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kchuarts · 4 years

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The Rules

A/N: Another spicy? Another spicy.

Summary: See what happens when you step just a toe out of line with the God of Mischief.

Warning: 🔞🔞 SPICY. VERY SPICY. BDSM, SOME DEGREDATION, SPICY. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 DO NOT, DO NOT ABSOLUTELY READ 🔞🔞

What happens when one breaks the rule of touching oneself without Loki's permission? Surely it's not THAT big of a deal. After all! It is only trying to ease the build up of sexual tension after a month of Loki not being present, and unable to give pleasure... Or so that is what Astrid thought.

"What!? Loki you are being ridiculous! I have a meeting in 10 minutes!" Astrid whined, almost stomping her feet like a child. The god merely tutted her, shaking his head slowly "My little songbird- You know the rules and you broke one. Now it is either you wear this skirt," he holds up the shortest pencil skirt possible, "while having this inside your cunt," he grinned and held up a vibrator, "or I will attend the meeting and make it completely obvious what my fingers are doing under the table." He raised his brow, the shit eating grin still plastered on his face. "Oh and one more thing, darling. This is only part one of your punishment."

And that is how she ended up here at the meeting table, trying desperately to pull the skirt down past her upper thighs. She bit her bottom lip hard as a sudden vibe of pleasure traveled from her nether regions through her body; she had to be as quiet as she possibly could.

"Astrid? Are you ok, doll?" Steve stopped talking for a moment, looking at her with concern. Much to her dying embarrassment, everyone present at the meeting was now looking at her. The brunette swallowed hard, gritting her teeth and forcing herself to smile. "Just p-pEACHY!!" she squealed, her thighs closing tightly as the vibrator inside her walls turned up for a few brief seconds before resuming at a normal level. "Miss Astrid, not to sound mean or anything, but that doesn't sound like peachy to me. That sounds like a bad peach!" Peter smiled sympathetically.

"Your face is red like Romanoffs hair. You sure you're ok?" Bucky put a hand over his mouth, trying to hide the smirk and chuckling. He then frowned as Natasha elbowed him in the side from the comment. "What? I'm right ain't I? It isn't Loki is it-"

Tony interrupted the Winter Soldier by clearing his throat VERY loudly. "Please. I have literally seen enough to want to bleach my eyes out, I don't want to talk about my daughters sex life and especially with Rock or Ages." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. Bucky leaned over to Sam and nudged him, also happening to catch Thor's attention, "Rock of Ages? Is that code speak for his dick or how good in bed he is?" All three adult men began to giggle like children; Sam and Bucky giggling the worst. "Ok if we are done being 10 year olds, I think Steve wants to finish this up?" Natasha snapped at the three. The Captain smiled fondly at his girlfriend, nodding her way as a thank you. However, before he could speak...

"So I am really, really, REALLY sorry Astrid but it is Loki isn't it? Don't be shy! We aren't here to kink shame you. Vision and I do this stuff all the time-" Wanda turned her attention to a loud choke and spray of water from Tony who was coughing loudly. "Damn it! What the fuck did I just fucking say!?"

"LANGUAGE!"

The meeting went on for another 2 hours, which was 2 hours too much. At the hour and a half mark, Astrid was convinced her fluids started to pool underneath her as Loki had also DEMANDED she forgo panties. It did not help that the raven haired man had control of how high he turned the vibrations up on his phone; and he turned it up to the highest setting every 7 minutes. The team did their best to ignore her whimpers and Steve said nothing when she put her head down on the table. Bless that man. The brunette didn't know if she wanted to throttle Wanda or Bucky as they had made it blatantly obvious what was happening. The other unfortunate rule that Loki had given was not to come. He would know if she did and threatened that one months no touch was child's play to what he could put her through.

"M-Mm!" She squeezed her legs tighter, feeling that coil in her belly so badly wanting to release. How much longer was this torture going to last!? Her slick covered the seat and it was becoming harder with each passing second to control her breathing. "And that concludes that!" Steve spoke loudly, covering Astrids whimpers with an added clap. Again, bless this man. Without saying anything, the girl bolted up and shoved the skirt down as far as it would go, but barely covered her ass. "Daaaamn! Hey Nursey! Is your cake glazed!?" Sam howled with laughter, Bucky soon joining in before Tony launched himself at the clowns to attack them. Natasha covered Peter's eyes as he was just about to question why Sam said what he did. Mortified, Astrid practically ran out of the meeting room, tears running down her red cheeks. It wasn't as bad as Sam made it out to be, but there was a little stain and shimmer on her bottom.

"F-FUCK!!" The nurse collapsed to her knees, whimpering and shaking as this time Loki turned up the vibrator and did not relent. "L-Loki p-p-pleassse!!" Her back slouched and her knuckles turned white as she gripped her knees. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Loki please let me-" the vibrations stopped completely. That bastard!! He knew she was about to come and he would not let her have that sweet bliss of release! "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Speak of the Devil.... "You barely held on there. I was almost impressed until I saw you making eyes at the Captain." The god hissed, pulling Astrid up by her arm. Her jaw dropped in disbelief, "I-I was not looking at him like that!" Loki wouldn't have any of that and grabbed her slender neck gently, his eyes dark with lust "The cameras say so otherwise, my dear..." he pulled his phone out and showed her a close up from the meeting. There she was, clenching her thighs tightly while looking at Steve; her bottom lip caught between her teeth, perspiration rolling down her elegant neck, eyes focused on the Captain. This was ridiculous!! "I-I was only like that because-"

"I do not want to hear excuses, whore." He growled, releasing her neck and taking her by her hand back to his room. "I am gone for one month, find you touching yourself without my permission and now this? I think you have forgotten your place... Who's whore you are." The lock clicked, his gaze still on her trembling form. A smile cracked his face as he saw her essence drip down her thigh and he chuckled breathlessly. "Mmm, yes." He hummed, sauntering toward the woman before reaching down and slipping his slender digits under her skirt. "Oh you are fucking soaked." He growled, slipping two fingers inside of her and removing the vibrator. Astrid gasped, leaning into his touch and trying to find relief from his fingers, but to no success.

Sending the toy away, Loki licked his fingers, moaning at her taste. "I do not think I'll ever tire of your nectar, pet."

A shiver ran down Astrids spine. She would never admit it outloud but when he called her that name, it drove her crazy. "Clothes off, now. You have 10 seconds." Loki's order broke the faint haze the girl was in. Astrid quickly rid herself of her clothes, having a bit of luck considering he said no panties. The sudden gentle touch of his fingers felt like fire across her skin as he caressed her arm to her collarbone. "Good girls do not deserve rewards for breaking the rules... But-" he moved closer to her, their lips almost touching, "But they can certainly make up for the mistakes they did to upset their king. You only need to do as I say and then I may let you come... If you fail to listen or you come without my permission, well," he grinned and chuckled, "we will see what happens."

Astrid leaned in to try and kiss him, but was met with a smack to her naked rear. "That gives me an idea.." he muttered against her lips before walking away from the brunette and sitting on the large bed. "Over my knee. Crawl to me." Loki snapped his fingers, pointing towards his legs. Arousal pulsed through Astrids body as she got down on her knees, crawling to the god while never breaking eye contact with him. Sure Loki could be rough sometimes, but she never ever thought he would be this much. "Good girl. You remembered to keep your gaze upon mine." Loki purred, helping Astrid over his knee and taking a handful of one of her ass cheeks. "Spread your legs. I want to see your quim drip with desperation for my touch as I punish you." Even his dirty talk was poetry to the brunettes ears. Once her legs were spread, the woman let out a yelp of surprise as Loki's hand came down on her right cheek.

"Hmm yes, I think about 20 should do.” The god pondered, rubbing the reddening flesh of Astrid’s rear.

SMACK!

“Where are your manners? Have you also forgotten how to thank your king for what he gives you, whore?” Loki snapped at the woman that lay over his knee.

SMACK!

Astrid cried out once again, the pain of having Loki’s hand snap across her flesh becoming more pleasure than not. “Th-Thank you my king.” She breathed out, whimpering at the next hard slap to her ass. By the 22nd smack, Astrid had forgotten to thank him twice, the woman’s rear was a deep red bordering on purple. Loki’s hand tingled pleasantly from his work and was now gently dragging his nails across her reddened flesh. “L-Loki” Astrid moaned in half pain and half pleasure. The god dipped his long fingers between her folds, growling in intrigue at how wet she still was. “Shh, shh, shhh.. Patience little one, you have been so good for me thus far... But...” He slowly slid two fingers inside of her heat, grinning at her whimpers as he pumped his digits. “It is far from over, my pet.” He began to move his fingers at a faster tempo.

“Loki please.. Please let me come. Please.” she was practically sobbing at this point, moving her hips along with his fingers to get as much friction as possible. Suddenly, the pleasant pressure of his fingers vanished and her body was unceremoniously tossed onto the plush bed. The brunette hissed from the sting of her ass hitting the duvet but was silenced from the hard grip on her jaw and the heavy weight of the prince above her. “I never gave you permission to pleasure yourself upon my fingers. I am beginning to wonder if you are aggravating me on purpose for your own masochistic desires..” The weight was then removed off of her and in a flash, her limbs were tied to the headboard and the end of the bed. “I have to run a few errands pet.” Loki spoke again, grabbing a piece of black fabric and tightly securing it around Astrid’s head, obscuring her vision. “W-Wait what? Wh-” Before she could finish, a ball gag was promptly placed into her mouth much to her dismay. “Patience my dear.” the bed dipped from Loki sitting next to the bound girl. “While I am gone, you are to think about what you have done to earn this and you are not allowed to come.”

Vibrations suddenly returned inside of Astrid’s heat and she whined through the gag in her mouth. Her back arched off the bed a little despite the difficulty of her restraints. Loki chuckled at the girl, sneaking a kiss on her chest and down her belly before coming back up to caress her face. His breath was hot upon the shell of her ear as he whispered, “I could ravish your body right now, you look absolutely divine like this.” He chuckled, nipping at her ear and watching her chest move up and down from her breathing. “You have not the faintest idea what you do to me, little songbird.. Seeing you always so eager for my cock pounding into your tight pussy as you scream my name like it is the only word you know..” Did the room suddenly get more hot? Astrid whined, a thin layer of sweat coating her body. “Relax, I turned the heat up just a bit to give you a bit of a challenge. It is safe for your little mortal body to sustain, but should you become dehydrated, well now that is my own fault. However, I will see to it that will not happen. Just because you have been testing my patience and acting like a whore, I am not that harsh to harm the one I cherish most.” He was almost hesitant saying the last part. A surge of adrenaline ran through his body at the thought of being able to freely express his deep, true feelings for Astrid. No, he wasn’t that crass. This was not the time. Loki placed a kiss to her temple before getting off the bed and examining the woman tied to his bed. “Remember, you are not to come until I give you permission.”

If Astrid thought the 2 hours in that meeting was bad, well then this was a whole other level of horrible. The sheets beneath her had become wet where she lay as sweat dripped from her body, her legs shaking from the overwhelming urge to climax. Some drool had even made its way from her mouth and down her sore jaw. Luckily, Loki had only set the vibrator on medium but it still brought no such relief to the woman. She did not know how much more she could take until finally, footsteps- that passed Loki’s room. Astrid let out a cry of desperation through the gag and felt the familiar coil in her belly return. She could not let herself come but the feeling was too great it was becoming overwhelming and she did not care- No. She took a deep breath in through her nose and began to control her breathing. Whatever it was Loki had planned if she disobeyed, she would rather not find out.

“Beautiful..” Loki licked his lips as he entered the room, smirking at a whimpering Astrid. “Such a good little girl.” He turned the vibrator off, easing it out of her slowly incase she came. “My good girl, look at you. So good for me.” He untied her ankles first, massaging feeling back into her legs and feet. “You deserve a reward for not coming and listening to me. I am impressed that you lasted 5 hours.”

FIVE HOURS!?

Astrid squeaked at the mention of how long she had been tied up like this, her body shuddering as the heat was turned down; causing her nipples to perk up. “Yes I do think that my pet deserves a reward.” He untied her wrists, doing the same actions he did for her ankles before taking the ball gag from her mouth. He waved his hand, the drool vanishing from her mouth and face. “Loki-” she rasped out, but felt his lips against hers. His tongue, ever the molten lava like muscle, slid into her mouth, moaning into the kiss as he climbed on top of her. For a moment the two stayed like this, deep in their kiss before he pulled away. “Keep your eyes closed for a moment, pet. I’ll let you know when you can open them.” He reached behind her head, removing the blindfold from her eyes. “Open your eyes slowly.” Astrid blinked rapidly for a moment, then seeing a very naked Loki in front of her, his cock rock hard and pre-cum dripping from the throbbing head. Before Loki did anything though, he looked towards his open door and waved his hand to shut and lock it. He did NOT want Stark to walk in on them AGAIN.

He turned his attention back to Astrid, leaning down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. His large hands crawled up her body and groped at her breasts as he continued to give her buds attention. Astrid carefully ran a hand through his hair as he suckled the other breast, moaning softly from his mouth. “I need you.” She whimpered, now feeling his teeth bite at the skin on her neck, making new marks where the others were fading. “And you will have me.” He dragged his tongue across one of the purple blooming marks on her neck. Without warning, Loki grabbed the brunettes hips, impaling her on his cock and gasping at how hot she felt around him. “L-Loki!! Oh fuck!!” Astrid throws her head back, breathing hard from the sensation of his length stretching her. “You feel so fucking good.” He growled against her neck, beginning to move his hips at a bruising pace. “So tight. So wet. So hot around my cock.” He nipped at her jawline before hoisting himself up a bit, hands grabbing the headboard as he continued to pound into her quim. “Who’s whore are you?” he grit his teeth, moving his hips harder and grinning at the sudden scream and nails raking down his back. “Y-You!! I am your whore!! I am only your whore!! Please my king! Please Loki!!” Astrid yelped, her nails sinking into his back. She was so tired from all of this, she thought holding an orgasm wouldn’t be that hard to do, but it had taken so much out of her and she was beyond done. “You want to come? Beg me.” He grit out, his hips jackhammering into her, his fingers cracking into the headboard from his impending release. “Loki please! Please let me come!! Loki! Loki! Loki!! Please!! I-I am yours! I belong to you! Loki!” tears began to run down her cheeks from how badly she wanted to come. The god released the headboard, pressing his body as physically close to the woman beneath him as possible. “Look at me.” He moaned out, feeling her legs wrap around his waist tightly. Her oceanic eyes bore into his own blue green. He loved this.. He loved looking into her eyes no matter the situation. He loved her. “Come. Come NOW.” He felt her walls clamp down on his length and it left him breathless.

Astrid’s lips parted as she screamed his name, the most powerful orgasm she has ever had washing over her exhausted body with Loki following shortly after. His jaw gaping slightly and brows furrowed as he feels himself come inside of her. His head dips down, lips on her neck as he pants hard from how hard he had come. “Fuck.” He says under his breath, still seeing stars and even spilling more of his seed into her a bit. “Loki-” Astrid whined as she felt him pull out of her. “Shh.” He pushed hair from her face and placed several kisses on her sweaty face. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you? I know your arse is going to be feeling it for a bit, but you are ok other than that?” His gaze was so soft as he looked at this literal goddess on his bed. Tiredly, Astrid nodded and a smile graced her lips. “I’ll be right back.” He whispered against her cheek, placing a kiss there before getting up. The god came back moments later with some soothing oil for her rear, a warm washcloth to wipe her down and he had summoned some chocolate just in case... And to be extra sweet.

Carefully, Loki turned the brunette onto her stomach and even he winced at how badly he had bruised her ass. “Alright, I can’t have you being in that much pain, I only meant for you to have some trouble walking.” He gently placed his hands on her bottom, forgoing the oil and just healing the marks. Sometimes he forgot how fragile humans were and that they could not take a gods strength. “Was it that bad?” Astrid asked with a yawn. “Well, yes. I suppose I underestimate my strength sometimes. I do apologize.” He turned her on her back once he was finished healing the bruises before spreading her legs and wiping any stray fluid that may have escaped her. “Loki?” her voice was so sleepy. “Mm?” He hummed in response, finishing his work before waving his hand to change the soaked sheets. “I wasn’t looking at Steve like you thought I was.” She felt sheets cover her cooling body and Loki snuggling up to her, pulling her small form to his chest. She knew how jealous Loki could get and she respected that fact, but sometimes it became a little over the top. “I was thinking of you.” She could feel her eyes droop with sleep but leaned forward to place a small kiss on the prince’s chest. Loki pulled the mortal woman closer to him at this action, his heart warming with how adorable and truthful she was. The best part about that day wasn’t the overpowering orgasms the two had, but the peaceful sleep they fell into while in each others arms.

And thank god Tony did NOT walk in.

That’s a wrap for this one! WHOOOOOO BOY. This one was a doozy!

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years

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“YATA AND HIS DISCIPLE”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

The park on the outskirts of Shizume-cho was a place where all the skaters in the neighborhood could meet to practice and evaluate the skills, as there was equipment such as small sections of rails and boxes, large ramps and bowls.

It is open until 10 at night and the lights are on.

And Yata was a very famous person in the skate park. The tricks that stem from his superhuman physical ability are so spectacular that even non-skaters can stop and watch.

Once he started to slide, the skaters around him also stopped practicing, crossed their arms, stared, and watched how they stole their technique. And even among the skaters who gathered, they were sometimes particularly excited about the investigation and asking Yata directly for advice, but those people,

"Well, if you want to master the ollie system, you should choose one with a slightly harder wheel."

And…

"Surprisingly, is the secret to improving your daily core exercises like pushing and turning?"

He was happy to say that. And among them, a group of several children around the age of 10 especially liked Yata. Yata loved them too, and every Saturday afternoon Yata had somehow gotten used to watching them practice.

The children called this meeting the "Yata Dojo".

Also, they wanted to call Yata "King", but Yata said "Please forgive me." and ended with Professor Yata.

A cheeky girl said "Hey, Misaki." Making him twitch.

On Saturday afternoon, when they meet Yata,

"Misa! What are you doing?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman who appeared raised a hand of one of the children who was slowing down on a skateboard.

The girl had eaten a mochi and long black hair had spilled from the hat she removed.

Among the children who attended the Yata Dojo, she was the only girl who thought, "This guy is very good at physical use."

The children were surprised and Yata came out with a stern look.

"A little."

He soon realized that the woman was the mother of the girl named Misa. However, Yata cannot ignore the dangerous act of pulling her hand while riding a skateboard. Perhaps the woman thought she was exaggerating.

"Misa, you're doing this! You're a girl, right?"

She started scolding Misa. Misa has an embarrassed face while sitting. Yata entered again.

"No, skate is good for men or women. Misa is good."

The woman frowns.

"It's noisy! Is there an adult supervisor?"

"No, I'm over 20 years old."

Yata responds, thinking that the ridiculously laughing kids will be in trouble later. Try to persuade the woman.

"Anyway, this girl is in really bad shape lately, so her grades are going down. I'm going home."

Misa was brought home by her mother without telling her. On what is the intention, when she left, she winked at everyone who remained at an angle that her mother could not see.

Yata stuck out his tongue without weighing it down.

That night Yata was complaining to Kusanagi at the HOMRA bar.

"I'm a little pissed off. No matter how much she is her mother. I don't know. She's looking under the skateboard and she can't respect that girl's freedom."

Kusanagi, having finished listening to the story, cleans a glass and laughs.

"Well, though, I know a little about that mother."

"Eh? Why?"

When Yata seems unsatisfied,

"No, she's a little worried right now that a strange young man is teaching her daughter without studying to ride a skateboard."

"Oh, my problem."

"It could be different if Yata-chan was a professional and opened up appropriately in the classroom to teach."

"I don't like that kind of thing. It's just a professional title, it's just me. It's annoying for me to change my grade."

Kusanagi finally laughs.

"In the world, unexpectedly, that happens."

Kusanagi, who has purple glasses, is blond and striking, and does not have a clearly solid appearance, he said that.

When Yata is halfway there,

"......"

As he places his chin on the counter and look at the contents of the non-alcoholic cocktail he was drinking,

"I can't do anything with that girl."

He coughs very gently.

A week later, when Yata was practicing at the same skate park,

"Yata sensei!"

Someone called him. When he was surprised and looked back, Misa was standing there. She had a bag in her hand with a skirt that he had never seen.

"What happened to you?"

When Yata wonders so much, Misa smiles and says,

"Ah, I go to school entirely."

"I see."

Yata clouded his face. On the other hand, Misa...

"But I will be back here in two months."

She simply said it. Yata inadvertently utters a voice.

"Eh?"

Misa was bright everywhere.

"I, my dad was involved, crying and getting mad, and he promised that I could skate again if I exceed the value of 60 in the test that will be done in two months."

"......"

Misa says to Yata, he has lost his words.

“I certainly thought it was bad because my grades have dropped a bit lately. So I study and skate. I love skateboarding, Yata sensei, please follow me by teaching me how to skate when I return."

That said, she waved her hand and ran.

He wondered what happened.

She is much stronger than he expected.

Yata put a megaphone behind his and shouted loudly at her back.

"Do your best! Misa!"

The appearance of Misa will soon disappear. Yata coughed,

"Do your best."

Depressed, he raised his face, kicked the ground, and started running on a skateboard. He was thinking of trying a difficult technique with which he had little success. He thought he would do it many times until he could, and he really wanted to.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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“pine and lavender”

Lisa and Julius go to visit her hometown in the woods. Julius has a grand ol time. idk what the title is supposed to be ajfdskfljds. Anyway, here’s another self-indulgent one shot. stan julisa etc.

Pairing: Julius x Lisa (my oc ajfsdkl)

Warnings: alcohol use (Julius gets a lil drunk) also some heavy flirting, a little of it suggestive but not like... that suggestive.

Two years. That’s how long it had been since Lisa last visited her hometown. She was still a magic knight back then, young and full of dreams, ready to take on what she believed to be a long career. But now, of course, that changed. Her career, and her whole life was unrecognizable. And even she was.

But even so…

“Are you sure about this?”

“Hmm?”

Lisa looked up from where she waited, to see Julius walking over. They were both dressed to travel, packing light for the mere two day getaway they had planned. Yet, Julius was asking as if they were about to leave for some treacherous journey. Perhaps that was true.

“You know… I don’t want you to think I expect to hang out with your family all the time,” Julius continued, finally reaching her side to stand on the balcony. “I know it’s tough for you, with your mother and all-”

“Julius,” Lisa interrupted him, taking his hand in hers to cut him off. “It was my idea, not yours! You made me hang out with your parents last week so it’s only fair that you have to visit my family!”

Julius blinked owlishly, then narrowed his eyes. “I see… wait, so you didn’t enjoy yourself last week?”

Lisa gulped nervously. Meeting Julius’s parents for the first time was an… interesting experience. Both of them were quite old, living alone in a nice place out in the countryside. The Novachrono family, being nobility, owned a couple of residences which they cycled between. Lisa, who grew up a commoner, found the whole arrangement quite extravagant, but it provided some neat weekend hideouts for her and Julius to enjoy. However, they weren’t alone last week.

(tragic flashback time)

“Julius! Oh, this must be your girlfriend!”

Lisa peeked out from behind Julius, her heart thumping in her chest as the elderly couple finally spotted her after greeting their son. The spark of excitement in their eyes, nearly identical to how Julius’s would be, gave way to some other emotion. It was brief, but they almost looked taken aback. Lisa physically resisted wincing.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it-

“OOh, you’ve got some mysterious mark on your head as well! No wonder our Julius likes you so much, ahah!”

Oh good. Lisa let herself exhale a nervous laugh, stepping forward to greet them properly. It wasn’t her fault she looked so young; she stopped aging when she was 20, after all. But it was nice to not be bombarded with questions all the time, from people assuming things about her relationship.

“It’s nice to meet you, too!”

(end non-so-tragic flashback)

“Oh, your parents were wonderful. A little… excited, but wonderful.” Lisa grinned and elbowed Julius playfully, earning an exaggerated reaction. “Anyway, I think they told enough embarrassing stories about you to last me a lifetime!”

“Ah, is that so?” Julius grinned back sheepishly, his prior worries fading quickly. “I thought you already knew everything about me?”

“There’s always more to learn~” Lisa shot a cheeky wink up at him before picking up her bag. “Come on, we’ll be late for dinner if we keep chatting all evening.”

“Right, right.” Julius could barely contain himself as he took her hand again. “I’m so excited to see your cousins again- do you think they’ll remember me?”

“Remember? You?! Meeting you was the highlight of their lives!”

Without any more delays, Lisa held on tight as Julius finally took off, leaving nothing but faint traces of his mana behind.

Approximately two minutes later, the pair landed with a resounding whoosh, causing birds and leaves alike to take flight from the trees around them. Branches creaked, and bushes rippled, but only a moment later the forest was as still as it was before. “Well, here we are!” Julius let go of her hand only momentarily to stretch a long arm over his chest. “Too bad we have to walk into town from all the way out here-”

“We talked about this, remember? What do you think’s gonna happen if you just crash down in the middle of town?” Lisa reminded him, turning away once he was ready to start the walk. “And also- once we get there, you’ll have to transform into someone else. I don’t want to become the talk of the town or anything…”

“I know, I know!” Julius looked more disgruntled at that factor than anything else. He let out a deep sigh, sadness shifting through his gaze momentarily. “If I could have my way… I would want everyone to know.”

“... I know. Me too.”

Julius was unapologetic in every facet of his life, and love was no different. He loved the Kingdom, he loved his friends, but most of all, he loved Lisa. If he had it his way, Julius wouldn’t hesitate to herald the news from every corner of the country.

“This woman? She’s mine! And I’m hers!”

Sadly, the two of them already felt the harsh reality of the world, when Augustus and the Magic Parliament found out and used Lisa’s involvement with Julius against her. And because of that, Julius had to keep this treasured relationship close to his chest, where the general public wouldn’t find out.

“Hey-”

He looked down as Lisa snaked her arm around his, smiling up at him comfortingly. “Marry me one day, and then everyone can know.”

Julius’s eyes lit up at the mere thought. “Seriously? Let's get married today, then!”

“What?! No way! Not yet, at least…”

“Ah, alright. I’m patient~”

Before they knew it, they reached the outskirts of town, and Julius was forced to transform. Lisa watched curiously as his body glowed gold, and he morphed into an unfamiliar man. He kept his blonde hair, but he had blue eyes instead of his usual purple. Also, his nose, chin, ears, brow- it was all different. “There! How do I look? Handsome?”

“Not as handsome as usual,” Lisa answered, eyeing him up. It was true, nothing could beat the usual Julius. Julius, of course, knew this, giving her a teasing wink as he grabbed her hand again to continue their journey.

