as a prayer.
edit: i cant believe i forgot this. big noses.
edit 2 sorry: also i wanna clarity. if your story really does take place in ANCIENT greece then like, it does not have to reflect modern greece at all!!! unless you wanna make somekind of wacky comedy i guess! if you wanted to do an ancient setting i think the best thing you can do is look into the ancient cultures of the time on their own, rather than learning about them through mythology or a mythological aesthetic, yknow? but im not that well versed on ancient greece. i lived in modern greece so im offering the best help i can through that lens.
it sort of all just heavily depends on the kind of story you want to tell, i think. like if you wanna write some high fantasy story with the greek gods i dont think it has to be meaningfully greek. really my complaint wasnt “every story that has the greek gods should be More Greek” but it was like “how come the greek gods have been so far removed from their cultural roots in popculture?”. i think its okay if an individual story doesnt really have anything significant to do with greece though. but every now and then it does strike me as odd that characters with ancient greek themes in set in modern times choose to have 0 greek characters lol
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That Boy.
So, as the start into the new year, have Lan Zhan getting hounded by his brother’s groupies and despairing over Wei Ying’s compulsive flirting. :)
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“Hello, handsome,” the woman said, smiling at Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan looked at her, and tried to remember if they had met somewhere before. She was carefully styled, wearing a tight black dress and high heels, with long hair and equally long red nails. She looked somewhat out of place in this cosy coffee shop, more like she was on her way to a fancy event than looking for a cup of coffee. It was certainly someone he would remember, if they had indeed met before. She was, however, entirely unfamiliar to him.
And if that had not been enough of a hint yet, there was a certain gleam in her eye that immediately put him on edge. Her smile was friendly, but there was something about her that made her feel not unlike a predator, smiling at her prey before she opened her mouth and swallowed it.
Lan Zhan sighed internally. Another one of his brother’s fans, he assumed.
He was happy about his brother’s success, and he would always support Lan Huan, there was no doubt about that. But ever since Lan Huan had his big break as a pop musician two years ago, right after he left university, Lan Zhan had found himself constantly hounded by fans of Lan Huan. Some of them genuinely confused Lan Zhan with his brother and were thrilled to meet a pop star on the streets. Others confused him with Lan Huan, but also hit on him in the process, trying to shoot their shot with a celebrity. (Which would never happen, Lan Zhan thought uncharitably. His brother was better than that.)
The ones that were possibly the worst, however, were those that had done their homework, realised that Lan Zhan was not his famous brother, and still decided to go after him. Those were usually the ones that were the most difficult to get rid of, and they came in all shapes, sizes and genders.
Frankly, Lan Zhan was getting tired. He was getting tired of people hitting on him in general, but he was particularly tired of people hitting on him because he was the brother of a celebrity who also happened to look very similar to said celebrity.
He glanced at the woman who had accosted him while he was drinking his tea, and tried to figure out which category she belonged to. And, of course, how he could get rid of her quickly and efficiently.
He wanted to drink his tea in peace.
She did not seem to be cowed by his critical glance, and gestured to the empty armchair across from him.
“Are you here on your own?” she asked. “Do you mi-”
Before she could finish her words, there was a mad scramble, and with rather more noise than necessary, a large cup of coffee was unceremoniously dumped onto the small table between the two armchairs, and one Wei Ying dove onto the empty armchair across from Lan Zhan, throwing his bag under the table as he did so.
“Sorry, m’lady,” Wei Ying said as he pushed his hair, messy from his athletic stunt, out of his face. He smiled at her broadly and in a way that showed that he very much was not sorry. “This place was reserved for me. I fear you have to look for another seat.”
The woman stared at him in disbelief. She opened her mouth, presumably to lodge a complaint, but Wei Ying could not be bothered. Ignoring her, he directed his gaze towards Lan Zhan.
“So Lan Zhan,” he said loudly. “I heard that you got engaged. Congratulations, I have to say. Took you long enough. Where you failing to find the perfect engagement ring or what?”
Without another word, the woman turned around and walked away in a huff.
Lan Zhan was not sorry to see her go. Still, he felt his face twist into a frown. Wei Ying’s words made no sense to him. What engagement was Wei Ying talking about?
“Wei Ying, I have not gotten engaged.”
Wei Ying laughed loudly, his face shining with mirth.
“Lan Zhan! Of course you didn’t get engaged! I just said that to make her leave! You should have seen your face when she descended on you, like a small, helpless rabbit! Of course I had to help!”
He sighed dramatically and reached out to take hold of his overly large coffee cup.
“I know Lan Zhan is handsome and irresistible, but the nerve of that woman. You were obviously not up for conversation! It’s your strictly scheduled tea break! Which is why I will drink my coffee in silence now, so you can meditate over your tea or whatever it is you do.”
He took a big gulp of his coffee.
Lan Zhan considered Wei Ying for a moment. He was obviously grateful for Wei Ying’s unexpected help, but it came with two problems: First, Wei Ying never did anything silently. Second, Wei Ying himself flirted with Lan Zhan incessantly, calling him handsome and whatnot, so in all fairness, he was hardly better than any of the overenthusiastic Lan Huan fans that approached him.
There might also have been a third problem, though Lan Zhan did not admit to that. He definitely did not notice Wei Ying’s handsome face, brightened by his irreverent, sparkling smile. Neither did he notice his long, deft fingers, carelessly tapping out rhythms on the coffee cup, nor the way he was slouched on the armchair in a way that should have looked sloppy, but instead ended up looking artfully draped.
After all, it was only Wei Ying, irredeemable and obnoxious flirt, and there was nothing for Lan Zhan to notice.
Still.
“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, because he was grateful. “I think she mistook me for my brother.”
Wei Ying raised his eyebrows, an incredulous expression on his face.
Lan Zhan could divine the meaning of that look. After all, Lan Huan was the friendly, approachable one out of the two of them, and he was also a pop star. Certain physical similarities aside, no one with eyes in their head should ever mistake Lan Zhan for his smiling, gentle older brother.
Wei Ying was evidently of the same opinion.
“Haha, Lan Zhan, don’t worry about it,” he eventually replied between two sips of coffee. “I could hardly have looked on while the impeccable, incomparable Lan er-gege was in distress.”
There we go again, Lan Zhan thought to himself, trying to suppress an eyeroll. Incorrigible.
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It was not often that Lan Zhan went out with his brother, considering that his brother was a very busy person, so of course they had to run into Wei Ying when they did the next time.
Oh no, Lan Zhan thought to himself when he saw Wei Ying’s eyes flit back and forth between Lan Huan and himself.
This, he would have wanted to avoid. Permanently.
It had been his biggest fear, ever since he had met Wei Ying. Wei Ying was bad enough with Lan Zhan, when he could hope for nothing and had no encouragement. How Wei Ying would act once he had the encouragement of a friendly disposition in addition to Lan Zhan’s oh-so-handsome face, he had never wanted to know.
And now they stood in front of Wei Ying, giving him a truly perfect opportunity to compare and judge.
What the judgement would be, Lan Zhan already knew.
(It would never be him.)
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying chirped once he was apparently finished with his thorough analysis. “Is that your brother?”
“Lan Huan.” His brother stepped forward and introduced himself, always a little bit better at being polite than Lan Zhan. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
Wei Ying smiled at him, and Lan Zhan quietly begged Wei Ying not to say–
“Nice to meet you, Lan Huan,” Wei Ying said. “I’m Wei Ying, one of Lan Zhan’s university friends. Did you know, Lan Zhan staunchly refuses to talk about you? But actually, I think he’s really proud of you, and he’s just careful to not spread private information.”
Lan Zhan was so surprised about these words, he could only stand there and stare.
That… was not what he had expected from Wei Ying. After all, when it came to Lan Zhan, Wei Ying couldn’t open his mouth without saying something flirty or suggestive.
And know he looked Lan Huan in the face and managed with a simple ‘nice to meet you’?
“Thank you,” Lan Huan replied with a small, but genuine smile, completely unaware of Lan Zhan’s current internal crisis. “I’m proud of him too.”
Suddenly, Wei Ying perked up.
“I know, right?” he asked excitedly. “He’s such a good, serious student. And so smart! And also ha-” he interrupted himself and coughed once. “Well. You are handsome, too. And he’s your brother. So I guess you know.”
He twirled his hair around his finger and pulled once.
“Well, I guess you have things you need to get done,” he chirped. “And I do too. Have a good time! And see you at university, Lan Zhan! Don’t be a stranger!”
With that, he hopped off, quick as a fox.
Lan Zhan just stared after him, not understanding what had just happened.
You are handsome, too.
When had Wei Ying, of all people, learned moderation?
When he turned back to Lan Huan, he found his brother smiling at him widely, and it put Lan Zhan on the defence immediately.
“What?” he asked, rather more harshly than he had intended to.
“Oh, A-Zhan,” Lan Huan said, his smile becoming smaller, but also more intimate. “I’m very happy for you.”
Lan Zhan frowned. Why would Lan Huan be happy for him? Because one of his university colleagues had finally managed not to embarrass themselves in front of Lan Huan? Because Wei Ying had managed not to completely expose himself? Because he had somehow survived this encounter without getting his heart smashed to tiny pieces?
Of course, there was no good way to ask these questions.
“I think you should move fast, dear brother,” Lan Huan observed, continuing the conversation without needing any input from Lan Zhan. “He’s very handsome, this Wei Ying, is he not? And smart. You might have some stiff competition if you’re not careful, so you need to be quick.”
Lan Zhan stared at Lan Huan, uncomprehending.
What, exactly, was his brother talking about?
“A-Zhan,” Lan Huan sighed when he saw that he had lost Lan Zhan. He reached out and squeezed Lan Zhan’s shoulder once, a quick, familiar comfort. “That boy only has eyes for you, and absolutely nothing else. I don’t think I have ever seen someone more in love.”
His brother let him go and walked away, leaving Lan Zhan standing there, as if he had not just dropped a bombshell of truly earth-shattering properties on him.
That boy only has eyes for you.
That boy.
Only has eyes for you.
Wei Ying??
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ONCE YOU’RE GONE
rq ♥ hello!! can i please request miya twins, sakusa, suna, akaashi x fem!reader an angst one. like they got into a heated argument each other. reader just had enough, maybe take a stroll and got into a deadly accident that cost her life/ memory loss or something. and the hq char regrets it
tw ♥ angst, hurt/comfort, breakups, disappearances, very vague implications of kidnapping, memory loss & injury
a/n ♥ sorry i couldn’t think of anything for suna </3
ATSUMU MIYA
♡ he’s never really been an overly religious guy
♡ yet everyday, he finds himself praying that you’ll come back
♡ and before now, he considered himself a rather patient person, but every second you were gone was filled with anguish
♡ mostly because he knew it was all his fault
♡ nobody blamed it on him though, which only made him feel more guilty
♡ it was late, so he decided to walk you home from his house. hardly with your safety in mind though, just because he wanted to spend more time with you
♡ that was his first mistake
♡ his second was getting so defensive over his volleyball team
♡ he was talking about their recent loss to karasuno high, and how they were all devastated since they had been training for ages
♡ yet instead of comforting him, you simply replied, “maybe you should do things besides volleyball, if you’re getting so worked up about it.”
♡ but all he heard was you being condescending (though that genuinely wasn’t your intention) and telling him to give up something he is passionate about because of one little defeat
♡ you tried to explain that you honestly meant no harm by your statement but atsumu argued that the damage had already been done, hence your apology meant nothing to him
♡ realising that atsumu was just being pissy and taking his frustration at the game out on you, you distanced yourself; walking a few paces in front of him and plugging in your earbuds to tune him out
♡ after marching behind you for a few more yards, atsumu eventually decided that he was finished
♡ in one swift motion, he turned on his heels and stomped back his house, leaving you to walk the rest of the distance yourself; that was his third mistake
♡ however, after walking for about half a mile, he got a newsfeed notification on his phone titled, ‘four people reported missing in hyōgo prefecture, in the last week.’
♡ it only took one headline for all atsumu’s previous emotions to be swept away and replaced with one that left him motionless; guilt
♡ he continued walking back to his home, reasoning that you clearing didn’t want him near you — anyone could tell by the way you walked in front of him and ignored him— so he must’ve made the right choice to leave you, since it’s what you wanted, after all
♡ and it’s not like y’all broke up or anything, he still loves you and hopes you are safe and to prove that, he apologised and texted you first
♡ ‘hey, i’m so sorry i was i bit of a jerk earlier.’
♡ followed by ‘text me once you’re home.’
♡ no response, simply read at 21:45
♡ that was a week ago, yet he still wholehearted believed that you were going to come back
♡ though, deep down he knew he was just feeding himself the same line over and over again, just so that he wouldn’t feel guilty, and so that the sight of a volleyball stopped making him feel so sick and distressed
OSAMU MIYA
♡ he’s never felt such a sea of emotions at once before
♡ on one hand, he was just happy to see you alive and well; isn’t that all a lover should want?
♡ however, he didn’t have the honour of calling himself your lover anymore
♡ you didn’t remember anything from before the crash, which initially brought him a small tinge of relief, since you wouldn’t blame him for what happened
♡ however, you didn’t remember him at all
♡ so when he knelt by your bed and started apologising profusely, all you did which raise a brow and turn to the nurse, quietly — yet not discreetly — asking who the guy by your bed was
♡ he felt his hear tear apart at such a simple inquiry
♡ however, instead of explaining himself, he got up and left, “nobody.”
♡ wanting to get it all off of his chest, he told atsumu about what happened, as if he didn’t know that his brother had the biggest crush on you during your whole relationship with osamu
♡ and of course, upon hearing the news, atsumu ‘snuck out’ later to go visit you in hospital and presumably try to win your heart
♡ though, there was nothing ‘sneaky’ about the way he loudly fumbled around with the car keys, or the way he tended to slam the door behind him — atsumu knew exactly what his brother was trying to do and although it pained him to even think of losing you, he let his brother pursue you anyway
♡ he tried to protect you once and it resulted in you losing your memory, so god knows what would happen if he tried again
♡ plus, you were no longer his to protect, or at least that is what he tried to convince himself
♡ after months of daily visits from atsumu —and none from osamu — you were somewhat starting to gain your memory back
♡ atsumu just seemed so.. familiar, and that was the single best feeling when you are so isolated
♡ though, there was something off about him that you couldn’t exactly put your finger on, but he reassured you that it was because ‘seeing you hurt changed him as a man’ so of course he’s different from the way you ‘remember’ him
♡ years passed, and you continued dating atsumu in blissful ignorance of the events that happened before the accident
♡ you feel deeper in love with the atsumu you thought you knew and were forced away from osamu (who chose to remain single, he claimed it was to focus on his studies but he truly couldn’t find a second soulmate)
♡ it was only at your own wedding day were you finally able to see osamu once more, though you didn’t really interact with him much..
♡ until he objected during your vows, then, it was pretty hard to ignore him, especially since he appeared sober yet was claiming that you are his one true love, and he regrets ever leaving you
♡ needless to say, the rest of the wedding definitely did not go as planned
KIYOOMI SAKUSA
♡ he loved you; and he wished he had showed it more, now that it’s too late
♡ “sakusa,” you cooed, resting your head on his shoulder and offering him a plate of apple slices you cut yourself, while browsing the shows on TV, “what shall we watch tonight?” you inquired, but mostly to yourself since dating sakusa nowadays was similar to dating a literal rock
♡ no response, as per usual
♡ well, on the bright-side, that just meant you’d get to watch whatever you wanted, unless sakusa spoke up, which he most likely would not
♡ scanning through all your options, you decided to select some teen romance, coming-of-age movie that you knew sakusa would most definitely not enjoy, hence forcing him to say thing
♡ however, instead of him reacting in accordance to your plan, he simply got up and left without another word
♡ something about the sight of him with his back turned to you, headed out of your house and back home with even a goodbye cleared your fogged mind and left one fact undoubtedly clear; you didn’t want to be with him anymore
♡ and although you didn’t want to make assumptions, you surmised that he felt the same way; it was almost a certainty considering how distant he acted
♡ so of course you cut it off that same night; yet when you proposed the idea of breaking up, sakusa became surprisingly defensive
♡ it was as if all of a sudden he realised how shitty he had been acting this whole time, and how his actions had effected you
♡ you both yelled over the phone for hours, though it was hardly an ‘argument’, more like sakusa apologising profusely and making — what you believed to be — false promises, while you explained that you had just had enough
♡ it ended with him almost screaming ‘i love you’, but you hung up on him too soon
♡ he would never admit it, but he cried himself to sleep that night
♡ there was a part of him saying that he was just being overdramatic and you were nothing more than another lover that will enter and exit his life with the wind, but four years later, he still found himself getting butterflies upon catching a glimpse of you in the stands at one of games
♡ despite the fact you were cheering for opposite team
KEIJI AKAASHI
♡ you two were the perfect couple
♡ study dates, sliding notes to each other during class, midnight strolls, endless support, dancing in the rain; it was like you were both living in your very own slice-of-life romance movie
♡ however, as they say, all good things must come to an end
♡ but for akaashi, that ending came too quickly
♡ “you can do it, i know you can!” that must’ve been the tenth time you’ve said that today, it was like your own inspirational mantra, yet akaashi didn’t seem to be endeared by it
♡ “no, (y/n).” he repeated with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he began to guide you to the door, “it’s a silly dream. i probably shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”
♡ “it’s not silly!” you argued, throwing on your jacket as he made it increasingly clear that he didn’t want to continue this conversation, “it’s your dream! you can’t just keep complaining about school if you aren’t even going to try to pursue your passion.”
♡ akaashi silently shook his head, “go.” it was harsh, but he could only deal with speaking about his work life for so long
♡ “you go.” you snapped, though knowing it wasn’t exactly the comeback of the century, but it summarised your feelings well enough, “i’ve honestly had enough of you. i hope--”
♡ you cut yourself off at that; storming off before saying something you might regret
♡ though furious, you really didn’t want things to end with him, you just hoped that maybe one day you’ll be able to have a civil conversation with him about what he wants to do in life
♡ because he hides it well, but the more you got to know him, the more you noticed that he truly wasn’t happy in his studies, and you just wished he would do something about it or at the very least, let you help
♡ and he knew this too; he knew it all too well yet still couldn’t bring himself to better his life, even once you were gone
♡ you were critically injured after the accident, and during your time in the hospital, you let akaashi see you once
♡ one visit was his chance to redeem himself, to apologise and help you both align your futures together
♡ but all he could do was sit with you in radio silence
♡ thirty minutes passed and his mind was running on overdrive, yet he couldn’t think of anything to utter after ‘hello.’
♡ so he left
♡ no apology, no redemption, to attempt, nothing.
♡ all he could say was that he left with a heavy heart, a heart filled with hope that one day he could return to you despite all the wrong he has done; though that seemed more unrealistic than his dream of playing profession volleyball
♡ he had truly lost his soulmate
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Drowned Sorrows (Vagrant pt2.)
Caleb settles at the table in your shared room, ink and paper ready to go to work and you grab your stuff making way to leave when Caleb stops you, stepping in your path to the door, arms crossed and eyes burning into you. You try to step around him but he just moves with you until you give up. Apparently He’s adamant on talking.
“What the hell do you want?” You roll your eyes at his childish means from preventing you from leaving the room.
“This has gone on long enough.” Caleb states.
“What has?” You play dumb and Caleb gives you a disapproving look akin to a teacher scolding a student and you could just wring the life out of him for for it. Gods, can he just leave you be?
“You know exactly what.”
“Please, by all means, enlighten me, oh grand master Widogast.” You mock and now it’s Caleb’s turn to roll his eyes. Do you have to be so annoying? Why can’t you just act like an adult?
“If you insist. Why do you run out of the room whenever I study? Why do you feel the need to cringe and cower whenever I do anything even remotely magic related?” Caleb asks as you shake your head biting your tongue. This man… This man has some guts to call you out like he has but you suppose maybe this whole thing between the two of you wouldn’t have been as much of an issue if the two of you could just talk about your issues instead of bottling it up until you burst in moments like these, usually ending in some kind of shouting match followed by the silent treatment until Nott makes you ‘kiss and make up’ like she’s your mom.
“It’s none of your business, Caleb. Now let me out.” You once again try to push past him but he doesn’t let you. “Try me, Widogast or I’ll-“ You threaten but are cut off.
“Do what? You won’t use your magic beyond rudimentary practices. What could you possibly do?” Caleb pushes. You know he’s pushing your buttons, your anger only another means to get answers for himself and you hate yourself for falling for his calculated move but you still do.
“You don’t want to find out, Widogast. It didn’t end well for the last people.” There it is. That’s what he’d been waiting for. Those words alone, that threat is not an empty one. You wouldn’t harm him, not permanently at least but there’s a truth to your words and Caleb knows his calculated move to piss you off is paying off. He’ll have to tread carefully if he wants more answers and not actually provoke your wrath.
Shit. Shit shit shit. ‘It didn’t end well for the last people’. Shit. You didn’t want those words to leave your lips at all. Ever. Stupid Caleb fucking Widogast. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You can’t deal with this right now and try to push him out of the way but Caleb hardly budges. You half contemplate leaving through the window just to make a point but you’d rather not draw that kind of attention to yourself.
“Veiled threats and half truths. Those are a coward’s words who doesn’t intend to make true on their promises.” Oh you’re this far away from kicking his ass.
“Well it takes one to know one.” You hiss. “You might want to think twice. We still share a room and I will not hesitate to smother you with a pillow while you sleep. Now. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” You feel a tingling in your fingertips, frustration running through your face with just a tiny hint of fear. You ball your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palms. Last thing you need is to lose control right now but Caleb doesn’t have to know that.
Caleb steps out of the way, allowing you to pass. He stares you down until you close the door behind you, sharing one last glare before you’re off doing whatever you can to not be in any proximity of that room.
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Hours later Nott has fallen asleep at the foot of Jester’s bed, the tiefling herself curled up comfortably. Beau’s sprawled out across her own bed limbs dangling off each side as she snores. You’d fallen asleep sitting against Beau’s bed until her hand slapped you in the face rudely pulling you from your not so comfortable sleeping position. You get up and stretch your limbs, cracking your back. Hopefully Caleb will have gone to sleep himself and you’ll be able to make it to your own bed without dealing with the wizard at this late, or rather early hour.
Exiting the girls’ room you see Fjord slumped against the wall near to his room, giggles and moans coming from the room he shares with Mollymauk. This time he had the sense to bring a pillow but Fjord still looked about as comfortable as anyone could be sleeping against the wall of one of the most expensive places in all of Zadash. You contemplated waking him and telling him to take your bed instead but you don’t doubt you’ll lose your comfy bed forever if you switched roommates. Don’t want to set any precedents because in all honesty, rather him than you having to deal with the lavender tiefling living his life to the fullest. Still, you take your cloak, throwing it over the half-orc gently as you move on to your room.
You don’t see any candle light bleeding through the narrow slit beneath the door so you count yourself lucky as you quietly open the door and slide in, tiptoeing over to your bed, putting your things down and beginning to get ready to sleep. You pull the silk covers back and lay down, making yourself comfortable and close your eyes. You can still smell the scent of that fine parchment and ink. You can almost hear the phantom scribbling of a pen over that paper, dipping into the ink vial every so often to replenish. It’s pure torture. The sound needs to stop. The smell needs to go and despite you trying to use some prestidigitation to get rid of the smell, changing it to those overly fragrant flowers at the shop you passed by a few days ago, the smell is still stuck in your nostrils, the sound still trapped in your ears, the damage already done.
You turn over onto your back, pulling the pillow from beneath you and pulling it over your head, releasing a frustrated but soft muffled scream more akin to a sigh into the plush feathers. The darkness behind your eyelids doesn’t help as you feel a vision of a room creep in, one etched into your memory just as that scent and sound are. Accompanied by feelings of pain and fear, desperation and helplessness, is the feeling of being completely and utterly trapped. No matter your tossing and turning, it all remains and the walls close in, sleep couldn’t be further out of your reach. That is until the lights turn on. A gentle orange glow fills the room and you’re pulled away from your memories and back into the room you share with Caleb.
