#no one fills out a tux quite like this man

[paper-n-ashes]

Adam Driver - Venice Film Festival 2022

#adam driver #adriveredit #Venice Film Festival #white noise #going back to my roots with this set #no one fills out a tux quite like this man #TW: flashing

[writing-for-marvel]

can you do something of steve rogers like you’ve both kinda had feelings for each other but never said anything and one day you went to go hang out with him and caught him jerking off 🫣

Nonnie, you like the idea of Steve jerking off thinking about you and moaning your name? Me too

At Your Service

Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Diplomats Daughter!Fem!Reader

PART 2 > >

Summary: As your bodyguard it’s Steve’s job to look out for you, when you find him in a compromising position, it becomes your turn to look after him.

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, NSFW, masturbation, blowjob, dynamic where Steve is meant to be protecting reader and they catch feelings

Word count: 2.3k (I really did try to keep this short, oops)

A/N: thank you for this inspiration nonnie, I hope you enjoy 💙 banners by @maysdigitalarts

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It was hard to sneak glances at someone whose job it was to literally watch your every move. But Steve Rogers was worth attempting to steal glances at.

Even when he wasn’t wearing the tight fitting tux he was currently donning to fit in with the smartly dressed crowd of high ranking officials and diplomats, your personal bodyguard Steve Rogers looked like a god carved from stone.

You had to will yourself not to continually stare at the man, but every now and again, you occasionally allowed yourself the selfish pleasure of a short glimpse.

And even though it was his job to keep you safe, to watch over you as if his life depended on it, it never failed to make your stomach flip and heart flutter to find him already looking at you.

Steve was always the first to assert that his detail of you was strictly business, purely a job to earn a living. Keeping you safe meant keeping his assignment.

But he could never quite mask the hint of tenderness in his eyes that only existed when he looked at you, and the anxious, desperate need to know you were safe when he lost you in a crowd for five seconds seemed to go well beyond his obligation as purely your bodyguard.

After a long night of shaking hands and faking smiles, all to please your father who only brought you along to give the appearance he was the charming, family man, you trudged from the large function room to your hotel room upstairs for a well deserved night's sleep.

As per protocol, your bodyguard had to perform a sweep of the room upon arrival, ensuring that everything was safe for your stay.

“Make sure you stay away from the windows-” Steve warns, closing the curtains even though it was pitch black in the cool night outside.

“Don’t make myself an easy target, I know.” You finish his sentence knowing his spiel word for word by now, prompting a bashful smile to curve on his lips. There’s a glint of pride in his eyes, as if he was never sure if you were ever listening to his security ramblings, but now knew for certain you had been.

An awkward silence fills the room as neither of you quite know how to bid each other goodnight. You didn’t want to remove the warm blanket of security Steve’s presence never fails to provide.

You always thanked him for his proficiency in protecting you. But a simple thank you didn’t even begin to cover the many ways in which you were grateful for him.

Steve wanted to tell you all night how beautiful he thought you looked, but you’d heard that same praise from every gentleman who greeted you tonight - it wasn’t exactly the refreshing compliment he needed to be able to convey just how much he adored you.

He knew how smart you were, how you could run rings around anyone in attendance this evening with your wit and intellect, and that your role as the good natured daughter was one you were far over qualified for. But you didn’t need an uneducated, glorified chaperone to tell you that.

If there was one thing Steve Rogers was certain about, it was that he would never be good enough for you. Only in his dreams did he deserve you.

So, instead of voicing aloud the continuous stream of praises he had overtime come to think of you, he settled for a simple “I’ll be right next door if you need me.”

“Thank you.” You want to sound more eloquent than the same words you always used to commend him after each of his assignments, but no string of words you could think of in this moment seemed to truly encapsulate how highly you regard him.

Being around him makes it hard to think.

So instead, you rise to your tiptoes, lean over and place a delicate kiss to his cheek. With flushed pink cheeks, Steve flashes you a kind smile before disappearing into the next room, taking your sense of security and your heart with him.

It takes you a couple minutes to escape the elaborate dress you’ve been wearing all day, but finally you’re able to breathe properly again. Putting on some sweats, you’re caught tossing between letting your tiredness consume you and going straight to bed, or if you should take some time to decompress and watch a movie.

However, it’s your name, muttered as a strained moan, which catches your attention as you’re trying to make up your mind.

At first you think you’re imagining it - it’s been a long day and you must be on the brink of delusion with exhaustion. Perhaps going straight to sleep is the best option.

But then you hear it again, coming from the door Steve walked through just minutes prior.

And that’s when you see it - the door slightly ajar.

When you hear your name again, and you know for a fact that it isn’t all in your imagination, your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to take a quick peak before promising to shut the door.

But when your eyes land on Steve’s large figure sitting at the end of the bed, pumping his fist over the largest dick you’d ever seen and hearing your name cascade as moans from his lips, you know you can’t simply shut the door and let him continue by himself in the next room.

If it weren’t for the alcohol in your system from the couple glasses of wine you’d had at the event earlier in the night, you’re not sure you would’ve had the courage to pass the door threshold, but your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, driven by the desire between your legs.

Hearing your name more clearly once you enter his room gives you the boost of self confidence you need to make your presence known. It isn’t until you close the door behind you, the latch clicking, does Steve finally realise you’ve caught him in the act.

The tips of his cheekbones and ears blush bright red as he frantically stuffs his fully erect and leaking cock back into his pants, mumbling an incoherent mess of embarrassed apologies and profanities. His bright, sky blue eyes can’t quite meet yours directly as you approach him near the end of the bed.

“Don’t get shy on me now, Stevie.” You smile flirtatiously. He opens his mouth to apologise again, or perhaps to berate you for waking in on such a private moment, you’ll never know as you interrupt him before he can get a word out.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret-” You drop your voice and lean in closer so he’s able to feel your warm breath against his ear lobe, “I’ve gotten off to the thought of you too.”

The surprise in his eyes, which is also shown as a sharp intake of breath, is quickly drowned out by lust as he surges forward, large hands cupping your face as he kisses you passionately.

The feeling of his soft, plump lips moving against yours is better than anything you’ve ever dreamed of. As his tongue slips into your mouth, your hands roam down his toned body, searching for his thick cock you got a glimpse of earlier.

Before you’re able to get your hands on anything valuable, Steve breaks the kiss, shaking his head as he pulls away.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He states unconvincingly, feebly keeping you at arms length. The glaringly obvious erection in his pants contradicting his words. “My job is to protect you.” He tries to further justify, but he’s doing a terrible job at being convincing.

“So let me thank you for it.”

A timid chuckle is not the response you’re expecting, but there’s a conflict raging like a storm behind Steve’s eyes which you’re much more focussed on relieving. It takes him a moment to muster the courage to decide to speak on his turmoil.

“Princess, you mean a lot more to me than just a quick fuck.” His voice is shy, his eyes vulnerable, as if they are about to shatter like glass.

“Stevie…” There are feelings you’re unable to verbalise, that are left unsaid, only conveyed in a knowing, tender and affectionate glance. “Please, let me help you finish what you started.”

Steve gulps back the nervous lump in his throat before nodding his head. Those same wide, blue eyes that you’re so used to protectively watching over you now keenly observe your every movement as you push him back on the bed, sinking to your knees and tugging his pants down to his ankles by the belt loops.

Just like Steve himself, his dick is gloriously and deliciously large - heavy and exquisitely thick in the palm of your hand. His flushed red tip weeping precum has you licking your lips in anticipation, you can’t wait to finally taste him.

Though you’re unsure if your mouth is capable of taking all of his magnificent length, you’re always up for a challenge.

Placing a couple of teasing kisses to the soft, sensitive skin of the inside of his muscular thigh, moving closer to his twitching cock with each one, you look up at Steve to find his warm gaze watching you with a mixture of endearment and excited anticipation, prompting a surge of devotion to bloom in your chest.

You start by spreading his precum along his slit with your thumb. A tortured whine escapes Steve’s lips as you lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft, and with a smug smirk, knowing that you haven’t even begun the most pleasurable part of the experience, you swirl your tongue around his tip.

As you take him fully in your mouth for the first time, a strained gasp of your name falls past his lips, followed by a rumbling moan from the back of his throat. You keep pushing yourself further down his length, stretching your jaw as wide as it will go, wrapping your hand around what you can’t fit in your mouth.

Steve’s drawn out fuuccckkkkk as you hollow your cheeks and drag your mouth back up his member only spurs you on, determined to take every inch. Slowly swallowing his shaft until his tip hits the back of your throat, you continue the routine until you’re gagging on his entire dick, your throat exquisitely squeezing his tip, your nose nuzzles his pubes, and tears trickle from the corners of your eyes.

“Shit Princess, oh fuck, yes, just like that.” Steve’s hand finds the back of your head to keep you choking on his cock until you gently slap his thighs, the sign you need to pull away for air.

The saliva drooling from your mouth as you draw back makes Steve groan. With this lubrication, you start to pump his member, taking a second to catch your breath, but you’re already obsessed with the feel and taste of his thick cock in your mouth, so once you’re ready, you relax your jaw and begin devouring him again.

When you look up at him through your lashes, meeting his gaze as you sink further down him, the erotic sound he makes goes straight to your pussy, and you can feel the pool of wetness soaking through your panties.

When you start cupping and fondling his balls while simultaneously gagging on his cock, he throws his head back and you know he’s done for.

“Fuck, Princess.” Steve’s breathing is shallow and you can feel his balls start to contract under your light touch. “Please, I’m gonna cum.”

You can tell he’s expecting you to stop so you can tell him where you want him to cum on you.

But there’s not a chance.

You want to taste every part of him, and that includes every drop of his cum. You don’t ease up, continuing to suck the life out of him at a relenting pace until you feel his warm spend shooting to the back of your throat, before you finally give him some relief.

“Holy shit.” Steve sighs as he heaves for air, watching you show him the remainder of his climax on your tongue before swallowing in one gulp.

Even though you’ve just performed a lewd act, your chin covered with your own spittle and have the remnants of dried rivers of tears over your cheeks, originating from the corners of your eyes, Steve still looks at you with warmth and adoration.

“Stay with me tonight?” He asks before you even have the chance to catch your breath from how he’s looking at you. He chuckles at your surprise, before continuing with a smile. “I did say you meant more to me than just a quick fuck, and I meant it.”

You stand up from your position on your knees, never once breaking eye contact, before you lean in to kiss him. You’ve only had one taste, but you’re already addicted to him, needing your fix and wanting to get high on the taste of him any chance he gives you.

Once you’re again mesmerised by how his lips feel on yours, Steve’s phone starts ringing continuously on the bedside table. Reluctantly, he pulls away from you to check on it.

“Shit.” He swears under his breath as he quickly types and sends a message, punctuating it with a large sigh. “There’s been a security breach - I’m sorry but I have to go.” The severe disappointment in both his voice and his eyes makes you feel slightly better about his imminent departure.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He says, rushing to get his trousers back on, but making sure to stop his hurry to give you a sweet kiss before he leaves.

“I’m holding you to that.” You mumble against his lips before you watch him shrug on his tuxedo jacket and head out the door.

Part 2 > >

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[moobble]

You asked for it (Capitano)

!!SMUT UNDER THE CUT!! 

Virgin nb reader, aphrodisiac, oral (receiving), slight mention of overstim, possessiveness 

You wanted nothing more than to tease the high ranking man known as ‘The Captain’. His arrogance made you want to catch him off-guard for starters. Scaring him from around the corner in the quarters, electrocuting him when you’re alone, sometimes even tackling him to the ground. And all of that was to get at least a tiny reaction, a gasp, a groan, a flinch. Yet, nothing of the sort was released. The masked man was as stoic and as rigid as ever.

“Come on, it can’t be that hard!” You kept telling yourself. “This is just try #13604! I can do it! That scum won’t be so confident soon!” You were once again heading up to his room. You were sure he was in a meeting at this time. So sure that you didn’t even need to get a second glance at the schedule assigned to him. It was just a perk as his assistant. 

You were searching for a little something as blackmail. You had no idea where to start, as his room was filled with storage units and whatnot. Upon entering his room, a lovely scent hit your nostrils, making you feel slightly tired. But who were you to give up? Despite the comforting incense and luxurious decorations, you still wanted to get a reaction from the harbinger. 

Starting with his wardrobe. Stepping around the king-sized bed, you opened the dark wardrobe littered with silver accents. Suits and tuxes were hanged up, complete by the few sets of shoes underneath them. You took a closer look inside pockets, unopened boxes and even shoes. To no one’s surprise, there wasn’t anything blackmail worth.

Checking his bookshelves, desk drawers and other places, the only place left was the walk-in closet next to the bathroom. Not wanting to risk anything, you gently opened to closet door and peeked inside. Your eyes were met with darkness. A rather good sign, to be honest. You pushed the light switch to turn on the lights. Seems like the coast is clear. You went inside and started checking out his clothes. Some were designer, some weren’t. Some were ripped and others were polished. Quite bipolar, but it gives him some personality. It’s good to see that at least his clothes were like any other person’s. Yet, this still wasn’t what you were looking for.

It’s getting quite hot in this room. You turned on the AC, hoping to cool off a bit. Does warmth help keep clothes clean? I think I should probably do some research or my own... You deadpanned. A wonderful scent filled the room, making you almost unable to stand. You sat down on the soft cushioned chair in the middle of the room, sweat beads rolling down your skin. “So hot...” You mumbled out, fumbling with the hem of your shirt. You debated on taking your shirt off, still thinking of all the possibilities. Still, not wanting to suffer overheating, you lifted the shirt up and threw it to a far away corner. 

Before the scent could shut down your senses, you hear a click and the AC shut off, making you whine at the increasing heat your body was producing. “Tried to sneak up on me again? Too bad I already knew about your plan.” You heard the deep voice from the entrance. “And you have fallen for my trap. Such a naive little thing you are...” The man chuckled, now closer than before. You could hear every step getting closer and closer to you. “I mean, you should’ve known from the start. Just when you entered. The smell, it was very little, but enough for anyone to tell it was an aphrodisiac.” You tried sitting up, only to be pushed back down. 

“So hot...” You mewled, barely making any sense of the words coming out of his mouth. “Of course, any inexperienced person wouldn’t know of such things. But I, for one, thought you would back away from the scent. Now, you know that I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” Little did you know, some of your attempts at teasing him made his face flush or his breath hitch. This time, the temptation was too much to let you go. Seeing you squirm under his gaze, incoherent words spill from your mouth. “Now all you need to do for me is relax.” 

The much bigger man backed away, waiting for your invitation. “Please,” you quietly begged, pulling your waistband down. You struggled a bit, twisting and turning before you finally got rid of all the clothing articles on your body. “Very well.” The Captain made his way over to you, kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs apart. He got a good look at your glistening intimates, feeling mesmerized by the mere sight of it. You squirmed a bit at his breath hitting the sensitive organ. 

Capitano then let go of your thighs for a moment, unclipping his mask and putting it to the side. His beautiful eyes gazed up at your face as he kissed and licked your inner thighs, teasing you with his smirk as his mouth got closer to your core. He gazed at your eyes longingly before giving your sensitivity a thorough lick. His eyes now focused on it, hands gripping your thighs. His tongue left tiny licks, looking at the facial expressions you were making every time. 

You pleaded for more of his touch until he complied, using his hand. He just looked at the way you reacted under his touch for a moment before returning his mouth to work. Capitano was licking and sucking on your most sensitive body part at this moment, making you unable to think of anything other than the pleasure, the leftover aphrodisiac in the air filling up your body. 

“Come on, cum for me, you pretty little thing.” The harbinger let out a low growl which vibrated throughout your body, finally making you snap. Your body shook, tears rimming from your eyes. “Just you know, I don’t plan on stopping until you’ve passed out.” And he meant it, slowly slithering his tongue inside your hole, still stimulating you, prolonging your pleasure. You were pretty sure everyone in the quarters could hear you. Of course they could, Capitano made sure of that, leaving all the doors open. 

“Won’t stop ‘till everyone knows you’re mine...”

Part 2 maybe??? Written on 2023.04.29 3:35PM

#capitano #thecaptain #genshin impact #genshin #harbinger #genshin harbingers #genshin capitano #capitano smut #capitano x y/n #capitano x reader #harbingercapitano #harbinger capitano #genshinsmut #genshin impact smut

[lvrhughes]

Marry Me | Q. Hughes

pairing: Quinn Hughes x f!reader

summary: Quinn's always been in love with you, but you're getting married.

warnings: angst, marriage?, drinking

word count: 0.6k

italics are flashbacks:)

not my gif!

You’ve been invited to Y/n Y/l/n and…

The name blurred in his eyes, irrelevant. He knew the day would come but he wasn’t ready, knocking the wind out of him as he read it. 

They’d been friends for forever, they were always seen together, it was always Quinn and Y/n. Ellen always knew they’d end up together, yet Quinn never quite got the nerve to ask. 

So they never were, letting her slip through his fingers. Falling in love with someone else while he followed her. 

“Quinn,” Her voice was breathy, sounding of excitement and fear. “You made it.” she grinned, reaching her arms out to tug around his shoulders.

Dragging him down in the process, his arms slipping around her waist, just like it used to be. It was a feeling of peace over Quinn for the moment, before she pulled away back to greeting other guests. 

She had it planned out since they were five. She’d have her granddad preaching the service, she’d have magnolias all over, never too many people. Always thinking to save her dad money, keep everything small, just her and her man. Ellen used to swear how it’d be her and quinn on the isle one day and how he wished that were true now. 

He wore his black suit, standing in the back corner. Tucked away in one of his pockets, his only flask he was given as a joke once. He never planned on using it but it seemed needed today, the strongest whiskey he had filled the flask. 

The music starting, everyone turning to see the groom enter, his tux the perfect shade of bue. Just like she’d always dreamed of.

“Quinn! Come, we’re playing wedding!” 

“What if I don’t want to play?” he teased, holding his ground as the young girl tugged on his wrist. 

“Please? Quinn, you make the best groom!” He never stood a chance, agreeing to her every ask, following her out there to be her pretend groom. 

“Would you ever marry me?” He asked, standing at the fake altar with her. 

“No! I’ve gotta marry my prince charming and you're not him!” The child grinned, imagining her perfect prince waiting for her like the movies. She wouldn’t see how it hurt Quinn, she wouldn’t see that he’d never move on. 

She looked like a princess in person, her dress was exactly the same as the one she dreamed of as a girl, her hair tied just as she wanted. The tears filled Quinn’s eyes quickly, taking a shot of whiskey to cover it up. 

“Love?” He asked, looking at the girl staring out the window. They were sixteen, he’d just gotten his license. What better than a road trip?

“Hmm?” She hummed back, turning to look at him. 

“What's on your mind?”  He asked, pulling into the parking spot of the motel for the night, leaning onto the console when he parked the car.

“I don’t know, just thinkin’”

He knew he shouldn’t, the leaning in was subconscious. Almost kissing her. He freaked out, pulling away the minute he realized what he was doing, shaking his head and the thought away. 

“Let’s get in, huh?” He asked, trying to move on. 

Even from the back row he could see the tears glistening on her father’s cheeks, the tears slipping down her grooms too. 

He was there early, he could go find her. He could get it off of his chest, tell her he still loved her, how he’s always been in love with her. But he won’t.

“Tell her! You know she loved you!” His brother's pleas fall to deaf ears, Quinn mumbling out a reply. 

“I’m not gonna mess it up.” 

He could feel the tears get closer and closer to falling with every step she took, taking more shots of whiskey, try to make it through without crying. 

Yeah she wanna get married, yeah she’s gonna get married, but she ain’t gonna marry me.

#mads writings! #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #hughes #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #nhl x reader #vancouver canucks imagine #vancouver canucks

[flordeamatista]

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗔 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

pairing:  DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

concept: The truth is you wanted him even if it might shake the world, but in the end, he is your world and you are his queen.

word count: 1k

warnings: poetic fluff with cute themes, poetic love-making, fing—ering, semi-public love-balcony love, kisses, hair pulling, age gap, secret relationship,- nickname--( Princess) Lupul alb= white wolf in Romanian

a/n: just a cute daydream because he looked so dilf.

the cute gif and moodboard made by me

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel thank you for letting me scream with you

line divider: @s-tarksintern

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The lines on his skin where your lips rested still evoke a feeling of breathlessness, a spark of the flame that he ignited in you that night.

Whispery murmurs of the night breeze flicker along the pure white curtains as they catch the gleaming moonlight of the night. You can actually see your heels dancing on the marble floor, as you look at your reflection on the floor. 

Your eyes are drawn to the pictures adorning the walls of the mansion's study room. As you are leaving the ballroom to get some fresh air, you’re curious about who the man of the house is. 

Your eyes catch sight of him in his striking portrait, with cerulean eyes fiercely peering into the dark shades. 

You have never seen anyone else quite like him. 

A man in satin and a shiny suit, his hair gelled back, a man in power, a mafia dilf.

Lupul alb

“Fucking him will be a dream, but he seems a bit cocky for my taste.” You hold onto your champagne glass as you draw closer to his portrait.

Heavy steps are heard resonating through the room until they become loud enough to be clearly heard. As you turn around, you see a powerful man in a tux staring at you smolderingly. 

“Here, Princess, have a taste. But, if I taste you, no one will be able to have you but me, the cocky man." a voice behind echo.

Your mouth suddenly dries up. 

His close proximity causes your heart to race. The weight of his stare makes you shudder.

Dropping his sapphire eyes to meet yours, you hesitate to breathe as your body voluntarily moves towards him as if under the sway of the wolf himself, his tight grip tingling your skin. "Is that enough cockiness for you or do I have to ask you what you are doing in my office away from the party?"

Rather than run the world, let's be skin to skin. 

The mafia princess of another territory knows you should stop, even if you are in the arms of a mafia king you desire.

You feel at peace even though it is so dangerous and risky. 

While you are pressed against his balcony, one hand is beneath your dress and the other is between your legs, pressing deeply into your body. Your dress falls down from your right shoulder. 

 The grunts and growls from Bucky with each thrust make you forget that anyone at the party can see you being fucked out. 

His fingers wrap around your wrists, holding them in place as he sloppily kisses your neck and leaves his marks all over. 

Each touch sets you on fire as his kisses fill your skin. The more kisses you receive, the more desperate it becomes to be touched. 

There is a tickling sensation on your skin as his golden bracelet tickles you. He has locked you down for him alone.

When he first saw you in your father's office, you were so innocent and pure. Because of how shy you were, you could not even look at him. The most significant deal in his life was to have access to your sweet body and hear your moans for him alone.

“Shhh, princess, you don't want to get caught with the big bad wolf, do you?”, he bites you on your neck roughly and groans. "I'm going to show everyone that you are mine right here and now." His hips thrust into you slowly.

The moment he saw you in his bed, it was as if your soft sounds, your moans, drew him in even deeper as he craved your innocence, and he kept coming back for more.

It was as if your ragged breath spread clouds over the dark night as you breathed in a silent moan at the full moon and savored each thrust and kiss. 

Feeling intoxicated by his intense sensation, you clutch his dark chestnut hair and shift your hips with his. 

"You're becoming a brat, Princess, and I can fuck the brat out of you." You can feel the heat of his mouth covering yours before he kisses you roughly.

Your eyes rolls to the back of your head as he pulls your chin to blow down on your neck. 

While you are trembling, your heart pounding, and softly screaming his name, a tingle of pleasure sweeps through your body. Your climax is ignited as you hear the stars of the night engulf in pleasure. 

As his trust, he wanted to take hold of every part of you.

Your life depends on it, so you scream loudly so everyone can so everyone can hear who the man making your every wish come true is.

Your heart desires him.

The two of you deserve each other.

Bucky is always called a cold, calculated proud man by the people who see him.

You sigh breathlessly as he caresses your cheek. His thumb rubs over your soft lips. 

In his eyes, you do not see cruelty, but you see eyes that have changed you completely. 

The truth is you wanted him even if it might shake the world, but in the end, he is your world and you are his queen.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes fluff #bucky barnes #DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader #dbf bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes x latina!reader #dbf!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x you

[smileydk]

Dresses and Weddings

Pairing: Idol-Married!Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook might be 33, but his idol career is still steady as ever, despite being engaged and with two kids born outside marriage. He's surprised, as is his finacée, over how well the fans are taking it.

cw/tw: Just fluff and domestic, wedding planning.

