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dilemmaontwolegs · 24 days

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The Perfect Life || CL16 {3}

Summary: Charles is beginning to see the cracks in your facade and it only leads to more questions than answers in his quest to get to know you. Warnings: angst, swearing, sarcasm, abusive parents, flashback to Jules WC: 2.1k

One || Two || Three || Four

Ten Years Ago The nurses greeted you by name as you walked into the ICU ward with a book in your hands and your school backpack slung over one shoulder. For the last six months you had visited your friend twice a week and learned the names of all the staff while you sat at his side.

“I have the new, unreleased, Jack Reacher,” you said as you took your seat between the bed and the window. The only other sounds in the room were the quiet whoosh of the ventilator and the rhythmic beat of the heart monitor. “Father knows the Editor at Bantam Press.”

You dumped your bag on the floor and opened the novel. The action thriller wasn’t something you would choose yourself but Jules had liked the series so you read it aloud. The neurologists seemed to think it could help him and the psychiatrists seemed to think it could help you.

“Moving a guy as big as Keever wasn’t easy,” you began the story. Time slipped away as you turned each page and you were so engrossed in the words that you didn’t notice your phone vibrating in your bag. You were late to your piano lesson, but more importantly someone else was arriving for his weekly visit.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Charles snapped as he breezed into the room and crossed his arms.

“Same as you, visiting,” you murmured as you packed your bag up, leaving the novel on the table that had a vase of fresh flowers. You touched Jules’ hand with a silent farewell and kept your eyes low as you made your escape.

You were almost to the door when an arm blocked your way. “Don’t come back again,” Charles growled.

Your fists clenched at your sides as you dared to lift your head and meet his glare. “He is my friend too.”

Charles rolled his eyes. “You’re just a stupid little girl. He avoids you because he finds you annoying.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know he wouldn’t want you here.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded because he was probably right. That was the last time you visited Jules, and the first time you truly hated Charles.

“That was harsh,” Lorenzo stated as you passed by on your way out of the room.

Charles waited for the door to close before he asked his eldest brother, “Were they friends?”

Lorenzo chewed his lip and shrugged. “They weren’t friends,” he admitted and Charles turned his back with a scoff as he made his way to Jules, missing the quiet confession tacked on to the end, “They were closer than that.”

You had been so furious when you left the hospital that you smashed your fist into a wall in the car park where your driver was waiting.

“Phew, that’s quite the punch you pack, little lady,” a stranger had chuckled between the drags he took on his cigarette. “With a bit of training you could do some serious damage.”

You looked at the blood running over your knuckles but you were numb to the pain. “I like damage,” you commented quietly. “Do you know any trainers?”

Present Day Charles drove along the scenic coastal road towards Saint Tropez rather than the faster highways. He lowered the windows and donned a pair of sunglasses as the breeze whipped his dark hair back. Everything about his ostentatious image screamed old money until he smiled and it was too carefree. Old money didn’t show such emotion, your mother said it was uncouth to feel anything except superiority. Those weren’t her exact words but it was the gist of the conversation.

“You frown too much,” he commented as he handed you his phone.

“I hardly have anything to smile about.”

“For starters, we escaped that - whatever that was, because it certainly wasn’t charitable. And now you are in control of the music. I think that is enough for a little smile.”

You tossed his phone back on his lap and turned your attention back to the waves breaking against the rocks. “I don’t listen to music.”

“Everyone listens to music.”

He fiddled with the stereo and the slow melodic beginning to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the car. Each note sent echoes of pain shooting through your fingertips and you closed your hands as they began to shake. Your knuckles throbbed with the memory of sitting before your mother and reciting the classical greats you had been made to learn. You were constantly showcased to her friends, placed on a pedestal to flaunt skills that had no real purpose other than to illustrate the other families' mediocrities.

Until you made a mistake.

You flinched as the allegretto movement began and your hands snapped close to your chest as you felt the piano lid come slamming down on them again. It was like falling in a dream and startling as you woke up. Charles was watching carefully as you found yourself back in the leather seat and not the velvet bench.

“Turn it off.”

He hit a button on his steering wheel and silence descended in the small space. “Want to talk about it?”

“No.”

Charles thankfully let it go and concentrated on driving to Monaco. You didn’t even bother to argue with him when he passed around the outskirts of Nice without stopping, you had found a small distraction by making shapes out of the clouds. It was only when he slowed to drive through the signature winding street that passed the casino that you looked down at your chiffon gown and frowned. “I am overdressed, even for this place.”

“You can wear something of mine.”

“No thanks,” you said, quickly shutting down the offer with a shake of your head. You grabbed your phone from your clutch and sent a quick message to Arthur. “I have some spare clothes at your brother’s place, we can just pick them up.”

Charles’ brow lifted. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to stay in this dress all afternoon?”

“No, why do you have clothes at Arthur’s?”

“For when I stay there, obviously. Do you think I stay in a hotel here?” You rolled your eyes. “No, wait, you probably thought ‘Daddy bought me a penthouse’.”

He had the good sense to look guilty but it also confirmed your suspicion.

You knew the small city almost as well as Nice and found your bearings as he made his way to Arthur’s apartment complex. It wasn’t far from Charles’ but you had never been there, Arthur had just pointed it out on one of the many outings into the city.

“You have a key too?” Charles asked as you unlocked Arthur’s door instead of knocking.

“You’re starting to sound a little jealous now.” The door swung open and Arthur waved as you shot past the sofa he was relaxing on and ducked into his bedroom to change into a pair of leggings and one of his old Prema shirts.

“Who’s jealous?” he asked as you flopped down beside him and used his thighs as a pillow.

You draped a hand over your forehead and sighed dramatically. “Your brother is madly in love with me, but he can’t get over how close we are, Tur. There may be a duel at dawn, ready your pistols and kiss your mother in case it is the last time.”

“You really need a nap don’t you,” Arthur teased. His fingers carefully plucked the bobby pins from your hair and Charles watched on silently as the haunted look that had been in your eyes the entire ride faded away. “Dare I ask why you are here? You didn’t kidnap her did you?”

“I’d probably be floating facedown in the riviera if I tried that,” Charles replied with an indignant snort. “She voluntarily got into my car.”

“Ah, that’s progress, I suppose.”

“It was the lesser of two evils,” you corrected as you closed your eyes. The late night was beginning to catch up with you and a yawn cracked your jaw before a soft blanket fell over you. “Mm, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Your brain hadn’t realised Arthur’s hands were still busy and the voice came from the blanket box where Charles had stood. Rather than question the goodwill, it was easier to pretend he hadn’t been nice because it was starting to really confuse you.

“Did your genius brother tell you his plan?” you asked as you shifted around until you were comfy and looked up at your best friend.

“He may have mentioned it on the drive home last night,” Arthur said. “Honestly, it was all he talked about.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.” Arthur turned his attention back to you. “Are you actually considering it?”

You barked a laugh that was a big enough ‘no’ but followed it up with, “Absolutely not. It wouldn’t even work anyway.”

“Why not?” Charles asked, taking a seat in the armchair opposite.

“No offence, but what do you bring to the table? Outside of F1 your name doesn’t mean anything.”

Growing up in Monaco where one in three people were millionaires, Charles wasn’t blind to reality, he knew first hand how elitist the ‘old money’ families were. “So why marry Jules?”

You heard the pain that one question held and sighed as you sat up, woefully abandoning the idea of sleep. Charles didn’t like how the question made him sound petulant, or that he was somehow a better choice than Jules was - he didn’t think that at all, he just couldn’t understand why the plan wouldn’t work.

“It wasn’t about Jules. You forget that while he raced under the French flag the Bianchi’s came from Milan. The Italian market is one Father wants to break into.” You got up and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of Prosecco from the fridge. It was a little flat after being open a few days and you swirled the drink around, watching the bubbles rise to the surface. “Father’s five year plan was for Jules to win a championship with Ferrari, cementing the name back into Italian households, and then train his new son-in-law to join the family business.”

The silence was heavy but Charles eventually recovered from staring out the window deep in thought. “Did Jules know this?”

“He knew enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“He knew he was important enough to blackmail my father, kind of ballsy if you ask me, but it worked. Jules threatened to quit racing if he revoked the funding for your driving academy.” You drank down the Prosecco in a few unladylike gulps before refilling it as the bitterness in your belly grew. “Must have been nice to have someone fight all your battles.”

“I’m trying to help you now, but you’re being stubborn,” Charles said as he crossed the room and took the bottle away. “I don’t understand why.”

“You don’t understand? Maybe it’s because you treated me like shit for years and I can’t trust you.”

“I thought Jules didn’t like you, I figured it had to be for a good reason.”

“No, you figured you could judge me without even trying to get to know me. That’s pretty fucking shitty, but you know what? I’ve come to expect it from everyone. The only person that’s ever treated me like a fucking human being is sitting right there.”

Charles followed the angry point of your finger to his brother and sighed. “I can’t change the past, okay, but I am trying to make up for it now. Please, just let me help you, it’s the least I can do - for you and for Jules. It’s just a job.”

You crossed your arms and tipped your chin back to look him in the eyes. “What makes you think I would even protect you? I could let you get mobbed and point them in the right direction.”

Charles smiled and you realised you were no longer impervious to the fact he was quite handsome but it was his words that shocked you more. “Because I believe you’re better than that.”

“That might be your biggest mistake.”

Charles held his hand out. “We will have to test it and see. Deal?”

You looked at Arthur and so much hope filled his face it was impossible to stomach the idea of watching it fall away. So, you shook Charles’ hand and swore you heard Jules’ laugh in the seagulls' cries. Yeah, he would probably be laughing, he always laughed when you made a mistake.

“There’s no use crying, lapinette, might as well laugh and learn,” Jules would say.

You only wondered just how bad this latest lesson in the school of hard-knocks would be.

Part Four.

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goodnightmemes · 8 months

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THE TUDORS SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTER (PART TWO)

s02e06 - s02e10

❛ Will you come to my bed tonight? ❜

❛ You are marrying into a great family. You will do it, whether you like it or not. Do you understand? ❜

❛ Something's going to happen to me. ❜

❛ Don't talk like this. Nothing is going to happen to you. ❜

❛ I'm unable to give a King a son; a son to be the living image of his father. ❜

❛ It's all right. Everything is going to be all right. Please don't cry. I love you. I'll look after you, I swear. ❜

❛ I like you and enjoy your company. But you have a reputation: you gamble and you whore. You sail close to the wind. God forbid it should ever blow you onto the rocks. ❜

❛ I have no doubt what so ever that Your Majesty's reign will always be remembered. ❜

❛ Are you amusing yourself at my expense? ❜

❛ I swear to you it will never happen again. I love you too much. I have no right to ask you to believe me. But it's true. ❜

❛ Is she one of your mistresses? How many do you have? What are their names? ❜

❛ Here's the truth: you must shut your eyes and endure like your betters have done before you. ❜

❛ How can you say that to me? Don't you know that I love you a thousand times more than [name] ever did! ❜

❛ Don't you know that I can drag you down as quickly as I raised you? ❜

❛ This is lucky you have your bed already, madam, because if you did not, I wouldn't give it to you again. ❜

❛ Listen to me. You're the Queen! For the love of God, act like it! ❜

❛ At least seem happy. Not a heap of misery! ❜

❛ It's been tasted. It's not poisonous. ❜

❛ I am not "your dear". I am nobody's "dear!" I am a woman and I demand equal respect for my ideas! ❜

❛ Why are you here? To see the degradation that we have been forced to? ❜

❛ You may kiss me. Then you will leave me alone. Forever. ❜

❛ Anyone can see that the King is not so much in love with her as he used to be. ❜

❛ All this time and you're still in love with her! ❜

❛ Let me look at you. There you are. I have not seen you for so long. An eternity. And here you are! ❜

❛If I had a son, it would bring about a golden world. ❜

❛You ought to be careful, or I will have you cropped at the neck. ❜

❛ I did not bring you up to have opinions or to express them or to quarrel with those closest to the Crown. ❜

❛ I am carrying the King's son. We are on the edge of a golden world! ❜

❛ I'm certainly aware there are some at court who would like to see the queen replaced. ❜

❛ I was married before and I must confess, I rather like the liberty of not being married again. ❜

❛ You have just come from another's bed. No. Do not deny it. ❜

❛ Sometimes, my love, I think that with you I'm already condemned to live in purgatory. ❜

❛ His heart is very weak. I don't know if he will come back to us. ❜

❛ In such a crisis, all could disintegrate. So the centre has to hold, and we must hold it. ❜

❛ You know, I cannot think whether it would be a bad thing or a good thing if he died. ❜

❛ As Lord Protector, you would ipso facto...be King, ❜

❛ Though you are still a young man...you're not as young as you used to be. ❜

❛ I'm so happy you're well. I was so alarmed, so afraid. ❜

❛ It was a mistake to think I could behave like I used to. In any case, those carefree days are gone. ❜

❛ In the future, I won't see you unless your other family members are present. I just had to see you now. ❜

❛ What is this? Just when my belly is doing its business...I find you wenching with Mistress [name]! ❜

❛ You've lost my boy. I cannot speak of it. The loss is too great. ❜

❛ I see now that God will not grant me any male children. ❜

❛ You have no one to blame but yourself for this. ❜

❛ Because the love I bear you is so great...it broke my heart to see you loved others. ❜

❛ It's true what they have whispered. I shut my ears to them, but now I know it to be true. ❜

❛ I will treasure this all my life. And if they ever open my grave, they will find it again, right next to my heart. ❜

❛ You have overreached yourself. Believe me, you have placed yourself in very great danger. ❜

❛ Do you assume I no longer possess the power to crush you? It would be an easy mistake to make. ❜

❛ The king cannot satisfy a woman. He has neither the skill, nor the virility. ❜

❛ We have come so far. No one is going to be allowed to destroy us. No one. Do you understand? ❜

❛ I think we should drink a toast to new beginnings and to new friendships and to a mutually beneficial future. ❜

❛ If your master wants to deal with me, he must first apologize for all his ill treatment of me in the past. ❜

❛ Princes are different from us and are not to be easily understood. ❜

❛ It's come to my notice that some acts of treason and other offenses have been committed by those we loved and trusted. By members of our own court. ❜

❛ I want to tell you in this slippery world, you represent for me all that is innocent, everything that is good, unsullied, uncorrupted. ❜

❛ If anything should happen to me...will you promise to care for my daughter? ❜

❛ Please. For the love you bear our child, have mercy. ❜

❛ After everything we've been to each other. After everything we were. Please. One more chance. ❜

❛ My enemies have poisoned the air with their horrid lies. ❜

❛ I pray God will help me, for there is no truth in these allegations. ❜

❛ Sometimes, in order to defeat evil, one must learn to consort with the devil. ❜

❛ When am I to die? ❜

❛ My lady, I am obliged to tell you that your marriage to the king has been declared null and void. ❜

❛ Tell them to ready the horses. But tell no one of our destination. ❜

❛ I hear you say I will not die before noon. I am sorry for it, for I thought to be dead by that time and past my pain. ❜

❛ Yes, I heard the executioner was very good. And in any case, I have only a little neck. ❜

❛ Have you ever killed someone? What did it feel like? ❜

❛ I would really like to see someone die. Can I go to the execution with you? ❜

❛ I want her dead. I want it over with. Finished. Go and do it or, by God's blood, you will join her. ❜

❛ I swear to you, from tomorrow, everything will be different. We will be young and merry as we used to be. ❜

❛ If you would take my advice for what it's worth find a rich man to marry who is too stupid to know anything about politics. Then perhaps - unless you die in childbirth, which is likely...or the plague, which is almost inevitable - then you will be happy. ❜

❛ Forgive me. It's just that I so much want a new beginning. A renaissance. Sometimes it is hard to be reminded of things. ❜

❛ Tell me, was it all worth it? ❜

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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AU Ficlet #2

woah, my fiftieth written for this blog... Thank you all for sticking around by the way! Without further ado, it's all under the cut.

CONTENT WARNINGS : Allusions to cannibalism, cults, religious imagery.

“ Don’t you ever feel like you’re… trapped here?” It was an odd question coming from Calla Lily Cookie, one that caused Blueberry Milkshake to immediately turn his attention to his work partner for the day. “ Hmmm…. Nope! But what do you mean by that, Calla Lily Cookie?” He asked, tilting his head as he pondered Calla Lily’s question. Trapped here? In Meringue Village? No, he could never be trapped in a place that was his home. “ O-Oh, it’s just that…” She turned her head away, back to the jelly bush she was tending to. “ Have you ever wondered what’s beyond our little village? I mean… I know we live on a continent called ‘Beast Yeast’ but surely it can’t all be monsters, right?” “ Who knows,” He chirped, going back to his own place picking apple jellies from the trees. “ But there’s probably still a lot of monsters, we’re only safe from them because of the prophet’s barrier around the village.” He replied, briefly contemplating taking a bite out of one of the apple jellies he was holding… But he decided not to, he wasn’t feeling all that hungry anyways. He looked back over to Calla Lily, she still seemed troubled by something. “ Still thinking about what’s outside, hm?” He asked, leaning on the tree branch. He only spoke again after getting Calla Lily’s nod of conformation. “ Well, you should probably go talk to Mystery Cookie then. They go outside all the time! Well, other than our leader and the prophet.” She turned away. “ I’ll… keep that in mind.” She replied as she went back to tending to the jellies. Meanwhile Blueberry Milkshake turned back to look into the apple jelly in his hand. Should he eat it after all? I mean, it’s just one apple jelly, what’s the harm that could be done? And yet he still pauses, would the leader approve of him taking a bite of this apple? Sure, it was one of many, but she knew about almost everything that went on in the village. He wouldn’t get any closer to the promised land if he took a bite out of this apple. And yet, it was so tempting to do so. But why? Why was it so tempting to attempt to fall out of line? To just… take a bite? He wanted to know, and yet he couldn’t.