Lisa’s hometown was small, but stable. They mainly subsisted on local crops and game, but they had to buy food from neighboring areas as well. Situated at the base of the mountains dividing the Clover Kingdom from Diamond, the town was once a battlefield, as both kingdoms vied for control over the precious gems underground. However, all those gems have been stripped away, and things calmed down for years and years.

At least, it used to be calm… up until that day.

One fateful attack by the Diamond Kingdom, nearly four years ago. That day changed everything. Lisa’s father was killed, leaving her alone with a mother who hated her and powers that she didn’t understand. She lost so much…

But I wasn’t alone, remember?

Lisa glanced up at the man walking next to her, humming to himself as they moved. She couldn’t help but smile as the memories washed over her.

Because, that day… I met you.

“LISAAAA!!!!!”

The door to Lisa’s old home slammed open, revealing her aunt Portia and her cousins. Before the two of them could react, they were bombarded with hugs from adults and screeching children alike. Lisa could do nothing but stand there and take it, but the wide grin on her face betrayed the fact that she was enjoying it.

“Lyra! You’re going to suffocate me!”

“And I would be right to do so!”

Cousin Lyra- One year older than Lisa, a total airhead, but also the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. The girl stepped back from her cousin with a little pout on her face. “You never come to visit, even though I told you your mom moved out! We only get to see you once a year, you know!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I am kinda busy, you know!” Lisa defended herself, still smiling brightly. “Well, we’re here now, both of us.”

“Hey, who’s this weird guy?!”

Uh oh.

Lisa turned just in time to see Julius being circled menacingly by her two younger cousins, Pat and Rocco, the twins. Both of them had met Julius before, but now they were eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re right, who is this guy, Lisa?” Portia asked, her eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you and Julius broke up!”

“What?! No! I am Julius!” Julius looked a bit confused before the reason dawned on him. “Oh wait- right!” He stepped inside the house, out of sight of the street, and let himself change back to normal. Rocco and Pat immediately gasped. “OH! WIZARD KING!”

Lisa covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Their excitement never failed to crack her up.

“Aha, you know- you can call me cousin Julius-” Julius told them, but it was no use. They continued to chant his title and before grabbing onto his legs like they were two tree trunks. Julius just sighed and let out a tired laugh, looking over at the others. “Not yet, I see-”

“Well, now that we’re here-” Lisa winced a little as she sat down at the kitchen table. “I’m ready for a relaxing night here at home.”

“What?! Relaxing?” Aunt Portia let out a giggle. “Nonsense! Lisa, you know what day it is, right?”

Her family giggled as she stared at them blankly. “It’s friday!”

Her eyes widened. “Oh no…”

Julius looked between them, confused. “Wait, what does that mean? Friday? What’s so special about friday.”

“It’s the busiest night at the tavern! All hands on deck!”

The rest of the family cackled. Lisa’s father owned the sole tavern in town, so it passed down to Portia and Lyra once he died. It was popular, and Lisa worked there for many years before leaving to join the Magic Knights. Lyra giggled and nudged Lisa with her elbow. “It’ll be just like old times! You and me waitressing, I even kept your old ‘uniform!’”

Lisa’s already-pale face was white as a sheet now. “U-Uniform!? Oh god, you can’t mean-”

(thirty horrible minutes later)

“TA-DA! Look at this, ‘James’!”

Julius turned around at the sound of the fake name he was using today. He had been sitting alone in the tavern, watching the other groups as they sat and drank, laughing and chatting among themselves. It was a strangely serene experience, being able to be alone. Well, at least it was nice to not have Marx breathing down his neck. Julius did miss Lisa though… he wasn’t sure why, but being away from her, even just for a little while, made him deeply uncomfortable. But luckily, she was back… sort of.

Lyra strained as she attempted to drag someone out from the back room. “Lisa! Behave!”

“No! Jul- I mean, James, don’t look at me! This is embarrassing-”

Lisa finally gave in, her face burning bright red as she was dragged out into the open.

“Isn’t she cute!? She had to wear this every day when she worked here!”

Her “uniform” was that of a tavern maid; a dress a little shorter than knee-length, a cute apron, and her usual tights. It wasn’t anything too shocking, but-

Lisa covered her face with her hands, mortified to be wearing something so out of her usual wardrobe. “D-Don’t look at me-”

It was too late- Julius was L O O K I N G.

“I said stop it!”

Julius finally snapped out of his “trance,” the dumbfounded look fading into a devilish grin. “Wowie… Lisa, maybe you should change your usual uniform to this-”

Portia and Lyra cackled along with the rest of her family as Lisa shouted back, too embarrassed to make any sense. Julius chuckled to himself, letting up on the teasing but allowing his eyes to still wander all over her body.”There’s nothing to worry about, my sweet… you look good in anything.”

Lisa sighed, letting her shoulders slumped, still not looking forward to the night ahead, but maybe it would be bearable. Maybe. “Thanks… You’re usually right.”

“Of course I am-”

“Lisa! Stop making eyes at him and get to work!”

With another loud objection, Lisa was dragged away once again, while Julius watched her work with shining eyes. As someone raised in nobility, Julius had to admit that he was a little out of his element. The tavern became increasingly louder as people started drinking, shouts and laughter filling the small building. Julius felt himself shrink around his drink, only accompanied by the younger twins and Lisa’s uncle. But among all the chaos, Lisa navigated it all perfectly. Once she forgot about the outfit, she weaved between the tables and jostling chairs, carrying a teetering tray of beers, her voice managing to pierce the noise filling the air. “Hey! Keep it civil, guys, I don’t want to mop up any of your blood.” “Talk to me like that again, and I’ll tell the Wizard King to come get you! Yeah? Scared now?” “NO GAMBLING IN HERE!” “Do you want me to burn you to a crisp? Because you’re asking for it!”

Julius laughed to himself as he listened, not able to tame the big smile on his face.

She’s so cute-

“Hey, Lisa, you got cute~”

Julius’s eyes popped back open.

Did… someone just-

“Hmm? So what if I did?” Lisa glared down at her new admirer, well, admirers. They were a group of three men sitting at a round table, red-faced and drunk, and apparently smitten with their waitress. “It doesn’t mean you can look at me!”

“Oh, but we are~” One of them giggled. “Why don’t you come back with us tonight? It can’t be fun JUST hanging out with your family.”

There was nothing Julius wanted to do in that moment other than spring to his feet, release his disguise, and teach those guys a lesson directly from the hands of the Wizard King. And he almost did, too! With his fists clenched so tight he knew his nails would leave a mark, Julius barely scooted his chair back before freezing as Lisa stepped in to defend herself much better than he could have.

“Listen! You three used to bully me all the time for having no mana. I wouldn’t want to be seen with you, even if my life depended on it! And besides-” Lisa resisted shooting a cheeky glance over at Julius. “I already belong to someone, so you’re too late.”

The trio blinked dumbly up at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying. Julius smiled to himself and slowly slid back down into his seat.

“I already belong to someone.”

He always liked hearing that.

“What are you looking at?”

And suddenly, she was right next to him, leaning up against the table with a little grin on her face. Julius blinked, his reaction sluggish. Ah, I guess I got stuck in a little daydream there- He shook off the feeling, amplified by the beers he drank, and smiled up at her. “Oh, just the cutest waitress in this place.”

Despite being mortified earlier, Lisa only blushed lightly at the comment, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh? I’m honored~ And what a coincidence, you’re the cutest guy in this place…”

Oh boy. The alcohol was starting to kick in for Julius, and Lisa knew it. His gaze started to fog up with some weird emotion that she knew well. She rarely saw him even get buzzed, so this was entirely unfamiliar. “Aha- ah, shucks, hehe-” He giggled boyishly to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he collected his “thoughts.” Ahh… he would look so cute right now if he wasn’t in disguise, Lisa thought to herself, but it was enough to know that the unfamiliar man sitting here wasn’t unfamiliar at all… he was her man. “Hmm, you seem like you’ve had a little too much to drink” she teased.

Julius shrugged, lifting up his glass. “This is the best goddamn beer in the whole goddamn kingdom- HIC.”

Lisa bit her lip, thinking the little hiccup was just too cute. “Take it easy! I wouldn’t want you to pass out on me, hmm?”

Julius just laughed to himself again, his poor addled-brain hardly able to keep up. Damn! This beer is way more potent than I’m used to… these country folk know how to brew, that’s for sure. If I’m not careful, I’ll actually get drunk.

“Well, then tell me, waitress~” Julius finally spoke, wiggling his eyebrows. “When do you get off your shift?”

Lisa giggled, reaching out and running a friendly hand over his shoulder. Julius eagerly leaned into the gesture, like iron drawn to a magnet. That was what she was: a magnet. He would always be drawn to the gravity she possessed, something he couldn’t understand yet didn’t need to. All he really needed was her.

“Be patient~ We can go home soon.”

Without another word, Lisa leaned down and kissed his forehead, before pulling away to continue her work. Julius could do nothing but sigh and watch her go, his smile still traced on his lips and his mind hazy with desire.

(the next morning)

At exactly 6:30 am, Lisa’s eyes popped open. She was like a machine, her consciousness restoring itself almost instantly after her usual 6 hours of sleep. That was all she really needed, so she never gave herself much more. With a little yawn, the girl slowly rolled over in bed, her arm reaching out to find the warmth of a body beside her. However...

Julius wasn’t there, for some reason. Lisa frowned a bit, blinking as she got her bearings. Hmm, I wonder where he is? She was sure that they were together when they fell asleep late last night. In fact, she was 100% certain that was the case. Julius got all needy when he was drunk, and wouldn’t let go of her even as he fell asleep. It takes a lot to get him drunk in the first place. He should be terribly hungover right now.

“Portia? Lyra?”

Lisa peeked into the kitchen, the stillness in the air betraying that no one else was awake yet. That’s weird… well, Julius likes his morning walks, this could be his way of dealing with his hangover

She knew that Julius was the last person on earth she usually had to worry about, but he was unfamiliar with the area and could get lost. Keeping that in mind, Lisa quickly got dressed and headed out to search for him. It was still early, and also a Saturday, so the town was very quiet and empty. Lisa strolled down the streets, becoming increasingly disheartened as she failed to locate her wandering boyfriend. Well… maybe he went out into the woods? Ooh, I hope he’s alright-

Lisa decided to check the outskirts before heading back home, just in case. Luckily, her intuition ended up being right… just not in the way she expected at all.

“Lisa!!!! Hello!!! Good morning!!! Look at me!!!”

Just as Lisa reached the edge of the woods, who should come running out but a grinning Julius. Usually, Julius only moved fast when he was fighting, and moved so fast that he left afterimages everywhere he went. Other than that, he glided from place to place, as graceful and stately as could be. But now, Lisa watched in shock as a seemingly-normal albeit awkward looking man, with arms and legs a little too long for his body, came sprinting at her. But the strangest thing was-

“Julius!!! Why are you dressed like a lumberjack!?”

Lisa backed away slightly as he skidded to a stop in front of her, still almost giddy with boyish excitement, and she eyed his strange outfit: a red flannel shirt, JEANS, and a strange looking hat. She also noticed that he wasn’t in disguise anymore. But before she could say anything, Julius launched into a harried explanation, as if he already knew what she was thinking. “Oh, don’t worry! No one recognized me with this hat on, haha! See, I woke up early to make you some coffee for when you woke up, but your uncle was awake and invited me to come help him and some others gather wood and stuff in the forest! He gave me the outfit and everything! It’s a little tight though-” Julius shifted uncomfortably in his jeans. “Anyway, a lot of people in this town don’t have much magic, at least not for gathering wood, so I got to use an axe and everything! It was so much fun, we’re taking a short break now but we’ll be at it again soon, haha!”

Julius let out a jovial laugh while Lisa stood there, still absorbing the words he just spat out. “Oh… I see. Well, I’m glad you’re having fun-” She eyed his hat again, noticing that it covered most of his blonde hair as well as his swallowtail mark. “So… you’re not hungover or anything? You were pretty drunk last night…”

“Drunk? NO, no!” Julius wiggled his eyebrows. “That stuff only buzzed me… I was just using it as an excuse to act a bit more boldly, you know? I’m perfectly fine this morning.”

… of course he would do that- Lisa thought to herself, not sure if she should be charmed or exasperated…. She was leaning towards the former, since by now she was used to Julius’s antics. “You seem to be enjoying the commoner life, maybe we should quit our jobs and move out to a cabin in the woods,” she teased, letting herself smile brightly up at him. Now that the shock was wearing off… he did look really good in his new “uniform.” “You should wear stuff like this more often~”

Julius raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t wipe his goofy grin off his face. “Oh? Maybe I will~ And-” He reached down and took her hand in his, clasping it tenderly. “I’ll take you out to cabins in the woods whenever you feel like it! Just say the word, and it’s done!”

Lisa giggled, squeezing her eyes shut as Julius’s hand cupped her cheek, holding her face gently as his lips found the side of her head. “It’s good to know I have you wrapped around my finger~”

“Oh, more than my finger, my dear.” Julius winked as he straightened back up. However, that brief, sultry moment ended as soon as a new idea crossed his mind. “So! I was thinking- we should have a picnic for lunch!”

Lisa’s eyes it up at the same time as his own. “Ooh, I like that idea! Out in the woods?” She immediately started brainstorming what she could make.

“Not just any spot, though-” Julius fidgeted with excitement. “That spot by the river… with the flowers, where we first met?”

“Oh… oh! Yeah!” The memories flooded back, memories from a time much more complicated than now. “Meet me there at noon?”

“Yeah! Thank you, darling.” Julius leaned down, his intention clear. Lisa closed her eyes in time to feel his sweet kiss on her lips, brief yet just as intoxicating as ever. “See you soon!” Without another word, Julius waved goodbye before running off, disappearing into the trees. Lisa sighed to herself, the warmth of his presence still lingering on her skin. Wow… well, I have a picnic to prepare. She turned around and started to walk back home, her mind still caught up in the dream she somehow managed to turn into reality.

Back then, years ago, they met in that spot by the river. Lisa was lost, alone, hopeless, and confused, but all it took was a kind smile and that strange, warm feeling to get her moving again. Moving towards her goals, with nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

I gained and lost so much, over and over, but now… it’s just like you promised, Julius. You said, one day, our life will be simple. And now it is.

Despite the trials they experienced, the satisfaction of knowing filled Lisa’s heart: she was his, and he was hers. Completely.

(shortly before noon)

Finally alone, Julius took off his hat, letting his head breathe for the first time all morning. He had arrived at the spot a little early, so he had a few minutes to himself. “Hmm… this is the place, alright,” he muttered to himself, looking around. The stream still flowed lazily like it always did, and the blanket of white cornflowers still rippled gently in the breeze. The whole atmosphere was calming, yet so deeply potent with memories, both good and bad… but one in particular.

I still remember it so well… During that Diamond attack, Lisa dropped her Grimoire. I had to chase her all over town to give it back! I ended up catching up to her here… we had our first conversation. And her first smile-

Julius would have been content to die in that moment. For that brief second, he forgot that he was Wizard King, he forgot about all the responsibilities he carried on his back. He was weightless, unburdened… blessed. A girl he barely knew, someone he could tell was deeply troubled and complicated, defeated him with just a smile. At that time, he couldn’t have imagined that he would grow so close to her, watching as she clawed her way up, a girl with nothing to lose but everything to gain. It was what he admired most about her, but she was more than just another remarkable person in the magic knights.

She was his.

Julius found himself standing at the edge of the stream, the water calm enough for him to make out his reflection.

Despite how perfectly everything felt now… he couldn’t shake an unwelcome feeling.

Dread?

Julius shook his head slightly, watching his own eyes narrow with determination.

If I can protect an entire kingdom… I can protect one person dear to me.

“Julius!”

The voice calling out from behind him immediately dispelled the dread from his gut. Perking up, Julius quickly turned around to see Lisa walking over, picnic basket in hand and a big smile on her face. “Hey! I’m right on time~ Hungry?” She held up the basket, opening it up to look at the contents. “I made some sandwiches, but Portia had some leftover wine from last night so I packed a little of that as well, and-”

Lisa was suddenly cut off when a pair of arms closed around her. She stood there silently as she was held tightly, her face buried into the rough flannel of Julius’s shoulder. Slowly, she inhaled, taking in his scent, a scent indistinguishable from her own save for the new notes of pine he managed to pick up while working. Then, she exhaled, her arms drifting around his torso in time with her breath.

It was moments like these that she knew she was cherished. More than any treasure or prize the Kingdom could offer. Even if she didn’t understand why, she knew that fact.

After a few long, tender moments, Julius’s grip finally loosened, and he stepped back just enough to peer down at her face, his smile tinged with faint notes of sadness. “Thank you, Lisa.”

“My pleasure.”

The two of them turned and walked towards the stream, their hands still entwined as tight as fate itself.

#ajfksdl sorry I didn't mean for it to be this long #JuLisa #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #oc: lisa #black clover

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Chef Soo. Three meals a day

Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC (Nameless, but I refuse to use Y/N)

Genre: Romance, canon AU (?), fluff, fast burn, smut.

Lunch: Miso

The idol and the chef

When she met Kyung Soo she was a little bit tipsy.

That involved a very loose mouth and some difficulty accessing to her memories. She normally had a friend who would take care of her. But said friend left her hanging for her newest boyfriend. So, it was only her, her two empty bottles and a full one. The restaurant was almost empty. Only a young couple seated in the corner and another girl with a friend, or girlfriend, who was she to judge? She was going to drink her last bottle of soju and then call a taxi. She was already looking forward to going home and sleep the drunkenness away. She was about to open the bottle when the sound of the bell at the door distracted her. Another customer. There was something on his form that was so familiar to her. Even to her tipsy brain. Not only his body shape, with his lean form, nice thighs, legs not really long but a nice height overall. His back was wide compared with his waist and what really caught her, the shape of his head under that oh so familiar cap. There was something written on it in white letters. He was walking in her direction, and thanks to her 20/20 sight she could read it "The all England techno club" She read in her head, with a perfect accent. Why was it so familiar? She had read that somewhere. Where was it?

She stopped herself from keep thinking about it because her head started hurting. She dropped the bottle opener and call it the night. What was she thinking before? Before she noticed the headache something, was bothering her, what was it? That was the other thing she got from the tipsiness, mild amnesia. She grabbed the unopened bottle, her bag, and her coat and walked to the counter to pay her bill and bid goodbye to the chef who was also an old friend and ex-teacher. He was standing behind the counter chatting with a guy dressed in all black and a cap. Oh right! She thought, The all England whatever cap, why was it so familiar? She stood next to the all-black guy and Mister Kang stopped talking to him so he could attend her "Ready to leave? " "Yeah, here, I didn't touch this one" "Your head hurts" She only nodded and took out her wallet. She gave her his card and waited for him to collect his money. She was still curious about that cap "Dear, this machine is acting up, give me a second " "Don't worry, I have time, I will call a taxi" She searched for her phone on her bag "What happened to your friend?" Mister Kang asked "She planted me, she got new dick " Ugh damn mouth, the alcohol was showing up. She immediately bit her tongue. Mister Kang laughed, already used to her running mouth but she saw the guy next to her jolt "I'm so sorry" She apologized to both men “Don't worry about it, a girl with a dirty mouth is a trustful girl, right Kyung Soo?" He commented and asked the man next to her. To which he answered affirmatively, followed by a chuckle. She finally found her phone, embarrassed by her comment and her cliché act of I'm a woman and I can't find my phone in my woman bag. She lit up the screen and felt her brain explode. There it was. The cap. The same cap. And under it, Kyung Soo. What a coincidence, the guy next to her had the same hat and his name was also Kyung Soo. Her brain began shouting at her. It’s him. The guy seated next to her was the same guy on her phone screen, smiling to the camera with his bandmates. The familiar figure she saw coming in was Do Kyung Soo. Fuck this. Fuck this night, fuck those bottles of soju, fuck this restaurant, fuck this day, month and year. Her idol was there. And she was tipsy, talking about dick, without make-up, having a moment with her handbag and completely out of words. If she was 16, she would know what to say to him. Shriek a little bit and then profess her love for him. But she was an adult now, she couldn’t go around shrieking on idol’s face. She kept it cool, thank goodness. She didn’t stare at him, no part of her body was shaking. When Mister Kang spoke to her again, her voice was calm, low, a bit sexy maybe? “This machine is not working, you have any cash on you?” “No, nothing, what can I do?” “Stay here, have another drink, my daughter will arrive in half an hour, she knows how to fix this” That was a good idea “Ok, I will go back to my table” “No, stay here, actually you arrived at the right time, let me introduce you to my friend” Fuck this chef too. “This is Do Kyung Soo, he is coming for some personal lessons, Wanna stay too? Kyung Soo, she used to be my student, she could help us too” A lot was happening in a short time and her slow brain couldn’t process it, so it shut down. Because it is always better to give up than try right? “It's a pleasure to meet you, I’m Kyung Soo” He offered his hand, and yes, her brain wasn’t working, but you didn’t need a brain to be polite. She shook his hand and introduced herself. He answered with a warm smile, and oh shit, it was really him. Mister Kang lead the conversation. He would say something good about her, or comment on something on her curriculum and Kyung Soo would gasp in surprise and she would act shy and humble. Fake shy and humble of course, she had a hell of a curriculum “She spent a year in Spain learning about their cuisine, she brought some really good recipes, Hey! You could teach us some right now, Kyung Soo is taking the test for the cooking certification and …” You didn’t need a brain to shout ‘Really?!’ and jump on your seat excitedly “Yes…is an old dream of mine” She felt like pinching his cheeks “Kyung Soo was just telling me that he is a bit scared because is a hard test” “It is…but is very intuitive, if you practice enough and you know your ingredients you know that some recipes can be cooked in one way only or that they need some ingredients to be what they are” “Yes, like salt, everything needs salt” Mister Kang was joking, and it was a bad joke, but she was still tipsy, and Kyung Soo was too polite not to laugh. A new customer arrived and Mister Kang went to take their order. Now that they were alone and that her brain and body felt a bit sober, she was brave enough to speak up. When the three of them were talking, she couldn’t stop thinking about telling him how much she admired him. This was a once in a lifetime kind of thing, and she knew that Kyung Soo was the kind of guy who would appreciate a word of support. So as soon as they were left alone, she took a deep breath, clenched her fist and went for it “Kyung Soo?” He immediately looked up from his plate and gave her all his attention. What should she say now? I’m your fan sounded superficial. I love you was way too much. It has to be something in between. Something that expressed the support of a fan and the devotion of a friend. “Kyung Soo, I just wanted to tell you that your work has helped me through some hard times, has kept me rooted and as filled me with nothing but precious feelings and a sense of love and proudness, so thank you, I’m very grateful for your existence and I hope you know that you will always have my unconditional support” The surprise and shock on his eyes was comical. She caught him unprepared. She would have been scared by his silence, but she knew him well, he was looking for the right words “I wouldn’t have thought you were a fan” “Why?” “Our fans tend to be younger” Of course she wasn’t offended by it, she always felt a bit older than the fans around her at concerts. But Kyung Soo’s regret was excessive. He apologized immediately “Don’t worry, I know what you mean, I’m always called the big sister, I’m a couple of months older than you though” Kyung Soo looked down, smiling, his legs fidgeting “What you said, applies to our group…or I’m your …favorite?” How could he look so shy asking something like that? He should be used to this “Did I make you uncomfortable?” He moved his hands in front of her face “No, not at all, it’s just…you never really get used to this, people giving you their attention and care without really knowing you” “Well, we know each other now” She heard herself and could punch her face. She sounded so horribly flirty when she said that. She knew that voice. It was her hunting voice. She used it whenever she encountered a cute boy. Maybe she was still tipsy. But that wasn’t the worst thing. The worst thing was that Kyung Soo reacted to her flirty hunting voice. He stopped fidgeting, he squared his shoulders and grinned at her “Yes, now we know each other” Before Mister Kang arrived, they clinked their glasses holding each other’s stares for a couple of seconds.

The three of them stayed talking about cooking for about an hour. At one point Kyung Soo grabbed a notepad from his backpack and began taking notes. He giggled none stop when she and Mister Kang got into a heated argument about which was the best way to cook fish. It was almost midnight, time for Mister Kang to close the restaurant, but he invited them both to his kitchen so she could teach them how to cook duck. They were ready to start, apron on, hands clean and all the ingredients ready to use. She was teaching them how to marinate it when Mister Kang’s wife called him “Go on without me, please teach Kyung Soo, we can’t lose this beautiful duck” He left in a hurry and they stayed there staring at the place where he used to be “Could you go on? I have never cook duck and I really want to learn, I’m a bit intimidated by it” She looked at him and was reminded again that this was a once in a lifetime thing, so she grabbed the knife and began to quarter the bird. She taught him step by step, giving him time to take notes and answering all his questions. It was clear he wasn’t just an amateur, he knew a lot and he had a really good technique. The last step, putting the duck in the oven left them with nothing to do for an hour. It was already the next day. She should be tired after a day of teaching and cooking, but she wasn’t. She never felt tired when cooking “You are very good giving instructions” He complimented her. She was too flustered by his quirky compliment. As they waited for the duck to be cooked and golden, she opened a can of beer she found on the fridge and shared it with him. They cleaned the kitchen table together and as they did so, they began exchanging stories. She told him how she got into Spanish cuisine, the struggles, the distance, etc. He also shared a lot. Some things she already knew, but others were new. How cooking with his mom caught his interest. How happy it made him when people liked his food, and her favorite “I’m so bad at expressing how I feel with words, cooking became the way I tell my members that I love them” There wasn’t a right way to answer to that. Anything she could say wasn’t enough. So she only smiled fondly at him and he answered with a shy smile. It was so weird because she knew all his gestures, the shy shake of his head, the grin when something was slightly amusing and the heart smile and crunched eyes when something was hilarious. The way he scratched the back of his head when embarrassed or pouted when he was thinking about something. She knew all of them. But he was now there, in flesh, and everything seemed new. Or maybe not new, but brighter than on a screen or a picture. She always thought that when she attended their concerts. They are so much more beautiful in person. But know, having him so close, brushing shoulders as they moved around the kitchen, she realized that he really didn’t need a sequined jacket to shine “Why did you decide to become a chef?” He brought her back from her silent devotion and answered him, feeling weirdly comfortable talking to him. She knew that he was listening, paying attention to everything she was saying, and that was very encouraging. Kyung Soo was telling her about the first time he burned his meal when he was 12 years old, almost causing a fire, when the bell of the oven rang. The duck was ready. When she took it out of the oven, Kyung Soo looked at her as if she was caring a bag of diamonds and walked behind her, almost resting his chin on her shoulder, so close she felt him against her back “Calm down Kyung Soo” She joked, but he ignored her “I’m so excited, let’s try it” “Of course we are eating it, do me a favor, in that cabinet over there, Mister Kang keeps his wines, bring a bottle” “Can we do that?” He asked innocently “Of course, I gave him most of them, don’t worry” Kyung Soo followed her instructions with a bit of uncertainty, but did it anyway. She felt a complicity between them that felt invigorating. As they ate, they kept talking about food. She couldn’t remember talking so much about food with someone, not even her colleagues. Kyung Soo professed his great admiration. He knew a lot, but she was sharing with him little tricks and secrets you could only learn with practice “You know what issue I have with food, especially Korean food or Japanese food? It never tastes as good as in restaurants or…is just never good enough” She got that question from her students quite often “Oh, that’s easy, you are using store-bought soy sauce and miso right?” “Yes…of course” “No, to get the best flavor you have to ferment your beans my boy” Damn it her mouth. He didn’t react, thank god “At home?” She nodded, sipping from her glass “You know how?” His interest had him almost crawling on top of the table “Of course, I have been mastering the art of fermenting for years, I have a beautiful pot of miso that has been fermenting for a year now” “Really?!” This was the louder she had ever heard him speak. Ever. His excitement made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world “Wanna come and see?” She bit her tongue, this was her tipsiness speaking. She was slightly drunk again. She was going to take it back, but Kyung Soo was faster “Yes, I would love to see it” He answered looking very solemn “Oh…ok, ok let’s go then” They both got up, holding into their chairs “Are you drunk?” She asked him, sounding quite drunk “You too!” They giggled together “Ok, are you driving?” “Not anymore, I live three streets away from here, we are walking, the fresh air will help us with our tipsiness” As Kyung Soo took the plates to the sink she went to communicate Mister Kang their plans for the night, he and his wife exchanged an accomplice look and moved their eyebrows suggestively “OK, I’m not friends with you two anymore” She walked away slightly angry, and very flustered “Everything ok?” He asked her when she appeared in the kitchen, looking weird, for sure “Nothing, he said to leave everything there, he would clean it tomorrow” She lied, just to mess with Mister Kang.