Note: Ara (youngest, daughter), 5 years old, Changmin (oldest, son), 17 years old. And everyone who's tagged, I'm sorry, I need “comments”

''Jungkook, don't worry about it. I'll take care of the dishes, you promised ARMY a live''

Jungkook looked at his finacée. ''Are you-''

Jiwoo placed her hands on his chest and pecked his lips. ''You go have a live, now. I'll take care of the dishes and the kids''

The man smiled. He was the luckiest man in the world with such an amazingly understanding fiancée. ''Okay fine. But don't hesitate to shout if you need help with anything''

Jiwoo sighed and shoved her soon-to-be husband out of the kitchen. She shook her head and chuckled slightly. ''Aish, he's impossible''

''Eomma, you're being mean to appa''

Jiwoo turned to her daughter and smiled. ''No sweetie, appa is impossible. That's not being mean, usually. It's just, he always wanna help eomma. Appa never does anything for himself anymore''

Ara giggled and handed her plate to her mother. ''So you mean appa is too nice?''

''Aish- no, he's perfectly nice. Now, let eomma do the dishes then we'll go look for a nice dresses for you, okay? Changmin, you're also going. I don't care if you don't want a tux, you're wearing one!''

Ara smiled and nodded happily. She loved dresses and pretty things. She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. A moment later Bluey was heard through the house.

Changmin, who wasn’t a huge fan of fancy clothing, groaned. But he also didn’t want to ruin his parents wedding, so he could accept it this once. And he knew girls liked a man in a suit.

''You know what? Fine, Eomma. Only this once because it’s your wedding'' Jiwoo smiled at her son and hugged him tighty. ''Eomma~ stop it!''

''Never. Now, go and watch Bluey with your sister''

Changmin saluted his mother and disappeared into the living room.

Jiwoo smiled. She was happy her kids had such a great relationship despite the age gap. Changmin had always been amazing to his sister. Jiwoo knew that she never needed a babysitter. She had her son.

Of course she'd pay him for it. She would never force him to babysit his sister without pay.

The woman turned to the mountain of dishes let out a deep sigh. She had decided to make jjajangmyeon, but the nonstick pan wasn't clean, and she hadn't had the energy to clean it before cooking, so now the jjajang sauce had dried into the pan.

She filled it up with warm water and allowed it to soak while she did the other dishes.

When she finished the dishes, the promise of shopping with Ara and Changmin had completely slipped her mind.

She walked into the living room, laid down on the couch behind her kids, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Ara turned around since Jiwoo snored slightly. A she spotted her mother a pout grew on her small, doll-like lips.. She stretched out her small hand to poke her mother in the face, but Changmin caught her hand before she could.

''Ara, Eomma needs to sleep'' He said in a soft voice.

''But Eomma promised she would take us to buy clothes'' Ara pouted even more and turned on the charm.

Changmin took a deep breath to not give in. ''Let’s see if Appa has time, hm?''

That seemed to peak Ara's intrest as she nodded immediately. She quickly turned off the TV. She walked up the stairs with Changmin in tow, who was also ready to catch her if she slipped.

Jungkook's door was closed, since he knew he could be quite loud whenever he was live. Ara however did not see this as a problem and slammed the door open. ''Appa!''

The man flinched at her scream. ''Yes, love?''

''Eomma promised she would go buy dresses with me, but she's sleeping''

Changmin chuckled awkwardly and looked at his father. ''I tried stopping her''

Jungkook smiled. ''Don't worry. I'll take you shopping now, before I go live then. Let me just get changed''

The little girl smiled in excitement. ''Yay!''

The man changed into some baggy, black jeans, a black loose, oversized t-shirt, a beanie and a pair of sunglasses.

''Appa, you look like a thief'' Ara stated when Jungkook finsihed of his outfit with his watch and some additional braceletes.

Jungkook picked his little girl up and spun her around. ''Well, I managed to steal your mom's heart'' He set her back on the ground.

''You are the cheesiest man I have ever met'' Changmin mumbled and took out his phone.

''Changmin, which one of us is about to get married? Because I happen to know it's not you. My cheese works!''

The son shook his head in disappointment. ''You're so weird''

Jungkook ignored his son and turned to Ara. ''Do you want to wear your pink flower dress, Ara, my favorite child?''

Changmin looked at the his father with a bored look, meaning the use of favoritism had no effect on him whatsoever.

Ara's excitement only grew. One, she adored attention, like any five year old would, two, dresses! ''Yes!''

Jungkook smiled and carried her into her own room and helped her to get changed. ''Now you're all ready for shopping. Jiwoo already said you’re coming, and to be honest, she’s scarier than you’ll ever be''

They walked outside to the car. ''Appa, you’re a wuss. She’s your fiancée, be a man and tell her you don't want to go shopping, or rather the fact that I don't want to go shopping''

Jungkook shook his head and put Ara in her carseat before he got into the drivers seat. ''No, I prefer being on Jiwoo's good side a month before the wedding, you can argue with her'' He waited for Changmin to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as his son had buckled his seethed he started the car and headed towards the mall.

The second they entered the shop all eyes turned to them.

Sure, Ara loved attention, but she was also very introverted and shy. She liked attention when it came from people she already knew. ''Appa, why's everyone staring at us?'' She grabbed her father’s hand and walked slightly behind his legs.

Changmin had his eyes glued to his phone. He was busy chatting his his friends, who the parents allowed to attend the wedding to make it less sufferable for the boy, about tuxes.

Well, chatting was maybe not correct. He was mostly complaining.

The man looked around. ''Probably because we're dressed different from each other, or because your appa is famous'' He squatted down and picked up Ara. ''Now, which dress do you want?''

''I don’t know. You choose''

Jungkook picked up his daughter and made a beeline to the white dresses. ''Pick any dress you want, Changmin, don't you even think about escaping'' Jungkook turned to his son, who had one foot out the store.

''Why do you have to know my every move!'' He whined and walked over to his father.

''Because I did the exact same thing before I met your mother'' Jungkook shrugged and smirked. Changmin groaned and stopped his escape attempt.

Ara, who noticed none of the squabbling, smiled as she went through the racks, looking for the perfect dress.

While he scowered the store, he noticed he was the only man in the whole store, except his son who stood by the entrance, looking as bored as ever.

And moments later the first article showed up on Jungkook's phone.

BTS band member, Jungkook, spotted at the local mall with his son and daughter. Jeon was seen dressed in head to toe in black, meanwhile daughter was dressed in a  beautiful, pink, floral dress and seemingly looking for a dress fit for the upcoming wedding. We can't even imagine how adorable she will be. Changmin was spotted by the entrance, looking less excited for the dress shopping (which is understandable for a boy his age) Here are some more pictures. See more...

When he finished reading the article, and finding no harm in it, he turned his phone off and noticed his daughter was gone. He wondered where she'd gone off to, and why Changmin hadn't stopped her.

Then again, his nose was burried in his phone.

Well, the mystery was cut short when Ara came walking with at least 5 dresses in her small arms.

''Ara, sweetheart, eomma is gonna kill me if I allow you to get all those'' Jungkook squatted down in front of his daughter and patted her head gently.

Ara pouted. She looked up at her father with big eyes, lip was jutted out in a pout and a sniffle left her nose.

Something Changmin had taught her to do to get her will through. Something the son had learned from his father, since he always did it to convince his fiancée about… anything.

''Ara, no''

She took it one step further. Her lip started quivering and tears started forming in her eyes.

''Aish... fine! I should put you in a drama class''

The little girl smiled and handed the dresses to her father. Jungkook smiled and took the hangers and led his daughter to the changing rooms. ''If we're buying all these, you're trying them all on''

Ara smiled and walked into the changing room with the dresses.

Jungkook was sure Jiwoo was gonna murder him when she saw the amount of dresses he bought for Ara, but he couldn't help it!

His soft spot was his daughter.

Besides, he liked shopping! And his son would do no shopping with his father, so he might as well spend his money on his daughter.

Jungkook chuckled every time Ara came strutting out of the changing room, giving a twirl before she walked back into the changing room.

They found some more dresses, Ara convinced her father to buy them, tried them on and headed to the check out.

''Since you bought 10 dresses, we will give you two tiaras'' Ara let out a happy squeal. The cashier took out a box of tiaras and held them out to Ara to let her choose.

The two paid for the dresses and headed towards the tux shop.

In total it took Ara almost 1.5 hour to find the dresses, try on the dresses, change some of them and get Jungkook to pay for them.

As soon as they entered the tux shop two men walked up to them, service smiles on their lips. ''Hello, Sir, how can we assist you?''

''So, my dear son here hates tuxes, but uhm, me and his mother are getting married so he’s got no choice. Uhm, yeah. Do with that information as you wish''

The men nodded and dragged Changmin into the shop. Changmin turned to his father and gave him a sharp glare. What a loving father, throwing his son to the sharks.

Jungkook waved happily at his son and took a seat on the futon together with his daughter and her dresses.

It only took Changmin about 2 minutes before he stood in a tux before his father. ''Happy?''

''You clean up nicely, Changmin''

''Is it good enough for your wedding?'' Jungkook nodded and chuckled. ''Good, let me change back and-''

''Nope, you're going home in that'' Jungkook took his son's clothes, threw his Black Card at him and ran out the store.

Changmin stood there for a moment. ''What the actual fu-'' He spotted Ara's big eyes. ''-dge, I really want fudge''

''Me too! Do you think Appa will allow us to get some?'' Ara's eyes grew even bigger in excitement.

Changmin smiled at his adorable little sister. ''With your face, he will say yes to anything''

The boy paid for the tux and turned to his sister. ''Here, I'll take them'' He took all the bags from his sister before he, somehow, managed to pick her up as well.

He headed out to find his father. The man stood a few feet away from the store with a smirk on his lips, mostly because he spotted all the girls staring at his son.

As the boy approached him he held out his clothes. ''Sorry, here's a bag with your clothes''

Changmin put his sister back on the floor. ''I promised Ara you'd buy her fudge''

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. ''Why?''

''It was either that or swear'' Changmin shrugged and shoved all the shopping bags in his father's arms. ''But there are no fudge shops here, so maybe we can get frozen yoghurt?''

Ara nodded excitedly.

''Fine'' Jungkook caved and groaned jokingly. ''Now, on a serious note you might wanna get a date for our wedding because I happen to know that all your friends got dates''

''Do I have to? I'm your bestman, I don't need a date''

''Oh, is that Hana? Staring at you?'' Jungkook pretended to look behind his son. Changmin whipped around with the speed of lightning. ''Ha! I knew it!''

''Fine! I'll take her''

''Good, I've already told her mother you would. She's very excited apparently. She's bought a dress, fixed her hair and nails... and whatever girls do to impress men''

Changmin chuckled. ''Fine''

''Let's get some frozen yoghurt for Jiwoo as well''

''Army, this is Ara. You've met her before. She's gonna answer some questions with me. Changmin might run around in the background for some school project about me''

@doublebunny: How old is Ara?

''How old are you, love?'' Ara held up three fingers. ''Silly, you're four. She's four years old''

@JayKay97: Is Jungkook a good dad?

Jungkook read the question for her, and Ara didn't even think twice before nodding. ''Appa is the best appa in the world. But eomma says he too nice sometimes and won't do things for himself''

Jungkook gasped jokingly. ''Is eomma teasing appa when I'm not around to hear?''

Ara nodded proudly. ''Yes, she also says you a blanket hogger. Whatever that means''

''Huh, she does? Well eomma is lying. Don't listen to her, she's mean and she's lying''

Ara giggled. ''Aniyo, eomma says the same about you''

@Army130612: Where is Jiwoo?

''She's currently sleeping somewhere. She was tired after her long day'' Jungkook continued reading comments, most of them compliments about how adorable Ara was.

@JayKays_RealWifey: Ara isn't even that cute, nor is Jiwoo. If I could I would kidnap Ara and hide her so that Kookie couldn't find her

Jungkook immediately banned the account that had commented and threw a quick look at his daughter.

''What did the person say? I saw my name''

''Uhm, that you're really pretty'' Jungkook lied. He hated lying to his daughter, but in moments like this, it was okay to lie.

@Jiwoo_is_hawt: Ara is the cutest girl out there! Don't bother with the mean people.

@JKs_lost_bananamilk: Yeah! And Jiwoo is gorgeous and the most perfect girl for Jungkook. You guys, and Changmin, make the perfect little family.

@V☑: Ara is so cute! Tell her uncle TaeTae says hi!

@Jin☑: ^^Uncle Jin too! Her most handsome, favorite uncle!

@J-Hope☑: ^^Nah, Hoba is her favorite!

@RM☑: ^^Nuh-uh, uncle Joonie!

Jungkook chuckled. ''Ara, sweetie, who's your favorite out of the uncles?'' Ara suddenly became very shy and hid in her father's chest. ''Hey, you know the guys, why did you become so shy?''

''I don't know... uhm... Appa is my favorite''

The man chuckled, causing his shy to vibrate. ''I wasn't an option, and I sure hope I'm your favorite''

''Uhm... Uncle Yoongi''

Another chuckle left the man's lips. ''There you go guys''

@Suga☑: Ha, I knew it! Suck it!

@Jin☑: ^^Hyung probably bribed her with candy!

@V☑: ^^Yeah!

Jungkook had planned to be live for another two hours, but Ara was slowly growing extremely bored.

''Appa, I'm bored. Eomma promised she'd play dress up with me''

''Appa can't play right now, but... you can... color my tattoos'' He took out a pencil case filled with a bunch of colorfull markers.

Ara seemed very intrigued by this idea and immediately poured out the markers on the table. She grabbed Jungkook's right arm and put it on the table. Meanwhile his left hand was wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from sliding off his lap.

''Can you make my hair pretty?''

Jungkook smiled at his daughter and kissed her cheek. ''Of course, agi, if you can wait with painting''

Ara nodded quickly and sat up straight.

He continued reading the comments and answering questions while he braided his daughter's hair.

''Appa, where's the stupid book your group wrote like a billion years ago?'' Changmin asked and dug around his father's room, half naked, a habit he'd picked up from his father.

''You know I'm live, right?''

The boy stood up straight and stared at the phone. ''Yeah... absolutely...'' He slowly backed out of the room, which caused Jungkook to chuckle loudly.

@Changmins_onetrue_love: Does your son need a girlfriend?

''No, he's got a girl already. Not official-''

''Appa! Stop telling the world about my life!'' Changmin shouted from his room, which was wall to wall with Jungkook's studio.

@JeonChangmin_Official☑️: Appa, you're mean! Stop telling everyone about my life! I am single, right now, but I'm not looking for anyone but a... special girl.

Jungkook chuckled as he read his son's comment. ''Sorry, Changmin, I'll stop'' He finished Ara's braids and planted a small kiss at the top of her head.

The second his hand landed on the table again, Ara was quick to fill in all his tattoos in different colors.

Jiwoo woke up three hours later and was very confused. Her daughter was no longer on the ground watching Bluey, she assumed Changmin had just grown bored and did his own thing.

''Eh, she's probably with Jungkook- who’s live'' She hurried up the stairs and noticed that his door was open. ''Fuck'' She entered and spotted Ara in Jungkook's lap. ''Oh my god, Jungkook I'm so sorry!''

She was about to grab Ara out of his lap and leave Jungkook alone, but Jungkook shook his head.

''She isn't interrupting anything. The fans love her and she's making my arm very pretty''

Jiwoo looked down at her husband's right arm and smiled. ''Wow, very pretty. Well, I'll leave her with you then''

''No, come here. Look at her dress, we went shopping''

She walked around his chair and stood on his left side. ''How many dresses did you buy?''

Jiwoo was more than used with Jungkook going shopping with Ara instead of herself. She was also used to him buying an excessive amount of things for her, when in reality she only needed one or two.

''Ten...'' He mumbled into his daughters hair.

''What!?''

''Ten! Don't be mad! Ara is here, and about 10'000'000 people are watching you right now''

Jiwoo took a deep breath from her spot on his left side. ''How in the world have you not gone broke yet?''

''Doesn't matter. Come here''

''Why?''

He smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her into his lap pecked her cheek. ''Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?''

''You tell me that about every single day''

''Well, truth only'' He pecked her lips, making her blush.

@Jikook_endgame: Okay, my ship has been sailing since they got hitched, but I still fangirl whenever they kiss

@사랑해: ^^ I'm with you 100 percent!

''Jungkook, you're live'' Jiwoo wasn't a big fan of PDA, but sometimes she just couldn't stop Jungkook from kissing her in front of people.

''I know''

Jiwoo burried her head in his shoulder as she felt another blush rise to her cheeks. She wasn't unfamiliar with Army, or Jungkook's lives, but she didn't like kissing on camera.

''My two favorite girls''

@Jimin☑: My one true pair!

''Eomma! Stop making out with Appa live! I need help with something!'' Changmin shouted from his room.

''Gotta go'' Jiwoo patted Jungkook's head. ''Ara, be nice'' Ara saluted her mother and went back to her coloring.

She entered her son's room with a confused look. Changmin was running around the room, throwing clothes everywhere. ''I'm fucking freaking out Eomma!'' He shouted and continued.

''I can see that! Why!?'' Jiwoo shouted in the same tone.

''Hana asked if I wanna get dinner, and despite me not being hungry, I accepted and I don't know what to wear!''

Jiwoo grabbed her son's shoulders and stopped him from running around. ''Look just- wow, your shoulders have broadened, a lot- not the point, look, just dress like you usually would. Baggy pants, t-shirt, hoodie. Especially a hoodie, so you can give it to her when she insists she isn't freezing''

Changmin dug out some clothes that fit into Jiwoo's description. He put on the clothes and did a little twirl. ''Does this look good?''

''You know it looks good, you've got your father's fashion style'' Jiwoo patted his head. ''And you've got his hair- goddamn you've got great hair''

''Eomma, not time for that, which shoes'' He turned his mother to face his wall of shoes. It held almost every pair of Air Jordans ever sold, since Jungkook insisted he needed them. Why? Because Changmin mentioned he liked them, once.

He wasn't ungreatful. He loved his shoe-collection more than anything (except his family) and he took great care of them. But sometimes having a billion different pairs of shoes made choosing extremely hard.

''Purple hoodie, black pants, purple t-shirt, purple shoes? I don't fucking know! Jungkook looked at me a while ago and told me to change because I "didn't fit his vibe", I called him an ass but changed''

Changmin whined and threw himself on the bed face first. ''I have to cancel with Hana, I'm a mess!''

Jiwoo sighed at her son. ''You're too much like your father. Jungkook! Come here a second! Say no and I'll rub your shoes against the pavement''

Jungkook appeared in the room within ten seconds, Ara in his arms. His eyes were wide in fear. ''What? Don't touch my shoes!''

''Your son needs help with clothes''

Jungkook looked him over before he looked at his wall. ''These'' He picked the shoes Jiwoo'd mentioned, which caused the woman to smirk.

''I have great taste!'' Jiwoo cheered as her son laced up his shoes.

''Can I go back to ARMY?'' Jungkook asked awkwardly and backed out the door.

''Yeah''

Jiwoo walked over to her son's dresser and found one of his billion perfumes. ''This one'' She held up his Calvin Klein perfume. She sprayed a few pumps in the air and forced Changmin to twirl around in it.

She knew perfume, not clothes.

He looked at the clock and realized he was gonna be late soon. He slid down the stair railing, which Jiwoo'd forbid him from doing, but the rule didn't stick apparently.

''Changmin! What the hell?''

''I love you Eomma, but I’m gonna be late!''

''Okay, have fun!''

The wedding was getting closer and Jiwoo was growing extremely stressed. Jungkook was of great help, of course, but she was such a perfectionist, so that didn't really help.

Jungkook also realized it was better to just let her do her thing and back off.

Flowers?

Yeah, that was the current problem.

Jiwoo was sitting in the livingroom. Flowers were all over the place. All kinds of flowers. Roses, lilies, tulips, snow drops, daisies, sakuras, gladiolus, daffodils.

Changmin was allergic to pollen. Changmin was suffering, but he was also slightly concerned as his mother wouldn't leave anything undone. Which meant she hadn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours.

''Eomma, you need to eat, and I need to get out of this house before I die'' He sniffled.

''I can't right now, I have to-''

''Appa!'' Changmin cut the woman off.

Jungkook came downstairs. He looked between the two people in the living room. Changmin gave him a look, which meant "pick the woman up".

And so he did just that.

''Yah! Put me down! I need to-''

''Eat. I'm not putting you down until you promise to eat something. I can go get you McDonald's, just eat something''

Jiwoo sighed and fell limp on his shoulder. ''Fine''

''Good girl'' He put her down. ''You can continue now, as long as you eat when I get back with your food''

''Promise'' She put her hand on her chest. ''Now, what do you think about pink roses?''

''Whatever you choose will be perfect'' He kissed her head and disappeared out the door.

Jiwoo walked back into the livingroom and chuckled as Ara happily walked around, sniffing all the flowers. Changmin laid on the floor and suffered. ''Eomma, please be done soon''

''I promise, what do you guys think about these?'' She asked and held up a bouquet of pink roses.

''It's your wedding, eomma, not ours'' Changmin sat up. ''I believe that you'll plan the most perfect wedding ever''

''Like or not'' Jiwoo ignored her son's warming words and held the bouquet closer to him.

''They're gorgeous''

Jiwoo jotted down some notes and laid down the flowers. ''Good, now...''

Everyone were having fun, either because of alcohol or because it being a wedding.

Jiwoo was over the moon. She had been dreaming about this day since she first started dating Jungkook 17 years ago!

As they were slow dancing Jiwoo spotted her daughter sitting on a chair, impatiently kicking her tiny legs.

''I think someone else wants to dance with you'' Jiwoo nudged her head in Ara's direction.

''Well, then you're embarrassing Changmin in front of Hana''

''Deal- god we're amazing parents'' Jiwoo allowed her fiancée husband to dance with their daughter. She walked up to their son and held out a hand. ''I'm here per your father's request to embarrass you''

Hana chuckled at Changmin's horrified expression. ''It's fine Changmin, it's totally cool and I won't leave you forever''

Changmin wasn't necessarily embarrassed to dance with his mother, he loved dancing with her, but he kind of wanted to spend some time with Hana.

Altough he'd spotted her with her nose burried in her phone during majority of the wedding. He found it odd, especially since she blew up when he asked her to put it down during the cermony.

He laid one of his hands on his mother's waist and grabbed her right one with his left. As they started swaying Changmin smiled at his mother. ''Finally you're married''

''Why are you so happy?''

''Because you guys are meant to be, and now if you wanna separate it'll be way harder, especially since Ara's a toddler, and because I probably would've died if all those flowers were in our house any longer''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Sorry, should've thought about you more...''

''It's fine. I didn't die. And come on, it's was for your wedding, I can kind of accept the attempted murder'' Changmin released his mother as the song finished.

''Your wife will be the same in the future''

''I know'' He smiled at her and hugged her. ''Goddamn you're short''

''You've gotta stop growing''

''Never'' Changmin walked back to Hana while Jiwoo sat down and watched as her newly-made husband danced with Ara. Ara didn't exactly dance, she stood on Jungkook's feet and he danced for her.

Across the room she could spot her son in a heated argument with Hana. Hana apparently didn't like this and slapped him across the face, before she stormed out.

A moment later her son sat down next to her. His cheek was now bright red. ''So... we won't be seeing more of Hana''

''Jealous type?'' Jiwoo asked.

''Nope, but she's been streaming the whole wedding live since she realized she'd gain some attention from it. I said she was selfish and she shouldn't have done it, she called me a jerk, since "You don't know how it is growing up with weird parents", why she said that I don't know. You guys are the weirdest fucking people I've ever met''

''Changmin! Don't swear!''

The boy shrugged and shoved his hand into the champagne bucket. He got a hand of ice and pressed it to his cheek. ''But goddamn she can slap''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Women are naturally good at some things''

''Why was I so blind? She's never actually had any intrest in me. Whenever we hung out she kind of just... existed''

''You do crazy things when you're in love. I tattooed Jungkook's name a year after we started dating. Probably the most stupid thing one can do. But so far it's holding up''

Changmin chuckled. ''Well, I shouldn't bring you down on your wedding day. Wanna dance again?'' He stood up and held out his hand.

''Thought you'd never ask'' Jiwoo smiled and took her son's hand.

A more upbeat song started playing for all the kids at the wedding, and Changmin gave his mother a knowing look. ''This is our jam!''

Jungkook watched his wife and son dance like idiots. ''Let's dance for real, Ara''

Ara smiled widely and ran over to the other half of the family. This was the most perfect evening so far, and many more to come.

Jungkook looked at his family adoringly as they made fools out of themselves.