“Would you stop your tossing and turning, please.” Caleb asks groggy, the sound of moving fabrics and endless sighs having awoken him from his own sleep. Caleb turns over to see you sitting, elbows on your bent knees and head in your hands as you try to stabilise your breathing, counting under your breath like its a life line. You may not exactly be friends and quarrel more often than not, that doesn’t mean he can’t be worried for you. Something’s clearly wrong and it doesn’t take an expert to see that.
“Are you alright?” He asks carefully turning to a half seated position to get a better view of you.
“Just go back to sleep, Caleb.” You grumble not moving from your position. No quip back, no witty remark, not even actual annoyance or a half threat to let Jester draw dicks in his precious books. The position you’re in, the traits you’re displaying are also familiar to him. He’s found himself in a similar situation many times and while you may have said it before as an offence, it’s true no less; takes one to know one. You’re reliving trauma, or at least coming back from reliving a traumatic memory of some kind. Triggered by what exactly?
“I’ll go back to sleep when I’m sure I won’t be awoken again every ten minutes.” In other words; talk.
“Piss off.” You spit raising from your bed, reaching for your bag. Instead you find an orange tabby raising it’s back and hissing at you, by the command of his master no doubt. You have half the mind to pick the cat up by the scruff and toss him at the wizard but right now you just want out.
“You can’t keep running away from your problems forever.” The words hit hard. Caleb’s right but why does it sound like a statement not solely directed at you? You know exactly why. You might not exactly have had any bonding moments with Caleb and he’s been shifty about his past but you know the words of someone who tries to deny that same truth themself.
“It seems to work just perfectly for you. Hypocrite.” It sounded like a curse. Hypocrite. Caleb had known for a long time but having it thrown so bluntly at his face, it hurt. He doesn’t lash out in anger or hit back with an equally venomous retort but instead just stares at you with pity. He really does pity you. He may not know the story but he knows that pain and no one should have to endure that. Still it’s your choice to keep it to yourself. It’s your choice to keep it all bottled up and locked away. No matter what he says, or does for that matter, he can’t change your mind, or even help you despite your differences, if you don’t allow anyone in, regardless of your like, or dislike in his case, for the person. He can’t help someone who won��t help themselves. And that’s exactly what makes him the biggest hypocrite here. His pain is his punishment.
“Where are you going?” Caleb asks as you push Frumpkin aside just enough to reach for your coin pouch, the cat hissing and clawing at your hands until he falls silent again. You open the door looking back one last time.
“To find a rooftop with a good view and drown my sorrows.” You close the door behind you and do exactly that. A bottle or two of good booze acquired and a nice rooftop found. The view would have been nice weren’t it cloudy. Halfway through your first bottle the gods decided to shit in your dish by the sound of rolling thunder and rain pouring down from the skies by the buckets, drenching you to the bone in a matter of seconds. You debated going back inside but you’re stubborn and stayed on that rooftop watching the water spill over the drains until you were shaking from the cold. Maybe suffering from hypothermia isn’t worth making a statement.
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seduction | one
summary: your best friend suspects that her boyfriend, Jackson Wang, might not love her anymore, so she pays you to help seduce him to prove her right.
one | two |
“What? No!” you immediately rejected after hearing what she suggested.
“Y/N please!” she begged, reaching for your hand. “Please!”
“Tzuyu! Are you listening to yourself? You can’t possibly think that’s a good idea,” you argued.
“Y/N, I’m studying aboard in Europe for a year. I have no faith he loves me enough not to leave me,” Tzuyu pouted. To be honest, you didn’t have faith in their relationship either.
“You’ve been with him for only five months. Maybe you’ll be the one who leaves him,” you comforted.
“We’ve been official for five months but we’ve actually been dating for much longer,” she explained. “Please Y/N,” she begged again. “This relationship is important to me.”
“What makes you think, the famous Jackson Wang would pick someone like me over someone like you? Tzuyu, you’re beautiful, you’re rich and I’m just...” you couldn’t even finish your sentence.
You were just normal compared to Tzuyu. She had everything you always wanted. Parents that loved her, money, friends, beauty and a famous boyfriend.
“You’re my best friend,” she finished for you. Not only was she beautiful and rich, she was also smart and kind. “I only trust you to help me with this.”
“Tzuyu, you know I love you and I would do anything for you, but...”
“Then do this for me,” she interrupted.
“Have you thought of what would happen if I was successful in seducing him?” you asked.
“Then it’ll show he doesn’t love me, that I shouldn’t be with him. I wouldn’t have to waste my time being in a long distance relationship with him,” she explained clearly. “I fully understand what I’m asking you to do. I won’t get mad at the outcome.” You hesitated, still unsure if this was a good idea. “I’ll pay you,” she finally suggested. You chuckled because she knew you wouldn’t be able to resist money. She knew you needed the money. “People usually pay you, don’t they?”
You laughed again. “They do and I’m not cheap,” you reminded her.
“I’m rich,” she joked. “How much should I write the check out for?”
“Are you sure about this?” you asked again. She nodded, her pen already signing the check. You smirked, “Let’s talk pricing.”
You were never afraid of people finding out what you did for a living. It may not be the traditional way of earning money, but you liked to think you were using your skills to help people - to help those that were lonely and needed company or in Tzuyu’s case, to test her boyfriend’s loyalty. You never did anything you didn’t want to do nor did you sleep with everyone.
Tzuyu was certainly generous; your most generous client yet. She covered all your expenses and paid you double your rate. You smirked once you put on the dress she got you. The dressed hugged your body tightly, accentuating all your curves with just the right amount of push-up for your breasts. Now all you had to do was do what you did best and get inside the private party; something even Tzuyu couldn’t help you with.
“Can I see your invitation?” the guard at the front requested.
“I’m sorry. I forgot my invitation,” you pouted, while leaning your body forwards exposing your cleavage to the guard.
“As much as I want to let you in baby, it’s out of my control.”
You looked around outside and see a group of men, smoking. You smirked and made your way over to them. “Hello boys,” you cooed. The group of men glanced over at you. You recognized them in Tzuyu’s photos. They were Jackson’s friends. “My friends bailed on me last minute and I’m not from around here. Do you guys know where I can get a drink? I tried going in but it’s invitation only,” you pouted.
“No pretty girl should be denied entrance,” one of the men said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I’m Eric,” he introduced, while dragging you inside. You smirked at the guard who denied you from entering.
“I’m Y/N.”
You quickly scanned the club once you entered. Since it was an exclusive party there weren’t that many people inside. Eric drags you towards a booth where a group of people where sitting. You instantly spotted Jackson.
First things first - identify the “competition.” There were two women sandwiched between Jackson. From just one look, you can tell they were professionals and the biggest fish in the sea tonight was Jackson. You chuckled at yourself. It was too obvious; from the way their dresses rose up to the constant leaning forward to reveal their exposed chest. You were all too familiar with these tactics. You even used some of them when you first started.
Your eyes met his. You gave him a subtle smile and a gentle nod before shifting your attention back to Eric. It was still too early to tell whether Eric was desperate to get in your pants or if he was overly friendly.
“Cheers,” Eric said clinking his glass with yours before downing his drink. You brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip out of the dark liquid.
“You never said what kind of event this was,” you shouted over the music and into his ears.
“Jack!” he called. Jackson turned his attention to the both of you. He got up away from the girls that were sandwiched between him and moved to sit next to Eric.
“I’m Jackson,” he introduced himself.
You smiled, “Y/N.”
“We’re celebrating Jackson’s new single release,” Eric said, filling your glass to the top. “Cheers,” he said again, pushing the glass towards your lips. You laughed at his excitement. Your eyes met Jackson’s again. The both of you smiled at each other before taking a sipping out of your drinks.
You observed Jackson quietly while entertaining Eric. Although there were women surrounding him, he never once touched them nor did he flirt back. He acted just like how he was from the videos you saw online - friendly and welcoming.
As the night progressed and the more you got Eric to reveal information about Jackson, the touchier he got. It seemed like with every piece of information he fed you was an invitation for him to reach further up your leg.
“One second,” you tell him while removing his hand off your thigh. “Restroom break,” you forced a smile before walking off to the restroom. You were used to this except you were always paid for it. The only thing different was the person paying wasn’t touching you nor was the person that you’d hope would touch you, touching you. You walked out of the restroom and the first person you see was Eric. You forced a smile and walked towards him. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”
“I can’t leave a pretty girl all by herself,” he smirked while wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his body. You rest your hands on his chest, pushing yourself away from him.
“Let’s get another drink,” you suggested as you see Jackson at the bar alone.
This was your chance.
You walked up next to Jackson. Eric’s hand instinctively found your waist again. He was becoming like an annoying bug that wouldn’t leave you alone. “What do you want to drink?” he whispered in your ear.
You turned to him with a small smile and then back at Jackson. “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you said to Jackson. He nods, waving down the bartender to pour 3 drinks. The three of you quickly downed the shot. “Let’s dance,” you shouted through the music. Eric grabs your hand and drags you to the dance floor. You quickly grab Jackson’s hand, dragging him out to dance floor with you.
As quickly as you got on the dance floor, the women from earlier were already dancing near Jackson. Again, he never touched them. He just danced around them. No matter how hard the women tried, he didn’t oblige.
Eric however was beyond on drunk. His grip on your waist so tight that it started to get uncomfortable. His hands went from your arms to the side of your body and then down to the hem of your dress where he tried to pull it up. You grabbed his hand and gently pushed it away from your dress. “Come on baby,” he tried to convince. You chuckled at yourself - men. You turned around to face him. You brought your finger up to his face and shook it left and right, signaling no.
“Don’t get touchy,” you warned. You still tried to be friendly for the sake of this mission; in case you needed him for the future. Eric didn’t like that though. He quickly spins you around, grabbing your neck. He pushes you down, attempting to bend you over to grind on him. You groaned in pain and discomfort.
“Eric, can you get us another drink?” Jackson asks, grabbing his hand away from your neck and pulling you to his side.
“Fine,” Eric sighs in defeat as he walked away from the both of you.
“I apologize on his behalf,” Jackson said to you. You can tell he was sincere.
“Thanks,” you tell him. You noticed a red stain on his collar. You knew it wasn’t because he was intimate with another girl. You reached for his collar and tugged on it slightly. You leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Make sure to clean this up before you meet your girlfriend.” You smiled at him before walking away back to the booth.
You smirked when Jackson followed you.
“What makes you think I have a girlfriend?” he asked taking a seat next to you.
“There were a lot of girls surrounding you tonight and you didn’t bother flirting back. It could only mean one thing - you’re gay or you have a girlfriend,” you teased. “I took a 50/50 chance. You have a girlfriend,” you repeated.
Jackson chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I’m heading out. You?” he asked. You bit your lip. “If you don’t leave, I’m not sure I can protect you from my friends. They like pretty girls.”
“And what about you?” you teased.
“Pretty girls? Of course I like pretty girls,” he teased back. “So, want to leave together?”
Finally - you thought. He was finally acting like any man in this club would. You nodded as you got up to leave with him.
Jackson couldn’t leave from the front of the club because of paparazzi so the both of you headed towards the back of the club. It was chilly and dark. He noticed how you rubbed your arms up and down and how your legs shook from the cold. He takes his blazer off and puts it over your shoulders. You were surprised at how much of a gentlemen he was.
“Oh that’s okay,” you tell him, stopping him from putting the blazer on you.
“Stop it you’re freezing,” Jackson said, pulling the blazer back over your shoulders. He buttons one of the buttons and helps you take your hair out of the blazer.
“Thank you,” you smiled at him. He smiles back, gently stroking your back. His actions weren’t sexual. It was rather friendly. “You didn’t deny it earlier.”
“What?”
“When I said you had a girlfriend.”
Jackson chuckled again but doesn’t respond again. A taxi pulls up in front of you. He opens the door for you, helping you get in safely. To your surprise, he doesn’t get in with you. You opened the window to speak to him. “Your blazer,” you tell him, getting ready to take it off.
“It’s alright. Keep it, it’s cold.” Jackson said leaning down to your level.
“How will I return it?” you asked. He chuckles again and knocks on the taxi door, signaling the driver to start driving. You looked back at him who was still waiting for his car. He smiles at you, waving goodbye.
“Hello?”
“How did it go?” Tzuyu asked anxiously over the phone.
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Trust me,” you assured her.
“Nothing happened?” she asked again.
You smiled at her, happy to tell her that nothing happened even when he was surrounded by girls, even when he could’ve left with you. You stuck your hands inside the pocket of his blazer - something was inside.
“Nothing happened, but he did give me his number,” you tell her, taking the piece of paper out of his pocket.
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BTS Princes! au Pt. 2 (Maknae Line)
Part 1
A/N: 1) First of all, thank you all so much for your support. I didn’t expect all this feedback, and I REALLY DO APPRECIATE IT.
2) I have some news which I don’t know if you’re going to like or not. I decided to do two more parts for the proposals, royal weddings and finally the pregnancy+ royal babies, because the dating part is SUPER LONG so it goes like this ...
Part 1: general info on the boys as Princes.
Part 2 (Maknae line): How you meet + first date + dating in general.
Part 2.5 (Hyung line): same as part 2.
Part 3: Proposal + royal announcement + wedding and honeymoon.
Part 4: Pregnancy + royal babies.
3) I wouldn’t really mind if you guys want to drop some ideas for the upcoming parts.
4) I hope you enjoy this part.😍 and don’t forget to tell me what you think.
5) I am so sorry this took me so long to post because I wanted it to be perfect.🥺
Prince Jimin:
When it comes to the maknaes, Jimin is the most experienced among them in relationships.
He would be the most one to have had many girlfriends, but they didn’t work out.
Jimin met you under very weird circumstances.
To you, it was the worst day ever, until of course the part in which you met Prince Jimin because he made it better.
First, you woke up late which led you to run to work on your feet rather than taking a means of transportation that would have made you arrive later.
You were homesick for a while now seeing that you haven’t seen your family for a long time, which just added to your stress.
To top all of that your best friend had you set up on a blind date that you were not so excited for.
That night Jimin was out with some friends he hadn’t seen in a long time.
Then there you were ...
Dressed in a beautiful dress that somehow made you look outstanding among every person in that restaurant.
The waiter led you to a table that was in Jimin’s sight.
And it was for two 🙂
Of course, you were here on a date ... what was he thinking!
A beautiful girl like you showing up in a dress like that must be here on a date.
Poor you! You kept waiting for your date, but apparently, he had things far more important than showing up.
Jimin had noticed from afar how you kept looking at the door every few minutes.
He thought that whoever stood you up was a douchebag.
You were intending to call your best friend and give her an earful, but after you order yourself a nice meal because you have had a long day and that guy couldn’t even call to cancel the date and let you use this wasted time on something more useful, so you owe it to yourself to have some good time.
Jimin was waiting a little bit after his friends left as he is always the last to leave out of these places for protection protocols.
He was going to leave but he changed his mind and asked his guards to wait for him.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked after he cleared his throat to catch your attention.
“It was supposed to, but it’s not,” you said not looking up from your drink which you were sipping on so slowly making Jimin chuckle.
“May I?” he asked again before you gestured with your hands for him to sit.
He knew you were a foreigner because you didn’t recognise him immediately.
“Why do you look so familiar?” you said squinting your eyes at him.
Never really happened to him, but ... he started to panic.
“I feel like I saw you somewhere before.” you were trying so hard to remember where have you seen him.
“Maybe the news ...” he said giving you a hint.
“Are you some kind of celebrity?”
you were pouting and he was giggling at your facial expression.
“Not really...no.”
GASP
“Oh my God,” you started freaking out.
“Please don’t freak out,” he said looking around. Even though the restaurant had limited the number of their guests that night for the prince, there were still a few people around which Jimin had no desire of catching their attention, at least not with you freaking out.
He quirked an eyebrow when he saw you slightly leaning over the table towards him.
“Am I going to prison for addressing you informally?”
The whole thing was so amusing to Jimin, here’s why:
First, you were whispering.
Second, he didn’t know whether you were talking seriously or not, but from the looks of it, you seemed serious.
Third, he was rolling his eyes in his head over the fact that people treated them as if they were some kind of tyrants who punish someone violently just because you did not address them the correct way.
Deciding to tease you because PRINCE JIMIN IS A TEASER.
“in fact, it’s a beheading in this case, but I’ll put in a word for you that 25 years of imprisonment is enough because you’re so amusing,” he said staring you in the eyes.
You were gaping like a fish with wide eyes as your shoulders sank and your face paled.
You knew that nothing would happen to you when you asked him that question, but your overly cautious self wanted to make sure that you were not in trouble for informally addressing the Prince, and you certainly did not expect this answer.
“W-w-what?”
Suddenly, Jimin burst out in laughter over your reaction.
“I am kidding. Please, calm down,” he said still laughing as he put a hand over yours to calm you down.
You calmed down as You and the prince started to have a normal conversation.
Now halfway through the conversation...
“Sooo?” he was looking at you like he wanted to know what went wrong with your night.
“Oh... long story short... I was stood up,” you said shrugging.
“His loss is my gain,” he said winking.
you blushed as you did not expect him to flirt with you like this.
But then again, Prince Jimin was known for being a huge flirt.
Surprisingly, that night turned out amazing.
Jimin insisted on paying for your dinner.
Although he had dinner just a few moments ago with his friends, he ordered another meal with you just so you wouldn’t feel shy and refuse to eat. How cute is that!
Jimin returned home that night with the biggest smile on his face that made Namjoon weary of him, and Jin thought he was drunk.
“You have royal engagements to carry out tomorrow with mum, and you return home drunk like that,” Jin said rebuking Jimin who sunk into an armchair looking at Jin with his mind elsewhere.
“Hyung, I am not drunk,” Jimin said with a big, fat smile still visible on his features.
“He’s not drun,.” Yoongi said as he smelled Jimin’s breath.
“See!” Jimin said giggling.
“Is he high?” Hoseok whispered to Namjoon.
Jimin was acting weirdly after your night out together, which made the boys slightly concerned.
He kept in touch with you after you both had exchanged phone numbers that night.
You treated him as a friend and tried not to expect more out of this friendship because expectations can really bring you down.
Jimin himself was quite confused whether to ask you out or not, seeing that you dodged his every attempt to flirt with you.
But you didn’t do that on purpose...
It was a worldwide known fact that Prince Jimin has had his fair share of affairs with models, princesses and many other women with his flirty attitude...
So you tried not to take his flirtations seriously.
Prince Jimin is Bold ... okay?
like he will straight out say anything that comes to his mind.
“Is there something wrong with me?”
he asked one day when he was over at your house laying spread on your sofa as if there wasn’t an army protecting the premises outside.
You looked up from your laptop, putting whatever it is that you were working on, on hold.
“What? Nooo, why would you say that!” you answered his question frowning.
“Then there must be something wrong with you!” he said quirking his eyebrows at you.
“Last I checked, there was nothing wrong with me?” you said in an almost question like manner.
“Then, why can’t you catch on any of my hints?”
“What hints?” you put down your laptop because Jimin was confusing you right now.
“I have been flirting with you for a whole month now!” he said as if saying that to your crush is as normal as breathing.
Jimin never failed to make you gap like a fish because right now you were doing it for the millionth time just this week.
“What?”
“What do you want me to do more than that? I have been trying to show you that I like you and what’s worse is that you don’t even reject me like you made me doubt myself ... am I doing something wrong or what?”
“How can you be so straightforward?” you were amazed by his boldness.
“I just told you that I like you and that is all you care about!” he said scrunching his face.
“What do you want me to do?” you looked like a tomato right now.
“I don’t know .... maybe start with answering me back whether you like me too or not?” he asked now sitting up and looking you in the eye which only made you blush even more.
“I ....do?” you sounded like you weren’t sure but deep down you were willing to scream YES! I DO LIKE YOU, I MIGHT EVEN BE IN LOVE WITH YOU.
but, again you were not as bold as Jimin to do such a thing.
“Why do you sound so hesitant?” he edged closer to you to look you in the eyes even more than before as if pressuring you.
He can be intimidating like that ...
You were sure you were going to die out of shyness and embarrassment.
covering your face you answered with “Cause you make me shy.”
Jimin chuckled over your cuteness as he took your hands off your face and held you in his arms.
“It’s okay sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with liking me back,”
He chuckled even more when he felt how tense your body was until you relaxed in his arms.
“Well, that settles it,” he got up and reached for his leather jacket.
“settles what?” you asked confused.
“I am taking you out on a date tomorrow night,” he said putting on his jacket.
Again, you were gaping like a fish as Jimin left.
Okay, so lowkey Jimin was panicking because in this short period he grew to like you ... a lot.
so, he wanted to impress you.
for the first time in his entire life, he went for the queen to ask her what to do.
“Good afternoon ma,” Jimin said approaching the queen’s desk.
“Good afternoon Chimmy,” she said looking over her glasses as she put down the pen she was using, and looking up at Jimin.
The boys got used to the Queen calling them by there nicknames, so they don’t bother with the face scrunch anymore.
“Ma! what do I do if I want to impress a girl?” he asked with hands behind his back out of respect (cute little chimmy, respecting his mama.😊)
The Queen was taken aback, seeing that Jimin doesn’t usually ask for her advice on dating.
“Strange! you never come to me for advice on dating... seems like this one is special!” she said taking off her reading glasses and smirking a little.
“Maaa,” this was probably one the very few times in which, you, my dear reader can see Jimin blushing.
And he was blushing because it was now obvious to the Queen that you already have a special place in her son’s heart.
“Okay fine, I won’t tease. Just stop whining,” she said chuckling at her son. Although they are grown men, they still seemed to preserve this childlike behaviour within that just made her heart melt.
Getting all the advise and help he needed from his mother, Jimin started preparing for your date right away.
So, the last thing you expected was to find yourself on the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in the city, with decorations and fairy lights that could turn any gloomy place into heaven.
“Wow!”
“I am glad you like it,” he said pulling out a chair for you.
“It’s lovely,” you said still looking around.
Jimin chuckling at your cuteness for the gazillion time.
Just know for sure that you didn’t stop blushing that night.
Jimin was being his usual charming self around you.
Except you noticed a few things that were not in his nature to do ...
Like how he hesitated to hold your hand even though he did it before.
Or, how he would gaze longer than usual at you.
He was trying so hard not to fall out of his chair every time you cracked a joke because he kept in mind how his brothers warned him about this habit of his. 😂
Him shifting or squirming in his place every few minutes when you were both inspecting the starry night.
You eventually caught on his plan...
The little mince was hesitant over whether he should pull you in his arms or not.
he did, well after coming up with the excuse of “wanting to keep you warm,” 😏
he was not confident like the usual.
“Why are you acting so weird, today?” you said turning slightly to face him.
“I am not acting weird!”
“Yes, you are!”
“Well, because you’re making me nervous,” he admitted.
“What? Me?”
“Yes, ... I mean you’re so quiet; I don’t know what’s going inside that cute, little head of yours,” he said as you felt him tug you closer to his chest while you looked up at him.
“Well, what do you want to know?” you asked shrugging.
It took him a few seconds of humming to ask you whether you like the date so far or not.
“I love it,” you said resting the back of your head on his shoulder.
“Glad you do, cause I had some help from ma,”
You suddenly tensed, the queen helped Jimin with this...
sooo.... she knows about YOU.
“You mean the queen, herself, helped you with all of this?” you said turning to fully face him.
“Well, she gave me some ideas,” he said shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Something about dating a prince made you slightly tense.
You could not, still, get over the fact that for the last couple of months, you have been befriending a Prince. Not only that but now you’re dating him.
So, to know that the Queen, who by the way is a good ruler and is considered to be one of the busiest women on earth, took the time to sit with her son and help him plan this out is actually mind-blowing to you.
Jimin sighed knowing very well what you were thinking at that moment.
but he didn’t blame you.
People always assumed that Kings and Queens don’t usually have a close relationship with their children. It was always and still is assumed that they marry to have children that enable their bloodline to continue ruling, so the idea of having this close parent-child relationship in monarchies seemed to be out of the question.
But he was sure that you would get used to it. I mean he always thought that there must be someone out there who would love him despite the chaos that comes with his life, and he had a feeling that you are this person.
“Sooo, did you run a background check on me before we became friends, or...?” you said trying to change the topic.
Jimin laughing because you’re so amusing and cute.
The rest of the night went on perfectly.
I don’t need to tell you that when the boys nagged Jimin after the date.