_ - - _

Maybe he should have taken a bite of that apple back there, witches know that it would be better than his current situation. Here he stood, right in front of the prophet’s door. His heart was pounding from both anxiety and a mix of something else… Because who wouldn’t when you have to go face to face with someone like Marshmallow Fluff Cookie? She was, well, for starters she was a lot bigger than the other cookies, and that was pretty intimidating. And not only that but she was blessed with holy knowledge from the witches. There was also the fact that she was, in Blueberry Milkshake’s opinion, rather pretty. So, having to interact with a tall, scary yet pretty woman was rather reasonably, a heart-pounding experience. “ You may come in,” He could hear her from beyond the door, so, with only a moment of hesitation, he opened the door and stepped inside. There were few times that Blueberry Milkshake ever saw the prophet outside of her room, and that was usually during meal times, or the occasional day where she left her room to wander around near the forest. The latter were the more, well, carefree times he’d been around her, and dare he say that they got a bit close during then. Though sometimes… it feels like they’ve interacted more than they have. He looked up at her, noticing the white roots of her fluffy pink hair were showing. He’d noticed that she tended to, well, chew on her hair sometimes. And whenever she got healed whatever amount she’d chewed off would grow back white. She turned to him, brown eyes like chocolate scanning him before signaling him to come in further and shut the door behind him. “ How have you been, Blue?” She asked, twisting in her seat, a cushion on the floor, to lay on her stomach. Her smile, unlike the practiced, melancholic one she had around the other members of the village except for Mystery Cookie and himself, was rather genuine. He considered it a rather nice smile. “ I’ve been… good actually!” he chirped out the lie, or well, the half-lie. If he were to be honest then, well, everything had been rather monotonous. Rather… boring, if you asked him. But how could he starve off his boredom if Meringue Cookie’s watchful eye followed him almost everywhere? He watched the smile on her face drop into melancholy for a moment, the mood around them turning more serious. Marshmallow Fluff then held out something in her hands, revealing it to be a small, blue colored apple jelly. “ I want you to take this, and eat it when you’re ready. I know it’s not much, and that it’s your decision… But I…” She trailed off, like a book that never got finished. “ … Nevermind, just take it.” And so, he listened, he took the apple from her hand. He was almost tempted to take a bite right now, almost. But the time wasn’t right, or maybe he was just afraid? Afraid of the unknown? Who knows…

_ - - _

It was supposedly, a normal day within Meringue Village. A perfectly normal day where Blueberry Milkshake didn’t have any tasks to do for the village. Which meant that he could pretty much do whatever he wanted for the day. Most of the time, he spent these days at home or near the forest surrounding the village. It had been seven days since Marshy(his nickname for Marshmallow Fluff Cookie) had given him the blue apple jelly, seven… quite odd days. For instance, he began to… notice a lot more things. For instance, when he was working with the foraging crew and watching one of them get patched up, he swore he could see two, thin scars on one of their backs. When he asked about it… well, they apparently didn’t know those scars even existed. Even thinking that he was playing a prank on them. There was also the fact that his nightmares got… worse? Well, he was having them more frequently. These nightmares involved some strange jester that looked like him, who always, always looked at him with disappointment. And yet, somehow he could tell that the jester aimed its disappointment at itself as well. It was always just them, together in a black void. That was, however, until the apple jelly began to appear in them. The apple jelly always appeared in the jester’s hand, and the jester always offered it to him. “ Come on,” The jester would say, a grin blooming on its face “ Aren’t you tired of being trapped in this… pathetic, powerless, unknowing form?” He’d never respond directly to the jester, either flinching away or, more recently, hesitating to take the apple jelly before he woke up with it in his hands. He’d always consider eating it after waking up, but never did. In fact, he kept it hidden on his person at all times, not even telling Meringue Cookie about the apple jelly. He feared that it’d be taken away from him if he did tell her. He sat on a fallen tree trunk, staring at the apple jelly in his hand. It seemed to glow in the dim light of the forest. Should he eat it? Should he not? He didn’t know and that bugged him. Would he know if he took a bite of the apple jelly? Would he still be left in the dark? Would he- “ Blue?” “ GYAH!” He shrieked in surprise, jumping in his seat. He turned around to face Marshmallow Fluff Cookie, who stood behind him with a mildly concerned expression. “ Witches sake- You scared me halfway to death!” He briefly scolded her, listening to her amused giggle put him at ease though. Silently, he invited her to sit, which she did. “ So… You still haven’t eaten it yet?” She asked, a mixture of curiosity and something else that Blueberry Milkshake couldn’t recognize on her face. The look in her eyes was expectant, as if she’d predicted that he’d eventually give in and eat the apple jelly no matter how long he resisted. And she was right, had she not interrupted him then he would have taken a bite. “ I mean…” He attempted to come up with an excuse, even though what he was about to say wasn’t really one. “ It’s a gift from you, right? I don’t want to just eat it and be done with it…” He said, staring down at the blue apple jelly in his hands. “ I know that you told me to eat it… and I think that I might be ready to… yet.” He trailed off, looking to her for support. A gentle smile graced her face. “ I think you should eat it,” she encouraged him as she gently pushed up his hands to raise the apple jelly. He stared at it for a moment, considering her suggestion. It wouldn’t hurt, right? So ever so slowly, he takes a bite. And afterwards? Everything hurts.

He yelps with pain, dropping the rest of the apple jelly and clutching his head. He could feel the knowledge that the fruit contained worming its way inside. There were names, faces, events that had all been taken from his head to create the shell that was himself, Blueberry Milkshake Cookie. Who was originally just an identity played and changed for the sole purpose of worming his way into high societies just to see them crumble with a few lies told here and a few truths told there. He could feel traces of his former magic rushing back into him, the essence of his soul jam. It burned under his dough and yet it felt all too right for it to be there. The burning sensation was soon replaced by a more cold, yet not chilling sensation. Like escaping from the heat by taking shelter in the shade. He drops to the ground, onto his knees. “ Blue! Are you alright?” He can hear Marshmallow Fluff call out, with her racing to his side. He can see the apple, he’s so close to knowledge, to understanding. He reaches for it yet Marshmallow Fluff takes it from his reach. “ Hey, hey, take it slow, understand what you know right now before jumping in further.” It was good advice, advice he couldn’t help but listen to. So he took a moment to breathe, to try and process the information that was flooding into his mind. His name, his real name, was Shadow Milk Cookie. One of the former heroes of Cookie kind that fell from grace due to the corruption that came with his forbidden use of dark magic and his unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Formerly, he embodied knowledge, but now he embodies deceit. He was a member of the formerly named five heroes, now named the five beasts. And, he was currently incredibly small compared to his true height. And another thing, he was currently sealed into this form. This… tiny, weak and pathetic form. God he can understand why the mental him looked at him with such disappointment, he was just an empty shell that had none of the greatness he did. He could feel a reassuring pat on the back, oh right, Marshmallow Fluff Cookie was still here. He looked up to her, remembering their real first meeting. He’d found her near the border of the village, and she was rather… interesting to him. Mainly due to the fact that there was some kind of strange power nestled within her. Over time, they’d surprisingly gotten closer. Close enough for Shadow Milk to sometimes forget his original goal of finding out what that power in her was. Though, maybe he should have listened to her when she said to never come to her village, no matter what. Maybe then he would have never gotten his magic and soul jam stripped from him in the first place… but how did that happen?

She let him finish the apple now, and the increase of knowledge didn’t hurt like it did the first time. His mind filled in the blanks in his memory once he finished chewing. Oh, oh. That’s why his instincts told him to be afraid of Meringue Cookie, not only was she, to quote Marshmallow Fluff herself, batshit insane, but she was also the one who sealed him in the first place! There was also the fact that she was basically a power and adoration hungry beast placed in the dough of a cookie. He’d probably respect that if it weren’t for the fact that she went after him and was just a monster in general. He may call himself a beast but that doesn’t compare to the shit that Meringue Cookie does to people. For example, him! She literally almost wiped out his entire identity and took his power for herself! And that’s not even mentioning the fact that she steals the wings of Fairy Cookies whenever they find themselves unlucky enough to be near the village. Though he didn’t know the details, he knew that it had to be painful. “ You’re… okay, right?” Marshmallow Fluff asked, ah, he remembered that he used to be scared of her for some reason as well. But she was pretty much harmless… towards him. She wouldn’t harm him if she had the choice to. “ … Physically? Yes.” He began, getting back on his feet. “ Mentally? Well, I’m a bit peeved you didn’t do this sooner. But I suppose that it’s better than before.” “ That's good then.” She smiled. “ And I’m sorry, but Meringue Cookie doesn’t leave her office unattended all that much. I only had enough time to get your memories from your soul jam.” She explained, her smile turning more apologetic. “ Ah well, win some, you lose some.” He shrugged, though he was already formulating a plan to get back at their twisted cult leader. All he needed was his soul jam and then he could get straight to his revenge! He’d work out the details later, mainly because he’s still adjusting.

He could see Marshmallow Fluff tense up, crap, Meringue Cookie must be looking for her. Of course, you could imagine his surprise when she pulled him close, close enough to hug him maybe? Who knew, but why did she do that? He soon heard footsteps on the grass and- Oh, that’s how she wanted to play this. Very clever, he supposed. Well, he wouldn’t be one of the world’s greatest actors if he didn’t play into his role. And all it took was a few thoughts to make his face turn a bright blue, nothing too indecent, mind you. It wasn’t long until you caught onto what he was doing, making sure to catch him when his footing went light. “ Ah, dearest prophet…” He could hear Meringue Cookie say, that sickly sweet smile upon her face as she laced her words with honey. “ While I do trust that you are checking up on the barrier, don’t you think that it’s been a bit too long- Hm?” Ah, looks like she noticed him. He could sense the slightest irritation leak into Meringue Cookie’s voice, most people wouldn’t even notice that her tone had changed. “ Ah, Blueberry Milkshake Cookie… Whatever are you doing out here? I suppose that it is one of your free days, yet to spend one near the barrier is quite foolish when it’s on one of its scheduled check up days… And may I ask what you’re doing with our prophet?” She asked, tilting her head a bit to the side. “ Oh!- Um… Ah, how do I explain this…?” He fumbled, though it was merely all acting on his part. But of course, Marshmallow Fluff’s acting helped him sell the bit… and by acting, I mean being bluntly ‘honest’.

“ We were hanging out together while I checked on the barrier, that’s all.” She stated, staring down almost blankly at Meringue Cookie. He had to give it to her, she knew how to keep a cool head. He looked at Meringue Cookie, it was clear that she had had a few doubts about what Marshmallow Fluff had said… But it appeared that she couldn’t call them out. She straightened her posture. “ Very well then.” She simply said, before casting a much less warm glare to Shadow Milk Cookie. “ Oh, but if you’re doing anything to taint our prophet… I will have you kicked out of the village, Blueberry Milkshake Cookie.” She said sternly, one might think that she actually cared for Marshmallow Fluff had they not known what to look for… or what she was really like. Her tone returned to its warm, chipper manner that she had before. “ Be sure to be back by sundown in time for meal time! I’m sure that neither of you would want to miss out.” She hummed before turning on her heel and walking off. Marshmallow Fluff let out a muted sigh of relief, meanwhile Shadow Milk looked up at her. “ You know, you really wouldn’t assume that she’s… well, who she really is under all that. I’ve got to hand that to her at least.” He mused, which earned him a pout from Marshmallow Fluff. “ What? A good actor has to respect another good actor.” “ I… guess you’re right.” She hummed, turning away. There’s a beat of silence before Shadow Milk thinks of a question that he never got answers to. “ Hey, Marshy?” He asked, calling her attention to him with a hum. “ I never got to ask this before, but what exactly is the promised land? I can’t imagine that it’s actually something good since you guys supposedly worship the witches.”

The witches, quite the bitter memory if you asked him. Sure, they, as in the five beasts, had been created by one that was more… morally sound. But there was a small group that actually ate the living cookies that were baked, and not the ones baked for consumption. He hoped that the witches that the cult worshiped were on the less cannibalism-acquainted side… But judging by Marshmallow Fluff Cookie’s rather nervous expression, it was likely that that’s the case. But that doesn’t exactly explain why people are selected for the promised land one by one, if they were getting served up to the witches then wouldn’t it be in batches? There is, however, a more disturbing thought that comes to mind. And yet, he decides not to chase it just yet. The time for it will come eventually… But he hopes that the traces of that very theory are incorrect. If they were, it would explain a lot about Marshmallow Fluff Cookie… But, would he be able to look at her the same way if it was true? He's seen her lips stained with what he believed to be strawberry jam before though... Yet he doesn't want to believe the possibility. Even though many factors pointed to it being possible. The undeniable, inescapable guilt that he could sense inside her, the way everyone chosen to go to the promised land goes through her first. He doesn't want to believe it, and yet hasn't he done things just as bad? And that's if she's doing it... willingly.

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pedroschka · 1 year

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Bread in the oven

Joseph Quinn x reader

Summary: you feed them, you love them, and watch them grow...just ignore the eating part

A/n: @ghostinthebackofyourheadd you know I just had to...got a bit carried away as well. so enjoy your second early Christmas present from me haha. fluff

Countertop covered with flour you begin kneading the dough while humming to the music playing from your phone beside you. Fully emerged in your own meditative state, enjoying the peace and carefree feeling the whole baking process is bringing you. Just feeling the individual ingredients melting together in between your fingers and creating a whole new product, creating your own magic. You discovered baking as your little haven of peace a few years ago and since then regularly find yourself trying new recipes or just baking your comfort food all over again, for the benefit of your boyfriend and colleagues who all too often got a taste of it.

Arms embracing you from behind startled you, not noticing when your boyfriend came home. Turning your head a bit and giving him a little kiss, holding up your flour-covered hands to signal him that this is all he's gonna get at the moment.

"any special occasion or did you just feel like baking bread again?" Joe mumbled into your shoulder as he watched your hands work.

"I promised my colleagues a bread breakfast tomorrow and I kinda forgot about it so now it turned into a little late-night baking session"

You formed the dough into the right form to put it in the oven, watching it rise up. There's something so rewarding when creating something yourself and enjoying it afterward.

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You're anxiously nibbling on your fingernails while your other hand is holding the phone to your ear, hoping to still catch Joe when he's home. After a few more seconds he finally answered

"babe..." you whined

"no worries I'm already on my way" he interrupts you with a chuckle "wouldn't be the first time that I'm driving with a loaf of bread in my back seat"

You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, some people would forget their keys or wallet but no...not you, you forget your bread and your boyfriend has to bring it to your workplace because you couldn't handle disappointing your colleagues after you promised them breakfast like now. The first time this happened you were so embarrassed, of course, it has to happen in the early stages of your relationship, showing him what he got himself into and giving him a chance to run but instead, he came running into your little office like it's a life-death situation with your precious loaf of bread in his arms, wrapped up in a kitchen towel, cradling it like a baby.

Just the sight of him supporting instead of ridiculing your passion for your hobby was the moment you really fell in love with Joe. Him showing interest in what you are doing and wanting to try it himself, surprising you with his first self-made garlic bread when you came home one day, or helping you feed the sourdough starters stacked up in the fridge, even if he didn't have much of a choice the first time

"Could you feed Eddie today, I was so rushed this morning and totally forgot him"

"who?"

" Joe! How can you forget the name of one of our babies? I mean the jar of sourdough in our fridge of course, Eddie has the green sticker "

"I...Why do you have to call him Eddie, I can't take him seriously now"

" it's not your Eddie, I named him after Eddie Redmayne"

He lets out a fake shocked gasp on the other line but you could hear him opening the door of the fridge anyway and you talked him through the process of how to "feed" the dough.

After that he makes it to his daily routine to look after it, giving you a side eye every time and muttering "well someone has to keep Eddie alive"

It was one of these days when you watch Joe feed dough-Eddie, as you nervously wrung your Fingers together, feeling still a bit lightheaded.

"We have a new family member"

"what's its name this time"

"Joe Jr., Well for now"

"Why, you don't like the name?" Joe mockingly asked but still hadn't taken his eyes from his task so he couldn't see your growing smile

"I do but maybe it won't suit them, we will have to see in a few months"

"gotta make more room in the fridge then.."

"it's not gonna be in the fridge"

Finally turning his head to you, mouth already opening to ask another question but his eyes trailed down to your hands where you're holding three pregnancy tests, all positive

"We have another bread in the oven Joe"

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn blurb #joe quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfiction #joe quinn fanfic #ITS BREAD

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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Title: Scientist (M) | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ |

Genre: Scientist! Namjoon, Head Scientist! Reader, strangers to lovers! au, enemies to lovers! au (one sided), serious Namjoon, carefree reader, fluff, angst, comedy, and smut

Summary: Namjoon graduated with top marks and was the top student in his chemistry department in college. His dreams came true when he got accepted to the best bio-chem company in Korea. Everything was perfect until he met her. Her office was unprofessional and annoying in his opinion, who has beakers with hearts on them and who wears pink to the office? The company wants to open up to the younger generation to show how fun science is and they put Y/N as the person in charge of it. She asks Namjoon for help on a station and he agrees only because she was in charge but as he helped her, he realizes that there’s more to Y/N. Even the genius can be less serious at times.

Warnings: Struggles with autism, bullying, depression, insecurities, sexual tension, fluff, angst, and sex scene

Authors note: Happy birthday Namjoon!!!! 💜💜

Being different wasn’t always fun. All those stories that talk about being different and how it always ended with a happy ending was far from the truth. Her parents always told her she was different but as she became older she thought she was too different for this world. For starters, she was adopted.

She had no memory of her real parents but her adoptive parents told her that they just weren’t ready for a child. It wasn’t until Y/N was fifteen that she learned that her parents did drugs and wanted nothing to do with her. Although she was a child, she understood why her parents didn’t want her. People can be selfish and sometimes selfishness leads them down a path of self destruction. A path she wanted nothing to do with. It didn’t hurt as much because she was happy with her life now. And the second reason and probably the main reason why she was so different, she had autism.

From a young age, she was always praised by teachers for how smart she was and she never had a problem with socializing. It wasn’t until her teacher in the third grade asked her about emotions that they started to notice something was different. Since she was a girl, it was harder to see if she had autism or not. Making her a test subject to the doctors and teachers. It took years of them observing her to come up with the right diagnosis. She barely told anyone that she had autism because she didn’t want pity, she just wanted to be treated like a regular person. Y/N loved herself but there were times where she thought she was too different and this is one of those times...

Y/N watched an angry Kim Namjoon leave her office and she sighed to herself. She sat back in her seat as her best friend, Kim Seokjin, looked at her with a comforting smile, “You're okay?”