''I wouldn't change this for the world''

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gaze wanders around the crowd as palms smooth over silky gown, claire not really paying attention to what her coworkers are talking about as attention finally sets on the person standing across the room. the smile that forms on her lips is easy, familiar warmth spreading on her cheeks when eyes meet leon's. hand waves slightly, holding herself from running to him and pull in an embrace simply because despite the fancy dresses and flowing champagne, this is still supposed to be work.

smile falters when line of sight gets rudely obstructed by a small crowd of men in black tux, few handshakes and pats on leon's shoulders happening before her eyes along with idle chatter about something she can't quite make up. attention shifts for a moment on the waiter walking past her with a trail of glasses, claire taking one for herself and another for the man standing by her side. one generous gulp is taken before passing the other glass along with a uttered 'be right back'.

"thought i saw a familiar face!" she greets in the chirpiest tone whe can muster, all focus on leon as arm loops around his. "gentlemen, hope you won't mind me stealing mr. kennedy from you just a second." claire announces in a forced polite tone, not paying them more attention than her words already do. empty glass is left on a trail moving past her as she leads leon in a less crowded area of the room. HOW IS IT YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I NEED, HUH? he asks her, and claire can't help but snort at the question.

"i know you too well." she counters with confidence, though these days the moments they've spent together could actually be counted on all ten fingers... or less. "it's been a minute, uh?" slips out once they're in the balcony, glass doors closed behind her so that music and chatter is a little more blocked out. it's been months - almost six months but it's not like she's counting anyway. a part of her wants to let leon know that she's missed him, a whole lot more than words can explain, yet they fail her, dying in her throat as the voice in the back of her head shoots down any attempt at getting close to him in any way.

"guess you've turned into the man of the hour," she attempts to joke, hand vaguely gesturing at the men who were crowded around him just a few minutes prior. it makes claire wonder who they are to him, if she's actually gotten it all wrong and interrupted something he was comfortable being around in. "hope your date won't mind that i've snatched you away from her?" head tilts slightly to search for leon's gaze, too much of a coward to actually ask who the blonde girl is, but knowing that he'll fill in the blanks for her if he want to.

@deadaim

#𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝘼 : 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝘿𝘾 ⎯ 2000s #deadaim #i'm so excited for this 🤧 #tw long post

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The chances you take: Chapter 14

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x single mom!reader

Summary: An annual celebration of the Bureau and you are invited.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Food and alcohol. A lot of cliches.

A/N: *internal screaming*

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Chapter 14: You’re invited

For the past week, you’ve been kicking yourself for not saying anything to him during that  night. You had every opportunity to tell him how much you like having him around and how you appreciate everything he does for you and how much you’ve come to care about him. He had even taken the opportunity to walk you to your door that night after offering you a ride home. 

Who does that? No one has ever walked you to your door, just to make sure you get home safe. 

You’ve been thinking of that moment, over and over again. Him standing so close to you, his beautiful smile shining on his lips. So handsome and captivating. And you do nothing, but wish him goodnight. And the moment those words leave your tongue, you’ve been screaming ‘Coward!’ in your head. 

But, he had every opportunity to do the same and he did nothing. Maybe he was just being nice and you read too much into it because you have a small crush on the man. And he sees so much of the bad in the world, can you blame him for taking an extra step to make sure you’re getting home safe.

Instead of dwelling in the thought, you’re getting quite the distraction. You hold a thick paper on your hands, rereading the words on it for the millionth time. 

‘YOU’RE INVITED’ it says on the top with big bold letters. And continues on telling you about a big annual celebration hosted by the Bureau. It’s a formal event and it takes place on the new year's eve, that is tonight. Apparently a lot of people are invited, although you are a bit confused why you are one of them. 

But instead of pondering over the reasons, you start to get ready. Thanks to Ella’s and your mom’s help, you’ve settled on an outfit that would fill the requirements. Although Ella’s upset you didn’t get to buy a princess dress for the occasion, she seemed pretty happy with the second best. You’ve never been to a formal event before, especially not on this level of formal, and it makes you nervous and having trouble staying still until everything’s perfect. 

Little over an hour later, you show your invitation to the doorman at a hotel where the celebration is hosted. He opens the door for you and gestures left from the entrance. You see another man in a black tux standing by the door. Even the security is dressed fancy for this. To this man, you hand the invitation and he wishes you a great night. 

Feeling totally out of place, you look around the big event hall. There is a sea of men in black and white tuxedos and women in mostly natural colored dresses and skirts. A waitress hands you a glass of champagne and you accept it with a smile and a polite nod. The environment and the dryness of the champagne make you even more uncomfortable and you hold the glass in your hands, not sure what to do with it anymore; drinking it doesn’t seem tempting anymore. 

In the sea of people, you see a blonde woman with a black pencil skirt and a blue blouse. She’s talking with a small group of people, a wide smile on her lips. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Erin Strauss smile before. Sure, you’re familiar with the polite, office smile, but it often seems forced. Here, she looks like a totally different woman. And it certainly helps to have the charismatic italian right beside her. 

But right as you notice Rossi’s presence, you realize who else is in the same group. Hotchner’s listening carefully as Strauss speaks. There are a few other men around him, but you’re too focused on him to notice. He’s wearing a dark suit just as the men around him and he should blend in rather easily. But to you, he stands out. 

He wears a suit pretty much everyday to work, you’ve only seen him in casual clothes a handful of times during this half a year you’ve worked with him. And two of those times were when you spent the night in his guest room. But now, that he wears a suit like this, he looks even more handsome – although you’re not sure how that’s possible when he looks good every day. 

His posture is straight and your eyes are fixated on his strong jawline. You find yourself thinking how you would love to see your lipstick leave a mark there. His dark blue suit fits him perfectly and you notice a vest underneath the buttoned jacket. White shirt underneath it all and a maroon tie around his neck. A white pocket square is neatly folded against his heart. It’s all almost picture perfect. 

He’s shaking hands with a man older than him. He says something to Hotch that makes his body language change. He smiles and nods, as if thanking the man in front of him; he’s never been one to take compliments well. You smile at his shyness. 

You hear a woman’s voice boom through the speakers and it makes your attention turn towards the stage at the back. “Thank you to everyone who could make it tonight!” she chirps and goes over the agenda for the evening. There’s a dinner and awards and some live music later on. Your attention is focused on her until you feel a hand press against your arm. 

“Hey” Aaron says quietly enough to not disturb anyone around you. You turn towards him and he can’t stop himself from looking you up and down “You look amazing” he says before he can bite his tongue and then clears his throat. “I mean..”

“Thank you” your cheeks are hurting from smiling so wide “You look really handsome, too”. You know you can never get tired of how flustered he gets at compliments, especially yours. He’s always so stoic and strong, but with a slightest compliment on him you can basically see the man’s brain malfunction. “And honestly, I’m so glad to see you” you admit, fidgeting with the strap of your purse “I have no clue why I’m here and I don’t know anyone here”. 

“The bureau hosts an event like this one pretty much every year. And every year they want to invite the new hires of that year to it, too” he explains and looks between you and the event’s host, who's still speaking on the stage. “It’s a way to socialize and get to know different sections and team leaders, I suppose. Let me show you around” he offers and without thinking it more, your arm wraps around his and holds his forearm. 

“Lead the way, Hotchner”. 

And that he does. He walks you around and introduces you to people. Even the director is in a good mood and chatty and he and Hotchner seem to be on good terms, even if he gives the BAU a lot of pressure. People are eager to talk with Hotch, say hello and so on. You feel a sense of pride bubble in your chest as you see how well known he is inside the bureau for his great work. But most importantly because you’re with him and when he’s with you, he’s Aaron. He’s able to let his SSA Hotchner fall to the background and be himself. You even made him laugh by commenting on what a strange couple Rossi and Strauss are. It made him laugh out and it’s still one of your proudest moments in life. 

Unfortunately during the dinner, you and him were seated on different tables. He was with the director, Rossi and Strauss and some others you still can’t remember by name, although you were just recently introduced to them. You’re a couple of tables over with other new hires. But, for your luck, you can still see each other. And like magnets drawn towards each other, your eyes meet multiple times during the dinner. 

But even when he’s not looking, you find yourself looking over at him. Most of the time he’s deep in conversation with the people around him. You’re drawn to the handsome smile on him as he speaks and his manners. He’s intriguing and certainly easy on the eye. 

You force yourself to follow the conversation in your own table. The group around you is starting to loosen up, now that the nerves for the evening have calmed down mostly. Everyone talks about what it’s been like to join their new teams and it’s fascinating to listen to how many different units there are that you hadn’t even heard of before. The people seem nice and it encourages you to open up about your experiences too and even laugh about some mishaps that have happened inside the office. 

“As always, the night has exceeded all of our expectations and it’s my pleasure to thank each and every one of you for your exemplary work and effort for the bureau and for our country” the same woman announces a couple of hours later and it sparks a wave of applause from the crowd. “And on that note, it is our time to say good night, enjoy your new years eve and see you next year!” you fight the urge to roll your eyes for the comment you saw coming from miles away and instead begin to make sure you have everything with you in order to go home. 

Once you’re all set to go, you look around the room one more time, in an attempt to find the man you wish to see before you leave. You hope to wish him goodnight before you go. But to your disappointment, you don’t see him anywhere anymore. You head towards the door and you notice yourself feeling sad from not getting to see him again tonight. 

But once you make it outside, you see him by the stairs, speaking casually with Rossi. And as you make it out the door, he sees you at the same time and greets you with a warm smile, even though he is in the middle of a sentence. You feel butterflies in your stomach taking flight again and the sadness is lifted from your heart at that instant. 

“Yeah, see you then. Good night Dave” you hear him say before he takes a step towards you as you walk down the stairs. “Hey, I was hoping to see you before you go” he tells you.

You’re just about to open your mouth to answer, when a piece of gravel finds its way under your heel and makes you stumble. You hear yourself yelp as you try to steady yourself. Aaron’s arms have flown to reach you and offer you support, which you have instinctively accepted by grasping his arms for balance. 

“Thank you” you feel your cheeks burning once you’re again on the steady ground. “Stupid stone” you mutter jokingly after you’ve assured him that you’re alright. 

“Need a ride home?” he then asks, taking his place beside you. 

“You’re starting to become my personal driver”, He briefly looks down to the ground and scratches the back of his head. He looks even more adorable when he’s flustered in the dark evening lighting. 

“There are worse destanies in the world than that, I’m sure” he laughs and leads the way to his car.  He opens the door for you and says it’s just to make sure you’re safe from any other stones that might be a threat to your ankles. 

For that you slap him jokingly to his chest “I’m sure I can handle myself against them. Although having a big, mean Agent Hotchner to protect me isn’t half bad” you grin over the open car door and seat yourself to the passenger seat you’ve found yourself sitting on many times before. 

“I’ve seen you take down unsubs, so I don’t doubt it for a moment” he smiles and closes the door once you’re comfortably inside. “Although” he continues, once he’s made it to the other side “Agent Hotchner will forever be at your service, miss”. 

He starts the car and drives smoothly towards your apartment. During the ride home, you update him on all the funny things you’ve found out during the evening. “And if I felt like I was misplaced at the event, trust me, everyone at my table was even worse. I swear, Ryan – I think he works with Agent Wilsonn in organized crime – he looked like a lost puppy the whole evening” you laugh “It would have been kind of sad if it wasn’t so funny at the same time”. 

“Sounds like you had a good time then” he turns to you once he pulls into your driveway and turns off his car. 

You nod “I had a great time. Thank you for taking your time with him and introducing me to everyone”.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he answers quietly. 

You’re not sure how to answer, so you go to push your door open. But before you can fully make it out of the car, Aaron’s already stepped out himself and made his way to you. You wouldn’t have expected anything else. He walks you to your door “Do you have anything else planned for tonight?” 

“No, not really. I think tonight was more than plenty for one night” you admit, stepping up your doorsteps. But before you reach for your keys, you turn around to face him. “Thank you for your service, Agent Hotchner. You have successfully protected me from the rest of the conniving rocks on my path”. 

“Glad to hear one of my duties of tonight has been fulfilled” his voice is so smooth and sweet as honey. It’s all beyond what you had expected from tonight and having him here by your door steps for the second time within a week seems too good to be true. 

“One of them?” you’re curious for what he means by that. You can almost hear him thinking. But it’s only a second until he steps in, closing the distance between you and you look up to meet his eyes. They’re captivating and so warm. You feel his hand raising to your waist and pulling you in closer. 

Your nose brushes against his as your lips come together. His lips are soft against yours and his body against yours is warm. You’ve let your eyes close and let yourself sink into the sensation. His other hand raises to your neck, thumb softly brushing against your cheek. Without you realizing it yourself, your hands have raised against his firm chest. 

What feels like an eternity later, he pulls back, just slightly enough for the kiss to break. You try to remember how to breathe and you open your eyes again. The night is dark, but you feel like the two of you aren’t a part of that world anymore. This moment is something so much more. 

You both know that more time is needed to process what happened for both parties. So, you take a step back. 

“Goodnight, (y/n)” he whispers and takes a step back himself as well, which lowers him down on your doorsteps. 

“Goodnight Aaron” you say, still breathless and blown away by the night’s event. You share a look with him before you turn towards your door and turn the key on the lock. The door opens and you step inside. But before you let the door close, you look at him once more and the smile on your lips feels now permanent. Aaron nods silently and steps back down further and heads back towards his car once the door closes. 

You stare at the closed door and press your head against the door frame. You feel like a schoolgirl, all giggly and excited from her first kiss with her crush. But at the same time, your head spins with everything that’s to come. Would it all be a mistake? Have you just screwed up one of your closest friendships? Would it jeopardize your career? He is your boss after all. 

But you decide to let yourself think of those thoughts later and let yourself enjoy the excitement and happiness tonight.  

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Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨2

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) nothing as yet.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

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Your Spotify list of redundant tracks flowed through the apartment as you sat typing at your small desk in the corner of the front room. The boxy space was as oppressive as any office space, another reason for your voluntary work at the gallery. Vanessa let you in the studio to paint. Without the privilege, you wouldn’t have the space for your easel.

You stretched your fingers and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy from staring at the screen, even with night mode on. The work was monotonous and made you restless. You wanted a pencil or brush in hand, a canvas before you, not this blaring laptop. You yawned and took a sip of your lukewarm water.

Your phone vibrated from across the room and you checked the time. Your lunch started soon but no one was really keeping track. As long as you got your assignments done, it didn’t matter when you chewed on toast and disassociated.

You got up and grabbed your phone from the corner table and leaned against the arm of the couch. You remembered how Marcus woke up there and grumbled as he lifted his head in pain. You couldn’t really feel bad for him going into work hungover. He embarrassed you and it didn’t quite sink in until after Clark left you to stare down at your drunk boyfriend.

An unknown number showed on your screen and you answered tentatively, ready to hang up at the first sales pitch. Your name came from the speaker and you recognized the deep voice in an instant. It took you back to the night before and the canvas hung on the wall.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Clark said, “I only just had the paintings hung and I thought… well, I thought you might like to come see them in their new home.”

“Um…” you chewed your thumb, uncertain how to respond.

“Sorry, I know I can be a bit… to the point,” he laughed at himself, “how are you?”

“I’m good, just… taking a break.”

“You working?”

“Yeah, but I work from home,” you said as you touched the side of your neck, “I could… I could come see them but it might be a while before--”

“When are you finished work?” he asked bluntly.

“Four but I… maybe another day.”

“I don’t mean to be pushy but I did have something else to speak with you about,” he said, “a commission, like I mentioned.”

“Oh?”

“I kinda wanna get it started sooner than later, it will probably be pretty time-consuming,” he explained and you heard a clink and a soft sip, “I don’t wanna get into details on the phone but I promise, you will be compensated nicely.”

“You can’t wait until tomorrow?” you wondered.

“I suppose I can but it’d have to be during the day,” he responded, “why don’t you take some time to figure it out and get back to me by two? You can text me through this number.”

“Erm, sure,” you said uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just… very sudden, I don’t--”

“You can bring the boyfriend,” he said casually, “if you like.”

“He won’t be… home,” you said carefully, “I’ll let you know. Thank you.”

“I look forward to hearing from you,” he replied, “have a good day.”

“You, too,” you said and the line died.

You put your phone down and took a moment. Good things rarely happened to you. You struggled so long it was hard to think that might change. The skeptic in you told you there was something behind it all. That it couldn’t possibly be your art.

You went back to your computer and sighed as you waved away the screensaver with your mouse. The blinking cursor made you want to believe it was your big break.

🎨

You texted Clark at one and at four, you were in an Uber. Marcus drove his car to work and you stuck to buses and the underground when you could. The address was at least an hour out, the house among those estates on the edge of the city reserved for the upper echelon. You’d only ever seen the sprawling yards on your way to the next town.

When the car finally turned up the drive and you passed beyond a low brick wall, you felt entirely out of your depth. You tipped the Uber but didn’t feel too bad with the check from Vanessa sitting soundly in your account. You clutched the strap of your bag and walked along the curve of the brick work towards the stairs.

“Hey,” you stopped as Clark called to you, your ankle still tender from the night before.

You glanced over as he came out of the large garage and peeled off a pair of leather gloves. He smiled as he tucked them into his jacket pocket. You watched him and played with the clasp on your bag.

“Just got back from a drive,” he said, “I almost got carried away. I’m glad you made it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you replied.

“Well, come on, let me show you around,” he waved behind you towards the front doors, “we’ll go on a tour and then we can talk details.”

“Wow,” you uttered mindlessly as you climbed the stairs to the door but kept the weight on your uninjured ankle, “this place is huge.”

“My contractor went a little crazy,” he scoffed, “but I can’t complain.”

He led you through the doors and directed you to the left. In the front room, your work was hung along the opposite wall, arranged in a way that drew the eye to them. You stepped closer and peered up at your work with a hint of awe. They looked even better in a place like that.

“I had my interior designer make the final call on where to hang them,” he explained, “I hope you don’t mind, I gave her your details. She said she had clients who might be interested in your work.”

“Really?” you breathed, “that’s… too nice.”

“Oh yeah? One day, you’ll be sick of rich pricks like me,” he grinned, “I’ll show you the pool, that’s usually the main attraction.”

“Sounds good,” you said as you followed but he paused and watched your stunted gait.

“I forgot, we can go slow,” he offered, “how’s the ankle?”

“I’ll make do,” you affirmed as you neared him, “just need to get my steps in.”

🎨

As you finished the tour of the second floor, you slowed along the long hall and admired the work of artists you only ever saw in museums. You couldn’t help but be enamoured by the historic blots of paint. You almost forgot where you were as you leaned in to read the initials beneath the pastel flowers.

“So,” Clark’s voice brought you back, you almost blanked him out entirely in your mind, “I think you might have noticed the empty space above the fireplace in the front room. I was hoping you could fill it.”

“Oh?” you looked at him and smiled nervously, “did you have something in mind? A landscape or--”

“Well, your portraits are great. I like the old world style. I was hoping you might do one of… me,” he suggested, “I know, it’s vain but why not?”

“I mean, yeah, I could do that,” you said.

“I’ll pay hourly plus materials,” he continued, “three hundred an hour.”

You almost choked at the number. You blinked and swallowed through your surprise.

“Even a small portrait would take at least twelve hours,” you warned, “are you sure?”

“I know it’s a lot of time for you, so… I was thinking, if you have to miss work, I’ll factor it into your rate. I would really like to get the project started as soon as we can,” he put his hand on his hip as he looked down at you, “the only thing I need from you is a list of materials. I’ll have them waiting for you here.”

“Here?”

“Well, yeah, I figure it makes most sense,” he turned his palm out.

“Hmm, sure, I prefer my own brushes but… you know I can just buy the stuff myself--”

“Ah, no, I want it to be perfect. You send me a list and I’ll have my assistant go out and get it all ready,” he assured, “How does Sunday sound?”

“Sunday?” you blanched. That was two days away.

“Like I said, Marcus is more than welcome to come with you,” he offered, “I’d hate to keep you from him too long.”

“I guess Sunday works,” you squeaked, “I’ll talk to Marcus.”

“Great,” he said coolly, “well, that’s business. How about a drink to seal the deal?”

“I don’t know, I should probably get back,” you fiddled with your bag against your hip.

“One drink won’t hurt,” he said, “go on, call the boyfriend and let him know you won’t be much longer.”

“I… thanks,” you murmured.

“You’re humble for an artist,” he joked as he sidled by you, “once you grow an ego, you’ll be unstoppable.” He neared the stairs as you turned to watch him, “I’ll be at the bar, waiting. You like gin?”

“Sure,” you answered as you pulled out your phone, “I’ll see you down there.”

🎨

When you told Marcus about your new side gig, he was even more excited than you. You were anxious and slightly hesitant. You hated to jump in feet first and risk losing more than a few tubes of paint. What if the work wasn’t good enough?

Marcus was more than willing to come with you when you told him about the size of the place. He knew by the area that it was extravagant. You sat in the passenger seat with the most expensive bottle of wine you’d ever bought cradled between your legs. You hated to show up empty handed after all of Clark’s generosity.

Marcus got lost and went down the wrong driveway before you righted your course. As you drove up, you were once more overcome from the rich rosebuds and sparkling fountain at the centre of the mosaic. You gripped the neck of the bottle and got out as Marcus whistled in awe.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is fucking nuts,” he swore, “I should’ve worn the tux from my brother’s wedding.”

“Please, Marcus,” you rolled your eyes, “let’s both try not to break anything.”

“You’re the clumsy one,” he chirped, “shit, you’re so lucky. You get to hang out here and paint all day? God, I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent. I’d trade it for code in a minute.”

You climbed the steps and clanged the large knocker on the right door. You waited a moment before an answer came and Clark appeared on the other side and beckoned you inside. He smiled as he shook Marcus’ hand.

“Thanks for joining us,” he said, “I would’ve felt awful stealing your girlfriend on the weekend like this.”

“Are you kidding me? She said you had a pool and I snuck the swim shorts into the backseat,” Marcus chuckled and you nudged him with your elbow.

“See?” Clark arched a brow, “the pool is always the seller.”

“Here,” you said as you held out the bottle of red, “for everything you’ve done and welcoming us into your home.”

“Ohhh,” he took the bottle and looked over the label, “I got a spot for this right behind the bar. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I brought my brushes,” you patted the canvas bag on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah, well, I’ll just put this away and we’ll give Marcus the grand tour. Then I’ll get you situated,” he assured and rushed off.

He returned and pointed Marcus through to the front room, “you’ll see, just over here,” he directed him to your paintings.

“Oh, wow, babe,” Marcus marveled at the hung portraits, “you really did it.”

You smiled bashfully and Clark peeked over at you and winked. You squirmed as your cheeks burned and you turned away as he beckoned Marcus past the mantle.

“It’s a big place,” Clark said, “I’d like to get you started before noon.”

Clark led you along the same path as days before and slowed as you came back to the top of the stairs. He turned back and clapped his hands together.

“Marcus, if you wanna hop in the pool, we’re gonna start just in there,” he pointed to the one door you hadn’t looked through, “that’s the studio.”

“What about you?” Marcus asked.

“Well, I’ll be a part of the process so I’m afraid I will be just as busy but if you need anything, Nina, she has a crooked nose and mean mouth but don’t let her fool you, she’ll get you whatever you need,” he said, “just don’t track in water from the pool or she’ll string you up.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Some alone time in the sun and a pool,” Marcus grinned, “I really couldn’t ask for anything else… except you, babe.”

“Sure,” you scoffed, “go, have fun.”

Marcus kissed you quickly and thanked Clark again before he excitedly barreled down the steps. You scratched your neck as you looked back to your host, and you guessed, your new boss.

“I’m sorry about him. He can be such a kid sometimes,” you said.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he waved it off, “so, you ready to see your workspace? I kinda wanted it to be a surprise. Also, a bit last minute so it’s not perfect… yet.”

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, “can’t wait.”

He motioned you over to the tall dusty rose doors and hooked his fingers in the slotted handles. He slid them open and revealed an airy room with a tall ceiling and long windows. An easel stood facing the sun streaked glass, an immense canvas bigger than yourself, bigger than him, propped up on it. There was a ladder nearby and the table was set with a rainbow of paints and a large pallet.

Your lips parted as you neared the easel and stared up at the canvas, “you were right, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

“I hope it’s not too much,” he said, “but you name your price. We’ll make it work.”