And of course, Tae was the first to provoke his twin to get his revenge since Jimin actually called him out on his girlfriend in front of the whole family during breakfast, before.
“Does mum and dad know about this?” Tae wiggled his eyebrows at Jimin.
“Yeah don’t worry Taetae, mum knows and I am sure she told dad,” Jimin said smirking at Tae.
“When are you going to introduce us?” Hoseok asked
“You sound like mun when she gets excited when we see someone,” Yoongi said eyeing Hoseok weirdly.
“I am sorry fellas, but as you all know,” he got up and put his hand over Jimin’s shoulder as he continued, “ ... I and Jimin are the only ones among you who’ve been in the game for too long, and you know very well that it’s not that easy for us to settle just for anyone,” he said gesturing between himself and Jimin with his hand.
All the boys scoffing at Hoseok.
“So I am curious to know about ..... the poor girl who is going to have to keep up with you.” Hoseok was laughing so hard because Jimin was hitting him for saying that.
later on, he did introduce you to them.
you came to see how down to earth they are.
they treated you like a sister
The Queen and the King approving of you right away.
“You know, it’s very rare when ma and pa approve of any of Jimin’s girlfriends,” Hoseok would say to you.
“Why is that?”
“Well, aside from focusing on the girl herself, they tend to inspect our behaviour and judging from it, it seems like our little chimmy is serious about you,” Hoseok said winking at you.
This made you feel special.
The boys always nagged Jimin around you because he’s such a softie for you.
Like he would have this big ass smile on his face when he looks at you as you speak or do something.
Proudest boyfriend EVER.
He’s also very touchy.
will always hold your hand or have you in his arms when you’re around.
He becomes so sad when the paps try to invade your privacy.
He really knows how they can be a pain in the ass and they would probably be one of the few things that can turn the confident, cocky Prince Jimin into a sad, small baby mochi...
because he wants to protect you and is terrified that you’d leave him because you can’t handle this type of life.
It would break your heart how he from time to time would bring up the question of whether you’d leave him or not because he can’t bring himself to think of a future without you.
So he’d try to protect you from the media as much as he can.
along with his brothers who face the same problem.
so moving to the important stuff:
If you’re virgin and you intend to keep it that way till marriage, he would be very understanding.
because he was brought up to be a gentleman, not because he’s a prince but because it’s the right thing.
so he wouldn’t push you to do anything you don’t like.
But if you’re not ... then that’s a whole other story.
He would be a total beast ... don’t let his innocent looks deceive you.
loves to ruin you ... okay?
Loves to spoil you.
like when he’s free, he would drive you to work and bring some breakfast.
he would try to make you feel like a normal couple.
Mostly he’s the big spoon.
would take your opinion on lots of things.
loves to listen to you rumble on and on about things you’re passionate about.
Him reaching the conclusion that he loves you more than he has ever loved anyone.
Prince Taehyung:
Taehyung is the most romantic among his brothers right after Jungkook.
He thought it might take some time to find “the one” for him.
He definitely did not see it coming when he found himself attracted to you.
Let me tell you, my dear reader, how you both met.
You worked in different art museums because you were so interested in art history and how artists expressed their emotions through various types of Art.
How many artists had come up with their own schools and philosophies.
It all amazed you.
And because of that, you were the top in your game.
You’d guide the most important people through the museums explaining to them everything about the work of art they witnessed.
The hidden messages, codes they call it. Everything. You pointed it out with such poise and passion.
Which leads us to how you met the charming Prince...
being the best in this field you worked with the elite of the society a lot.
And somehow one night you ended up giving one of these people and their best friend, Prince Taehyung, a guide through the museum.
Ofc the princes befriended many of the boys and girls close to their age from some families who had titles.
(Don’t worry they made sure to stay away from the snobbish ones.)
And Prince Taehyung was no different.
Lately, he has been working hard.
To the point that Prince Jimin was begging him to take some time off.
He called Tae’s friends to try and drag him out of the palace and do something fun.
Which leads exactly to that moment of you giving them a private tour to one of Taehyung’s favourite museums.
He has never seen a girl dress this elegantly (aside from his mother ofc.)
He didn’t know how but somehow he was really attracted to the way you dressed. Even though it was simple attire, yet very chic.
Not only that but also the fact that you were so confident with how you were explaining everything, very passionate.
He could see the fire of excitement in your eyes as you explained some of your favourite pieces.
You even told him about things he never knew, even though he came to that museum quite a lot.
You surprised him.
It got to the point that he was so engaged with you in every statement you made that his friends got bored and decided to excuse themselves and leave as Taehyung refused to leave and have dinner with them.
So they decided to leave the Prince with you alone to roam the empty halls of the museum to show him some more paintings and statues.
Taehyung realised that he made you stay quite a long time which was really late for a museum to be open at this hour.
so as a thank you, he insisted on treating you to dinner.
“Your highness, you really don’t have too...” you said as you were putting on your warm long coat.
“No I insist plus I thought I had told you to just call me Taehyung!” he said quirking an eyebrow at you as he wore his long coat, too.
“It’s not like you meet a Prince every day and befriend them!” you said adjusting the coat and the strap of your bag.
He gave you his famous boxy smile that you swear can make your heart melt, even more, when seeing it in person.
He got you a table at a decent restaurant away from any prying eyes.
And that night you both got to know each other more.
Taehyung knew that he was attracted to you the first time he saw you, but, unlike, Jungkook who asked his girlfriend out on a date just a day after he met her, he preferred to take his time with you.
Ofc after staying out late that night with you, he was met by a smirking Jimin on his return to the palace.
“What?” Taehyung asked query of Jimin’s attitude.
“Nothing!” Jimin shrugged with a smirk still drawn upon his face.
Taehyung just looked at his twin brother in confusion as Jimin left him, with the same smirk growing more and more with each step he took.
The next morning during breakfast, hell broke loose...
“Sooo, wanna tell us about the girl from last night?” Jimin said nudging Taehyung as the poor thing choked on his tea.
He was going to ask Jimin how he knew about you, but the queen was fast to interfere in the conversation.
“What girl?” She asked putting her utensils down.
The king quirking an eyebrow from behind the newspaper he was reading.
“TaeTae went out on a date with a girl yesterday!” Jimin said proudly with a smug look as he delivered the news down the table amongst his parents and siblings.
“Please tell me it’s not that Rachel girl of the Lee family. She’s unbearable!” Yoongi said wincing at the thought of that snobbish girl flinging herself from one prince to the other, in desperate need to marry one of them.
Taehyung mirrored Yoongi’s wince as he remembered what she did the last time they saw her.
Said girl thought it appropriate to come to the royal family’s charity event in a dress that barely left anything for the imagination.
She spent most of the night throwing herself at each prince.
Until Yoongi had finally told her off making the boys sigh in relief as she ran off in “embarrassment”.
“Good God! No! not her.” Taehyung said shaking his head as if to fling the horrible idea out of his head.
“Thank God,” Namjoon said adjusting his glasses and focusing on his breakfast, again.
“Then who is the girl you went out with?” Hoseok smirked as he swerved the conversation back to its main lane.
Taehyung glared at his older brother.
“It’s not someone that you know.” He said looking down at his plate.
The Queen could notice her son’s behaviour.
HE LIKES YOU.
but he didn’t want to show it yet.
She knew from the way he was playing with his food and his refusal to look anyone in the eye.
The Queen looked over to her husband as he noticed, too.
“However it turns out ... I hope that you will introduce her to us soon.” She said picking up her glass of orange juice.
“Ma, it’s way too early for this,” Taehyung said groaning. He knew they were not going to let him be.
All of them laughed at his childlike behaviour as they continued their breakfast.
A few days had passed since then, but Taehyung managed to keep in touch with you.
You, on the other hand, tried not to think anything of it. Your insecurities scolding your hopeful and imaginative side for even thinking about the possibility that the Prince might be interested in you.
You thought “Who am I to catch the attention of the Prince?”
You were not naive, you kept up with the royal families of the world, not only because you were interested but because you major in art history required a certain amount of knowledge about the royal families.
And you knew that Princes usually marry girls with high status, if not, then to girls who were heiresses to wealthy families.
And you, you came from a middle-class family. You were not poor, but you were not rich either... You were comfortable enough.
While your insecurities were feeding off your doubts, Prince Taehyung was trying to come up with the perfect date.
Until Yoongi suggested the best ideal date ever.
Your heart stopped, it almost did when you found the prince’s guards waiting by your office at the museum.
“Hi,” Taehung said bowing a little.
“Hi,” you said dragging the word out as you were sceptical of why he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be carrying out royal engagements?
“Are you listening to me?” Taehyung said snapping his fingers.
“Hmmm... What?” you said shaking your head slightly.
“I asked whether you’re free for the next couple of days or not?” he asked repeating himself with a small smile on his face.
He may not be showing it, but deep down, his heart was beating fast and his hands were sweating as he clasped them together.
“Other than work then I’ve got nothing to do,” you said shrugging and moving behind your desk to sit.
“What would you like to drink?” you asked taking a seat.
“Oh, no don’t bother I am not staying for too long,” he said shaking his head and taking a seat as well.
“Can’t you take a couple of days off from work?” he asked as he scratched the back of his neck, getting more and more nervous by the second.
“What for?”
Before he could answer, both of you were interrupted.
“ Y/N you got 15 minutes until the German tourists arrive, what’s taking you so lon-... Oh!” A friend of yours slash your colleague entered suddenly without knocking.
“I didn’t know you had company!” Your friend said still standing in his place and looking Taehyung up and down.
You glared at him, “Jay, this is Prince Taehyung!” you said through gritted teeth.
The poor guy was not a native of the country so he didn’t really know about its rulers.
“Oh! I am ... I am so sorry.” he said bowing slightly.
He stood there not know really what to do in the presence of a Prince.
“Jay I’ll be out there in a few moments,” you said dismissing him.
Nodding he got out as he closed the door after him as Taehyung quirked an eyebrow.
“So, you were saying?” you asked getting back to your topic.
Taehyung adjusted his posture. He didn’t know what came over him but he did not like that Jay dude.
He felt like there was something between the two of you, but he ignored it.
“Can you take a couple of days off?”
“You didn’t tell me why?” you asked sorting out a few papers before you head out to the group of tourists.
“I-I-I want to take you out on a date.” He said, quickly avoiding your eyes.
“What?” you halted your movement.
“A date? ... you know the one where I take out so that...” He was in the process of explaining what a date is, very slowly as if explaining it to a little kid until you stopped him.
“I know what a date is?” you said giving him a funny look.
“So...?” he was waiting for an answer as his legs kept on bouncing out of nervousness.
“I-I don’t know ... Why?” you said astonished at the fact that he wants to take you out on a date.
“W-w-why!!! What do you mean why?” He asked starting to stutter in fear of rejection.
“A-a-are you dating that Jay guy? Is that why you’re hesitant to go out with me?” He asked now ready to run out of your office and disappear for the rest of his life because of the embarrassment he was feeling.
“What? No, I am not. I-I ... I am just surprised that you want to take me out on a date?” You said lowering your head to avoid his gaze.
Taehyung sighed in relief to know that there was nothing between you and Jay.
“What’s wrong with me taking you out?” He asked tilting you chin up so he could look into your eyes.
“I mean .. I am not rich and I am not the daughter of a duke or a viscount. I have no title and I know it’s preferable for a Prince to date someone of status.” You said looking down again.
“What?” Taehyung scoffed at the idea.
“Well, that was in the past monarchies, but now it’s different... I mean yes some royals still stick to this rule but we don’t.” He said explaining to you in hopes of tuning down your fears.
You gave him a small smile.
“So, will you go out with me?” he asked caressing your cheek.
You nodded shyly.
He kissed your cheek and headed for the door.
“Make sure to take off four days.” He said as he got out.
“Four days for one date?” You asked in confusion as you scrunched your nose.
“I’ll text you the details, just do as I say.” He said chuckling at your cute expression and giving you a peck on your nose button.
You blushed, hoping that no one saw that.
You did take a few days off as Taehyung said but things were getting very suspicious when he asked to pack a small bag for travelling.
You certainly did not expect to find yourself in an airport waiting to board a plane to fuckin’ Paris.
And as we mentioned in the previous part, precious TaeTae supports environmental causes so he refused to fly both of you out in a private jet.
Instead, he flew you both in first class with the rest of the people.
Moving past that, here’s how the date went:
Tae, of course, respected your privacy and your personal space so he booked a room for you, knowing that you won’t agree to stay with him in one room, and you guys are not close enough to take such a step.
“There is no time to waste,” he told you.
So, you unpacked and made sure to wear comfortable clothes for the day.
He was waiting for you in front of his room as both of your rooms were facing each other.
“You ready?” He asked flashing you his boxy smile.
Taking your hand in his, he led you to the elevator and down to the lobby.
Well here’s a surprise.
You went to your destination on bicycles.
If you don’t know how to ride one, Taehyung would let you sit in front of him as he drove the bike with both of his arms engulfing you and your back pressed to his chest.
Cute! right?
“You’re kidding me, right?” you gasped as you saw the Louvre in front of you.
“What do you think?” he asked standing next to you inspecting your reaction.
“Oh my God, it’s PERFECT.” you screamed as you jumped on him hugging him tightly.
“I am glad you love it,” he said hugging you back.
“Oh God, I always wanted to come here since I graduated.”
“Do you know how many masterpieces are in there?”
You kept on rambling on and on and telling him what you’re most excited to see.
He was so happy that he didn’t focus on anything but you as the two of you walked together hand in hand.
“This is a painting by Jacques-Louis David. It shows you the coronation of Napoleon at the Notre Dame, here in Paris. It was completed in 1805 and belongs to the period of Neoclassicism.” You said standing in front of one of the paintings.
Taehyung looked over the description of the painting to find the exact same info that you’ve just told him.
He smiled at you and...
not being able to control himself he kissed you.
THAT WAS YOUR FIRST KISS WITH HIM
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MUSEUM (and not any museum)
His lips were so soft.
And the kiss itself was so gentle and warm.
and it was so slow as if the savour every moment of it.
he cupped your face into his large hands.
There was something about the way he kissed you that made your heart thunder in your chest.
unbeknownst to you, a guy was approaching the both of you as you two were busy looking into each other’s eyes.
The guy was taking photos of people around the city and he took two photos of you both and gave them to you.
“Thank you!” you said smiling as he nodded and left with his polaroid camera.
The photos were one of you kissing and the other after you both kissed and were lost in each other’s eyes.
you smiled as you both looked at the photos that captured a magnificent moment; it was as if there was no one but you two in this world.
The focus was on both of you as the other people surrounding you appeared blurry. it gave the feeling of time pausing just for the two of you.
They were beautiful.
You almost spent the whole day there as there was too much to see.
“I can’t tell you how lovely today was.” You said munching on your food as the both of you spent the remainings of your night at a Parisian cafe with beautiful French music playing in the background.
“You just wait until tomorrow.” He said excitedly adjusting his glasses and biting into his food as well.
“What? No way. Taehyung this is too much.” you said as the cost of all the things that he did for you today, starting from the first-class ticket to the fancy food you were eating right now, started to haunt you at the back of your mind.
“Don’t you think that this is too much for a first date?” you asked saddened at the idea that people will definitely think that you’re a gold digger, and that’s not what you are.
He shrugged, “I just want to impress you.”
“You’re doing an amazing job at it, but I don’t like you spending this much money on me,” you said voicing your concerns.
You didn’t want the words GOLD DIGGER to be plastered all over the news with your photo accompanying it, giving the people a face to hate on and bully.
You shivered at the idea of you receiving hate.
Taehyung could basically tell what’s going through your mind.
“Don’t worry about the others,” he said reaching out for your hand.
He couldn’t really stop your fears because the paparazzi were ruthless, and they would do anything to sell their articles or gain more audience.
His secretary and his brother’s secretaries have always warned them against the paps. They feed off your mistakes.
One mistake, just one. And they attack you like a hungry shark that smelled blood for the first time in a while.
All he or his brothers could do for their loved ones is to try and protect their privacy.
He gave a reassuring smile as he squeezed your hand gently.
“Let’s just focus on our date yeah.”
You nodded pushing the thought to the back of your mind.
The next day He took you to the “Musée National Picasso-Paris”.
You were in awe. Literally.
Everything that you saw was either studied through various slides of power points or huge books AND RIGHT NOW YOU’RE SEEING THEM IN REAL LIFE.
You were going to faint ... you were sure of it.
Fuckin’ PICASSO.
“I feel like I can’t breathe,” you said holding on to his arm.
He looked down at you with a smile that almost made his eyes unable to see you clearly from how wide he was smiling.
“ I feel like I am dreaming” you squeaked and did mini jumps.
“Yeah I could see that,” he said pulling you to him and hugging you from behind as you both stood in front of one of the paintings.
“Come on tell me about this one,” he said pointing at the painting in front of you.
You kept on explaining as you usually do, lost in your own world while Tae was completely lost in ... you.
He was still hugging you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder as he kept on looking at you as you went on describing the details of the painting.
That day you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other (not in that sense you perverts)
I mean, you kept holding hands, he would put his hands on your lower back guiding you through the place, pecking your cheeks every once in a while, you disappearing in the warmth of his arms with your arms circling him etc.
It was safe to say that you’ve never had a date like that and probably will never have ... because at this point you were sure that there was no man like Taehyung.
Of course, the rest of the day was spent visiting other museums, having delicious snacks here and there.
He would literally pull you to dance with him the middle of the street when you both heard a nice melody playing somewhere.
your arms around his neck as his hands held your waist delicately as you both swayed to the music.
“Thank you so much,” you said looking up at him and into his mesmerising and beautiful eyes as you threaded your fingers through his soft hair.
“What for?” he said resting his forehead on yours.
“For all of this of course.”
“Anything for you darling,” he said pecking your nose button.
You smiled and blushed heavily at his cute accent.
The third day was spent differently than the last two days.
He’d insisted that you rest that morning at the hotel because of the heavy sightseeing you both did was just too much for your body.
So you did, you almost slept in most of the day until there was a knock at your door.
“Good afternoon Miss. His royal highness has ordered this for you, and he has requested that you’d be ready by seven o’clock.” A waiter said as he rolled a small table into your room left immediately afterwards.
You didn’t really understand what was going on seeing as you just woke up.
So you decided to freshen up first.
Walking up to the small table you found that Taehyung has ordered you a small snack, a vase of flowers accompanied by a handwritten note.
“Be ready by Seven o’clock, love. enjoy your food and wear something fancy for tonight.”
It was still half-past two when you woke up so you decided to eat while you watched the T.V.
Slept some more cause why not.
After that, you decided to get ready, picked out a fancy dress with your favourite heels.
You were clipping your earrings when you heard a knock on your door at seven o ‘clock on the dot.
“Oh!” you gasped as you were met by a beautiful bouquet of roses with Taehyung hiding behind it.
“Good evening, jagiya.... ready to go?” he asked handing you the flowers.
“Yeah,” you said as you took the flowers, and closed the door behind you.
I know this sounds corny, but let’s not forget that you’re dating a prince who can make anything possible... like:
Having dinner in the gardens of the Chateau de Versaille.
“Oh my God, Tae!” you gasped hiding your blushing face behind the bouquet of flowers he gave to you.
“I thought we could have our dinner on top of the Eiffel tower, but everyone has been doing so lately, and I wanted our date to be unique,” he said opening the chair for you to sit.
You turned around and gave him a look that said: are you kidding me, you talk about it as if renting the fuckin’ Eiffel tower is something that can be easily done.
“I am not kidding, my cousin proposed to his fiancee there, last year,” he said shrugging and taking a seat from across you, mumbling how his cousin’s wedding should take place the next month or so.
“I don’t know what to say!” you said chuckling, still astonished at how such things were so normal for him.
The night went on smoothly.
you then took a walk among the warmly lit streets of Paris, hand in hand.
“ I hope you liked our outings these past few days,” he said looking down at you while his thumb drew small circles on your hand.
“Are you kidding me!”
“You fly me out to fuckin’ PARIS, take me to places that I am sure I wouldn’t have been able to go to on my own, at least not after I slave myself into work to save up for a trip like this, do all of this for me and then ask me whether I like it or not?”
“Tae if you proposed right now, I’d say yes even though we haven’t been together for long,” you said expressing how happy he made you feel.
“you would?” he asked seriously, squinting his eyes at you.
“You’re not going to propose, are you?” you said eyeing him suspiciously.
if you learnt anything from this trip, it’s that Taehyung is unpredictable.
you never know what’s going on inside his head.
Taking a step towards you, which suddenly made you weak in the knees because of his close proximity and the way he was looking at you.
“No, I am not ... not yet anyway,” he said closing the proximity as he kissed you passionately.
What? was he thinking of a future for the both of you already?
but then what was the point of dating someone if you’re not going to end up spending the rest of your lives together.
“Don’t worry we still got time to ... think about this stuff.” Taehyung said as he broke off the kiss which left you in a daze.
He chuckled at your reaction.
He started walking, pulling you gently along with him.
Unfortunately, this daze you were both in was crushed upon your arrival back to your country.
Paparazzi got wind of your romantic getaway.
and the moment you stepped foot out of the airport, both of you were swarmed by a sea of flashing lights.
Everyone dying to see the face of the girl who stole Prince Taehyung’s heart.
Your fears became a reality as you saw the tabloids the following day as some of them stated the estimated amount of money that Prince Taehyung has spent during that trip, but on the bright side...
Other articles were very supportive and excited about you as they somehow managed to get hold of your info.
They talked about how you were a successful woman and that you already dealt with the upper class of the society before.
Some even went far as to expect you to be the perfect royal bride for the Prince, and how you would be a lovely addition to the royal family.
You tried to focus on the positive ones.
Taehyung was very supportive ... and overprotective.
Dating him was one of the best things in your life.
You didn’t really imagine that he would be the type to be touching you all the time.
But that’s just how it is.
He would ALWAYS hold your hand.
Give you small pecks, which your supporters found it to be cute.
When he introduced you to his parents, you were collected and calm but knowing you, he was sure that you were panicking on the inside.
reassuring you through his glances.
And that’s the thing about him, he could just glance at you and know what’s going on inside your head.
The Queen and the King amazed by your love for art.
The Queen even asked for your help.
“I don’t know if Taehyung had told you or not, but my nephew’s wedding will take place next month.” She said putting her cup of tea down
“Yes, he told me a few weeks ago,” you said, remembering when you had your last dinner together in Paris.
“Wonderful! well, I and my sister are having difficulty trying to choose the best church for him because his bride wants to choose one that holds a deep meaning to it, so I was wondering if you could possibly meet up with her, during your free time, of course, to get to know each other and to help her choose the church. I am sure with your experience in art your choice will be wise.” She said with a glint in her eyes.
“Me?” you asked smiling widely not believing what you just heard.
You and the Queen were sitting alone when she asked you this favour.
“Yes, my dear I know how excellent you are at your job, Taehyung has told me so numerous times, and I am sure you’d be of great help.” She said sipping her tea calmly.
Of course, you agreed instantly.
Taehyung was surprised when you told him the news.
“Really, my mother did that?” He made sure to thank his mum for opening up to you and making you feel comfortable.
You nodding excitingly as he placed small pecks all over your face praising you.
He was over the moon when you were getting along with his relatives.
Taehyung was an understanding person.
Like if you don’t want to take your relationship to the next level, physically speaking, then he won’t pressure you at all.
he’d be so understanding and he was happy with whatever you gave him, really.
Not once did he pressure you, unlike past lover who tried to do so.
But ... if you’re willing to move on to the next level.
then you should know that Tae is a very passionate and gentle lover.
definitely would be the kind to hold hands while making sweet love to you.
He won’t do anything wild unless you’re both on the same page.
Or when he’s jealous.
Remember that Jay guy from your work.
Taehyung doesn’t really like him especially when he visits you at work to see him eyeing in a way that infuriates him.
Then I am sorry to tell you that you’d take the rest of the week off from your work because you’d be unable to walk properly.
Taehyung was not possessive, okay? He just doesn’t like the fact that at any moment you can walk out on him.
It was something that all of the boys suffered from, especially when Hoseok himself has experienced such a thing when his girlfriend left him so that she could live a normal life.
Speaking of his brothers, they enjoyed your company.
loved telling you all about Taehyung’s embarrassing moments.
kept teasing him about that small polaroid photo of you both in Paris that he keeps in his wallet.