She pouted and shook her head, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No but I think it was the tone you had…”

She tilted her head and gave him a confused look, “Tone? I just talked the way I always talk.”

“I think that’s why he’s always annoyed with you. You're very carefree and fun about things. Which I think is good, especially being in this business because everyone is too serious. I mean there are times that you can be too blunt but eh. ”

“Maybe he’s just hungry? I get mean when I’m hungry.“

“Y/N, that’s different-”

Y/N stood up from her desk and clapped her hands, “Speaking of lunch, we should go. Oh, Jin you were talking…sorry.”

He gave her a small smile and shook his head and leaned off the wall, “It’s fine. Namjoon is just a hard book to understand. I’ve been working with him for four years and I still don’t understand him, so don’t worry. We should go for lunch, what do you want?”

She tilted her head and placed her finger against her lips as she was thinking. Her eyes widened and she clapped her hands, “Pancakes!”

“Pancakes? Alright, sounds good to me.”

Y/N and Jin have been friends since freshman year in college and that was around ten years ago. Now being in their early thirties, they both secured a job at the best bio-chem company in Korea, Krypton Inc. She was hired to be a director under the social department but she also had authorization

towards the other departments to approve things (mostly the labs as that is what she worked with). Jin became her assistant and everything was easy until Namjoon showed up four years ago.

The moment he met her, she kinda figured he didn’t like her but she couldn’t figure out why. She barely talked to him and the only time she did was when she was giving suggestions on making things more appealing to everyone, not just adults. He obviously didn’t like this idea and would get mad at her, telling her to grow up. She just wanted kids to like science because it made her feel like a real person instead of being the girl with autism. She wanted everyone to feel welcomed by it regardless of age and she wished he saw it that way. He also got annoyed when she noticed a mistake in the sampling reports or any reports that he did. He wasn’t used to someone pointing out his flaws.

Jin and Y/N walked out of her office talking amongst each other while Namjoon watched on the second level with an annoyed look. He let out a frustrated sigh and Min Yoongi shook his head at his friend, “You know, you could always listen to her. She could have good suggestions.”

“Don’t be on her side, she already has Jin.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm over his broad shoulders, “Listen, you don’t make shit easy especially when you walk out of her office. Try listening, maybe that's why you're single too.”

“Shut up.”

The two men moved towards Namjoon’s office as he tossed his folder on the table out of frustration. He sat in his black computer chair with an angry look as Yoongi sat across from him with a nonchalant face, “That whole meeting she kept pointing out the mistakes in the numbers but she couldn’t care less. She always says fix it or try your best to fix it without telling me what exactly she wants me to fix.”

“Namjoon, you're the head of inventory and sampling. You showed her the sampling document, she probably thought you would get what she wanted fixed.”

Namjoon sighed and shook his head at his friend. He picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee, “It would be nice if she said what she wanted.”

“The last time she did it, you got insulted that she had to tell you to look at the inventory again because you missed some things. You said she was basically calling you stupid.”

He huffed at Yoongi and set the mug back down and crossed his arms over his chest, “I was just in a bad mood. This is different, this is about sampling.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and glanced down at his watch and shook his head, “As soon as she pointed it out, you knew the mistake. I have to go, my samples are done. Please, don’t fight with Y/N again.”

“We’ll see.”

That incident happened a year ago and nothing changed between the two. The annoyance that Namjoon felt towards the women had only increased in the past year. She didn’t really understand why and she tried her best to move forward with a smile but it bothered her. Every time she opened her mouth she felt the daggers into her soul from his dark brown eyes. It was as if everything she said was wrong and it was just foolish for her to even say it in the first place. It made her feel like she was in school again. Even though she was never bullied, there were times people did question her opinion because she had autism. It didn’t feel good at all. Especially when you were thirty-three.

Jin told her to ignore him but she couldn’t and she didn’t know why, well she knew why. He was smart, something he made clear to everyone but she admired how confident he was with his intelligence. It also didn’t help that he was handsome. His dimpled smile and dark brown eyes just always called to her even though he hated her for whatever reason.

She walked into the lobby and she gave everyone that passed her a small smile and it only grew when she saw Jin waving at her. She quickly made her way to the cafe and gave him a hug that made the older man chuckle. He hugged her back and handed her a small bag, “I got you a muffin because I know you didn’t eat anything.”

She shook her head at this but still took the small brown bag out of his hand, “ Jokes on you I did eat this morning.”

“Oh? Was it because your mom visited you?”

She rolled her eyes and took a bite out of the muffin and nodded her head, “Yes but I ate this morning so...”

The two walked out of the cafe and her eyes landed on Namjoon who was sitting in the lobby with Yoongi. She stopped walking and looked at him with a small smile making Jin scoff at the sight before him. It was only recently that she told him that she had a crush on the ill-mannered scientist. He didn’t understand why she liked him but if she did then he couldn’t really change her mind. He pushed her towards the elevator as Y/N continued to look at Namjoon, “Stop staring at him. It’s creepy.”

She quickly looked at him and then back to the elevator with a frown, “Oh, sorry. He just looked really handsome today.”

Jin rolled his eyes at her and crossed his arms over his chest as the silver doors closed before them. He glanced down at her to see her chewing away at the muffin, “Well let's hope that his handsome face can make the meeting go well today.”

She swallowed a piece of the muffin and glanced up at Jin with a raised eyebrow, “We have a meeting today with him? I thought that was tomorrow?”

“Namjoon wanted it this morning, I’m not sure why. It's about some samples but knowing Namjoon it's going to end up with him leaving the office with a tantrum.”

“Don’t say that about him...he’s just passionate when it comes to his work. Oh did Jungkook ever text you back about dinner tonight?”

Jin nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah...apparently he invited some of his friends from college. Is that okay with you?”

“I miss Kookie...I mean I already know Jimin, Tae, and Hobi. They're all fun to be around so, knowing Jungkook, these new friends must be nice.”

“He changed the location so I’ll just drive you there after work. It’s at this popular bar.”

The elevator doors opened and the two walked towards Y/N’s bright colored office. Since the first day she came to Krypton, she wanted her office to be different and a reflection of herself. She loved bright colors as.white and tan colors made her bored. The sheer amount of art on her walls made it look like a preschool bulletin board. At first, Jin thought the room was an eye sore but then he began to see how well she worked in it, so he just ignored it. It wasn’t until his own office started to have art pop up on his walls that he realized that he needed to stop Y/N from being an influence on him.

She opened the door and tossed the small brown bag into her trash as she made her way to her desk. She plopped into her plush office chair and sighed, “Do you actually think Namjoon is going to have a tantrum?”

Jin glanced at her to see that she had fear in her eyes as she looked at her desk. He sighed and sat in the guest chair in front of her desk as Y/N continued to look at her desk, “If it happens then...we can go to the cafe to get cake or something?”

Her eyes widened at this and looked at Jin with a wide grin, “I would love that. Speaking of cake, I made this strawberry cake with my mom yesterday. It was a different sponge texture than her normal cake but it was really good. It had whip cream...”

Downstairs in the lobby, Namjoon took a sip of his coffee as Yoongi sat across from him with his own drink. Yoongi was already annoyed because he saw that Namjoon had a meeting with Y/N. Annoyed with Namjoon not with Y/N. Yoongi was friends with the higher up and he didn’t understand why his best friend disliked her. She was kind and a hard worker (sometimes getting too consumed with work but he admired her for that). He could already tell that Namjoon was annoyed with the way he was drinking his coffee. He sighed at this and set his cup on the table with a raised eyebrow, “So...meeting with Y/N...”

Namjoon scoffed at this and set his coffee next to Yoongi’s cup, “I don’t understand why it has to be her. I could easily see Mina over her.”

Y/N’s your boss dumbass and Mina works in another department, “Mina works with the medical department. Listen, Y/N isn’t even that bad.”

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways, I have to get going so I can get this meeting done with.”

Yoongi nodded his head and held back his eyes, rolling, “See you at lunch.”

“Yup.”

Yoongi watched Namjoon leave the lobby and shook his head at his friend. He loved Namjoon, he really did but damn did he annoy him. Namjoon walked through the halls and his eyes landed on one of the cafe workers, Ha Sooyoung. Sooyoung was the same age as Namjoon and went to the same college as him (having a few classes with her). He never talked to her but it was because he had a crush on her. She was the campus sweetheart and was known for her beauty. She dated a lot of guys but none of them lasted for long, the longest relationship she had was with his friend Jimin and that was only for a year. Now that he was thirty-four, you would think he could talk to her.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the cafe. The moment his foot hit the white tile floor, he turned around and went into the elevator. What the hell was he going to say to her? She probably doesn’t even know his name and why would she? He walked inside the elevator with a disappointed look and a gray cloud was hovering over him. It felt like it was pouring rain onto him with thunder striking his head. His disappointed look made others move away from him, it was too early to be upset.

He made his way through the hall of his enemy and knocked on her door. The door was opened by Jin who was already glaring at him, “Right on time. Come in.”

If Jin wasn't higher up within the company, he would’ve rolled his eyes. He walked in with his shoulders slumped and sat in the bright chair with annoyance. Y/n gave him a small smile and glanced at the papers in front of her, “Thank you for coming in for the meeting, I hope your morning has been well.”

“It has.” Just lie to her, it's okay.

She nodded her head and flipped through the paper before looking at Namjoon, “In section three, 2A, there are two of the same samples. Is that on purpose or a mistake?”

Jin closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh because he knew this was going to set Namjoon off. And he was right, “On purpose? Mrs. L/N, are you suggesting that I tried to sabotage the lab?” Does she think I’m an idiot?

She blinked her eyes at him and looked back at the papers, “Was it on purpose for inventory? Letting them know there’s two. If it's a mistake, it can be easily fixed and resubmitted.”

Namjoon wanted to scoff so bad at her but he needed this job, “Inventory asked me to repeat the sample if there were two in this go around. They wanted to see if it would make things more efficient.”

She nodded her head and flipped through the rest of the paper and looked back at Namjoon with furrowed eyebrows, “Isn’t it early for the samples to be submitted? It's barely monday and it usually happens on Wednesdays.”

“They requested it earlier.”

She nodded her head and signed away to approve the sampling. She looked at Namjoon and one of the many things that annoyed him was, she never looked him in the eye. She would usually gaze at his nose or hair, never his eyes. This annoyed him. It showed that she had no respect towards him and if she wasn’t going to show him respect then why should he reciprocate it. He took (snatched) the papers away and stood up, walking away without saying goodbye to her or Jin.

She looked at Jin and nodded her head, “I think that went well. He didn’t seem angry.”

Jin shook his head and closed the door before looking at Y/N, “Y/N he was getting irritated with you.”

She pouted at this and looked at him with confusion, “He seemed calm...why was he getting mad?”

“Nothing...Did you send the email to Kirsten?”

“Oh, I did that yesterday. I actually have a meeting with her later today which is why I was shocked to see Namjoon today. I also already sent Jason the samples he needed.”

Jin sat in the chair and looked at Y/N with a frown, “You need to stop doing my job.”

“I’m sorry, I was on a roll.”

Namjoon walked into the lab and slammed the door, making his coworker, Bae Joohyun, jump in her seat. Namjoon made his way to his desk and tossed the papers on the desk. Joohyun looked at him with a raised eyebrow and stepped away from her computer to walk towards his desk. She leaned against his desk with her arms crossed, “Was that necessary?”

“No but I needed to do it.”

“So, what happened?”

“I just had a meeting with Y/N.”

Joohyun rolled her eyes and walked back to her desk with annoyance in her step. She sat at her desk taking a sip of her coffee, “Y/N, isn’t bad. Why do we have the same conversation almost everyday?”

“Because she does shit to irritate me.”

She rolled her eyes and opened a document ignoring the glare from Namjoon, “Do you think you're so important that Y/N would single you out? No offense Namjoon but come on, she’s just doing her job first of all.”

Namjoon sighed at this and fixed the papers that he tossed on to his desk. He looked up at Joohyun who was typing away on her computer, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m sorry Joohyun. I don’t want you to be angry with me.”

She stopped typing and looked at Namjoon with a blank expression, “Fine. Did you talk to Sooyoung?”

“No, but tomorrow I will!”

She rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “We’ll see about that.”

The rest of the day was normal. Y/N and Jin went to meetings while Namjoon and Joohyun went through samples and typed up reports. Y/N was putting things away to clock out, when there was a knock at her door causing her to jump. She turned around to see Mr. Lee gave her a small smile, “I’m sorry for scaring you, Y/N.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “It’s okay, Mr. Lee. D-Do you need something?”

“I couldn’t send an email because my computer was updating but I wanted to let you know that tomorrow I want to meet with you. Don’t worry, it's not bad. I actually think you’ll like this new project.”

Her ears peaked up at this and tilted her head, “Project?”

“Yes project. It matches you perfectly but I’ll tell you more tomorrow. Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too, Mr. Lee!”

She watched him leave and stared at the spot he was standing in with a confused look. She looked back down at her bag and then back at the spot, “Project? I wonder what that could be about.”

She went back to putting things away when she heard her name out the doorway causing her to jump again. She looked to see Jin looking at her with a raised eyebrow, “You alright?”

“I’m okay. You scared me, do you have everything ready to go?”

“Yeah, are you ready?”

“Just about. I just have to put these papers away and then we can go.”

Jin nodded his head and looked around him before coming in with a small smirk, “I saw Mr. Lee... what happened?”

“Oh, he told me about this project he wants to discuss with me tomorrow.”

His eyes widened and gasped causing Y/N to look at him with a raised eyebrow, “A project!? Y/N, Mr. Lee never hands out projects himself, this is big.”

“I’m sure it's just a powerpoint. Nothing special, anyways...you ready to go?”

Jin shook his head and walked up to her to grab her arms to shake her, “How can you be so calm about this!? Mr. Lee, the CEO asked you himself to do a project! That’s so big, Y/N!”

Y/N bit her lip and looked at Jin, “Maybe I read it wrong...Let’s get going because I need to change out of this suit. It’s hot.”

Jin let her go and nodded his head, “Do you want to put your bike in my trunk or on top?”

“Trunk. It's easier.”

The two of them walked out of her office and within the hall were Namjoon and Yoongi. Namjoon glanced up and rolled his eyes, making Yoongi sigh, “She’s just leaving for the day. Why are you so hateful?”

“She’s always with Jin. Ever since I started working here, she always goes to him or they leave together in the same car. I get that he's her assistant but why is he with her all the time?”

Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this and gave him a small smirk, “It sounds like you're jealous, Joon.”

Namjoon scoffed at this and crossed his arms, “Why would I be jealous? I have no reason to be jealous.”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Y/N is very beautiful and she's kind...”

Namjoon pushed his shoulder which caused Yoongi to let out a small laugh, “She isn’t Sooyoung.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at this, “You're still going after her? She isn’t good for you, Namjoon. The only thing she likes doing is breaking hearts or making others' lives horrible.”

“Those are just rumors. That was in college and now we're adults, she could’ve changed.”

“Listen, I’ve heard people talk in this building about what she’s done. Just make sure you're smart with this.”

Y/N walked into her apartment with Jin behind her holding her bike. He set the bike down near her door and cracked a smile, “Y/N, can I change in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, I’m going to change too. Just grab a drink or get food from the fridge.”

“Thanks!”

Y/N smiled and walked into her bedroom, closing the door and locking it. She took her hair out of her tight bun and grabbed her brush to pass through her locks a few times. She unbuttoned her shirt and tossed her blazer and slacks on her bed before walking to her closest in her lace lingerie. She opened it and looked at all her clothes, Jin said it was a bar so she wanted to dress for the occasion. Her eyes landed on a navy blue velvet mini dress that had rhinestone chains dangling down from the sweetheart neckline. She smiled at this and grabbed the straps off of the hanger. She placed the dress on her body and walked to her mirror to look at her body. She slipped on a strappy pair of heels matching the dress she had laying next to the mirror. She smiled at how she looked and went to put her hair in a neat low ponytail. She decided to keep her make-up the same and grabbed her black cropped leather jacket to complete the look.

She walked into her living room to see Jin sitting on her couch in a simple black shirt and jeans eating an ice cream sandwich. He glanced up and did a double take at her with his eyes wide. He looked her up and down and she turned around for him with a smile, “Do you like it?”

“Are you trying to get Jimin to drool?”

“No, I just wanted to look good for once. Does it not look good?”

Jin stood up and crumbled the paper, “Y/N, if I wasn’t your best friend I would hit on you.”

“Is that good?”

“Oh, it's good. Let’s go, Jungkook texted me and he kept saying how much he missed you.”

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Really? That’s nice of him. Let’s hurry, I’m excited to see everyone.”

He smiled when he saw her flapping her wrists in excitement. Every time she did this, he honestly thought it was cute. She finally got comfortable enough with him to allow him to see her stimming and it made him feel like their friendship was closer because of it knowing she didn’t have to mask around him. He took his keys out of his pocket and looked at Y/N with a wink, “Let’s get going!~”

Namjoon sat back down at the booth with the others and sighed to himself, “There was a guy smoking in the stall. This is a no smoking bar.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and took a sip of his vodka, “Dude, no one follows the rules. As long as they don’t bother you then it's fine.”

Yoongi let out a small chuckle as Namjoon glared at him, “Loosen up a bit.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and picked up his whiskey and looked at Jungkook with a confused look, “Where are your friends?”

Jungkook put his cup down and looked at him, “He texted me that they were pulling in the parking lot- Ah, there they are.”

Namjoon turned his head to see where Jungkook was looking and his eyes widened. Y/N gave Jungkook a wave and he didn’t even notice the younger man leaving the table. He watched Y/N give him a hug with his mouth open. The dress hugged her body perfectly and she looked perfect with her simple hairstyle and make-up. She was walking differently than she did at work, she walked with an air of confidence instead of her usual carefree nature. He felt a nudge to his side and he quickly shook his head to see Yoongi giving him a small smirk, “Close your mouth.”

“Shut up, why didn’t you tell me that she was coming? How does she even know Jungkook?”

Yoongi glanced at Y/N and Jin and then back at Namjoon, “Jin was Jungkook’s tutor in college. Don’t you remember Jungkook was failing Literature. Jin was his tutor and then he met Y/N through Jin.”