“No, no, I think for what you’re paying, I’ll do just fine,” you put your bag down daintily on the table, “so, uh, a portrait, I guess that means…”

Your voice trailed off as he went to the upholstered chair across the room, at an angle so you could see him from your vantage. Behind it, hung a velvet curtain to add to the scene and a bust on a pedestal. It felt surreal, like a dream.

You turned and pulled out the brushes, “I think you’ll get more tired than me, just sitting there.”

“I’ll make it through,” he assured as he sat, “is there anyway you’d like me to sit? Chin up, or…”

“Hmmm,” you turned to look at him, “I think… if you just put your shoulders back and… did you want a profile or--”

“I was thinking front-facing,” he stared at you steadily, unflinching as his eyes stuck to you, “just like this.”

“Perfect,” you said nervously and looked back to the table. 

There was water to rinse your brushes, rags, pencils, blending sticks; everything you needed and more. You took a pencil from the bunch and pulled over the ladder. You climbed up and looked over at Clark as he sat stoic and still. He looked picturesque in real life, you expected paint would only lend to his figure.

His eyes met yours and you turned to start tracing the basic shapes onto the canvas. You had to stop and steady your hand as you did. His gaze made it hard not to tremble.

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War & Peace || jhs

↠ War & Peace ↞ “Your rivalry with Jung Hoseok first began at the tender age of five, right after you’d beamed a cardboard box of crayons straight at his forehead. He’d bled and it’d later left behind a thin scar that sliced clean through his right eyebrow. You should’ve felt guilty, but you hadn’t. Still didn’t.

He’d had it coming for trying to Compel you to hand them over anyway. And technically, you did hand them over. Just not in the way he’d probably wanted. At least, that was what you’d told the teacher after Hoseok had growled wildly at you from across the playroom table.

But you know what they say; all’s fair in love and war.”

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings/Genre: Alpha!Hoseok. Omega!Reader. Enemies to lovers. ABO dynamics. Explicit language. Fluff.Slight angst. Cliché spin-the-bottle scene. Pining. They’re both annoying idiots. Competition au(?). Bad puns. Cliche Jackson throwing a party (a party ain’t a party if it ain’t a Jackson Wang party).

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The room was abuzz.

You paused where you stood at the entrance to the Four Seasons’ Hotel ballroom. Fingers tightening around the small, black clutch bag in your hand, you let your eyes rove over expensive dresses and suits and quaffed hair and curls. At least the spaghetti strap, two piece off-white dress your mother had bought (and forced you to wear) fit the occasion quite well, so your inherent fear of accidentally standing out wouldn’t come to fruition.

Whoever had decorated the ballroom had pulled out all the stops. There were miniature chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, lights turned to a dim setting. Small-yet-cosy circular tables were spread out evenly, chairs for two either occupied or emptied. A man in a catering ensemble approached you, extending his tray of bubbly champagne. Normally you wouldn’t put alcohol of any kind into your body, but you’d make an exception just that once. You took one with a smile of thanks and swallowed a mouthful in an attempt to chase away your nerves.

When your parents had first approached you about attending the matchmaking event, you’d been wary. The events themselves weren’t rare; young adults who had yet to find a mate would go to them. They had a ninety-nine percent success rate when it came to matching you. However, you found the whole thing to be quite archaic.

It wasn’t that you were against love or finding a mate or anything like that, you just didn’t think that attaching yourself to another person for life should be so significant. You’d been too busy during college getting your degree to date anyone seriously. And you’d never felt the desire to, hadn’t needed to.

As an Omega, you were the lowest tier in the societal hierarchy. And as an unmated Omega, you were a rare commodity. It was expected for an Omega to be mated before they even reached their twenties. Something about needing to be taken care of or some other bullshit that you disagreed with. You could take perfectly good care of yourself.

But when you’d come home mateless after graduation to visit your parents before trying to find a job with your degree, they’d been concerned. Your mother, a fellow Omega, had sat you down and forced you to fill out the overly long, three hundred questionnaire for the matchmaking service. Of course, you’d rolled your eyes, but ended up relenting. You’d decided that you’d just go to the damn event, let the mysterious matchmakers do their thing, give some excuse to leave sometime in the middle of the thing, and then go home and tell your parents that you’d tried.

You should’ve known that it wouldn’t be that easy.

Glancing down at the dark red card the size of your palm that the woman manning the check-in desk had given you, you memorized the two numbers printed on it. As if you hadn’t looked at it a few dozen times already. Just in case. You didn’t want to be there, but you weren’t about to somehow accidentally embarrass yourself either.

The flared, lace skirt of your dress brushed against your legs while you made your way through the room, eyes scanning the number placards on the table in search of your own. Some of them already had couples sitting at them, engaged in conversation and hiding shy smiles behind dainty hands. Your heels click-clacked against the shiny marble flooring as you weaved between others who were still finding their seats.

Eight, nine, ten, you mentally counted in your head, passing by the white-clothed tables. Eleven.

Your feet halted and you glanced down at your card one last time before looking up. Table twelve was already occupied, leaving a single seat left.

“Wow,” you murmured through red painted lips. He looked up at the sound of your voice, soulfully deep brown irises alighting on your form. Dark hair parted perfectly to reveal the smooth, tan skin of his forehead curled above a single one of those eyes. Heart-shaped lips that appeared soft to the touch parted in surprise. “I know you almost failed fifth grade math, but I didn’t think you were still this bad at counting.”

"I—what are you doing here?” Jung Hoseok looked so utterly bewildered that it would’ve been endearing if it had been anyone but him. He subconsciously smoothed a ringed hand down the front of his midnight black satin tux and stared at you like he’d never seen you before.

“What are you doing here?” You avoided answering his question with a raised eyebrow.

“What does it look like I’m doing here?”

“It looks like you’re sitting at my table,” you gestured at the aforementioned seat with your flute of champagne.

“No, I’m sitting at my table.” Hoseok tilted his head, sharp jawline standing out and tiny dimples revealing themselves as he pursed his mouth. “It’s not my fault that you can’t read.”

“Excuse me?” A sound of indignation sprang from the back of your throat and you dropped your clutch on the table in order to flip around the tiny card in your hand. The number twelve was embedded on it in swirling, looping gold font. “Now move.”

He did not, in fact, move. He just sat there like an impressive impersonation of a statue. The only part of him that moved was when those espresso hued eyes of his widened in either surprise or shock, you didn’t know. Nor did you care. Or at least you hadn’t until he slowly lifted a hand to show you his own card with the number twelve printed on it.

And then you too, did the best performance you could muster at being frozen solid. As if the universe was attempting to prove that the two of you had, in fact, been matched together, your voices harmonized as you spoke at the same exact time:

“Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me.”

                  (Seventeen years ago)

Your rivalry with Jung Hoseok first began at the tender age of five, right after you’d beamed a cardboard box of crayons straight at his forehead. He’d bled, and it’d later left behind a thin scar that sliced clean through his right eyebrow. You should’ve felt guilty, but you hadn’t. Still didn’t.

He’d had it coming for trying to Compel you to hand them over anyway. And technically, you did hand them over. Just not in the way he’d probably wanted. At least, that’s what you’d told the teacher after Hoseok growled wildly at you from across the playroom table.

The kindergarten classroom had been packed with screaming, rambunctious toddlers. It was an important time in every child’s life — not because that was the age where friendships first began; it was when nature started to reveal itself. When the part of the brain in charge of scent glands that separated the Alphas from the Betas from the Omegas developed.

You’d been relegated to one of the tables in the corner with all the rest of the soft, floral smelling, shy Omegas. Until the green colored crayon you’d been using to smear across your paper in an attempt at drawing the vast forest outside ran out. The closest resupply of your writing instrument had been lying all the way across the room on one of the empty tables.

Of course, because fate was nothing but a bitch, your quick hands snatched the crayon box up point-two seconds before a pouting Jung Hoseok could. He’d looked at you with those gentle, chocolate brown eyes of his, and then the first words he’d ever spoken to you passed his heart shaped lips.

“Hey, give it!”

And yours to him. “No way! I got them first, loser!”

The rounded apples of his cheeks puffed up with a scowl, jaw clenched. If he’d been taller than you, maybe he would’ve been intimidating. But to you, he’d just looked like a fluffed up chicken.

“Well, you’re an Omega and I’m an Alpha, so you gotta do what I say,” his tongue fumbled over the larger words and he crossed his arms over his chest with a look that told you he thought he’d just won the battle.

“Make me,” scoffing, you leveled him with a glare and waved the box of crayons under his perfectly straight nose.

“Fine.” His eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath. “Give them.” His dark irises flashed gold as he laced his words with the power of an Alpha Command.

If he were older and had more of a grip over his powers, perhaps you would’ve felt compelled. But the only thing that overcame you was annoyance. Your fingers tightened around the box; your arm cocked back. “Fine.”

And it went careening straight into his forehead with a crack! that had all heads in the room turning to look back. Sticking your nose in the air, you slipped your stolen green crayon into your dress pocket and skipped back to your table.

That was when your rivalry first started.

And the war began.

Eleven years later and the whole town knew of your blatant dislike for one another. It was difficult not to when the moment the two of you entered the same room, you were immediately at each other’s throats. Some of the older, more set-in-their-ways Alphas frowned upon your rivalry with Jung Hoseok. Though they were more annoyed at the fact that he never used his Alpha Compulsion to “put his mouthy Omega in her place” than anything else.

His. Hearing them call you his never failed to absolutely infuriate you. Like you were nothing other than a piece of property. Like you belonged to the one person in the world who you despised the most. Like you could belong to anyone at all.

Omegas were supposed to cow to Betas, and above all, Alphas. The hierarchy had been around since the beginning of time. Since Alphrina, the goddess of all mankind, had created the first Alpha in her image. They were the strongest of the Three, Betas coming in second and Omegas last.

If Hoseok had been like any other Alpha, then he probably would’ve long since made you submit to him. But he never had. Lisa, your childhood best friend and the town’s most popular female Alpha, had theorized that maybe he just didn’t know how to use his Alpha powers. But you knew better. His pride would never recover if he’d been forced to Compel you into listening to him.

Not even after you’d paid Jeon Jungkook a hefty sum to switch Hoseok’s shampoo bottle during the football team’s after practice shower with a similar one you’d filled with green hair dye back in high school. He’d stormed up to your locker the next day, cheeks aflame with rage and jaw clenched while he spat out (true) accusations.

But he’d had no proof that you’d been the one to make him look like a very festive Christmas tree, what with the already bright red strands of his hair stained with streaks of green. You’d thoroughly made sure that Jungkook would do it while the team was actually showering, so the soap and hot water would wash away any lingering scent of the culprit.

Hoseok had gotten you back, of course, by sticking a huge glob of chewing gum in your hair after you’d fallen asleep on your desk during history class. You’d cried for two days straight after your mom had to chop off your long locks into a shoulder length bob. And the cycle repeated itself with you taking revenge by stealing the janitor’s keys after school, and hiding a dead fish in Hoseok’s locker to decompose over the two week long Christmas break.

At least your rivalry had stopped anyone else from trying to mess with you due to your Omega status. Either they’d been too afraid of stepping on Hoseok’s toes, or had just been way too entertained by your antics, you weren’t sure. But you weren’t complaining, not when you saw how the other Omega’s in your school had been treated.

It hadn’t been good.

At all.

Suffice to say, maybe you would be somewhat grateful for Hoseok if you didn’t despise his existence so much.

You blamed your last weekend of your high school career for implanting the seed into your mind. For flip-turning your opinion of Jung Hoseok right upside down. Not that you’d exactly noticed it at first; it’d just kickstarted the slow sliver of doubt that began to fester.

Partying wasn’t usually your thing. You didn’t have anything against it, nor the people that chose to do so, you just refused to partake in anything that could alter your state of mind. Because being an Omega not in full control of yourself was a dangerous thing to be. But it was the end of mandated schooling and a very important milestone that deserved celebrating.

Which was the exact argument that Lisa had used in order to convince you to go with her and Jennie (a Beta and the most recent addition to your friend group) to the after graduation party. Jackson Wang’s house was unnecessarily massive, most likely due to both of his Alpha parents being on the city council. He’d somehow been able to convince them to take a weekend vacation and leave the estate in his (ir)responsible hands.

By the time you pulled up with both of your friends, the party was in full swing. Cars littered the curved driveway all the way down to the street below. (And seeing as how the Wang Estate was fifty acres, that was a long way down.) Music poured out from the opened front doors, heavy bass rattling the windows of Lisa’s Nissan.

You pressed your nose against the passenger side glass with a grimace. Fiddling with the overly tight dress that Jennie had forced you into, you sighed deeply.

“Oh, come on, Y/n, it’ll be fun,” Jennie leaned forward from the backseat to cheer encouragingly.

“I didn’t even say anything,” you argued and finally turned away from the steadily approaching mansion.

“You didn’t have to. You have that I-Don’t-Want-To-Be-Here face,” Lisa spoke up from the driver’s seat, eyes intently focused on finding a parking spot.

You snorted. “That’s because I don’t. Being surrounded by loud, drunk Alphas and Betas isn’t the most appealing way to spend my Friday night, thank you very much.”  

“We already told you that we’re going to watch out for you tonight.” Lisa made a noise in the back of her throat when she finally found somewhere to leave her vehicle.

“Exactly. Remember what happened last time some asshole Beta harassed you?”

“You mean the time Lisa almost got arrested when she fought that guy in the McDonald’s line?”

“Yup, that’s the one.”

“I’m still mad I never got my McDouble,” Lisa sighed forlornly and cut the engine to her car.

“All you think about is food,” Jennie laughed, quickly scrambling out of the car before Lisa could turn around and swat at her leg.

“Well, she’s not wrong.” The only thing that saved you from your best friend’s wrath was the fact that you were faster than she was.

Inside the house was just as you’d expected: crowded, loud, so many smells and sounds that had your heightened senses almost crying from overstimulation. You followed Jennie and Lisa to the kitchen for them to make themselves drinks (and to snatch up a can of soda for yourself).

Somehow, somehow, your night ended up with Lisa shoving her tongue down some poor Beta’s throat, and you stuck sitting in a circle in the basement of Jackson Wang’s overly large house. Playing a game of spin-the-bottle with a group of people that you barely knew. Well, most of them anyway.

And you hadn’t intended to play at all, hadn’t had any interest in it, but one look at your mortal enemy’s shit-eating grin sitting across from you had made you stop yourself right before you bowed out. Because you knew for a damn fact that if you’d tried, he would’ve ended up saying something to try and embarrass you.

So instead, you reached out and watched intently as the beer bottle spun around and around and around and around. The green hue of the glass gleamed beneath the dim, blue lights in the basement tauntingly. Everything slowed down, your heartbeat thundered in your eardrums, the music faded into the background. You thought it’d never stop.

Until it did.

A hush fell around the group as you sluggishly trailed your eyes upwards and locked them onto your apparent make-out partner. Fate was a bitch and your life was nothing but a cosmic joke. Because of course, of course, clichés wouldn’t be clichés if they weren’t clichés.

And god you hated clichés.

“Ew no,” slipped out of your mouth unhindered before you could even think to form the syllables.

Directly across the circle, Hoseok raised a perfectly shaped dark eyebrow. (You hated he looked so good even when his hair was such an obnoxious and unflattering shade of red.) That annoying, self-assured smirk tugged at the corner of his coral hued, heart-shaped mouth. “Afraid?”

Everyone around the circle had fallen silent, choosing to sit back and watch the drama unfold instead of talking over it. Like you were some kind of live entertainment, their heads bouncing back and forth between the two of you. So when you scoffed, it was loud enough that every ear could hear it.

“I’m not afraid, I just don’t want you touching me because you’ve slept with so many people. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Careful, you sound a little jealous there, L/n.” A second eyebrow jumped up to join the first and Hoseok leaned his weight forward. That insufferable smirk grew.

“Jealous?” Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “As if I’d ever be jealous of anything involving you, Jung.”

“It’s okay to admit it,” he shrugged casually. “If you ask me, I think it’s kind of flattering. Sad and a little pathetic, but flattering.”

“What would I possibly be jealous of? Didn’t you have an STD last month?” You shot back with an unamused snort.

He did that thing again where the apples of his cheeks puffed up and his mouth pursed. While that expression had made him appear very non-intimidating in the past, with puberty had come the sharpening of his jawline and the development of high cheekbones. Maybe if it were any other Alpha looking at you like that, your inner Omega would’ve been cowering. But witnessing someone pee their pants and then cry about it in the first grade tended to make it impossible to see them as menacing.

“That was just a rumor!” Hoseok glared, face beginning to pink beneath the stares of everyone in the room.

“That’s not what Sulgi said,” you hummed. “Yikes.”

“You—”

“As entertaining as this foreplay is to watch,” Jackson’s deep voice piped up, leaning back on his hands from where he sat between two girls you didn’t recognize. “I’d like to take my turn sometime tonight. So either kiss or go fight out in the parking lot, I don’t care.”

Hoseok’s eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, more than likely contemplating arguing with the party host (you knew he didn’t like being ordered around, especially by another Alpha), before a spark of mischievous amusement lit up his mocha colored irises and he turned back to you, head tilted. “I would love to move on, but L/n over here is too afraid to.”

Your lip curled. “I already told you that I—”

“Nervous then? I bet that you haven’t even been kissed before, have you?”

Even though he was correct, you refused to allow him to know it. So you’d never kissed someone before, who cared? People graduated high school all the time without locking lips with someone else. And it wasn’t like you’d never had the chance to—you’d had plenty of dating offers—you’d just never found any of them worthy enough to kiss. That was it.

Not that Jung Hoseok needed to know that.

So you lied.

“Of course I have.”

“Oh really.” It wasn’t a question. “Who?”

“That’s none of your business,” you sniffed.

Hoseok looked like a wolf right before it pounced on its prey: smug. “Then what’s the problem then? Afraid you’d like it?”

“Wow, I don’t know how you fit through the door with your ego as inflated as it is. Like I’d ever enjoy kissing you. It took Sulgi months to shut up about how bad you are at it.”

His haughty expression dropped from his face and his stare darkened at the blatant insult. You realized your mistake the very moment that the challenge sparked within his eyes. He stood slowly, gaze locked on your own as he stepped over the bottle in the middle of the floor. When he reached you, his hand shot down and grasped onto your upper arm, lifting you from your cross-legged seat and onto the soles of your shoes.

“Wha—” He cut off your indignant protest with his mouth before it could fully form.

The last thing you ever would have expected was for Jung Hoseok to kiss you, let alone softly. For his mouth to press against yours with just enough pressure to be labeled as delicate—like the tickling of butterfly wings. He trapped your bottom lip between both of his, slender fingers threading through the hair at the nape of your neck. You shouldn’t have let him touch the most sensitive part of your body. Shouldn’t have instinctively liked it.

Shouldn’t have let your eyes flutter closed and kissed him back. But you were too wrapped up in his strong scent, the warmth of his skin, the gentle exhaling of air as he breathed, the lingering taste of the alcohol from his emptied cup. One kiss turned into two, into three, into four. Until your hands came up to grasp the material of his shirt between your fingers.

Jung Hoseok kissed you like you’d always wanted to be kissed. Slowly and softly and warmly. When his tongue slipped between your lips and touched yours, it wasn’t with the roughness of someone trying to take control. It was a dance; one where he took the lead subtly and you willingly let him do it.

His hand on your arm found your waist and pulled you close, pressed your fronts together until there was no longer any space separating you. A sigh escaped when his tongue brushed against yours more firmly, more determined to have you melting and pliant beneath his touch. Until you had to swallow a whimper when he finally pulled away.

He didn’t go far, just enough to look at you down the slope of his straight nose, pupils blown wide and eyelids heavy and mouth kiss-swollen. You hated him then, in that moment, more than you ever had before. Hated him for stealing your first kiss. Hated him for making you want to lean forward and pull him back until you could no longer breathe. Hated him for dropping his hands from your heated skin with a wink and that knowing smirk of his.

Hated him.

The rest of the game had been a blur after that. You’d sat back down between Jennie (ignoring her imploring expression) and a Beta whom you couldn’t even process the face of. You didn’t spin again, had been content to just sit next to your friend and sip at your almost empty can of soda.

And you hated, hated, hated yourself for noticing that Hoseok never took another turn either.

                           (Present Time)

You’d been content with the fact that you’d never have to see your rival again after that night. With high school finally over, you would be going off to college on the other side of the country and would finally be free. To say that you’d been ecstatic would’ve been an understatement. There would be no more biting comments aimed at you in the hallway, no more having to be paranoid about being the victim of another of Hoseok and his friend’s pranks.

No more Hoseok.

It had been a glorious, stress-free (to an extent) four years of your life. Both Lisa and Jennie had applied to and been accepted to the same university as you, so you’d split the rent three ways and moved in together. City life had been a difficult adjustment, a culture shock, but now you were used to it and absolutely loved it.

Which meant that fate had to come around and fuck things up.

Silence had fallen between both you and Hoseok. All around you, couples sitting at the other tables in the expansive ballroom were jabbering away, getting to know one another to see how compatible they were. Laughter and glasses clinking harmonized together with the gentle music playing from the hotel speakers hidden somewhere you couldn’t see.

You’d collapsed bonelessly into your seat after the shock of being matchmade with your mortal enemy wore off. Now you were just annoyed. At your parents for making you go to the stupid thing, at yourself for not lying on your questionnaire, at the universe for existing. At Hoseok for existing. There was a lot to process.

Obviously, the matchmaking service was flawed, false, fake, inaccurate. And you were glad that you hadn’t been excited for the event in the first place, because you would’ve been dead by now. Reason of death? Disappointment. How in the world someone could think you and Hoseok were compatible at all was a complete mystery to you.

Glancing up from where you’d been glaring at your still half full flute of champagne, you eyed your unwelcome companion. Hoseok was looking out into the crowded room, stare blank as his mind went somewhere you had no interest in trying to follow even if you could. Four years had passed since you’d last laid eyes on him and in that time he’d changed physically, but also still looked the same.

No longer was he the teenager who’d yet to grow into his cheekbones, though he still had those broad shoulders and large hands and muscular-yet-slim athletic build. He’d always been handsome—not that you’d ever tell him that, even if your life was at stake—and his looks had only matured. Hoseok was all angles and sharp lines and deep set eyes framed by long lashes that always made you secretly jealous.

Which only fueled your puzzlement.

“Why are you here?”

He blinked, snapping out of whatever thoughts were running through his mind and turned back to you. “What?”

“Why are you here,” you asked slowly, tongue spelling out each of the syllables like he couldn’t understand you otherwise.

Hoseok’s eyes narrowed. “I thought we already had this conversation.”

Scoffing, you crossed your arms. “I meant here as in this stupid event looking for a mate, not this stupid table.”

“Why are you? Already scared off everyone on the other side of the country with your annoying personality?” Four years later and he still had that infuriating smirk, that quirk of his lips that had your blood pressure instantly spiking.

“Are you here because you’ve slept with the whole town already?”

Humming, Hoseok tilted his head to the side in fake contemplation. “Your jealousy is showing again, L/n.”

“Your inflated ego is showing again, Jung.”

“Oh? If I’m recalling correctly, that’s exactly what you said years ago, right before you slobbered all over my chin.”

“Me? Me? Says the one who—”

“Could I have everyone’s attention please?” A woman’s voice cut through your heated response. Somewhere between the time the conversation had first begun and now, both you and Hoseok had gone from putting as much distance between the two of you as possible, to practically falling on top of the table to spew insults at one another.

With one last glare, you turned to look over your shoulder at the well-dressed blonde woman standing on the stage near the front. The material of her designer jumpsuit shimmered beneath the lights as her manicured hand held a microphone to her glossy, smiling lips. “Hello everyone! I’d like to welcome you to this year’s MateMaking—”

Hoseok’s quiet scoff echoed your own at the sound of the horribly unwitty play on words. His annoyed scowl also mirrored yours when you turned back to throw him one.

“—event! I can see that everyone has already found their mate-tastic partners for the evening.” She winked, earning a few light, nervous giggles from the crowd. “There are a few house rules that we must go over before we can officially begin. For starters, there will be no exchanging of partners. Secondly, a limit of two alcoholic beverages per person has and will be implemented. And last but not least, please make sure to enjoy yourselves! Now, onto the mate—” another wink “—event.”

“The grand prize for the lucky couple who wins tonight’s competition has been graciously donated by the Four Seasons Hotel.” She held up her fingers as she listed them, but you were too busy hanging onto her previous statement. “A free, one night stay in the penthouse suite tonight, an unlimited tab at the bar down the hall, and,” she paused in an attempt to build up the anticipation. “Eight hundred dollars cash.”