The streets were empty, and the night felt delicious. Fine dust-free, fresh and calm. They took a deep breath at the same time, and laughed with complicity. He looked at her smiling softly, a smile that always set so well on her heart "Thank you so much, I have learned a lot with you" It sounded like parting words, but he was walking with her to her house, they still had some time ahead, she was sure "Least I could do Kyung Soo " "What do you mean?" She was surprised by his question, what else could she mean? "As my idol, you have done a lot for me, this is my way to pay you" He laughed a bit surprised "Right, I completely forgot about that" He kept laughing, so adorably that she felt like slapping herself to come out of the stupor “It wasn't weird for you when I confessed that I was your fan?” She asked focusing on her feet walking, kind of scared of his answer “No at all, weren't you uncomfortable with meeting me?” “You must know that people feel very comfortable around you” He smiled, hiding his expression, focusing on his walking feet too “I'm glad, I'm glad you weren't intimidated” “Dumbfounded maybe, intimidated never” He smiled even shyly than before and she decided to cut it there, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable "Are you afraid of the test?” He moved his head undecidedly, not a yes or a no “You are a great student, I'm sure you are going to do great at the exam" His eyes shined with excitement "I can't wait actually, How was it? When you took the exam" That was 6 years ago, but it felt even longer "I was terrified, and I had to cook the meal that I didn't like and I wasn't very good at, but I remembered something Mister Kang told me, He said, remember that you are not a chef because you are super smart, or good at math or super good at memorizing stuff, you are becoming a chef because you are good at feeding people and there are no mistakes on that, your food is going to be good always... I know it was a bunch of crap, he does that a lot, but it made sense to me, I'm a great cooker, everybody said so since I'm ten, so how could I screw it? I got in with that mentality, and I did great, just be careful with the technique, cut things as you should, with the right knife and the right angle, be careful with no contaminating your flavors and with the nutritional rules, careful with your salt and oil, the rest is up to your practice and talent, and you have those" "Thank you" “You got this…and we are here” She stopped on her tracks as they reached her building. She began feeling incredibly nervous. She felt her nape tingling and her stomach heavy “Lead the way then” And she did, although her limbs felt stiff. A part of her was feeling weird bringing a stranger to her house. In her short life, she had done that twice, and the guys weren’t complete strangers. Although thinking it better, Kyung Soo wasn’t a stranger either. He felt more like a long-time friend. They climbed the set of stairs and walked down the hallway to the last door. She began looking for her keys in her handbag and soon as her hands touch the cold object she remembered something. The several posters hanging in her walls. Specifically the one of Kyung Soo. That could screw things up and turn everything horribly awkward “Ok, Before you get in, you have to give me 10 minutes” He looked at the door and then at her a bit lost “Oh, Ok, you have to clean or something?” “Yes... Clean” She got in quickly, trying to open the door the least possible. She turned on the lights and she was immediately faced with the framed posters. Two group ones, one of Kyung Soo and another of Sehun. She was one of those. She liked all of them. She grabbed the four frames, one by one, and hid them in the small guest room. She didn’t bother with hiding her Eribong and the records. He already knew she liked Exo, but maybe see himself adorning her walls could be a bit too much. As soon as she was done, she let him in before he regained his senses and run away “Everything is settled, just don't go into that room” She pointed at the closed door where she hid the frames “Did you hide your husband in there?” “Yeah, something like that” The irony of all. He looked a bit shocked “Kyung Soo I was joking, there is no husband there” “Ok, just making sure, where is the Miso?” He sounded very excited, looking around the house, so she guided him into her small but proud kitchen. He followed her inside like a happy puppy and didn’t leave her side as she opened her fermentation station, and took out the crock with the bean gold. She made him wash his hands before allowing him to open the croc, smell it and taste it. He gave her a look. A look she didn’t know. If she had to describe it, she would say it was ambition “Tell me how you did it and I will get you front row tickets for our next concert” She reached for his hand and shook it energetically “You got yourself a deal my boy” She commented, not feeling embarrassed about her weird drunk persona anymore “You call people my boy when you are tipsy?” “I think so” She explained to him the entire process, giving him time to write down her indications. What beans to use, temperatures, times, how much salt, where to keep it, sealing process and all the details to master an ancient custom “It looks like a lot of work” He commented, closing his small notebook and scratching the back of his head “It is, and time too, but it’s worth it, and you will see” “I will?” “Yeah, you can’t go without trying it, I’m going to prepare you some miso soup” His face lighted up as when they called his name in awards shows, maybe more “Also, as you may know, from the fermentation of the miso we can obtain Tamari sauce, I’m going to grill you some fish with it, I have a small bottle so I only use it for special occasions, and this is one” She saw him beam, and he didn’t need to say anything to show how joyful he felt. As she moved around the kitchen, he asked her a question she was glad to answer “When did you start liking us?” “You guys debuted the same day I took the exam, When I arrived home you were performing and I felt a connection, like we were all starting something that day…then my life kept moving on and you guys were there, I did so many things, work in a super busy restaurant, live in Japan, Taiwan, then Spain then I came back to Korea and Exo was there always, it was the only constant thing, you guys gave me a feeling of…family, home maybe, that’s why I Iove Exo and I support and love all of you” “Ah, you are one of those who supports every member” She nodded smiling, as she took the pot out of the stove “I’m one of those, I even support the ones that left” He thanked her, sounding too solemn for the situation. As she was serving the grilled fish, she asked for Kyung Soo to bring a bottle of Soju from her fridge. If he saw the number of magnets stuck on her fridge with his face on it, he didn’t make a comment, she did hear him chuckle softly. She took the food to the small dining table in front of her window and sat in front of him. Their knees touched under the table, the cold denim of his pants brushing her naked knees. It was so weird and a bit scary how comfortable and familiar his company was. He served them both a glass of Soju and then lifted his small glass “Let’s make a toast for the lack of oxygen” She felt a sweet tingle in her chest “Aw, that’s a fermentation toast! for the lack of oxygen!” They toasted for the second time that night, and she didn’t let go of his stare. He didn’t seem bothered “But for real Kyung Soo, oxygen is our worst enemy when it comes to this” “Noted” He answered as he drank the entirety of his glass. They shared that simple meal surrounded by a bubble of familiarity and trust. Kyung Soo ate with enthusiasm, something that was always priceless for a chef. His glossy cheeks got rounder and rounder, his happiness growing with each bite of food. He thanked her for the experience several times. One time he even reached over the table and grabbed her hand giving it a single squeeze and then released her as if burned by the touch, realizing what he had done. She was calm. Of course, her heart was beating fast since he got inside her house. But besides that, she was calm. Because she has known him for a while. He felt like a friend. Obviously, for him, it wasn't the same. He had just met her. But he didn't look bothered by it, or her. Quite the opposite. She dared to say that he was enjoying her company. A lot. He was seeking her company too. He accepted her invitation to her place, and it was now almost two in the morning and he was still there, sharing moments of his life, making her laugh, asking her about her past. All his focus on her. She felt her ego bloom inside of her. Maybe this could… She stood up, trying to run away from her thoughts, startling Kyung Soo “Hey, what about some ramen, I can add some water to the broth, some more homemade miso and we got ourselves some good ramen” She was running away from her thoughts, but now she was using or implying the most cliché thing in modern culture. Inviting him ramen. But Kyung Soo was innocent enough to not know what it meant. “You are inviting me ramen?” He asked, lifting his eyebrows, clearly making fun of her. She clearly didn’t know him well enough “Don’t make fun of me or I’m not cooking you anything and forget about the miso I was about to pack for you” He apologized, laughing, not sorry at all. She cooked and packed in silence, which made Kyung Soo asked her if she was mad about three times. She packed him Miso for about two or three meals and brought two bowls of ramen to the table. He looked at it with bulged eyes “All this for just a bunch of songs?” The way he said it, his surprised tone and the despective manner he used to refer to that ‘bunch of songs’ and just how suitable that comment felt to the entire situation threw her into a fit of laughter that brought tears to her eyes. He laughed with her and kept bumping his knees with hers under the table, telling her to calm down, that it wasn’t that funny. But it was. The entire situation, since he got into the restaurant until now looked like a very well-tailored joke. They finished their ramen, cheeks red, tummies filled and lips still tasting the familiar flavor of simple dishes “Are you dating someone? You have a boyfriend or girlfriend?” She jumped on her seat. The question caught her off guard “No I don’t have one of those, why?” He moved his plate to the side and straightened his back “If we want to move on with the night, I need to know that” She noticed that Kyung Soo’s attack…or maybe signature way of conveying something was to look straight into your eyes. And the eyes that looked at you were powerful, dark and deep. It was impossible to look away “You are drunk” She said, hiding her nervous smile behind her glass of soju “I’m not, are you?” And as some kind of power move, he drank the last bit of soju from his glass “I mean, it’s there, but we ate a lot and I can hold it, I'm not drunk” And if she went over what they had done during the night, she could tell she wasn’t drunk. She hasn’t lost her train of thought not a single time, on the contrary, all her attention was directed to him. Also, her mouth wasn’t that loose. Yes, she called him ‘My boy’ a couple of times, but she didn’t tell him ‘You look hot and juicy like a chicken thigh, and I want to take a bite out of you” Which was a real thing she said once and got her a wonderful one-year-long relationship. For the three bottles of soju and half a bottle of wine she drank, she was feeling fresh as a lettuce, cucumber, and celery. And Kyung Soo said he felt the same. He trapped her legs with his under the table and made her look at him again “What do you mean with move on with the night?” She asked him, looking at his chest, not his eyes. She knew better “I’m thinking what you are thinking” She shook her head “I’m not thinking anything, I’m not allowing myself to do so” He moved his head into her line of sight and grinned at her, moving a hand across the table, reaching for hers, drawing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand “I want to be something more than your idol today”. Her heart and brain stopped working for a solid minute. In the future, she would imagine all the smarts comebacks she could have used. But that was the future, because now, she was shaken to the bone. Her body was smart enough to avoid questioning what he meant with that and instead busied itself with another shore. She stood up quickly and began picking up the plates from the table. Maybe Kyung Soo would see that as a signal to leave. She didn’t want him to leave. But she needed to do the best for her. The water began filling the sink when he asked her from across the room “What is there for dessert?” He wasn’t planning on leaving, that was sure. She could sense a playfulness in his voice, and her brain and heart began working again. Kind off. Her brain was about to betray her for the last time that night “For dessert... Me!” She followed with a loud curse, bumping her head with the rack on top of the sink “Sorry, I take back what I said, I'm drunk, only drunk me speaks like that” She didn’t look at him. But she still could tell what he was doing. He could hear him stand up and walk to the kitchen “It's ok, is not like I was going to refuse that dessert” His voice sounded so close she could feel his heat near her “I asked you before who was your favorite, you said all of us, I don't believe it” “It's true!” She did her best to sound undisturbed “I do understand that you support all of us, thank you for that, but there must be one of us that's different” The first thing she felt was his hand caressing her back. Just a light brush with his knuckles across one of her scapulae “Well...” His touch worked like a spell apparently, she was actually considering answering “Yeah?” The touch of his knuckles disappeared and now she could feel his hand resting on her waist, very lightly, but the feeling was there, dominant “Junmyeon is very handsome” He must have heard her indecisiveness because he didn't take her answer as definitive “Jongin is a God” Her answers weren’t still good enough for him because he kept trying to squeeze words out of her “And we all worship him and?...” He completed. Why was he so sure that she wasn't being honest? “And you” Her voice lost volume, but not sincerity “You are different” “How different?” “You are cute” She didn’t notice the water was about to overflow the sink, so Kyung Soo reached for the faucet and turned it off. His body pressed her against the edge of the sink and now she could feel his chest against her back. Her legs wobble for a second “I know that, but no, I know that I'm an out layer, but how am I different to you?” He put clear emphasis on the last word and made no attempt on moving away from her, if anything he was closer, his chin almost resting on her shoulder. She couldn’t understand why her body wasn’t pushing him away, it was basic self-defense “Why are you asking all this?” “I need to know, and I need you to know” No, they didn’t need to know anything. She spent a big part of the night trying to ignore whatever she was feeling. Everything. But she was weak “I dream with you a lot, well not a lot, but I often dream about you, and not with the other guys” Clearly her mouth had become an independent entity, completely emancipated from her brain. Kyung Soo sighed softly next to her hear, took a step back and turned her around, grabbing her by the waist “What kind of dreams?” He asked with a grin. She smacked his arm, giggling and making him smile “Not that kind of dream dummy” She gasped, embarrassed for calling him that “It’s ok, call me names if you want, your boy, dummy, I don't care” She liked that. For someone who complained about not being good with words, he was nailing it with the sweet talk “Kyung Soo, let me finish what I was saying before, you are cute, but to me you look the most mature and cold headed, I like how you just do what you are comfortable with, image-wise, work-wise, that’s so manly... And also you are just so cute I could... I could kiss you” He looked at her slightly alarmed “Ok, I heard that before! What's this thing with people wanting to kiss other people because they are cute?” His mood changed for a moment to honest curiosity “You know when kids are so cute you just want to pinch their cheeks?” “Yeah” “Ok, it's like that but for adults” He began nodding slowly, his mouth a perfect O, eyes serious and eyebrows furrowed. She really wanted to kiss him there “Oh, that's what they mean... So... I'm being cute now? Do you want to kiss me?” She had to recognize that in order to deliver all that sweet talk he had to have equal parts of confidence and vulnerability. It was only fair to do the same “You have been cute the whole night” She couldn’t meet his eyes, she wasn’t as daring as him “Then kiss me” He grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his face. His round cheek felt soft and warm resting on her hand. She caressed him out of reflex and Kyung Soo closed his eyes, smiling. Since he had his eyes closed, she felt a bit bold. She leaned in, but the rush of braveness had a short life. Fear made her stop “You are being so unfair Kyung Soo” He opened his eyes wide “Why?” She took a deep breath, twice “Let's say that I like you and we sleep together, What about you? I could see this as me sleeping with a man I like, but you see this as sleeping with someone, one more” “But it's not like that” She couldn't know that for sure. He could be just a smooth mother fucker who really knew what to say to get into someone's pants. There was no way she could come out of this unharmed. She was going to say no. This wasn't something she could or should do. And not with this guy. It was too risky. But as she made that decision, a thought came to her mind. A premonition. She saw herself in the future. Five or ten years of marriage, with one baby on one arm and one on the way. Husband out with his friends and she in front of the TV watching the last episode of the most popular drama of the season and there, on the TV, Kyung Soo. Older but sexier, perfect and talented as always. And she saw herself thinking ‘I could have hit that, yes, now my life is a dumb cliché, but I could have had that memory’ So she dropped her previous decision through the window. Maybe she didn't deserve this, but her version of the future deserved it. She still could end up like that, two kids and a husband, but she would have the memory of that time she slept with her idol. So she went and did what her heart, brain, and body told her. She cupped his face with both hands, pulling him down to her. He didn’t resist, he followed her guidance.

She didn’t close her eyes until their lips met. Watching him so close, seeing his pretty eyelashes flutter and his eyes react to her touch. She felt him smile but was quick to answer her kiss. She held him softly and kissed him the same way. She knew he wasn’t going to reject her, so she didn’t have to be this careful. But since he gave her the control of this situation she wanted to do it her own way. Slow, so she could enjoy it. So she could enjoy the softness and fullness of his lips. The remains of the saltiness of the miso ramen were still there, making the kiss comforting and familiar. Something soothing for the end of a charged day. Kyung Soo followed her when she pulled back and brought their lips together again. This time under his rules. Heatedly, nudging at her lip with his tongue. One of his hands rested on her back and the other one at her nape, his fingers sinking in her hair. His kiss was demanding, his lips reaching to hers over and over again. She was breathless when he pulled back, but finding that he was too, gave her some assurance. Said assurance made her go and grab him again. He chuckled. A chuckle that sounded like triumph. His kiss was still intense, and hers too. Her hands went from his face to his chest, encircling his body pulling him closer to her. He was so warm. And he smelled so good. And his body felt right. He just felt right and perfect between her arms. But his kisses were better than all that. When their lips parted, he opened his eyes, gently watching hers and caressed her cheeks with his hand. He passed his arm around her shoulders and pressed her against his chest hiding his face in her neck. She called his name so that he would look at her, but he ignored her. She patted his back calling his name again and she only got a grunt telling her that he was listening. And she preferred in this way. Talking would be way easier for her if he wasn’t looking at her with those beautiful eyes. She was feeling so nervous because one-night stands weren't a thing she practiced on the regular, or ever. The times weren’t optimal to practice such activities with so many weirdos walking around and also she wasn’t interested. And in her modest opinion, Kyung Soo should be as careful as she was. In his case, as an idol, he was prone to encounter weirdos too. And she let him know. He moved his face from her neck. Only his face because his arms remain holding her tightly “You trust me?” He asked “I do... What about you Kyung Soo, do you trust me?” He nodded, smiling gently “I'm worried though, you shouldn't go around sleeping with fans” She wasn’t joking, and he didn’t take it as a joke either. His lips formed a straight line and his eyes went from sultry to solemn “I don't, this is the first” She believed him “And you decided to let yourself go with me?” “I trust you” That was all she needed to know. They both were on the same ground now. In terms of trust, experience, and want. She moved her hands up his chest and began feeling him, a hint of playfulness in her touch and her voice “What else?” He smiled shyly and rested his forehead against hers "You are funny too, talking to you has been an experience, you are also very attractive” It was nice of him to notice it. His lips were only inches away from hers, she could feel his warm breath, his eyes almost closed and waiting for her to kiss him again. She placed her palm behind his neck to bring him closer and placed her lips over his. The sensation she felt was stronger than before and she felt overwhelmed with the promise of the night or what was left of it. He let go of her lips with a smack but held her face close “You must know though that you are not sleeping with D.O…right?” “No, this is Do Kyung Soo” He pecked her lips smiling “You made very clear that you wanted to be more than my idol tonight” “I can’t believe I said that” She laughed with him, kissing him before answering “It was great, don’t regret it” “I don’t” Along the night she came to learn that Kyung Soo was touchy. And not just now, but throughout the night he has always being…close. He sat really close to her at the restaurant, when they were cooking at Mister Kang’s kitchen he was always behind her posing his hand on her lower back so she wouldn’t clash with him. When they later arrived at her house the closeness just increased, as the light caresses. And now that they kissed he just let himself go. His hands knew no boundaries. His palms were around her neck and his fingers between his hair in one moment, and then they moved to her back, her sides, gently playing with her shirt from time to time feeling her hot skin under his fingers. It was then that he finally broke the kiss and placed soft kisses on her neck. She breathed hard as she felt his tongue on her neck playing with her skin “Take me to your bedroom” He whispered feverishly in her ear, rubbing his growing, and promising erection against her thigh. Thank god he was holding her by the hips or she would have landed face first in the ground. What kind of wet dream was this? And if this was a dream she needed to show more dignity. She grabbed his hand, kissing him one last time just in case, and walked him the short distance from her kitchen to her bedroom. He walked behind her, close to her as always and when she let him inside her room he gasped in surprise “What?!” She asked looking around her room searching for what had shocked him but couldn’t see anything “You have a plushy of me, I knew I was your favorite” She looked at the spot he was looking at and found, on top of her bookshelf, her Duduya. The typical plushy of him with the cute ears and the heart-shaped lips, that was a gift from her friend “No…it’s just the cutest one” “Liar” Kyung Soo’s voice sounded deeper, even when smiling. His hands kept leaving warm paths over her body. She didn’t think he was conscious about it. He was just touching her. Because apparently, he liked doing so. And she was enjoying it too. She always enjoyed being touched. Caressed, hugged, pressed against someone’s body, spooned. A caress could unleash an outburst of dopamine. She was on an overdose of dopamine now. His hands traveled to her chin, cheeks, ears and down her neck to plant small kisses all over her collarbone. And she could do the same to him. She could touch him however she wanted to, so her hands were to roam around his shoulders, back and brush his hair. An old dream of hers. He was allowing her to do it. He felt relaxed and exposed. She was glad she could give him that trust. Apparently he felt like that with her from the beginning. And she didn’t do it on purpose. Things just developed in this way. Hopefully Kyung Soo didn’t think the opposite “Kyung Soo I swear to god I didn’t invite you here to do this” She pushed him away from her and he was shocked, his lips pursed comically “I swear I only wanted to feed you” His pursed lips turned into a merry laugh, throwing his head back. She felt like loving him. She could actually love him if he promised to laugh like that “You just wanted to feed me?” “Yeah, I could see how passionate you are about food, and I love talking about food, and I wanted to share it with you” “Ok, you didn’t invite me here to have sex, but at least you invited me to be friends with me right?” She nodded, really liking what he said “I think I did, I like that” He bent down and placed a few kisses over her cheeks making her release a relax chuckle. He kissed her once on her lips and before deepening the kiss, as she wanted, he asked her “Just to be clear, we are still doing it right?” “Yes, of course, we are still doing it” He kissed her lips greedily again and she left out a quiet groan into his lips as she felt his warm palm sliding under her t-shirt leaving a trail. Her heart was beating like there was no tomorrow, feeling only pleasant sensations with his fingers on her skin and his mouth on her neck making wonders. Until now she held his shoulders but now her hands daringly moved down his back exploring him. They were itching to do so. She felt the muscles of his back, his waist, and her hands, possessed by the devil for sure, went lower and held to his…bottom. He jolted and a chuckle merged with a moan, but he didn’t complain. He only moved closer to her, pushing her to the edge of her bed. His hands got rid of her t-shirt quickly and as her shoulders were visible now, he found a new patch of skin he could kiss and taste. She liked that, a whole lot, but she wanted to enjoy the same privileges. She took off his black t-shirt quickly, but in the way knocked off his glasses “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” She grabbed them carefully from the floor and handed them to him “Thank you, I need those to see you” She felt weirdly flustered by his words. He put them on and arranged them on the bridge of his nose. She always liked when he did that. Her body was now freed from his grip, and she had finally a moment to take a step back, metaphorically, and look at him.

She felt herself flushing by the sight of his well-formed body. She knew she was now in a position of privilege and felt greedy about it. She lifted a shaking hand to the side of his neck and descended slowly to his collarbone, she brushed his clavicle with her fingertips and then slid her palm down to his chest. She rested her hand there, watching his chest move up and down fast and hard. She knew he was looking at her, and she hoped her eyes weren’t really showing how delighted she was feeling, how much she wanted him. It could look weird, maybe scary “I want to…I want to do the same” He whispered. She looked up and if she wasn’t showing her desire, Kyung Soo was. She felt his eyes burning her skin. She wanted to feel those eyes all over her skin. She moved her hands to her back, unclasping her bra, and before the garment even hit the floor, Kyung Soo was already sucking the skin of her right breast. She moaned loudly, arched her back and grabbed a hand full of his hair. His hand gripped her harshly but his lips were soft and moved slowly over her breast. He brushed her hair aside and sank his face in her neck, but didn’t feel his lips on her. He had stopped “Can I?” He asked, his lips brushing her earlobe. She had absolutely no idea what he was asking permission for. It was clear they were going to have sex, she had already agreed on that, quite easily. They were already half-naked also. So she asked him what he wanted “Let me leave a mark” His voice vibrated from her neck down the length of her body. She wanted to shout at him, do whatever you want to me! but she refrained to whisper a yes. After that, Kyung Soo’s lips stopped being soft, and they sucked every patch of skin he found and his teeth bit down here and there, not hard to hurt but enough to burn. His kisses were different too. His tongue was very much involved now, and it was wonderful. The kisses were deep, possessive, filthy. She began moaning and his hands showed her he really enjoyed that. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her to the bed. He crawled on top of her, kissing her the entire time, and didn’t stop until she was finally laying in bed. His lips kept devouring her skin. From her lips to her waist, up and down. Her favorite was when he would stop at one of her breasts and his lips would capture the tip as his hand caressed the other breast. She showed her pleasure in different ways, moaning, caressing and scratching his back and neck or rubbing her leg against his erection. Her breath was deep and fast and she allowed herself to be loud since her neighbor was away on vacation. The heat inside her started to grow and she needed more now. Kyung Soo sat up straddling her legs and grabbed the girdle of her jeans, touching her skin playfully. She wiggled her hips, hurrying him up. He smirked at her and with quick fingers undo her jeans. He pulled them down with such force that she could have fell butt first on the floor. They laughed as she rearranged herself on top of the bed and he threw her pants across the room. She panicked a little bit when he removed his pants and saw his hard member through his boxers. He joined her on the bed, grinning and kissing her just as his crutch rubbed against her. She showed her appreciation vocally. He began rolling his body against hers and she cradled him between her legs to intensify the sensations. Their moans blended into their kiss. Every time he tugged her lower lip between his teeth, she would lift her hips rubbing his hard-on. So he would repeat his action to get her reaction. They remained playing like that for a while until she ran out of patience. Her fingers traveled from his shoulders down to his back until she reached the edge of his boxers. Her touch made him groan and helpfully he took care of his underwear and hers.