Him screaming and pouting childishly for them to stop with their abuse.
“Baby, don’t listen to what they’re saying,” he said pouting at you.
And who were you to make fun of him when he was pouting at you like THAT.
You were a sucker for him.
And he was whipped for you.
Him hiding in the crook of your neck to hide his blushing face.
You giving the boys a Look to stop teasing him.
“Whatever you two love birds!” Jimin commenting, making Taehyung fire back at him.
“You’re jealous because you don’t have a loving girlfriend like mine.” He said tightening his hold on you.
Both of them tackling each other to the floor.
Jungkook clapping excitedly next to you as he watched his older brothers banter.
Yoongi asking you why you agreed to date a moron in the first place.
All in all the boys definitely treated you as a sister.
They could see how you made their precious TaeTae happy.
Let’s talk about Tannie, shall we?
Tae would gift you Tannie on your first anniversary after you had expressed your desire to have a pet.
YOU LOVED TANNIE (I mean how could you not)
Both of you being Tannie’s parents.
Tannie being protective over you even though he’s so smol and won’t probably be able to save you in case something happened, still he barks like a pitbull at anything that he thinks might be a danger to you.
Taehyung telling Tannie to bark at any man who tries to approach or flirt with you.
You laughing because he’s being a dork.
Tannie sleeping with you both in bed like a baby.
Prince Jungkook:
Jungkook never thought that he would meet the love of his life while on a royal engagement.
He met you when he was scheduled to promote the games he was launching in an event at your university.
Looking back on that day, all he could focus on that day was you.
You were so bold.
Like how you barged into the lecture hall, apologising to your professor for being late.
Which was a first for you.
As you barged in, you didn’t take notice of the young Prince standing next to your Professor who was shooting you daggers for not acknowledging the Prince.
Before running to your seat...
“Y/N!!!” your professor called and you could feel the irritation in his voice.
Turning back v e r y slowly with a wince on your face... “Yes, Sir?”
You didn’t want to be kicked out of class.
Jungkook chuckling quietly at the scene unfolding before his amused eyes.
“This is Prince Jungkook, he is here to promote the games, remember?”
Your professor said through gritted teeth as he tried to indirectly point your attention towards the Prince whom you should have bowed to and acknowledged properly.
BUT your sweet innocent self didn’t catch on.
Moving your eyes from right to left as you tried to rack through your mind for the exact date of the Prince’s visit to your university.
Scrunching your face you went on and said...“Wasn’t that supposed to take place tomorrow?”
By now you were sure that your professor was facepalming himself mentally.
Jungkook was trying to stifle his laugh because the whole thing was too funny for him.
Blinking a few times, You then realised that you HAVE to acknowledge the Prince.
“Oh!....It’s our pleasure that you took the time to visit our university ... Sir?!”
You were sure that your professor’s eyes couldn’t grow any wider as you felt that they may fall out of there sockets any moment now.
You were supposed to address Jungkook with your highness, not sir.
You tucked slightly on your (y/fav./c) headphones, which Jungkook assumed to be your favourite colour, as your head tilted to the side not really understanding what you did wrong.
He thought you were really cute.
He chuckled loudly this time. “It’s not a problem professor, you can proceed to take a seat ...Miss?”
Thankfully you caught on his questioning gaze understanding that he was asking for your last name.
You gave him a small smile as you bowed your head slightly ...”Y/L/N”.
Nodding back at you, satisfied that he got your name.
Definitely had his secretary run a background check on you, just to know the basic stuff nothing too personal.
Going back to your seat, all he could focus on was ...
the way you were dressed so casually, somehow your style seemed to fit you perfectly and it caught his attention.
How the pen you were using was moving smoothly between your fingers when you were not taking down any notes.
How one of your knees was bouncing out of habit as you didn’t seem to be doing it out of nervousness.
And finally, the fact that you were actually listening to what he was saying, unlike other girls who were shamelessly checking him out.
One girl was bold enough so as to wink at him, but he paid her no mind as he shifted his attention back to you.
And that was how you both first met.
Returning to the palace that night he made up his mind that he wanted to ask you out.
But being the nervous bunny he is, he didn’t know what to do, so he turned to the boys for help.
Jin told him to be natural and not to freak out, especially that it’s Jungkook’s first relationship.
And since most of the boys are experienced than him, they told him that it might be overwhelming for you, in the beginning, to be dating a Prince.
Jungkook then suggested that he asks you out through a text and this was the boys’ reaction:
Yoongi sighing in disappointment. 🤦🏻♂️
Hoseok chuckling at his lack of experience on how to ask a girl out.
Namjoon wincing at the thought.
Jin immediately slapping him (Not harshly ofc, just messing with him.)
“Have you forgotten your manner? Is that how a gentleman asks a lady out?”
You know how Jin yells at them? that’s exactly how he looked like.😂
Jungkook shaking his head no.
Jimin laughing at Jin’s reaction and falling out of his chair (falling of chairs is kinda his thing, you know?)
Taehyung snorting at his baby brother.
“ You should buy her some flowers, most of the girls I went out with love it when I bought them flowers,” Hoseok said advising his little brother.
“Yeah, especially if they hold a certain meaning,” Namjoon added agreeing with Hoseok as the rest of the boys nodded in agreement, too.
“Don’t wear any of the fancy clothes that we wear during an engagement when you go to ask her out because it will cause unwanted attention, and it might make her uncomfortable,” Yoongi said as Hoseok nodded with wide eyes amazed that his twin pays attention to these details.
“Make sure to keep the bodyguards at a distance from the both of you. you don’t want to freak her out with the number of guards that follow you around!” Taehyung said.
“Yeah, the poor thing might think she’s under arrest,” Jimin said laughing as he imagined the situation.
Jungkook nodded furiously as he processed everything in his mind, and how he was going to plan your date.
That day when he decided to pay you a visit to the university, he made sure to wear something casual that matched your style.
He even got you one single flower which was a yellow Hibiscus that signifies delicate beauty.
something which he sensed the moment he saw you.😍
Here’s an interesting fact...
The day he decided to pay you a visit to the university another guy was trying to ask you out.
Here’s the funny part ... Jungkook was standing right behind you when that was happening.
But don’t worry before you could refuse the poor guy, he ran away in fear of a scowling bunny standing behind you.
And because you didn’t feel him creeping up behind you, you jumped in surprise with a hand over your chest when you turned around.
The first thing you noticed was his casual attire which was really good on him.
He was silent for a few moments.
“May I help you with something ... your highness!”
You made sure to address him correctly this time.
“Please, just call me Jungkook.”
You nodded waiting for him to say what he wanted.
Jumping again slightly as he almost shoved the flower in your face.
He was so nervous, so excuse his clumsiness.
“It’s for you!” he said handing you the flower.
“Oh! thank you, that’s so sweet... But what for?”
“Would you do me the honour of going out on a date with me, tonight?” he asked scratching the back of his head.
Why is he so formal? you thought.
You couldn’t help yourself as you wanted to tease him a little and see his reaction.
“Bold of you to assume that I am free tonight,”
His eyes widened.
“I-I-I mean i-if you’re busy tonight, w-we can arrange ...”
Poor thing was a stuttering mess.
“No, it’s okay I am free tonight,” you said cutting him off.
He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.
You giggled at his reaction as you did not expect The Prince Jungkook in all his glory to be this nervous to ask you out.
“Great, I’ll pick you up at 5:45,″
“And wear something comfy,” He said using his fingers to count the things he was telling you as if he’s been memorising this and didn’t want to forget anything.
“Alright!” you said giving him a small nod.
“I’ll see you later,” he said slowly backing away from you and giving you a small wave before wiping his hands on his jeans. Obviously to hide the fact that his hands were sweaty because he was super nervous.
Somehow he made you smile even though he didn’t do anything.
But it was the little things that made you smile.
Like the cute little flower that was resting between your fingers.
Or the fact that he put effort into dressing as if he’s someone normal and not the son of one of the most popular royal families.
Shrugging to yourself you headed to the rest of your lectures before returning to your home with a feeling that you’ll enjoy the date.
.....
Worried is not the word to what you were feeling right now.
Panic... yes, it’s definitely panic.
You really wanted to impress Jungkook plus it’s your first date since a while and right now you seem as if you’ve forgotten how to act around a guy on a date.
And more precisely ... How to dress for the occasion!
Picking up your phone, you looked for Jungkook’s number through your texts.
He had texted a few hours prior to make sure that you’re still on for tonight.
You refrained from asking him how he got your number because that would be the stupidest question of the century seeing that he’s a fuckin’ Prince and can easily get a hold of any info he needed.
“Can you elaborate more on the comfy clothes aspect???”
He replied almost instantly.
“Wear anything that makes you comfortable, just don’t wear heels or a fancy dress,”
Well, that’s easy. All you need to do is calm down and focus on choosing an outfit that looks cute on you. Easy.
You finally settled on a nice outfit for the night, and just as you were getting ready to wait in your living room, you heard a knock at the door.
5:45 on the d o t.
Opening the door you found Jungkook standing there with a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.
“Hi!”
“Hey!”
Before you could invite him into your house, you heard someone clear their throat along with “Your highness!”... it was one of his guards.
“Oh, eh Y/N I am so sorry but can my men take a quick look around your place, just a security check!” He said as his eyes gave you an apologetic look.
He’s annoyed at the fact that he can’t just have a normal date.
“Oh, no it’s okay,” you said letting them get in and check your apartment.
Waiting by the door you made small talk with Jungkook.
“You really didn’t have to bring flowers and chocolates, that’s too much!” you said as he handed you said items.
“Oh, no it’s nothing really. I just want this date to be perfect,” he said scratching the back of his head.
“Thank you!” you said giving him a shy smile.
“Everything is alright, your highness,” one of his guards said giving him a small nod.
Jungkook thanked them as he entered your house.
He took a look around your place noting how cosy it is.
“It’s not that fancy,” you said putting the flowers in a vase and adding some water to it.
“I think it’s brilliant!” He said still looking around with an awed look in his eyes.
and it is, Jungkook actually loved your place because everything in it screamed YOU.
The perfect lighting.
The soft music that was playing somewhere which led him to the thought of you getting ready with some music on.
And the colour-coordinated cushions on your warm looking sofa.
Also, your place had this rich, soothing and warm aroma that engulfed him.
He thought your place was P E R F E C T.
You smiled at his comment.
“I’ll just get my things.” you said pointing towards your room.
“It’s okay. Take your time!” He said shrugging as he buried his hands in his pockets.
Turning off the music that was playing in your room, you took your jacket and bag, turned off the lights and closed the door as you headed towards Jungkook who was waiting by the door.
“Everything set?” he asked as he opened the door for you.
You hummed as you smiled at his gentlemanly attitude.
He led you towards his car truck.
“A truck?” you gave him a questioning look.
“I don’t usually drive this beast around, I just borrowed it for tonight,” he said chuckling.
“You’re not a serial killer, right?” you asked eyeing him suspiciously in a joking manner.
“I can assure you, I am not,” he said laughing as he opened the door for you.
“What about your bodyguards?” you asked he got in the driver’s seat.
“They will be around, but keeping their distance,” he said starting the ignition.
“Great! making sure that you kill me without anyone witnessing,” you said sarcastically.
He laughed at your sense of humour.
My dear reader, the date was P E R F E C T .
First, he took you to the beach to have a picnic while watching the sunset.
He even let you choose whether you wanted to have your picnic on the sand or on the back of his truck.
You were even surprised when you found out he made the food himself
“You made all of this!” You were impressed.
It wasn’t much just various types of sandwiches, some fresh juice and a light dessert.
But you appreciated the gesture.
“Yup,” he said with a smug look on his face. (Proud Kookie 😍)
He was proud that he managed to impress you.
and this was just the beginning of the night.
He would sneak a few glances at you.
Almost spilt his juice on his shirt when he was staring for too long.
decided to use a straw so he wouldn’t spill anything. (and so he can stare as much as he liked.😂)
(You know how Jungkook looks at someone while sipping on his banana milk, that’s exactly how he would look at you.)
“Can I ask you something?” he asked as his curiosity was eating him alive.
“Yeah, sure go ahead,” you said biting into your dessert.
“What were you going to say to that guy earlier? The one who was asking you out,” he asked trying to avoid your intense gaze that was trying to understand why he was asking such a question.
THEN, it hit you... he was jealous.
deciding against teasing him, you answered him directly.
“I was going to say no,” you said as you watched his reaction closely.
“Really?” he suddenly perked up.
“I mean why?” he clear his throat pretending that he was disinterested and was just casually asking.
He got even happier when he knew that, that guy is a jerk who was running after your friend and when she refused him he decided to run after you.
“So that’s why you were grumpy this morning?” you asked with a teasing tone.
“Who? me? I wasn’t grumpy at all,” he said denying, but you both know that it annoyed him that someone else was asking you out.
You both laughed it off as you enjoyed the soft waves of the sea and how it tugged the setting sun to sleep.
After that, he took you to a drive-in movie.
which you got super excited about because you’ve never done it and wanted to do it for so long.
Poor Jungkook almost jumped in his seat when you screamed in joy as he backed the back of his truck to a big screen.
He was so happy that you’re happy.
He thought you looked so precious when you started clapping in excitement.
He even put down a sheet and some pillows so you can sit comfortably, and when you both sat down he put a small blanket over the two of you in case you got cold.
Would definitely be the kind of guy to make the move, you know what I mean?
Like he’d pretend to yawn.
stretch his arms.
And finally, put one arm over your shoulder.
You ofc realised and chuckled at his cuteness.
Kookie was on top of the world at this moment.
especially when you leaned into him and put your head on his shoulder.
He prayed that you wouldn’t feel his quickened heartbeats.
He was sure his chest was going to explode.
He felt your head moving so he looked down at you to see you looking up at him.
he blushed at your close proximity.
blushed even more when you thanked him for this beautiful night.
“It’s nothing, and I already told you I wanted it to be perfect,”
“It couldn’t get any better!” you said giving him a big smile.
“Well, that where you’re wrong,” he said as he gently pulled you close.
“Wait there’s more?” you asked as you suddenly sat up.
he almost whined at the loss of your warms.
“Yeah!” he said rubbing small circles on your back.
“Jungkook, this too much,”
“No, it is not,” he said pulling you back to him.
Afterwards, my dear reader, he got you some ice-cream, and you both ate it as you watched the starry sky, away from the blinding lights of the city.
“It’s perfect!” you said astonished at the amount of the stars that are visible in the dark night.
You are perfect.
Jungkook commented in his head as he stared at you the same way he did when he was drinking his juice.
“Right?” you asked when you didn’t get an answer from him.
He hummed while nodding at you.
You smiled as you licked into your ice-cream and looked back at the sky.
You really hated that the night was over.
you wanted to spend more time with Jungkook.
Ever the gentleman he is, he dropped you right in front of your house, opened the car’s door for you and walked you to your door.
“I had the loveliest night ever!” you said holding onto your jacket.
“Me, too! I am glad that you enjoyed our date, means I can take you out again?” he asked scratching the back of his head for the millionth time tonight.
“Yeah, you definitely can!” you said slightly rocking back and forth on your heels in excitement.
He chuckled at your cuteness.
“I’ll see you later then!” He said giving you a kiss on the cheek and left.
You cursed him for being a gentleman who doesn’t kiss on the first date.
He told his brothers how well his date went, and they were so happy for him.
“Oh look our little kookie is all grown up,” Taehyung said squeezing his cheeks.
Making the others laugh.
“Did you kiss her?” Hoseok asked with a sly look in his eyes.
“A gentleman never tells,” Jungkook said blushing and avoiding his gaze.
“I tell you what? We raised him well,” Jin said laughing and patting Jungkook on the shoulder.
The others laughed and nodded their heads in agreement.
Jungkook spent the night texting you.
you guys ended up having more dates.
He gave you a mind-blowing kiss on your second date.
kissing became your favourite hobby for the following days.
he loves spending time at your apartment.
Your relationship wasn’t a secret for too long.
obviously someone took pictures of the two of you on your fourth date.
The Media went C R A Z Y.
Paparazzi followed you everywhere.
Jungkook was afraid that you’d break things off with him because of the pressure.
especially when people started to criticise your every move on the social media and say that you’re not enough for there Prince.
Which was very tormenting to you because let’s face it, Jungkook is not called the golden maknae for nothing. In your eyes he is the definition of perfect, so you kinda felt that you were not enough for him.
Jungkook almost cried when you opened up about this particular insecurity because to him you are more than enough and, he couldn’t bear the idea of you feeling low or sad.
And with his encouraging warm hugs and words, you managed to go through all of this.
His mother was a little disappointed that she found out that her youngest was dating through the media.
but instantly understood Jungkook’s intentions when he voiced his insecurity of you leaving him and that he was not sure if you could take it.
He promised to make it up to her by introducing the two of you.
which made her extremely happy.
You never thought in a million years that when Jungkook gets mad he looks like a bull that is ready to kill.
it happened once when you were both out, and one of the paparazzi dared to take hold of your arm demanding that you “give him a smile,”
Let me tell you Jungkook was ready to pounce on him.
Thank God, you are so smart that you know that they’re doing so to get a reaction out of him.
so you stopped him before he could punch the guy.
“Kook, it’s not worth it. They just want to rile you up to get a reaction out of you for their headlines next day,” you whispered in his ears as you tried to calm him down.
“Don’t touch her, ever again. Do you understand!” He said glaring and point his finger at the guy.
The Palace had to release a statement asking the Paparazzi to stop their assault and not to invade the personal space of any of the Princes’ girlfriends/fiancees.
When you met the Queen and the King you were so nervous, but Jungkook assured you that they will love you.
And they did.
in fact, they saw you as the perfect match for Jungkook.
The queen was so happy that Jungkook has found a girl who could balance his over energetic self.
she was sure that he’d propose to you.
And you loved them both as they treated you so nicely.
Jungkook would sometimes stay at your place for days and vice versa.
The first time you stayed at the palace you were overwhelmed.
But he managed to take to your mind off of it. 😉
Speaking of which:
if you’re a virgin and want to wait till marriage
Jungkook would totally understand
He is the most understanding baby ever... like
when you guys are in the middle of a really heavy make out session.
you can definitely see/feel how HARD it is when he pulls away reassuring you that everything is fine.
he never complains about it. NEVER.
But... if you’re not waiting till marriage, then...
Prepare yourself for the wildest sex of your life
here’s something that I’ve wanting to say for a long time: ...
Jungkook is a sweet bunny in the streets, but a wild bunny under the sheets.
LOTS of hickeys ... okay?
like he doesn’t care, deal with it.
Prefers to be passionate.
would be the kind to hold you close during love making.
won’t care if there’s photos of the both of you being affectionate all over the media.
but bear in mind that he’s a Prince and was raised well, so he wouldn’t do anything risky in public. (Unless he’s sure you wouldn’t get caught)👀
He is the best cuddler.
likes to be both the big or the small spoon depending on the mood.
like if he had had a rough day he’d definitely be the small spoon.
he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair.
One thing he ADORES is when you’re needy ... not needy as in horny but like yearning for his warm hugs, small kisses, his eyes looking at you like you hang up the stars every night.
he remembers that one time when you where having a hard time at college and when you saw him ... you just ran into his arms throwing yourself for him to catch you, and you looked up at him with a pout and said “love me!”.
HE FOUND IT SO FREAKIN’ CUTE THAT HE THOUGHT HE MIGHT DIE ... OKAY? IT MADE HIS HEART MELT.
You on the other hand had noticed a look in his eyes in that moment like you’re a small puppy that he must protect at all costs.
Since that moment, and you both knew that he’s a sucker for you especially when you need affection.
When you guys are out together, and there’s a huge crowd around you, he makes sure that you’re safe.
like he puts his hand on your lower back.
or grasps your hand in his, tightly.
would always look at you every few seconds to make sure you’re next to him.
His brothers love you.
they would be so excited to tell you about all his embarrassing moments as a child.
The queen showing you Jungkook’s baby pictures that were not released to the public.
You cooing because HE IS A CUTIE.
Attends your graduation with his brothers.
like they’re so proud of you.
Specially Kookie. 😍
Takes lots of pictures of you.
Will spoil you for weeks after your hard work in your senior year.
He would even celebrate with you and his brothers when you get your first job.
Him lowkey being mad that you wouldn’t allow him to help you find a job because you know he’ll use his connections for you if he has to.
A/N: Please do not hesitate to tell me your opinion or I’ll cry.🥺🥺🥺🥺
#bts imagines#bts#bts headcanons#bts fanfic#bts maknae line#bts jimin#bts taehyung#bts jungkook#jimin x reader#jimin headcanon#jimin x you#jimin x y/n#taehyung x reader#taehyung x you#taehyung x y/n#jungkook x reader#taehyung headcanon#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#taehyung imagine#jungkook imagine#jeon jungkook imagine#jeon jungkook fluff#jeon jungkook scenarios#kim taehyung#kim taehyung imagines#kim taehyung scenarios#park jimin#park jimin imagine#park jimin scenarios
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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (chapter 5)
Fic summary:
Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in.
Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers
Tommy likes climbing on the old rides
Wilbur likes having a place to play his music
Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers
That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road.
Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?
Chapter summary:
the dream team talk how to maximize their attacks
the sleepy boys talk about no more fighting
Chapter word count: 1938 (a little shorter than usual sry)
AO3
I am the author, please don’t re-upload this fic to any other sites/ reblog>re-upload
As the hazing summer weather beamed through the glass panes of their windows, the oldest of all the Dream kids, Bad, was recleaning out the scar on George’s cheek, making sure it was safe for him to go out for the day without him getting it infected, Covering it up with some gauze and medical tape once he was satisfied it wouldn’t be getting infected. Dream watched with ferocious intensity as he tried to memorise every movement, Bad wasn’t home very often, he had school and other things to deal with, so Dream was left to be the biggest brother most of the time.
When he was little, he would have jumped at the chance to be in charge! It meant he was strong and trustworthy but recently, despite his confident facade, he did find himself getting worried a lot. Being the oldest meant knowing what to do when everyone else was scared, it meant being the bravest! And while he did have to admit he was a natural born leader, he didn’t always feel prepared. People were unpredictable and it scared him a little that it was his responsibility to judge them now.
“Look” Bad sighed as he listened to his two youngest brothers rant on and on about how mean their ‘rivals’ were; as much as he hated to see them all upset and bothered like this, he was sure something must have happened to cause such a big feud. Kids don’t just fight for the sake of fighting right? When he was their age, he, skeppy and their other friend used to just prank people and play random games together. Maybe they did play fight, he couldn’t really remember..
“Are you sure that nothing happened to provoke them? I believe you muffin heads but maybe try to talk to them about sharing the park next time? Not everything has to be a war y’know……. And keep the gauze on this time! The doctor said you can’t leave it open until it’s fully healed. If you think those boys are actually dangerous I can go talk to their parents while you're gone, stay away from them though okay? I don’t want any more bumps or scratches.”
As the boys all scrambled to grab their things before running out the door, they each gave Bad a hug, letting him know they’d call if they would be out late. The summer air lingered with an overwhelming feeling of comfort and familiarity as the three kids walked down the street, they hadn’t lived here long at all but they’d already made a name for themselves; they had even already made a group of enemies on the same street as them. This would be fun.
Walking around in a thick green hoodie and a mask was proving to be more of a challenge that he had initially anticipated though, he wasn’t sure what kind of hell they had moved into but summer was so much more than summer. It was thick thick air, beads of sweat, and absolute torture. He felt his breath fog up and condensate his mask, leaving a coating of wet breath along the inside of the plasticy surface. It was disgusting but he’d rather pass out through heat exhaustion than take it off. Taking off the jumper was fine though, he did need to take extra care when pulling it off though since he couldn’t risk accidentally flashing his face.
Dream had always enjoyed the more violent games, he was an athletic boy, the most athletic out of all his brothers, and he loved trying to see if they could track him down or catch him. This usually ended up being games of hide and seek or bulldog that got taken too far, the scar on the cheek hadn’t been a big deal for them since they were so used to playing in such a rough manner. To them, this was all a game. They’d have a big war over the den but at the end of the day they’d still be friends, if he was being honest Dream was glad he had found other boys who liked the same kind of games as they did!