“Competition,” you questioned under your breath. What the hell did she mean by that? Wasn’t the whole event supposed to just be a glorified blind date? You threw a glance over your shoulder at Hoseok, who was too busy mouthing the words “eight hundred dollars” to pay you any attention.

“Now if you could all please leave your seats and gather onto the dance floor with your partner, we can begin.” The sound of chairs pushing back from tables echoed around the room and you watched as the people closest to the large opening in the middle of the floor started congregating.

Confused, you blindly rose to your feet and looked to see Hoseok doing the same. “What the hell is going on? I thought this was supposed to be about matchmaking?”

He blinked once, twice, before a laugh bubbled up his throat. “Did you not read the details of the event?”

“What details?” Your cheeks were slowly turning pink in embarrassment, you could feel it, and also couldn’t help it.

“You’re really telling me that you missed the giant, bold letters on the website?”

“What bold letters?” Weaving through the emptying tables, you tried your best to keep up with him on your shorter legs.

Hoseok tutted. “And you always tried to say that I was the stupid one.” He looked down at you once he finally found a spot on the floor that he liked, humor dancing across his face. You were just far away enough from the two coupled next to you that you couldn’t hear their conversations without trying to eavesdrop.

Annoyed, you smacked a hand against his arm and hissed, “Just tell me, asshole!”

“Owch.” He rubbed where you’d hit him, faking a grimace like you’d ever be able to actually hurt him. “Is that how you talk to someone you’re trying to get to help you?”

Your mouth opened to let out another string of character attacking profanities, but he halted them by holding up a hand. “This is a matchmaking event, but it’s also a competition. One that I’m not going to lose, not with that prize money on the line.”

“Oh,” you responded. Well, that explained some of it, but. “We.”

“What?”

“One that we’re not gonna lose,” you corrected him, mind already reeling with what you could use all of that cash for. “We win and split the money.”

“What makes you think that I’d want to split it with you?” A raise of his eyebrow.

A roll of your eyes. “Like you have any other choice. Do you see any other person you can impose your irritating presence on?”

A pause in the air. Pursed lips. Then: “Fine.”

“Fine.”

An agreement.

A temporary ceasefire just in time for one of the workers of the event to reach your side and gift the two of you with a bright green, inflated balloon. He walked off with the parting instructions not to pop it before making his way down the line and giving one to each couple he passed.

“The first stage of tonight’s competition,” the woman MCing (you were pretty sure she’d introduced herself, you’d just hadn’t been paying attention) addressed the crowd. “Is a slow dance to test you and your partner’s ability to be gentle with one another, both with the body and the heart. You must take the balloons that you have and put it in between your bodies.

“Whenever you hear the music change, you and your partner must step closer to each other. The last seven out of our ten couples that succeed in not popping the balloon or letting it fall to the ground will move on to the next round. Those of you who do not pass, will be shown to the bar across the hall to better get acquainted. Let us begin! Don’t be shy, everyone get into position.”

A few chuckles filtered throughout the room, balloons squeaking and strangers lightly conversing as they tried to follow the instructions. You looked up at Hoseok who looked back down at you with the medium sized balloon clutched in his hand.

He tilted his head to the side and wiggled the piece of rubber and hot air. “Are you going to come closer or not? Don’t pretend like you don’t want to touch me.”

“Trust me when I say that I don’t have to pretend,” you huffed, but stepped closer. One of his hands shot out to wrap around your waist, long slender fingers spreading across the whole expanse of the small of your back. You did your best to ignore the heat that bled from his body like a leech, and placed your left hand on his right shoulder.

With the balloon now firmly in place between the two of you, Hoseok took up your free hand with his just in time for the music to start pouring over the speakers. It wasn’t anything that you recognized—some indie song where the singer crooned lyrics about love or beauty or whatever. You didn’t care enough to pay attention.

“You better not step on my feet,” you spoke as the two of you swayed side to side, just loud enough for him to hear, but not enough for the slow dancing couples around you.

“Me? Step on your feet?” Hoseok gave you a look of disbelief. “Aren’t you the one who broke Felix Lee’s foot at prom?”

“No.” At the raising of his brows, you rolled your eyes and looked at some point over his shoulder so you wouldn’t have to meet his skeptical stare. “Okay, so maybe.” — he snorted — “But that had nothing to do with dancing!”

“You’ve always been a horrible liar, L/n.”

“And you’ve always been horrible at telling the truth, Jung.” The song changed into something a little more upbeat, one you thought you might have heard a time or two. Unfortunately, you had to step an inch closer to the man steadily guiding you around the dance floor.

A pop! resounded from the other side of the room as the first couple was eliminated. Squeaking from the balloon cushioned between both of your chests had your conversation pausing for a moment before it picked back up.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, you know what it means.”

“Believe it or not, L/n,” Hoseok began, “But I would never claim to know what goes on in that cluttered mind of yours.”

“I—wait,” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know who I went to prom with?”

His mouth opened and closed, obviously ready to swing at you with another comeback before your question caught him off guard. “What?”

“How did you know that I went to prom with Felix?” Another change of the song had you automatically taking another step forward. “I thought you didn’t go to prom.”

“How did you know that I didn’t go to prom?” Hoseok fired back, avoiding the question.

“Oh, please,” you took a breath through your mouth and immediately regretted it when his strong, husky scent invaded your senses and lingered on your tongue. “If you were there, you would’ve been up my ass all night.”

“Now who’s the one with the inflated ego? Everyone was talking about how you’d stomped on him with your ogre feet the next day of school.” He didn’t make eye contact when you looked back at him, his gaze trailing over your head.

You raised an eyebrow. “Now who’s the horrible liar?”

“I’m not lying.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“And I don’t care.”

“Liar.”

“Truther.”

“Truth— what — what even is that?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.”

“Which is?”

Hoseok’s lips pulled back into a grin, tiny dimples popping into place and white teeth kissing the air. “A truther.”

“You’re so annoying,” the words were supposed to sound annoyed, but you couldn’t help the amused upwards twitch of your mouth.

“I don’t think you have any room to talk, sweetheart.”

You blinked at the pet name. That was new. “Sweetheart?”

Hoseok didn’t respond right away. He just stared down at you past his perfectly shaped nose, dark eyelashes framing brushing the apples of his cheeks. And for the first time in as long as you could remember, you realized that you couldn’t read the thoughts lingering behind his softly bright eyes. Silence lingered for one moment, two, and then his heart shaped lips parted and—

Pop!

You started, jerking back in surprise and Hoseok’s grip on you was the only thing that prevented your balloon from falling to the floor. Pop! Next to you, a couple let out noises of disappointment as they watched the remnants of their popped balloon scatter beneath their feet. They must have frightened another pair of people in the center of the dance floor because theirs popped as well.

“And that concludes our first round!” The MC spoke out over the crowd. “Congratulations to those who have made it though. Now let’s see if your luck persists during round two!”

You looked at Hoseok and he looked back, previously open expression dropped. No words were exchanged, but you already knew that the conversation would be dropped.

Hoseok’s back was warm from where it pressed up against yours, the chairs you sat in doing nothing to stop it from seeping into your skin. In your hands was a tablet, screen displaying the game that the two of you were about to play. The goal was to “defuse a bomb” by following the manual filled with instructions. Which sounded easy in retrospect, but seeing as how the only way you could get said instructions was by Hoseok reading them off the packet in his grasp.

You weren’t allowed to look at the manual, and he wasn’t allowed to look at the tablet screen. And somehow, some way, you were supposed to “defuse the bomb” in five minutes. The MC had said something about testing your ability to communicate with one another, blah, blah, blah. All you knew was that there was no way you were going to lose the stupid competition.

Even if you had to deal with Hoseok’s frustrated grumbling.

“Just tell me which wire I need to cut, Jung!” Or perhaps it was you who was doing the frustrated grumbling. But eh, semantics. The tablet screen was displaying a section of the “bomb” that had four wires criss-crossing one another and you were only allowed to “cut” one of them.

“I already told you,” Hoseok grunted. “The blue one.”

“There’s two blue ones!”

“Then cut the one that’s more blue!”

“They’re the same color you idiot!”

“Stop yelling, I’m trying to read!” He huffed, the sound of paper turning accompanying it. Around the room, the noise level was a cacophony of people talking over one another. The closer the five minutes got to being over, the higher the voices rose. “It says, ‘if there is a red wire—’”

“I only have two blue’s and two white’s!”

“Cut the first blue wire then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, L/n.”

“Fine.” A pause as you tapped on the screen and waited for it to do something. “Nothing’s happening.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why would I lie—oh wait, no, there’s a little x on the screen. Okay I think we’re good with that one.” You didn’t even have to look back to see Hoseok’s face to know that he was rolling his eyes in exasperation. “Now it’s showing a square with four different symbols inside it. What am I supposed to do now?”

“Hold on.” He shuffled his papers in search of the next set of instructions. “Okay, it says ‘always press symbols higher in the column than lower in the column.’”

“What does that even mean?”

“How am I supposed to know? Do I look like the game designer?”

“You’re an Alpha, aren’t you supposed to have great leadership skills or something?”

“What does that even have to do with this?”

“Just give me the damn instructions, Jung!”

“You’re so pushy. No wonder you’re still single.” Hoseok didn’t give you a chance to respond to his jibe before he continued. “Push the symbol of the pitchfork first, then,” he halted for a second, more than likely trying to find his next words before continuing. “Press the one that looks like a pregnant letter T.”

“A what?”

“I know you know what I’m talking about!”

You scrutinized the symbols before going with the one he described, not that you’d ever tell him it was pretty accurate. “Now what?”

“Next is the one that looks like a football goal.” (“God, you’re such a jock.”) “And then push the last one.”

Your finger tapped the screen and a noise escaped your throat when all of the panels on the “bomb” turned green and the timer stopped counting down. “Oh, hell yes!”

“What? Did we beat it?” Hoseok’s head tilted in your direction without him actually having to look back at you.

“Fuck yeah!” Okay, so maybe you were shouting a little too loudly and maybe all of the other couples who had yet to finish the game were giving you looks, but it wasn’t your fault that you were the first team to win.

“Yeah?” Hoseok finally turned to face you, torso twisting in his chair in order to do so. His face was lit up in excitement, the adrenaline of trying to complete the game sparking to life in his beautifully expressive brown eyes.

“Yeah!” It was unusual for an Omega to be competitive, but you couldn’t help your inherent desire to win. If you were to analyse it, a therapist would probably say that it was more than likely due to growing up competing with the man who sat at your back. (But you weren’t a therapist.)

You weren’t sure who went for it first, who moved, who decided to cross that boundary. But one moment you were looking up at his face, and the next your nose was pressed into the junction between his neck and shoulder. Hoseok’s arm was wrapped around your upper back and both of yours were loops around his neck.

The celebratory hug didn’t last long, just enough for his scent — gentle and earthy like petrichor right before it rained — before the both of you pulled away like you’d been electrocuted. An awkward silence followed the accidental physical contact and you weren’t sure where you were supposed to look. But it wasn’t at him.

And you definitely did not miss the feeling of being pressed to his chest.

(Or maybe Hoseok was right and you were a terrible liar. Even to yourself.)

The second round had eliminated a majority of the remaining contestants. Now all that was left were you and Hoseok, a petite woman with a contrastingly tall man, and two average height men. Since your team had come in first place during the last round, you were relegated to nonsensically going last in the final one. With the previous eliminated couples allowed back into the ballroom, you had quite the audience.

Sitting in another chair in the middle of the dance floor, you fiddled with the whiteboard and marker in your hands. You were facing Hoseok so the two of you couldn’t cheat by looking at what the other person was writing. The MC stood between and a little behind both of you, lips pulled up into a smile as she held a stack of cards in her hand.

You’d only ever seen this game played at the weddings of family members you’d gone to over the years, so why they’d chosen to have to (what they thought) complete strangers play it was a mystery to you. Something about “getting to know one another” and “testing compatibility” bullshit and the couple who got the highest answers correct was the winner.

Whatever.

When the MC asked her first question, you were ready.

“Okay, let’s begin! First question, write down which one of the two of you that you believe owns more clothes than the other.” Holding back an eye roll, you quickly scribbled down your answer with the dry-erase marker at the same time that Hoseok did. “Now show us your boards!”

You turned yours with a flick of your wrist, Hoseok’s name written across the surface in ink. It came as no surprise at all that he’d also penned himself down; he’d always been on top of all of the trends in the fashion world so you knew for a fact that his closet greatly exceeded yours.

“Would you look at that!” The MC crowed. “Already so in sync!”

(Unbeknownst to you both, your faces mirrored the same grimace as you erased your boards.)

“Second question: who do you believe is the most stubborn?”

That one took a bit more thought, your eyes flickering up to watch as Hoseok easily scrawled on his board. You already knew what he was going to write and you wanted to win, and you’d do whatever it took to do so. Even if it meant admitting something that wasn’t true.

At the MC’s cue, your boards flipped around to display your name written down on both of them. You glared. The crowd aw’d. The MC squealed at how “you were on the same wavelength.”

“Who’s most likely to cry during a movie?” Hoseok.

“Who do you think is the smartest.” You (much to your surprise that he wrote that down).

“Who has to have the final word during an argument?” You. That one took a little longer to decide with the two of you eyeing each other over the tops of your boards.

“Who got better grades in school?” A snort and the sound of your marker dragging across the board to scribble your own name down.

“Who’s the better dancer?” Hoseok, of course. Who could forget him dancing in the school hallways early in the morning before people even deigned to enter the place?

“If you were to become a couple, who would wear the pants in the relationship.” That question had you glaring and fingers cramping as you dug the tip of the marker into the board. Both was scribbled down on each.

“How about this one: who do you think is the better kisser?” The time in Jackson Wang’s basement popped to the forefront of your mind. It’d been years, but you could still remember the feel of Hoseok’s lips moving against yours and the taste of him on your tongue. You paused, marker hovering over the board before you took a deep, silent breath and wrote your answer down.

That was the first question that the two of you got wrong. With his board displaying your name and yours displaying his, all you could do was stare. Hoseok’s mouth was pressed into a line, not one of his angry ones, but the one he would unconsciously do whenever he was thinking hard on something. You weren’t sure what it was, nor did you have the time to try and figure it out.

“Aw, the first question they’ve gotten wrong. Or did they get it right?” Cue a wink from the MC and a few chuckles from the crowd. “How about we get a little more serious with the final question, hm? Who do you believe would be the first to fall in love with the other?”

You were positive that that would be the second question the two of you would get wrong, but you wrote your answer down anyway. When the cue came to flip them over, you felt your heart stutter. Lips part in surprise. Breath catch in your throat.

Hoseok looked at you with his lips pressed in that thin line, espresso hued, deep set eyes displaying an emotion that you’d never seen before. Never thought would be aimed at you. The whiteboard clutched between your hands shook as you read his over and over and wondered at what it meant (and if you were going to lie to yourself again).

Hoseok was written down on both of your boards, much to the delight of the onlookers.

The MC announcing that the game was complete and that you and Hoseok were the winners was a blur. The cheers from the crowd were a blur. The way the MC held both of your hands as she congratulated you and gifted you with your prizes was a blur.

Hoseok’s refusal to look at you was the only thing that was crystal clear. His back, his broad shoulders cloaked in his black satin tuxedo jacket, the nape of his neck, were the only things you could see. You didn’t get the chance to even speak to him until the elevator doors leading up to the penthouse slid shut.

The MC had sent you off with the key and a wink and a promise that the aforementioned eight hundred dollars was awaiting the two of you in the penthouse suite. Silence engulfed the steel box as it ascended that was neither awkward, nor tense—just heavy. You couldn’t stand it. So you wouldn’t.

“Hoseok.”

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, back braced against the elevator wall.

“Why did you write your name down for that question?”

“Which one? There were dozens.”

“You still suck at telling the truth.”

A pause hovered in the air, the red digital numbers above the elevator continuing to count upwards. And then he spoke. “I was telling the truth.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”

“Yes.”

Hoseok laughed breathily. Not of amusement, not of someone who’d found something particularly funny. “Do you remember the first time we kissed?”

You didn’t trust your voice, so all you could do was nod.

“I’d been wanting to kiss you since you threw that box of crayons at my head.” He turned to look at you, eyes deep and open and luminescent. “And I’ve been thinking about doing it again ever since that game of spin-the-bottle.”

Your mouth opened and closed, words stuck in your throat until you forced yourself to cough them out. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

He scoffed. “Why would I? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Hoseok.” The syllables of his first name were unfamiliar on your tongue, but you loved the taste of them anyway. “I’ve never hated you.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. “Really.” It wasn’t a question.

“Okay, no, that was a lie,” you mumbled. “I didn’t hate you until after that kiss. But it was only because I’d never wanted it to end.”

“What are you saying?”

“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” You shot back without any heat.

“Maybe,” he hummed, lifting a hand to brush against your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered closed when his nose brushed yours. That was the only warning you got before he captured your mouth with his. Hoseok’s lips were just as soft as you remembered, his kiss just as slow, taste just as intoxicating. You involuntarily sighed into his mouth when his teeth caught your bottom lip and tugged.

“I love you,” he breathed into the crevice of your neck.

You sighed. A soft, gentle thing that had the corners of his mouth ticking upwards. “I love you too.”

A pause and then:

“Even though you’re annoying.”

Hoseok’s laugh shook both his frame and yours and you couldn’t help the giggle that harmonized.

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[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys as part of the mafia + how he met you

note: i just thought of this while im washing the dishes HAHA. female reader insert. also happy birthday to the ultimate baby bokuto 🥺💖

warnings: nsfw, mention of violence, grammar issues because im dumb asf

bokuto kotaro 

decoy/manipulator

has a two persona that is best used especially when he is in the midst of a deal

even though he’s a decoy, it is enough to send a rival down to his knees and beg for his mercy

Because bokuto doesn’t show tiny bit of his mercy especially when his dominating side takes over him

Is a good manipulator. To the point that you would have constant nightmares with just the slip of his words.

Good with his hands. Quite aggressive. Yet he plays his cards elegantly like the man he is.

you met him in a luxurious casino. you were the attendant of his table and you could always note how fast his mood changes and it was scary. you carefully stacked the chips in front of him, feeling the heavy weight of his stern gaze. you saw from your peripheral how his hands slid down the edge of the mahogany. “play with me.”

you didn’t answere and continued on organizing the stacks for a new game as per bokuto’s request but he repeated those words again, “play with me. you. im talking to you.”

and you did. he lost. and that’s what made you terrified even more. he grew dejected and stormed out of the casino like a raging tsunami.

that didn’t made bokuto happy at all, so he made sure to find you so he could play with you once more. it didn’t caused him a sweat when he found out where your apartment complex is. and his words have shaken you when he laid the stacks of money on your table and said, “play with me. the loser gets to kiss the winner, if you’ll allow it of course.”

there’s something with his words that are like witchcraft spells. and you found yourself nodding, yes.

daichi sawamura - 

the kingpin. 

daichi is the leader of the mafia group: karasuno or better known as their alias ‘lethal crows’.

 daichi is born into the syndicate. so he doesn’t get caught up unlike amateur people in the black world. 

undergone strenuous training just to prove himself as the worthy kingpin. 

he often orders the assassination and criminal deals. 

he isn’t as ‘intimidating’ like how people expect kingpins to act, but daichi has his own way that makes people so afraid of him. if he wishes to kill on the spot, he kills. even if you’re something important, if you annoyed him to the edge, you’re six feet deep.

however, one flaw of daichi is that he prioritizes his members that he doesn’t oversees the barriers coming his way. 

you met him during this time when curiosity get the best of you. you entered this fancy yet abandoned building in hopes of scavenging something that was left by its past owners. however, no treasure came to your view, rather a drug deal with bunch of rogue looking guys.

“daichi?” you were so shocked to see your co-worker in an expensive designer coat sitting in this throne like chair with stack of bills piled in front of him. he isn’t the typical guy you were used to seeing: the goofy guy in the fryer with his greasy apron. 

you didn’t expect him to be so, different.

“who’s this?” tanaka rose up to his seat. cracking his knuckles while giving you a dangerous look. 

“let her enjoy her remaining life as a free citizen. after this..” he counted the bills and paused at look at you, “you’re coming with me.”

akaashi keiji 

weaponry/gadgets specialist

Quite reserved.

He is often hired to big projects but he would turn it down if it requires his apperance.

No matter how much his members push him to bite off the job he wouldn’t, not unless he works up in the roofs, alone.

Usually works in the shadows. Where his identity is hidden.

Ask him about any weapon, he’ll have an answer in a few.

give him a vague description of a bomb, he’ll have it ready, ticking, for you.

he met you when you walked into his first walked in his gang’s base, with your red stilettos clicking aggressively against the marbled tile. then comes the second meeting and the third till you’ve both made good acquaintances. you liked him. for both his smart mouth and big dick. if he wasn’t just too difficult to persevere.

but you could see that way his breath hitched the moment you walked in with your fitted versace dress. which made you cocky from head to toe.

he could note the way your lips tugs upward as you scan the whole interior of the place. you didn’t need it though as you know every curvature of the place. you were just that shit going around him so you could give him a good view of yourself that he refused indulge in.

you stopped midway to stare at him from head to toe then back to his pretty face. gaze fixated on his kissable lips. despite your urge to kiss him up, you decided to tease, “give me something bold.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me, akaashi.”

and he gave you a fancy handgun, a caliber. however that wasn’t your request. you pulled his shirt and whispered to his ears, “i said i want something bold. want me to spell it out for you? A-k-a-a-s-h-i”

and you walked away. just like that and things just became bold in your apartment complex.

oikawa tooru 

underboss/ loverboy

Smooth talker. Usually uses his pretty face as an advantage to get something off girls that swoon over him.

he is quite unpredictable as well.

he approached you out of nowhere in the met gala and you were forced to be in his own disposal. he isn’t really a headache to deal with. but you aren’t here to flirt around especially with pretty boys like him. there is something in him that is similar with a ticking bomb. so best is to admire guys like him at a distance.

however, oikawa is determined to chase over you. because you are like a diamond in a room full of charcoal.

he approached you immediately when you stopped by in the concession stand to nurse yourself a cocktail.

“fancy a dance, miss?”

you looked at him. oikawa tooru. beautiful as they say but you immediately walked away.

oikawa smirked to himself, “if you just don’thold a precious information. i wouldn’t chase over a doll like you.”

tendou satori 

head of intelligence

can predict the moves of the rivalry gang

so in result they end up getting butchered thanks to tendou’s half assed predictions.

guess monster

the boys entered the room with a agitated expression painting their faces.

tendou raised a brow and looked at the boy filling in their ammos. “what’s up boys?”

“we got played.”

tendou grinned. “oh, interesting. who pulled an ace card?”

“y/n of the yakuza.”

tendou made sure to track you down for meddling in his play.

kyoutani kentaro 

torture specialist

All the dirty work is assigned to him

But kyoutani is quite carefree with his job, to the point where oikawa needs to step in to clean after his mess.

he is really brutal when it comes to finishing a rat pack from a rivalry gang and he gives no mercy.

knows every possible way of killing

but he fancies using the bat since it can strengthen his arm strength and it’s practical.

loves the sound of metal clashing with hard skull with the splasing sound of fresh blood slightly staining his skin.

you were both childhood sweethearts. however, you were the only one pursuing him because he doesn’t want to commit anything to you. not until you found out about him and his crucial job out of accident and he was forced to confess to you, and it was the reason why he don’t want to accept your heart.

one time he went home and he couldn’t find any trace of you. panic coursed through his veins when he heard your cries over the line.

“fucking touch her and i will drench all of you in boiling acid.”

ushijima wakatoshi 

hand to hand combatant

people are usually afraid of him because of how he could flip people off easily without drenching a sweat

he has the capability to run a whole gang just by himself

but he would just rather go and fight fist first

and chill afterwards

both of you met when you were scouted as a new member and part of the group’s test is to have a hand to hand combant against wakatoshi.

you were mortified when he approached you. with his large built and driving aura.

“ready?” he asked lowly.

“no?”

he raised a brow, “i bet.”

and he let you win just so you would get accepted in the gang.

tanaka ryuunosuke

hand to hand combatant

really moody

aggressive and violent

could kill with just the use of his hands, alone. 

but he has his soft moments too but this happens when the moon turns blue.

you were tasked to be his sparring mate. and to be frank, you were really spooked and frightened that you won’t get out of the arena, working let alone, alive. 

and to see him up close, it was really, a deal. he’s tall, with a slim yet broad frame, and really is intimidating. he gave you a look and ruffled your hair. 