She really wanted to touch him. Get him ready for what was about to happen, but he had a better idea. Kyung Soo knelled next to her bed, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He dropped some open mouth kisses on her thighs and tummy locking eyes with her. There was some shine between his eyebrows, his cheeks were pink and his lips looked somehow bigger. He was a sight to be seen. She knew what he wanted to do, but he was drawing out the situation way too much “Are you waiting for my permission or something? you know you don’t need it” He giggled adorably and dropped another kiss on her inner thigh “I’m just appreciating the view, I can tell you eat well” “What do you mean?” She knew what he meant. How dare he say that “You are so soft” He said, nuzzling her hip “Oh, you meant that, you like it?” “I do, you are beautiful” He must have seen the surprise in her eyes, he grinned and tugged her body closer placing a kiss on her mount “So I don’t need permission?” “No, you can do whatever you want with me” She made sure to burn in her memory his eyes at that exact second, and how they made her feel “Bad idea” He whispered, as he gave the first lick and closed his eyes in pleasure. She knew she was insanely wet and was glad that he knew how to appreciate that. His lips attached to her immediately, sucking vigorously making her lose control of her body. Her hands were touching herself, then him, then grabbing her bedspread and then repeat. Her thighs were clenching his head, she worried, in the beginning, not hurt him, but it didn’t last long. Her mind wasn’t strong enough to think about more than him giving her oral. She gasped loudly as he slipped his finger inside of her, moving them slowly in and out of her. First, it was invasive, she tensed immediately, but after he gave her a perfect lick, she completely relaxed, and she was sure he noticed. She moaned and groaned with every movement. In general, she had a short wick, but now it was too much. She called his name a couple of times, alerting him, but he didn’t stop. She grabbed his head repeating his warning, and only then he stopped “I heard you, why you want me to stop? You said I can do whatever I want, I want you to come in my mouth” He didn’t even look away to say that. Apparently shyness wasn’t part of his language “Already?” He nodded and resumed his favors. After some seconds, she felt the familiar sensation of her orgasm taking over her body. His name was interrupted by a long moan as her body jerked. She placed her palm around his neck and pulled him up to kiss his lips. They were both smiling in the kiss. She was soothed and he was probably quite glad of his accomplishment. They exchanged some stares, some questions, making sure how they were both doing. And after he could corroborate she was ready for more, he graved her calves and bend her legs over her chest, attacking her bum. It was ticklish and electrifying, he bit and sucked the back of her thighs, sucked her clit and then moved to her other thigh. He turned her around and rested his body on top of her, biting her earlobe, kissing her neck and down her back until he reached her butt. He positioned her on her knees and grabbed her butt cheeks kissing them again. She felt his fingers on her clit again, and it felt like a small torture, he was planning on making her work for it or something? Then he attached his mouth to her again, giving her a slow lick, working on her entrance for a little while. She had to call him on that. Her little heart was going to explode “What do you want me to do?” He moved up and whispered against her hear “Fuck me” It couldn’t be simpler than that “If you want me to fuck you, you have to give me a condom” She turned her neck as much as he could so she could look at him “You are not carrying one?” She was honestly shocked and worried “What? I wasn’t planning on having sex tonight, I only came to visit an old friend” “And I appeared” “Yes” “What If I don’t have a condom” She asked cheekily “I doubt it, but we will have to settle with me only using my fingers…we could work it out” “Oh my god” She hid her face on the bedcover. He was exasperating. He had an answer for everything once he was pumped with confidence. Again she felt like she could love him. “There’s a box in the bathroom, on the cabinet, bring a couple” “A couple?” “Yeah, I have big hopes for you” He dropped a kiss on her lower back and got up laughing. He had no trouble finding them, which was weird for a guy, and came back straight to his duty. He turned her around again and got in on the bed on top of her “I brought two as you said” “Great, but before you put it on, I want to do something” He looked around nervously, stuttering a bit “Are you…you want to…” “Give you a blowjob? yeah” She could be shameless too “Oh…well, you see, If you do that I’m going to come immediately, let’s save it for later” She was a tiny bit disappointed, but the promise of later gave her a good feeling. He was planning on staying for a while, maybe the entire night, or what was left of it. He smiled at her and without a word spread her legs, positioned himself between them. After all the foreplay, Kyung Soo didn’t take any shortcuts, supporting his body with his hands on the bed and with the guidance of her hands, she felt the head of his member slowly entering her. She bit down her lip to control the sight of relief she released. When he was fully inside of her he waited a little for her to get accustomed to him and then slowly started to move. It burned, a good burn and she could risk saying that his soft grunts were better than his singing voice. She trapped him between her legs, she knew he liked that. He was in his element, and she was part of it. And she wanted to add to it. She arranged her hips so he could go deeper. But he stopped his movements, cursing loudly and sitting upright “What?! What happened?” He looked in pain and kept grabbing the right side of his waist “My hip, I got a cramp” He kept rubbing his right side profusely, a grimace of pain in his face. She kneeled in front of him caressing his thigh, not sure how to help him. His frown relaxed and he sighed when the pain was gone. They looked at each other in silence for a couple of seconds. She giggled first and he followed. The giggles turned into laughter, the kind of laughs that hurt your cheeks “Is the moment gone?” She asked cleaning her tears “No, of course not, look at me, still ready, let's change positions though” She did what he said looking between his legs, and yes, he was still ready “My pleasure” She sat on her knees and held on his shoulder, her other hand wrapped around his cock. Fucking finally. She rubbed him leisurely and he closed his eyes, tilting his head back. His neck was exposed, and she really wanted to bite him, but that couldn’t be right. Someone could see it, so she settled for a lick and a kiss. He moaned, caressing her thighs, encouraging her “You are on charge, what do you want me to do?” She whispered against his ear, biting his earlobe “Ride me” Ah yes, her favorite. He rested a hand on her back supporting her as she rearranged herself on top of him and allowed her to accommodate herself before lifting his hips. She could still feel his hand on her back, enjoying how reassuring it felt. His other hand went to her nape, bringing her face closer so he could rest his forehead against hers. His whispered words were supportive and inflated her ego. His eyes were warm, gentle and irresistible. His desire was shining from his eyes and she knew he could see the same on hers “Keep moving like that” He told her, caressing her neck and kissing her slowly, leading her pace with his tongue. She groaned, if she had to choose something from this night it would be his deep, full kisses. She wiggled her hips, trying to feel him even deeper and her arms circled around his neck. She pulled him closer to her chest, wanting one thing. He looked at her, sliding his hands up her sides, under her armpits and back to her shoulder blades, and with a strong grip he brought her chest to his mouth. His lips circled one of her nipples perfectly, sucking on it, his soft tongue brushing over it slowly and tortuously. She was hypnotized not only by the feeling but also by the image. His lips, eyes, cheeks. His rushed breathing and the grip of his arms. These were all things she wanted to remember, so her from the future had something to remember whenever she felt unhappy. He let go of her with a soft pop and met her eyes. She smiled at him and he pouted, grunting softly as he stretched his neck moving closer to her. He wanted a kiss. But how could he be so cute when asking for one? It felt unfair. She gave him want he wanted, and his hands kept busy as his thumbs started to play with the tip of her breasts making her moan and whine into his mouth “Perfect” He said, letting go of her lips to look at her. He caressed her lips with his thumb, and then moved down his hand over her neck, between her breast, caressing her belly from one side to the other and then stopped between her legs drawing circles on her clit “Perfect” He repeated looking at her liking his lips his mouth slightly open. She was already feeling her orgasm close, and she wanted to feel it. And she wanted to feel it with him, at the same time, although it was a bit greedy. She began to make good use of her muscles, softly contracting them around him, as her hips began to move with skill. He reacted immediately, biting her lower lip and grabbing her thighs. He asked for more, faster. And she obeyed. Their breathings were more and more irregular. Her hands held his head, fingers brushing through his soft hair. She called his name a few times in between loud moans, and whenever she did it, Kyung Soo would lift his hips as much as he could, increasing her bliss. There was a moment of desperation where she didn’t know what to do with herself, hug him? kiss him? crush him between her arms? grab his face, neck, shoulders? She wanted to do all that. She liked this so much, she was feeling this so much. It was maddening. Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar heat spreading over her body. An overwhelming feeling of joy and loss of gravity. His arms encircled her waist with a wild force and she hugged him by the shoulders with the little strength she had left. He came with a grunt, and their bodies tensed at the same time. This orgasm was stronger than the one before. So much stronger and violent. Her spine tingled and a massive euphoric feeling took over her body. The wave moved up and down her body for a sprint of seconds. But it took her some minutes to calm down. They were still connected in a tight, tight embrace, panting, riding it out. She kissed him on his neck making him shiver and he nibbled anywhere his lips wanted. They let go of each other slowly. She was unable to meet his eyes, feeling vulnerable and a bit scared of god knows what, but he insisted, pulling her chin up. He was smiling at her, his eyes glowing “Can I stay?” Her voice was nowhere to be found so she only nodded and he cradled her on his arms moving her from his lap to his side. She was glad because her ability to move had left with her voice. He went out of bed, to get rid of the condom she suspected and came back quickly, laying down next to her. She closed her eyes, squeezing the last bits of satisfaction her orgasm gave her. Stretching her limbs, fondling her chest, whimpering softly, closing and opening her legs, rubbing them together “That’s a nice view” He commented, resting his head on her shoulder and passing a leg over hers. She wasn’t surprised to realize that he wanted cuddles after sex. His breathing hadn’t normalized yet, and he felt hot and damp against her. An overall great feeling “How are you feeling?” She could hear some hesitation in his voice, a bit of shyness too. She breathed in and out a couple of times, organizing her thoughts and finding her voice again “I’m feeling very good, you?” “Amazing” She turned around, facing him. He looked as he felt then, she thought. It was so hard to look away, to fight the need to touch him and hold him. It was so hard to fight the burning need of going for a second round. But why did she had to fight it? He wanted to stay. He wanted her as she wanted him. He trusted her enough to let his guard down and sleep with her, share a bed with her. So why fight it, when maybe he was feeling the same? He was looking at her the same way she was looking at him and he was seeking her touch too. The intentions were clear. She stopped fighting. She reached for his cheek, caressing his flushed skin, then his lips stopping there for a second. Her hand went down his neck, his round shoulder. His chest and stomach contracted to her touch and when her fingers reached his dick, he closed his eyes, releasing a long, shivering sigh. She felt so powerful “Oh fuck here we go again” He cleared his throat, fighting a smile “Now is your turn, do whatever you want”. A fuzzy feeling washed over her body. “Bad idea” She quoted him.

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The ring of a phone woke her up. She was sure it wasn’t hers. It had to be Kyung Soo’s. As his name sounded on her head she felt a strange feeling, like a warning. She pretended she was still asleep. She felt his left arm clenching her waist as his other arm reached for his phone. He picked up, and the sound of his voice made her long for him again “No, I’m at a friend’s house” He answered, pulling her closer to his body “Ok, ok I’m on my way, ok, I will send you my location, I will wait for the taxi at the corner, ok, bye” He hung up and grunted in frustration against her nape “I don’t want to leave” He whispered bitterly “Are you awake?” She remained quiet, still, careful to control her breathing “I guess no” He whispered again, hugging her. She wanted to shout, to turn around, face him and not let him go. She wished he was a bit more daring, so he would wake her up with his kisses prompting her to beg him to stay. But she knew they wouldn’t do any of that. Kyung Soo got up from bed, went to the bathroom and then got dresses. She could only hear him, scared to open her eyes. He sat next to her and called her name, but she didn’t answer. He squeezed her hand and then got up. She was focusing on every sound he made so she could tell when he left, but he was staling at her living room, doing something. Some minutes passed until she could hear her front door close. She waited a couple of minutes before getting up. She walked to the living room with some difficulty, curious to see what he was doing. The container with miso she prepared for him was gone and on its place was his black cap. She grabbed it bringing it to her chest and under it, there was a note. -Thank you- And under those two words, his phone number.

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Her meeting at the food magazine, where she did freelance work, had just finished when she got a call from a colleague asking her to cover him in one of his classes “It's an advanced class, you only have to answer questions, we are going over some dishes that are included in the exam” “Sure, don’t worry, I’ll be there” He thanked her profusely and sent the details of the class. The institute was known to her. She worked there for a year until she realized freelancing was more enjoyable for her. She arrived an hour earlier to great everybody and prepare herself for the class. She arranged everything they were going to use, put on her apron and got ready to receive her student. She checked the list of six students so she could be familiarized with their names. Her body went cold when she reached the third name. Do Kyung Soo. She cursed loudly, and her brain began preparing different ways to get out of the situation when someone opened the door of the room. Her first student. At it was him. Of course. He called her name softly, as taken aback as she was. His face was in complete shock and he didn’t move from the door until another student arrived “Kyung Soo, get in, what happened? Oh! Our new teacher, we were informed that for today we were going to have a replacement, good afternoon” She was able to relax when this other student came to greet her. The rest of the class arrived immediately after them and they all went to their stations. Kyung Soo’s was on the front, and as she introduced herself to the class he kept looking at her. He wasn’t happy. It was a two-hour class, but it felt like an eternity. She answered all their questions, enjoyed their company too. It was a very good group. But her back and neck were tensed the entire time. Kyung Soo didn’t ask a thing. He only spoke to her went he offered a slice of the roasted pork he prepared. He asked her what she thought. It was perfect. She didn’t have anything else to say. He thanked her and went back to his station. Everybody left after cleaning their station. Except for him. She was writing down the register of the class when he called her name “You have another class after this?” “No” Then there was silence as they kept looking at each other “I'm sorry” They said at the same time. The scene made laugh the both of them, breaking the tension. Some of it “I didn't know you took classes here If I knew I…I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable” “When our teacher sent us your name I was hoping it was you and not just a coincidence” She couldn’t answer. He chuckled bitterly and grabbed his bag, walking to her station. He looked so serious, but his eyes had a hint of sadness. She knew she was the one to blame for it “Why did you say sorry?” She asked him “I was very cold to you just know” She chuckled too, he was acting like that on purpose. She couldn’t blame him though “Why... Why did you pretend that you were asleep that morning?” She didn’t answer, didn’t know how to. Her shame made her look down at her hands “I could tell you were awake” He followed, taking a step closer. She took a deep breath scratching the back of her neck out of nervousness “Remember what I told you about you being unfair?” “About you having feelings and me just having a one-night stand?” She nodded “Well, I pretended I was still asleep because I was taking care of myself” She looked up, feeling slightly braver now she was opening up. He wasn’t serious anymore. His face looked calmer now, no more coldness. Still sadness though “I can understand that... In fact, I thought that was the reason, but what about my number? I left my number and my hat and you didn't call” “No, I didn't” “I left my cap so you could have an excuse to call me, I left my number so you could now I was interested in... Keep in touch” She smiled at him, slightly amused. He had really thought about, planned the entire thing. And also he was speaking so much and looking so vulnerable “I'm sorry... I think I'm not that brave” “It’s just that? Braveness?” “I couldn't, I... I didn't even know what to say” He took one more step and now was standing in front of her, arms reach “I thought you weren't interested” There it was again, the sad undertone. Again, she felt the necessity to be as honest as he was. It was what he deserved “I am, Are you?” “Very” “Oh, after one night?” He nodded briefly “Did you...did you enjoyed our time together?” “So much Kyung Soo, I enjoyed so much, it was so comfortable and exciting and so much fun!” She finished with a nervous laugh, and he laughed with her “It was so much fun!...I really enjoyed our night” She loved how he called it. Our night “But for me is simple, I don’t risk anything, but you Kyung Soo” He reached for her hand, squeezing it like that morning before he left “I can make it work, I want to make it work…that night was, I just…It is so hard for me to…you know” “I know” “And with you it was immediate, you clinked your glass with mine, looking at me in the eye, and I was gone” She couldn’t avoid feel so incredibly full of herself “Several times I wanted to go to your house, but I thought it would be disrespectful, I left my number at your place because it was your decision, I know what being with me could do to you” She cleared her throat, anxious by the meaning of his words “So you want to keep developing that feeling of frien…” He interrupted her sounding a bit exasperated “I want to date you” She gasped covering her mouth, honestly surprised. It never went through her head that he had that intention in mind. She thought he wanted a friend, a friend with benefits maybe. Not a girlfriend “I…are you sure?” He nodded quickly, almost drooping his glasses. He arranged them, pushing them up with his left hand, such a familiar and adorable move. And that move sealed the deal for her “I will like that…all you said Kyung Soo, I felt it too, and I thought it was because I felt like I knew you…but I've been thinking that’s more than familiarity” “It’s more than that, for sure” She looked at their linked hands and squeezed back. She felt him relax “You know if there are cameras in here?” She was confused by his question and looked around them searching for context “No, there aren't, I think it goes against the law” She felt his other hand on her lower back, bringing her closer to him “I’m going to kiss you then” He dropped a soft kiss on her lips, and moved back, looking at her reaction. How else was she going to react if not moving forward catching his lips, kissing him as she knew he liked it. Lustily, meaningfully. And the kiss he gave her was just the same. Whenever they moved apart with the intention of being mature and take this to a private and safer place, they would resume the kiss. It was clear for her that the week she spent wondering if she should call him, missing him, thinking about him was as hard for her as it was for him. She decided to be the responsible adult and gave him one last kiss taking some distance. Her hands couldn’t leave him though “Oh God, this is gonna bring us so much trouble” She said hugging him. He giggled sweetly, hugging her back, nestling his head on her neck. They stayed like that for a long minute until she felt him go stiff, his shoulders filled with tension “Before we move forward I have to tell you something” She grabbed his arms pulling herself away from him, defensive “What is it?” “I'm starting my service on July” She gasped almost theatrically, taking a big amount of air so she could curse him as he deserved it. “Son of a...” He stopped her with another kiss, holding her averting arms. She gave up slowly. For now. She would show him later.

THE END

Notes: Thanks to Brad Leoni from BA for all the fermentation talk.

This story is a little pleasure that I gave to myself. Hope you all enjoyed it as I enjoyed writing it.

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Our One and Only | 07

a/n: oof the long awaited chapter 7 of our one and only! i apologize for the late update, i just was not feeling motivated or inspired to continue this story. but recently i found some and i got this done!

word count: 3.4k+

genre: idol!verse, hybrid!au, soulmate!au, angst, fluff

warnings: drug use, marijuana, fist fights aye, language

The only sounds that could be heard were the occasional shuffling, everyone’s soft breathing, and the purring coming from Jimin. Your hand was loosely running through his soft locks, delicately untangling the knots, waiting for one of the hybrids to explain their past. Taking in your surroundings, you noticed those who haven't spoken of their past avoided your eyes, as if they were embarrassed and that you would judge them.

“You guys...do know I would never judge you, right?” you asked them, voice hesitant, not knowing if you wanted to know the answer. When the guys didn’t answer you, you chewed on your lower lip and furrowed your eyebrows. Did they really think you’d see them differently…?

Namjoon abruptly got up from his seat, startling everyone in the room, ran his hand nervously through his bangs, his ears flattening atop his head, and spoke, “D-does anyone want anything to drink? I’ll get us some water or s-something.” Before anyone could say anything, he briskly walked into your kitchen, cutting the conversation short. Your shoulders and head dropped, feeling as if you had messed things up between you and the hybrid.

A whine from your left made you look over, catching Jimin's eyes as you did so. He was watching you with sadness, picking up on the change in your pheromones. You gave him a smile, albeit small, and glanced around the room to see Jin standing up. Cocking your head to the side, you gave him a questioning look to which he just gave you a reassuring smile. A few minutes passed by, you continuing to pet the cat hybrid’s ears and the others sitting there in silence. Just as you were about to speak, Namjoon and Seokjin walked back into the room. The elder kept a hand on the back of the younger one, making sure he wouldn’t try and run away again.

“I guess it’s my turn to tell you where I came from…” Namjoon trailed off before going into his past.

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As Jason was rolling a blunt, he yelled for Namjoon, “Get over here you filthy mutt!” The wolf hybrid held back a snarl, knowing it would just end up with him getting beaten. Stalking towards the man, Namjoon put on a blank face, keeping all of his emotions hidden.

“Yes, sir?” Namjoon quietly asked, keeping his stare on the floor. He was taught to never look someone in the eyes. Otherwise the consequences wouldn’t be pretty.

The drug dealer took a hit before exhaling all the smoke, “I want you to go pick up my next order from the docks.” He handed the hybrid a wad of cash, telling him, “Now go. Get out of my sight.” Internally sighing, Namjoon obediently nodded his head and left.

Walking through the dark alleys, the wolf’s ears twitched at every sound, eyes surveying the area for any danger. As he got closer to the meeting spot he thought of ways to leave this life. He had already tried escaping his owner’s house but that didn’t end well. One of the gang members had spotted him and shot him in the leg to stop him. Since he was trying to climb down from the window, he fell from the second floor. The member had dragged him back inside where he got the worst beating he had ever experienced. He could always try and just leave now, but he knew his owner had sent someone to trail after him and make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. The footsteps behind him and the slightly familiar scent told him that much.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of some grubby man. A rough voice broke him from his thoughts, “Do you have the money?” Namjoon nodded, handing it over and taking the duffel bag full of illegal drugs. He felt uncomfortable, hating how he had to be the one to handle them.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a bunch of sirens sounded off, red and blue lights flashing. The bright lights caused him to squint his eyes, watching as multiple officers came out of the cars, guns held high. Fear paralyzed Namjoon as everyone else ran off, trying to not get caught by the police.

A kind officer walked closer, noticing how the hybrid had bruises and cuts littering his skin. His voice was soft and soothing, “Are you okay?” The wolf whimpered, dropping the bag and backing away. The man stopped where he was and put his hands up, “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now.” Somehow, the policeman knew he hadn’t wanted to do any of this, and that calmed Namjoon enough to allow him to put him in the back of the cop car.

The man, who introduced himself as Officer Lee, took him back to the station where they let him clean himself. When he found out everything the wolf’s owner had made him do, Officer Lee and his coworkers went and arrested Jason. He then decided to adopt Namjoon, helping him get better and helping him achieve his dream.

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“I understand if you hate me and don’t want to be friends anymore,” Namjoon cowered into himself, tears falling from his eyes. You quickly got up and went over to him, pulling him into a loving embrace and petting his ears. His bushy tail slowly unwound from his waist and wrapped it around yours.

With tears of your own, you mumbled into his hair, “I could never hate you Joon. You’re so strong and brave.” You cooed as he sniffled and snuggled closer into your arms. Jin smiled sadly, before speaking up.

“Time to tell my past, hm?”

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“Do you know what species you want?” The employee, Hyun-Soo, asked as he led a woman and man through a door. All types of hybrids were running around the small yard, both young and old.

The two gently smiled at the playing children as they followed the worker. The male was the one to answer, “No, it doesn’t matter to us as long as we can give someone a happy life.” Hyun-Soo hummed, grinning as a little girl with fox ears ran up to them. She waved excitedly before running off to play with her friends.

“Well, we have foxes, wolves, alpacas, lions,” Hyun-Soo started to list off all the hybrids they currently had, but the female had stopped listening, instead staring at a young boy, who looked to be seven, sit all by himself. He had a sad expression as he watched the others interact with each other. The sight caused her to frown, not understanding why he wasn’t with the other hybrids, and she voiced this.

She pointed over to the small boy, “Why is he all alone?” Hyun-Soo and her husband looked over to see what she was talking about.

“Ah that’s Seokjin,” The shelter worker said, his voice holding sorrow. He sighed, “He’s a hamster hybrid and the only one here. The other children prefer to be with those of their species, so he’s always alone.”

The male looked over at his wife, saw her saddened eyes, and asked, “Can we meet him?” Hyun-Soo grinned and took them over to the little boy. The child looked up with eyes filled with wonder as all three adults kneeled next to him.

“Seokjin, this is Mr. and Mrs. Kim. They want to chat with you, is that okay?’ Hyun-Soo softly asked him, getting a small nod in response. The worker left the three to talk, going over to mess around with some squirrel hybrids.

Mrs. Kim smiled gently and took a seat next to Seokjin, “Hello, Seokjin. How old are you?” The boy held up seven fingers, looking at them shyly. The two humans continued asking Seokjin questions about himself, trying to get to know the young boy. They ask one final question as they stand up, “Seokjin, honey, do you want to come home with us?”

“Really? Can I?” the hamster exclaimed in shock, eyes big and hopeful. When they both smiled and nodded, Seokjin grinned and hugged them tightly.

--0--0--0--

“Seokjin-ah! Come down here, please!”

The 20 year old hybrid came bounding down the steps, stopping in the living room where both his parents were sitting on the couch. In his mother’s hands was a white, thick envelope. With his sharp eye sight, he could faintly see his full name as well as the logo for BigHit Entertainment. His heart stopped, eyes widening in recognition.

He slowly made his way to them, his voice shaky as he asked, “Is..is that…” Seokjin trailed off, his nerves preventing him from continuing. His father gave him a reassuring nod and smile as his mom handed him the envelope. His fingers shook as he tore it open and took out the letter. Quickly reading through its contents, he dropped it and covered his mouth as his eyes began watering.

“What did it say, sweetie?” Mrs. Kim’s tender voice caused the first tear to fall.

Seokjin choked out a laugh, “I got in. They liked my audition! They want me to join!” His parents beamed and brought him into a group hug, congratulating him and expressing how proud they were.

--0--0--0--

“I didn’t have a hard time like the others, but that’s my past,” Seokjin mumbled and leaned back in his seat. The two hybrids that have yet to explain their life looked at each other, trying to decide who should speak next by having a conversation through their eyes. The red fox hybrid pouted in defeat before straightening and wringing his hands out nervously.

Before Taehyung can even begin explaining his past, you can hear the code to your front door being punched in. The hybrids became frigid and their tails moved in annoyance. Confused as to who it could be, you shifted uneasily. Jimin placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side protectively. Eyes widening in realization, the only person you remember telling the code to was Hyuk, you watched as said man walked through the door.

He went to move closer, though decided not to when a growl sounded, “Y/n…” The way he said your name, desperation thick in his voice, caused your heart to clench. Even though he was an asshole, you still hated to see him almost breaking down.