His brother’s were fun but they were getting predictable, he knew how they’d react. He wanted new people to play with! He wanted the chance to team up with George and Sapnap and fight as one.
This would be fun. They needed a plan though.
“I think.. I think we need to prove that we deserve to hang out there too. There’s absolutely no reason why a little kid should be allowed there but we can't!” Balling his fist up and hitting it directly into the palm of his hand as he tried to think, Dream led the group in the direction of the woods.
“Wilbur thinks he can talk about what they want as if we don’t exist! I say we declare war on L’manburg! Who are they to say where we can and cannot go!”
Sapnap, the youngest of the three but not by much -certainly not as big of an age gap as the sleepy boys had- had yelled out, waving his toy wooden sword around in mock anger. Really, he was a little upset about not being allowed into the park but it would be so much more fulfilling once they had earned their passage into it.
Dream glanced at his brother and chuckled, George was holding a toy axe as well, himself having a nerf crossbow, which he had saved up all of his pocket money for a whole month to buy. After doing so many dishes to get the extra cash, he was absolutely going to try it out.
“Dream you’re good at running, I’d say you should snipe them from behind a bush with your crossbow and when they’re weak you run in there. While they’re distracted George and I can charge in from another point. We shouldn’t attack today, George is still wounded and we aren’t prepared. Let’s just scope the scene and find an alternative entrance”
Admittedly, Dream had a tendency to underestimate his brothers. This was proof enough that Sap could be smart though, it would be an objectively bad idea to attack while they were weakened and the enemy was strong. They only had their ‘weapons’ to defend themselves with, in case the sleepy boys started throwing rocks again.
In fact, he was still quite surprised that Wilbur even had thrown the rock. He had expected him to be an easy target, he was carrying a guitar around and he was so tall, Dream could definitely push him over if he wanted to play dirty. While it wasn’t ideal they had a tough enemy, he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t intrigued to see what would happen next.
Yes, this game was going to be very fun.
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“Okay everyone!”
Phil called out, his three brothers all sat on a half-rubble brick wall.
“So we all know that we’ve already had two people get hurt inside the L’manburg walls. Obviously nobody wanted this to happen, whether it was from losing your temper or just not paying attention to your surroundings, we need to do something about it” Phil clapped his hands together, he knew them well, if he made this into something fun they might actually take his advice.
“L’manburg is not just a hang out spot, it’s not just a theme park either! It is our great nation! And, like every great nation, we need laws and rulers to keep us safe!”
Looking around, he saw how their faces perked up, even Techno, who didn’t usually enjoy roleplaying, seemed excited. It was a nice change, especially things were starting to get mundane, considering there wasn’t much of the park left unexplored -Wil had expressed a desire to want to check out the swampy area but Phil immediately shut down that idea, telling him that even if Wil ended up okay, Tommy would copy him and without a doubt get hurt.
“Wilbur will be your president, while I’m not here he’s going to keep you safe and make any tough decisions. Tommy, you will be the vice president” he had to keep himself from saying this role was just to keep the boy from getting upset at not being chosen for anything cool.
“Tommy, this is very important, do you think you can handle it?”
The young boy nodded excitedly, bouncing a little where he was sitting.
“Okay, Tommy you need to help Wilbur make all the important decisions, and when anybody wants to join L’manburg you need to get Wilbur and then you can be in charge of making them go away” As silly as it was, at least he could trust Tommy to not throw rocks if he was told not to.
“Finally Techno,”
“Oh my god, me too?” The teen chuckled
“Of course, we need our warrior! Where would we be without our brave fighter!”
“Ah yes, the warrior. Tommy, I eagerly await your command. I’m so ready to fight people” Techno pulled his hair back, tying it at the back in a low ponytail as some small wisps framed his face. It was beautiful, everyone seemed to agree on that -unless they were overly masculine teenage boys- but Techno would kill anyone who dared say so in an instance.
He seemed to be stifling a little laugh, he was never into acting or theatre like his brothers were, while he was little he always preferred playing strategy games rather than make believe ones. That being said, he still loved seeing them happy and even though he doubted he would be doing it nearly as much as they would, he’d make an effort to play along.
The grin that shot across Tommy’s face was reason enough to roleplay, just a bit.
“Okay okay so we need laws too! Wilbur, as the president, has already prepared a list”
Phil sat down on the wall, it was cold and uncomfortable but against the humid air mixed with the slight smell of mildew from the slowly rotting park, it was nice. Last night, he had stayed up late with Wilbur, talking about this idea. If they gave Tommy a new place to hang out inside the park and called it the White house, he’d surely play there instead of doing whatever it is he does on the coasters.
It still made Phil a little dizzy to think that they had been letting Tommy climb unsupervised while he wasn’t here, hopefully he had the mind to not go too high but knowing his brother, he would have taken the chance to climb higher.
Wilbur cleared his throat as he got a piece of paper out of his pocket.
“Dear citizens of L’manburg”
Tommy giggled, which made Wilbur give him a little smile before he carried on with his speech.
“We will be a peaceful nation! I intend to rule this land without the need for any more people getting hurt. Any kind of weaponry, including collected rocks, are strictly prohibited inside L’manburg, the only instance in which we fight is if we are under attack! My fellow Sleepy boys, too much blood has been shed on this land, I hope you will all stand with me while I strive to steer this great nation in the direction of being more loving and accepting of our neighbours.”
Phil chuckled as he watched his brothers, they all seemed so happy, most importantly though, they would finally have a reason to be more careful.
Hopefully nobody else would get hurt.
#technoblade#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#dream#sapnap#georgenotfound#badboyhalo#skeppy#fanfic#dream smp#sleepy bois inc#dream team#sleepyblr#dtblr
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Haikyuu!! Fic Recs (BokuAka)
Fic Recs Masterpost
So, I was thinking about the coronavirus pandemic and what I could do to help people out. I’m isolated because I’m at higher risk, so I can’t really offer to go out for my elderly neighbors or my family… but I thought I could try to help keep people entertained.
Because I don’t have an AO3 account right now, I’ve been compiling fic recs for my own amusement for a year or so. And I thought – maybe that’s the time to share these with everyone? So everyone will have plenty of things to read while they have to stay at home, or even to escape anxiety a little bit if you’re forced to go out.
Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.
I’ve decided to split it in a series of posts, starting with my OTPs. This time it’s BokuAka’s turn!
cookies and cream, by norio
Some people might tell Akaashi that he couldn't bake his worries away.
But some people haven't dated Bokuto Koutarou.
dozens of red roses, by norio
“And what’s the boyfriend getting for Bokuto’s birthday?” Kuroo asked, mirthful grin on his face.
“Oh,” Akaashi said, distracted by the magazine. “The next time he visits the dentist, I’ll pay for half what the insurance doesn’t cover.”
The silence dropped around the store like a chilling and killing frost.
i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight, by carafin
In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.
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Next to him, Komi is chewing his cupcake dutifully, albeit with obvious effort. Washio has assumed a completely neutral expression on his face, although Akaashi thinks that his eyes might be watering. Sarukui, having seemingly demolished the entire thing out of sheer willpower alone, looks like he deeply regrets every single choice that has led to this precise moment in his life.
‘It isn’t too bad, huh?’ Bokuto says, grinning. ‘I made them in our school colours, so they’re like, marbled black and white chocolate swirls! Do you guys want more?’
Sarukui looks like he might pass out at the thought alone. Komi pauses mid-chew to shake his head weakly.
‘I’ll have more,’ Akaashi says, to the general astonishment of everyone.
better than spy films, by dalyeau
Akaashi knocks Bokuto out and Bokuto falls in love. Kuroo laughs about it.
Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby, by fathomfive
Realizing he's got it bad for his setter is the easy part. But getting his feelings across might be Bokuto's biggest endeavor yet, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.
But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and Bokuto wants it more than he's ever wanted anything. He's an expert at seizing his perfect moment, at bringing victory home against the odds. So he's got this, right? It's gonna go great, right? Right?
(After all, it's what you attempt with your own two hands that matters.)
heavy heart, a love apart, by drifloon
(802): Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.
Character Development, by silvercistern
"That’s some kinda gratitude. What happened to my painfully polite little brother? I get the ideal guy to take you to prom, and you act like he's not even here!"
"I doubt I’d let him take me to the hospital if I were bleeding to death."
Keiji needs a date. Bokuto needs dating lessons. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
prepare for rain, by norio
“First you must make a delicious bowl of tea; lay the charcoal so the water boils; arrange the flowers as they are in the field; in the summer suggest coolness, in the winter, warmth; do everything ahead of time; prepare for rain; and give those with whom you find yourself every consideration.”
- Sen no Rikyu
cracks in the pavement will lead you home, by deusreks
Bokuto often thinks about Akaashi, especially when he’s running. It’s like his legs know where they’re supposed to take him. He grows into a habit of running a lot, just to keep that feeling going. Cracks and holes in the pavement aren’t fun to jump over if the final reward isn’t seeing Akaashi’s face.
An alternate universe with a little bit of magic and a lot of growing up.
il mio ragazzo falso, by Karasuno Volleygays
With his grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary looming fast and large, Akaashi finds himself urged to bring a date and not quite to the point where his family knows that said date will not be of the female variety.
At some point, he has to decide which will be the least frightening prospect — braving coming out to his family or endure Operation: Find Keiji A Girlfriend 2k15.
And why is the only person he can think of to drag along to this thing his overly-spirited volleyball captain?
#someonepleasesaveakaashi
right in the head, by Mysecretfanmoments
That was the other thing: when Keiji had said he wanted to make his way home, Bokuto had agreed—as if it didn’t matter where they went. He hadn’t said "we should look for a community" or "there’s probably nothing there anymore".
He’d just asked which way.
((the bokuaka zombie au literally no one asked for))
how to become a birder, by norio
“Since I’m Bokuto,” Bokuto said, giving an unnecessarily meaningful look, “You know what I want, right? It’ll be easy! You take pictures of me, I turn them in, my professor says I’m the smartest genius, I graduate, I go play pro, I win the Olympics.”
The World’s Best Kept Secret, by kythen
The struggles of keeping a relationship a secret (when it really isn't a secret at all).
third wheel, by arsenicjay
"So you and Bokuto, huh?"
Akaashi's attention snaps back to Kuroo and he gives the other boy a blank stare. "What about us?"
Or, Kuroo figures out that Bokuto is interested in Akaashi long before Bokuto does himself and being the kind friend that he is, tries to help them along.
cherished, by gabstar
Bokuto tends to panic when Akaashi expresses discomfort or concern. Akaashi didn't need that. Akaashi was better off handling this alone.
((In which Bokuto's love sick, Akaashi's sick-sick, and together they feel a little better))
Kissing Ace, by Karasuno Volleygays
It happens right after training camp.
Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.
But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.
legs killed the owl, by dalyeau
He's not smiling anymore an hour later, after he's fucked up four perfect spikes that Akaashi tossed carefully for him because he's too distracted by the lean, elegant line of Akaashi's legs, kneepads dark against the white of Fukurodani's gym.
tea-stained polaroids, by dalyeau
“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.
owls, by ThinkingCAPSLOCK
It was no secret that Bokuto genuinely loved owls, considering his locker was full of them, but Akaashi kept his own like of the animal very low key.
How Bokuto found out otherwise, he didn't know.
all lost souls, by norio
Not again, Akaashi thought. But he had never seen this sight before.
run rabbit run, by norio
Rule #1: Don't hurt Akaashi. Rule #2: Don't taint Akaashi. Rule #3: Don't involve Akaashi. Rule #4: Don't damage Akaashi. Rule #5 (optional): Try not to destroy yourself.
gwah, bam and swoosh, by dalyeau
When Bokuto meets Kageyama the first thing he thinks is, No five year old should be able to scowl like that.
Or be that tall.
Then, Shit, his dad is really hot.
Spoiled, by gabstar
Akaashi desperately needs a new mattress and he drags his loyal, loving, and very loud boyfriend with him.
omam verse, by shionsheart
Though some may believe they're monsters, those closest to them know they're just men learning how to love in this world of magic, demons, and faeries.
i’ll return home one day, by awkwardedgeworth
"Bro," He asks Kuroo out of the blue one day when they're toweling their hair dry, "What if Sawamura is halfway across the world and he only comes home seven times a year for around four days each?"
"I would consider every moment a blessing. You got it bad for Akaashi already?"
"I just wish you would introduce us sooner."
Or, wherein Akaashi is a world famous violinist, Kuroo introduces him to future Olympian-to-be Bokuto Koutarou. And Bokuto pines. A lot.
morning owls, by norio
Most of the time, if Bokuto woke up first, he would shake Akaashi awake. Sometimes he would bake sloppy pancakes for breakfast in bed, and sometimes he would sit on Akaashi's waist.
And sometimes he did not.
Insomniac Olympics, by Aetherdrive
Akaashi never thought he could inspire anyone, let alone an artist -- and then he met Bokuto.
counterclockwise, by miiniwa
How they had gone from point a to point b in such a short amount of time, he doesn't know. But as he dwells on it, he realizes that he doesn't exactly mind.
if kisses were fishes, then i’d be an ocean, by norio
Akaashi needs a fake date partner, so he grabs the first person he sees.
the way you look at me, by ThinkingCAPSLOCK
Bokuto sees him every day, every commute, at the final train. The stranger he only knows as Train Guy. Wrapped in coats, mystery, and distance - that is, until Bokuto breaks their familiar silence. He struggles with the hardest part of befriending someone he thinks he already knows: taking a step back to reevaluate all his assumptions.
He finds the easiest part is getting to learn about Train Guy all over again.
#haikyuu!!#bokuaka#bokuto koutarou#akaashi keiji#fic recs#please warn me if any links are broken#and reblog it if you can so more people will see it#otp: we are the protagonists of the world
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Butter Him Up
Series: A/B/O Happy
Read on AO3
No sooner had Eskel sat down with a steaming plate of food then there was a stranger dropping into the chair opposite him. His first thought was that it must be someone with a contract, but then the man reached out and plucked a slice of cheese off his plate.
Eskel blinked.
“You must be Eskel,” chattered the man through a mouthful.
He studied him, taking in his cornflower blue eyes, his blonde curls, and the sweet scent of Omega that permeated him. The biggest giveaway of all, though, was that his narrow shoulders were wrapped in a familiar black coat that Eskel recognized as belonging to Geralt. Under the coat was finely made, silk outfit in that was nearly the same color as his eyes. “You must be Dandelion,” he supposed.
Dandelion purred and swiped more food.
“Is Geralt with you?”
“He’s has a contact on a drowner nest,” said Dandelion. “He ought to be back soon, I suppose, he’s been gone for some time.” The omega pursed his lips, frowning. “In the meantime, I thought I might introduce myself, as, in my experience, Witchers are men of many interesting tales.”
“Have you met many Witchers?”
“No, just Geralt, but I can’t imagine a boring Witcher.”
Eskel finally managed to take a bite of his food, deciding he had better help himself before Dandelion ate it all. Does Geralt not feed his Omega? he wondered, aghast.
“Speaking of Witchering and Geralt in general - or, if you prefer, Geralt and Witchering in General - I’ve a proposition to make.”
Mouth full of food, Eskel could only raise an eyebrow.
“Are you perhaps in search of a companion?”
He frowned and swallowed. “What’s wrong with Geralt?”
“Geralt’s being rude,” the omega explained. “He said that I couldn’t survive without him, so I’ve decided to prove him wrong.”
“By depending on me?” Eskel guessed, hiding a laugh.
“Co-dependency,” argued Dandelion.
“And what do you bring to the table?”
Dandelion flicked him a coin. “Your supper,” he said brightly, standing up and bowing to Eskel cheerfully. “And other things,” he winked, then turned and sauntered away, rocking his hips with every step.
Eskel had to remind himself to close his mouth and not gape.
He was still in the main room of the inn when Geralt returned, looking no worse for the wear despite having fought drowners. “Wolf!” Eskel shouted as the white haired man surveyed the room.
Geralt’s face lit up at the sight of him. “Eskel!”
Eskel called for more food and vodka for the both of them, inquiring politely about the drowner (“Fine,” said Geralt. “I wouldn’t even call it an infestation.”)
“What of you?” Geralt asked. “What have you been doing since Winter?”
He saw no reason to beat around the bush. “I think your bard is trying to seduce me.”
“Gods damn it,” Geralt looked around, as though expecting Dandelion to pop out at the mere mention of him. “Where is that Omega, anyway?”
“I believe I saw him leave with the bartender.”
Geralt shook his head and took a long swig of his drink. “Don’t let it get to your head,” he advised. “He’ll fuck anything with a pulse.”
“He claims you’re being rude and controlling.” Eskel tipped his vodka toward Geralt with a laugh.
The white haired Wicher snorted. “I told him he shouldn’t bed married women, or, at the very least, he shouldn’t act surprised when their husbands take offense.”
They fell into other conversations, swapping stories about monsters they had dealt with and people they had met since they’d last seen each other over the winter. Patrons came and went in the bar, but the Witchers paid them no mind. Thankfully, the townsfolk seemed inclined to ignore them.
It was past dusk when Geralt suddenly barked, “Dandelion!”
The bard, who had entered the tavern and seemed to be trying to sneak upstairs without being noticed, froze. Then a smile curled over his face.
“Geralt, you’re back!” Dandelion bounced toward them happily, dropping onto a chair beside Eskel and leaning on his shoulder. He was still wearing Geralt’s jacket, which prompted a grunt from the owner. “Is something wrong with your clothes, bard?”
“This is far more fashionable,” he said, smoothing the overly long sleeves. “I jest, of course, Geralt, we all know that you don’t keep up with the fashions.” He turned to Eskel and explained, “I’ve tried, but he won’t listen.”
“Don’t need fashion to fight drowners.”
“Sorceresses though- OW! Don’t kick me! Eskel, what did I tell you? I need to escape.”
Eskel was too busy hiding his laughter in his vodka.
The door to the tavern open. Dandelion suddenly sprang to his feet. “I’m off to bed,” he said, doing his best to hide behind his lute as he slipped toward the stairs. Geralt’s vodka was clasped in his hand. “Goodnight Geralt!”
“Must be his lover’s husband,” Geralt said, glancing at the newcomer and shaking his head.
“He certainly is… different.”
“Hmm. You’re being polite.”
“He is yours, after all.”
“Mine?” Geralt snorted. “Don’t kid yourself, Eskel. Dandelion belongs to only one person, himself. While we’re on the subject, I ought to warn you, unless you give him a very firm no he will continue to pursue you, now that he’s set his eyes on you. He understands consent well enough, but he won’t take a subtle hint.”
“You never know,” Eskel mused. “I might take him up on his offer.”
Geralt shrugged and took a bite from his food, then reached for his vodka, only to realize it was missing. “I’m going to thrash him.”
“Careful,” warned Eskel. “He might like it.”
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Jonquil |💕|✖|🍑|
Pt.7: Stifling priorities
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With an amused smile on your lips, you watch how Jimin's head whips around in surprise when he reads your message. His eyes scan the crowd of drunk students that formed on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the living room in an almost overly eager attempt to spot you, but you're purposely standing in a part of the room that's just dark enough to hide you from his view. It's funny, really. It didn't even take you a minute to find him after you walked in.
Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, like it's the most natural thing in the world and you wonder if it's because of his stunning looks that have most girls instantly pining after him, or if it's actually because of the way he makes you feel. You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought. Suddenly, you're not so sure if it was the best decision to show up here. The girl he made out with just a few moments ago leans over to say something in his ear, probably asking what's going on, but slowly takes a step back when he dismisses her with a quick shake of his head.
She's beautiful, you notice. Her curves are something out of a fashion magazine and her flawless skin is almost glowing under the dim lighting of the room. Comparing yourself to her could make even you insecure and you can't help but shift subconsciously when she runs a hand through her long hair, exposing more of her cleavage in the process. Even though you don't like to admit it, it's flattering that Jimin's ignoring someone like her for you. The moment Jimin's searching eyes turn in your direction, you panic and hurriedly look down at your phone to distract him with another text. Not that you’re trying to avoid him or anything, it’s just… you are.
You don’t know why you even agreed to showing up in the first place. You’re really not the biggest fan of loud and crowded places and the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat and underlying traces of vomit makes your stomach churn in an unpleasant way. Not even your best friend of fourteen years has usually much luck with convincing you to go to parties like this, but with Jimin asking in his slightly pouty and clingy way you just didn’t have it in you to say no.
The second you saw Jimin having fun on his own with some random girl though, you regretted your decision instantly. You’re not jealous, of course. You don’t have any reason nor right to be. But the fact that you actually felt bad for rejecting his invitation and fought yourself out of the comfort of your fluffy blanket in favor of meeting him, just for him to spend his time shoving his tongue down another girl’s throat makes you mad at yourself for even caring.
Despite your first instinct to turn on your heels and leave to go back to the cozy blanket fort waiting for you at home, you find yourself more interested in Jimin’s reactions and patiently stand there, waiting for his next move. It really makes no sense to you how persistent he is with wanting to see you. The girl was literally just five seconds from shoving her hand down his pants and yet here he is, asking you where you are.
You’re not at all insecure about your looks when it comes to the possibility of guys being attracted to you, in fact, you know you could be considered pretty by most standards. But from Jimin’s point of view, with a beautiful girl almost begging for his attention, it’s hard to imagine you being his number one priority right now. Especially since you already told him you’re not interested in fooling around. Is he trying to prove a point? He must be, right? Maybe your rejection hurt his ego and now he wants to show you he's worth your time by putting you over his next potential one-night-stand.
Sad thing is, it's actually working. You can't help but to be impressed by the effort he puts into wooing you, despite the fact that you told him the only thing you want from him is his friendship. There's something about him that intrigues you and you want to slap yourself for the warmth spreading on your cheeks every time he says or does something unexpectedly sweet, catching you off guard with his bluntness.
It’s far more difficult to put a stop to his flirting than you originally thought it would be and, allowing yourself to be completely honest for a second, you enjoy having his eyes on you every once in a while. Maybe you should cut him some slack and go on a date with him? That way, you’ll be able to prove to him that you’re not a good choice for a love interest. Even if you do end up sleeping with him, at least he’ll probably be satisfied with winning you over and you both can finally treat each other as friends.
Woah... were you... actually just thinking that? No. No way in hell. You can't let that happen. You're just friends. He might be cute and you might be a little more attracted to him than you want to admit but who can blame you? He's gorgeous and so much fun to be around and you both just seem to get each other, like you've been friends for ages when in reality, it's only been a few days. It's just a little crush because he's giving you attention, that's it. You won't let it sway you in a decision you made years ago just because he makes your heart flutter from time to time.
You're not meant to be with someone like him, in any way, and he'll have to accept it sooner or later. No dates. No fucking. No attachment. Period. Honestly, it shouldn’t even bother you this much. He’s a cute fuckboy looking for a good time and while it seems unusual to you how invested he is in getting to know you, he’s probably like this with everyone.
Shaking your head at your own ridiculous thoughts, you grin to yourself as you read Jimin’s last message before you start walking in the general direction of where you believe the kitchen to be. Your eyes casually scan the crowd around you in search for familiar faces while you’re trying to coordinate your way through the mass of socalizing students. Suji and Taehyung should be around here somewhere.
God, Suji is going to complain about you not telling her you’d come here as soon as she sees you, you just know it. You reject her most of the time when she offers to go out partying, so you probably won’t hear the end of it for a while. Still, you can’t just leave without at least checking up on how she’s doing. You’re here now anyway, so you’re going to make the most of the night.
It amazes you every time how many people are able to fit into the smallest of places when it comes to free alcohol and the chances of potential hook-ups. There’s even more students once you enter the kitchen and you have to gently shove your way up to the counter, apologizing from time to time when your hands accidentally touch body parts they’re definitely not supposed to touch. ‘Y/N?!’ A low voice suddenly sounds from somewhere to your right.
Thankfully, the booming music coming from the next room is somewhat subdued through the walls, so you don’t have to scream while talking and hearing your name being called you turn in surprise. After searching around for a moment you spot Taehyung only a few meters away, trying to get a better look at you over the heads of the people between you by standing on his tiptoes. Once you make eye contact, he excitedly waves at you and starts to make his way over to wrap his arms around you in a warm hug that you immediately return.