“i don’t hurt girls.”

that was the first time you saw him smile. rumors said he never did. 

sugawara koushi 

consigliere

smart shit. 

he’s usually responsible for the activities of the group.

master at hiding the illegal stuff away from prying eyes

and a genius at continuing the legal stuffs even though it’s just for a front

he is also the adviser of the kingpin, especially at plans and deals on heists and forgery

at some point, he is the official diplomat for Japan.

he met you when he is trying to study the floor plan on the central bank. he was in this beige tux, with his gray hair brush up to give justice to his whole other persona. 

you came up to him and offered him installation plans and bank deals perfect for a bachelor like him. 

he gave you a smile, “i will be meeting you soon.”

and he did. in a creepy dali mask and a red overalls. “i told you, i will be back.”

iwaizumi hajime 

sniper

he goes with codes to maintain his anonymity

he works like a black panther, often sleek yet deadly

even the police couldn’t catch up with his hideous crimes because he never leaves unwanted trails behind

kills in his own special way

one time, he made someone swallow a C-4 and stitched his neck leaving it looking so grotesque

and boom, red, bloody like a slaughter house

he once made his way onto one of oikawa’s fancy bar to unwind. however, things went distrupt when there was a sudden shootout. he was beyond amused at how petty the shooters were aiming down at him. it was full of chaos.

he ducked down to fill in his ammos but he could see a figure crouched down underneath the satin cloths drench haphazardly above the tall tables.

he yanked the cloth and saw you there, looking lost as fuck. “what the hell are you doing here?!”

your eyes widened at the sight of the handsome man looking down at you as if you’re some unknown species. “uhm— chilling?”

he repeated your words. “chilling? in a middle of a fucking shoot out?”

“yo. i was lost okay? i don’t know where the exit is”

he grabbed you and threw his arms over your head so you’re protected from the stray bullets ricocheting over the place. “you’re a fucking goner.”

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i hope you guys like this 🥺💖💖

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[curmudggeon]

An Unexpected Encounter (Arthur Morgan x Female Reader)

After receiving an invitation to the mayor's Gala party, you encounter the one person you despise the most, Arthur. Just when you thought your rivalry would get any more infuriating, he comes along and one thing leads into another or maybe even into something more...

“Fuck it.”

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Minor spoilers of 'The Gilded Cage' Mission, Vulgarities, Alcohol, Guns, Violence, and Sexual intentions

A/N: Honestly, I didn't know where I was going with this. It's been quite a while since I've written. While playing through this mission, I was thinking of an enemies-to-lovers type of banter with the whole glitz and glamour of the situation. I hope you enjoy it or maybe not...

The grand music by the string quartet swelled into the elegant ambiance of the evening. With Saint Denis’ high society gathered together into one establishment, being invited into these types of conventions was a rare opportunity. You managed to get in the mayor’s party through close connections within the city. It was a chance to get your hands on valued pickpockets from pompous rich people; away from the hassle of collecting useless bounties.

The mansion was rather extravagant as you entered; unique architecture and expensive pieces of artwork looking out into the outskirts of the city. The scent of liquor, cigars, and the deep aquatic plants of the Bayou was intoxicating.

Defying all the odds of 1899 fashion, you wore a dress that had a slit on the slide of your right thigh that was high enough to hide the spare gun that you managed to sneak in despite having to surrender the rest of your weaponry at the entrance.

The mayor’s servants eyed you closely when you laid out your revolvers in front of them, since it was apparently absurd to witness a woman carrying such hefty guns. Winking at them as you moved away, you scowled under your breath at their suspicion and avoid being further searched. It was your only option of protection in case a fiasco had broken out in the middle of your pickpocket adventure.

Conversations started to tune out the music in the background, the heads of married men turned towards your direction as you made your way through the party, striding with utter grace and elegance to catch the eyes of your potential suitors to steal from.

Grimaced expressions were coated on the faces of the women while examining your revealing choice of clothing. You stood beside the refreshments, holding a free glass of champagne, as you glanced at the group of women engrossed in conversation regarding the lady that came into the establishment. You.

Raising your eyebrow as you sipped on the champagne, you gave them a firm nod headed their way, causing the litter of southern belles to widen their eyes at your acknowledgment and quickly disperse from their conversation. Real smooth.

It was the kind of attention you had gotten used to. After all, being the only woman bounty hunter in the city wasn’t normal in the present day’s context. Opting for a more reckless and freer lifestyle gave you a sense of adrenaline; to escape every expectation of conservative American society. You felt entitled to be who you are and wanted to be. A free woman. You started making a name for yourself in this city, bounty after bounty until one particular man decided to show up and defeated all your means of survival on the jobs you took on...

Arthur

The sound of his name left a sour taste in your mouth. He was the reason why it started to get progressively difficult collecting bounties. When you showed up for a $100 bounty for the leader of the Lemoyne Raiders, Lindsey Wofford at the abandoned fort, that is how you met Arthur. You were outnumbered. Deciding to team up with him, was the last thing you should’ve done. He was charming at first, but then came the point when he handed over Lindsey’s body to the police, betraying your efforts to help attain the bounty as he kept the prize to himself. So much for being handsome.

The moment bounty posters were displayed, it became a competition to get to them first. He would capture or kill them before you did. The feeling of immense frustration struck you as he flashed that lazy, crooked smirk of his. Arthur tipped his hat to you while collecting his reward for the day.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath, unable to contain the urge to lunge at him for beating you to it. The glimmer in his eye resembled the commencing of his mockery towards you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Princess.” His eyes shined with amusement along with that stupid grin of his slowly widening at your reaction. Oh, he is so not going to see the light of day any time soon.

Your anger was at its peak, ready to set off and wipe that smug expression off his face. You couldn’t let him have this, not this time. Within a blink of an eye, you reached for your pistol and aimed it at Arthur’s head with ease.

“You take that back.” His face slowly turned south as his grin disappears upon my demand. I thought so, too.

“Woah, Woah, young lady. Put the gun down,” The policeman warned as he stood with his hand out to coax you into dropping my line of fire and from blowing Arthur’s brains out in front of him.

Ignoring the warning, you focused on Arthur, waiting for his apology. After a long pause of silence, his face slowly distorts, as if he can’t control the outburst of emotions flowing within him.

He’s

He’s laughing?

Your eyebrows furrowed even further as he slowly bends his arms onto his knees as blurts of laughter simultaneously start to escape his mouth. The policeman was surprised at the sudden change of atmosphere, as he stares at Arthur like a madman. He walks away, shaking his head as he retorts lowly, “I don’t get paid enough for this job”.

Rolling your eyes, you were annoyed at the fact Arthur doesn’t take you seriously. Even as your rival, it was unbelievably childish of him to do so. He continued to wheeze as if I’m the biggest joke in the whole wide world. “Ha ha. Very funny, Arthur”

A small smile crept up your mouth as you lowered your aim of fire and place it back into the holster at the round of your hip. You had to admit, he had one of the most contagious laughs you have ever heard, but that doesn’t mean you should lose your guard against the one person you despise the most. In defeat, you left the police station before he had anything else to say to mask yourself in humiliation.

“This changes nothing, I’m still going to beat you.”

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A few glasses of champagne and pickpockets later, you managed to get your hands on some gold rings, silver-plated watches, and money off drunkards that made their way to you. They were easily wrapped around your finger to steal behind their back. The men surrounded the area as they unwind into the evening with very little knowledge, of what’s coming to them. You secretly stashed the contents of your pickpockets into your purse while walking away from endless conversations about politics and the weather.

Getting bored by the events occurring before you, in the corner of your eye you spot the mayor; Henri Lemieux by the fountain.

Hoping to make a name for yourself in this city —and probably pickpocket him, you make your way to his location. With elongated and purposeful sashays, you stopped in your tracks when you heard footsteps following behind you.

“Hey, little troublemaker.” His voice resonated through you.

Within a split second, you knew that warm, gruff voice anywhere. Frozen in your tracks, you closed your eyes and mentally cursed to yourself as you just got caught red-handed.

In front of you was your shadow cascading on the brick flooring of the garden as Arthur’s tall and burly figure enveloped yours under the dim moonlight. He was directly behind your back, just barely touching the exposed skin of your shoulders. You could feel the warm heat radiating off of him, making you shudder.

Slowly turning around to acknowledge his presence, composing yourself with utmost annoyance to resist the intoxicating proximity in between.

"Oh, it's you." He chuckled at your sarcastic remark as you admired his ravishing appearance. He donned a well-fitted Tux that hugged his biceps perfectly, along with the slicked-back hair from the usage of pomade to style it.

The view of him was a refreshing sight. Seeing him in such a way, despite the usual boyishly rugged blue shirt of his, that shaped his figure well tingled on your skin. He smelled of musk and wildflowers. The scent caused an involuntary sigh out of you before you could realize what you had just done.

"It's nice to see you." Slightly grinning, he stared at you closely. Holding eye contact as he took in the sight of your appearance. Before you stared at each other longer than the both of you had anticipated, fireworks had burst in swirls up in the sky. It caught the attention of guests as they watch the beautiful night sky be painted with streaks of vibrant colors. Comments of amazement filled the air.

Shifting your gaze back to Arthur, you felt like your heart had stopped for a mere second. What?

Arthur had already been staring at you, and your face started to slightly warm at the realization. As if on cue, at the side of the fountain was the mayor and his servant, quietly arguing. You eavesdrop only to hear the contents of the discussion 'Cornwall' and 'horse's ass'. Bingo. You knew anything that had to do with the wealthy man was a big deal to make out of. And definitely would come with something worthy to steal.

As the servant departs away from the mayor, Arthur was already making his way towards him to find out more information. Oh no, you don't.

You follow behind discreetly with the same intention before he finds something more useful than the already invaluable pickpockets in your purse.

Making way back through to the entrance of the Mansion, Arthur makes his way upstairs to the staircase leading towards the mayor's office, as you follow shortly after.

He enters the office quietly as he jams to open the locked drawer with a letter opener on the table. Slowly, you make your way to lean against the door frame, crossing your right leg over the left one to increase the view that revealed your exposed skin with a revolver strapped to your thigh. Preparing to display your disapproval of his actions, you fold your arms as he voices out the contents of the letter. "Mr. Leviticus Cornwall... Top secret… Extremely confidential. Very interesting."

"Very interesting, huh?" His head quickly turns in my direction upon the sound of my voice. His eyes widen. Gotcha cowboy.

Smiling innocently at his reaction, you slowly tilt your head the opposite way of the door frame, awaiting his response.

He pauses for a while as his gaze reaches your face as it makes its way through the revealed skin and revolver coyly making an appearance to him. Breaking off his stupor, It takes him a few seconds to process your actions as you walk towards him.

“What’s that?” He turns his back to prevent you from have a closer scan of the confidential document. Trying to reach it from out of his hands, he turns in another direction, holding the document up in the air far from your reach.

“Nothing useful,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone as he remains amused at your multiple attempts of stealing it from him. He looks away from you, dodging any suspicious allegations you might get just by narrowing your eyes at him.

“If you’re trying to hide it from me, sure as damn means it’s useful.” You hiss at him to hand it over as you continue trying to get up to his height to retrieve the ‘useless’ document out of his hands. Giving up, you stop your actions as an idea had come to mind. A stupid one.

Removing the revolver off your thigh, you pointed the gun at his foot to threaten him into giving you a glimpse of the contents of the paper regarding Leviticus Cornwall.

“I’d love to see you try,” His deep blue eyes sparkled as he challenged you with delight. Arthur knew you wouldn’t dare to pull the trigger and risk another catastrophe to happen at the mayors’ mansion.

Fireworks outside the window started to quieten down and conversations start to resume back to normal.

The sound of a key unlocking a door from another part of the office fills the room.

You look at Arthur with a slightly panicked facial expression. He folds the document neatly and places it inside the inner breast pocket of his tux as you quickly strap back your gun to the side of your thigh.

Arthur moves swiftly past you and grabbing you by the wrist before both of you get caught.

We make our way through the hallway and down a few steps down the staircase to get as far away from the office as possible. The soft tones of speaking at the end of the stairs traveled just at the rounded corner of the wall, nearing the both of you. Heavy stomps became louder and louder at the top of the staircase. You and Arthur were dead in your tracks, standing in the middle of the staircase, as your only two options of escape were far from reach. It was a dead end. This was a day you would go to jail, the both of you.

“Fuck it.”

And he kisses you. Hungrily and ever so desperately.

Pushing you against the wall as his hand cups the back of your neck bringing you close to him while the other was lowering to grab the exposed leg through the slit of your dress and cling it to the side of his hip. Your heart was beating out of your chest, ringing into your ears. And you were pretty sure he was able to hear it too. Not being able to grasp the situation, your stunned eyes fluttered shut, forgetting the entirety of your surroundings with his lips crashing on yours. Arthur’s lips.

There was no denying your attraction towards Arthur, from his physique to that annoying smirk of his that kept you on edge, it was hard to pay attention to the rivalry the both of you shared. Sometimes neither of you noticed the longing but yet despising looks you and Arthur exchanged. You thought you were being delusional, but It always seemed to be so much more. An indescribable magnetic force, pulling and pushing away from each other.

His stubble along the sides of his jaw skimmed the surface of your chin, inviting a light hum to alight from your lips from the contact. It made him smile against your lips, enjoying your compliance with his actions. Unable to resist, you grabbed the ends of his suit into fists, bringing him closer as his hands explored the map of your skin. Just like a predator devouring its prey, you lightly moaned as the warmth of his skin against yours created an inexplicable connection. A grunt escaped his mouth at your reaction to his touch. Kissing you harder, his hand gently slid up the exposed skin of your leg and over your—

"Ahem,"

Breaking off your kiss, a look of disgust was plastered onto the face of the servant, stumbling upon a couple who can't seem to get a room.

Regaining consciousness, you realize the highly scandalous position the both of you were in. You against the wall, arching your back with your hands resting on his heaving chest. You look down, noticing the strap of your dress that had tipped of your shoulder, which revealed your cleavage a bit more than it had already displayed. And his hands, at your waist and up your thigh reaching, Oh. Your face turned bloodshot red.

In a protective stance, Arthur leans forward closer to shield the tantalizing sight of your appearance to the man who had caught both of you at the top of the stairs. Furrowed eyebrows and eyes of infuriation were headed his way.

"Oh, heavens" a group of maids that reached the staircase, quickly shuffled away to busy themselves with other things than going through the second floor of the mansion.

“Pardon me for the intrusion, but this area is strictly out of bounds.”

“Well, I don't see any signs suggesting, so”

The servant raises his eyebrow higher with arms crossed, emphasizing how ridiculous his comment was.

Arthur grumbles, “We’ll be on our way”

The man’s heavy footsteps move past us, giving you privacy to freshen up whatever articles of clothing that was out of place

Hesitant to make eye contact, you observed the bow tie that hung around Arthur’s neck like it was the most interesting thing you had ever seen. You could feel his intense gaze drilling holes into you as his eyes did all the talking. The air was thick, making it hard to breathe as each second passes by. There wasn’t an inch of space left between the both of you, except for the slight distance aching to be met at the lips. His fingers lifted your chin to divert your attention back to him.

You could see the reflection of yourself drowning in the deep seas of his cerulean blue eyes. His gaze lowers down to the swell of your lips. Momentarily, time stops moving, it was the climax of something different. Something exciting, that the hatred you had spent building up for him was collapsing. Something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

There’s a gravitational pull pulling us closer and closer…

The basis of physics was no match for the two of you.

Lips barely grazing onto yours as light music soars in the background,

“Arthur!”

He stops, painfully closing his eyes to the familiar voice that constantly put him to work.

The tension breaks like a gunshot piercing through the air, pulling you out of your daze and back into reality.

What the fuck just happened?

Arthur groans and smothers his face into the crevice of your neck. His arms tightening around your waist, holding for dear life like you were going to slip away from his fingers. Gibberish left his mouth, whining like a child being awoken from his slumber, as the voice that yelled for him gets louder.

You couldn't handle the position you were in, he was so close to you. Your heart could burst any time soon from his touch. It was nothing you had ever imagined with him, nothing you had ever experienced before. This feeling was new.

“I have to go” her murmurs barely under a whisper, only for you to hear. Arthur lightly kisses the skin of your shoulder to signal his departure. The sensation tingles as he separates away from you.

The initial distance that was so close between the both of you was now a little too far away for your liking. Leaving you at the staircase, he looks back at you.

Our eyes meet, and it’s only the two of us, and from this point onwards, everything changes, and you find yourself longing after his lips.

Maybe for once, things could change.

Maybe we can change.

Us.

part 2-?

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[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

Let The Bells Ring (A Stricklake Wedding)

Good news everyone! I was finally able to motivate myself to finish this fanfic, which took me weeks due to work and weak motivation lol. Since I’ve been sick this week with not much to do, I was able to motivate myself to power through!

So this is a continuation of my Making Things Right fic, which is an alternate ROTT ending where the timeline is NOT reset and everyone lives and gets to attend the Stricklake wedding! This in general is how I imagine a Stricklake wedding going, regardless of the overall plot of ROTT. I got so much inspiration for this from throughout the fandom, including @bklily & @undeadchestnut <3 Enjoy!

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In the weeks to come, the people of Arcadia and perhaps, the whole world would continue to recover from what would’ve been a large-scale apocalypse. To celebrate the end of this war and help everyone with healing, Barbara and Strickler felt that they should get married as soon as possible. Barbara nearly lost Strickler in his attempt to save Jim and stop the ice titan, and she was never more determined to tie the knot and be with him for the rest of her life. It was thanks to her excellent medical skills that both him and Nomura were able to recover from their life-threatening injuries, even though his wings were permanently damaged from the blast.

The day of the wedding arrived on a bright spring as the flowers began to bloom in the trees across Arcadia. Everyone was busy and super pumped getting ready for the big day. Claire, along with Aja, Darci, and Mary were all getting ready in her room. With Papa Skull music playing, they did their hair, nails, and makeup while also fooling around quite a bit. Aja sat right in front of the mirror back in her human form after a very long time.

“I’ve never been to a human marriage party before!” She squealed in excitement as her girlfriends did her hair and makeup.

“We’re so glad you can be with us, Aj,” Darci responded wholeheartedly as she pulled Aja’s light blonde hair into a beautiful, flowery updo with some loose hairs falling to the side. Claire and Mary both focused on getting her makeup done and when they were finally done, Aja gazed into the mirror in awe. 

“Wow! I look.. I look soo..”

“Lively!” The girls cheerfully finished the sentence for her.

“Hey Claire Bear, Darc and I are gonna grab a few things from my car. You and Aja finish getting ready, ok?” Said Mary as she and Darci left the room. Claire helped Aja get into her hot pink strapless dress, and Aja couldn’t help but squeal in excitement and twirl around in her high-low skirt. Aja quickly enveloped Claire into a tight hug.

“Oh thank you so much Claire! This is amazing!”

Both girls chuckled and smiled at each other.

“Also,” Aja started. “It’s so nice to have another girl to fight side by side with, I don’t get to do that a lot. And your shadows of magic are so lively!”

“Thanks! And yeah same. Boys clubs can get pretty annoying, haha,” Claire joked. "We should definitely hang out more," Aja nodded in agreement and they both smiled warmly at each other. 

“We’re back!” Mary said as she and Darci finally came back with more accessories. After they all finished getting ready, Mary took out her phone and they all posed for a selfie.

“Aw C-Bomb! It’s so good to have you back! We missed you like crazy when you left Arcadia! You and Aja!” She squealed cheerfully, squeezing Claire into a tight hug. Darci joined in and grabbed Aja as well. “Yeah girl! Don’t ever leave us out of nowhere like that again,” Darci said with a frown as she hugged Claire tighter. Claire chuckled and took both of their hands. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. It would be nice to take a break once in a while, hopefully,” She assured her girlfriends and hugged them again.

Moments later, the girls rode in Mary's car to Jim's house. When Aja got out from the back seat, the front door suddenly flew open and Steve ran out to her.

"My royal, ninja-kicking angel is here!" He yelled. 

Without any hesitation, he swung Aja up from her feet and spun her around as she screamed joyously. He kissed her so passionately that Aja eventually started pushing him.

"Steve!" She chuckled. "My makeup! You're going to mess it up!" Steve laughed and then they both pressed their foreheads together and smiled lovingly as they held each other.

Jim stood at the front door watching and shaking his head while the remaining girls chuckled and let out some "awws" from the car. Claire eventually opened the door and walked out from the front seat, and Jim couldn't help but let out a "woah."

Claire stepped out in glimmering heels and wore a beautiful, midnight dress with a slit to the side. She smiled at Jim and her smoky eyeshadow made her beautiful, brown eyes glow even more. She walked up to him and he gently took her hands in his.

"You ready to be the greatest best man?" She asked. 

"Ready as I can get," Jim chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. Claire smiled, then cupped his cheeks in her hands and leaned forward to press her lips against his. When she finally pulled back, she carefully stroked his hair and tucked it behind his ear.

"Good luck, I know you got this," 

Jim smiled and put his hand on hers, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Toby and Aaarrrgghh walked out of the front door beside them and the three trollhunters smiled at one another. It's good they were all back together. And actually happy this time! Toby walked over to Jim and Claire for an affectionate group hug while Darci and Mary walked over.

"Toby!" Darci screamed as she ran over to hug her boyfriend. With a massive smile on his face, Toby hugged her back and held her tight.

"Oh TP! It's so good to have you back! I missed you so so much!" She started, her eyes tearing up. Toby on the other hand, after everything he went through, just wanted to revel in this moment

"It's good to be back, Darc," he responded softly. 

Darci smiled at him and was totally digging his wedding look. "Looking good in a tux, TP,"

Aaarrrgghh nodded in agreement. "Mmm, Fancy,"

Toby put his hands on his hips and smirked. "Oh, well, yeah I do gotta look awesome-sauce for Dr. L's wedding, am I right?"

The gang laughed and finally went inside the house. Everyone headed towards the backyard except for Jim, who waited by the stairs. Toby and Claire looked back at him and gave him a nod of good luck before walking out the door.

Later that evening, more guests arrived and filled the seats in the backyard and Strickler waited for his bride at the altar. Blinky stood behind the stand mic with a piece of heartstone in his hand. Nomura stood by where Barbara soon would be. After all the help she's gotten and the time they spent together, Nomura became so close to Barbara that she gladly accepted her request to be her maid of honor. They were surrounded by a magical, embellished flower arch made by none other than Nari. Bright lights twinkled all around the place and soft, mellow tunes filled the atmosphere, played by both Krel on his keyboard and Douxie on his guitar. They high-fived each other for successfully setting a romantic mood.

Jim stood inside his house and then suddenly, he heard click-clacking from the stairs. It was his mother, so beautiful in her lace white dress. He couldn't help but tear up at the sight of his mom finally being happy again. She made it down the stairs and wrapped Jim in a warm hug. 

"I love you so much, kiddo," Barbara told her son as her voice began to break. "I'm so proud of how far you've come and couldn't be any happier to be walked down the aisle by my beautiful boy,"

Jim held her even tighter as he chuckled lightly, tears falling down his cheeks. Barbara then looked at him lovingly as she wiped his tears. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then put her arms in his as they began heading towards the back door.

The guests looked around as the beautiful bride made her way down the aisle. Strickler couldn't stop gazing and smiling at his soon-to-be wife as she walked towards him, returning his smile. Barbara finally stood looking towards him and Jim stood by Strickler's side as his best man. Blinky finally cleared his throat and approached the mic.

"Greetings everyone. We are gathered here today to join our dearly beloved Barbara Lake and Walter Strickler in holy matrimony. After everything that has transpired in Arcadia over the past few years, what a blessing it is for all of us to congregate here to cherish and celebrate this union. Despite all the trials and tribulations that have been faced by this lovely pair, well of course the unusual beginning they’ve had..." 

Strickler cleared his throat, interrupting Blinky’s speech. Jim couldn’t resist letting out a little chuckle. “Uh, Mr Blinky,” Barbara whispered. “We don’t need to go into all the details. What’s in the past can stay in the past. What’s most important is the here and now,”

“Right, right, right,” Blinky continued clumsily. “These two warriors have persevered through it all, the thick and the thin leading up to this very special moment. From this day forth, they will continue to strive and triumph together for the rest of their lives. Now may I have the rings?” 

The audience clapped while Blinky signaled for Archie to fly over and bring the cushion that bore the rings.