“Hyuk, leave,” you said, rising from your seat and making your way towards him, your friends following your lead. He glared at the hybrids behind you, his eyes softening into a pleading look when they met yours. Taking a closer look, you noticed how dead his eyes looked, the redness surrounding them shocking you.

He stuck his hand out, as if to reach for you, but stopped halfway, his voice quiet, “Baby, please, can we just talk?” Ignoring the growls coming from the seven men, you took one last step and finally reached him. You didn’t want to appear weak or afraid, no, you wanted to seem strong, like the break up hadn’t hurt you. Which to be fair, you honestly hadn’t suffered much, slowly losing your feelings towards Hyuk the minute you met the seven member group. Which was still confusing to you, but you could dwell on that later.

“Hyuk, you said we were through,” trying to be calm to compensate for the others, you kept your voice even and peaceful, “There’s nothing to talk about.” The maknaes had triumphant grins while the hyung line were smirking, though their expressions were wiped away into snarls when they heard the words that fell from your ex-lover.

Tears blurred Hyuk’s vision, resulting in him looking pitiful, and his voice broke in between words, “Baby, I didn’t mean anything I said. It was all in the moment! I was hurt that you would rather go after the pe- him than stay with me, your boyfriend.” One of the hybrids, the voice sounded an awful lot like Namjoon’s, corrected him with a quiet ‘ex-boyfriend’. Said man glared at the wolf hybrid while scoffing, “Excuse me?”

“He said, ex-boyfriend, meaning you’re not her boyfriend anymore. She doesn’t need you,” Jungkook said, his tone full of confidence as he moved so he was standing right next to you. Jimin followed his lead, grasping your hand tightly in his when he was by your side.

Seeing what Jimin had done, Hyuk sneered at him, “Let go of her fucking hand or else.” Eyes widening, you gripped the cat hybrid’s hand tighter, afraid of what would happen next. Jimin gave your fingers a short squeeze, giving you a reassuring smile before turning to face Hyuk with a blank stare.

“Or else what?” Jimin questioned him, raising an eyebrow to further provoke the man. He knew he shouldn’t irritate him, especially not in front of you, but he really couldn’t stop himself. Maybe it was in his instincts, to protect his mate and get rid of any threats, or maybe it was just because he was tired of this guy acting like he was some hot shit that could do whatever he wanted and get whatever he wanted.

Hyuk balled his hands into fists, his jaw taut with anger, “Or else I’ll fucking remind you where you belong, you filthy pet. That’s all you are. You’re a pathetic little animal that should only be used as a sla-” Before he could finish his speech, Jimin had pounced on him, claws extracted and growls rumbling from his chest. You screamed in horror as you helplessly watched Jimin throw punches at your ex, yelling at him to stop. When he didn’t, you sought help from the other men in the room.

Glaring at the other hybrids through your tears, you begged them to do something, “Please, stop him!” Finally coming to their senses, Jin, Hoseok and Jungkook rushed towards the pair on the floor. Looking back to the scene, you saw Hyuk was now on top of Jimin, hitting him over and over. Jin grabbed him off of the small man, holding his arms behind his back, while Hoseok and Jungkook made sure Jimin didn’t go after Hyuk.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” Jimin snarled, spit flying from his mouth as he continued to struggle out of his friend’s hold. You sobbed at his words and turned away from the sight before you, hiding your face in Yoongi’s chest as he hugged you, his tail around your waist. He mumbled gentle words to you and placed kisses on the top of your head, effectively calming you down.

Namjoon stepped forward, his alpha presence making Jimin whine and finally stop fighting his friend’s grip, his tail lowering between his legs and ears pinned to his head. “Jimin, enough. You’re scaring her.” Namjoon’s comment made the cat hybrid whimper and try to get to you, though Hoseok and Jungkook wouldn’t let him. The wolf Hybrid glared at Hyuk, his words coming out in a slight growl, “As for you, I think it’s best you leave.” Hyuk was about to protest, but when the others growled threateningly at him, he scoffed and left without a word.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Jimin sniffed and rubbed his eyes, “I didn’t mean to lose control.”

Pulling away from the panther, you fling your arms around Jimin, “I was so worried about you.” He whined and hugged you closer to him, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. The smell of vanilla and roses calming him down. He placed a peck on your pulse and leaned away from you to stare at you, eyes filled with love and sorrow.

The two of you start to lean in, but before your lips can meet, the sound of someone’s stomach growling breaks you apart. Looking around, you notice they’re all staring at you with amusement. Right as you’re about to ask them why they’re staring at you, your stomach growls louder, causing your cheeks to redden. Oh... it was my stomach, you thought.

“How about we order some takeout? We didn’t really get to eat our dinner…” Jin trailed off, hating how he brought up what everyone wanted to forget. It was silent until Hoseok walked past you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek, stating he would order some food.

Jungkook hopped up and down and then ran to the couch, “I call choosing the movie!” You giggled as Jimin pulled you along with him, tugging you down in between him and the bunny hybrid.

All eight of you spent the next two hours eating and watching movies. By the time the second one was ending, you were falling asleep, your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. All of the hybrids cooed as you mumbled in your sleep and cuddled closer to the young man. Jungkook blushed as he felt your hot breath hitting his neck, shivers down his spine. Taehyung walked over and carefully lifted you up, carrying you to your bedroom. Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin followed, huddling up to you when the fox placed you in the middle.

“Yah, Y/n-ah! Come on! Before they catch us!”

Giggles tumbled past your lips as you ran behind Jimin, squealing when strong arms grabbed you around the waist. Jungkook’s laughs sounded in your ears, cheeks blushing when you felt your face being smothered in kisses from the man. “Kookie! Lemme go!”

The bunny squeezed you tighter against his chest and yelled out, “Never! You’re mine now!” Laughter rang through the air as he started to tickle you. Struggling to escape his grasp, you didn’t notice Taehyung creeping up behind you with a bright grin. Until he was pressed up against your back, tail wrapping around your right thigh, his fingers trailing up your sides and tickling you with his friend.

“I’ll save you jagi!” Jimin screeched, running full speed towards the three of you. When he got close enough, he tackled Taehyung off of you. Out of nowhere, Hoseok appeared and stole you from the bunny hybrid, standing in front of you protectively and growling playfully.

Cold hands gripped your wrist and spun you to face them. There, standing extremely close, was Yoongi. His eyes were sparkling as his face neared yours. Your breath hitched and your eyes glanced down to see his own rosey lips. He licked them, smirking when your pupils dilated even more. Leaning in, you closed your eyes just as your lips tou-

Jolting awake, you looked to your right, seeing Hoseok cuddled into your side his tail tickling your thigh as it swayed every so often, with Yoongi cuddling him from behind, his tail wrapped tightly around your wrist. Turning your head to the left, you saw Jimin cuddled with Jin. Not seeing the rest of the boys, you untangle yourself from the hybrids and left the room. You could hear purring coming from one of the guest rooms next to yours, and looked in to see Jungkook and Taehyung cuddling, fast asleep. Walking further down the hall, you saw a faint light coming from the kitchen. Quietly stepping inside the room, you saw Namjoon sat at the table, just staring at it absentmindedly.

“Joonie?” you asked, voice soft so you don’t startle him. He looked up at you and motioned you to take the seat next to him. When you get close, he tugs you to sit on his lap, tail wrapped protectively around your waist.

He nuzzled into your neck, licking it a little and scenting you. The feeling of his tongue caused shivers to run down your spine. Namjoon smirked, “What are you doing up baby girl? Couldn’t sleep?” Nodding, you rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his warm embrace.

“Can I ask you a question?” you slurred, sleep gradually creeping up on you. He hummed, giving you permission to continue. Looking up at him, you softly wondered, “Why do I feel so connected to you guys? Even though I’ve only known you for a short time?”

The hybrid below you became tense, tail tightening around you and ears twitching. It was silent for a few moments and for a second you didn’t think he would answer you. Namjoon pecked your forehead, “I think that’s something we should talk about when everyone is present. Let’s head back to bed, shall we?”

Knowing you weren’t going to get anything else out of him, you allowed him to guide you to the other guest room where you huddled close to him. The warmth emitting from his body lulling you to sleep.

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36: Half Full (Joe Mazzello x Y/N)

A/N: 36-year-old teacher Y/N seeks the right man with whom to start a family. One day while working as a camp administrator, she shares a mutual attraction with the uncle of one of her favorite young campers. Could her dream become a reality or will old fears prevent her from taking a risk? This is Y/N’s perspective of my story 36: Reset, in which Joe Mazzello, also eager to start a family, meets Y/N while caring for his nieces. Joe’s family members are written as fictional characters. This story is dedicated to my mother, who strives to keep the glass half full and reminds me to do the same.

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Y/N opened her eyes and followed the morning sunlight fanning across the floor. She palmed her phone on the side table, then flipped onto her back and brought up her Notes for the day. She took in the mundane reminders about camper pick-ups and staff time sheets and focused on the day’s big event: a reunion with her eight college friends. The tight group remained close in their 20’s. Now, a decade later, it was harder to stay connected as their lives splayed in different directions, as evidenced by the reason for tonight’s festivities: Vanessa’s engagement and Ashley’s pregnancy.

She looked forward to celebrating with her friends. Yet, Y/N couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling that her dreams, those dreams, seemed unattainable. A wall had been erected within her from a past experience, creating a barrier. That inner turmoil, however, was countered by her day-to-day reality. Y/N was a woman with full life: a passionate educator, an art enthusiast and a skilled improv performer. What she longed for most was missing: a loving husband and children. For now, Camp Administrator extraordinaire would have to do. To that end, she rolled out of bed and slipped into a pressed shirt, capri pants and sneakers.

Her carefully folded sundress and her favorite strappy sandals for the evening joined lunch, water bottle and phone in her backpack. She stepped outside to greet the humid day. Arriving at the YMCA, she locked her backpack and retrieved her clipboard, looping her key lanyard around her neck. Y/N entered the large gym, observing the children with their counselors and eyeing the many pockets of action. She offered greetings while ensuring everything ran smoothly.

Suddenly, a small familiar figure came toward her. A man navigating a stroller followed behind.

“Hi, Jessie,” Y/N greeted one of her favorite campers. Y/N bent down and glanced at the toddler nestled in her stroller. “Hi, Josie,” she said, then rose.

“Hi, Y/N. This is my Uncle Joe.” Jessie’s head tilted up to the slender gentleman with wavy auburn hair, who looked around Y/N’s age. Jessie clutched her uncle’s hand tightly as she elaborated. “He’s taking care of Josie and me while my parents are at Cousin Carol’s wedding this weekend…” Jessie provided a litany of details as Joe and Y/N looked at each other and laughed. When Jessie paused, Joe extended his hand. “I’m Joe, nice to meet you.” Suddenly an item on her morning Notes flashed before her: Jessie, Yellow Group: Joe Mazzello pick up. He seemed so at ease. How lovely that he was caring for the two girls for three days. Not an easy feat. His sister must really trust him. And Jessie certainly seemed fond of him. She smiled at the sweet, attractive man before her. “Hi, Joe.” Joe’s eyes lingered on her.

Y/N shook Joe’s hand and continued, “Your sister wrote saying you’d be helping with the girls. That’s so nice. I’m Y/N/Z, the Assistant Director of the camp. If you need anything please let me know. Jessie is a wonderful camper!” She winked at Jessie who smiled and then spoke to Joe before joining her group. Suddenly, Y/N felt a tap on her arm and turned to speak with a parent, reluctantly losing sight of the handsome man she had just met, who softly uttered “Thanks.” Then, as always, Y/N found herself caught up in the fray. It was her favorite place, really: people coming to her with issues to resolve, questions to answer, laments to be heard.

Y/N caught Joe leaning down to check on Josie who was sitting comfortably in her stroller playing with a toy. She spotted a towel and water toys in the lower basket of the stroller and figured he’d be taking her to the playground for sprinkler fun. Joe spoke to his niece softly and then gave her leg a kiss. It was a natural, loving gesture. Y/N forced her gaze away from him to focus on two counselors who suddenly were speaking before her, but she sensed he was watching her as he strolled away. And just as he reached the exit, she turned and waved to him. “Oh. My. God.,” she thought, catching herself and bringing her hand to her clipboard. Was she flirting with a child’s guardian? What was wrong with her? Before she could further berate herself, Joe waved back with a big smile. It had been awhile since her body had an involuntary reaction to a man. Her heart suddenly started to ramp up like a pole vaulter tearing down the track, gaining speed, preparing to catapult. Yes, she felt like she was flying. Warmth rushed through her and she felt a lightness she couldn’t quite describe.

The day ran smoothly and at 3:00, she took a quick break, heading to the restroom with her make-up bag. Y/N checked herself in the mirror. She looked like she had been running up and down three flights of stairs non-stop, except for a few minutes to down a sandwich, yogurt and fruit, chased by a few swigs of water. That look, though accurate, should be addressed before she saw Joe again, she thought. She reapplied make-up and freshened up. She tucked her bag away in her office and picked up her clipboard. Back in the gym, she took in the quiet activities that signaled the wrap up of the day: board games, crafts and ice pops.

A half hour before camp ended, Joe wheeled Josie into the gym. Y/N appreciated he wasn’t among those who arrived late for pick-up keeping the staff waiting. The man took his responsibilities seriously. Mostly, she was glad to be able to cast her eyes on him again, and hoped for the chance to speak with him.

Joe let a restless Josie out of the stroller, and he followed behind her closely as she walked around. Y/N was impressed that he was mindful about preventing her from getting in the way, or worse, getting hurt. Setting out to make group rounds, Y/N approached them. “Hi, Joe,” Y/N said softly. She bent down to Josie. “Did you have fun in the playground with Uncle Joe?”

“Fun Un JoJo!” Josie responded as she toddled around and clapped her hands.

Y/N laughed and turned to him. “A standing ovation. I’m impressed.”

He chuckled and looked down briefly. “Well, we had fun, but I have to say, it was tiring. And I’m just watching one! Amazing you look so, uh, calm after running the show here.” Joe said admirably, extending his hands in a grand gesture.

“I’m a third-grade teacher so I’m used to it,” Y/N said. “I’m working on my master’s degree so I can be a Principal one day. This gives me good practice,” Y/N offered up some personal information to see if Joe responded. So many guys were so self-involved.

“Wow, that’s really impressive,” Joe said sincerely, eyeing her. His response caused her heart to flutter again. The conversation was cut off as Josie bolted toward her big sister. Joe fell into step close behind her. Y/N made her way across the gym, checking in on groups and finally sidled up next to Jessie, who was embroiled in a game of Chinese Checkers with a counselor. Kneeling on the floor next to the game, Joe unwrapped a watermelon-flavored pop a counselor gave him and offered some to Josie, who eagerly took some bites. The sticky pop started to drip, and Joe took his backpack off and unzipped it with a flourish, retrieving a napkin to wipe her up. “Good reflexes,” Y/N mused.

Jessie glanced at Y/N as her opponent contemplated her move. “Y/N, did you know Uncle Joe is a FAMOUS MOVIE STAR?” she bellowed.

Y/N immediately flashed back to her conversation with Jessie’s mother the prior evening. “Oh, Y/N,” she had said, “Remember, my brother Joe will be picking Jessie up tomorrow. You got my e-mail. You’ll recognize him.” She said with a wink. “He was in Bohemian Rhapsody. And, The Social Network. Bunch of things.”

Back in the present, Y/N played it cool. “Wow, interesting,” she responded evenly. “And he’s a GREAT UNCLE!” she added enthusiastically, trying to steer the conversation to the present, seeing Joe looking down embarrassed.

“Who is successfully making a mess with this pop,” Joe retorted, wiping his mouth with the napkin and giving Josie another wipe, before she took off for the crafts table. Joe rose, his face a shade of crimson, and followed her.

Y/N’s boss signaled the floor was covered, and she took her leave to change. She reemerged wearing her flowery sundress with wide straps and a deep neckline that accentuated her figure. Her elegant sandals gave her shapely legs a nice lift and embodied the ease and comfort of summer. Standing near the doorway, Y/N bid good-bye to families, wishing them a good weekend. Joe walked toward her to retrieve the parked stroller.

“You look…nice,” Joe said haltingly, without any emotion. “Big night out?”

“Thank you.” Her faced flushed. “I’m meeting my college friends. One just got engaged and another is expecting.”

“Lots to celebrate.” Joe said, his taut lips relaxing into a wide smile, seemingly relieved by the answer.

“Yeah,” she said wistfully. “You know, life in the 30’s…”

‘Uh. Yeah,” Joe uttered, his eyes trained on her. Suddenly distracted by his nieces, Joe turned. Squatting to his knees, he spoke quietly but firmly to Jessie. Then he stood and turned to face Y/N. He caught her eye, his face full of intensity. “Y/N,” he said softly, “I was wondering, if, uh, one day, you might want to grab dinner.” She looked at him. And the reality hit her. She could be present, rather than thinking of yesterdays. She could take in the joy she was feeling. She could take the risk. “I’d love that. Let me give you my number.” She hastily wrote it on a paper on her clipboard and gave it to him. She sighed, feeling that inexplicable lightness return. Maybe part of that wall was chipping away.

“Great,” Joe said to Y/N with a smile. “I’ll probably need two days to recover after my sister gets back,” He laughed. “I’ll text you. Maybe we can get together next weekend?”

“That should work,” she said. “Bye...” her voice trailed off, as a counselor interrupted.

“Have fun tonight,” Joe called after her. After a quick check of the stroller buckle, he took off, taking Jessie’s hand. “Bye, Y/N!” Jessie called, turning.

Y/N waved to Jessie, noticing Joe’s nicely filled out cargo shorts and firm biceps extending from his t-shirt, as he headed out the door with his two charges.

*****

The latest Williamsburg bar considered all the rage was dimly lit with modern brass drop fixtures and a plethora of votive candles. The friends gathered on comfy chairs and a couch set in an oval. They held colorful drinks and indulged in the bounty of tantalizing appetizers set out on the tables before them. They toasted Vanessa and Ashley. The years hadn’t changed their easy banter, and their shared jokes and memories transported them back to golden, carefree days. The conversation grew more serious as the friends discussed their present lives.

“What’s going on with you, Y/N?” Vanessa asked eagerly. Her pear-shaped diamond glistened as she raised her mango-infused drink.

“Well, I LOVE working at the camp.” Y/N began. “The kids are great, and this year, we have a dance competition.” She shook her head. “Well, we’re not calling it a competition, cause we want every kid to express themselves. Our dance teacher is a member of the dance company Alvin Ailey II….”

Vanessa cut her off with no qualms. “Yeah, that’s great. Come ON! Get to the good stuff. You seeing anyone?”

Y/N paused. Images of Joe shaking her hand, waving to her, blushing and asking her out flashed, and she felt her heartbeat quicken. “Well actually…just today, the uncle of one of my campers asked me out. He’s really nice and so…handsome.” She knew she was sporting a dreamy expression.

Awkward side glances were exchanged by the friends, who fell into an uncomfortable silence. Y/N looked around at them perplexed.

Vanessa, always one of the boldest among them, cocked her head and spoke. “So…um, is this a sugar daddy situation?” she asked.

“WHAT??” Y/N gasped. She started to laugh so hard her breath suspended for a moment. “OHMYGOD!! What are you thinking?? He’s not, like, YOUR uncle. He’s our age. He’s in his 30’s. The girls dissolved into uproarious laughter, falling into each other.

“Here’s to the 30’s,” Ashley said, through her own laughter, rubbing her curved belly with one hand and raising her cranberry juice with the other.

“To the 30’s,” Y/N said, raising her Cosmo.

*****

Therapy was every other Tuesday at 7:00 p.m.

Ann Garnett, Ph.D. saw herself as a tour guide accompanying her patients as they revised their pasts and envisioned their futures, offering a fresh canvas on which to sketch new interpretations, plans and realized truths. She gingerly accompanied Y/N back in time to allow her to work through her painful break-up with Derek. They had loved each other passionately, but it became clear that they were on different tracks. For Y/N, there were education certificates to obtain, cultural events to experience, improv shows to perform and friends to see. Derek, six years her senior, was eager to buy a house in the suburbs and start a family. He had enough of tiny apartments with unreliable plumbing and the constant churn of neighbors who kept late hours. He was unwilling to wait-or compromise. Staying in the city for even a few years so Y/N could engage in her enjoyments was out of the question. Y/N had to choose between a life she wasn’t ready for with a man she was in love with or creating her own desired life. She chose the latter. And though her life was fulfilling, Y/N often wondered if she gave up her one chance at love and having a family, which now, she wanted more than anything. Ann helped her to accept that she made the right decision based on who and where she was at the time. Most importantly, Ann helped Y/N work through the fear of repeated disappointment that lapped at her and prevented her from entering another serious relationship.

Y/N planted her backpack on the couch next to her. “So. I had a date.”

“Oh?” Ann’s voice and eyebrows raised slightly. She took in Y/N’s evident excitement.

Y/N recounted meeting Joe at camp and their interactions. She spoke warmly about the affection and care he demonstrated toward his nieces.

“That’s lovely.” Ann said.

“It was.” Y/N said. “He took me for a delicious dinner. We both like good food and travelling. It was so easy to talk with him. He was interested in my work at the camp, having seen me in action.” She giggled proudly before continuing. “He asked me a lot about my improv with Upright Citizens Brigade. He’s an actor, and he described how he improvised during some of his scenes. Yeah, we really connected about that.”

“Sounds like you have some shared interests. And he respects YOUR interests.” Ann concluded.

Talking about the date laid bare the plausible reality that it was positive – and it could evolve. And that made it feel so fragile and scary. Y/N felt like she was clutching a vase of etched glass closely to protect it. Yet despite her efforts, it tumbled from her firm grasp in slow motion. She reached for it in mid-air, but before she could swoop in, it crashed and shattered. Suddenly, the positive feelings dissipated. She just couldn’t risk having them wrap around her heart, create a stronghold, and then witness the inevitable unraveling of a promising future. Again.

“Well,” Y/N asserted, her tone becoming firm, “It’s not going to work, unfortunately. He’s going to move to LA.”

“Oh? When’s he leaving?” Ann asked casually.

“It’s not planned. Yet. but he’s an actor and director. He’s going to have to go at some point.” Y/N sounded annoyed having to explain what seemed like an inevitable reality, not worth additional discussion. Case closed. Next subject.

Ann considered her patient, whom she greatly admired. “You don’t know if Joe will move to LA. His family is here, after all. And if he does, well, many couples relocate for jobs. Fortunately, wherever you go, there will be a need for teachers-and one of your caliber would be in demand. And LA has a great Citizens Brigade.” She added with a smile. Her voice and words opened up the canvass for sketching. “You’re not tied down. You can be flexible. And, there’s no need to plan everything today. You can’t, really. Let yourself enjoy the unfolding. Get to know Joe. See if you fit together. You’re at a different place now than you were with Derek. And Joe is a different person than Derek. He’s proven that already.”

Y/N stared at Ann, taking in her wise and objective words.

“You know, Y/N,” Ann said, her eyes taking in the lovely young woman before her, so deserving of love. “The glass can also be half full.”

Ann closed her notebook, signaling the session’s end.

That evening, Y/N slept restlessly as dreams spun through her head. In the last one, she was clutching a vase tightly, protectively. A figure stood in the darkness. Fearing it would take her vase, she turned to run. “Wait, Y/N!, Wait for me,” the figure called to her pleadingly. She turned back. The figure stepped forward into a spotlight. She strained to make out its features. It was Joe, wearing black trousers a button-down shirt and black blazer. The vase in her arms, now also shrouded in light, caught her eye. As she gazed down, she realized it had transformed to a baby swaddled in a blanket.

The dream startled Y/N awake. Her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and saw a text from Joe: “Enjoy the kiddos today. Can’t wait to see your show tonight! Break a leg.” A smile emerged, as Y/N replayed her dream and reread Joe’s text, excitedly anticipating her show that evening.

Maybe the glass can be half full.

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madllamamomma · 4 years

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I Think I Have a Problem.... (A personal true story).

So as the title suggests, I have a strange problem…. Just as a warning, this is about my view of my younger self. It is about religion, and gender identity. This is not how I see the world anymore. It was how I told how the world should look. If you are offended in any way, please know this is a vent post and nothing to hurt anyone else. This is just what happened to me as a child. Shit….. This is about to get very long winded, so buckle up and here we go… *takes deep breath*

So a little backstory on your Mother Llama: I was raised in a weird backward ass “Independent” Baptist church most of my young life. If you guys don’t know what those are, be thankful…. But I guess I should explain it the best way I can…. they are a borderline cult. Yes. I said it. I’m not sorry. It may sound like an extreme accusation, but hold on. Just listen to me.

Now, I have no problem with Christians, or religion. You should believe whatever you want to believe in…. I do however, have a problem when religion is used as an excuse to not educate minds about the real world, force them to not let them think for themselves, and when someone questions any of it, they are punished or shamed for it instead of thinking about an answer. If you can’t tell, I am still a little angry about that shit. Imma try to keep on topic here….

I wasn’t taught science (real science anyways, it was all about ‘creation’ bs—OH! And being anything but a cis straight person was compleltly unexceptable. Woman were the weaker sex and were made to raise babies and take care of the husband. Men were superior and should be taken care of.) nor about World history or about other cultures, other than biblical of course. And when they were mentioned, they made them look evil and behave like heathens because they didn’t believe the same as they did. Everything changed when I went to public school half of fourth grade when my family moved to a different state and there wasn’t any church school like I went to. I learned a lot those years, that ‘The World’ wasn’t as bad of a place as they said it was. It was vast and had many things to offer. (No, not the World, Dio’s stan power from Jojo’s bizarre adventures—that is what our pastors called anything outside of the Baptist approved realm. Something ‘Worldly’ was basically something sinful and ungodly and therefor was bad and wrong).

So this may seem like a strange Segway in to what I am actually getting at, but I had a huge crush on this boy back when I was young and it started when I was about 12 or 13 years old and ended when I was 16. He was the same age as me, and he was the son of a pastor of a small church of about 20 people, mostly military families— we will call him.... D.... for dick...

I thought for a long time that I ‘loved’ D. I thought that ‘God made him for me’ (yes I really said that and it hurt to even write it). I really thought I knew what love was back then, but I was very wrong.