Namjoon glanced at the rest of the table to see them leaving to greet Y/N and Jin, “I’m assuming they know her too then...”

“Ohh, yeah. Jimin and Taehyung hit on her all the time but I don’t think she picks up on it.”

“They flirt with her...” He glanced at Y/N walking towards the table laughing at what Hoseok said to her. She turned her head and her eyes widened when she saw Namjoon and Yoongi sitting at the table. She waved at them and gave them a small smile, “Hello~.”

Namjoon felt a sudden heat going through his body and he harshly swallowed his spit looking away from her smile, “H-Hey.”

Yoongi smirked and looked back at Y/N with his own smile, “Hey, Y/N, Jin. It's unlike you to be late.”

“Oh, I just wanted to freshen up before heading here with Jin. I actually wanted to bring some cookies or even bread but Jin told me not to do that because we were going to a bar.”

Yoongi nodded his head and slid out of the booth leaving Namjoon alone staring at her with a confused look. He watched his close friend giving his enemy (?) a hug and then smiling at each other leaving him to be confused. When did they get close?

She let everyone slide into the booth while her and Jin waited their turns. Jin put his arm around her waist helping into the booth and he watched with annoyance. When she finally got sorted out, she was sitting in front of Namjoon with Jin and Jimin on either side of her. He watched Jin lean down to whisper something in her ear and then her doing the same. He never thought he would feel this annoyed towards anyone but here he is. Glaring at the older man as he got up from the table going to the bar.

Y/N leaned forward and tapped Jungkook’s tattooed hand. Making the younger man look at her with his wide doe eyes, “Yes, noona?”

“Jin told me you missed me. That’s very sweet of you, I miss you as well, Kookie.”

He watched his friend's face turn into a bright shade of red and him trying not to spit out his drink from the shock, “He-he told you that!? I-I mean I missed you but I didn’t think he was going to say anything to you.”

She tilted her head at him and then looked at Jimin with a confused look, “Was I not supposed to say something?”

“No, no, it's fine. Kookie just feels shy whenever you're near.”

“Shy? Why? Did I do something to make him feel uncomfortable with me?”

Jungkook shook his head and brought his hands up waving them at her, “No! You never made me uncomfortable! I just like being around you...”

Great, another one likes her. How annoying. Namjoon picked up his drink and gulped down the liquid, making his throat feel warm from the sudden alcohol. He slammed the glass down to the table and this caused Y/N to jump at the sound. She furrowed her eyebrows at him and gave him a worried look, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

The rest of the table felt the annoyance in his voice but Y/N just nodded her head happily. Before anyone could say anything Jin came back with two drinks in his hand. He sat down handing Y/N her drink as she gave him a smile. Jin looked around the table and his eyes landed on Namjoon and he had to stop his eyes from rolling. They were at a bar and even now he was tense, did he have a fun bone in his body? He looked at Hoseok with a smile, “How's the dance studio?”

As the night passed, everyone was talking to each other well, everyone but Namjoon. He kept staring at Jimin “talking” to Y/N through the night and it only made him more annoyed at her reactions. She kept laughing at his jokes or smiling, how could she not see what he was doing? Yoongi kept trying to make conversation with Namjoon but failed. He just felt too annoyed to say anything and he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t sure if he was annoyed towards Y/N or Jimin but he was annoyed. It didn’t help that she looked the way she did tonight. He hated to admit it but Y/N looked really sexy and in such an effortless fashion. He was so used to seeing her in her suit that it never clicked that she was sexy. Sure she was beautiful and smart but sexy? That was something he wasn’t expecting.

She was also talking to everyone without that tone she always had within meetings. To be fair, Namjoon never had a conversation with her outside of a meeting so, he never saw her talking like this before. It was as if she was a different person. He also didn’t know anything about her besides that she was his boss. Y/N and Hoseok went on the dancefloor and he showed her some moves and she tried her best to replicate them. He honestly thought she looked cute. He softly smiled at this and a loud gasp caused him to turn his head to see Jimin and Taehyung looking at him with wide eyes.

“You're smiling! We haven’t seen you smile in forever Joon!”

“I wasn’t smiling...shut up.”

Taehyung followed his gaze and when he looked back at him, he had a smirk, “Y/N is cute isn’t she?”

Jin made his way back to the table and looked at everyone with a raised eyebrow, “What’s going on?”

“Hyung, Namjoon was smiling at Y/N.”

Jungkook looked at Jin with pure innocence while Jin looked at Namjoon with a heated gaze. Why was he smiling at Y/N all of a sudden? He was mean to her at work and now he's acting like nothing happened, that pissed him off but he didn’t say anything. He nodded his head and took a sip of his drink ignoring the look on Namjoon’s face. He knew that Y/N liked him and he wasn’t going to ruin whatever this was. He still didn’t like him.

Y/N and Hoseok made their way back to the table with wide smiles, “That was so much fun! We should all dance together! Everyone was moving side to side, I loved it!” Y/N looked at the table and her smile slowly dropped when she saw Jin’s irritated look , “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Don’t worry about it Y/N.”

She sat next to Jin who glanced down at her with a smile, “Jinnie, I’m ready to go home~.”

“Okay, Y/N. I just finished my drink-” Jin slid out of the booth and gave everyone a smile as Y/N did the same. She gave everyone a small wave as Jin wiped his hands on his jeans, “See you guys later. Namjoon, Yoongi, see you tomorrow at work.”

Y/N nodded her head at this, “Bye, bye.”

“Neh, noona, make sure you text us when you get home!”

“I will, don’t worry, bye.”

Namjoon watched the two walk out of the bar and he let out a deep sigh. A sigh that he was holding in for god knows how long. He closed his eyes for a minute and when he opened them everyone was looking at him with knowing looks, “What?”

“Nothing...nothing at all.”

Y/N walked into the big office and she couldn’t help but look around with awe. She hasn’t been in this office since she got hired and it was amazing how much a place can change. She sat down in the chair as Mr. Lee gave her a gentle smile, “Good morning, thank you for seeing me.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Lee.”

She looked down at her feet and then back at him to see him pulling out a folder from his desk. He placed it on the dark wood and gave her a small nod, “I got in contact with an elementary school recently and they want to encourage kids to get into stem. I thought you were the perfect candidate because of your personality and with how well you work with others. I also thought this would mean more coming from you because you have autism, encouraging the youth that you can do it no matter what.”

She nodded her head at this and looked at the papers, “You think I can do this? I-I’m not the best at presenting or-”

“You were the only person that came to mind for this. I admire you because you always go the extra mile regardless of being autsic. Your work shows your passion and how much science means to you. That’s why I picked you, Y/N.”

She glanced at him and then back at the papers with a flushed face, “Really sir?”

He nodded his head and gently pushed the papers towards her, “Anyone would want the pleasure to work with you, Y/N.”

Namjoon slammed his head against the table causing Joohyun to look at him with a raised eyebrow, “What's wrong now?”

“Y/N asked me to go through the sample again.”

“Okay? That's your job.”

He huffed at this and shook his head at this, “She wants me to go through the samples and then send them over to Mina. Apparently it's for a vaccine.”

Joohyun pressed enter and rolled out of her desk to go towards the filing cabinet. She glanced over her shoulders and let out a small laugh, “Shouldn’t you feel special then? I’m usually the one that does that but she has you doing it.”

He rolled his eyes and finished his coffee. He tossed it in the trash and cracked his neck, “I’ll do it after lunch. I’m going to talk to her.”

Joohyun turned to him as she held papers in her hand and looked at him with a heated glare, “Lunch!? It's only eleven.”

He quickly got out of his seat and went to his knees begging her, “Please, please let me go. I have the confidence today to do it and it's never going to happen again!”

She scowled at him and kicked her foot when he tried kissing it, “Fine, you can go. Are you sure you want to try with Sooyoung? I heard a lot about her.”

“Yes I’m sure. I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“You fucking better, now go before I change my mind.”

Namjoon stood up from the ground and quickly made his way out of the lab leaving Joohyun watching him. She shook her head and placed the papers on her desk, “All this for a girl...”

Namjoon quickly went through the hall and he didn’t even bother waiting for the elevator. He made his way down the stairs as fast as he could, making others look at him weirdly. He stood at the entrance of the cafe and saw Sooyoung taking someone's order. He took a deep breath and wiped his hands on his pants before making his way into the cafe. He was next in line and he was trying to come up with a script in his head but nothing came up. He heard her soft voice say next and it snapped him out of his thoughts. She looked up and looked at him with a small smile, “Hey, Namjoon.”

His eyes widened at this and his eyes could’ve popped out of his skull, “You know my name?”

She pushed back her light brown hair and her dark brown eyes shined under the cafe lights as her pale pink lips formed into a smile, “Of course I remember your name. Why would I forget?”

He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, “No reason...Ummm, can I have a small black coffee, please?”

“Of course you can.”

She typed away on the register and he looked away feeling shy all of a sudden. He was shocked that she knew his name because why would she know? They have never talked nor have they interacted with each other, why did she know his name? Maybe Jimin talked about him to her and she just remembered. That was the story he was going with. She handed him his receipt and coffee with a little smirk, “Make sure you look at your receipt.”

He nodded his head and watched her walk into the back with a dreamy look. He slowly walked away and glanced down at the receipt and he would’ve dropped the coffee if it wasn’t for Joohyun. Sooyoung wrote her number on the piece of paper and his heart was beating so fast at the digits. What he didn’t know was that Jin saw the whole thing. Jin was annoyed because just yesterday Sooyoung tried hitting on him and even tried giving him extra treats. He couldn’t be annoyed towards Namjoon because he can do whatever he wants. He couldn’t let Y/N know about this...he just couldn’t.

Namjoon walked back to his office in a dream-like state but was pulled out of it with a voice he came to know all too well. When he turned around he was expecting himself to feel annoyed but here he was happy? He looked at her up and down and remembered how she looked last night. How she was confident and talked to everyone with ease and how could he forget that dress on her. He felt his whole body go warm at her soft smile and he wanted to push his head through the wall. What the hell was happening to him?

“Namjoon? Are you okay?”

He nodded his head at her and looked down at her to see her giving him that same smile she gave to Jimin yesterday, “Ye-yeah. What did you say?”

“I wanted to know if you could help me with a project?”

His face twisted into confusion and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, “Project?”

“It's a project about encouraging kids to like science more...I told Mr. Lee that I wanted you to help me because you're the best person within the labs.”

“Yo-you think that?”

She nodded her head at this and gave him a “no shit” look, “Namjoon, you finish so many reports during the day and not to mention the samples you get done are great. Even Mina said so. I also wanted you to be on this team with me because you're a hard worker and I know how much you love science. I thought if kids saw that then they could get excited about science. Especially if the scientist is handsome.”

Namjoon felt like someone picked him up and body slammed him onto the floor when he heard this. His mouth dropped and he looked at her with shock while she looked at him with a blank expression, “Hand-handsome?”

“Yeah, if you don’t want to, then I can ask Joohyun. I get if-”

“No, I’ll do it.”

She smiled at him and nodded his head, “Okay, thank you Namjoon. We’ll have a meeting on Monday about it. Thank you~.”

Before he said anything, he watched her walk off to her office. He shook his head trying to figure out what just happened to him. He looked down at the receipt and didn’t feel the same way he felt when he saw Y/N coming towards him. He shook his head and turned around to walk back to his office. I’m only helping her because she's my boss, that's it. He walked in and Joohyun looked up and smiled when she saw the coffee, “Ah, you got my coffee. Thank you.”

“Yeah....”

He handed her the coffee and sat at his desk with a confused look. Joohyun looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she took a sip of her coffee, “Are you okay?”

“Thinking about something that I shouldn’t...” Y/n is kinda hot in a suit...

Y/N sat at her desk and looked up when Jin walked in with a bento box. She smiled when he handed it to her, “Thank you Jinnie.”

“Yeah no problem. There's spinach in there because you recently said you liked it.”

She clapped her hands and opened the top with excitement, “Ah, I saw Mr. Lee.”

“That’s nice...” Jin sat down with his own bento but then stopped when he processed her words. He looked up with wide eyes with a wide grin, “Wait! What happened!”

She let out a small laugh and wiped her mouth with a napkin, “We're on a project to encourage kids to like science.”

“Y/N that's great!”

“I asked Namjoon to help me and he agreed to it. I’m super excited.”

Jin’s face dropped and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Wait Namjoon is working with us?”

“Yeah, I told him I wanted him to help me and he agreed. Maybe I could get to know him more...”

Jin nodded his head at this and opened his bento. Before he took a bite of food he looked at Y/N who was already eating and gave her a serious look, “Y/N, just be careful around him. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She swallowed the rice and tilted her head at Jin, “Jinnie, everything will be fine. Even though I’ve worked with Namjoon for years, I’m still a stranger to him and I want to change that. Isn’t that good?”

“It’s good but just be careful.”

“I will, don’t worry.~”

Y/N sat in the music room and played a sad melody that played through the house. Her parents stood by the door watching their daughter play the melody with worry. Y/N didn’t say anything to her parents nor did she say her hellos to their cat like she did everyday, today was different. Her fingers went across the ivory keys as she closed her eyes playing the random melody that came to her mind. The melody was beautiful but it was sad...it sounded empty as if it needed another person to finish it off but alas she will never have a partner to finish the piece.

She stopped on the last note and looked up at the ceiling with a frown as a single tear came down her face. She always wondered why her teachers looked at her with sadness? She also wondered why she had to leave her class so early while the others got to stay. Why was she so different? She looked back at the keys and started to play another melody, a melody that sounded even more empty than the previous one. Maybe the notes could comfort her at this moment...

Y/N smiled at Jin who handed her tea and she gladly took it. It was the weekend and it was rare for the both of them to have the day off. It was a sunny afternoon and everything felt peaceful. The birds chirped with the wind creating a soft song for anyone to hear and the sky was bright with no clouds to hug the cheerful sun. They sat outside a cafe and everything should’ve felt good but Y/N was the opposite. Even though the wind felt nice on her skin, there was a hidden message in the breeze. As if it was warning her about something.

She woke up that morning with a headache and not only that, she had a dream about her childhood. A sad dream. On the outside it may look like she was fine but on the inside, she was hurting. Everyday she felt the weight of the company on her shoulders and not only that the constant meetings with others. She loved working but it was starting to feel too much. Now she has the project that Mr. Lee himself gave to her, it was a whole new pressure that she has never felt before.

She twirled her spoon in the tea as Jin looked at her with a worried look. He cleared his throat and she looked up at him with a blank expression, “Y/N, is everything okay?”

She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at the cup. She looked at her reflection in the tea and saw how tired she looked. She swirled the spoon and watched her reflection before looking at the trees next to her. Jin sighed and picked up his cup as his eyes never left Y/N. She looked up to see a yellow butterfly making its way through the busy streets of Korea. She was amazed as the little insect made its way through the people, as if it was a dance. A dance that only she could see.

She quickly whipped her head when she felt a soft touch on the top of her hand. She looked up to see Jin looking at her with pure worry, “Y/N...are you okay? You can talk to me.”

She nodded her head and looked down at the table with a frown, “I don’t know...How can you keep calm at work?”

He tilted his head and looked at her with confusion, “What do you mean by that?”

“Do you ever want to run away? Never to come back to work again?”

“I think everyone has felt that once in their career and that’s okay.”

She looked at him with the same frown, “Is it?”

“Yes it is. Are you feeling that right now?”

She nodded her head and looked back down at her tea, “What if I mess up? They could fire me or I could make the kids hate science if I don’t do-”

“Y/N. Breathe.” She didn’t even realize that she was talking fast and she took a deep breath like Jin told her to do. He brought up his napkin to her forehead and wiped the sweat off, “Y/N, don’t say that about yourself. What's going on?”

“I-I don’t know I just feel like something is going to go wrong.”

“Y/N, I promised that everything will be okay. Even if some things may go wrong, I will be by your side. No matter what, okay.”

She swallowed some spit and nodded her head, “Okay…”

“Are you also nervous because of Namjoon?”

She quickly whipped her head towards him and when she met his eyes to see worry in them, she looked at the tree with sad eyes, “He doesn’t know anything about me…that could cause trouble.”

“Maybe get to know each other to feel a bit comfortable. It would make things easier.”

Y/N looked at him and then back at the tree, “Why would he want to know me though...”

Jin sighed and shook his head, “You know, you’re amazing Y/N. The first day I met you, I knew you would do incredible things.”

She glanced back at his face with a confused look, “When we met?”

“From that moment, I knew how special you were.”

It was August and it should've been sunny but it was raining. It was actually pouring making the leaves feel at their prime. Y/N watched a water droplet go down the window as the clouds continued to blot out the sun. As if it was hiding a secret from the bright ball. She turned her head away when she saw a man sitting next to her with a soft smile placed on his lips. She quickly looked away and glanced at the light wood in front of her.

“My name is Seokjin but you can call me Jin.”

“My name is...Y/N.”

He nodded his head and took his supplies while she did the same. He opened his notebook and she glanced at the paper with a focused look. She leaned forward and grabbed her pen as she started writing down something on his paper. He sat there and watched with a confused look. When she leaned away, he looked down at his paper to see what she did.

“Your equation was wrong...it wasn’t balanced.”

He glanced down at his notebook and then back at her with wide eyes, “How did you figure it out so fast? I’ve been stuck on that for a while now.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know how to explain but...I just get it. I think of it as your giving candy to people and you want everyone to be happy. No one wants to be left out.”

“I like that, thank you, Y/N.”

She smiled at this and nodded her head, “I think you're just flattering me...”

“I’m only telling the truth. Namjoon would be a fool if he didn’t want to get to know you.”

“I hope everything will go well...I don’t want to lose him...I-I really like him Jin.”

Jin swallowed his spit and nodded his head in guilt, “I-I know. Everything will be okay though.

“Thank you Jin.”

Y/N watched as Namjoon wrote away in his notebook without giving her a second glance. This wasn’t going as well as she thought it would. It's the end of the first week of them working together and so far, Namjoon only talked to her about the project. Even when she tried making casual conversation, nothing. Maybe her thoughts were right, there was no point in getting to know her. What she didn’t know is that Namjoon was holding himself back the best he could. Just last night he had a wet dream of her and coming into work was hard.