“Now both of you place your hands on this heartstone as you say your vows. Do you, Walter Strickler, take Barbara Lake to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Strickler took a deep breath, then smiled wholeheartedly and answered. “Yes, I do,” Followed by the clapping in the audience, Blinky turned to face Barbara.

“Do you, Barbara Lake, take Walter Strickler to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do” Barbara responded softly, with light tears in her eyes as she smiled brightly at her soon-to-be husband. They let go of the glowing heartstone, then took their rings and gently placed them on each of their left ring fingers. They finally held hands tightly in excitement and couldn’t take their eyes off of each other.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss,” 

Strickler pulled Barbara closer to him and they finally leaned in for a warm kiss. Loud cheers spread throughout the audience with some sniffles of joy. Jim stood by wiping tears off his cheeks. Finally! Nothing brought more happiness into his heart than to see his own mother finally again, just as she deserved. And never did he expect that someone he once resented would eventually become someone so dear to both him and his mother. 

Claire looked towards Douxie across the front row and they both nodded. Absorbing shadows from around her, she released a couple of black and purple shimmering doves into the sky and in turn, Douxie cast out beautiful blue sparkles to light up the scene even more. A round of oohs and aahs echoed was followed by a standing ovation.

A few moments later, Barbara turned around and was ready to throw the bouquet to a competitive crowd of single ladies of all ages and… Varvatos, who’s made it his quest to be the next in line for Nancy. As the bouquet suddenly flew into the air and was falling back down, out of nowhere, a shadow portal opened and swallowed it up. The audience gasped and looked around in confusion as another portal opened and the bouquet was caught by Claire. She glanced over at Jim whose eyes widened and cheeks turned pure red. In response, she winked at him as he sheepishly smiled back and waved. All the other ladies grunted and Mary and Darci approached her. 

“Claire Bear! You’re not supposed to do that here! That’s cheating!” Darci told her with her arms crossed while Mary nodded in agreement. Claire chuckled and held the bouquet victoriously as she went to sit back down. “Um, I don’t remember there being a rule book for bouquet tosses as far as I’m concerned,” 

“Preposterous!” Exclaimed Varvatos. “It should’ve been I who won this battle for Nancy!” He heard Nancy walk up to him giggling and grabbing his arm. “Oh Varvatos, you don’t need a bouquet to marry me! I’m way past that!” Varvatos’s eyes glew up and he let out a big smile. “Glorious!” He yelled. laughing maniacally. 

Later that night, everyone got up and slow-danced to the sweet, charming tunes that Krel played. Douxie danced with Zoe, who he finally caught up with and they got to hunt niffins and grab burgers together as promised. Toby and Darci danced together and enjoyed their well-needed reunion, sharing a few kisses here and there. While Steve and Aja danced, they discussed their future plans and whether they would be together on Akiridion-5 or remain long distance.

“Well now, since we got wormholes and stuff, maybe I could come to you more often on Akiridion-5 while finishing college and who knows what will happen next?” Steve started as he held Aja and slightly dipped her. She smiled back at him and pushed her hair behind her ear. “You know, I really miss this mudball and seeing you more. I think maybe I too, should come visit and go on more Earth dates,”

Jim shared a short and sweet dance with mother then hugged her so tightly, before Strickler walked over to them and asked if could borrow his wife for another dance. Jim went over to Krel’s turntable and whispered something in his ears. Suddenly the music stopped as Krel plugged Jim’s phone to his turntable and pressed play. 

Claire sat and chatted with Mary and a couple of friends when she suddenly froze. It was a familiar melody that took her back to the night of Spring Fling, her first ever dance with Jim. The guitar strings of Eres Tu played as she turned around and saw Jim hold out his hands to her. She looked up at him smiling and grabbed his hand. She got up and walked with him further away from the crowd until they were almost alone but could still hear the song. They started dancing as the Spanish lyrics began to be sung, while Jim sang along parts of the song, just like last time. 

“Nice little trick you did back there with the flowers,” Jim joked as he spun her around. Claire chuckled and blushed a little. “Oh I bet you wanted me to be the one to catch it. But don’t worry, there’s no rushing into this. We just enjoy every moment together and take this all little by little, ok?” She assured him. He smiled back at her and stroked her cheek. It was so good that they finally got to enjoy this moment of peace without needing to defeat gumm-gumms or evil wizards trying to destroy the world. For both of them, it was a relief that neither of them felt the need to dread any upcoming battles hopefully for years to come. Without any further talking, they just danced together slowly reminiscing their beautiful memories they’ve had throughout their relationship, putting a warm smile on each of their faces. Jim spun Claire, then hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek, while Claire’s smile only got bigger and brighter.

From a distance, Barbara and Walter watched Jim dance with Claire while they too danced. “You’ve raised an amazing son, Barbara. Young Atlas has come so far in life and he wouldn’t have become the man he did without an amazing mother like you,”

“He’s also had a wonderful person like you come into his life and help him grow a lot. I couldn’t be more thankful he had you and Mr. Blinky help him become a strong trollhunter,”

The stars continued glimmering in the night sky as everyone enjoyed the rest of the wedding. A cool breeze blew through and the petals on the flowers and the twinkling lights slowly flowed along. The heroes of Arcadia have truly found an adventure worth telling for generations to come, whether it was on Earth, the caverns below, or on Akiridion-5. It was a one of a kind adventure that each hero will continue to remember and hold onto no matter what comes next. Despite all the trauma and heartbreak they all went through, they have also gained so much strength and wisdom, along with many great allies that will always stay together whatever comes next.

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Thank you so much for reading this fic! I know this was super long but I definitely put in a lot of stuff that I wanted to see in the TOA series, including Aja and Claire bonding and a happy ending with a Stricklake wedding! I know this isn’t the best I’ve written and that I wasn’t able to give each character but I’m glad I was able to get it done! Stay tuned for more and hopefully more focus on other characters!

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[avengersassemble123]

THE ONE WITH THE WEDDING -part 2

Fandom: Marvel, avengers

Note:hey guys!! This is going to be a series and a new chapter will come out on Fridays every week. This series is based on Friends (Monica and Chandler’s relationship)

Warnings: hate for step family, some few bad words, idea of a bit of lovemaking at the end(just mention), alcohol consumption but mainly fluff.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You were invited to your stepsister's wedding at the last minute and your stepmother wants you to bring a date. Bucky Barnes decides to become your so-called date and shenanigans ensue. But will he remain your ‘so-called’ fake date or will he be someone more?

Thursday. The day which you dreaded the most. The day when you have to attend your stepsister’s wedding. Your alarm blared at 8 in the morning but you still didn't want to get out of your bed. You almost decided against not attending when you realized that you might not get to meet your loved ones too. So you finally managed to pull yourself out of the bed and proceeded towards the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and took a bath as slowly as possible, delaying the day's events. By the time you finished your breakfast, it was 10 am. Since there was no one to accompany you in the kitchen as all of the teammates except Bucky, left for a mission the previous day, you were grumpier than usual. You were just playing with the cereals and the spoon when you heard someone walk in, knowing exactly who the said person was.

Bucky took a milk carton from the fridge to drink while he looked at you, playing. He knew what kind of situation you were in since he knew your history with your family, and since you didn't acknowledge him when he walked in the kitchen, which you tend to do when you were in deep thoughts.

“From the milk carton? Seriously? When will you learn that it's disgusting to drink directly from the carton and that people would rather prefer a glass or a bowl?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Bucky raised his eyebrow at you and purposely drank from the carton right in front of you. You groaned, which made Bucky chuckle.

“Alright, alright I'll stop since you're gonna have to experience more torturing situations today.” he looked at you genuinely, while taking a glass from the cabinets. You smiled a bit, knowing your colleagues and friends, or let's say your second family always had your back.

“So when do we leave?”

“We’ll leave two hours early since it'll only take 45minutes to reach there, but I want to introduce you to my real loved ones, for they are the only reason I want to go to the wedding.”

“Oh wait you mean your dad, grandma and your twin brother right?”

“Yep you got it right Sargent.”

You both chuckled, a few seconds of silence when Bucky said, “Tell me about them.”

“Hm?”

“Your loved ones..tell me about them, if I'm gonna meet my fake date’s family, I'd rather go prepared, don't you think?”

You giggled.

“Well let's start with my grandma. She is the most generous person you're ever going to meet-”

You continued to talk joyfully, which made lucky smile too. He observed how your features carefully. He could memorise all the details and still observe you again all the time. He liked how you were smiling widely, how your cheeks were lifted by the beautiful smile on your face.

You guys talked for an hour when you decided that you should start getting ready so that you guys could leave at the designated time.

It was 3 by the time you guys got ready. You were wearing a decent long sleeveless maroon indigo dress while he wore a black tux with an indigo coloured tie to match your dress. You both wore hair buns, yours being adorned by a floral hair pin.

You both were in the cab, when you started fidgeting and biting your nails. Bucky noticed your nervousness, which made him to hold your hand gently and give you a reassuring look, which made you fidget less. You both held your hands, basking in the silence, not an awkward but a comfortable silence.

As soon as you reached the wedding hall, you dragged Bucky inside the hall, your eyes searching the whole crowd. When you met a familiar pair of eyes, you rushed towards it, still pulling Bucky along you. You both came in from of an old lady, dressed decent but beautiful enough for the wedding.

“Granny!!” you squealed, while hugging her. The sight of both the hugging ladies in front of Bucky, made his heart melt. He tried to give you both privacy by taking a step back. Your grandma noticed him and asked you, smirking, “Now who's that gentleman here y/n? Why don't you introduce him to me?”

“Introduce who?”

“Dad!!” you squealed while hugging him tightly.

“Oh God...i missed you so much baby girl.” he said while holding your face between his hands and kissing your forehead.

“I missed you too?”

“What about me? Did you forget me?” you ran towards your brother and he hugged you tightly lifting you up a bit.

“Whats up bro? Still being a jackass?” you asked slyly and teasingly. “Well now I know you're still the pain in my ass.” your brother retorted making all of you laughed.

Just then your brother’s attention turned towards Bucky.

“Hey I know you. You’re Bucky Barnes. Y/N’s colleague.” he says while shaking Bucky’s hand but also squinting at him suspiciously.

“Its an honour to meet you three. You must be Y/B/N, Y/N’s brother.” “And I am Y/F/N, Y/N’s father” your father chimed him also shaking his hand and squinting at him suspiciously.

“Now now both of you back off from the poor man. Now he may be older than me but I am older than you and I suggest you do not torture the poor man already, since our dear Y/N got him as her date.” your grandmother said, looking at you mischievously.

“Thats the thing...” you started. You then filled the three of them about how your stepmom had called you at the last minute to taking Bucky with you as your fake date.

“Oh then it's fine..” your dad said, “i think we tortured James a bit don't you think Y/B/N?” “I think so too dad.” they both said, but still squinting at him suspiciously. Your grandmother swatted, both of their heads lightly which caused you to chuckle. You then heard someone call out to everyone to take their seats as the wedding was going to start soon. Your grandmother ushered all of you to take your seats, while you joined Bucky.

“Sorry about that,” you said while sitting beside him. “Oh don't, in fact, I quite liked your family, especially how protective your father and brother were. Honestly speaking if I were in their place and if I had a daughter myself then I would have the same reaction too.” he smiled genuinely. “Oh thanks,” you said while your cheeks burned a bit. You two looked at each other for a bit when someone called out that the wedding began, beeaking both of yours stares. You both sat together, watching the ceremony while you and Bucky cracked jokes on the topics of the decoration or the food or the bride or groom. You both had to stifle your laughter to save yourselves from the embarrassment. When the reception began you excused yourself to the restroom. While returning back from the restroom, you were stopped by a shrill voice behind from you, your stepmother. Of course it is. You turned your back slowly and smiled a bit too much, while walking towards her. “Hello Y/N” your stepmother said, walking towards you, having a smile almost as fake as you. “Hello to you too stepmom.”

“Well are you enjoying the wedding?”

“Oh I am, in fact I liked the decorations.”

“Oh thank you. This had to be wonderful since this is the only wedding that was gonna happen besides your brother’s”

You clenched your jaw but still managed to laugh it off.

“Well I have got a wonderful son in law you know, I mean of course no one but my daughter deserves it since she is the only one capable of being successful like this, and you know being this beautiful than anyone in the whole family.”

Every word stung you but you still managed to regain yourself and chanted in your mind that you saw this coming.

“I mean of course she was better, smarter and deserving than both of you”

This bitch wasn't even trying to hide her hatred towards you.

“Oh honey, I'm sorry for the date. I know you are not capable of finding someone-”

“Actually her date is right here.”

You felt hands on your shoulder and a kiss placed on your cheek. Bucky was smiling and chuckling beside you, hugging you tightly sideways.

“Oh I'm sorry how rude of me, I'm James Buchanan Barnes, Y/N’s boyfriend, my friends and Y/N call me Bucky”

And you saw your stepmom have the most surprised look on herself when Bucky introduced himself to her.

“Well honey I think I gotta show you something. How about we take a walk. Now if you'll excuse me-” bucky pulled you towards the end of the hall.

You both sat on the empty chairs, facing towards the balcony.

“Hey Y/N you okay?”

You nodded while rubbing your eyes roughly, “You didn't have to do that James.”

“Well what kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I don't save my own fake girlfriend from her troubles?” he said cheekily which earned a giggle from you. You both looked at each other, observing each others features. You saw how his baby blue eyes shined due to the hall lights, few hair strands falling on his face, his cheeks having a pink flush, a scruff of beard on his face with an adorable smile adorned on his face, making him look more attractive. You both stared at each other intently. “So was it true?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you would have the same reaction if you would have a daughter.”

“Oh that...uh well yea...its true..”

“Do you want a family?”

“Yes....yes I do...”

You both smiled at each other with a comfortable silence between both of you, when one of the bridesmaids came to inform you two that the rooms to stay we're ready. You both parted each other hesitantly but asked Bucky to go ahead to his room since you were the direct family member and had to stay behind to make sure everything was settled. He nodded and headed towards the room.

It was almost midnight when almost the whole staff was clearing out the decorations, you were about to head back when you again saw your stepmom approaching you. You tried to ignore her but she grabbed your arm and turned you towards her. “Now listen here you minx, I know you were the one who tried to steal my precious daughter's spotlight so you better apologize now.” what? What was she talking about?

“What are you talking about? Why would I wanna do that?”

“Oh so now you're gonna play the victim card. Well listen here sweetheart I know how you tried to out best your sister by making yourself pretty and finding an avenger boyfriend for yourself so that everyone could talk only about you. I was surprised that you got a boyfriend for yourself yet alone an Avenger, but now I see it that he is your fake boyfriend, and you just wanna be in the spotlight and want more boys to fuck with. Well hear me out you will never be better than anyone, always be the most dumb one and no one is going go accept you. So I better not see you outshining my daughter again, you hear me you whore? Shame on yourself.”

Your stepmother left you all by yourself in the hall, leaving you in tears. You just couldn't handle it anymore. You saw a bottle of wine on the buffet table and you picked it up, walking towards your room.

1 am

Knock knock.

Bucky was awake due to his nightmares and since he didn't want to scare his neighbor but he got suspicious when he heard knocks at his door.

He slowly approached the door, ready to act on spot, when he saw you at the door, still in your party clothes, but a drinking a glass of wine from a straw. “Hey Y/N” he says a bit surprised. “Hey Buck, cute clothes.” you say making him realise that he was shirtless with him only in his jumptracks and dog tags.

“Well I wasn't exactly expecting company at...1am.” he nodded while looking at the walk clock.

You walked in the room, placing the glass on the table.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, concern etching on his face.

“Well other than the fact that when I was returning to my room, my stepmom accused me of stealing my sisters spotlight, bringing you as a means to my ends of fucking other boys and called me a whore, ...yeah Im fine.” you said with a smile on your face but tears threatening to spill.

“Hey do you want me to talk to her with your dad and brother? Just tell me what to do. I know it's been a real emotional time and you've had a lot to drink so you know..you just gotta let it go, okay? I mean you were the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Are you kidding me you were the most beautiful woman in the most rooms-”

You suddenly pounced at Bucky, kissing him passionately, his hands roaming on the back of your body, you both were kissing for a few seconds when he suddenly pushed you a bit, “Woah Woah woah what's going on? You and I just made out. You and I are making out?”

“Well not anymore.” you sassed.

“But we don't do that.” he said

“I know I just thought it would be fun.” you said shyly.

Bucky squinted at you for a second before asking, “how drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough that I know I want to do this, not so drunk that you should feel guilty about taking advantage.” you said too fast as excited.

He started at you for a few seconds.

“Well that's perfect amount.” he said, pulling you towards his bed. You both sat on the bed and started kissing each other when you broke off and said, “ you know what's weird?”

“What?”

”This doesn't feel weird.”

“ I know”

“And you're a really good kisser.”

“Well they didn't call me a ladies man in the 40s for no reason.”

You giggled and continued to kiss him.

“Want to get in the covers?” he asked. You nodded and you both went inside the covers.

You were removing your dress when you saw buck already naked.

“Wow you're really fast.” you said.

“Well it bodes for me that speed impresses.”

You nodded in approval.

“We’re gonna see each other naked.” you said.

“Yep.”

“You wanna do it at the same time?”

“At the count of three?”

“One” you chanted.

“Two” he chanted.

“Three” both of you peeked inside the covers at your bodies and looked at yourselves over the covers with wide eyes.

“ well I think it's safe to say that our friendship is effectively ruined.”

“Well we weren't that close anyway.” you said.

“Yeah” he replied, and you both started making out with each other.

And let's just say all your wild dreams came true...

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Puppy Love

Pairing: Jake Jensen/Fem-Reader

Words: 4684

Summary: You and Jake Jensen work together for the first time on a recon mission. You’re the consummate professional, while Jake is basically a man-child with a heart of gold. Will he be able to soften your cold demeanor?

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of violence, SMUT, 18+

A/N: I ended up be a little later than I had planned with this one as I wanted to do some edits since the first draft didn’t seem quite right to me, but here it is, for day 5 of my birthday week. I actually watched “The Losers” for the first time today and I would highly recommend it. It’s a bit on the cheesy side but Jake Jensen really makes it worth it. I’m going to tag @stargazingfangirl18​ and @starlightcrystalline​, as I know they’re fans of Jake’s. Please enjoy!

“What’s he look like again?”

“Golden retriever in human form, blond buzz, goatee, Harry Potter glasses.” Aisha instructed you over your phone. “Probably stuffing his face at the buffet. He’ll have a comm for you. Thanks for stepping in for me at the last minute.”

“Well, you didn’t give me that much of a choice.” You said, no real malice behind it. You did owe her after all. “Found him. Talk to you in a sec.”

She had been right, you found your contact at the buffet, balancing two plates on one forearm and loading them with an obscene amount of h’ors douvres. He didn’t notice you walking up behind him, he was so engrossed in the spread.

“Jensen?”

The man nearly jumped out of his skin, just barely avoiding spilling foie gras on his tux.

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath as he set the plates down on a table and turned back to you. “Y/N? Hi! Call me Jake!” He wiped his hands on his pants leg before offering you one to shake in greeting.

You cocked one eyebrow at him as he gave you a slightly crooked grin and took his hand. “Right, you have a comm for me?”

“Crap, yes, here you go.” He handed the small earpiece and gave you a good look, eyes scanning up and down your body. You were wearing a long sleeve green satin gown. The bodice hugged you tightly down to your hips before flaring into a skirt that had a slit running all the way up your leg. The gown didn’t have a back, showing off the lean muscles moving beneath your skin.

Jensen cleared his throat and took what you thought was supposed to be a nonchalant pose; leaning back on one foot with his arms crossed, one eyebrow lifted in an expression you couldn’t identify. “So,” he said in an artificially deep voice. “Where, uh, where are you from?”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the question as you inserted the comm link into your ear. “Comm test, can you read me, Aisha?”

“I read you, I see you found Jensen.”

“Yeah, where are we heading?”

“Right down to business, I can respect that.” Jensen said, nodding his head as he shuffled his feet and crossed and uncrossed his arms repeatedly, trying to give off an air of confidence and failing miserably.

“There’s a hallway to your left that should lead to the north wing of the property where the entrance to the server room is. Security is pretty lax right now but they’re definitely still there so make sure you don’t look suspicious.”

“Got it.” You turned back to Jensen and put one arm through his, giving him a radiant smile as the two of you started to head down the hall.

“Hahaha, what’s happening?” Jensen laughed nervously at your sudden and extreme change in demeanor.

“Relax, Jensen. We’re just taking a stroll to look at the artwork. Nothing that should concern anyone.”

“Oh, ok. Are you acting right now? You’re really good at it.”

Your smile started to strain. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be a professional? “That’s part of the job.” You grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters before you headed down the hallway. You nodded to Jensen to grab one as well, hoping that if he started drinking, he might stop talking.

You were wrong.

“I always feel so awkward when I have to act on a job, you know? Like, what’s my character’s story? His motivations?” He took a sip of champagne. “Mm, this is good.”

You chugged your glass in one gulp. Maybe if you got a buzz going, the constant chatter wouldn’t bother you as much.

“Wow. That was impressive.”

“Jensen, Y/N is too much of a pro to say so, but you need to shut the fuck up.” Aisha said through your comms, exasperated. You heard laughing from the rest of the team in the background and gave a small smirk.

“Right, sorry. I babble when I’m nervous.” He said, taking another sip of champagne.

You were getting close to the server room now and saw a security guard walking towards you. You pulled Jensen off to the side and stared at a beautiful replica of John William Waterhouse’s ‘The Soul of the Rose’.

“Tell me about this one, sweetie.” You said, your voice sickeningly sweet as you giggled breathlessly and looked at Jensen coquettishly, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“Uhh, this is a painting of… a woman, um, smelling a rose. From…. Sometime in the past?” He said, painfully.

Fortunately, the guard didn’t stop to analyze the absolute stupidity that was coming out of this man’s mouth. He continued past the two of you and you started to head back towards your destination.

“Fascinating analysis, Jensen.” You said dryly.

“Listen, I can’t ad lib. I need time to prepare my lines.”

“How have you survived in this… fuck.” You drew him back sharply before he had a chance to round the corner. There were two guards posted at the door to the server room. “Aisha, we’ve got two bogies right where we need to be. Is there any other way in?”

“Shit, no. Vents are welded shut and the roof is crawling with security, so the sky light isn’t an option.”

You chewed your lips as you weighed the several different scenarios. “Is there a closet or other sort of storage nearby?”

“Yeah, there’s a janitor’s closet right across the hall.”

“Great.” Not trusting your partner to act the part believably, you figured startling him would get him into a convincing state.

You grabbed his ears and pulled his face to yours, kissing him hard. He gave a small yelp into your mouth as you pulled him backwards with you, into the view of the two waiting guards. You separated from him and he gave you a goofy grin trying to kiss you again as you turned away from him, pulling him by his wrist and giggling.

You staggered drunkenly towards the two guards and gave them a sloppy grin. “’Scuse me.“ You slurred at them. Jensen collided into your back clumsily, panting breathlessly. “We’re looking for the bathroom.”

“You need to move out of this area.” One of the guards scowled at you, his hand moving to the gun holstered on his hip.

“How… dare you?” You whined, stepping forward and poking him in the chest. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? Do you know who my daddy is?”

The guard looked past you at Jensen. “Sir, you need to take her out of here.”

“Don’t you talk over me!” You dug your hand in your purse. “I’m calling daddy right now, you are going to be so fired.”

He rolled his eyes and moved to grab your arm when you pulled the syringe out of your purse and plunged it into his neck. He let out a hiss and slumped against the wall. You pulled his gun out of the holster and whipped the other guard across the face with it before he had a chance to reach for his radio.

“Wait, was that not a real kiss?” Jensen asked with a confused look on his face. He stared at the two guards lying on the floor, his brain trying to catch up with everything that just happened.

“Oh my god, Jensen, get your head in the game.” Aisha scolded through the comms.

“Help me get them into the closet.” You hissed at him after you managed to gag and hogtie both of them.

“Right.” You shoved the guards into the tiny storage area and forced the door closed. Jensen moved to the key pad and connected it to his phone, a look of concentration coming over his face as he got to work.

You rolled your neck loosely as you waited and in less than a minute he made a small triumphant noise.

“Jensen comes in in the clutch and the crowd goes wild!” He made a noise like cheers in a stadium and put his hand up to give you a high five.