D was homeschooled, he didn’t have many friends and was also a navy brat like I was. So, naturally, we got along very well, and I would hang out with him at his house sometimes. We mainly played video games I was terrible at and he would always bet me. But I liked hanging out with him, so I didn’t care if I won or not. My heart for some reason was totally head over heels over D. And he liked me too for a while… or at least I thought he did… He however never made a move. I always thought D was just too shy, and didn’t know how to ask me. Any time I tried holding his hand, I’d chicken out. It was a stalemate. But this particular church did a thing where people had to court. Yes... COURT someone, not DATE (Courting is where you had adult chaperones keeping an eye on you two, you were never really alone. Ever, because apparently you can’t be trusted?). When we both turned 15 yo, D started a private Christian school. Being the awkward girl I was, I never told him how I felt, I just waiting for him to say something. Time passed, and I still waited and waited for him to ask me out.

But here’s the thing! He didn’t know the real me.

I was in public school, in middle school, and I started to become a weeb. Like a super cringy weeb that didn’t like anything else but anime—I was also kinda emo/punk kid thought I was edgy. (Yeah rock music was bad too, it was ‘Worldly’).Not a very good mix for Baptist I know. At school, I was one person, and at church I was another.

Well, being an anime fan meant I was exposed to a lot of things like the LGTB+ community for the first time. A lot of my friends at the time started to come out other than straight and that was very new to me.

During that time, I soon was starting to secretly question my faith, my understanding of my own sexuality and gender. Like, maybe people liking the same sex or both is actually not a bad thing after all (if you haven’t seen any of my works, hopefully you guys know that I know better that what I was taught—I am a proud fuckin’ ally! I still consider myself cis-straight, but some days I feel like I’m bi-curious, and that’s ok! It took me a long time to realize that, but I’m here now. Gender roles are dead and stupid.)

So here is the kicker~ One faithful day we had a guest pastor join us for a few weeks from another church. This mother fuckin’ nasty ass old white man from Alabama came with his ‘perfect quiet godly’ wife. Who badly ever spoke a damn word. She always just sat in the corner all ‘ladylike’.

—Oh!!! Another fun fact, I didn’t wear pants for a year when I was 10 yo becasue that was considered “cross dressing”— I’m dead fucking serious. My parents then decided after attending sporting events and stuff like that to drop that ludicrous lifestyle, becasue it was stupid. So, Outside of church, my family and I still wore pants and shorts and whatever, but in church we pretended that we didn’t wear anything but modest skirts, dresses, and long culottes. (That’s a little damaging…. don’t you think? Telling people your one thing, when in reality you're not like that at all??)

Anyways— I hated skirts, especially wearing them in the state we lived in, it was way too hot and I’d get chafed (these had to be knee length or longer btw). And of course that guest preacher would preach about the sins of women wearing pants, but I didn’t care. I wore them for so long, it just made me angry anytime someone would bring that up. I liked my jeans and I was starting to become a rebel teen who gave less than a fuck and started to speak my mind. Which was dangerous to that community…. Also I had a bad tendency of not keeping my legs together when I bent down, and one time I accidently showed my underwear (that’s really embarrassing btw, it’s not cute, it’s not funny, it’s awful when you're 14 yo-- really any age actually).

So, one day I wore a long jean skirt for a youth outing with the church. I was required to wear it, but I always wore leggings underneath so I wouldn’t accidentally show my undies if I fell down or the wind blew it. This fucker had to say something about it. The old man turned to me with a wrinkled smirk as I was passing by him and dared to utter, “Now, don’t you feel most femine and ladylike in that skirt? I’m sure Jesus would like seeing you like that.”

My shoulders clench up tight, my brow furrows. All I can remember seeing is fucking red and actually trembling with fury. (This was happening in my pastor, D’s father’s, own living room mind you.) D was there watching as I blanched about ten shades of red in anger and embarrassed because that prick of an old man called me out in front of everyone. I turned to him and half shouted, “NO! I don’t!” I could see my pastor’s mouth drop to the floor as I began to completely obliterate this old man. But I couldn't stop myself as I started to further cut into him. “—I hate wearing skirts! I don’t feel ladylike! In fact, they make me feel vulnerable! What if some guy tries to rape me! They won’t have any problem getting to me!—Why is something with a whole on the bottom more ladylike than something that actually covers me?! I like pants! They are comfortable and they make me feel safe! Why is that a sin to wear something that is more covering?!?! I’m not cross dressing, my mom bought them in the girl’s session!! [Keep in mind that was a long time ago, I don’t feel like people should care about what section they get their clothes from, wear what you want] And what do you know about wearing a skirt?! You’re a man! You try wearing them! They suck! You need to stop telling me what I can and can’t wear! I’m not dressing like a whore for wearing something with a crotch!! SO LEAVE ME ALONE!!” Everyone in the living room was just stunned at my audacity to dare speak to this pastor like I did. But he was so fucking quiet after that. And I stormed out of the house and the guest pastor never spoke to me again about it. Luckily my mom came and picked me shortly after that. She was angry too after I told her what happened. That old fuck singled me out and I was pissed off. I was a teenager and that shit was embarrassing!

But I made the mistake of showing my true self. I think after that moment, D stopped liking me after that.

Some shit went down south with my parents behind closed doors of my household, and eventually they got divorced. They left the small church because the pastor didn’t approve of it. Pastor said that my parents just needed more counseling but he didn't understand that they just needed to not be together. Sometimes you can’t make things work. Especially when your dad is a toxic piece of shit that only cares about himself.

Anyways, everyone in my family left the church, but I stuck around that shit-hole just to see if D would ask me out. I was so desperate, I felt like I waited forever, but really it was like 2-3 years, and I felt like I couldn’t give up. Eventually D and I turned 16. He started to become distant and a little mean towards me and I became confused and started to realize the worst. Finally, I was tired of waiting so I asked his older sister if he liked me on the way back taking me home. I could see it in her face, that she didn’t want to have my heart broken, but reluctantly she told me no. He actually liked another girl at his new private school and was going to ask her parents to court her instead.

I was so devastated.... It hurt so much, I cried myself to sleep that night, and most of that week I was very sad.

Obviously, after that, I stopped going to church entirely, I couldn't show my face anymore. Finally let myself question my faith, sexuality, gender roles, and humanity all together. And realized that religion was stupid (in my opinion at the time) and I came u with the conclusion that people can be sheep. I was a sheep for a long time. And I refuse to be one ever again.

High school was very enjoyable after that, and I let myself grow and started to love other religions and world history, and tried to stop being so judgmental of others and what they felt like. I even got into a relationship with a sweet boy around my age.

Eventually in college, after a break-up with my high school sweetheart, I reconnected with D via FB. Apparently, the church went under and his parents moved away to Greece to be missionaries or something. D still lives in the same town I’m in, but graduated from a “Christian academy”—not Catholic, Christian. Catholic colleges are accredited at least. But he basically told me he was a secret “bad boy” now. He lost his virginity in highschool, (like I did) and he was totally trying to booty call me. Not even hiding it either! He was like, “Hey, Llama, you wanna fuck?”.

And I was like, “D! You broke my fucking heart when we were young! Don’t you remember that???”

And he was like, “Oh no! I had no idea! (the fuckin’ liar). Well, we can fuck now!~ *wink, wink*”

🤨

This is where I was a jerk.... Because he broke my heart. I led him on, told him I would meet up with him at his house to sleep with him, and just didn’t show up—ghosted him ever since. The worst part about that, is I still don’t regret doing that to him. I hope I hurt his feelings and felt like an ass like I did.

So years have passed, I consider myself as a rather successful woman now. I’m 27, I consider myself Buddhist (I am a terrible Buddhist I know), I am an Occupational Therapy Assistant and I have a great husband (I married the guy I was with in high school). And he loves the real me—the crazy closet weeb, cartoon watching, creative, expressive, me! The person who also writes fanfiction about a romance novel and he is fine with it. Because he is a huge nerd too and we are both nerds together.

My husband is my best friend and I don’t know what I’d do without him. When I write about Rhemi and Muriel, I draw a lot of inspiration with our conversation we have and how relationship dynamics are and I think it makes the writing more authentic and makes them feel a bit more real.

I love my husband more than anything… So why do I keep dreaming about that stupid asshole that just liked the fake me? D was and always will be a total tool. He is like the basic bitch of a man. And yet I still find him creeping in my dreams and I try to cheat on my husband with him in them. I wake up feeling totally terrible and weird after them too. D is a terrible fucking person—the worst person you can be in my opinion—The kind of person why lies and tells people one thing, but hides the fact that he’s really just a nasty fuck boy. If you are one, just be honest! Don’t tell another woman you're a good christan man, when really you’ve slept with not just one, but multiple girls! That how you get fucking STDs! I hate being lied to, and I’m sure other girls do too! So I guess that’s why I do, because I felt like I was lied to my entire life. Then again, why should I even care?! Why do I feel like I still obsess over him? I hate him so much now! So why do I even care? Why do I still find myself stalking him on social media? Why does it even matter? Why do I want him to see I’m happy without him? Why do I want him to see what he could have had with me? We were just stupid teenagers! Why did I care so much? Why did it hurt so much when I found out he didn’t like me?! It’s been over a decade, and we didn’t even really date! Why did this affect me so hard? …. FUCK!

So yeah. That’s my long ass rant for you all… thanks for coming to my ted talk.

#story time #mad llama momma story #true story #weird dreams #why does my brain do this?#anybody relate?#does anyone get me?#vent post

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summerspn · 4 years

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Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Witty, carefree, hardworking, intelligent, & fun. Lorelai is loveable in many ways but she can also be irresponsible, very selfish & a commitment-phobe.

Lorelai hasn’t changed at all over the years. The lack of evolution is actually disappointing.

In the first few seasons I found her charming but later I found her selfish & annoying. I think that’s because she never takes responsibility for her actions & everyone always loves her. Sometimes it reaches almost Mary Sue or cult-like levels. She can do no wrong in the eyes of almost every single character except her parents...which is probably why she gets annoyed with them. She resents the fact they don’t worship her the way the town does.

Even Luke gets annoyed at her a lot but then gives in, smiles & then looks like he’s over it. He’s one of the few people to call her out on her ridiculous or selfish behaviour but then let’s it go.

She always gets her own way. He even said in Year in the Life that he’ll never leave no matter how bad she treats him....Was that supposed to be romantic? It’s actually sad, like an abused spouse sticking it out. Though I think it was likely just the word choice used. I get that Amy Sherman Palladino was trying to showcase Luke’s loyalty but there were better ways...

Through the entire series Lorelai has a love for gimmickry & silly rants. Sometimes it was cute & other times I just wanted to tell her to “Stop interrupting people!”. By the end of the series I wanted to tell her to shut up- mainly because her little ‘amusing’ rants were ill timed & often made her sound like an idiot.

Lorelai grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth & she resented her parents for that. Once she became pregnant at sixteen she didn’t make any effort to plan for her (and baby Rory’s) future. Yet we see in the flashbacks that she was still annoyed at her parents. They were scrambling to try to make the best of the situation & she was annoyed with them for it.

Lorelai was ungrateful then...ungrateful when they arranged for a nanny to help after she gave birth...and ungrateful for everything afterwards.

There’s a lot of questionable behaviour that Lorelai does. Some can be attributed to the fact she was a teenager at the time - like dismissing Christopher’s marriage proposal. She loved him but said no. Not a mistake exactly but she still pushed him away - which I think was a bad move. She should have talked to him about finding a way to keep him involved in Rory’s life.

Christopher was pushed away & being immature he felt they were better off and he kept his distance. What is questionable is that never, in all the years growing up did Lorelai tell him to grow some balls, man up & see his daughter more. She would have been broke & should have asked for some money to help with daycare etc.

The only reason Lorelai didn’t ask for money or more involvement was pride, pure & simple. She wanted to say she did it all ‘alone’, to feel superior to how her parents did things.

Later, even when Christopher does start to take more responsibility as a father, she says things that sounded very passive aggressive. Like she didn’t want him to have a better relationship with Rory. So it’s a catch 22, a no win situation where there was really was no way for Christopher to fix things.

They say early on that Christopher did weekly phone calls & the occasional visit. Not great but not terrible either. But Lorelai acts like he is a bad father & yet still constantly flirts with him. What is that?!

It’s a complete mind fuck.

That’s probably a big reason I started to like Christopher by the end. He always did as Lorelai wanted, respecting her wishes while trying to have a relationship with his daughter & do his own thing. All contradictory but so is how Lorelai treated him. She basically jerked him around.

You shouldn’t do that regarding your child’s father. Be clear & set boundaries... that’s important but she did the opposite all the time & there was zero evolution with that over the years.

Even later, when Christopher made more effort to see Rory, and when they had a good relationship, Lorelai chose to keep a very big life decision from him. Rory didn’t tell him she dropped out of school because she was being selfish right? Well as a co-parent, that then fell to Lorelai. She should have called Christopher and told him their daughter dropped out of college & is acting out of character.

Even if he couldn’t change her mind, he should have known. But who knows, maybe she would have listened? Sometimes it’s easier to listen to people you’re not talking to every day (like how Jess was able to talk some sense into her).

But Lorelai deliberately kept quiet about Rory’s dropping out of school & her arrest. Why keep it from him? He would have been worried.

The only thing I can think of is the Lorelai somehow thought it didn’t matter to him, which just shows she wasn’t paying attention & was being selfish.

When Christopher happily agrees to take over paying for Yale, both Rory & Lorelai keep it from Emily & Richard. It’s avoiding an awkward conversation but instead the elder Gilmores end up being embarrassed by having to deal with the financial mix up, thinking the school had made a mistake.

So Emily & Richard were embarrassed & probably had a very stressful & panicked reaction to make sure the tuition was covered. Richard said he had yelled at a woman out of desperation to make sure everything was settled. I personally would have been freaked if someone said school was paid for but wasn’t. I’d want to know there wouldn’t be any issues!

So think about it, the woman dealing with that had a really bad day because of it.

So Lorelai (whose job it was to tell her parents), was selfish again and it resulted in a lot of stress for others because she was avoiding telling her parents about the tuition.

Lorelai isn’t evil and sometimes she is a good partner. Like when Luke for some reason didn’t tell her about April for two months. She was upset but sticks by him.

She adjusts & tries to deal. It was refreshing to see. Her & Luke have chemistry & the banter is good but even by the end of the series they still don’t communicate very well. She still acts like he should be her servant a lot of time because she’s pretty bossy.

In Year in the Life they have zero communication skills & it’s pretty sad considering they’ve been together for 10 years. But again everything is always about her. Lorelai keeping therapy from him, wanting to meet with Paris about IVF when Luke clearly is just...stunned. It’s just baffling.

During her marriage & rough patches with Christopher Lorelai insists she loves him. I think she loved him as a teenager & as an adult loves the idea of him but she always strung him along which is not exactly a loving trait. So I actually liked when she married Christopher I just thought it should have included Rory & her parents (even if spontaneous).

What made me upset is that one minute she’s telling Christopher she loves him then she’s taking to Luke again. Christopher - her HUSBAND- tells her he’s not comfortable with the relationship & she completely ignores his concerns.

When he suggested they buy a bigger house she was adamant they stay in her house (even though it was going to be too small for them, Gigi, Paul Anka & Rory when she visits). Christopher accommodates quickly....then sees more interaction between her & Luke & gets jealous.

Of course he does. He acts like a jerk but so does Luke & so does Lorelai. But we’re supposed to hate Christopher for that? Um, no.

Then Lorelai writes that personal reference letter about Luke for the custody battle & Christopher finds it. She kept it from him. Hearing the letter & seeing his reaction - to me - sounded very much like it was saying Luke was Rory’s father not Christopher. I can understand the hurt there.

Seriously, all Lorelai would have to do was tell Christopher she feels she owes it to Luke to write the letter. Be honest with him & it would have been a non-issue. But by hiding it like a 12 yr old, it gave the wrong message, that she had feelings for Luke still. And Christopher may be immature but he wasn’t an idiot.

The only really stupid thing he did, was pull away for those few days. I think Lorelai said it was less than a week. It was dumb & a dick move...but I also get it. That would be painful. You change your entire life, commit to the person you were in love with for 20 yrs, make a life with them & your child, only to see proof she wasn’t even trying to commit to you? That’s rough. Not an excuse but I get the anger there.

However, hearing the messages that Lorelai left him, it still sounds pretty weak like she wasn’t sure what she wanted. She didn’t put her husband first, she never offered to give up her ‘friendship’ with Luke. Tv shows always act like it would be unhealthy to give up an ex for their current partner. But no, giving up an ex is part of the commitment process...if it’ll make your spouse happy & prove your love, do it.

It shouldn’t be a question. Besides at that point Lorelai was barely taking to Luke anyways. But she didn’t want that & again put herself first. And many of her phone messages to Christopher were dancing around things.

She could have at that point, agreed to move to a new town together - which also would have proved her commitment & made him happy. She could have said ‘I love you & miss you but screw you for leaving me!’ It took her awhile before she finally said it & as soon as she did he came to his senses....but then saw Luke there, again.

And right after Lorelai wanted a divorce. No counselling, no talk of what boundaries they should have regarding Luke. Nothing. Lorelai just said it is what it is...being selfish. And Christopher just backs off like a scared & heartbroken boy.

What annoyed the crap out of me about the marriage was Lorelai still made all the decisions. She basically wanted Christopher as a roommate only. No thought about what a marriage should be or what they wanted from the marriage.

That, and the fact Emily was offering her advice but Lorelai never took it. She never once asked her mom for help...and Emily liked Christopher so she would’ve helped in any way she could. Lorelai knew this but didn’t even try.

Then once the marriage is over, before the big celebration party, Lorelai waits to tell her parents. Her mother spent money on a brilliant party...giving no thought to how that would make her mother look or feel. Wedding-party talk with her mom was important to Emily because she missed her only daughter’s wedding but Lorelai didn’t care.

Then there are instances where Lorelai is just being immature & makes things tough for her parents as an adult. She constantly whines about Friday night dinners, rarely told her parents she loved them or cared for them. Her love was conditional.

When her dad needed his meds her mom was clearly implying that she needed someone to pick them up.

Lorelai was toying with her, playing games about who can pick them up. Playing around when Emily was stressed. I don’t know about you but if I see my mom stressed out I want to help. She could have just said ‘I’ll pick it up’ though she does later, after jerking her around first.

There are times we clearly see Emily trying to make Lorelai feel better. When they were bonding over taxes, Emily tells her it’s not horrible & that she’ll be okay. It’s a complicated relationship so Emily later thanks her for helping but is also upset & grieving the thought of not having Christopher as a son-in-law anymore. So Emily points out how much money was thrown away on the party, so what? Lorelai acted like her mother was bad for doing that but wouldn’t you be upset if you spent tens of thousands of dollars for nothing? I would!

Lorelai was ungrateful & spoiled.

As much as some people hate season 7 I think there are some really good moments in the series. Especially showing Lorelai’s character. At one point T.J. calls her too much drama...and he’s right! When Rory disrespects people Lorelai never calls her out on it. She jerks both Christopher & Luke around.

An episode near the end of the series, Rory , Lorelai & Emily go to the wedding of the old owner of the Independence Inn, Maya. The entire episode Lorelai is completely oblivious to how her mom feels. When Rory spells it out for her Lorelai tried to be gentle & reassure her mom she didn’t lose her. It was nice to see.

But the next episode it was like Lorelai went right back to treating her poorly so Emily keeps her at arms length.

In season 7 though we see that Lorelai accepted Logan which was a big step. She also agreed to keep seeing her parents after Rory graduates, which is big. So there were a few things that weren’t bad & were improvements but at the same time, with all her whiny & passive aggressive behaviour, I wouldn’t say she evolved at all.

I did find it strange the entire town wanted to go to Rory’s graduation from Yale. Was this supposed to be funny?? Personally I thought it was dumb. Lorelai should have at that point told them to back off. A wasted opportunity. It could have shown some evolution regarding the town’s unhealthy idol worship of both Lorelai & Rory. But nope it was just Lorelai dancing around it, not wanting to set boundaries again.

I think Lorelai is very selfish as you can tell. She’s always jerking people- mainly her love interests- around. Max, Luke, Christopher, even that guy Alex (she dated briefly) she was back & forth on.

When she gave birth to Rory she made some mistakes. That’s understandable as is how immature & selfish she was. However, by the start of the series she never evolved. Ever.

Even when she goes back to school & gets her business degree - which is big life accomplishment...she still acts unprofessional on the phone at work & with vendors. Sure she had some funny conversations and all but she’s 32 in season one. Then she acts exactly the same in season 7 - at 39...both professionally & personally. Then Year in the Life was supposed to be 10 years later so she’s 49.

She & Luke still didn’t get married. No other kids, zero communication. Ugh I really wished the time jump could have been used better. All it would have taken were a few family photos & like ONE scene where Luke & Lorelai are in bed reading to their 3 yr old twins or something. Could have been cute!

It also would have shown Lorelai’s growth by giving up the house to get a bigger one for everyone (it would have proven her commitment to Luke & the family too). But what can one expect from the train wreck that is Year in the Life?

I’m a big fan of seeing characters grow & evolve. So it annoys me when I see a fun character like Lorelai, stuck as a selfish spoiled brat. I may have liked her more if she ended up friends with her mom or being more strict with Rory...something. Wasted opportunities with her.

To put it plainly I was so-so about Lorelai when I was younger but now as an adult I don’t like her. But she did have some great lines!

The actress who plays her, Lauren Graham is perfect though! Just amazing. Not sure how she could have remembered all those lines, talk a mile a minute & make it feel like her emotions are genuine. Takes real talent!

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Forbidden Fruit: Part One

A/N: This is going to be the first of a two part series! Hopefully I will have Part Two out in the next week or so, because I’m travelling to Australia this coming Thursday so I have a lot of prep, but hopefully I’ll have some time to write up part two in the next few days or while en route! Just let me know what y’all think of this one, and remember to reblog and comment! Pairing: 1998!Brian May x Reader Word Count: 7.5k Summary: Y/N is Jimmy May’s best friend in the entire world. So when she’s unable to return home for the 4th of July, he does what any good friend would and offers to have her come stay with him at his Dad’s place for the weekend, the whole thing culminating in a BBQ that would rival any her family ever threw. Little does Brian, or Y/N, know, this weekend will be memorable for more reasons than the burgers and sparklers. Warnings: Infidelity, Age Gap, 18+, Y’all This is Just Disgusting I’m Sorry

To say that Y/N was having a bad day, would be like saying that there were a few people living in London. An understatement of the highest degree. The 20 year old Archaeology student was lying face down on the floor of the living,to of the flat that she shared with her best friend Jimmy, an Enya CD playing at full blast from the boom box near the fireplace. That’s how Jimmy May found her when he returned home from his final lecture of the semester.

The sight made him chuckle as he sat his book bag down, before walking over to Y/N and lying down beside her on his back, hands crossed over his chest. The two young students had been best friends since their very first day of university 2 years prior, when Y/N, an Archaeology and Medieval History major from America in need of friends, was assigned to sit beside Jimmy May, an undecided major from London who was also in desperate need of friends.

Y/N had stuck out her hand for him to shake, a bright smile on her face, her brows furrowing in confusion when he’d just stared at her hand. “Oh shit, y’all do shake hands right?”

Jimmy had just laughed loudly and nodded, taking her hand in his and shaking firmly, seemingly solidifying their friendship. While most people assumed they were together romantically, the sheer thought of that made bile rise in the the two young adults throats. They did love one another, but their relationship was nothing more than that of siblings, and that’s exactly how they wanted it to stay.

Y/N groaned when she felt Jimmy lie down beside her, knowing that he was waiting for her to explain why she was having a slight mental breakdown in the middle of the living room.

“Can’t go back to the States for the Summer, which means I’m not going to be able to be with my family on the 4th..”

She had received a call from her parents earlier that day saying that they’d not been able to get her a plane ticket for her trip home, which meant that she was stuck in York for the remainder of the summer.

Y/N didn’t exactly mind this, she loved York, loved being in the UK, but she also had never not been home for her family’s annual 4th of July BBQ, aka her favorite part of the year.

Her aunt and uncle had a huge pool, so the entire family would pile into their house and spend the whole day gorging on watermelon and burgers, veggie for her, and getting sun poisoning while her grandmother made homemade ice cream. The fireworks were her favorite part though, and Y/N and her younger cousin would always sit in the pool in their doughnut floats and watch as their dad’s and uncles attempted to light the fuses without managing to blow off a limb. It was her absolute favorite thing in the entire world and now she wasn’t going to get to experience it, all because of a mix up with the airline.

Jimmy knew how important Y/N's annual trip to see her family was, the promise of seeing her family was the only thing that helped her get past the final semester of classes, now that had been taken from her, and it broke Jimmy's heart. Sitting up, he reaches over, rolling his best friend onto her back, frowning when he sees the forlorn look on your face.

"Shit love, are you alright?"

Y/N just sighs, a sad smile on her face. She was completely heartbroken and beyond upset, but she knew it wasn't anybody's fault, you can't control when an airline cancels your ticket the day before you're supposed to leave.

"Its alright dude, shit happens, shit sucks, but it happens."

She had always been more of a glass half full kind of person, and this situation could be so much worse, so Y/N wasn't about to complain. She was still going to see them in December, and hey, at least she still had family to go see.

The two were quiet for a while, Y/N on her back staring at the ceiling, Jimmy sitting straight up, chin in his hands, a look of concentration on his face.

Y/N knew that look all to well, and she didn't like it at all. It meant Jimmy was thinking, and when Jimmy was thinking, and things happened. Sitting up alongside her best friend, Y/N raises her eyebrows, suspicious look in her eyes.

"You're thinking really loud Jim, what's up?"

He laughs, jumping off of the floor and running to the kitchen before she can question him further.

If Y/N had known what Jimmy was doing in the kitchen in that moment, she probably would've tackled the phone away from him and forbade him from ever using it again...

Windlesham, Surrey

3 July 1998

Jimmy had neglected to tell Y/N just how insanely large his dad’s house was. Sure, she’d figured it was going to be relatively large, it was the house of a rockstar, she didn’t expect it to look like it belonged to a CPA from Chester.

However, this was on another level of insanity. It was an absolutely gorgeous Tudor revival style home with at least 10 bedrooms rooms, situated on a few acres of land, a pool smack dab in the middle of the spacious back yard. This was honesty her dream home.

Jimmy laughed at his best friend’s slack jawed appearance beside him, taking her bag from her as they ascended the stairs.

“Trying to catch some flies love?”

Y/N only reached over and smacked him on the shoulder the same way she did her brother anytime he decided to be a brat.

“I doubt there’s ever been a single fly in this house before James.”

She rarely used his whole name, saving it for moments like this when he was seriously grinding the last root of her final nerve, and she barely had a nerve left for him to grind... all of them were currently being used to try and keep her from throwing up the lunch her and Jimmy had eaten in Cambridge.