Namjoon was in the lab typing away when all of sudden the door opened. He looked up to see Y/N standing there in a light pink nightgown that had lace around her breast and nude heels. She leaned against the door and looked at Namjoon with a sultry look, “Hello Mr. Scientist.”

She slowly walked up to him as he got a full view of her legs. There were thigh high white stockings and it had pink bows on the top. Namjoon’s mouth dropped when she sat on the desk giving him a full view of her breasts. She grabbed his tie, bringing him to stand up in front of her. She pulled him towards her and her lips hovered over his lips, “I want you to fuck me.”

She pulled down her straps showing off her bare breasts and her hardened nipples. Namjoon bit his lip and leaned down kissing her neck roughly. She wrapped her fingers through his hair as she let out a loud moan. He wrapped his lips over her nipple as he grinded into her core, “Fuck, Y/N.”

He suddenly woke up and had sweat going down his face. He wiped his forehead and looked down to see that he had boner, “Fuck.”

Every time he saw Y/N, the thoughts he had were not safe for the office to say the least. He would catch himself staring at her longer and noticed how soft her voice was whenever she talked. She would take off her blazer during their meetings and her dress shirt was almost always unbuttoned from the heat. The soft skin that had never been seen before was calling to him and he hated it. Whenever her hands touched his it sent a shock through his body and he felt nervous when it happened. Usually he would talk back to her but now he stayed quiet listening to her opinions.

He added Sooyoung’s number to his phone but if he was being honest, he barely texted her since he started this project with Y/N. He would say a few words but never went in depth like how his day was going or what he had for lunch. Namjoon was too focused on Y/N and Jin, that part irritated him the most. Every time he would want to try to talk to her Jin was there talking about the project or giving Y/N papers to look over. He knew it wasn’t on purpose (that’s what he’s telling himself) but he didn’t know what to do.

Jin closed his folder and looked at Y/N with a sad look, “I have to get going early. I have to pick up my nephew from the doctors.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and tilted her head in concern, “Is Jae okay?”

“He was doing something he wasn’t supposed to do and wanted me to pick him up before he heard the yelling. I already told my brother and he said it was fine.”

She nodded her head at this and looked at Namjoon with a small smile, “I guess it's just us.”

He glanced at Jin to see him already giving him a small glare but he ignored it. He looked at Y/N and gave her a smile, something that shocked her, “I guess it's just us then...”

Jin glanced between them and slowly nodded his head, “Alright then. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, don’t work too hard.”

She nodded her head as Namjoon avoided the hard stare on the side of his head. He could’ve sworn that he felt sweat going down his neck. She waved goodbye to the older man and looked at Namjoon with a smile, “We’ve been working and I was going to share between the three of us but Jin left. I brought some cookies I made with my mom. They're just basic sugar cookies but they pair great with coffee or tea. I saw that you were a coffee person so I thought these cookies would be perfect for you.” She leaned down to take out a small container and Namjoon watched with wide eyes and he felt his face turning red. She set the container on the table and gave him a small smile, “You can have one if you want. No pressure.”

He looked at the container and then at Y/N. He nodded his head and took out a cookie. She watched with anticipation as he took a small bite out of the soft cookie. His eyes widened and looked at her as he wiped the crumbs from his mouth, “This is really good.”

“Really? That makes me happy and I feel better knowing you like something I’ve done for once.”

He choked on a piece and Y/N eyes widened at this. She took her water and pushed it towards him which he happily took from her. He took a big gulp of it and let out a cough as he looked at her, “What did you say?”

“I mean...during our meetings, you don’t really say anything and I’ve never gotten a verbal confirmation that you like something so...this is the first time I know for sure you like something I've done.”

That’s right I “hated” her, “Y/N...I’m sorry for how I acted before. I’ve been quiet because I was listening to your opinions for once instead of back talking, I guess.”

“Is that why Jin calls you a brat?”

“He called me what!?”

She tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders, “Jin called you a brat a couple of times. I don’t know what that means but yeah.”

That motherfucker, “No. Anyways, I’m sorry for my past behavior.”

“Did I really make you mad? It wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Can I show you how sorry I am?”

She tilted her head at him and raised her eyebrow, “Oh? How?”

“How about dinner?”

That’s exactly what they did. Namjoon showed her his motorized bike and she smiled at it. They discussed bikes and the different engines on the bikes. He was surprised that she rode a bike because he was expecting her to drive a nice sleek black car like everyone else. She just continues to surprise him every chance she gets. He handed her a red helmet and she looked down at it then at him, “What about you?”

“I’ll be okay, I just want to make sure you're safe.” She felt her chest tighten at this and she nodded her head excitedly as she put the helmet over her head. He let out a small laugh when saw how excited she was. He sat on the bike and looked behind to see her standing there still, “Just hold on tight.”

She looked at the buckle and then back at him, “I can’t get the helmet on.”

He nodded his head and got off of the bike swiftly. He walked up to her tilting her chin up causing her to swallow some spit out of nervousness. He clipped the buckle but he looked down to see her looking at him with soft eyes and he felt the same warmth he felt at the bar. He gave her a smile and pushed down the glass making her blink rapidly. He got back on the back and she followed him. He looked behind him and saw her hands on her thighs and took a deep breath. He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his waist. He hoped she didn’t feel the sweat on his fingertips, “Hold on tight.”

She smiled and nodded her head at this. She put her head on his back and closed her eyes at the warmth he gave. He had to stop himself from looking behind and to start the bike. They drove through the city as her grip tightened at some turns he took. She looked up to see the side of his face and she was speechless when she saw the city lights against his skin as if it was a spotlight just for her. His dark brown hair was going crazy because of the wind but it still made him look handsome. She looked back down as she nuzzled her cheek into his back feeling warm again.

When they parked, she saw a building that she had never seen before. She turned towards Namjoon with a raised eyebrow, “What is this place?”

“This is Yoongi’s brother restaurant.”

Her eyes widened and she looked at the building with a curious look, “What does he cook?”

“Japanese mostly. I hope you like it.”

“As long as there’s no grilled onions then I’ll be fine.”

He raised his eyebrow and opened the door for her, “Why?”

“They look like worms...”

They sat in the far corner as Y/N looked at the candle in front of her with wonder. Namjoon ordered water for the both of them and looked at Y/N. When he looked at her, he felt like the world stopped. The flame from the candle highlighted her face and when she looked up at him, he could’ve sworn he saw the stars twinkling in them. He cleared his throat and gave her the menu, making her smile, “What are you going to order?”

“Chicken curry. Keeping it simple.”

She nodded her head and closed it, “I’ll order the same thing. I like curry, it makes me think of my childhood.”

“Really? Did your parents make it a lot?”

“Yeah, curry is a comfort. You know, when you have bad days. It's like a warm hug.”

He nodded his head and looked down at the menu before looking at her to see her looking at the flame again, “Did you need that a lot when you were a kid? A warm hug?”

She nodded her head and her eyes never left the flame, “Especially when the feeling of being adopted or being autistic took over. It wasn’t fun growing up sometimes...”

His eyes widened and looked at her with shock, “You're adopted?”

She looked at him and tilted her head, “Yes, that’s weird. Usually people go, “You're autistic” but you didn’t.”

“It doesn’t really change the way I see you so...” It actually makes sense now...

She took a sip of her water and glanced at him between her eyelashes, “How do you see me?”

“An amazing person that keeps surprising me everyday and I like surprises.”

She felt her chest do back flips and she nodded her head, “I like surprises. Which is why I like this dinner. I was really shocked that you wanted to take me out for dinner. You should apologize more to me if I get dinner out of it.”

“Or we could just get dinner together more.”

“I would like that...I would like that a lot.”

After dinner, the two drove back to the office and even though the curry was warm, it wasn’t the cause of their chests feeling warm. When Namjoon parked his bike, he helped Y/N get off the bike and in doing so, he touched her fingertips. When he did this, he stopped moving and looked down to her. She did her best to look up at him through the glass but it was hard when it was getting foggy. He helped her take off the helmet and the two headed back in, with their hands intertwined with each other. Unknowing to them, a cafe worker saw everything.

Two weeks have passed and Y/N was the happiest she has ever been or that was what she was told by Jin. He noticed that Namjoon and her were closer and it was hard not to notice. They would have lunch and dinner together when Jin couldn’t make it. He hated to say it but they looked cute together but that didn’t mean he liked the guy. There were moments when Namjoon would just stare at her and he would kick his chair to get the meeting going or she would feel so flustered that she wouldn’t talk. It was cute and he hated it. Even Yoongi pointed out to him how different he was. In his words, “You're being nicer to everyone.”

Lately, Sooyoung was texting Namjoon more aggressively. Something he wasn’t expecting from the girl but he replied back to be polite. Again their conversations were dry and there were times that he forgot to text her back. However, he didn’t forget to text Y/N back. There wasn’t one night that he forgot to text her because reading her texts made him hear her soft voice.

Sooyoung watched Y/N enter the cafe with a heated gaze but didn’t say anything knowing she had more power over her. Y/N sat by the window obviously waiting for someone. Y/N looked down at the table with a smile sketched on her face. It wasn’t until she heard footsteps coming towards her that she glanced up to see Namjoon giving her that dimpled smile that she came to know. He sat down and rubbed his hands against his pants, “Sorry I couldn’t come down with you. I had to send an email to Mina.”

“It’s okay. I wasn’t waiting that long. Even if I had to wait longer it wouldn’t have hurt me.”

“I just hate the thought of you waiting for me.”

She shook her head and looked at him with curiosity, “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Ah, I wanted to be alone to ask you this.” Namjoon took out his phone and scrolled through until he stopped. He turned the phone to face her and the brightness of the screen gently touched her face, “It’s tickets to a pianist...I know you used to play and I thought it would be cool to see it together.”

She slowly moved her eyes to him to see that his face was red but she didn’t care about that, “You did this because I used to play?”

“Yeah...Does it bring bad memories for you?”

She shook her head and continued to look at him with shock, “I-I would love to go...I would love to go with you Namjoon.”

He smiled at this and nodded his head, “It’s after the conference. Is that okay?”

“This Thursday!?”

“Yeah...I thought you deserved a treat after working so hard.”

“Just being with you is a treat.”

Y/N glanced behind Namjoon and saw the cafe worker was glaring at her. She turned around to see that there was no one behind her but she stopped looking at her when she felt uncomfortable. Namjoon noticed the uncomfortableness and raised his eyebrow, “Is everything okay?”

“It's...it's okay. No worries.”

Later that day, Y/N stood alone in her office as she had her back towards her door. Going through the papers and folders that she needed for the conference, she didn’t notice the shadow on her back. She pulled out a paper that she needed and turned around to set it on her desk but quickly jumped when she noticed a woman standing in her office. She quickly recognized her as the cafe worker and gave her a blank expression, “Can I help you?”

The cafe worker smirked and sat down in the chair with her legs crossed, “Yes you can. Stay away from Kim Namjoon.”

Y/N dropped her paper on the desk and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, “Who are you to tell me what to do?”

“His girlfriend.”

Girlfriend... “I’m sorry what?”

The worker leaned forward, having an evil grin on her face as she let out a small laugh, “He didn’t tell you about me? That's so unlike him. We’ve been together since college, I’m shocked he didn’t tell you.”

Y/N stood there and just stared at her with a blank expression. She didn’t understand what she was feeling but whatever it was was making her feel ill, “If you were of such importance then I would think he would mention you but I have never heard him say he had a girlfriend nor from his best friend.”

The girl raised her eyebrow at this and scoffed, “You sound so sure of yourself, why are you shaking then?”

Y/N glanced down at her hands to see that indeed she was shaking but her glance went back to her, “Because there's a stranger in my office. Now get out.”

The girl shrugged her shoulders and walked out but before she left, she turned around to give her another smirk, “Just ask him about me. Just say Sooyoung. The girl that he always had a crush on. Bye.”

Y/N watched the girl leave and looked around her desk with a blankness. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for but she was looking for something. She tossed some papers off her desk and she dropped some pens as she moved everything, “Y/N?”

She looked up to see Jin looking at her with concern and she couldn’t say anything. Nothing left her lips not even a sigh as she stared at him with blankness. Not a moment later she covered her face as she let some tears come down her face. Jin didn’t say anything but he walked up to her hugging her tightly, “Shhh...it’s okay. Calm down. Everything will be alright.”

That was the thing, would everything be alright? She wasn’t sure anymore because she didn’t know what just happened to her. She started to breathe heavier and her knees were becoming weak, she was having a meltdown and she hated that it was work. She gently tapped Jin’s chest and he backed away when he saw her hardened face, a face that he’s only seen once in his life.

She walked past him at a fast pace and he was quick to follow her. She opened the lab doors to see Namjoon looking at the door with a confused face but then it change to a soft smile, “Y/N-”

“Who’s Sooyoung?”

He dropped his papers and his face twisted up into confusion, “Sooyoung? She's the cafe worker downstairs and I knew her in college...Why?”

“Is she your girlfriend? You know what...I don’t want to know...”

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed Y/N’s wrist to stop her from leaving, “Y/N, I don’t know what's going on but she's not my girlfriend.”

“That’s not what she said to me.”

Namjoon let go of her wrist and looked at her with pure honesty (something only Jin could see at the moment), “I talked to her but it wasn’t like that. She would text me but I would just text her one word answers. I barely texted her, I can show you my phone.”

“No...She said you always had a crush on her...Do you like her?”

Fuck, I don’t like her the way I like Y/N. Y/N pushed his reaching hand away when the silence pierced her heart and shook her head, “Your silence says a lot...Namjoon, figure it out.”

She walked away leaving Jin standing there in the doorway looking at Namjoon with a frown. Namjoon looked down at his hand and then at Jin with a confused look, “What just happened?”

Jin shrugged his shoulders but walked in giving Namjoon a disappointed look, “What is Sooyoung to you? I saw you get excited when she remembered you and I’m assuming she gave you her number so, what is Sooyoung to you?”

Namjoon sat at a table as Jin sat next to him. He rubbed his forehead roughly and looked at Jin, “Sooyoung was the campus sweetheart...everybody loved her because of her beauty and keen wit but I think it was mostly because of her beauty. She dated around, which there’s nothing wrong with that so it was how she operated...She would date a person and then she would cheat on them or from what Jimin told me, she would try to make everyone around her think they were the bad guy.”

“Jimin dated her and you still liked her?”

Namjoon scratched the back of his neck and shook his head, “I honestly think I only liked her because she was something I wasn’t. Popular. She was always out of reach until I saw her working at the cafe and something built up in me. I’m in my thirties and I was different from the person I was in college, so I thought this was my chance with her.I did it prove to my younger self that I was better or I don’t know but then I got to know Y/N.”

Jin raised his eyebrow and nodded his head at this, “Go on...”

“When I got to know her, something changed within me. Whenever I saw her face, the sun rose in her eyes...the moon and the stars were gifts that she gave to me when the light touched her face. She brought laughter and pure joy even after how I treated her..she is everything I want and more.”

“Then fight for her. If she means so much to you and I believe you by the way, fight for her. If you love her the way you say you do then fight for her.”

After Jin left, Namjoon stood up and left the lab in a hurry. He went straight to the cafe to see Sooyoung drinking coffee at the front, as if nothing happened. He slammed his hand on the counter and Sooyoung jumped and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Were closed.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You're open now.”

She scoffed at this and set her cup on the counter. She leaned forward and looked at Namjoon with a raised eyebrow, “What do you need?”

“Why did you go up to Y/N? Why would you say you're my girlfriend when I clearly showed no interest in you?”

“You were interested in me, come on. When you came down here and you were excited to get my number.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and looked at her with a glare, “I barely texted you and you thought I was interested in you? For someone who fucked the higher ups you would think you could get some of their smarts but no.”

Sooyoung’s face cracked and she stood up from the chair to stare at him, “You can’t just talk to-”

“I can and I will! You went up to Y/N, someone who I want to be with. You need to know your place and figure out you're not wanted by someone.”

Sooyoung let out a low laugh and shook her head, “Your picking that autistic stupid girl over me?”

Namjoon let out a low chuckle and this actually caused Sooyoung to step back a bit. He wasn’t sure how Sooyoung knew about Y/N being autistic but he wouldn’t allow her talk bad about it when it made Y/N, Y/N, “It would be a shame if someone complained about you to Mr. Lee. He’s so kind but once he hears someone harassing his favorite head department then I don't know what would happen to you.”

“Yo-you wouldn’t!”

“Try me. Stay away from me and Y/N or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Y/N fixed her pencil skirt as she stood outside of Mr. Lee’s office. Today was the day of the conference and she was nervous. The last two days haven’t done anything for her confidence especially when Namjoon has been silent on his end. Well, she blocked him because she couldn’t handle the stress from him right now. She blamed herself on the texting but he was avoiding her within meetings and missed the last two. Jin tried his best to distract her with work and it kinda worked but he could tell she was lost in her mind.

Mr. Lee walked outside and gave her a small smile, “Are you ready?”

“Y-yes...”

Y/N walked in and stood in front of everyone as the projection light hit her in the eyes harshly. She blinked her eyes rapidly trying to gain back her vision and when she did she looked to the audience and her heart dropped. In the front row was Namjoon sitting there giving her an encouraging smile. Seeing his smile sent pure confidence into her body and she nodded her head towards him. She fixed her papers on the table and then turned towards everyone, “Good morning, I appreciate everyone having the time to come and showing an interest in encouraging the youth towards science. I would like to thank my partners Kim Seokjin and...Kim Namjoon-” She glanced down at Namjoon and gave him a soft smile as he returned the same smile, “without them this project wouldn’t be as pristine.”

There were small claps around the room as she clicked on the clicker and showed them her project, “The idea was to show chemical reactions with figures. These figures are shaped as molecules giving them a visual of how molecules react with certain molecules. Once they connect the molecules together, they will scan it with their phones as the integrated app shows them the reaction in a small clip.”

Throughout the conference, people were asking questions and Y/N answered them swiftly. At the end, everyone was clapping away and was complimenting her on the idea itself. She nodded her head at everyone but she was looking for one person. Namjoon. She wasn’t expecting to see him there today but he came even if they weren’t talking to each other.