‘It really is you! I’m so glad you made it! Did you just come?’ The bright smile he gives you makes you grin as well and you automatically reach up to ruffle his hair with one hand before nodding at his question. ‘Yeah, I just came. I was actually looking for you to say hi! You know where Suji is?’ He grins even wider at your response and pulls you closer to his chest when someone pushes past you two. ‘Knowing her she’s probably off dancing somewhere. Want me to come with you to look for her?’ Shaking your head no with a smile, you point behind you instead. ‘I’m gonna get a drink first. Care to join me?’
As expected, there’s no need to ask Taehyung twice. He pulls you after him to your new set destination and grabs a clean solo cup on his way before pausing to look at you expectantly. Realizing what he’s waiting for, you just shrug and wave in the general direction of all the different bottles scattered around. ‘Surprise me,’ you say and while he turns his attention to his task at hand, you hop onto the counter, letting your legs dangle lazily as you wait for your friend to hand you your drink.
Your right wrist slightly protests from the pressure you put on it when you jumped up and you subconsciously reach up to massage it with your free hand to ease the familiar ache. ‘Did you see Jeonggukie already?’ Looking up from the ripped material of your jeans, you nod at the question and give the man next to you an amused grin.
‘Jup, he’s the one who let me in. I felt kind of bad because the present I got him was pretty much last minute but he said he liked it, so I guess we’re good.’ The acting major laughs at your answer and comes over to lean next to you against the counter, his elbows resting on it’s surface. ‘I think you’re the only one who actually got him a gift. Half of the people here probably don’t even know Gguk. They’re just here for the fun.’ You furrow your eyebrows at that but then shrug and accept the cup Taehyung holds out to you. Taking a sip, you hum in approval of Taehyung’s choice when the sweet tasting liquid leaves a pleasant burn at the back of your throat.
You’re able to talk for maybe another minute before one of Taehyung’s many friends from around campus shows up to start a conversation with him out of nowhere. After listening in for a bit, you realize what they’re saying is not really your business but you’re also not in the mood to go and search for Suji yet, so you find yourself scrolling through your phone instead. You’re so caught up in what you’re doing, you don’t even notice the arms sneaking around your waist until you’re being pulled forward to the edge of the counter. Gasping in surprise at the sudden movement, you let your hands find purchase on the firm chest in front of you, your phone falling into your lap in the process.
It takes you a second to realize what’s happening but when you finally look up, ready to give the guy a piece of your mind for touching you without your permission, the words immediately die in your throat. Jimin smiles so brightly his eyes form into little crescendents and you go soft at the adorable sight instantly. He carefully places his hands on either side of your hips before slowly leaning in to murmur in your ear. ‘Found you, princess.’
The husky tone of his voice sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and you take your time to come up with a response, just to make sure your own voice won’t fail you once you speak up. When he draws back to look at you, his lips are pulled into a knowing smirk. The dancer slightly squeezes your hips in a teasing manner and steps closer to stand in between your parted legs, obviously growing more confident since you don't seem to mind his touch on you.
You hate how smug he looks because of your reaction but you can’t deny that you’re happy he actually came to see you, so you decide not to comment on it for now. ‘You sound awfully happy right now,’ you say instead and raise one eyebrow in question when he nods enthusiastically, the cute smile from before making it’s way back onto his features.
‘Well, that’s because I am. I thought I wouldn’t be able to see you tonight but now you’re here. Did you change your mind because of me?’ There’s an alarm going off in your head at the question and you know you shouldn’t give him any reason to think his opinion matters to you in some way, but seeing the anticipation flickering in his eyes you can’t bring yourself to just blatantly lie to him. God, he’s going to be the death of you someday.
‘You seemed genuinely disappointed when I said I wouldn’t come and I guess I kinda did promise you to show up. I hate to go back on my word, that’s why I decided to come’, you answer truthfully. Jimin’s eyes soften at your words and once again, you find yourself wondering what he might be thinking. His hands casually slide from your hips down to your hands still resting on his chest and you watch in silence as you let him intertwine his fingers with yours. 'That's more than enough for now,' he mumbles with a fond smile grazing his plump lips.
You’re both quiet for a moment, just looking down at your interlaced hands while Jimin gently brushes his thumbs over your knuckles one at a time. The gesture feels oddly intimate for some reason and not knowing what has gotten into him, you hesitantly squeeze Jimin’s hands to get him to stop when it becomes too much. He immediately lets up his movements but he doesn't let go, just gazes up at you through strands of his hair.
Your heart jumps in an unwelcome and irritating way at the intense look in his eyes and when he suddenly opens his mouth to say something, you shake your head so softly it's almost not visible. You don't even know what you're trying to tell him yourself, but Jimin seems to understand nonetheless. He tilts his head to one side to observe you for a bit before he gives you a reassuring smile and loosens his grip on your fingers to place his hands back on both sides of your waist.
And just like that the flirtatious smirk is back on Jimin's features, making you question if the last few minutes even happened in the first place. 'Come dance with me, y/n~' The suggestive tone of his voice has you bashfully rolling your eyes at him before he’s even done talking. Before you can dismiss his idea though, he already pulls you further against him in an attempt to get you to stand up and your body immediately goes stiff underneath his teasing grip.
Sensing something is off, he furrows his eyebrows in confusion and regards you with a sceptical look. 'Sorry, it's just... I don't dance. Let's do something else instead?' You offer and the boy chuckles in amusement. 'You're not feeling shy, are you? Don't worry if you're not the best on the dance floor. It's about having fun anyway and with me next to you, there's no way you'll look bad.' His cocky attitude has you dying to tell him just exactly how wrong his assumption about your dancing skills is, but you have a feeling that he most definitely won't let you talk yourself out of it if he knows.
So instead you just click your tongue in fake defiance and slap his shoulder with one hand playfully. 'Oh no, you got it all wrong. I can dance. I just don't do it.' Jimin bites his bottom lip to suppress a smile when you pout at him and you notice him mindlessly tugging at the hem of your shirt, but it's so innocent you don't really feel the need to call him out for it. 'Is what all people say who can't dance,' the blonde retorts and you snort in disbelief at his cheekiness.
'You seem to be so sure of yourself there, Jimin.' The teasing edge to your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him and something flashes in his eyes, a wide grin spreading over his face. 'Prove me wrong, then.' It's dangerous how easily you find yourself wanting to please him, you think. Things that scared you for the longest time seem so harmless with him encouraging you to do them.
All it takes is his sweet voice asking you to dance and suddenly, instead of dreading the thought of going out there and letting your body remember all the movements you've been so desperately trying to forget over the last three years, you actually find yourself considering it. You know you're going to enjoy it, after all. Even if just for tonight.
The moment of weakness is gone almost as quickly as it came though and so you slowly move back to sit as far away from the edge of the counter as Jimin's hold on your waist allows you to, ignoring the sad puppy dog eyes he sends your way. 'You're making it sound like I should feel the need to prove you wrong. I know I can dance. Whether you believe me or not is not really my problem.' The man in front of you groans in defeat at your answer and immediately steps forward to close the distance you just created between you both.
'Alright, you win. No dancing for now. Maybe later, though?' The cute pout that forms on his lips while he's saying it makes you smile involuntarily and you don't even realize you're trying to comfort him by brushing your hand through his soft hair until he subtly leans into your touch to feel more of it. 'Yeah... maybe later,' you agree, well aware that there most likely won't be a later at all. Jimin goes back to observing you for another minute, as if trying to understand what's going on inside your head. There's an unreadable expression on his face and you shift awkwardly under his calculating gaze when his eyes never once leave yours for even a second.
'So...' he says to break the silence before it starts to feel uncomfortable. 'Is there a reason you don't want to do it? Dance, I mean. Or are you just trying to avoid touching me, because you know how it'll make you feel, hmm?' Jimin lets his hands slide down your waist to rest them on both your thighs instead as if trying to further emphasize his point and you bite the inside of your cheek in thought before nodding slightly.
'That's certainly one reason.' Your honesty obviously catches him off guard for a moment, if the surprise written all over his face serves as any kind of indication. Shrugging nonchalantly at his raised eyebrows you poke his nose with your index finger, making him scrunch his face cutely, before placing your hands on his shouders to relax a bit more in his hold.
'Well... it's been a long time since I last danced, you know? And I promised myself back then that I wouldn't do it anymore. Ever.' Tilting his head to one side he waits for you to continue but when you don’t speak up again he sighs and starts to softly massage your thighs in silent comfort. His fingers slip underneath the cuts of your jeans and when you don’t push him away he lets them brush over your sensitive skin almost coyly. 'Were you embarrassed?' The sympathy coloring his words melts you heart.
You tenderly lean your forhead against his and close your eyes to simply enjoy his warmth for a moment without thinking. Were you embarrassed? Well, telling your teacher of fifteen years that you would have to give up on your scholarship because your bones will slowly but surely degenerate to the point where you won’t even be able to stand by probably the end of fourty was kind of embarrassing. Although, more humiliating if you’re being honest. 'Something like that,' you say with a chuckle before reculantly leaning back again to look at him.
'Mhm... I think I get it. I'm always free for you if you decide to try again, though! Maybe you're just in need of the right partner, who knows?’ There’s an almost childlike innocence in the way he says it, completely different from what you would have expected those words to sound like coming from him. Jimin’s smile widens when you move to brush some loose strands of hair out of his face and start to lovingly pat his head afterward as if to reward him for his words. You roll your eyes at him, an amused smile playing on your own lips as well. 'Thanks Chim, I really appreciate it.'
The grip on your legs suddenly tightens after what you just said. Surprised by the unexpected display of possessiveness you raise an eyebrow at him in question. 'What?' The man in front of you is silent for a while and just looks at you with a small grin on his face that slowly stretches into a self-satisfied smirk.
'You gave me a pet name, princess! Guess I’m finally starting to get under skin after all.' The confidence radiating off of him makes you let out a huff in faked annoyance. Cheeky bastard. He’s getting too comfortable around you far too quickly for your liking. And so are you. Shit. If you keep giving him opportunities to tease you like this, you’ll never get him to lose interest.
'Why of course. I'm absolutely smitten,' you shoot back, determined to let your voice sound as sarcastic as you possibly can in hopes of irritating him, but he just smirks wider. Seriously, how are you supposed to not fall for him if he’s so frustratingly handsome all the damn time? This is ridiculous. What on earth do you have to do to get him to stop flirting with you for fuck’s sake? Tell him you’re gay? Commit a crime? Show him a picture of your brother and pretend he’s your boyfriend? Because you’re so close to actually giving it a shot if there’s a chance that it’s going to work.
Jimin hums in content as if he doesn’t notice the displeased grimace you make at him. 'Well, if you don't wanna dance with me...' He suddenly leans in even closer until his nose softly brushes against yours and the amused glint in his dark eyes tells you he’s probably up to something silly. One of his hands leaves your thigh to reach behind you but when you open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, he’s already leaning back to hold your cup out to you. ‘… then you should at least drink with me.'
Sighing in defeat, you take the cup from him and take a large sip without complaint before handing it back to him in invitation. If he’s trying to get you drunk enough so you’ll agree to dance with him, then you’re definitely going to return the favor. The tips of his fingers brush against your knuckles when he takes the cup from your hand, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine in the process. Turning the cup in his hand as if thinking about something he guides it to his plump lips after a moment, his eyes never leaving you and you have to stop yourself from fidgeting with how flustered it makes you for some stupid reason.
'Ohhh that's an indirect kiss, guys!' The sudden voice makes you jump a bit in surprise and when you look in the direction of where it came from, you see Taehyung walking up to you with a big grin on his face. Jimin chuckles at his words before he greets his best friend with a pat on his shoulder instead of their usual hug, not bothering to leave his position between your thighs. Amused by the confident smirk he’s wearing because of the kissing comment, you click your tongue and casually wrap your legs around his waist, making Jimin snap his head back to you, puzzled.
'That's probably the closest he'll ever get to touching my lips with his, so I guess I'll let him feel good about it,' you say dryly while you cross your ankles behind him to cage him in. He stares at you with his mouth standing slightly open from surprise at your sudden change of attitude and you definitely see him blush a bit when you look up to observe his face. He’s quick to recover though, sliding his arms around you to pull you into him even more only a few seconds later. 'Is it just me or did you sound less sure about yourself than last time?' The dancer grins at you with his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you would find it endearing if not for the husky tone of his voice.
You both look at each other in amusement until Taehyung clears his throat to get your attention. ‘You guys wanna be alone for a minute or are we gonna go over and play some games?’ The knowing look your fellow actor throws your way makes you shrug your shoulders casually. ‘Sure, lets go. I need to find Suji anyway.’ Jimin reculantly takes a step back when you unwrap your legs from around his waist and tap one of his arms to get him to move. You let him help you get off the counter and don’t complain when he silently wraps his arm around you as you follow your shared friend into the living room.
With Taehyung by your side, it doesn’t take long until you’re involved in half the drinking games going on at the party. Normally, you’re pretty decent when it comes to holding your liquor, but even you need to sit back and take a break every now and then with the amount of cups that are handed out your way. Somewhere along the lines Suji joins the fun as well, bringing friends of her own with her. She’s far too gone to make a fuss over you being there and for once, you thank your lucky stars for her inability to hold herself back at parties.
You’re actually enjoying yourself more than you originally thought you would. Being able to relax and goof around with your two best friends like this, you’re suddenly glad you decided to come. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them drunk and you make a mental note to maybe come with them a bit more often in the future. For blackmail purposes, of course. Jimin doesn’t leave your side for the whole length of the night and with time you even start missing the warmth of his touch when he has to drop his arm from around you in favor of his turn at a game. It’s just the slight buzz in your head that has you clinging to him like this. Being tipsy always makes you a bit needy. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.
A few hours in and now you’re all sprawled out on the couches on one side of the living room to take a break from drinking. You’re leaning against Jimin’s side while scrolling through your phone, your head resting on his shoulder and his hand casually resting on your thigh. Feeling your eyes getting a little droopy you finally decide it's time for you to leave. It's far too comfortable being cuddled up to Jimin like this and you don't want to risk falling asleep at someone else's dorm.
Poking at his leg lazily to get his attention, you're just about to warn Jimin that you want to get up when suddenly a random girl comes up to where you guys are sitting. You squint your eyes at her in concentration, feeling like you should know her from somewhere. Maybe she's one of Suji's classmates? She asks if someone wants to join her on the dance floor since most of her friends are too wasted to go and you don't miss the way Jimin slightly perks up beside you at the question.
And as you would have expected, Suji is up on her feet in seconds at the prospect of dancing, although she's already swaying a bit from jumping up so fast. You roll your eyes at her antics with a fond smile. ‘Hell yeah! I’m in, guys let’s go go go,’ she slurs and grabs Hoseok’s arm to drag him after her to the dance floor giddily, without even waiting for anyone else to join in. Her friend just lets her do as she pleases and stumbles after her with a surprised laugh.
The stranger giggles cutely at her enthusiasm and then looks back over to your spot on the couch as if hoping you’ll agree as well. You observe her out of the corner of your eyes while taking a sip off your drink and finally notice it’s the same girl you saw dancing with Jimin when you first came to the dorms. ‘What about you guys?’ She bites her lip while shyly watching Jimin for his reaction and it’s more than obvious the question is only meant for him, not you. You chuckle in amusement and smirk at her knowingly before slightly pushing the dancer in her direction.
‘Sure, he’s free right now,’ you answer for him, making the blonde look at you in bewilderment. ‘I am?’ He raises an eyebrow at you in confusion and repositions himself next to you on the couch as if to prove your statement wrong. Rolling your eyes at him, you playfully nudge his shoulder with yours before nodding your head. ‘I’m not blind, you know? You’ve been waiting for a chance to go back to dancing for hours now and we both know I won’t do you the favor. I think I’m gonna call it a night anyway. Just go and have fun with her. She really wants to.’
It’s not actually the prospect of them dancing what you’re referring to and judging from the look in his eyes, he knows it too. There’s something about the way he stares at you that you can’t quite place. He almost looks… disappointed about your casual reaction to the possibility of him leaving with another girl. ‘Then what about you?’ Narrowing your gaze at his question you tilt your head to one side, not really understanding what he’s getting at. ‘What about me?’
Jimin’s jaw visibly tightens in irritation and you don't need to be an empath to realize that he's getting impatient with you. You subconsciously press your thighs together when you see something similar to anger flash in his dark eyes for a second. ‘You drank quite a bit and your apartment is a few blocks away. So if you want me to leave you here, I need to know someone else is bringing you home or I’m going to do it myself.’
The concern coloring his voice catches you off guard. You didn't even think about asking someone to walk you home because you're usually the one who gets called at three in the morning to play taxi driver, not the other way around. There's a knot forming inside your throat when you realize Jimin actually cares for your well-being and you lick your lips absentmindedly while you think of something to say. ‘It’s not like I’m too drunk to walk by myself or anything…’, is the first thing you can come up with in your slightly hazy state but the warning squeeze of Jimin’s hand on your knee shuts you up instantly. When the fuck did he even put it there? And why is it suddenly so hot in here?
Your breath hitches when he grabs your face with one hand carefully to make you look at him and you curse yourself for being so pliant under his touch. Maybe you’re really more intoxicated than you originally thought. Jimin leans in close until you can feel his warm breath on your slightly sweaty skin and he scoffs, unamused, when you try to squirm away from the attention. ‘It’s enough to have you slurring your words, so don’t argue with me here, princess.’
Mumbling something that’s supposed to sound like an apology, you bite your bottom lip in thought and look up into his eyes before you wrap your fingers around his wrist in determination to get him to loosen his grip on your chin. After hesitating for a moment he finally backs off and you almost sigh in relief when the distance he puts in between you two makes you feel like you can breathe again.
Looking to the side to avoid Jimin’s piercing eyes, you spot Taehyung and Seokjin cuddled up on one of the other couches and a victorious smile spreads on your lips. ‘Don’t worry about me. Seokjin will take me home. His apartment is in the same area as mine anyway.’ Jimin follows your gaze over to your shared friends and looking back at him you see the gears turning in his head, as if he’s searching for another reason to disagree with you again.
‘It’s really fine, you know?’ You try again and when his gaze shifts between you and the still patiently waiting girl a few feet away, you know he’s done arguing. ‘Text me when you get home, alright?’ The strained tone of his voice doesn't allow any disagreement and so you just nod your head and lean in to give him an appreciative hug. He hugs you back twice as hard before he leaves a kiss on your forhead and leans back to look at you with a smile. 'Take care, y/n.'
'You too,' you mumble while he stands up to walk over to the girl waiting for him, whose smile is so wide you think her jaw is going to fall off any second. Sighing to yourself, you ignore the strange feeling in your chest while you watch Jimin put an arm around her waist on their way to the dance floor. And if you regret your choice to send him off with some random girl instead of letting him take you home, well, nobody else is ever going to know that.
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The Chronicles of the Dark One: Breaking the Curse
Chapter 24: Past Actions Have Present Consequences
It was a new year, which meant that the last of the holidays were upon them. Storybrooke rang in 2012 one week after the debacle at the Town Council Meeting, and for the first time in memory, he'd stayed in his shop for the night and watched the celebration along Main Street, in front of the now working clocktower. He watched, Dove watched, but there wasn't much to see. Emma had acted as Sheriff that night. According to Dove, other than a few drunken individuals she gave a ride home, and one that she let spend the night in the cell for making a pass at her, it was a peaceful, if not quiet, evening. But he wasn't overly pleased about any of it.
It had now been seven weeks, seven long grueling weeks, since that Town Council Meeting. And in that time, nothing of consequence had happened. Probably because there hadn't been the opportunity for it. He'd had a suspicion that the consequences of that day would be big, and it turned out that he was right.
That very night, he called Dove and had him send one of his cousins to him. He'd set the man to following Sidney Glass. He'd expected he'd need him for several days to confirm his suspicions, but as it turned out, only hours after having drinks with Emma at Granny's, he'd spotted Sidney going into Regina's office. He'd reported that Sidney and Regina left the office together, both smiling, both looking happy. Given what had just happened, it might have seemed impossible, but a picture was worth a thousand words, and Dove's cousin had taken plenty of the exit to convince him and, better yet, to convince Emma. No, it wasn't exactly the solid proof he would have liked, but it was close enough. The next day he'd sent those pictures to Emma along with a letter, personally telling her to choose her allies with a bit more care. As far as he was concerned, she didn't need to have him as her ally in this fight; even though he knew she would one day, she just needed to be smarter about how she chose those she had. He advised her in the coming weeks to stick to her job and keep her head low…but he hadn't thought she'd follow the advice half as well as she did.
Dove continued to follow her. He reported that she stuck to her schedule for the last seven weeks but with one major difference: Henry was no longer a part of it. Once, the pair could be seen roaming the town, thick as thieves, exploring together and bonding every single day. Now, the closest they ever got, Dove reported, was when she went to the park to watch him play, and she and Henry communicated via the walkie talkie's he'd given her. Dove had it on good authority, though he didn't know who's, that after what happened at the council meeting, Regina had told Emma to stay away. Supposedly the Mayor had something on her, and it seemed to be working well enough to shock him every time he looked at the calendar. Seven weeks. Seven weeks without her son! Seven weeks without any progress made to break the Curse. Seven weeks Storybrooke had been stuck in the same old storylines, and he felt like it was starting to show. He'd been waiting around all these weeks for something, anything to happen that might put them back on track! But other than a shouting contest between Emma and Regina in front of Granny's three weeks ago, there had been nothing unusual in the Savior's life. Speeding tickets, occasional drunks, and domestic disputes…there had been dozens apparently, but nothing pertinent to breaking the Curse.
He needed to figure out a way to end this slump, get Henry and Emma back together, and continue to get the Curse to weaken! As it was, right now, all he could do to continue fighting it was to break up the ordinary, disrupt the storyline, stop the monotony. The fairies were one place to start. The Convent…in this world it contained a den of nuns that Mr. Gold despised after too many years of Catholic School. In their world, it was the den for fairies, creatures that he'd hated for nearly all his life after they lied to him about his mother and left him to his father. Fortunately, in the last seven weeks, their rent payments were barely scraping by. He suspected that very soon when they couldn't get enough tithes in to continue paying their rent, he'd have the great honor and joy of legally kicking them off his property. That was something to look forward to, at least. It was something new that would change something in Storybrooke; for the better, in his opinion. However, a few days ago, when he'd looked at the date on his calendar, he'd gotten a small thrill when he realized that it was not the only thing that would be changing for the better.
A loan Moe French had taken out during the Curse for his flower shop had been due in January. He hadn't paid it. Rumpelstiltskin, given the current situation and what was happening, probably would have been happy to let it go, but Mr. Gold never let anything go. And frankly, Moe French, the former King Maurice, had always given him a bad taste in his mouth ever since the day he'd met him. When Regina had told him what he'd done to his daughter, to Belle, the only woman he'd ever known who had made him feel something since Baelfire had left, he'd longed to give him a taste of the torture he'd given to her, his one True Love in this life. And since Emma wasn't seeing Henry any way…
He called Dove two days before Valentine's day and told him he had need of one of his cousins in the morning, someone with a bit of muscle. Dove knew just the person. He'd quickly explained with near glee that someone has defaulted on a loan and he was going to need help collecting the collateral. His cousin agreed, and that was how he found himself the next morning on the street with a man named Moses behind him.
The advantage to being stuck in a time loop for twenty-eight years with no one being aware of it was that he knew to expect people before even they did. Every year on the day before Valentine's Day, Moe met a client to deliver roses. It was one of many on his route, and he was on time. He'd expected the exchange to go easily enough but…roses…Belle's favorite.
He had a flash of a memory, something that triggered in his mind like one of the Seer's visions, but this was of the past, something he'd already lived.
"Just an old woman selling flowers…here!"
Belle blushed as he'd given it to her. She'd smiled and smelled it. She cherished it.
The realization that in this world right now, he was the only one who knew her name, the only one that knew her favorite flower slammed into him without mercy, crippling him in a way that a cane couldn't fix. It made his chest ache and his lungs burn. He was lucky he was able to hold the sting of water in his eyes back.
Valentine's Day was tomorrow. He'd planned it this way because he figured taking the truck now would hurt Moe the most but now that he was here, taking a truck from the father of the man that had killed the woman he loved seemed a poor substitute.
But it was a start, he reminded himself. Or tried to.