Why was she so nervous again? Oh right, because she was stood outside Brian May's house, where she would be staying for the next week, because her best friend, who also happens to be his son, decided that the best course of action to cure her small sadness was to ask his father to host them and throw a BBQ to rival Y/N's family's.

Brian had enthusiastically agreed to his son's idea, having never met the young woman who he couldn't seem to shut up about. For a long while, the older man had assumed that the two youngsters were together, but after asking Louisa about it after she'd met Y/N at Chrissy's and received a loud laugh in return, he was positive that they were only the closest of friends, with a relationship more akin to the one Jimmy had with Louisa and Emily.

Sadly, he wasn't home at the exact moment the two arrived, which caused Y/N to sigh in relief. She didn't even know who Jimmy's dad was until the two had been friends for almost 6 months, only finding out when she met his sister Louisa when she came to visit and began to talk about an Uncle Roger and Uncle John. To be honest Y/N had felt like a bit of an idiot for not making the connection, knowing that his dad was a musician and his name was May, but Jimmy had just laughed loudly as the realization hit. He still teased her to no end about it, and had been taking her as they entered the house, cackling as she slapped his arm when he asked if she was going to pass out when she met him.

"Oh fuck you Jimmy, it's not funny!"

Y/N had been embarrassed enough when she found out that her best friend was Brian May's son, mainly because of the times she'd completely fangirled over Queen, Brian in particular, in front of Jimmy, and now he was just eating up the fact that she was about to meet him. He'd even placed a bet with Louisa on how long she could last without losing consciousness.

"Don't know love, it's pretty fucking funny to me. My sweet innocent little best friend wants to fu-"

Thankfully a green human shaped blur tackled Y/N to the ground, surprising Jimmy enough to stop him talking before he could finish his sentence.

Laughing loudly as she hit the ground, Y/N wrapped her arms around what she assumed was Louisa, only to find out that it was the youngest May, who was laughing just has hard, her arms firmly around the older woman's waist.

"Em! God, You're getting strong, and, a-are you wet?

Y/N laughed even harder when she saw that the 11 year old was wrapped in a lime green beach towel, water dripping from her dark curls onto Y/N's previously pristine white sun dress. Emily just laughed and nodded against her friend's chest.

" Yeah! Lou and I were swimming when we heard the car pull up, and I missed you so I just jumped out and ran in. "

She was talking 1,000,000 miles a minute, which wasn't exactly weird for an 11 year old girl, but it still caused Y/N to laugh.

"Did you trail in half the pool while you were at it?"

Y/N nodded towards the puddles of water standing on the tiles of the kitchen floor, giggling when the young girl scurried off of her lap, cursing quietly as she unwrapped her towel from around her to clean up the mess, allowing Jimmy to pull his best friend from the floor.

"Why don't you let your brother do that so you can show me the pool?"

Wiggling her eyebrows at Emily, Y/N extended her hand to her, smiling widely when the 11 year old accepted it happily, throwing her towel at Jimmy before she pulled Y/N out the patio door and towards the pool.

Like the rest of the house that she'd seen, the pool was amazingly ornate. Pure white stone lined the path to it, and surrounded the edge of the crystal blue waters where Louisa was lounging on a pink float. The diving board and slide were just begging to be used, but seeing as how she was in a dress, Y/N resisted the urge to utilize either one of them.

Despite being absolutely pressing petrified to meet Brian, Y/N was overjoyed to see the girls again. She hasn't seen the two youngest May kids since November the year before when their mom had invited Y/N to her home for a little Thanksgiving dinner since she hadn't had one in 2 years. Chrissy was an actual Angel and Y/N had never felt so welcome before, that week had been one that she would always remember fondly, and she just hoped that this one would also go down in her memory bank.

Laughing loudly as Emily jumped into the pool right beside Louisa, absolutely saturating her with water, Y/N sat down on the edge of the pool watching as the older girl dunked her little sister under the water, screaming bloody murder the whole time. The noise from the two girls was so loud that Y/N didn't hear the tell tell noise of a car pulling up, nor the sound of a door opening, nor the sound of feet running up to her.

One minute she had been yelling at Emily to "fight like a girl!" and the next she was underwater, eyes burning with the sting of the chlorinated water.

Popping up out of the water gasping in shock, Y/N started treading water, glaring at the side of the pool where Jimmy was stood laughing like a goddamn hyena, well it looked vaguely like Jimmy, she couldn't exactly tell with her eyes squinted like they were.

"JAMES MAY YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT!"

She yelled out, voice full of amusement despite the angry words. Louisa and Emily were also laughing, holding onto the pink float for dear life as they watched Y/N flail around, brushing her hair from her eyes as she yelled at their brother.

The two girls started to swim over to her, trying to assist their friend, when they noticed the tall figure of their dad walking towards the pool, an amused look on his face.

Brian had just returned home from the shops when he'd heard the ear piercing scream coming from the pool, and he immediately slipped into dad mode, dropping the bags in the kitchen before taking off towards the pool, fearing the worst.

Only when he stepped onto the back patio and heard a very distinct American accent did he smile and breathe a little. He had been looking forward to the arrival of his son and the American girl who had some how managed to teach Jimmy how to properly fold is socks and boil an egg, but when he'd woke that morning to find the fridge completely empty and his daughter's "dying of starvation", Brian groaned and headed out to the shops, determined to be back in time to meet Y/N when she and Jimmy arrived. However, Anita had insisted on coming with him, and that had turned what would've been a 20 minute excursion into a 2 hour social call.

Now, he was slowly approaching the pool, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows raised in amusement as the curses that were being thrown at his son reached his ears. Well, the girl certainly had a mouth on her.

" I swear to god Jimmy, when I get out of this goddamn pool, your skinny little ass is MINE! "

Y/N was expecting an equally abusive retort from Jimmy who was stood in front of her from what she could see past her hair, not a loud laugh from her left.

Jerking her head over to the source of the noise, Y/N managed to swallow a sizeable amount of water, coughing loudly before swimming over to the side of the pool closest to her, which just so happened to be the side from where the laugh had come from.

Clutching onto the side of the pool, she began to attempt to lift herself out, not realizing that she had to actually have upper body strength to be able to do any sort of physical activity.

Brian couldn't exactly get a good look at the girl swimming towards him until she was struggling at the side, her pitiful attempts to lift herself out making him laugh louder. Jimmy was doubled over beside the lounge chairs on the other side of the diving board, Louisa and Emily holding onto the pink float laughing equally as hard. Deciding to be a decent human being, Brian bends down, still laughing, and grabbed her hands.

"Right then love, up ya get."

He immediately regretted his actions upon seeing her...state of dress. Brian’s eyes widened when he took in the soaking wet young girl’s appearance, she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was dripping wet, flat against her face, but he could still tell that it was thick and beautiful. Her eyes had yet to meet his as she attempted to steady herself on the pavement, a small laugh falling from her mouth as she glared over at Jimmy.

Shit, even her laugh was beautiful.

Brian's eyes then drifted naturally down, cock responding fast to the images that his hazel eyes were sending to his brain. This young woman, this 20 year old girl, his son’s best friend, was wearing what had at some point before her trip into the water, probably been a very pretty white sundress. Now, however, the fabric was clinging to her skin, exposing every single curve, lump, and bump on her body... and more over, exposed the dark green fabric of her bra and light blue fabric of her panties.. for some reason, the fact that she wasn’t wearing matching underwear made him smile, showed that she was still a young woman, someone who wasn’t concerned with matching her panties to her bra.. he liked it a lot. Shaking his head a little in self disgust, Brian gently dropped Y/N’s hands, not wanting to seem creepy.

The action jerked Y/N from glaring at Jimmy, her eyes looking up at the person who’d helped her out of the pool for the first time since she’d been “rescued”. She didn’t know what she was expecting when she looked up, I mean, who else could’ve been the one to pull her out of the pool but Brian?

However, the moment her eyes met Brian’s, Y/N swears her entire body sets alight.

Ever since she was a young girl, around 10, she’d had the biggest crush imaginable on the curly haired guitarist. Her mom was a massive Queen fan and had facilitated her daughter’s love of the band, and Brian, and had bought her absolutely any poster, album, T-shirt, anything she wanted.. god, if her mom could see her now. Eyes wide, Y/N took in the appearance of the man in front of her.

Shit, he was hot.

Sure he was almost 51 years old, 31 years her senior, but she would’ve never known just from his looks, he was as beautiful a man as she’d ever seen, and the hormones coursing through her body as his eyes stared into her’s were enough to kill a goddamn horse. His hair was still as dark as ever, famous curls bouncy and framing his face perfectly. And god, his FACE... He had aged like a fine burgundy, and much like her favorite red, his gaze was leaving her feeling warm and slightly dizzy.

There were a few well placed smile lines around his eyes, which were on full display as he smiled down at the young woman, eyebrow cocked at her wide eyed expression, a look which caused a red hot blush to erupt onto her face and all down her chest.. Fuck, she might as well have been naked standing in front of him with as much as her dress was covering.

His eyes were dark, predatory almost, as he looked down at her expectedly. The young woman simply cleared her throat, smiling shyly up at the older man, sticking her hand out to him.

"This certainly wasn't what I was imagining our first introduction to be Mr. May, but thank you for rescuing me."

Brian waved away Y/N's hand, instead electing to wrap his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, his hands trying to disobey his mind and move further down her body.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let a beautiful young woman like you drown! The men of Britain would never forgive me."

Y/N laughed, a shaky little thing it was, but honestly nobody in their right mind could blame her for the instability in her voice, not when a black tank top clad Brian May's hands were dangerously close to her ass,and with her dress being soaking wet like it was, she could almost feel the callouses on his fingertips against her skin.

"Um, thank you Mr. May... but, I don't think the men of Britain would dare do anything to harm you. You're a national treasure."

It was Brian's turn to blush, something he hasn't done in a few decades,but for some reason the attention from this gorgeous young woman was making him feel things he hadn't felt in a long, long, time. Chuckling, Brian reluctantly pulls away from the hug, remembering that his children were watching the two of them, and that Anita was only a couple hundred yards away inside the house.

"Now that is some high praise coming from you Y/N. I can see why Jimmy had kept you hidden from all of us heathens..."

Turning towards his son, Brian's hand brushes down Y/N's shoulders, coming to rest at the small of her back, fingers splaying out as wide as they could. He was desperate for as much contact with her as possible, and if absolutely disgusted him to no end.

Jimmy took great offense to his dad's comment, claiming that he wasn't hiding Y/N away from the May family, simply "protecting them" from her insanity. Had it not been for Brian's hand seemingly burning into her skin, she probably would've retorted with something equally as witty and biting, but in that moment, the poor woman couldn't even remember what color the sky above her was, much less think of something sarcastic to say to her best friend.

Luckily, she didn't have to think of anything, as the patio door opened a few seconds late and Anita walked out carrying a large coal colored towel, a smile on her face.

It made Y/N sick to her stomach.

Not because she didn't like Anita, no she rather liked her to be quite honest, but the thoughts running through her head about the woman's partner were obscene. Never once in her 20 years on Earth had she ever thought that she would be in this situation...not that she was in any situation at all, yet. But if Brian didn't remove his hands from her back soon,Y/N was going to abandon all of her morality and fuck her best friend's dad, partner or not.

Thankfully, Brian noticed Anita and quickly, albeit reluctantly, removed his hands from Y/N's back, electing to shove them into his pockets to avoid raising any suspicion from the red haired woman walking towards the pool.

"I've brought you a towel love! Seems like Jimmy would have at least had a little foresight to collect one for you before he decided to send you for a swim."

Anita was smiling from ear to ear, swiftly wrapping the plush fabric around Y/N's shivering shoulders, bringing her in to place a small kiss to her cheek in greeting.

"You poor dear! You're absolutely quivering!"

Oh she didn't even know the half of it...

"Bri, love, take the poor girl to her room and let her get warmed up, that fabric might look amazing when dry, but when wet, it's absolutely useless."

The older woman then turned her back to the two and headed back to the house after giving Jimmy a rather stern look, which he simply rolled his eyes at.

Wrapping the towel around her shoulders tightly as she could, Y/N chuckled a little, she wasn't cold at all, in fact she was absurdly warm. The shuddering of her shoulders, shaking of her hands, had been caused by a wetness, just not the one Anita had thought.

Brian's mind had gone straight for the gutter as soon as his girlfriend had suggested he take Y/N to her room, imagining her creamy legs thrown over his shoulders, cunt pulsing against his tongue. Fuck, he needed to stop, his jeans were tight enough as it was without the added strain of a swollen cock.

Clearing his throat, Brian slaps a smile onto his face, turning to Y/N, extending his arm for her to take.

"You heard the missus love, let's get you out of those wet clothes. "

He wasn't sure if he had genuinely meant for his words to sound so suggestive, but when he looks over at Y/N 's face and sees the scarlet blush covering her skin, Brian can't help but send the young woman a wink, unaware that he had just managed to decreased her life expectancy by a good 7.4 months.

Trying to act completely unaffected by Brian's actions, Y/N happily accepts his arm allowing him to lead her up the trail from the pool towards the house. The back of the house was just as gorgeous as the front, the Tudor style architecture even more grand than the bits in the front. Looking up just a little, Y/N gives Brian a gentle, somewhat shy, smile.

"I absolutely adore your house Mr. May, the style is one of my favorites."

Gaining just a bit more confidence, Y/N allows herself to scoot closer to Brian, until her hip is right against his as they ascend the stairs. The action seems innocent enough, but Brian knows differently, he's seen this move countless times over the years, and seeing this beautiful young woman, who he absolutely should not be thinking of in the way that he was, use it? While excited that she might not mind him being so close and intimate, he's still felt a bit disgusted and ashamed of himself for thinking the things he was..

Still, her innocent little compliment about the house made him smile down at her, canines grazing his bottom lip as he does so.

"Thank you dear. It's not too shabby, four walls and a place to lay my head down at night."

The two share a little laugh as they enter the house, Y/N reluctantly removing herself from his side so he could open the door for her.

"I'd say it's a bit more than four walls Mr. May, it's absolutely stunning, and I can only hope to live somewhere like this one day."

She's not actively trying to butter him up, but when Y/N sees the slight blush on his face at her compliments, she can't help it.

Brian knows he's as red as a beet, he can't even hide it, but the young woman's compliments were just having an effect on him that he didn't foresee. He wanted her to keep giving him compliments, to keep paying him as much attention as humanly possible.

The older man shoots Y/N a wink, bending over to grab her suitcase from the kitchen floor where she's dropped it when Emily had come barreling into her. Y/N tries to protest, insisting that she's perfectly capable of carrying her own bag, which Brian simply smiles at.

"Oh I have no doubt about your abilities my dear, but my Mum didn't raise me to allow a young lady to carry her own luggage."

He gives her a gentle smile, walking back over to her and placing his hand on the small of her back, lightly pushing her in the direction of the stairs. The two are quiet during the walk to the stairs, Y/N too busy trying not to pass out to speak. Brian, however, is desperate to learn more about the young American.

"So love, Jimmy said you're an Archaeology student? How in the world did you pick that up living all the way across the pond? "

He's genuinely curious, Y/N can tell, and that makes her heart feel as if it's going to burst right out of her chest. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, she smiles brightly, a small laugh escaping from her throat.

"My mom is a history professor at the university back home, and when I was younger she took me to Scotland because she was supervising on a dig, and I just fell in love with it. Medieval archaeology is a lot less explored than classical, so that gives me a whole world of possibilities. There's just so much history that we've yet to unearth, and god, there's just so many stories that haven't been told yet. There's something about being the first person to hold an object in hundreds of years that just makes me tingle. "

Y/N was so focused on her little spiel about archaeology that she didn't notice Brian's intense gaze, because if she had, she probably would've melted into the floor.

If Brian had thought that he was infatuated with this young woman before, hearing her speak so passionately and intensely about Archaeology, seeing the sparkle in her she when she mentioned telling the stories of the forgotten, he was thoroughly invested now. She wasn't just a pretty face and an incredible body, no, she was intelligent, articulate, a scholar, just like him, and it only made him want her more.

She looked up at Brian when she finished speaking, heart pounding when she noticed the look he's giving her. Laughing bashfully, Y/N runs a hand through her hair, wincing just a little in embarassment.

"God, I sound like such a nerd don't I?"

Y/N had always been insanely self conscious about her intelligence, and had been greatly admonished for flaunting it when she was younger, and did God's sake she was talking to Brian May, one of the most intelligent men alive.

Brian only laughed lightly, reaching over to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm a nerd too love, so you're in good company."

Letting his hand fall down to her shoulder, Brian clears his throat, a little taken aback by his own actions. Y/N just smiled at his touch, heart still beating wildly.

"You're just being sweet Mr. May..."

She trails off, hands clutching the corners of the towel around her shoulders, her fingers dangerously close to his.

Brian's breath hitches in his throat, eyes never leaving hers. He knows that he could stay like this all day, staring into her eyes. They were gorgeous, just like everything else about her, so innocent and full of curiosity, he wanted nothing more than to see them wide underneath him as he fucked deep and fast inside of her, making them clench shut in pleasure as he brought her to her peak...

"Um, why don't I show you your room yeah? That way we can get you out of those wet clothes."

He's desperately trying to suppress the feelings that he was experiencing, wanting to just put Y/N in her room so that he could just breathe. Moving his hand back down her back, Brian smiles down at Y/N, pushing her gently up the stairs ahead of him.

Y/N let out a small laugh, nodding her head before heading up the stairs, swaying her hips a bit more than she usually would've, but who could blame her? She had her childhood crush, a goddamn rock legend, behind her, leading her up the stairs of his home. Plus, the wet fabric of her dress was tight against her ass, so she knew that Brian was getting a show.

Brian had to bite his bottom lip to keep from letting the moan that threatened to escape out, his eyes trained to Y/N's ass as his hand gripped the handle of her suitcase so hard his knuckles turned white. Fucking hell, her ass looked like it was made for him, fat and jiggling with every step. Her hips were swaying just enough to tease him, making his cock swell in his skinny jeans, fuck he should've worn something less constricting.

Thankfully it doesn't take too long to reach the top of the stairs, and Y/N halts her movements, waiting for Brian to reach her and guide her to her room. Originally, Brian had thought to have her stay in the room beside Louisa's, but now that he's met her, now that he was fully lusting over her... He wanted her closer. Smiling down at her, Brian takes the lead, walking one door down from him and Anita's room, pushing the door open with his hip.

"Here we are love, home sweet home."

Y/N laughed lightly at Brian's words, taking in the room. The bed was large, way larger than her own bed back in York, light colored wooden drawers lined the wall, and a beside table of the same material was on the right side of the bed. It was obviously a guest room, but it was still extremely nice, and Y/N felt perfectly at home.

"Its beautiful Mr. May, thank you so much for letting me stay here, you have no idea how much it means to me."

She was being as sincere as humanly possible, even without the obvious interest that Brian had taken in her that made her heart and cunt throb, the fact that Brian had been so welcoming and open with her made Y/N feel extremely happy and less homesick.

Brian let's out a happy sigh at her words, placing her suitcase on the bed before sitting down on the bed and patting the spot beside him, beckoning her to join him. Y/N happily accepts and has to stop herself from practically running to him, gently sitting down beside him, hands in her lap. Her obvious interest in him made Brian feel young again, made his hands sweaty and his brain foggy.

It also made him feel far bolder than he usually would have.

Reaching over, Brian takes Y/N's hand in his, turning it over so her palm was facing the ceiling, before tracing his fingers over the soft skin, eyes trained on his movements.

"You don't have to thank me love, you're Jimmy's best friend, he loves you as much as he loves Lou and Em, so I as far as I'm concerned, you're family.."

His voice is soft and assured, just like his movements against Y/N's skin.

"Although, I have to admit, if I'd known how stunning you were, I would've asked Jimmy to bring you around sooner..."

He knows that he's being inappropriate, that she might not take his advances in the way he was hoping, but he had to try, wanted to try...

Y/N is in shock at his actions and words, not a bad shock, just, pure and genuine shock. His calloused fingertips feel like heaven on her palm, movements gentle and deliberate.

"I-I.. stunning? Mr. May, I'm n-,"

She isn't even able to finish her statement before Brian's lips are on her neck, featgerlight movements causing the young woman to let out a qtuiet whimper.

"Brian... Call me Brian, Y/N."

His hands move to her thigh, thumb rubbing circles onto the delicate skin as he moves back, standing up off of the bed, smirking at the noise of surprise that escapes Y/N's mouth.

"B-Brian..."

Her voice is weak, eyes wide in desperation, begging for him to continue. He'd given her a taste of him, a fraction of what was to come, and as much as she liked what she got, she hated being teased.

Brian smirks, leaning forward, hands on either side of her thighs, eyes dark and full of mischief. As much as he wanted to just go ahead and fuck her into next week, he knew he couldn't, at least not here... Not now.

Placing a kiss to her cheek, closer to her lips than her cheek, Brian stands straight up, walking towards the door, speaking loudly, as if to throw the scent off of what the compromising position they'd just been in.

"Dinner will be ready soon love, I'll send Jimmy to get you when it's finished. Mine and Anita's room is right next to you, so if you need anything tonight, don't hesitate to ask."

His voice lowers, more intimately.

"Absolutely anything..."

Sending Y/N a wink, he taps the door frame and walks from the room, still smirking widely. Y/N is breathless on the bed, completely dumbfounded by what had just happened.

She somehow manages to change out of her dress and brush her hair, slipping on a new bra and underwear under a yellow sundress. Her eyes are still wide, breathing shaky when Jimmy comes.to get her for dinner, not even noticing how shook his best friend was.

Dinner went by without a hitch, Brian was relatively silent, stealing small glances at Y/N while she laughed and joked with his kids, throwing her head back in laughter every time Jimmy would bring up something regarding some party in Nottingham. He didn't hear a damn thing regarding the party, focused solely on the creamy skin of her neck, remembering how soft it was under his lips, imagining how it would feel to sink his teeth into it...

He was so focused on his fantasies that he didn't notice the four run off upstairs as soon as they'd placed their dishes in the sink, only becoming aware of their absence when Emily came bounding back down the stairs, running out the patio door dressed in her swimsuit, followed by her brother and sister, and finally Y/N.

His head pops up when he hears her asking Anita if she needed any help with the dishes, his mouth going dry when he takes in her appearance.

She'd changed out of her sundress, and into a black one piece that accentuated every single curve of her body.

Anita had adamantly refused to allow the young woman to help any, stating that Brian was washing the dishes tonight, and that guests didn't do household chores, which made Y/N chuckle before she nodded her head and headed out of the patio door, turning around to steal a final glance at Brian, smirking as she noticed the deep blush on his chest.

He had always liked having the window over the sink overlooking the pool, in the past it had given him the ability to keep an eye on the kids, which gave him a sense of security. However, it was now only giving him a fucking hard on as he watched Y/N play in the pool.

Brian knew this was wrong, knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way, that he shouldn’t be looking at his son’s 20 year old best friend in the way he was... But seeing her straddling the diving board of the pool, her fat ass barely being contained by the black one piece she was wearing, her thick thighs jiggling every time she laughed and threw her head back.. the way her breasts.. god, her large, perfect, delicious breasts seemed to spill out of the top of the nylon fabric..

It was a wonder he hadn’t cum in his pants yet, just watching her swim and play around with his daughters.. it was borderline perverse, he was SPYING on her.

That’s not how it had started out, but the dishes had been washed and rinsed for going on 20 minutes, and the whole time he has just been stood at the window, slack jawed and leaking cum all over the silky fabric of his athletic shorts that he had changed into after their encounter in the guestroom.

The straw that ended up breaking the camels back for Brian, what caused him to break down and sprint to the bathroom to take care of himself before anything embarrassing happened, was Y/N standing up off of the diving board, bending over in a mock bow before jumping straight into the water, laughing loudly as she swam over to the ladder, stepping up out of the pool... water dripping down her body, her PERFECT body.. curvy waist, hips that Brian was desperate to bruise with his fingertips, tits that were begging for his mouth, thighs that he needed to smother him while he feasted on her cunt, an ass that deserved to be spanked raw.. all covered and dripping in water, teasing Brian, making him feel progressively more horny with every drop he could see fall between the valley of her breast, and as such, made him feel progressively more disgusted with himself..

But he didn’t care, he wanted Y/N, needed her, but he couldn’t have her.. not right now at least... his hand would have to do for the time being, until he could get her properly.. and based on the teasing wink she sent his way through the window, it wouldn’t be too long now.You

Outside, Y/N had been putting on a show for Brian, trying her best to make herself appear as appealing as possible on the diving board. When she pulled herself out of the pool, her eyes immediately went to the window, a wide smile pulling at her features when she sees Brian move from her view after she sends him a wink.

Her mom had raised her to be bold, to go after what she wanted, and that's exactly what she did.

Turning her head towards the four people at the pool, Anita had joined them a few minutes after Y/N had walked outside, the young woman quickly mentions running inside to go to the bathroom. Jimmy made a comment about just going behind the bushes, to which Louisa had thrown a beach ball at his head for.

Y/N chuckled and ran towards the house, excitement and anticipation building in her stomach, the feeling bubbling over when she closed the patio door behind her. Heading up the stairs, she tip toes towards the closed restroom door, mouth dropping slightly as she heard the obscene and obvious noises of Brian jerking off inside. Smirking, an idea popped into her head, so she ran off to her room, grabbing her discarded underwear before returning to her spot beside the door, eagerly waiting for

Inside the restroom Brian was lost in his pleasure, one hand wrapped firmly around his aching cock, shorts not even pulled down, his cock simply pulled out above the waistband. His other hand was clutching the counter top hard, eyes clenched tightly shut as he imagined that his hand was Y/N's tight cunt clenching around him. He runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, letting out a small whimper at the immeasurable pleasure he was feeling. Yes, he was absolutely disgusted with himself, jacking off to the image of his son's 20 year old best friend coming apart underneath him, her head thrown back in ecstasy as his cock hammered in and out of her.. But he didn't fucking care. He and Anita hasn't been doing too well recently, and as such, he'd not had sex in quite a few months. But, even without the issues with Anita, Brian was certain that he would still be in the same position; his cock throbbing in his hand as he threatened to spill his seed into the sink of his bathroom.

It didn't take him very long before his balls tightened painfully, and rope after rope of hot cum spurred from his cock, painting the grey marble of the sink white as snow. The noises that came from his mouth were absolutely pathetic, whiny and bitch like, and his knuckle was white against the counter as he bent over, milking his cock for all it was worth.