She walked outside but stopped when she heard Namjoon’s voice echoed through the empty hallway. She hid behind a wall as she listened to the angry man that she came to love.

“Why are you here Sooyoung? I told you to leave me and Y/N alone.”

There was scoffed and Y/N peaked her head out of the corner a bit to see Sooyoung standing there with her arms crossed, “I’m giving you another chance Namjoon.”

“Another chance? There wasn’t a chance to begin with, just leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

He went to walk away but Sooyoung grabbed his wrist causing him to let out an irritated sigh, “I’m the girl that you wanted throughout college and I’m giving you a chance. You're just going to throw it away for some girl. An autistic one at that.”

He ripped his hand out of hers and turned around to look at her. Even though Y/N couldn’t see the look he had, she could tell that the look was scary just by the way Sooyoung's face changed, “Y/N is a better person then you. The fact you keep throwing it in my face that she's autistic thinking that’s going to change my feelings is disgusting. I love Y/N. She’s the greatest thing that has ever happened to me which is why I stayed away from her. I wanted her to be focused on the project and not on me and the problem that you created. You will never experience that type of love because you are a low life that deserves nothing.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped and she moved away from the wall to come in view. Sooyoung glanced at her with wide eyes as Namjoon turned around to see Y/N looking directly at him, “Y/N?”

“You love me?”

He walked up to her and gently grabbed her hands. He looked at her and gave her a nod with his dimpled smile, “I really do.”

“I love you too…I really do.”

They both stared at each other intensely and before either one of them could lean towards each other there was a small cough. They turned to see Sooyoung glaring at them with her arms crossed making Y/N raid her eyebrow, “Can I help you?”

“You can’t just walk into a conversation like that.”

“And you should know when someone doesn’t want to continue a conversation.”

Namjoon let out a small laugh and looked at Sooyoung with a blank expression, “You can leave now.”

Sooyoung rolled her eyes but quickly left the two of them alone, which delighted Y/N. She turned towards Namjoon with a loving smile as he reciprocated, “I think you deserve a gift, my Y/N.”

“A gift?”

He nodded his head and looked around them to see the hall was still empty, “Is it okay if I take you away?”

“Yeah.”

Namjoon walked down the hall taking her into a random conference room and locking the door. She tilted her head at this but said nothing to him. She leaned against the table and watched him turn towards her playing with his cuffs. She looked him up and down, his neatly combed back hair and his brown leather shoes made her feel nervous, “You look good in a suit.”

He stopped playing with his cuffs and looked at her with a smirk, “Really? You look beautiful today.”

As nervous as she was, Y/N couldn’t help with the needy feeling within her. Seeing him this close to her made her feel something. He moved closer to her and his thoughts slowly separated hers as they got comfortable in the position. Y/N arms found their way around his neck and she looked up at him with a dazed look. He glanced down at her and gave her a small smile before leaning down giving her a kiss that took her breath away.

When they leaned away he glanced down at her lips and smirked when he saw how red and swollen they were. His hands traveled down to her skirt and slowly moved the fabric up her thigh. He looked up at her with caution as he placed a kiss on her cheek, “Is this okay?”

“It’s okay.”

He moved her skirt more until he saw the pink cotton underwear peeking out and she felt embarrassed. She leaned her head against his shoulder as she let out a nervous laugh, “I didn’t think this was going to happen...”

“Baby, I don’t care. They look sexy on you.”

He pushed aside the underwear and saw how wet she was already. He brought his fingers down ready to play with her but she wrapped her hand around his wrist. He looked up to her to see that she shook her head, “We have to be quick.”

She reached down to unbuckle the belt on Namjoon’s slacks, “Fuck okay.”

She continued to quickly get his belt undone as he stood there in shock. He surprised her by grabbing one of her wrists making her look at him, “Baby, slow down.”

“Sorry, I just really want you inside me.” Namjoon’s breath visibly hitched and nodded his head at this. He wrapped his hands around her waist, rubbing his thumbs in circles on her skin. She ran her hands down her chest with a small smile on her face, “I’ve been waiting too long for you, Joon.”

She let out a small scream when he bent down and grabbed her thighs lifting her up, “Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you too.”

He walked her towards the middle of the room and gently put her on the table as they kissed each other. Y/N looked up at him with a shy look and he returned the look. He climbed on top of her, settling himself between her legs, “You are everything I have ever wanted.”

She widened her legs for him and nodded her head, “Same...”

He let out a small laugh and shook his head at her. He pulled down his pants and boxers and she glanced down to see his cock getting freed from the black fabric. He spit into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock as she was entranced. He pushed aside her underwear and pushed into her causing the both of them to moan.

“Fuck...” Namjoon grunted, already speeding up the pace of his thrusts when he looked up to see the time on the wall. He had to hurry up incase Mr. Lee went looking for her or him.

“Joon~.”

“I will, trust me.”

He set his hands either side of her head looking into her eyes, “I’ll give you anything you want.” He leaned down and placed his lips to hers as he pounded into her harder. She let out a small moan and set both of her hands on his cheeks as he laid his forehead on hers.

“I’m getting close.”

He nodded his head at this as he brought one of his hands up to his mouth. He placed three fingers into his mouth as he let his spit cover his tan fingers. He moved down to putting them on her clit and started rubbing softly, “This good?”

“Perfect.”

He nodded his head and began to rub a little quicker. She let out a loud moan, throwing her head back at the pleasure, “I’m going to-”

“Go ahead~.”

He put more pressure on her clit and she closed her eyes when her orgasm suddenly hit her. She shuddered as she let out another loud moan, “Joon~!”

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“You can come inside me. I’m on birth control.”

“You're mine?” He questioned and she opened her eyes to give him a loving smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to give him a quick kiss, “All yours.”

As they kissed, she felt his cum flood into her making her moan against his lips. He continued to thrust into her and he slowly stopped as he let out some gasps of air. They both leaned their foreheads against each other as they caught their breaths. He opened his eyes and leaned down, giving her a kiss on her cheek, “I love you Y/N...Will you be my girlfriend?”

She let out a small laugh and opened her eyes to look at him. She kissed his cheek and nuzzled her head into his neck, “I want to be yours...” She moved her head away and leaned up sealing their confessions in a simple kiss. When they pulled away, he couldn’t stop smiling at her. Namjoon finally understood C8H11NO2 + C10H12N2O + C43H66N12O12S2 and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Happy birthday Namjoon ~ !

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WIP Word Search

Oh god I've been tagged in this three times—thanks @anincompletelist @theprinceandagcd @hgejfmw-hgejhsf—so now I have a long-ass list of words 🤣

My words were: make, hide, square, edge, atmosphere AND hope, smooth, skin, water, paper AND proud, ceaseless, worried, dark, pointless. I am very literally begging the universe to ensure I don't have all 15 of these in WIPs, but I'm putting all this nonsense under a cut just in case.

MAKE appears in: Climb up and meet the sky

“This isn’t your local flight school’s Cessna, okay? The open cockpit’s the easiest part—she’s got no starter, no brakes, no flaps, no nose wheel. She’s not going to fly her way out of trouble, either; she’ll stall or spin. She’ll make sure you’re aware of every tiny mistake you make, sweetheart.”

HIDE appears in: Chantilly lace and a pretty face

A few days ago it was Between us we have more security than a Taylor Swift concert, who else could it be?; last week was I so appreciate you announcing yourself so I have time to hide my parade of lovers; the first time, though, was Alex’s personal favourite: Are you sure you are, in fact, home, and haven’t stepped into a deeply heterosexist 1960s sitcom?

SQUARE appears in: The way we get into each other's bones [angstapalooza RWRB edition]

Henry turns to Alex, his expression carefully guarded as he squares his shoulders in a deliberate, measured way that is utterly at odds with the carefree boy Alex used to look at in the glossy pages of J14.

EDGE appears in: a super-secret collaboration with @indestructibleheart that we just started poking at yesterday (I have no idea how long it will stay super secret BUT)

There’s a flash of light out of the corner of his eye, the unrelenting glint of sunlight hitting metal, and Henry’s hands curl into fists around the edge of the sink as he looks up.

ATMOSPHERE appears in nothing!

HOPE appears in: [Henry writes]

(Also, in a very chill no-pressure way, I notice you’re not writing as often as you used to -- I hope everything’s going well for you!)

SMOOTH appears in nothing! (Well, lots of things that I've already published but no WIPs)

SKIN appears in: Introspective rimming

Alex moves like he’s trying to crawl inside Henry’s skin, letting out soft moans and shivering gasps that burrow their way between Henry’s fourth and fifth ribs and carve out a place for themselves there, somewhere only Alex has ever reached.

WATER appears in nothing!

PAPER appears in nothing!

PROUD appears in nothing!

CEASELESS appears in nothing!

WORRIED appears in nothing!

DARK appears in: [Stranger Than Fiction AU]

The man in front of him has much longer hair, for one; dark, wild curls framing a face that’s a little softer, with a less sharp jaw.

POINTLESS appears in nothing!

I AM TAGGING @anchoredarchangel @blackandwhiteandrose @indestructibleheart @onthewaytosomewhere @orchidscript @ships-to-sail @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play!

Your words are: land, answer, spare, funeral, value

#wip word search #kiwiana-writes #wip: climb up and meet the sky #wip: chantilly lace and a pretty face #angstapalooza rwrb edition #wip: RWYLM #wip: henry writes #fic: what a beautiful tone #wip: STFAU

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thruheavenandhighwater · 2 years

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I kinda need a little something with Robin including the 'keep it. it looks better on you.' starter

Aaahhhhhhhh this was so fun!! Thank you for the request, darling 💕 Also, I know you said little but at this point I hope you understand the fact that I'm a Virgo and therefore have the Too Much Gene. Enjoy 🥰

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You couldn't have asked for a better first date. Chinese food and a movie at Starcourt simply could not be beat. Top it all off with the fact that your companion for the evening was Robin Buckley, and you had a recipe for the best day ever.

You were a nervous wreck the entire time. You'd been out with Robin countless times in the past, but when she had mentioned the word "date" you felt your heart skip a beat.

She was perfect. But you expected nothing less. You giggled, your cheeks warming when she'd called herself "a perfect gentleman" as she held the door to the movie theater open for you.

"My own personal knight in shining armor," you'd agreed, the smile on your face growing.

You struggled to focus on the movie. The smell of her perfume clouded your thoughts any time you tried. Just knowing that she was so close to you had your palms clammy as you picked up your drink in an attempt to stop your hands from shaking.

At one point, about halfway through the movie, you felt her fingers ghosting over yours. Her fingertips were so soft against your skin that for a moment you were sure you'd imagined it. But then her fingers slipped themselves between yours in one slow, fluid motion.

You looked down to where your hands were now joined on the armrest between your seats. It felt like a dream, too good to be true. Your eyes trailed up her arm, to her face. She wore a wide grin and she started to rub her thumb over the back of your hand.

She released your hand once the credits began to roll. You immediately missed her touch. She stood next to you and grinned as you stood to join her.

"So," she started, digging her hands into the pockets of her jacket as you walked out of the theater. "What'd ya think?"

"It was good," you sighed. "I think." You admitted sheepishly.

"You think?"

"Yeah, sorry," you laughed. "Was hard to concentrate."

The way she laughed sent goosebumps up your arms. It was beautiful. Light and carefree, just like her.

You both slowed to a stop when you approached the large glass doors at the front of the mall. It was pouring rain, and lightning struck in the distance. The sky was impossibly dark for 5 pm in August.

"Shit," Robin groaned beside you. "You wanna hang out here or make a run for it?" You grabbed her hand, nodding as you stepped toward the door. As soon as you passed the threshold of the mall doors, you were sprinting hand in hand toward Robin's car.

Both of you were soaked when you finally reached her car. Your t-shirt clung to your body and your jeans felt restrictive as you sat down in the passenger seat, the door slamming behind you.

"That was fun" you panted.

Robin laughed, her mouth wide open as her head fell back against her seat. You couldn't help but to think that it was the best sound in the world. She reached to your lap, taking your hand in hers as her laugh simmered to small giggles.

"Sorry my lap is wet," you giggled.

"Mine is, too, it's fine," she smiled over to you. A shiver ran down your spine suddenly. "You cold?" She asked.

"Kind of," you admitted. "But I'll be fine."

She pulled her hand from yours and reached into the back seat of her car. She pulled a dark blue jacket covered in patches from the back. "Here," she said, pushing the jacket in your direction.

You slipped the soft material over your shoulders quickly. It smelled like her. You'd never been more comfortable.

She smiled as she started the car before putting it in drive. Her hand found yours again as she pulled away from the mall. Her hand fit so perfectly into yours. Like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

The drive to your house felt too short. You knew you'd miss her the moment you stepped out of her car. You savored the few minutes that you had with her hand in yours.

When she parked in front of your house the rain had diminished into sprinkles. "This was fun," she said quietly, turning to you.

"Yeah," you agreed.

"We uh- we should maybe do this again."

Your stomach did somersaults. "Definitely." Was all you could manage to say. You didn't trust your voice in that moment, excitement coursing through your system.

"Should probably let you go before your dad starts flipping on the porch light," she giggled. You looked back to where your hands were still clasped in your lap. She slowly lifted your hands to her lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "Goodnight," she whispered. You felt your body turn to Jello under her touch. The moment her lips met your skin, you knew you were done for.

You whispered a quiet goodnight before opening the car door. You stood from the car and removed Robin's jacket. You started to set it on the seat you'd just vacated.

"Keep it," she told you. "It looks better on you than it ever will on me."

Your cheeks were starting to hurt from grinning so much. But you loved it. You nodded, your gaze falling to the ground before you closed the door, turning towards your home.

Once you were in your bedroom, you quickly changed and slipped Robin's jacket over your shoulders. You pulled the collar to your nose, breathing in her scent. It was something you hoped you'd never get enough of.

You really couldn't have asked for a better first date.

#robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #my words

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ask-a-w · 6 months

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Steamy Morning

For Aeon Week Day 7: Free Day

Summary: Leon and Ada have a hot morning. :3

Author's Note: Saving smut for the last day. :P

AO3

FF.net

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The chirping of birds outside their house woke Ada up from slumber. She stirred and noticed the morning sun rays had peeked through a slit in the curtain, illuminating her husband’s form just a tad. She smiled at Leon who was still fast asleep and laying on his stomach.

Admiring his handsome features, she was always happy to see him so peaceful and carefree. Ada carefully brushed away a strand of blonde hair from his face and planted a kiss on his temple. She got out of bed quietly and saw their cats, Cobalt and Ebony, curled up together in their cat bed at the corner of the room, also deeply asleep. It seemed everyone had pleasant dreams last night.

Picking up her discarded robe from the floor and draping it over herself, she went to the bathroom to wash up before proceeding downstairs to prepare breakfast for two.

Meanwhile, Leon was having a very nice, sensual dream. He and Ada were soaking in a hot, steamy hot spring together and getting up to all sorts of naughty things.

Eventually though, the birdsong and smell of food made Leon stir. He yawned and rolled over, rubbing his eye as he sat up. He noticed Ada was not with him, but knew she must have been in the kitchen. Not bothering even with underwear, Leon headed downstairs. He saw his wife clad in a robe in front of a stove and smiled.

“Mornin' gorgeous,” Leon said with a smirk and stood at their island counter, waiting with bated breath for her reaction.

Ada was preparing toast and was in the midst of scrambling up some eggs in the pan when she heard Leon pattering to the kitchen. She turned her head to greet him.

“Good morn-” Ada paused as she eyed his naked form and then raised an amused brow at him. “It’s a good thing our neighbours don’t live right next to us. Aren’t you cold, handsome?”

“Do I look cold?” Leon joked. It was a tad chilly though, so he took a few steps forward to wrap his arms around Ada, feeling her warmth through the soft robe.

“Hm... I know you're happy to see me,” Ada replied coyly as she felt his flourishing erection against her robe. She did secretly love how affectionately he was behaving.

“Sleep well?” He asked her as he lightly kissed her ear. “I had the best dream about us. We should really go to a Japanese hot spring resort some time.”

“I slept well, handsome. I suppose we should book an autumn or winter holiday to Japan then.” She replied and pressed her butt against his crotch. He uttered a soft groan in response. Leon loved the feeling of his bare manhood up against Ada, but the robe was in the way. Still, it was soft and snuggly all the same.

“Give me a moment,” she switched off the flames and gently nudged his arms away, sliding the eggs onto a nearby plate before placing the empty pan back on the stove.

Ada faced him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “So, what did this dream entail that you forgot to put on clothes for breakfast?”

“Well, we were both hot, naked, and wet for starters,” Leon whispered softly and kissed Ada's neck. “It was just so steamy, and one thing led to another. I almost wish I hadn't woken up, but you're much better than a dream.”

Ada kept grinning as he peppered kisses on her sensitive neck. She was already growing hot and wet between her thighs. The blonde then took a hold of his wife’s robe and gently pulled it open, revealing her bare breasts. Now his erection grew to full mast as he smiled down at her. “So beautiful…”

“Good thing you woke up then.” She leaned in and kissed him. Gently at first but she grew more insistent as her hands snaked up to his neck and hair, lightly tugging on the strands.

Leon moaned into the kiss, and his hands slid down Ada's smooth back to her butt. Deftly and carefully, he grasped his wife, picking her up by her bottom and carrying her over to the kitchen table. He placed her down, still clad in her robe, and nuzzled her hair. “Let's have some fun…”

It never surprised her how strong he was and she held onto him as he carried her. Ada moved her butt closer to the edge of the table and spread her legs open, resting one on his shoulder while wrapping the other around his ass. “You have an open invitation, Leon Scott Kennedy…” She purred into his ear and gently nibbled the side of his neck.

“Here's my RSVP,” Leon purred back, and slid his manhood deep within her. He moaned audibly, feeling her walls hugging him snugly as usual and he went to shower more forceful kisses on Ada's neck. Her head tilted back automatically to give him more access to her flesh.

Gripping her hips firmly, he started to glide in and out, hearing the table creak slightly from his movements. This angle was truly magnificent and rapidly driving him insane. “So good…”

Ada chuckled and there was a grin on her face as they mated on the kitchen table. Her hands slid down to his back, bringing him closer. The feeling of being joined as one was addicting and she will always want more of him.