As Moe unloaded flowers, he motioned to Dove's cousin to follow, a quick snap at him to keep his mouth shut and do as he said was all he needed to understand his role. The van…it was his collateral. Shame really.
"Well, this is just perfect," he taunted when he turned to finish up his order. "I've been looking for you, Mr. French."
The man sighed and cast his eyes down with disappointment. The poor man had probably been waiting for this to happen for weeks. In truth, knowing that brought a bit of joy to him.
"I'll have your money next week," he informed him. Bargaining. Cute. But ineffective.
"The terms of the loan were fairly specific. Take the van," he muttered to Moses over his shoulder. Obediently Moses moved to the driver's side and got into the van. He started the truck and probably would have driven away only to find his path blocked by Mr. French. Now the man had balls? He'd complain about him taking a truck, but his "beloved daughter" earned not a single protest? Oh, he thought this would feel good…he was sorely mistaken. His chest felt like there was a gaping hole in it, and suddenly this all felt like a petty waste.
"Wait! No!" he cried as Moses revved the engine. "Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. It's the biggest day of…I've got a grand in roses in the back! Stop! You've got to let me sell them."
He smiled, an unimpressed grin worthy of Mr. Gold. Mercy wasn't part of the deal. And considering he knew that he'd had no mercy when it came to his own daughter, he wasn't willing to give it. Actions had consequences. Mr. French had no idea what he'd done at the moment to cause such disdain for him and joy in depriving him of something he wanted. But one day, he would know. One day…
"I'm going to leave you two to continue this conversation," he stated as he turned his back on Mr. French and his van.
"Oh, this is no way to do business, Gold. You are the lowest! People aren't going to put up with this!"
But he didn't particularly care what he was shouting at him, not that he ever did, because as he crossed the street for the sidewalk, he discovered a familiar face standing there, one he wasn't particularly inclined to see at the moment.
Regina. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was waiting for him.
"Mr. Gold…that was quite a show back there."
He shrugged. "Well, Mr. French is just having a bad day, happens to the best of us."
"I've been meaning to talk to you about something-"
"Yeah, and the moment you have something I want to discuss, we'll have that little chat," he dismissed.
He wasn't in the mood for Regina. He knew what she wanted to discuss, and he had no interest in discussing it at the moment. In two weeks, Emma would have been the Sheriff for three months. After he'd tricked her so mercilessly with the town charter to get Emma elected, he did not doubt that she herself had read every last word of it about their new Sheriff's position. At the three month mark, Emma was to be evaluated. At that time, she couldn't be fired, but she could be put on probation if Regina didn't feel she was doing an adequate job, and given the events of the town hall seven fucking weeks ago…yeah, he'd say he knew what she wanted to talk about.
She wanted to make sure he didn't have any tricks up his sleeve again. But as his father had taught him, the first trick to pulling off an illusion was never to let someone see up your sleeve. Not that it mattered at the moment. He had no tricks, not that he wanted her to know that. Still, he wasn't in the mood for this conversation, for games, not now. Now, he wanted to go back to his shop, lock himself inside, and pretend like tomorrow didn't bother him, like he didn't feel Belle's ghost was haunting him. But as he stepped to move around her, he found his path blocked.
"No, we're going to do this now. It'll only take a moment," Regina persisted.
The next day aside, he wasn't in the mood for her at all. He'd thought this little trick with Moe would put him in a good mood for the rest of the day, but all at once, all he could smell in the air was roses. And he was keenly aware of the fact that just down the block, there was a pair of lovers snogging without any consideration of the heartache he felt. The memory of Belle was suddenly and unexpectedly fresh in his head. He was desperate to see some motion on breaking the Curse, but if Emma could sit on her ass for seven damn weeks without doing anything about it, then he could afford to do the same for a couple more days!
"Is there something eating you, dear? Something you need to get out in the open? Cause it's going to have to wait."
Regina opened her mouth to argue, but he'd had enough. One could only say "no" for so long before resorting to something more drastic, something like…
"Please," he snarled, invoking their deal. Immediately Regina was silent, her mouth closed at the invocation of ancient magic, and she stepped away so that he could step around and move down the street to his shop. He had no interest in overplaying that particular card, but this was the first Valentine's Day in this world that he would spend with his memories, memories of Belle. He'd thought he was prepared for that, he'd thought this would help, but all it seemed to do was make it all worse.
#Rumbelle#Rumple#Rumpelstiltskin#Dark One#Mr. Gold#Belle#Maurice#Moe French#Regina Mills#Evil Queen#ouat#ouat fanfic#fanfiction
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Okay so it's taking a while for me to write the spinel babies headcanon, so as a lil gift from me to you I'll give yall a sneak peek and share the spinel babies and talk a bit about them, provided by art from the absolutely amazing @gliderbudgie and @spin-in-hell i love you 💖💖 and thank you!!
(Ps. Reader is half gem/half human just like to point that out first)
Everyone I'll like to introduce you to the triplets:
Edel the troublemaker:
Name: Edel
Birthday: July 19
Gem placement: Chest
Hair color: She was born with almost white hair but as she grew older it started taking a slight pink hue
Eye color: bright magenta
Skin color: same as spinel
Edel is a mischievous troublemaker and self-proclaimed underachiever and prankster.She is usually unintentionally mean and exercises mocking judgment towards others she isn't very familiar with.
She is quiet boisterous, exuberant and unorthodox. She has a tendency to be very lazy, when given the option to pick between the easiest way and the proper way she will pick the easiest way every time without hesitation, which results in her getting into more trouble; because the easy way always has consequences but Edel doesn't bother to think about them until they're upon her.
Edel is the most misunderstood of the family, constantly frustrated by the narrow-minded people of beachcity and homeworld, who judge her merely by her actions.
Despite her frequent unkindness and pranks, Edel is far from heartless. She deeply cares for her siblings, going so far as to revealing her secret to them out of guilt for lying, She loves them dearly despite their constant antagonism. Edel can also feel remorse and guilt for her actions and has apologized and taken responsibility for them, and often goes out of her way to set things right whenever her disregard for the consequences directly affect her friends and/or family. Though these instances are rare.
Edels biggest trait, is her desire for acknowledgement; her pranks around her home were for her parent's to notice, or at least scold her.
Unlike her Sister Sweetpea, she is not overly studious nor is she an academically gifted student who performs well in school. Rather, she relies more on her street-smarts than academics. She's very manipulative, using everyone's weaknesses to her advantage. One of her flaws is her own reliance on her gem powers and her laziness, which often results in some big trouble, as well her lack of disregard for rules.
She despises Sweetpea's "nerdiness", though she's jealous at how smart, good, and generous Sweetpea is. However, sweetpea is always the first person Edel goes to when she needs help in solving her many mistakes.
Little fun facts:
her eye markings are diamonds
She was named after the edelweiss flower
Edel is the first born
Edel calls spinel pops alot to annoy her
She got all her chaotic energy from her pops lol
Sweetpea the sweet heart:
Name: Sweetpea
Birthday: july 19
Gem placement: Chest
Hair color: Half pastel pink and half brown
Eye color: pink & brown (heterochromia)
Skin color: Stevens skin tone but with a bit of a pink hue
Sweetpea has a cheerful and straight-forward personality. She is very opinionated and usually speaks her mind.She can get very enthusiastic about things that catch her eye and if there is something that even remotely interests her, she will instantly act upon and pursue those feelings.
She is a friendly and encouraging girl who love's sweet foods and has many interests. Sweetpea is independent and is more of a support for others, as well as an innovator. She puts up a smile in front of others, regardless of how she feels, in order to avoid her family or friends worrying about her. Sweetpea has an open mind and seems to have trouble settling on one thing, before moving to the next.
She can be quite pushy in achieving her goals, especially when Her siblings don't share the same opinion with her. She is also shown to have a dry and somewhat twisted sense of humor.
Despite people thinking of her as naive, Sweetpea can be quite observant, picking up on things others miss and retaining information casually gathered through conversation.Sweetpea is an innovative, insightful and extremely intelligent girl, far exceeding the standards of a regular human child.
She has also been known to have a mischievous side, this is shown when she uses her quick wits and smarts to convinve her parents that her other siblings had caused trouble when it was in fact her.
Little fun facts:
Sweetpea is able to switch her eye color back and forth (one day her Brown eye could be on her left then another day on the right)
Her eye markings are teardrops
She is the only one who i have given a weapon and it's a cane that's also a sword
Sweetpea is the second born
Felix the Soft
Name: Felix
Birthday: july 19
Gem placement: chest
Hair color: Black
Eye color: grey
Skin color: a light grey
Felix is usually very calm, aside from the few times they become flustered or angry.
Because of his quiet nature, some to most of his dialogue is overlooked in conversation and the others will carry on without his views being acknowledged in the heat of the moment. Still, he's usually the first to try to calm a heated moment and if he feels others' attitudes disturb a specific person, he immediately calls them on it and discovers a way to diffuse the tension amicably. When he's truly angered many of his family members shuddered at his cold words, hard tone and frightening expression.
Others have called him too open minded and too generous because of his lack of reluctance or hesitance to do or go along with things.
He's also has said and done sweet things for others so smoothly that they will cause even the most stoic/explosive of a person to become flustered or open their hearts to him.
Little fun facts:
Felix was born mute
Although he can't speak, his siblings always seem to know what he's exactly saying
His eye markings are like his mom's but they only go a bit down his eyes and his marks are a bit thicker
His eye's turn pure black when angry/sad
Felix was based off of 1930's cartoons
He has his moms stretching abilities
He's a momma's boi
He was the last born (he's baby)
Here are the full pictures and fanart:
#spinel steven universe#spinel su#spinel x fem reader#spinel#spinel x reader#Spinel babies#Edel 😈#Sweetpea 😇#Felix 😑#I love my babies#and i hope you do
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a covidsation with mary claire
For the first Covidsation for autumn quarter, here is an interview I did back in May with Mary Claire, my dear friend and one of my favorite local artists. Mary Claire is a singer-songwriter based here in Seattle who makes “sad girl rock” (see: Mitski, Angel Olsen, etc.). I first met them through the DIY scene and was lucky enough to book them at the finale Red Room show, a house venue I used to live at and help run. As evidenced by the picture below taken that very night, seeing Mary Claire play live is a magical, mesmerizing, captivating experience. Often accompanied with minimal, but tonally-rich instrumentals, their powerful and hauntingly stunning voice paired with visceral, poetic lyrics transport you into another realm. I *highly* recommend listening to their album Phantom Limb, which you can find on your streaming platform of choice or you can snag a physical copy at Everyday Music on the Hill like I did! Last month, they also just released an incredible stop-motion music video for their song off PL called “I Don’t Like Drinking”, directed, edited, and animated by Barb Hoffman, which you can find here! Thank you Mary Claire for these thoughtful responses and for creating such vulnerable, beautiful art <3
Lola Gil: Tell me about your project. How has it evolved? Which artists are you most inspired by? How would you describe your sound?
Mary Claire: Hi hi I’m Mary Claire. I was never someone who was playing music since they were a little kiddo, it was something I picked up my senior year of high school. But pretty much everyone in my family has some amazing and weirdly specific aptitude for music, so I think being surrounded by that kind of allowed me to gather an eclectic, personal understanding, appreciation, and internalized feeling for music, so I never really took lessons or anything like that. I enjoyed and still enjoy that from the start, I was okay with the fact that I didn’t know “academic” theory and I just played with what feels and sounds right. And I still do that. So I played around with all those youthful punk feelings and had an angsty band in high school that was not bad for small town Sacramento. I think I learned so much from that and it gave me a flood of unhindered and unhinged confidence for recording, performing, maneuvering stage mechanics and technicalities, etc. Also it introduced me into the world of songwriting that I did for that band and for myself that just immediately poured out of me, which led me to what I’m doing now. I am extremely lyrically-focused and write mostly about lived personal experience that I surrender to and make extremely overly-wordy. I went from a solo act, to a bigger full piece crunchier band, to me and a piano player, back to a solo set, so I’m really just kind of evolving with my resources, the songs I’m currently living in and playing, and with what would bring everything to life most fully.
I’m inspired by everyone, even if I don’t necessarily sound like them or listen to them all the time. Like, my adoration for incredibly angry punk music is what got me started in the creation of my own music, so that foundation will never leave me. Even though I won’t sound like IDLES or Shame or Pissed Jeans, their point of view and their devotion to cramming so many words into one breath is a place I also come from. We execute similar feelings in different ways. And though I currently am not anything like Yves Tumor, King Krule, or FKA Twigs, the layers in their stuff sends me so far. But I think lyrically and melodically, I pull inspiration from and sink most into Mitski, Sasami, Angel Olsen, Palehound, Big Thief, Bella Porter, Darci Phenix, Fiona Apple, Sufjan Stevens, Izumi, and Weyes Blood.
Someone once said my tunes are “sad girl rock” and I think that sticks in a fun, quick way, so that’s what I tell people. But more recently, the stuff on my upcoming album I think is like a sad, fucked up, incredibly fast-paced nursery rhyme book (lol). I’m really excited for this album I wrote, more than anything ever. Also my good friend and twin flame Francis is helping me record it and is giving me a lot of knowledge and challenges and affirmations and inspiration. I owe a lot of this second album’s production and complexity him. There are a lot more people involved in the recording of this one, so it’s a lot fuller in a new and exciting and scary way.
LG: As an artist, how have you been affected by the pandemic? I saw most of your tour you had booked was unfortunately cancelled-- are you planning on rescheduling?
MC: Rescheduling feels so completely beyond me right now, so I am just considering it to be cancelled until things in the world really start to settle down to some degree of safety and responsibility. However, the silver lining in all of this ‘rona stuff is that it has given me a ton of time to recenter myself with my music and devote my own energy into recording and feeling the core of my upcoming album. I think when the world is moving so fast, it’s easy for me to feel like I’m behind, like other people are getting shit done faster and in a more “impressive way”, in a way that matters more or has more inherent value. So when we are all forced to stay at home with ourselves, not only does it remind me that all of those insecurities are completely not real and are in fact a delusion borne from a capitalistic-productivity-equals-artistic-worth-framework, but I also get time to actually enjoy and fine tune what I otherwise might have just thrown out into the ether desperately and prematurely in hopes to be current and up to date and ~with it~.
LG: Have you been working on writing any new tunes? Have you been involved in any other creative projects recently?
MC: When I was recording Phantom Limb, I wrote the majority of my next upcoming album, so while those songs don’t feel incredibly new, there is a ton of stuff I have yet to share and that I am so eager to scream to the world. It feels like some of the stuff I am most proud of making in my entire life.
But since I left for Berlin to study abroad last fall to when I came back to Seattle this January, I really hadn’t written anything new. I think I had been going through a lot of personal and immense change and hard growth that wasn’t particularly inspiring, it just sucked and was intense and necessary, but sometimes all that bad stuff is not something you can just make art out of. Plus I had to just do something totally different and invest and surrender to techno and being a gross city Eurotrash gremlin and let that out cathartically. But recently, I wrote my first super new song in what feels like ages, and I’m so happy. I was afraid maybe I’d forgotten how to do it, but it’s pouring out of me again and I feel like me again. I have also been working a bit back and forth with a friend from the project World Peace. We just keep sending clips back and forth and weaving our separate projects together a bit, which is something I’ve never done and I’m having a ton of fun, especially because our music is so different. Besides that, I have some plans to work with another good friend Izumi after having adored them the moment I moved here.
LG: How have you personally been dealing with the pandemic and the craziness that is 2020? What has your quarantine experience been like so far?
MC: I went home to Sacramento for a month and watched more TV than I had probably in my entire life. It was really good to see my family and siblings who I miss so much. But I came back to Seattle in April and since then have just been spending my days in a limbo of online school weirdness. But I’m so fortunate that I live with so many people who are all so unique, all of whom I feel are my best friends. So I definitely don’t get too bored:)
LG: What music have you been listening to during quarantine? What has been your go-to isolation album?
MC: Okay to be honest, when I begin to think of my next album and what it feels like inside of me, I make one single playlist with like hours and hours of songs on it and it’s the only thing I listen to for like a year. So I’m prone to listening to the same stuff perpetually forever and always, but I think I’ve always sort of been like that. It makes the feeling familiar. But since I’ve felt close to the sounds of my upcoming album for a long while now, I’ve actually pretty much been listening to what is my ~album 3~ inspo playlist, because I already feel that beast growing inside of me. I’m a planner.
Most of the artists on those playlists are the ones I listed above in regards to who I feel are my biggest inspirations. But right when quarantine started though I would pretty much only play Man Alive!, I would just go through the whole thing and then restart immediately. When I was in Sacramento, my family had a rule I could only play it with headphones because it was literally nonstop, that’s just how I consume things; I take a bath in them until I feel every single part of what was made. But other than that, I’ve been bumping Peter Campanelli’s Pesto Baby and crying a lot about it, Darci Phenix’s (my best bud from Sac) Juniper Street which is some of the best songwriting literally ever, and Francis Farmer’s Bruised Fruit which is SO expertly recorded and thought out, I am so lucky he is my friend and wants to record my upcoming album with me.
LG: Arethere any spring shows that you were particularly looking forward to attending that got cancelled?
MC: Pretty much all of them imaginable.
LG: How do you think the Seattle music scene is going to be like post-COVID?
MC: Hopefully, this can recenter us and remind us we’re all really really and truly in this together. It’s up to us to lift each other up and get each other on bills and spread the word and create community for those who need it most and for those whose lives rely on this art. Seattle seems like it is really good at that on a small scale, but once it gets to a little bit larger stage, it’s easy for people to forget where they came from, who supported them, and what should be at the forefront of our radars. I think shedding this cool guy persona and getting back to why this shit is so important and listening to/PROMOTING smaller artists who are making The Best stuff is something everyone could be reminded to do.
LG: In this funky era of social distancing, how do you think artists can support each other during these weird and difficult times? How do you think social media is facilitating and/or inhibiting connection within Seattle’s overall creative community?
MC: I think people’s ability to make what seemed like such an immediate switch to social media music promotion and shows was really amazing. However, it makes me feel a bit hopeless and dystopian and sci-fi in a weird way. That being said, trying to resist the change has only proven to be detrimental to me and kind has come back to kick me in the ass. Like, I should not be turning down opportunities just because livestreams kind of freak me out in how foreign and disconnected they can appear to be. I’m no better than them, and it’s important I think to accept things where they’re at instead of pretending they’re not happening.
That being said, I think everyone has been maneuvering with such grace and empathy and compassion for others in a way that I can really feel, and I hope that sticks around forever.
- Lola Gil
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Angels Mom
Rhys goes to her buddy Angels house for a college project
Only to find out that her buddy's mom is not only a superstar
But the superstar Rhys has been idolizing for years
(nsfw)
pls accept this hot garbage
“The teacher is such a dick!”
The brunette kicks over a small trash can in anger, 2 smaller figures following behind her in her warpath.
“Let's be fair Rhys, we do, do every other project or assignment together. It's reasonable for them to separate us.” Vana, bless her tiny heart, speaks sense.
Behind Vana was another smaller, mousier girl who followed with stacks of sketchbooks pressed to her chest.
“I’m sorry you can't work with your friend Rhys, but, I’m sure we can do alright on this project together.”
Rhys’ anger melts away. Now feeling like a complete jackass for being so unwelcoming to their other friend.
“Oh damn, no, sorry Angel, it's not that, I love hanging out with you, it's just. UGH, that guy is such a fucking dick.”
“It was pretty unnecessary to put you guys on the spot like that.”
“And make it seem like we don't have any other friends. What an ass!” Rhys stomps a little further ahead. “Anyways, no sense stewing about it. We should start planning out a schedule and stuff. Do you want to come to our dorm? Get a head start on everything?”
“Oh! Definitely, uh, but my mom is probably preparing dinner right now. If you'd like, I’m sure she’ll make enough for another person. If you don't mind coming over.”
Rhys’ face lit up at the promise of a home-cooked meal in lieu of whatever microwaveable shit she and Vana had in their dingy little dorm room.
“Oh hell yeah, are you on your way now?” Angel nods and Rhys turns to Vana. “Guess I’ll see you later tonite bro. Remember, Project Runways on tonite and I swear to God-”
“I won't tape over your stupid show again, it happened once ok!” Rhys chortles and waves her off and follows the other away.
“Ah, I don't have a car, we live pretty close by. That's ok?”
“Oh totally, good cardio or whatever. But like, wow? This neighborhood is like, ivy league houses. That must be like a small fortune, I didn't know you came from such rich blood.” Rhys jests.
Angel giggles. “I guess heh. Ma worked pretty hard to get where she is.”
“You don't say? Now that I think about it, this is the first I’ve heard you say anything about your family before.”
Angel stops and blinks owlishly at her friend.
“I haven't? Huh. I guess it never came up. I don't think I know much about your or Vanas family either.” Rhys nods in agreement. “In any case, since my mom is gonna be around I should let you know that she can be, a, well, a little eccentric.”
“Eccentric?”
“Bitchy.”
Rhys chokes on a sudden burst of laughter at her friend’s blatant rip on her own mom.
“It's true! I mean, according to a lot of guests we have had. She can be kind of abrasive, blunt. She has like no filter.”
Rhys smiles and turns to focus on the neighborhood. She holds back a gasp. They had wandered into the really, really nice part of town. Borderline mansions painted burgundy and trimmed with gold surrounded them. Bentley's and Mercedes parked delicately on gilded brick runways leading down to the road. Not only were these the people who went to their college, but these were also the people that could own the college if they pleased. The ones who did go to their college brown-nosed and bought their way in by the looks of it. Compared to Rhys and Vana who barely made it in by the skin of their teeth and several scholarships.
“Oh man, I was, I was kidding about the whole rich blood thing. You, you guys are like, loaded loaded.”
Angel deflates.
“I guess so, does that change things?”
“No no no! I didn't mean anything by it, it doesn't change anything at all. It's just, like, people that come from places like this aren't as humble and kind as you.”
Angel smiles wide and flushes under the compliment.
They stop at the biggest and gaudiest estate in the neighborhood. The mansion is hideous. It was yellow, trimmed with black, and topped off with both silver and gold accents. Even the gate to the driveway was overly ornate and encrusted with what Rhys hoped to god wasn't actual diamonds. The whole place exuded ‘fuck you’ money. Why else would go this much overboard unless you wanted people to know how much better they were than you? The disgusting palette tells you that they also didn't give a shit what you thought.
“Dear God,” She cocks her head, pleading with her eyes towards her friend. There's no way, there's no way she lives here. “This loaded?” Her voice strains in disbelief.
Angel grimaces and nods.
“It's bright yellow.”
“I know, as I said. She's eccentric.” She turns and pushes a button on a large porcelain keypad attached to the gate.
“Hello?” A burly deep voice answers.
“Wilhelm! Hi! It's Angel, we got out early today, I have a friend with me. Can you let us in?”
“A guest? Does your mom know?” Angel pouts and bristles.
“Well, no, but she's here to collaborate with me on a project for school, cmon.”
“Right, right. I'll be right out.”
“Your dad?” Angel cringes.
“Ew, no, Wilhelm is a family friend. He works as a sort of overall maintenance, security, assistant sort of guy.”
“Fancy.”
A moment later a big hulking statue of a man comes out from the garage on the far side of the house. Way taller than any dude Rhys had ever seen, covered in grease, and the bone structure that looked like it had been chiseled out of stone. He only appears more hulking as he approaches the gate. A shine catches her eye. They both were missing an arm. They share a small look of admiration towards each other's prosthetic, a silent camaraderie.
“Hey, Angel. How was class today?”
“It was alright, this is Rhys, the one I mentioned a while ago.” Wilhelm grunts in acknowledgment.
“Welcome to the Lawrence home, Rhys.” He greets as he opens the gate just enough to let the pair in.
“That guy is terrifying,” Rhys whispers as soon as they're out of earshot.
“Wilhelm? Oh, he’s a big ol sweetheart, once you get to know him. He’s not the one you need to worry about.” Angel carefully opens the door, closing it behind Rhys to make no sound.
“Angel?” A familiar-sounding husky woman voice calls out and Angel curses under her breath.
“Yeah, it's me Ma. I got a friend with me. Is that gonna be alright?”