He takes a moment to steady his breathing, to come down from his high, before he sits up, tucking his softening, still throbbing cock back into his shorts. Gazing in the mirror as he washes out the sink, Brian is almost embarrassed at what he sees. His face is flushed, chest and shoulders as well, eyes wet with the tears of pleasure that had escaped from them when he came. He looked thoroughly fucked.

Sighing, Brian finishes cleaning out the sink, wiping his hands off as he takes a deep breath, steadying his breathing before he unlocks the door and swings it open, letting out a small gasp of shock when he sees Y/N standing across the hall from the bathroom, dripping wet, smirk on her face as she takes her eyes up and down Brian's body.

Fucking hell, he looked so good, Y/N's mouth was practically watering at his flustered appearance. Giving herself a mental pep talk, she pushes herself off the wall, one hand behind her back as she approaches the older man.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Mr. May, I didn't mean to scare you..."

She was quicker than Brian had been expecting, her arms wrapping around his waist, lips crashing into his bruisingly.

He let out a strangled moan, his own hands coming to rest on her face, cradling her cheeks in them, pulling her even closer to him, wanting to feel every single inch of her against his body. He had barely gotten the chance to his her back before she pulled away, smirking up at him as she leaned up again, teeth grazing his earlobe as one of her hands lowers to his ass, squeezing his cheeks before brushing them forward, slipping a hand into one of his front pockets, her lips never leaving his skin.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to keep kissing him, to shove him into the bathroom and ride his cock with enough force to break the porcelain of the toilet...but, she wanted to draw this out, to tease him like he had teased her earlier in the day.

Pulling away from him she tucks her panties in his pocket, letting her hand brush over his cock as she removes it, leaving the panties behind.

Taking great pleasure in the look of sheer shock and amazement on Brian's face when he pulls the red fabric from his pocket, Y/N bites her lip, brushing her hand through his hair, her eyes trained on his shorts, before she jumps away from him, moving to walk back down the stairs when Louisa calls up to her asking if she's okay.

"Yeah Lou! I'll be down in just a sec!"

Y/N smirks at Brian one final time, descending the stairs as she speaks.

"You might want to wash your pants Mr. May... You've made a bit of a mess." His eyes are still wide, breathing even more erratic, and his cock, his fucking cock was hard again, almost like he hadn’t JUST washed a bucket load of his own cum down the bathroom sink. Bringing the red fabric to his nose, he breathes in deeply, groaning as he smells Y/N’s most intimate scent. Turning on his heel, he reenters the bathroom, locking the door behind him before stepping into the shower, repeating his previous action which much more furious and desperate movements, her panties flush against his face. Yeah, he was properly fucked. Tags: @meddows-taylors @toomuchlove-willkillyou @brianmayoucease @leah-halliwell92 @goodoldfashioned-rogerboy @rogertaylors-lipgloss @mariekuuuuuh @unofficialbillnye @stephydearestxo @danamaleksworld @dereones98 @glasgowkisschelseasmile @awkwardangelshezza @bellamy1998 @psychosupernatural @warren-lauren @womanwithahotdogstand @oujiacallme @simonedk @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla @sam-mercurry-sixx @horrorsinwonderland

#brian may #queen #brian may x reader #1998 brian may #queen fanfiction #brian may x you #brian may fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody imagine #brian may imagine #queen x you #queen x reader #my writing

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Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 3

Crime Alley, Seven Years Ago

The instant 13-year-old Jason Todd saw the blood rushing out of the girl that his buddy had just shot, he knew it was wrong. The shopkeeper of the shop they were robbing was doing the right thing, pressing on the wound hard while screaming at the phone with EMTs. Hopefully the girl would make it - so Jason hoped as he chased after his buddy Chris. His 'buddy', air quotes included. Chris had promised that the gun would be empty. Instead it spat out a bullet right to the girl's chest.

They had ran, scared. But Chris was no match for Jason and he caught up easily.

"You promised the gun would be empty, Chris! You said it was all about the money!" he growled as he punched Chris, again and again and again. "You lied!"

"Stop it, boy!" an adult voice barked, caught his arms, and bodily lifted him up.

"I'm just...!" he sputtered. "He-- he shot the girl and I'm... I'm... he shouldn't hurt anyone ever again!"

"Yeeeah..." the cop who hoisted Jason away drawled, "...doesn't look like he can hurt anybody now, does he? Dispatch, get me the medic to the alley a few blocks from the shop..." he added, calling into his walkies. "The girl will be okay, kid."

"It's not... he shouldn't..." Jason swallowed around the lump in his throat. "She's someone's daughter..."

"Ain't we all. So how about you come with me, now..." the cop was not threatening. But Jason knew better. Gotham City's cops are not to be friendly with, not especially for people like him. Not especially when he looked like he'd been beaten up on top of having beaten up someone else.

So he dodged the cop and hightailed it out of there, ignoring the yells and skipped left and right and up the fire stairs and into opened windows and door and get out the other side. He was still huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath, when he realized that he'd made good gains on the cop - obviously too rotund and not designed or trained to do a little jogging.

It had been nearly three months since his mother died and left him alone to fend for himself. Yesterday, he had gone and actually helped someone - a pretty black-haired lady - from attackers. He had bricked one of the stealthier attackers that the lady did not see. She then taught him how to punch in a way that would not hurt his wrists - in case there are no bricks in the future where he would find himself in the same situation.

He had not used the punch on Chris, largely because it was rather specific and Jason was rather frantically angry while he was punching Chris. The woman had said that the punch would eliminate evil from within someone. Or was it immortality? Regardless, he was pretty certain that Chris was not immortal - he seemed pretty shocked and in pain from Jason's punches.

He wondered what would happen if he'd punched Chris and it had been the 'evil' in him that got away. What would evil look like, Jason pondered inwardly. Would it look like an ugly monster, or a shiny pretty devil? Or is there no evil and just Chris himself? Would Jason have killed Chris if the 'evil' turned out to be his soul? What would that make Jason, then - evil, too?

Jason finally slumped down as he leaned on the walls, feeling the immense weight of his remorse. It was his fault. He shouldn't have agreed with Chris to rob the convenience store. But he needed money, and convenience stores would always have money. It was supposed to be empty, too, and it was his fault that he didn't check to see if the store was empty or not.

"You have seen the error of your ways, I presume."

He would have jumped in surprise if he had not recognized the voice. The lady again. The black-haired, pretty lady from yesterday who rode a really fancy motorcycle that she had left in an alley - unlocked and didn't even occur to her that someone could haul it away within seconds. It was until Jason saw her fighting a good dozen of people in ninja suits - the comical movie ninja uniforms in all black and head scarves and all; not actual stealth suits like the history books would describe - that he realized that this lady was not concerned for her bike. She probably could beat up whoever-stupid-enough-to-take-the-bike to pulp.

Much worse than what Jason did to Chris.

"The girl... she shouldn't have gotten shot. Chris was just... He just did it for the sake of it..." Jason muttered. A drop of tear fell from his eyes, and he brushed it off brusquely. "I'm not... she didn't even do anything..."

The lady stood in front of him, bending a little to look at his face. She was still quite young - probably about her early 20s. Her eyes were green, Jason noted, looking rather crystalline even in the dim lighting of the alley. "You are pure at heart, boy, but your journey cannot begin here." she said. "Come! Let us clean you up and perhaps get some calories into you. Allow me to lead that good heart toward its righteous place."

A small voice in the back of his head warned him that there are bad people who would take young children like him - boys or girls - and sell them off to be prostitutes.

But then again, what difference would it make for him, anyway? He was already selling himself some. Maybe with this woman as his pimp, he would at least get some form of protection.

He was still worried, even after a week of lavish and luxurious hotel rooms across the Eastern Seaboard, in which the lady - Talia, that was her name - had set him up in while she "tends to business." He was not being sold, yet. Probably was still being groomed to be sold to the highest bidder or whatever.

Either way, Jason tried hard to mind his manners. This lady could be his meal ticket out of hell, --or the embodiment of Charon and would personally deliver him to Hades. Whatever. Things looked nicer than back in Gotham, anyway. There were plenty of books and internet and reading materials for him to spend his time with; and then food and nice clothes that looked simple, yet he knew each piece would have paid his old apartment's rent for a good several months. Plus the travel. Jason knew that he would need something called a 'passport' to get out of the country; but he never seen or know whether he has one or not. The travel used private jets, he and Talia would simply walk through a private airport, get into a private jet, and off they go. Jason only knew where they were because the pilot would call out the name of the airport and country they would land in before actually landing.

When they finally arrived at where Talia claimed to be 'home', a small child of about three years of age toddled toward her gleefully just as they went past the massive front door that Jason tried so hard not to gawk on.

"This is my son, Damian," Talia introduced. "You shall teach him the ways of the world out there, yet under no circumstances will you take him in person out of these gates; am I clear?"

After the lavish and luxurious things he had seen in the past two weeks, Jason had come to a conclusion that Talia is a very, very rich woman. Her warning about not leaving the gated complex that is located somewhere in Africa sounded quite logical to Jason. Hell, even if this place is in the middle of Manhattan, Jason knew he still would not want to get out; not especially with a toddler. Not unless they're in a fully armored vehicle with about a dozen of armed guards, maybe. "I get it." he replied. "Where shall I start?"

Talia nodded. "First, we dine. And then you may rest for the remainder of the day. Tomorrow morning, you shall start your training. I would also prefer my son's caretaker to be adept, not just smart."

"Sounds good to me." Jason remarked. "Thank you, for everything. I mean... for trusting me and all..." he added, feeling a little embarrassed at his lack of manners.

Talia's glare at him seemed a little sad. "Once upon a time, Jason Todd, I had wished for someone to be the ultimate warrior; the strongest of them all... My Champion. Alas, he was not to be. And then you walked in to my life." she said. "You shall be the strongest of them all, and teach my son to be strong at all cost, yes?"

"Definitely." Jason nodded, looking at little Damian - black haired and green-eyed, just like his mother. "We're gonna be good buddies, aren't we, Damian?" he asked the little boy. Damian lifted an eyebrow in a near perfect imitation of Talia's haughty glare, changed the glare's direction toward his mother, and back at Jason.

"You shall be more than buddies, Jason," Talia gave him a wry smile. "For now, let us dine. Father might join us later for supper.”

#Jason Todd #Talia Al Ghul #Damian Wayne #Red Hood #Robin #JayTim #Batless

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Billy: P: (7, 15, 23), P/F: (4, 6), L: (4), F: (1, 6, 8), DL (2, 9)

I was half tempted to go with THAT OTHER Billy...but we’ll go with I See You:

Personality 7-What makes him laugh out loud?

Before things fell apart- joking with the guys in his unit, Frank telling him he needs to settle down, you calling him on some random day and singing Happy Birthday, you telling him about some ridiculous date you’d gone on, stand up comedy- he’s not one to watch a show or a movie really, but he enjoyed a good comedian.

After things fell apart- nothing, yet. (but probably Ike.)

15- What are his biggest secrets?

Well... he just spilled ‘em to you. But there’s one more secret that’s yet to come out, and that’s about the whole Frank clause in the terms and conditions of his contract with being alive. You know... the whole “i’m watching you and you better not sneeze outside of NYC”? yeah that’s not really a secret but its something you don’t know yet...

But something much more innocent? Billy never learned how to ride a bike and he’s a little embarrassed about it so no one knows that about him.

23-What are his pet peeves?

A messy living space. Even now, in the tiny little shoebox he pays cash for, his very few possessions are always in order, and everything is always clean. That military precision is still there in a lot of things that he does.

He also CANNOT stand anyone who thinks they are better than him (even though he’s pretty self depreciating sometimes.) It’s like when someone makes fun of your sibling- you get to do it but no one else.

Past & Future 4- What is the most offensive thing he ever said?

Ugh it’s bad but... once when he was trying to get a woman to leave and she was trying like hell to get him to let her stay, he threw a couple bills at her and told her that he’d paid her double what she was worth so she better GTFO. it was $6.

Alternatively, when he said that he never had anyone, right before Frank fucked his world up, that was the most offensive thing he’d ever said and felt offended by. Because he had you. He knew he did. And then he let you go... and he had no one again... and it hurt.

6- What was his first kiss like?

Oh boy. It was after school one day in sixth grade, and he’d had his eye on this girl Josie (short for Josephine, and she used to get teased for her name. Billy thought it suited her, and he liked it.) for a while. She was tall and lanky like Billy, with long shiny hair that she usually wore in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. There was a dance coming up that week, and no one had asked her. Billy hadn’t planned on going. In fact, he didn’t. Neither of them did. Because when he bumped into her rounding a corner after staying late for detention one day (he was a smart ass to one of his teachers...like chronically) and saw her wiping her eyes, he ended up walking her to her bus stop and she ended up telling him that it was stupid , the reason that she was crying...but that it was because she was hoping that he’d ask her to the school dance. He laughed and gave her what would eventually turn into that charming smile of his (when he’d fixed those crooked teeth) and told her that he didn’t dance, but that he’d like to take her to the movies or something. and then, being awkward 6th graders roughly 20 something years ago, she said “it’s okay if you wanna kiss me, Billy” so he did. (thank goodness he didn’t have braces on his crooked teeth, because Josie did.)

Love 4- When did he last have sex? Oh man. It was a few weeks before the carousel. He knew things were starting to ramp up, so he figured he better get one last bang in before focusing entirely on ending things with Frank. It was with that same girl that he called “nothing but a nice piece of ass in a tight dress”. Because of course she came back that easy. So... a pretty long time, especially for Billy.

So... the next time should be something.

Favorites 1- What is his favorite animal?

When he was a kid and he’d go on group trips to the zoo, he always like the hippos. They don’t look deadly, but they are. They’re more than just blobs with big mouths. Just like he was more than just a skinny kid with no family.

But as he got older, he found that he was more drawn to jungle cats. They move silently, stalking their prey, they’re fearless hunters, and they’re strong and powerful- all the things he tries to be.

6- What is his favorite color?

Pewter gray, or gunmetal, that blueish tint when the light hits it just right.

Also, orange.

8-Favorite food?

Sloppy Joes. A lot of things about growing up in the group home were shitty. But Thursday night Sloppy Joes were not one of those shitty things, and he continued to enjoy them as he got older. Billy doesn’t like untidiness... but he’s fine with getting messy when he eats. He likes wings, too.

Daily Life 2- Does he have any allergies?

Dust. Which is part of why his living space is always clean. Otherwise he’s a sneezing mess. And ragweed. He was always sniffling as a kid, especially in the field they would play ball in. But as an adult he’d take allergy medication because he had no time for runny noses.

9-What is his alcoholic drink of choice?

Billy likes a good old fashioned if he’s getting a cocktail. If its just liquor, he likes a smokey whisky with a splash of water, and if he’s drinking beer its a lager. He doesn’t like to get too drunk, because he doesn’t like feeling like he’s not in control. But when he does get too drunk? Oh man. You’ll see.

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Two Guys and a Baby: Day 6

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“We’re not a—” Crowley started. “We’re not his—” Ezra cut off. Crowley blessed under his breath that he didn’t finish that. He sighed. “We’re just looking after him.”

Or, Anathema talks to Ezra and Crowley catches a breather.

Chapter 8 of 20 Ongoing 2376 words Romance/Humor

‘Obviously he loves you enough to not want to risk what you have.’

Even on the next morning, miss Device’s words still haunted Ezra’s mind. What on Earth was that supposed to mean? That Anthony doubted he had what it took to be romantically involved with Ezra? Or worse, that Anthony doubted Ezra had what it took to be romantically involved with him?

Was it his family, perhaps? Anthony never mentioned aunts, uncles or cousins. Just him, his mother, rest her soul, his sister and her family. Ezra knew firsthand that Anathema would be thrilled to bits, and with how involved Anthony was in raising the girl he couldn’t imagine her mother would have much of an issue with it. In fact, if memory serves, it was only her father who was… ‘opposed’ to uncle Tony being around as often as he was, which had led to a swift and merciless divorce.

Or was it Ezra’s family? They were… something. Not in touch as much as of late, for one. And they were… they didn’t… well… For all his jabs at his family, Anthony hadn’t spoken a single lie about them.

The magazine, by now, was placed carefully back in the rack. Now that he knew Anthony was quite definitely into him, there was no need for it anymore. Taking its place behind the counter was Ezra’s journal, in which he had written Anathema’s messages in his meticulous handwriting. If he could only… only… do what, exactly? Ezra had never been in a relationship before. He doubted he ever properly courted before! No. Don’t panic. Take a deep breath. There we go.

After all, if Anthony wasn’t going to be able to keep a level head about this, Ezra would have to.

What snapped Ezra out of his thoughts wasn’t the bell of his shop ringing, as he was still occupied with his journal. It wasn’t the fall of heavy boots against the floorboards, walking up to the counter, either. Instead, it was a young, chipper “Hi Ezra!”

He nearly flung his journal across the bookshop. “M-Miss Device!” he greeted nervously, gripping the book ever so slightly more tightly. “I, uh… may I ask what you’re doing here?”

“Hm… I was gonna say that I passed by on my way to school so I figured I’d pop in real quick before continuing on my way, but I actually took a four block detour to get here… I’m actually here to check up on you,” Anathema said with an apologetic look on her face.

Ezra frowned. “Who? Me? Whatever for?”

The girl’s eyes widened and she pressed her lips together in an awkward line. “I may have told my mum about last night and she said… well… I didn’t stop to consider that kind of knowledge might freak you out and put you off to uncle Tony forever, and I don’t want that. I’m sorry.”

He laid the book back down. “If I’m completely honest, it did ‘freak me out’ a little, but I accept your apology,” he said softly. “It’s a little embarrassing, really, but I spent the better part of a decade wondering if he felt the same for me, especially the last two years, just… dreaming about it, fantasizing about it, and now I just know, and I can’t tell you how strange that feels.”

“But you should have heard it from him, not me! Wait—” Anathema frowned and glanced up at him, leaning further over the counter. “What do you mean, ‘especially the last two years’?”

“We-well, you see, there was this, uh, well, I wouldn’t call it an ‘incident’ per say, perhaps something closer to an ‘occurence’—”

“I’m not here to discuss semantics, Ezra. What did he do?”

“I mean, it wasn’t so much what he did do—”

“Mr. Fell, please.”

“We almost kissed and then he never contacted me again until he got Adam! There. Are you happy now?”

Anathema looked up at him with eyes like saucers and an incredulous grin quirked at the corners of her mouth. “You guys did what?”

“You heard me, young lady.”

“I’m sorry about the way uncle Tony dealt with it, though. I mean, I know he’s awkward, and he did say he hadn’t spoken to you in ‘a while’, but I didn’t think ‘a while’ would be two full years.”

“Oh Anathema…” the man sighed. “That’s very kind of you, but you know that’s not necessary.”

“I mean, I guess, but…”

“No buts and certainly no apologies. Now, shouldn’t you be getting to school?”

“I should,” Anathema mumbled as she backed off from the counter. “I guess I’ll see you around then.” And with that, she was gone.

When Crowley entered the bookshop that morning, there was something different about the way it felt. As if the very atmosphere in the shop had changed. It was like someone had opened a window in a room that was dusty and stuffy and had been long since closed up, and then promptly shut it again. He glanced at Adam, sitting on his arm. He didn’t seem to notice anything was different. And Ezra was seated behind the counter, as always, so Crowley decided to pay it no mind.

The man still had his nose buried in that leatherbound journal of his, and his eyebrows seemed to force their way together until they twitched. He probably hadn’t even heard Crowley come in.

He pouted. Not because he was particularly disappointed that Ezra, even now, didn’t seem to notice his presence, but because one of these days some scoundrel was going to walk in here and shoplift all of the books, and there would be Hell to pay for it.

Quietly, Crowley walked up to the counter, sneaking a closer look at Ezra. His chin leaned in the palm of his left hand, while he held the book in the right. His intent gaze was fixed so firmly on the pages that Crowley was sure he would blush like a schoolgirl, should he ever find himself at the receiving end of it. And he did.

Ezra’s eyes flitted up from the book, fixing that intent gaze on Crowley, before he scrambled to put the journal down behind the counter in a panic. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you were here!”

The fussiness had been charming. Cute, even. But the look in his sky-blue eyes had already made Crowley’s blood run cold and his face run hot, and for a few seconds, it felt like his very heart had stopped beating.

“Oh,” Crowley said flippantly as he ignored every signal his body gave him. “No biggie."

“If you say so, my dear,” Ezra said, smiling his awkward smile that phased into fondness as he stood up to gently pet at Adam’s head. “Good morning, Adam.”

Adam giggled and cooed, reaching up for the man’s hand and gripping his thumb.

The boy had, as Crowley had recently discovered, a death grip, which he exerted on many things, but primarily Crowley’s hair. This was why he kept Adam’s grabby little hands an arm’s length away from his head as he put the boy down on the floor to explore the bookshop some more.

“And good morning to you too, of course, Anthony,” Ezra continued when Crowley came back up again, now turning that fond look to him.

Suddenly, the stuffy air of the bookshop seemed to suffocate him. He wanted out. He needed out. But he didn't want to worry Ezra by abandoning him. Again. “You know,” he started, “I was hoping maybe we could take Adam to the park later today…. On your lunch break, maybe? We could just lock the door, cross the street and let him play in the sandbox a little? Maybe push him a bit on the swing?” He saw a small head of golden hair perk up from behind a display table. Crowley couldn’t help but smile.

“Of course, my dear. That sounds like fun,” Ezra said. “But why so nervous?”

“Who? Me? Nervous?” Crowley laughed nervously. “I’m not. I was just… planning the trip while I told you about it. Simultaneously.”

“The trip across the street, you mean?” Ezra asked, exasperation and amusement written all over his face.

“Yes. I don’t see how that’s funny,” Crowley said with the conviction of a soccer mom who was convinced she was wronged by the server bringing her a coke zero instead of a coke light.

People were staring. Had been for the last hour and a half. Of course they were, though. They were two adult, queer men hanging out at a playground with a baby. This was apparently ‘out of the ordinary’, even in central London. Crowley knew he shouldn’t be offended. Adam wasn’t their baby after all, however hard Crowley may be falling for the boy. Well. At least they weren’t the suspicious stares Crowley got walking with Adam alone. They were ‘encouraging’ stares, which were almost just as bad. Because Ezra and him? Nothing between them. No sir. Nothing at all. Well. There was. But it was all one-sided. At least, now that they were outside, he could wear his sunglasses again, and no one would catch him glaring.

Adam was currently enjoying himself in the sandbox of the playground, he and Ezra sat by the edge not too far away, when a girl of about two years old with curly hair galaxies worth of freckles on her face approached him holding a lump of sand and handed it to Adam.

Adam looked at it for a second before apparently deciding his lunch had not been enough and took a bite out of it.

“Adam, no! Spit it out!” Crowley shouted.

Ezra was the first of them out of his seat, Crowley close behind him, running over and scooping Adam into his arms and making the baby spit out the sand.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” called a young woman as she ran up to them and picked up the little girl. “Pippin is very fond of sharing. Like, to a fault.”

Crowley said nothing.

“‘Pippin’?” Ezra asked. He made a face.

“Yes,” the woman answered enthusiastically. “Pippin Galadriel Moonchild. That’s her name.”

Ezra’s face turned to a grimace. The woman didn’t seem to notice.

“Well! Surely Adam is more than happy to meet your little Pippin,” Crowley interrupted before the woman could start to notice.

“Of course,” the woman smiled. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’m Janice, by the way,” she said as she extended her hand.

Crowley took it and shook it. “Crowley. This is Ezra and Adam.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Janice said. “Say, I can’t say I’ve seen you gentlemen around the playground before. Are you new here?”

“Oh no, we’re hardly new here!” Ezra said, seemingly recovered from the shock of that poor girl’s name. “I’ve actually owned the bookshop across the street for a decade now, and I believe Anthony here has lived in London all his life. We’ve simply never had a reason to come to the playground before.”

Janice frowned, before a realization dawned upon her. “Oh yes, I’ve heard adoption can be such a hassle, especially for gay couples and whatnot. Someone really ought to do something about that.”

“We’re not a—” Crowley started.

“We’re not his—” Ezra cut off.

Crowley blessed under his breath that he didn’t finish that. He sighed. “We’re just looking after him.”

The woman suddenly looked extremely uneasy and shifted her daughter on her hip. “I, uh, well—”

“No need to apologize,” Ezra said before she could, placing his free hand on her arm. “It was a very logical conclusion to come to.”

“We-well, yes,” she stammered, “but I shouldn’t have assumed that you were… you know?”

Crowley smiled and put a saccharine tone into his voice. It was probably a good thing Janice couldn’t see what went on behind his sunglasses. “You know what, I’m afraid I don’t. Would you please elaborate?”

Ezra nudged him with his elbow and shot him a warning look, but Janice’s face was growing red now and Crowley was too amused to stop.

“By all means, we’re dying to find out.”

“Actually, I just remembered I have somewhere to be very urgently,” the woman said before power walking away from Crowley, Ezra and Adam. Pippin waved at them until they were out of sight.

“Really, my dear?”

“What?”

“Pippin Galadriel Moonchild,” Ezra sighed as he leaned his head back against the window of the shop’s door. Adam, who had been exhausted after two hours of intense swinging, see-sawing and sandbox scooping in the playground, was currently taking a nap against his chest.

Crowley leaned over him to flip the sign to ‘open’.

“That poor girl. Can you imagine having to go to school with a name like that?”

“Don’t think they go around reading the Lord of the Rings to six year olds nowadays,” Crowley joked. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins from roasting that Janice lady.

“No, but they will find it sooner or later,” Ezra asserted, moving over to sit down in Crowley’s usual spot in the window seat. “Hopefully. I mean, the books are quite good.”

“Only seen the movies,” Crowley quipped. “I hope she becomes best friends with a girl named Mary, tough,” he said with a grin.

“Oh, you devil! And by the way, there was no reason for you to be so mean to that poor woman.”

Giddy laughter escaped Crowley as he made for the kitchenette in Ezra’s apartment, scaling the stairs two steps at a time. “I am underappreciated in my time,” he mock-whined. “I’ll make it up to you! Tea or cocoa?”

“Cocoa, if you don’t mind,” he faintly heard Ezra say.

Crowley cracked his knuckles as he got to work in the tiny kitchen. The fresh air must have done him some good as well. He hadn’t felt this… light in a while. A happiness swarmed in his chest that seemed to make him weightless, all by watching the man he admired so much play with a small child. And thoroughly sassing that woman added to his exceptionally good mood as well.

He felt good. He felt confident.

And, maybe, he felt like he could tell Ezra how he feels.

Just not today.

#fanfic #EN #Good Omens #Ineffable Husbands #human AU

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