“Tell me more about the dream... were we sitting at the edge of a tub doing this...?” She asked breathlessly as he twitched within her. “Show me what we did and I'll make it real.”

Leon nodded and quickened his pace. “We were at the edge, just like this,” he said. One hand reached up to cup his wife’s breast. “And then I teased you like so,” he lightly pinched and rubbed her nipple between his fingers, feeling the bud engorge under his touch. Leaning down, he took the other nipple into his mouth and suckled on it for a moment.

“Mmm…” Ada murmured with approval and pushed her chest up into his mouth and squeezed him down under. “And where did the dream end so we can pick it up?”

“It ended before I could take you from behind,” Leon murmured to Ada. “Like this.” The blonde pulled out, making her whine from the loss of contact. He reassured her with a kiss to her temple as he slid one strong arm below the back of her knees while supporting the other on her back. The blonde brought her over to a nearby wall as her robe fell to the floor and he placed her down, positioning her towards the wall tiles.

Ada immediately braced her arms against the wall and bent down slightly, allowing her husband optimal access. Leon repositioned his manhood against her slick entrance and slowly eased himself back inside inch by inch until his pelvis was flushed against her ample bottom.

His wife could only gasp when he took his own sweet time to slide into her once more. There was a steel bar on the wall that was used to hang kitchen towels and Ada slid her hands up to grip that instead.

“I love it when you’re so dominant and fuck me like that Mr Kennedy...” She said breathily as he took her at a steady rhythm. The tell-tale coil in her belly was slowly winding up, threatening to overtake her senses.

“You love it huh?” Leon replied and gave her butt a firm smack before he began to thrust harder, loud wet slaps of skin against skin filling the kitchen. He held onto Ada's hips, having complete control over their mating. If Ada liked him dominant, he would give that to her.

Ada's moans slowly filled the kitchen as well and she allowed herself to bask in the moment. “I love how you fill me up whenever we are together. Your antics drive me crazy…”

“I haven't even begun, gorgeous…” Leon whispered seductively. He leaned over Ada, pressing his chest against her back and sandwiching her between him and the wall. Leon reached with one hand to grope and tease Ada's nipple again, and the other went to find her clitoris to rub in circles. To top it all off, Leon nipped Ada's ear, stimulating every erogenous zone he could as he dug his rock hard member in, spearing her G spot repeatedly.

Her moans quickly turned to squeals of delight and pleasure. “Yes... Oh yes!” She closed her eyes and gave into the blissful sensation that Leon was subjecting her to. Her hand grabbed the arm on her breast and she held onto him tightly. The sensation in her belly shot into her spine but she kept holding on as she didn't want this hot mating session to end.

The blonde grunted hard as he nailed Ada from the tightest angle he could. “Mmnf, you make me cum buckets baby. I am gonna flood you!!” He quickened his pace even more, until he felt like her legs trembling. “Now come for me…”

Ada chuckled when he talked dirty. It was a rare occurrence that he did so and came for her husband she did. She shivered with ecstasy and panted for air.

Leon gripped Ada as he slammed her one last time. Sending a torrent of his white hot baby batter inside his mate. He arched his body to push himself in as deep as he could go, wanting to coat Ada's womanhood as thoroughly as he could.

Leon shuddered along with his wife, getting out every last shot of ejaculate. He let out a long sigh and finally relaxed after a few more thrusts. He inhaled deeply for a moment, then began to kiss her neck. “That was… wow…” He managed to whisper as he laid against her.

“That was amazing.” His wife concurred and leaned back against Leon.

Leon straightened up and pulled Ada up with him, nuzzling her lovingly. “We should talk dirty more often…”

“I don't know... your dirty talk makes me laugh though,” she smiled and looked back at him with a grin.

He chuckled and kissed her warm cheek. “Well, dirty talk is pretty funny in general.” He held her close, gently massaging his wife’s breast with one hand and rubbing her lower stomach with the other as he pressed up against her back. "I love you Ada."

“I love you too, Leon.” Ada whispered and stood with her husband in the kitchen. The moment was interrupted by both cats meowing and staring at them through the pet gate off to the side. “Well, isn't this awkward…”

“Uh huh, yeah, it is…” Leon chuckled nervously. “I think I should get some pants on now, and maybe we should tidy up a bit after our session. Then we can enjoy the breakfast you made so lovingly.”

The cats just sat at the gate, waiting patiently for pats and scritches. Ada wiggled her butt just a little. “Hard to clean up when you’re still buried in me,” she mused and looked at one side of the table that was out of view from the cats.

“Hm, why don’t you take a seat on the table closest to the sink? I’ll help clean you up.”

“Oh? Alright," Leon responded, and pulled himself free from his wife's tight and slippery hold. He was softer now, but his manhood was still a bit swollen. The blonde did as Ada asked and sat at the edge of the table with an all knowing smirk. “Not too clean, I hope.”

Ada felt some fluid coat her thighs as she walked over to her husband. She grabbed a stool and set it in front of him before she took a seat. Her hands grasped his manhood and Leon responded with a happy “Mmmm!”

She kissed his stomach before making her way down to clean him up orally. She had tasted him before but it was interesting to taste herself as well post-orgasm.

Leon lightly ran his fingers through her raven hair to show his approval, not that she needed it. “Oh, that tongue, you're too good to me, Ada…”

Ada hummed at the back of her throat and licked him slowly. “Ooohhh…” Leon moaned again in sheer pleasure as her mouth vibrated around his length.

After a moment of sucking him to her heart’s desire, his wife eventually paid attention to the most sensitive part of his shaft, laving her tongue all over and under… Teasing the sensitive ridges and tip as she did so. When Ada deemed him clean enough, she pulled away with a beaming smile. “There, all done.”

He bit his lip as he felt himself almost about to orgasm once again, only for Ada to stop right before his peak. “Aw,” Leon sighed as his manhood slipped out from her red lips. “Alright, guess it's your turn then.” He hopped off the table and offered his spot to his wife.

“Easy there, lover boy. You don't want to overwork yourself so early in the morning, right?” Ada winked at him and perched herself on the table. She crossed her legs and looked at him coquettishly.

“Riiight.” Leon gave Ada a lopsided smirk as he got down on his knees in front of her. He very carefully took both of his wife's legs and gently pulled them apart to reveal her glistening womanhood to him. It was slick with both of their essences, and while Leon was hesitant, he owed Ada the same treatment.

The blonde leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ada's labia before lapping at her. He could taste himself on her, unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant. If she could taste herself too, he could do the same.

Ada leaned back and placed her arms behind her to brace herself from the onslaught of Leon’s tongue. Sure enough, it was highly pleasurable and she sat there, enjoying all of it. She murmured with approval and sighed.

Leon closed his eyes as he continued to clean up his wife’s warm sex. He could feel the pleasure from her, and it encouraged him to go further, slipping his tongue between her folds, down into her vagina, then out again to thoroughly polish her clitoris.

Ada arched her back off the table as she felt herself spiralling down the edge once more. “Two orgasms in a few minutes? You spoil me...” she whispered as she allowed herself to give in to the sensation once more.

“Mm…” Leon replied with his voice muffled by Ada's labia. He hadn't intended to make her come, but he was happy to nonetheless. It just meant he had a little more to clean up. After another minute of getting all her moistness, Leon stood back up and wiped his mouth. “You got a little extra that time.”

“Thank you, handsome. I'll make sure to take care of you later~” She smirked and leaned in to kiss him. Never mind that they could both taste each other, she was in love with her husband and wanted to bestow as much affection as she could upon him.

Leon happily returned the kiss and smiled. “Okay, for real this time, let's have some breakfast, my stomach is growling at me. But first,” he paused and went to the gate where the cats meowed at him. He reached over to pat them both. “We're done with our fun now, kitties.”

Ada joined him and bent down to give them affectionate strokes on their heads and backs. Satisfied with their morning scritches, they trotted away to do whatever cats did.

“Why don’t you get dressed? Maybe wear the tight blue briefs that I like. And could you help me get a pair of underwear too? It’s getting a little breezy.” She winked at him and went off to clean the table top and stool before she washed her hands to pop their breakfast into the microwave.

"Alright alright, gimme a minute." Leon replied playfully. He walked to the bedroom and fetched the blue underwear his wife liked, tugging them on. As for Ada's panties, he chose his favourite, a silky dark purple one that accentuated her butt.

He rejoined Ada in the kitchen and handed her the underwear. "I think this will do."

“Thank you, Leon.” Ada replied and slipped it on before tying her robe close. She brought the plates to the dining table and took a seat beside him.

“This has got to be one of the hottest mornings I’ve ever had,” she remarked and laid her egg on top of her toast.

“It was one of our best mornings, I think,” Leon replied and cut into his egg to let the yolk run onto his toast. “You loved it.” He leaned over to kiss his wife before digging into their delicious breakfast.

“And so did you. We've got to thank your dream for it,” she teased and bit into the egg and toast. “Do you really want to go to Japan?”

"Yes, I think we'd like it," he said and sipped his drink. "What about for a winter vacation? I heard the Japanese countryside is beautiful when it's snowing."

“Oh, I've not been back to Japan for a while... Are you sure your other reason isn't wanting to live out your fantasy dream?” Ada said coyly.

“Would it be so bad if it was?” Leon smirked back at his wife and slowly bit into his toast. “Is it something you would want to do with me?”

Ada leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Of course I am game for any sexual adventure with you, handsome.” She whispered sensually and continued to eat her breakfast. The heat between felt like it couldn't be quenched.

The blonde chuckled as he chewed his food and swallowed. “In that case, I should book our next flight and get a reservation.” He rubbed her leg with his bare foot affectionately. "Thank you Ada."

She rubbed his foot back with her toes. “So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

“Mmm, do you want to fuck around some more?” Leon asked innocently.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Ada replied with an equally straight face.

#Ada stories #Aeon Week 2023 #Ada Wong #Leon Kennedy #aeonweek

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cheshire-shuntaro · 9 months

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Alice in Borderland - Drug Cartel AU

This AU here was inspired by @andromedagarcia telling me about a city of Sanlúcar and how a drug cartel operates there in the open, so thank you. In the story I wrote Hatter operates a drug cartel in Argentina and Chishiya is the head of the lab, responsible for producing drugs. I want to invite y'all to add your little brick to this AU. Anyone and everyone is encouraged to join! Ways you could participate: 1. Imagining your own muse as they find themselves in the story outlined here and writing it as an independed fic. 2. Talking with the fellow writers on here and writing an RP starter or a short thread within the AU 3. Making art or moodboards or anything other you feel inspired to make. 4. Make sure you tag your pieces #aib drug cartel AU so I can find them and compile them

The scorching July sun of Mar de Plata broke through the blinds, landing directly on Chishiya’s eyelids, jolting him from a distant dream of his homeland. In his haze he saw nights where the air is not made up of cocaine particles or the odor of death, restricting his airways to a point of having to regurgitate his stomach contents. Instead, he felt the sea breeze on his face, the familiar neon-coloured streets of Tokyo reflected on his pale skin. Shuntaro was aware that the snippets of his past reality slipping through his fingers like the ever present beach sand were just a collection of romanticized movie clips more than anything else. The fact was that he would loath his existence regardless of the location he was currently residing in, these visions simply reminded him of much calmer and carefree times in his life.

Life was not kind to him with the set of parents he was given, not in a sense of being underprivileged financially - his father owned a hospital after all, but in a sense of being left to learn the ways of the world on his own. His dad’s eyes and belt focused on him solely when he got into mischief or ignored his orders; as a result, Chishiya had taught himself to take every opportunity to spite him. At first, he made himself believe that he did so because he came to love the way his father’s visage twisted with red, hot anger to a point of cartoonish steam coming out of his ears.

With the insight of years under his belt, Chishiya came to the conclusion that those were simply desperate and pathetic attempts at getting a crumb of his father’s attention. His mother was not abusive herself, but permissive of her husband’s belt treatment and that was enough for Shuntaro to loathe her even more than his father. He can distinctly remember the last time she hugged him, he was about 12 years old, she had embraced him and whispered into his ear that this was the last hug she would ever spare for him, that from this moment on he was a man and that it would be in his best interest to start acting like one. After that, it was not uncommon for her to hold him down while his father beat him senseless.

Looking back at the years spent at his given parents’ house he could not help but think of himself as a lesser human being, for not taking any active action against the abuse. Many would say now that he could not have known because he was a child after all, but he still held a particular hatred in his heart for this no-good idiot who decided to stay there until he was 16 to search for alternatives.

Thankfully, these alternatives appeared as soon as he ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on his back and the deep purple bruise on his face. A man who called himself Mad Hatter extended a helping hand, not only towards him but towards several young men and women in need of stability and purpose in life. He ran a lucrative drug enterprise in the heart of Tokyo and had a particular knack for noticing hidden genius within a person. He correctly established that Shuntaro had a certain affinity for exact sciences, more specifically Chemistry, so since day one he would push, knead and mold his brilliant mind to work in his own favour.

It was merely a matter of years before Chishiya became the master of his trade, far surpassing Hatters’ expectations towards him. The lab was his kingdom, every day he would sway in-between solid metal tables glistening under the dim light of the warehouse, dust-mask and white scrubs on, making sure that all of his employees stick to the recipe. He got what he wanted out of life in the end — stability and power which both gave him opportunities to maneuver in directions sometimes beneficial to him, but, all good things come to an end one way or another.

For Chishiya it had begun with an announcement from Hatter and Aguni on one stormy night. Soon before it, the police busted and closed one of their biggest labs, the mood among the more experienced members of the gang was sour and hopeless. They needed, no, they craved a promise of grandeur, a slightly mad plan that would help them be born anew.

Argentina. There is a hole in the drug market there, waiting to be claimed and we were to be the colonizers who would discover and seize the land as our own, Hatter said. He was a very persuasive man with a spark of insanity within him, so, almost everyone believed him blindly when he uttered those words. Chishiya was not among the enthusiastic ones but he was soon proved to be wrong, because 8 years later he was laying on very expensive bed, with AC humming in the background and the sun he came to loathe so very much, prying his eyes open from the hazy memories of the past.

It wasn’t just the sun, the clock struck 8:00 on Sunday, which meant in two hours time he would be standing before Hatter, or as he demanded to be called here — El Sombrerero Loco, reporting on the in and outs of his labs here in Mar de Plata.

For Chishiya these weekly meetings with his once saviour were dreadfully boring and unnecessary, every time he sat in the leather seat before El Sombrerero’s desk he had a déjà vu. Yes the new formula is in the works, Chishiya just needs a little more time, yes the delivery to Buenos Aires went without hiccups, yes your new Bugatti is splendid, yes your wife is as radiant as always, yes, yes, yes — on loop, every week.

What made matters worse was his visibly deteriorating mental state, not only he grew bolder in the ambitions department, since Aguni decided to amicably split from his grand empire he lacked a counterbalance of reason to his ambition and slowly but surely spiraled into madness. The material things that he could have within a blink of an eye did not satiate his desire for ultimate, less tangible things, like power.

Naturally, he did not complain about the lack of it, but as it often is the case with authority those who already possess it usually never get enough of it. With passing years his interest in expanding or, at least, keeping his drug enterprise afloat waned as he turned his gaze to other opportunities. His ideas became increasingly more curious and... mad.

Last year, to give an example, he decided to run for mayor of Mar de Plata. He lost of course, so the locals felt his fist tightening around the throat of the city a little bit more, in various ways. It was no secret what he did and what he was, even the local police stood no chance against his twisted ways of covering his tracks.

So, here stood Chishiya, amongst the many sins of one man hungry for power inside his slowly crumbling kingdom, with a legion of people loyal to El Sombrerero or simply tangled within this mess, each with a different story to tell.

But, alas, this right here is Chishiya’s story to tell, so let us get back to the Sunday sun. He woke up, an empty space beside him in bed, wondering where she might have gone to this morning or perhaps the previous night. That was in Irma’s nature - to wander the paths she chose; he became used to it over the time of their marriage.

The cold shower washed away the reminders of the prickly sunlight that had the audacity to wake him up, and the delicious breakfast consisting of tostadas served with mermelada and queso crema reassured him that perhaps the meeting with his boss would surprise him, a deviation from the dreadfully boring repetition of those.

He got into his car, put on the AC and drove to get himself a cup of coffee, as he had done every day for the past 8 years. „No Coffee, No Prana” was usually less crowded, but this Sunday morning the line for fresh coffee curled around the block, full of pedestrians from all walks of life in which he took the last place.

Chishiya was an incredibly perceptive person, he thought it came from observing the micro expressions on his dad’s face when he was beginning to lose patience with him. So naturally, it didn’t take him long to notice that he was, in fact, being followed. Two people. They had parked a few cars behind him, and right now they were sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the street, their eyes darting to him occasionally. What was most curious about them is that they were gringos as locals call them, from a mile away you could tell that they did not belong amongst the crowds of tan-skinned people so prevalent here. Americans, Chishiya thought. Foreign intelligence agents, perhaps? Or maybe it was just Hatter’s paranoia rubbing off on him, because by the time he had exited the cafe, they were gone, them and their white Volvo sedan.

He quickly forgot about them when he pulled up in front of Hatter’s ridiculously sized villa. It was a massive and luxurious complex, the crown jewel of his kingdom. First the visitor would notice ancient greek statues in his front garden (unclear whether they were originals or not - very likely that they were), exotic trees from all over the world, radiant, multi-coloured flowers encircling the whole complex.

The amount of flowers and abundance of sweet aromas was almost contrarian to the machismo culture Hatter had slightly adopted since moving here. He always said that the garden was his wife’s kingdom, which she apparently designed herself; his kingdom was inside the house. They did not have any children but the mansion could comfortably hold at least 4 families with 2 children each. It felt ridiculously overdecorated, each room consequently held in art déco style with its hues of gold, black and brown, curling metallic spirals and leaf-like patterns. Amongst the splendour trotted a legion of men and women guarding the grounds of the complex or simply tending to its many rooms and flowers. Each and every one of them greeted Chishiya with a courteous nod when he passed them by, entering the mansion, his steps echoing throughout the winding corridor until he reached El Sombrero’s office, he knocked thrice on the sharp-edged oak door, as always waiting to be invited inside by his superior.