“Of course baby,”
Then, sidling around the corner of the open dining room was the last person Rhys had ever expected to see in her lifetime. Hand on her hip, standing in the ray of sun, haloed like a golden goddess, was Rhys’ childhood-adulthood idol.
Jacqueline Lawrence.
An actress a long time in the making, recently made CEO some years ago of her own studio company. Not only that, but before her acting days she was a prodigy in the tech department, making her not only gorgeous but a genius beyond her years.
This woman bit and kicked her way to the top, embedded herself on the silver screen to be remembered and loved for generations to come. Adored and wanted by millions, billions even.
And she was Angel’s goddamn mother.
Rhys, knew, as a fan, that Jaq had a child, but it was always hush hush.
It was Angel.
Dear God
“Well, who’s this then?”
The silver fox approaches the duo, each move, each step, exuding confidence and power. Rhys nearly choked. She was floored, flabbergasted. This couldn't be real. She's never dreamed of being this close to this idol. Even at events she couldn't get this close, couldn't even get within arms reach. Yet here she was, even closer than arms reach. If Rhys reached out she could touch her. She briefly wonders if she’d recognize Rhys from all the events, and kind of hopes that she doesn't. She doesn't want to explain to her dear, dear friend that she's dreamed of meeting her mother since before she was even born.
“I’m, I’m, uh,” Rhys tries and fails to clear her throat. “R-Rhys, my name is Rhys. Ma’am”
Jacqueline bears her teeth in a wolfish grin.
“And what are you in school for huh, Rhysie?”
Rhys feels a cold sweat run down her spine.
“Coding and mechanical engineering ma’am.” Rhys mentally high fives herself for not stuttering, then again when she sees the appeased look on the actress’s face.
“Oh yeah? Did some coding myself back in the day. Little bit before I met Wilhelm. Kind of miss it. Maybe you can catch me up on all the new and improved bits, ey kiddo?” She winks and Rhys’ knees nearly crumple.
“I, I would be honored to miss.” Jaq chuckles and claps Rhys on the shoulder.
“Dear Christ this chick is more skittish than you are Angel!. It's freakin precious! Goodness, gracious. She's like a terrified mouse.”
“I'm just a big fan of your work.”
“Oh?” Jaq grins, and grips Rhys’ shoulder a smidge tighter which causes her to shiver, a reaction misinterpreted.
“Hey, kid, relax a little, I ain’t gonna hurt ya. You guys do whatever you need to do, lemme know if you need anything ok?” Jaq then turns to preen her daughter, pinching her cheeks comically before leaving.
The sharp turn throws long tufts of hair in their faces, and Rhys swears she could smell the overpriced conditioner she uses in her wake. She saunters, downright saunters off to where she emerged from and out of sight. The moment she's out of sight Rhys goes to throttle her small friend.
“Hey, Angel, quick question. Why. The. Fuck. Did you not tell me your mom is the goddamn Jacqueline Lawrence!?”
“I, I didn't think it was worth mentioning. I mean, she hasn't been on screen for a good while. Should I have said something?” Angel implores, looking up at Rhys with her big crystally eyes.
How she managed to elude Rhys’ obsession with her mother was astounding. At the same time, she's a bit glad though. There's a chance she wouldn't have invited her over otherwise.
“Just, surprised. Like, really surprised. She's famous, not to mention powerful. Like, make people disappear kind of powerful.”
“Oh, when you put it like that I can see why it could be a little alarming. She's just, never made it out to be a big thing, give me a sort of normal childhood and whatnot.”
“It's ok, crazy. You guys don't even look that much alike.” Angel giggles. “And I was honest back there, I am like a huge freaking fan. I kind of wished you invited me over sooner hehe.”
“Oh? So you can drool all over my mom?”
“No! No no no no, I wouldn't, I would never, I would still hang out with you! That wouldn’t change!”
Angel laughs loudly and gives Rhys a very incredulous look. For a second she could very much see the resemblance of her mother in her. She sets down her stuff and motions for Rhys to follow.
“I’m serious Angel, I do love hanging out with you. She's, she's just, she's my idol.” Angel gives her another dramatically tuned flat look.
“Mhhm, whatever you say, Rhys. You want to set up and get started, I’m going to go take a quick shower ok? Still got art 2’s lesson all over my skin and it's starting to get itchy.”
“Yeah, of course, I’ll sketch out some ideas and stuff.”
“Oh, also, don't be a spaz and weird my mom out.” Rhys mocks offense before flipping the bird at the giggling punk.
Rhys makes herself comfortable in the expansive living room. She makes a little setup, a little Rhys area for herself, to start working. She was so busy fucking around with various weird codes on her laptop that she didn’t notice the encroaching presence coming into her area.
“Quite the setup.” Rhys jumps a foot in the air from where she was sitting
Jacqueline laughs obnoxiously loud and plops across the other in a large lounge chair. She lazily swirls a glass of what Rhys assumes is whiskey in one hand, the other playing idly with the armchair. Rhys’s eyes bulge out of her eyes when she takes in Jacqueline's lounging attire. The shirt. The shirt was silk, buttoned-down to just above her navel, it was thin, white, and translucent. Quite translucent. It barely covered her breasts. She could see the caramel tan of her skin through the milky white. A living wet dream if Rhys ever saw one.
“Looking a little flustered there, kiddo. What’s wrong?~”
Jacqueline’s voice was dripping with accusation. It sent shivers racing up and down Rhys’ spine.
“It's, well, I’m a huge fan. And, it’s just, being near you, It’s crazy for me.” Rhys smiles weakly.
Jacqueline’s expression sours and her voice hardens.
“Is that the reason you hanging around my Angel?”
“Oh! Oh no no no no! Not at all. She, she never mentioned that you were her mother until today. We’re good friends. She just doesn’t talk that much about herself.”
Jacqueline smiles something bright and genuine. Though it’s their first meeting, Rhys feels like she’s seeing something rare and sacred.
“That’s good to hear.” She whispers to herself before chuckling low. The chuckles crescendo into full-blown laughter. “Oh man though, your face. Priceless. People, I’m used to them being antsy, but oh boy do you take the cake. Are you always such a spaztastic disaster?”
“No, well, it’s, you’re my idol. I know that must sound crazy. I’ve followed all your works since you’ve come onto the scene. For years I’ve tried my best to be as confident and stunning as you. I'm sorry. This sounds so cringy doesn't it?"
Already arched eyebrows arch higher.
“All my works huh?”
“Yeah?” Rhys swallows thickly. Jacqueline’s grin grows feral.
“Even the ones from my old coding days?”
Rhys’s eyes go saucer wide and her face drains of color.
So...so that’s why Wilhelm looked familiar to her.
“I..I don’t know wha-.” Jacqueline sits up straight, looking like the cat that got the canary.
“Oh my God! You have!” Jacqueline’s teeth exposed, looking Chesire-like, pure giddiness written all over her. “You’ve seen my pornos holy shit!”
“N-no, I, I mean, I-” Rhys wants to hide.
To run, to die, something to get away from this nightmare. Her first actual meeting with her idol AND her friend’s sister, for it to end up like this, there’s no coming back. She felt sick and buried her face into her hands for some solace.
“Aww, no need to be embarrassed. I was quite the bombshell back then, well, I mean, I still am now, you get what I mean. I’ve always been hot as hell. I’m impressed though. Thought I scrubbed every trace of those bad boys. Made sure none of them would see the light of day. You must have done some hard as hell digging to find those relics.
“They, uh, they were...I paid a lot to get some of them.” Rhys says meekly and confused.
“Holy shit, you serious?”
“To be fair, I didn’t know what was on the tapes when I bought them, I was under the impression they were old exclusives.”
“So what then? You only watched a bit?”
Rhys remains frozen and silent.
“Holy shit.” Jaq leans forward into Rhys space. “You watched all of them didn’t ya?” Rhys bites her lip nervously. Jaq gets even closer. “Did ya get off on them Rhysie?” When Rhys doesn’t answer Jaq continues. “Did you touch yourself?”
Jaq whispers it, with almost reverence. Joy in her voice, like a highschooler finding out her friend's crush. She’s not mad, not angry, not anything like Rhys imagined. She’s teasing her.
Rhys’ breath stills and clumps in her throat and chest. She’s on the border of panic and..arousal? She’s not quite sure. The cold sweat returns with a vengeance.
The silence drags on too long for Rhys’ liking, the way it lingers proving Jaq right about her assumptions.
“Ooo, Rhysie, Rhysie. Your silence speaks volumes.” She leans back, satisfied. Her legs spread wide, authority exudes from her broad form. Her aura reeks of smugness. “How would your friend react if she knew you got off to her mom, hm? That you beat off to videos of her mother getting pounded, huh?”
Panic
Jaq was mad. She deemed her an unfit friend. That or she was disgusted with her.
“God, you’re precious. I can smell your fear from over here. It's been a while since I found anyone this amusing.”
“W-...Really?” Confused again, Rhys chokes out a small reply.
Something flickers in Jaqs eyes, the tiniest bit. Something mischievous. She arches her back, shifts the smallest amount so her shirt falls a little more to the side. Rhys feels like her mind is melting. What the fuck is going on?
“Hm? Uh, yeah, you’re cute darling. Charming, in your own spazzy way. Own it. There’s nothing more dull and irritating than a dumb hot chick.”
“Huh? You, you think I’m cute?”
“Yeah I do, I don’t go around blowing smoke up people's asses unless they can back it up. You’re attractive. Hell, if you put some more work into it you could get heads spinning.”
“You think I’m hot?” Rhys is both stunned and highly incredulous.
“Not only am I saying you’re hot, but I’m also saying you’re sexy. Listen, Honey,” Jacqueline puts a foot on Rhys’s thigh, taking her by surprise. “I’m saying a whole lot more than that.” Jaq finally shrugs off the rest of the shirt, exposing herself to the other woman.
Rhys’s mouth is both dry and wet. If that’s even possible.
“So listen. Mama here hasn’t had any fun as of late. Would you like to change that for me Rhysie?~”
“But, but, what about Angel?” The protest felt weak even coming out of her mouth as she leaned against the foot and towards the woman.
“It’s pretty scummy of me ain’t it?” Jacqueline grins wickedly. “You can say no Cupcake...Just so you know, regardless of what she says, her showers always take half an hour or more. She wouldn’t catch us.”
“We...We shouldn’t.” Rhys has to force the words out.
“Ohhh, but when will you get the chance again?” She lazily draws a line across her chest down to the hem of her pants.
That was the straw to the camel's back for little ol Rhys. The brunette throws away the rest of her inhibitions and lurches at the woman. She shoves her face eagerly between the star’s breasts and grabs them by the handfuls. Jacqueline laughs at Rhys’s enthusiasm and tangles her hand in the silky brown hair. Rhys moans at the little tugs she's given as she sucks and licks the others tits.
“Ooh, hehehe. That didn’t take a lot of convincing did it, huh?”
Rhys doesn’t respond to the jab, just grunts as she licks a nipple into her mouth. Jacqueline purrs and tightens her grip in Rhys’s hair. Rhys whimpers and opens her mouth to moan, drooling onto Jaqs chest.
“You’re a sloppy little bitch yknow that?” Rhys whines against Jacqueline’s warm flesh. She rises on her knees to further bury her flushed face away. “Ohoho. Sounds like somebody enjoys a little demeaning.~”
Rhys looks up at the older woman with big glossy mismatched eyes. Embarrassment etched hard unto her young features.
“I-I-”
“Shh doll, I ain’t judgin.” Jaq waves dismissively and peers down at the other. “Besides, you’ve seen all the crazy shit I got into and got off to. No need to be coy.”
Her hand yanks Rhys head back with a jolt. Jacqueline leans in and kisses the center of Rhys’s throat and whispers. “Let go Babydoll. Go on and tell me what you want.
Rhys’s breath comes out in loud broken gasps.
“I wanna...I wanna taste you. Want to make you feel good.” Rhys manages to get through harsh staccato breaths.
“Oh? Fan of carpet munching are ya?”
Jaq leans back and spreads her thighs to accommodate the other. She waves her hand in a gesture to give Rhys the go-ahead. The brunette tentatively grasps powerful thighs. She takes a moment to savor the heat coming off her before going for the zipper. Jacqueline follows the movement with her eyes. Lifts her hips for the younger to peel off the jeans. Smiling, taunting, as Rhys’ pale hand snakes over her thighs, shaking and nervous. Yellow satin panties, expensive no doubt, was the last thing that stood in Rhys’s way. The last barrier to a fantasy she had been living out in her head for almost a decade now.
Jacqueline picks up on Rhys increasing tension and guides Rhys’s hands to the cloth.
“Don’t mean to be a bitch here cupcake, but huh,” Rhys’s hand is pushed against the crotch of the panties. “ Can we get on with it?”
Rhys nods her head frantically and pulls the golden fabric down toned legs. It was a lot for her to take in. Her idol, the centerpiece of her infatuation, was sitting naked in front of her, legs spread, wet cunt right there for the taking. Rhys had to take a moment to thank whatever God allowed this to happen.
Rhys carefully leans forward and licks between her lips. Jaq bucks up into the contact.
“Stop pussyfooting,” Jacqueline growls. “Get on with it.”
Jaq fists Rhys hair again in an attempt to bring the other in closer. A shame. Rhys wants to take her time though. Regardless of the sensitive time situation they’ve been handed. She wanted to live it out to the fullest, remember every little detail. The knuckles against her scalp insisted otherwise. The first real violent tug of hair had Rhys jaw unhinged and moaning loudly. The noise vibrated against the others clit, eliciting a delicious reaction. Jacqueline rolls towards the sensation and chirps.
“Oooh, there we go!~” Jaqs voice was dripping with sex and mirth. “You dirty masochistic bitch.”
Rhys whimpers, drags her tongue flat against her clit, closes her lips around the nub, and sucks hard. Jaq swears and grinds her pussy against the student’s face.
“Finally~ That’s a good girl.”
Rhys whimpers at the honeyed purr. Her hand itches to palm the seat of her pants. Something to ease her own need. Rhys decides against it, this was more about Jacqueline than anything else. The woman in question is humming languid moans while she continues to fiddle and thread Rhys’ mangled hair.
Jaq shifts her leg. Then again. Rhys doesn't pay attention. Figures she's trying to get comfortable and whatnot, that is, until she feels the heel of her foot press against her inner thigh. She detaches from Jaqs cunt when the pressure slides to her crotch. She gasps roughly when the older woman grinds her foot roughly against her. Rhys collapses unto Jacqueline's knee.
“You are a cute little thing Rhysie.” She jerks the young woman by her hair, pulling her back into a straight position.
“C’mon darling.”
Rhys feels tears building in the corner of her eyes. This was becoming increasingly too much for her. It was overwhelming. Rhys tries to yank herself out of her grip. She feels frantic, desperate to get back to what she was doing. Jaq lets her drop and Rhys eagerly pushes her face back in between the actress’s thighs. Tongue delving back in, this time straining to push it in as far as it goes.
“H, Hey Rhys,” Jaq breathes out hotly. “You gotta be dying down there. Go, go wild baby.” She slides her calves up in between Rhys’s thighs. Rhys catches on after a dull moment. She glances up at matching heterochromatic eyes, searching for any signs of deceit. Jaq sighs and rolls her eyes dramatically. She fists her hand against Rhys scalp, the tightest she's gripped this whole time, and pulls so violently that Rhys feels strands rip out.
“I want you to get off against my leg Rhys. I want you to rut against my leg like the little bitch in heat you are. Show me. Show me what a pathetic and desperate slut you are. I want you to do all that while eating me out. Do you understand me, you fucking whore? Show me how big of a fan you are.”
Rhys is frantic now. Her whole body feels like there's a live current going through her. Jacqueline's words have her reeling. Her throat was too dry and her mouth was too wet. She nods dumbly and quickly. Her technique is sloppier and quicker with the addition of her embarrassing humping. She clamps the calf in her thighs, one of her spare hands gripping the meat of her leg with an iron grasp. The contact is a wave of relief for the student. She's already keyed so far up to the edge she fears she won't be able to hold on for more than a couple of minutes of frotting.
The situation is beyond surreal.
Jaq laughs airily. Just as breathless as Rhys at this point.
“Fuc-Fucking disgusting. Like a goddamn d-fuck-dog. God.~ You love it don't you,” Jacqueline looks at her with almost reverence. “Love being a disgusting needy little girl huh?~ Love being treated like a worm? Like dirt?” Jacqueline's words were rough, barely there, overshadowed by gruesome thrusts against Rhys’s face.
Rhys whined. The words bounced around her skull like a malfunctioning pinball machine. It left her too hot, too wet, and too horny to think or care about anything else. The stimuli has tears near spilling down her ruddy cheeks.
“God, you even like being talked down to. That's so goddamn pathetic.” Jacqueline moans through a cruel laugh. “You’re even crying.” She titters with delight.
Rhys realizes she's right with a sob. The tears had started to stream down her hot, hot face. She could only imagine how she looked to her idol right now. Hair in disarray, face red and covered in tears and sweat, whining grossly, all while sloppily fellating her and humping her leg like a dog.
She couldn't deny any of it either. Every word, every hurtful syllable, was right. They were doing it for her. Doing it for her so deliciously. They only added to the hot pool in her belly threatening to spill. Through trial and error, inspiration drawn from Jaqs seedy movies, she had found she was indeed, a little more, if not completely into, being degraded and punished.
Rhys feels the time biting away at their heels, they need to finish this off, and soon.
Unfortunately.
She uses her robotic hand to thumb against the older woman's clit. The cold untouched metal makes the actress jump and gasp. She giggles in unfound glee, like she had just discovered something new about herself.
“That's it! That's a good girl~.”
Rhys didn't know if it was how she sounded or if she also responded well to praise, but she drooled more. She curls her tongue and speeds up her movements with her thumb. Jacqueline arches her back and throws her head into the plush cushions of the chair.
“F-fuck, faster. Faster, kid.” Jacqueline had abandoned her hair and was now pulling at her shoulders.
Rhys lets her grip with her flesh hand go and pushes 2 fingers in along with her tongue. She could feel now, how hot and wet the tan woman's pussy was. She could feel the fine ridges of muscle spasming and clenching deliciously around her fingers.
Jacqueline holds back a shout. She plants her feet on the ground and buck into the stimulus with wild abandon. Her hands hold Rhys’ head down as she finally and abruptly comes. Rhys makes a high pitch sound to accompany Jaq’s gleeful growl.
Once she goes slack into her armchair Rhys hastily shoves her hand into her pants to rub her need. She barely manages to get her hand into underwear in her rush. She was soaking through the cotton. She was wet, so very wet. She vaguely recalls hearing Jaq groan above her.
“Well, ain't that a pretty sight. You close cupcake?” Rhys nods, absentmindedly aware of the words coming out of her mouth. “You gonna come without even thanking me for all this?”
Rhys doesn't even pause her manic frotting when she lays her cheek on Jaqs bare leg. She rises to her knees, so she can slip a finger into her hot pussy.
“Y, yes, thank you. Thank you so, so much miss.” Jaq laughs.
“For what?”
“ Thank you, thank you for l-letting me eat you out, miss.” Jacqueline hums happily. Pleased.
She grabs Rhys by the short hairs on her neck to tear her off her knee. She knocks the younger woman to the floor, rises to tower over her. Before Rhys can react Jacqueline's hand comes to wrap around her throat. The sudden vice forces Rhys to stare into Jaqs predatory gaze. She looked even more feral than before. Running her tongue over her teeth and lips, she looks down on her like a hungry wolf.
“Come,” Rhys body jerks at the command. “Come for me, Rhys.” The fingers around her throat tighten ever so slightly.
The sudden cut off from air has Rhys’ eyes rolling into the back of her head and her body rippling with new sickening pleasure. Her body tightens up violently. Her hands stutter and shake as they try to keep up with the high that hits her like an off railed roller coaster.
When her body finally stops convulsing Jacqueline drops her like a sack of bricks. While she lay there, capturing her stolen breaths, the other straightens up and goes back to redressing. She does it slowly, contemplatively. Maybe it's because of the post-orgasmic hue, or the high from lack of air, or even because the dream-like state of it all, but Rhys found herself taking in the mundane movements with newfound reverence. The smooth calculated way she buttoned the silk shirt back up without fail. The modeled pose of her body as she leans down to retrieve her pants and underwear. The almost sinful way she pulls them back up smooth tan legs. It makes her want to undress all over again.
Jacqueline smiles when she turns back towards the puddle of woman that was Rhys. She sighs and straddles the destroyed woman. The expression almost looks like one of sympathy.
“Hey princess, you still there?” Rhys nods,” You should fix yourself up. Wouldn't want your friend to see you looking like a two-bit whore.”
She tries to smooth down the mess she had made of Rhys’s hair, to no avail. Rhys experiences the intimate touch through a fog, but she holds unto to it as much as she can before it's gone. Jaq frowns when the hair doesn't quite cooperate with her. It wasn't perfect but at least she didn't look like someone was trying to tear her hair out anymore. She grimaces again and wipes Rhys’s mouth and chin with her sleeve. A sleeve to a shirt that probably costs more than Rhys’s entire outfit. It was a very motherly touch, Rhys thinks warmly.
“God, you look like a dog. Do you always slobber so much?” Jacqueline stands back up and gestures Rhys to finish fixing herself up.
“N, no. I don't think so.” Rhys mumbles, finally coming back to reality.
“Like, for real. Do you give blowjobs like that? Or do you skip the middleman and spit on the guys' dick. Jee-”
While Jacqueline continues spouting some convoluted and insulting monologue Rhys carefully stands. She was still out of it. She felt like a newborn deer finding their footing. This had all happened and ended so quickly it feels as though it almost never happened at all. Why had it happened? Was something Jaq did often? Rhys feels as if she would know, given the tabloid’s involvement in the entertainers' life. Why Rhys of all people?
Rhys regards her mutely in the dim light coming through the windows. Her berating voice a smooth white noise.
She was beautiful.
Rhys had always thought so, long before any fragments of a crush began to form. She was an ideal. Even while she portrays herself as crude and unforgiving, an icy queen to be trifled with. Even now while she picks on the person she just accosted for sex.
But
She was never supposed to be attainable though. Nothing more than a perfected idol. Never more than a dream.
Rhys' heart twists uncomfortably in her chest.
“Ms. Lawrence?” Jaq turns, a cigarette loosely hanging from her lips, brows arched. “What…” Rhys fidgety plays with her sleeve. “What was this?”
Jacqueline's frowns and turns solemn. Quietly she lights it and takes a long thoughtful drag. She lets the silence grow and fester as she billows out smoke around her. With a cigarette between long fingers, she approaches Rhys. She gives Rhys an authentic smile and leans up to kiss the brunette softly. It felt out of character for the other. There was no heated fervor, no urgency. It was so delicate. Gentle. A kiss you give to a leaving lover.
It causes the uncomfortable feeling in Rhys’ chest to double. It makes her chest feel hot and sickeningly heavy.
“It can be what you need it to be.” Jacqueline delicately holds Rhys face in her hands. “A fling, a dumb wet dream, an anonymous letter to penthouse forums, whatever. But, above all, Rhys, it needs to be our secret.”
“Our secret?”
“Just for you.” A door shuts upstairs and both women startle. Jaq turns dead stoic and holds Rhys’ chin firmly.
“If she finds out, or if you hurt her, I’ll slit your goddamn throat, capiche?” Jaq winks playfully.
Footsteps approach down the stairs. Jacqueline moves to distance herself from Rhys, who hurriedly goes back to her spot.
“Mom! What did I say about smoking inside! You know how much it agitates Tammy’s asthma.” Angel chirps as she emerges back into the living room. Jaq rolls her eyes at the name.
“It's my own house,” Jaq mumbles. “But I guess I’ll go outside. Wouldn't want to upset Tamithas delicate lungs.” Jaq waves and leaves once again.
Angel shakes her head and plops down next to Rhys.
“She didn't bother you, did she? I told you she can be well, from what I’ve been told, a bitch.” Angel whispers and giggles.
Rhys still dumbfounded by what had taken place in the last hour and a half, shook her head no. Jacqueline's parting words between the two of them still echoed in her head.
A secret. Just for Rhys.
“Uh, no, she was giving me some insight into some code I was working on.”
“Oh yeah? That's great. She's usually not so nice to guests. It's good to see she hasn't run you off.” Angel laughs.
A secret.
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