You opened the door to the server room and headed in, leaving him hanging. You heard him slap his own hand before he followed you. “So serious.” You heard him whisper over the comms. “ ‘Good job Jensen. And by the way that kiss was amazing, let’s do it again.’ “

“We can hear you, idiot.” Aisha said in your ears, her tone dripping with annoyance.

“Oops.”

“Where’s the server we want?” You asked him over your shoulder.

“This way.” He led you down an aisle to your right before arriving at the server you needed, pulling a small tablet out of his tux jacket and connecting it. “This should just take a few minutes.”

“Great.”

“So, um, how do you know Aisha?” he said, trying to fill the silence.

“High school.” You said flatly.

“Oh, really? That long?”

“No.”

“Of course not. She mentioned something about Finland?”

“Yep.”

“So, snowy there, huh?”

“Sure is.”

“Oook.” He felt horribly awkward. He knew he had no game, but dealing with women like you and Aisha really cemented that. He turned his concentration back to the algorithm that was running and started singing Bon Jovi to himself.

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe Aisha worked with this man-child. He must be a genius with computers for her to put up with this bullshit. Granted, he filled out that tux real nice; his broad shoulders stretching the back of the jacket in a titillating way before his torso narrowed in an almost perfect V to his hips. The jacket covered it some, but you could tell he had a nice ass under the slacks as well. Maybe she kept him around for the eye candy.

“Wanted, wantehehed, dead or alive! And done!” He finished up, disconnecting from the server and turning to give you another goofy grin.

You smirked at him and started to head back out of the room.

“Was that an almost smile, Y/N?” he said teasingly behind you. “Are you warming up to me?”

“Please stop talking,” You told him half-heartedly, too mentally exhausted to really scold him.

You turned the corner and ran into three armed guards. You all stared at each other for a second before they drew their guns and brought them up to fire.

You shoved Jensen behind the servers and dove after him as bullets started ricocheting everywhere.

“We’re blown, Aisha! We need an exit.”

“Shit, hold them down while I work something out.”

“Got it. You armed, Jensen?” You looked at him as you slipped out of your heels.

“Fuck, no. I was worried a gun would ruin the lines of my tux.”

“That is so fucking stupid.” You hissed. Of course, you hadn’t brought a gun either, but that was because you knew the venue’s security measures would have gone into hyper drive if you had gotten caught with one. You shoved your shoes into Jensen’s arm along with your purse as you pulled out a ceramic blade from under your skirt.

“Where were you keeping that?” Jensen asked you, eyes bulging as he tried to imagine where you could have been storing the giant knife in your skintight dress.

You gave him a grunt as you edged your way between the servers slowly, moving closer to the gunman as they shuffled forward, continuing to fire at the two of you.

You reached the server next to the nearest gunman and shot your arm out to knock the gun out of his hand. You brought a knee up into his diaphragm and plunged your knife in between his shoulders and then his neck, slipping back between the servers as he dropped to the floor.

The other two guards seemed to remember suddenly that they were in a room full of delicate computer equipment and they stowed their weapons, dropping into fight ready stances as they tried to determine where you were.

You shot out like a whip, punching the first guard in the gut then the throat and grabbing him around the waist to tackle him. You used the momentum to carry you forward and delivered a scorpion kick to the other man’s face, making him stagger back into the servers, clutching his nose. The first man wasn’t going down, so you released him and sprung off one leg to push off a server wall and whip the opposite foot around to drive into his face hard, sending him sprawling as you landed on one knee beside him, plunging your knife into his chest.

“Jesus, Jensen what’s happening?” Aisha yelled over the comms.

“Uhh, Y/N is kicking some serious ass.” Jake watched you stand up slowly from the second body, spinning your knife through your fingers as you turned to face your final opponent.

“Well both of you need to get to the skylight ASAP for extraction, Pooch’ll be there with a chopper in exactly one minute.”

“Got it. You get that, Y/N?”

“Yeah, just a second.” You jumped up to grab one of the pipes running along the ceiling and wrapped your thighs around the guard’s neck, squeezing him hard enough to cut off blood and oxygen to his brain. You didn’t notice him draw a knife of his own from a sheath at his thigh.

Jake hissed when he saw and grabbed the gun the first guard had dropped, shooting your opponent three times in his chest before he had a chance to slash across your femoral artery. You landed on your feet as he dropped between your legs.

“Nice shot.” You told Jake, giving him an approving nod as the two of you started to jog to the extraction point.

“Aww, shucks.” Jake groaned internally at that, not wanting to think about how stupid he sounded.

“We’re here.” You told Aisha over the comm.  “How exactly is Pooch getting us out of here? There’s no room on the roof for a chopper.”

“He’s going to drop you a line.”

“Great.” The skylight was purely for show, there was no way to open it. You pushed Jake back and took the gun from him when you heard chopper blades, and shot the glass out of the window.

A rope dropped through the opening immediately and Jake wrapped his right leg and arm through it before holding you to him with his left arm.

“Hi.” He said sheepishly as he looked at you. “Wait, weren’t there guards on the roof?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer as the two of you were lifted into the air as the chopper took off. You heard gunfire and saw muzzle flashes before you were exposed to the open air.

A bullet ripped through the air less than 6 inches from your face and Jake swore. “Don’t drop me.” You told him as you started firing at the guards on the roof, making sure to pick your shots carefully so you didn’t waste any bullets.

Once you were safely out of gun range, someone in the chopper started pulling the two of you up. Jake gave a melodramatic sigh once the two of you were safely inside, laying back against the floor, still holding you to him, before he let out a whoop and sat up quickly, releasing you. He watched you with one of those ridiculous grins on his face as you settled yourself into one of the seats.

“That was exciting!” He said giddily. “Cougar, you should have seen it. Y/N took out three guys with guns with just a knife and, like, her legs.”

You couldn’t help it, that damn smile of his was too infectious. Your lips curled up slightly as he narrated the fight to a disinterested Cougar, leaning you head back against the chopper. The idiot had grown on you.

“And, hoo, when you kicked that one guy in the face, while you were tackling the other guy. Man, that was fucking ace!” He finished up his narration as you landed back at the warehouse.

Clay and Aisha greeted you when you landed. Aisha let out a deep breath once she saw to two of you step out of the chopper, tension leaving her body.

“You two get it done?” Clay asked.

“We sure did, boss! Backdoor is open for us anytime!” Jake said excitedly.

“Perfect, let’s all get some drinks.”

“Glad you’re ok, Y/N.” Aisha said, handing you a shot of tequila when you arrived at the basic bar set up.

“Well, we’re officially even now.” You told her around a grin before tossing back your shot and pouring another.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you for any more favors.” She said through a smile of her own.

“Aw, c’mon, Aisha. The two of us make a pretty killer team! I think she should maybe join our little loser club!” Jensen draped an arm around your shoulder. He had undone his bowtie and the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing a light dusting of dark hair at the top of his chest. He looked down at you and gave you a grin and a wink.

Well, fuck.

You slammed your second shot back, nodded to Aisha, and pulled Jake by his wrist to follow you to one of the side rooms of the warehouse as he gave you a look of confusion.

“Have fun, you two. Don’t break him, Y/N!” You heard Aisha call behind you.

“Um, what are we doing?” Jake asked as you pulled the door to one of the storage rooms closed behind you.

“Stop talking, before I change my mind.” You told him, placing a finger over his lips as you slid his tux jacket off his shoulders.

You stepped into him, your body pressing him into the door as you brought his face to yours for a kiss before he could start babbling again. You teased at his lips with your teeth before running your tongue around the cushion of his bottom lip and he opened himself to you, groaning into your mouth. He kneaded his hands into your hips, pulling you against him close. You felt him starting to harden through his pants and gave him a sigh before you started moving your mouth down his jaw to his neck as you started to unbutton his shirt.

“Shit.” He murmured as you lightly sucked against his pulse point, drawing a soft bruise against his skin as your hands finished their work on his buttons and he shrugged his shirt off. You stepped back to let him remove his undershirt too and gave a moan when his torso was fully exposed, running your fingers over his abs lightly before pressing your palms against the plain of his chest.

“Mmm, who knew you were packing all this under here sweetie.” You murmured before moving your mouth back to his neck before you started slowly traveling south.

“Um, Y/N? Is this just like, a post-mission type thing? Or what?” His voice cracked when your tongue ran over his nipple as you tweaked the other. You kept moving down his abs until you reached the top of his pants and started to undo his belt, kneeling in front of him. “Not that there’s any pressure, or anything, just curio-- mmph.”

You had slipped your panties off as he chattered away and shoved them in his mouth before you went back to undoing his fly.

“Seriously, Jake, you need to shut the fuck up.” You pulled his zipper down finally, and drew his pants and boxers down his legs so they pooled around his ankles.

You gave yourself a little hum as you examined his cock. His swollen head was already leaking pre-cum before you had even touched him. You spat in your hand before wrapping it around his impressive length, giving him a few pumps as you lapped soft kitten licks over his slit. He gave a groan from deep in his chest and leaned his head back against the door, thumping his fist against it at his side.

You took the head of his cock in your mouth and hummed around it, causing him to twitch before you moved him further in and slowly back out, repeating the process to take him a little further into your mouth with each bob of your head.

Jake was using all his concentration to keep from coming 30 seconds into a blowjob like a chump. The tangy taste of your arousal was on his tongue as he bit down on your panties, which wasn’t helping. When you started breathing through your nose and relaxed your throat to swallow around him though, he was lost.

He let out a muffled groan and pressed a hand to the back of your head when he bucked his hips and shot his release down your throat.

You let his softening dick slide out of your mouth as you wiped a small amount of drool from around your mouth with your fingertips. You drew yourself up to your feet and plucked your now saliva soaked panties from his mouth before pulling him in for another kiss.

“Was that good for you, honey?” You asked, giving him a wicked smile as he rested his forehead against yours, panting as he came down from his orgasm.

“Fuck, yeah, that was good.” He said, kissing you again as his big hands pressed into the small of your back before moving their way up to your shoulders.

He slid the shoulders of your gown down your arms slowly and then down your hips once your arms were free. You stepped out of it as it pooled on the ground and he turned you suddenly until he had you pinned against the wall.

Jake took a step back and drank you in. He ran his hand over your hips and up your abdomen until he was cupping your breasts, gently running his thumbs over your nipples until they were raised to sensitive peaks.

“Mmhm, pretty girl.” He murmured as he palmed your breasts, making you gasp. “I’m gonna make you feel good too, baby.”

He removed his glasses and set them on the table behind him before stepping into you and curling his thick fingers over your mound. You bit your lip and moaned as he teased his way between your soft folds, brushing his fingers through the arousal at your entrance as he sank to his knees.

He pushed your lips apart gently, then dragged his tongue over your slit heavily, causing your knees to buckle when he found your clit. He moved one of your legs over his shoulder to keep you from falling as he started licking small circles over the tiny bud.

He shook his head from side to side to press himself deeper into you before sucking gently, making you cry out. His tongue entered your canal and he started to alternate between fucking you with it, and sucking on your clit.

You felt your core tightening as your orgasm built and you ground yourself into Jake’s face, begging him for more. He wrapped his lips around you tightly and sucked hard, and you felt the coil in your belly snap as you screamed his name and your release gushed all over his mouth and chin. You kept grinding against him as you came down and once you had finally finished, he gave you a wicked grin from between your legs before rising back up to kiss you.

You felt your desire stirring again already when you tasted yourself on his tongue and you let out a heavy sigh. He pressed himself into your front and lifted you until you could wrap your legs around his waist. He pressed his face into the hollow of your throat and softly nipped at the skin there. You gave a soft whine and gripped the back of his neck.

“You good with me fucking you against the wall, sweetheart?” He asked against your neck.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” You said breathlessly as he continued nuzzling you softly.

He kept you propped against the wall as he moved a hand between the two of you to line up at your entrance. You felt his tip brush against your folds and let out a sigh, trying to grind yourself into him.

He pulled his head up and gave you one of those grins before lowering you slowly onto his length. You moaned as you stretched over him until he was fully seated in you.

Jake gave a grunt and braced one hand against the wall before he started moving his hips, fucking his cock up into you roughly. His breath was hot against your neck as he panted in time with his thrusts, making you whimper softly in his ear.

“God, sweetheart, you’re so tight. This pussy feels so good.”

He started to pick up the pace then. You screwed your eyes shut and tilted your head back with a low moan, loving the full feeling he was giving you in this position. Jake lifted his head to look at you and watch as you took his cock, your tits bouncing each time he drove up into you. He bent his face down to nuzzle against them and you gasped as he drew his tongue over your nipple.

His cock was hitting your sweet spot each time and the position you were in had him rubbing right against your clit. You could feel yourself building towards an orgasm fast and dug your nails into the muscles of his back.

He felt you starting to flutter and clench around him and picked up the pace, adjusting the hand he had holding you up so your hips tilted just a bit and that small change sent you over the edge.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it!” You cried as every muscle in your body tightened and vibrated while your pleasure released violently. Jake kept his relentless pace up as you rode it out and you sagged against him when you came down.

You felt his hips start to stutter and then his dick was twitching inside of you, his cum filling you up until it was leaking out around his cock.

“Fuck, sorry.” He murmured against your hair as he held you to him. “I meant to pull out.”

You lifted his head up and slowly unwrapped yourself from him, placing your feet on the floor gently and almost collapsing on your shaky legs.

“That’s ok baby.” You said, giving him a reassuring pat on the cheek. You gave him a hungry kiss, painting the inside of his mouth with your tongue before whispering in his ear, “I love feeling your cum leaking out of my cunt.”

He gave a laugh that was on the hysterical side as you started to slip your gown back on. He was sliding into his pants when you turned back to him, and he gave you a sheepish grin. He found your panties as he was drawing his shirt off the ground and tried to hand them to you.

“Oh, sweetie, you keep those.” You told him with a throaty chuckle. “They can be a little souvenir.”

Fuck, that’s hot. He thought to himself as he tucked them into his back pocket.

“So, should we do this again sometime?” He asked awkwardly, not knowing what to say to you now. He definitely wanted to do it again. He wanted to do it a lot. But he was worried this was just a quick fling for you, a release after a stressful mission.

“Aww, puppy.” You pouted playfully at him. “We’ll do it again. Those stupid grins of yours have grown on me. I don’t think I have it in me to break your heart.”

He gave you one of those signature grins now as he pressed himself into your back and nuzzled in your hair. You whipped the door open and held his hand as you led him out to a chorus of whistles and catcalls, and he wore that stupid grin all night.

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PLZZZ george slow dancing with his fem s/o in the rain while sneaking out at night at hogwarts it would be so fricking cute omfg

Forever in the Rain 

George Weasley x Reader 

Hi Anon! I hope I did a good job of capturing what you wanted here, thank you for such a cute and inspiring request! <3

Genre: Fluff

Content Warnings: None 

Word Count: 2,330

“Are we seriously going to do this?!” 

Hermione hissed out, whispering so only yourself and the small group of people around her could hear. 

“I mean think about it, if we get caught we are in huge trouble. Why couldn’t we just do this over summer vacation?” 

“Well you want Harry to be able to join us, don’t you?” 

You whispered back, a large grin on your face as you hurried to ensure you kept up with the small group of girls in front of you. Fred and George had been planning this event for months, and for it to go perfectly you needed to make sure everyone followed the plan and stuck together to limit the possibility of getting caught. You heard Hermione sigh from behind you, moving quicker in order to not fall behind. 

“And how do we know this isn’t just some sick prank from the boys, huh?” Hermione whispered in a panicked voice, causing you to give her a look that told her just how ridiculous of a worry that was. 

“They’re going to be there too, Hermione, and they’re only doing this as a redo for the Yule Ball. I didn’t get to go because I was away visiting family and George always said he would do his best to throw us a ball of our very own. Turning this into a prank would be a good way to lose his girlfriend, he isn’t quite foolish enough to try that and you know it.” 

Letting out a defeated huff Hermione went quiet, catching up to you and the rest of the group with a few long strides, continuing the walk out of the building and out to the currently empty quidditch field. Swallowing thickly you looked at the group of young women around you, hoping that your lie was believable enough that none of them would question it. No one here needed to know that this wasn’t really a makeshift ball, but rather a final goodbye from the Weasley twins to the classmates they planned to leave behind the very next day. 

Upon your arrival at the quidditch field you weren’t surprised to find that Fred, George, and the rest of the boys they had invited were all waiting there. The twins had much more experience sneaking out than you did, and because of that they were much quicker about it. You smiled softly when you saw George in the crowd of around fifteen boys, approaching him from behind in order to wrap your arms around him. George jumped softly upon feeling your arms snake around his waist before he chuckled, rolling his eyes and turning away from the conversation he was having with Seamus to face you. 

“Well how nice of you to turn up. Running a little late, are we?” George teased, cupping one side of your face with his hand, an almost far off look in his eyes as he ran his thumb across your cheek slowly. You frowned and reached up cup his face just the same, tilting your head. “Please don’t worry about me, George. I’m going to be okay.” Swallowing thickly George gave a quick nod, leaning down to place his forehead against your own. He remained like that for a few seconds before nodding once again and pulling away, a smile gracing his lips. “Well then, lets get this party started, shall we?” 

Thirty minutes later, after setting up a smuggled in radio, the music was playing, the snacks were laid out on a blanket on the ground, and friends and couples alike were dancing together in the grass, their feet bare and the ends of their dresses and trousers vaguely muddied. It was a beautiful sight to behold. And off to the side you stood wearing the ankle length gown you had intended to wear to the Yule ball but never got the chance to, George by your side in a rental tux he planned to steal the bow tie from to remember the night by. Extending your hand to your other half you smiled when George looked down at you fondly, his fingers wrapping around your own, squeezing gently. 

“This is absolutely perfect, you and Freddie should be proud of yourselves.” 

You had just gotten the words out of your mouth when a long arm draped itself over your shoulders, the familiar voice of Fred Weasley sounding beside your ear. “Why thank you dear sister, I appreciate your appreciation.” He snickered at his own unfunny joke, pulling his arm away from your shoulder as you turned to face him, caught up on a different part of his sentence. “Sister?” You asked, rolling your eyes softly at the enthusiastic nod that followed your sentence, “I’m not your sister, Freddie.” You said, punching his shoulder playfully with a grin. Fred responded with a shrug, a mischievous smile finding its way onto his face, “Not yet you aren’t, just give it a few - Hey!” Fred was cut off when Seamus came up behind him, smiling nervously as he tugged the man back by his coat, “Excuse us, we have some punch bowls to refill.” 

You watched curiously as Seamus continued to pull a half-heartedly struggling Fred away from you and your boyfriend. You turned to George to ask him what that interaction was about but found that he was looking away from you, clearly deep in thought. “George?” You asked gently, squeezing at his hand the same way he had squeezed yours just a few seconds before. George stiffened a bit before relaxing again, looking down at your with a soft and somewhat relieved looking smile. “Yes, Dear?” He asked, making your cheeks heat up even in the ever so slightly chilled air. “Any idea what all of that was about?” You asked, curiosity laced in your tone as you looked up at him. George swallowed, taking a moment to look off at the two bickering boys before she shook his head. “Haven’t a clue, Love. But what I do know is that I’ve only got so much time left to dance with my stunning girlfriend before the night is over.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed in response to George’s words, letting go of his hand to cross your arms over one another, raising a brow at him. “Is that your way of asking me to dance with you, Weasley?” George grinned, standing up straighter and offering his arm to you. “No, but this is.” With that he gestured to his arm with his chin, causing you to roll your eyes once again, but take it nonetheless, your hand resting just below his shoulder as he guided you to the makeshift dance floor. 

Song after song, George danced with you for hours on end, only stopping briefly for snack and drink breaks in between. He moved swiftly on his feet, spinning you effortlessly and watching your every move with love in his eyes. The dancing went on and on, even as the sun began to rise, casting long shadows of dancing figures on the ground. It wasn’t very long after the sun began to rise though, that the rain started to fall. It was gentle at first, just a small drop on your forehead every once in a while, but even so that was enough to get most people to stop dancing on the now overly dampened grass. But still the two of you kept dancing. The rain fell harder as time went on, never pouring, but falling fast enough to wet your hair and your dress significantly. But despite the discomfort of wet fabric sticking to your skin you couldn’t help but smile and continue your loving dance, laughter from the both of you filling the air as the dance became less controlled and more sporadic. You pulled away from George, spinning on your toes over and over again across the dance floor, your hair flying around behind you as you raised your arms up to the air, leaning your head back to allow the droplets of rain to run down your cheeks. By now the music had stopped and everyone was quiet, and when you stopped moving and looked back to your lover you found him standing still, his head tilted, staring at you with a type of love in his eyes that nearly brought you to tears. You were just about to start approaching him when he started taking long strides towards you, allowing him to reach you in a matter of seconds. You opened your mouth to speak but soon found your lips were pressed against his own, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you with something that could only be described as desperation, although for what you did not know. 

George pulled away after just under a minute, panting heavily as the rain continued to fall on your faces and clothes. 

“I love you” 

He said softly, his eyes beginning to glisten as he spoke.You swallowed thickly, feeling tears begin to build at his sudden declaration, 

“I love you too, George.” 

And with that, George suddenly wasn’t standing anymore. He was kneeling before you, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a velvet box. Your hands flew to your mouth as you realized what was happening, the crowd around the two of you gasping and grinning as they looked on, the rain continuing to nearly drench them after having spent so much time in it. 

“Y/n L/n” 

George said clearly, his hands shaky as he spoke, 

“I love you with everything that I have. And I am begging you to please allow me the pleasure of spending the rest of my life with you by my side.” 

You began nodding immediately, finding yourself unable to speak, shock forcing your throat closed in a way you had never experienced before. George smiled up at you, reaching his unoccupied hand over to your own. And with that simple touch none of this was too much anymore, and you were finally able to give him the answer he was looking for. 

“Yes” 

You all but sobbed out, tackling George on to the ground, him landing on his back and you on top of him. Laughter began to flow from the two of you immediately, and slowly George began to sit up, reaching to your face in order to push a lock of damp hair behind your ear. 

“You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

 He whispered, sliding the ring you hadn’t even realized he had removed from the box on to your finger. 

You looked down at the ring, unable to stop your tears from falling at the sight of it resting atop your finger. It was absolutely beautiful, without a doubt exactly what you would’ve picked out for yourself had you been able to. It glistened in the rising sun and the falling rain, more bright and beautiful than you ever could’ve imagined. Looking back up at the man you loved you leaned in to rest your forehead against his own, a smile on your face even as your tears continued to fall. 

“Thank you for loving me the way you do, George. I’m the luckiest girl on Earth.”

 George grinned widely at your words, taking both of your hands into his own. 

The morning continued on, the sun rising higher and higher into the sky until finally it was time for everyone to sneak back to their dorms. But you and George remained on the field, laying together on the soaked grass with your head resting on his chest, unafraid of being caught, uncaring of the consequences, whatever they may have been. “I love you” George whispered softly, running a hand through your hair as he let out a deep sigh. Looking up to meet his gaze you were surprised to find tears running down George’s cheeks, his face revealing that he was enduring something he wasn’t meant to be handling alone. Reaching up to wipe away the tears that had made their way to his cheeks you sat up beside him, leaning forward on your knees in order to look deep into his eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” You murmured, allowing the pad of your thumb to stroke his cheek lovingly as he took a deep breath beneath your touch. There was pleasant silence for a few more seconds before George finally spoke up, his voice strained. “I don’t want to leave you,” He whispered, “I thought that asking you to marry me would make me feel better about it, because it was a promise that being apart wouldn’t be forever, but...” George trailed off, giving you the chance to speak up. “If you’re so worried about it then don’t leave me.” You said confidently, watching as George’s expression changed from one of pain to one of confusion. “You mean like-” “Take me with you.” You finished for him, grinning as you looked down at him, “If you don’t want to leave me then take me with you, George.” George sat up, taking both of your hands within your own as he looked you dead in your eyes, “You mean it?” You nodded enthusiastically, watching as George’s confusion and concern melted away into pure joy, “You want to come with me?” George whispered out, “You’ll let me take you with me? Take you away from here?” You nodded once again, letting out a shriek as George suddenly wrapped both arms around you, pulling you closer than he ever had before. “Thank you, oh thank you so much.” He sobbed out, relief obvious in his voice. You remained trapped in his tight embrace for a few more seconds before carefully pulling away, smiling up at him, “Of course, George. I don’t want to be anywhere that you aren’t. Let’s do this together.” George moved to wipe away the final remnants of teardrops from his cheeks, nodding as he leaned in to rest his forehead against your own. 

“Together”. 

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