„¿Quien va alla? [Who goes there?]” a slightly annoyed and startled voice boomed from the other side, indicating being caught doing something red-handed. „Mierda, en seguida, huh? [Fuck, wait a moment, huh?]”

„Soy yo, El Conejo Blanco, es éste un mal momento? [It’s me White Rabbit, is now a a bad time?]” Chishiya said, bringing his head closer to the door to suss out what is happening on the other side, but before he could do that, he heard the other door to Hatter’s office open and close very carefully.

„Oh, it’s you, hijo [son]! Come on in, come on in then!” Hatter said, beckoning him inside.

Chishiya didn’t have to be told twice, he pushed the door open and gave a nod to the man sitting on the other side of the desk. The 8 years took a toll on him, he was older and there were wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, his skin was tanned, his hair was salt and pepper now, pulled into a messy bun most of the time and a beard he sometimes shaved if the summer was particularly scorching.

„You are punctual as always.” Hatter commented, closing his silk robe meticulously, „Coffee, tea, something stronger?” He said, gesturing to a bar cart with various drinks behind him.

„You are most gracious, but no, thank you I already had my morning coffee.” Chishiya said, half-smiling. „I have been thinking about our latest shipment to...” He begun speaking business as the clock struck 10:00, it was time for the weekly report, and he thought to better get on with it, but before he had the chance to finish, Hatter blew a raspberry at him. He started to form the sentence anew but the same thing happened. „Is everything quite alright?” Chishiya asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.

Hatter unexpectedly pulled himself up from his chair and jumped on it, assuming a squatting position with his elbows on his knees.

„Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you for noticing, you see, my front garden? It looks really... bland, not an ounce of character up in this bitch, I need something to freshen it up.” Hatter uttered these words at a speed which made Shuntaro raise his eyebrow slightly, his boss was clearly high on his own product.

„I need you to bring me a few of those cute striped kitties they are keeping in the zoo in town. There is a banquet planned for tomorrow and the Chief of Police is invited, so I am in need of something that has the wow effect, so to speak.” Hatter said, his eyes widening.

Cute striped kitties? He did not mean the endangered Andean Cat, surely? Chishiya quickly gathered that Hatter was in one of his moods, therefore, the best way to proceed without unnecessary drama was to nod and smile, so he did just that.

„Of course, boss, whatever you wish. We could not let the Chief of Police go unwowed, of course. Do you wish me proceed with reporting this weeks’ state of the lab?”

„No, no. Just send in your assistant, tell them to come in the evening.” Hatter answered, waving his hand dismissively. „You are free to go too, you have a lot on your plate right now, hijo.” He added, standing up yet again, leaning over his desk.

„As you say. I will see you later then, cats in hand.” Chishiya said, slightly taken aback by the abrupt order, but as told, he simply got up and started walking back to his car with a puzzled expression on his face.

This was the first time Chishiya saw Hatter in such a state; the jittering, the empty, gaze wandering around the room, were not uncommon, but, did not last long previously. They were but glimpses and blips in between the moments in which he was his usual, charismatic self. But this morning he seemed to cross the line between sanity and craziness. Also, the outrageous request that would most likely end up with him getting locked up for a petty crime in comparison to the mountain of sins he has already committed. Chishiya had never trusted his gut feelings, mostly relying on logic and hard facts but this time his gut was very insistent on the fact that this Sunday morning was the beginning to an end.

As his fingers curled around his car door handle his fingertips felt something that was not previously there - a soft, smooth material. He took the mysterious object out - it was a piece of paper stuck to the inside with a moist gum, indicating that whoever left it was still in the vicinity, he looked around before unraveling it.

„The lions are closing in, White Rabbit, if you don’t wish to get mauled with the rest of them, find me here, tomorrow at 6 — Av. Independencia 2602, white Volvo sedan”

It turns out that he was followed, after all. It was not particularly hard to keep his expressions neutral in case of prying eyes because he was always very good at it. But the fact that they knew not only his internal code name but where he lived, was really, really, really bad.

So, his gut was right, this was the beginning to an end, he thought as he put the piece of paper into the pocket of his trousers and started the engine of his car.

#aib drug cartel au #aib rp #cheshireshuntaro

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lovesickfoolwp · 2 years

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homie hopper — luke patterson x reader x bobby shaw

pairing : luke patterson x fem!reader x bobby shaw

summary : for a few months you kept flirting with bobby, giving him the impression that his feelings for you were mutual, only to end up with luke, his bandmate. so he wrote in a song all the states he went through after you "betrayed" him.

warning : language

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"luke, bobby wants to sing in the opening an original song that he wrote!" you could tell by the tone of alex's voice that he didn't think it was a good idea, but you couldn't help but ask yourself since when did bobby write songs for the band.

but luke still had his full attention on you, sitting side by side on the sofa in the garage where they used to rehearse, you sitting in a crossed legs position and him smiling non stop, with one of his knees positioned on the sofa next to yours.

"so?" he asked alex, not looking at him. "let him sing it, dude!"

alex sighed dramatically when he saw how impassive luke was, even though it was a so-called band problem and gave up, returning to reggie and bobby who were up, away from the two lovebirds.

"luke," you started, placing your palm on his chest to draw his attention to your words. "do you have any idea what bobby's song is about?"

he raised an eyebrow, not understanding why it was such a big deal that one of the guys, other than him, wrote a song. "no?" he answered you, in the form of a question, thinking that you, as well as alex, are exaggerating. you gave him a nasty look and he said "oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad!"

but in fact it was just that bad.

for the last few days you've been listening to the boys rehearsing just the instrumental of the song, bobby saying that he wanted the lyrics to remain a surprise until the last moment, and reggie and luke being quite gullible, agreed to not insist. just you and alex got a knot in your stomach thinking why he would have kept the lyrics a secret.

now you were in the crowd, first row, eagerly waiting for the lyrics as the instrumental you knew well had started.

bobby was in the middle of the stage. he approached the microphone, preparing to start singing.

take a bow

you've got everything fooled,

i got you figured out

now you're choking on your words,

you should spit it out

know that i gave you the world and you just gave me hell

and you gave me hell

as he was singing the last verse, you thought that maybe you worried for nothing. the lyrics were really good and put his voice to the advantage.

felt like a hundred punches

too many tough pills to stomach

i watched you making it public

lights, camera

fuck it

being on the vibe with the song, you started dancing, just like their fans did, feeling yourself.

you're a showstopper

a bad liar, homie hopper, drama starter

you stopped suddenly, even though the fans were still going along with the song, when you heard this part of the lyrics. if the phrase "homie hopper" wouldn't have opened your eyes, although it did, then the fact that bobby was now maintaining intense eye contact with you certainly would've done it.

you instantly turned your gaze to alex, ignoring bobby and not noticing the fact that luke was also looking at you. alex shrugged, continuing to play the drums, as if you weren't exactly witnessing a damn disstrack for you.

all my friends are fucked,

we all got you in common

your cheeks turned an intense shade of red and you wished you were as carefree as reggie was, nodding his head and continuing to enjoy himself, oblivious to the tension around him.

you're so fake and everyone should know about it

and all the things i hate about you

but luckily for you, bobby stopped singing faster than he should have. you realized this due to the fact that you attended the rehearsals several times and you had already learned the instrumental of the song. who would have thought that the song whose instrumental you learned would be a disstrack for you? certainly not you.

"so, guys," he motioned for the boys to stop playing so he could talk, and the fans squealed with excitement. "guys," he repeated, to silence the fans and the whole hall fell silent. "i stopped the song way too early because this was just some kind of a demo that i was really excited to share with you, being the first song I wrote all by myself." you couldn't believe his words, but the fans kept screaming to show him support. "now, if you excuse us, we're going to take a short break for a band chat." he said and motioned for luke to continue from here, not being used to being the center of attention. after all, luke used to act like he was the lead of the band.

he didn't know what to say because he didn't expect them to take a break, but he made it up on the spot. "we'll see you again in a few minutes! be ready to sing with us, guys! until then," he said and looked towards the stuff people that worked behind the scene. "play us some music, dj!"

when the music started playing started by the so called dj, the fans had two different reactions. some have started boohooing and some have started to squeal.

that was when you slipped through them to get backstage where the boys were. when you entered the room, bobby was sitting relaxed all over the sofa and in front of him, alex was looking first at him, then at luke, waiting for the situation to take extreme turns, reggie was disconnected from the situation, and luke had his arms crossed around his chest.

"what the hell was that?" luke asked, starting to feel himself getting angry, and bobby shrugged.

he pointed at you, and you froze at the door. "ask y/n."

"why would i ask her?" luke asked bobby, but his eyes were on you.

"isn't she your girlfriend?" bobby continued to avoid luke's questions to annoy him.

everyone's eyes, except bobby's, fell on you.

luke realized bobby was just playing on his nerves so he asked him straight "where are you going with this, bobby?" because he felt that this situation was beyond him. he didn't want to get angry and say something he would regret.

"the song is about me."

"how can the song be about you?" reggie asked, receiving a slap on the back of the head from alex. sign that he should keep his mouth shut. "ouch! that hurt!" he scolded alex in a whisper.

alex replied in the same tone, "that's what i wanted!" and reggie pouted.

"how can the song be about you?" luke asked the same question as reggie.

"are you for real? luke can ask that, but i can't?" reggie asked alex giving him an offended look and alex gave him a nasty look making him resign and say "ok, ok, i'll shut up."

you decided to ignore them, like you did the first time, and answer luke.

"before we were together, there were times when i flirted, more like a joke between friends, with bobby, but i swear i stopped! when i realized he genuinely liked me!"

"you let me think it was mutual!"

even though you knew the situation wasn't like bobby had said, you still felt guilty. you didn't want anyone to suffer because of you.

luke understood the situation and noticing how determined bobby was to get answers from you, he kept quiet and let you take the discussion from there. he would clarify the situation later, in private, because although he trusted you, he was also curious.

"bobby..." you started and looked at him, feeling really guilty. "if i knew that your feelings for me weren't going to be just a passing thing, i would have told you from the start that i like luke...so that i wouldn't end up hurting you. you better knew then so you could've get over it by now, than to have hopes and end up hating me."

"too late, y/n. it really hurt me that you disappeared suddenly, and after some time i had to see you at the arm of my band mate."

you sighed and ran your hand through your hair, "if i could turn back time, i would have explained it to you back then."

"yeah, well, you didn’t. so it will take me a while to forgive you." he gestured and then stood up from the sofa. "now let's go, we have a concert to finish!"

he walked out of the room, not looking at you or luke, and was closely followed by reggie and alex, alex putting his hand on your shoulder and smiling encouragingly before walking out the door.

"don't you have to go too?" you asked luke though you wished he didn't have to. you wished to be able to sit next to him and have him hug you, making sure you're not a bad person because of this misunderstanding.

as if he read your thoughts, he approached you and kissed you on the forehead, going to wrap his arms around your waist. "yes, but i'm in no hurry. they can't start singing without the main star." he answered you, adding a joke at the end, as he did every time he saw you sad or thoughtful.

you giggled, resting your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat so you can calm down.

"he will understand at some point that you did not intend to hurt him."

"you think so?" you asked him and let yourself breathe in his perfume.

"i know so."

you smiled and felt like nothing bad can touch you anymore when you are in his arms.

you were truly happy that you've him by your side, even though you've got to be called "homie hopper" by his band mate due to an misunderstanding.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x y/n #luke patterson imagine #bobby shaw #bobby shaw x reader #bobby jatp #love triangle #save jatp

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inkisionary · 5 months

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{ Starter call }

#; 'look at you so carefree...' [open starter]#{Like for a starter yuhyuh}

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onlythebravest · 1 year

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📗 One Line, Any Fic 📘

I love love love these little tag games that are going around, so a big thank you to @kenniewen and @larrysballetslippers for tagging me! I’m supposed to open 10 of my fics (any fic will do), go to somewhere in the middle and grab a line. and then tag 10 people.

I used a randomizer to choose what fics to use bc me and decisions aren’t friends

snapshots of moments

Harry smiled, running his thumb over the peace ring.

Pay Attention (To Me)

From somewhere behind him, Louis heard Zayn mutter, “You’re also easily distracted.”

dream about a summer night

Harry started to walk away before Louis answered, so, Louis called after him, “What about my morning hug?”

why can't we forgive and forget?

“I forgot that you’ve only got another millennium to go. My deepest fucking apologies.”

these arms were made for holding you

Almost five years in and they still couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

a conversation starter

Harry chuckled as he shook his head, not believing the man. “Do you have a name?”

craving a kiss

“Anyone? Pretty sure that if you go down to the pub and shout I want a kiss, you’d get a line of boys.”

we’re forever (and ever and ever and ever)

Harry looked so carefree where he sat with his feet perched on the dashboard, his hair free from its usual constraints and with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose.

a visit from two friendly ghosts

“If by presentable you mean that it looks like you were one kiss away from having sex, then yes,” Harry says.

just come on up with me

“No need to be so feisty, pretty. I’ll just back off and let you do it by yourself then?”

I just realised that by randomising what fics to use, I didn’t manage to include my favorite fic that I’ve written. oh well (if I was talking swedish now, I’d include a Cinderella quote here, from when she’s talking about the ball). and if you’re curious, this is my fav fic I’ve written.

okay, I’m done rambling. now on to the people to tag; (i’m not 100% sure who has done these, but I tried to look) @brightgolden, @thinlinez, @justanothershadeofblue, @beelou, @zanniscaramouche, @cyantific, @larrydoinglaundry, @parmahamlarrie, @polaroidlouis, @huggieshalo. Have fun!!

#gosh i'm rambling so much in this #sorry!#fearsparks updates #fearsparks

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inmydrcams · 7 months

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starter 🤍 @astormymind

Is it breaking in to pick the lock to one of your good old pals just so you don’t have to wait out in the rain? Even if they’re not really an old pal but more of a casual acquaintance who has come in handy once or twice for demon business? And who maybe doesn’t love your presence cause they think you always leave a mess everywhere you go and you still owe them for last time? Oh well, m a y b e . Still, she lights a cigarette and makes herself comfortable, sits down and waits looking out at the walls. Of course those are not that interesting so soon after Johanna is getting up from the chair to pace, some type of anxiety bubbling up inside but trying to keep it at bay. Never let them see your weaknesses.

The cigarette is right about to end when she hears a noise at the door, an actual key opening it this time, and she puts up an itty bitty barrier spell. Don’t know why people keep acting like she's an idiot but she's not taking any chances. Still, there’s a carefree smile on her lips when finally coming face to face with the man known as Alex, who is also the demon known as Barbas. ❝ Long time no see. ❞

#astormymind #this is working with some assumptions so if it doesn't work for you just let me know #ch; j. constantine #{ johanna | IC }#I know you I walked with you once upon a queue.

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thunder-at-dawn · 2 years

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Yearning

word count: 2,311

summary: sometimes, you don’t realize how much you miss something until it’s right in front of you.

this fic is a bit different then my usual ones! i played around with my writing style, and it’s pretty much half tickle fic, half me exploring characterization stuff. it’s a tad bit messy but whatever. anyways i haven’t written any eternalduo fics since last year, and that is too much time for me to not write about them. enjoy! :D

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

extra notes: this fic takes place a couple of days after c!foolish joined the smp, in january of 2021. also, this fic is platonic. if you tag this as romantic i will fight you in a denny’s parking lot at 3am /neg

Foolish didn’t think he would ever see her again. And he still hasn’t, in a way.

When the totem of death had met Eret, she was a powerful being. She could defeat anyone in battle, yet still had the most relaxed, carefree, whimsical personality out of anyone that he had ever met. It was a perfect balance of light and darkness.

When the totem of life had met Eret, she was frantic. Uptight. Cautious. And he didn’t really blame her. She was a king, after all.

He just wondered what had made her this way.

So, here he was, in her castle, wandering and looking for the royal. Foolish wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to speak to Eret. He didn’t even know what he was going to talk about. He just… yearned for her, supposedly.

Some familiar humming could be heard around the corner, and Foolish saw the door to the castle library wide open. Taking a peek inside, he could see Eret walking amongst the bookshelves, a stack of books in her arms. It didn’t take long for her to spot him.

“Foolish?” She questioned.

“…Eret!” He said, stepping inside the room. “Uh, are you busy?”

“Not really. What’s up?”

Foolish paused, wondering what to say next. He didn’t know why, but she seemed to not really know who he was. From her perspective, they had known each other only for a few days. But from his perspective, they had known each other for a whole lifetime.

And he wasn’t sure if “We were best friends years ago and fought against monsters along with a wither cult together, except you don’t seem to remember it or me at all” was the best conversation starter.

“I just… wanted to check in.” He shrugged, walking to her. “How have ya been?”

“I’ve been alright.” She nodded, giving him a soft grin. “How about you? How have you been adjusting to your arrival here?”

Instead of answering right away, a thought crossed his mind. Why was she acting so formal? It was just the two of them…

“It’s been pretty good, yeah.” He said in response.

“Can I help you with anything?” Eret wondered aloud.

“Not particularly, but… is it okay if I stay here for a little bit?” The totem asked, hoping to not intrude.

“Oh, of course!” She nodded. “My castle is a home to all who pass by. You don’t ever have to ask, Foolish.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled as Eret turned back around.

As she went back to stacking books on the bookshelves, Foolish looked around the surrounding area. The walls were sky-high, decorated with paintings and glass mosaic windows. Yet, the library felt small, but not in a bad way. It was homey, in a sense. Multiple chairs were set around a table, an ottoman couch aligned itself against the wall, and the lit fireplace emitted warmth into the library.

Foolish sat down at the table, which had various books and papers scattered about it. “So, what exactly are you doing right now?” He asked.

“Oh, just some organizing.” Eret called back to him.

“You seem like the organizer type.” Foolish thought.

“Hm, I suppose I could be described as such.” Eret said with a light chuckle.

Wait, did he say that out loud?

“It just helps me keep my mind off of things, I guess.” She continued. “I enjoy it, it keeps myself busy.”

Foolish nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes drawn to what was on the table. He could see books open to pages about historical events, and he saw a couple of photos of people he had and hadn’t met yet. Eret walked over, giving Foolish a soft, comforting smile as she placed some books onto the table, and grabbed the ones that were already there. She turned around and started walking away, and Foolish quickly stood up to follow her.

“This castle is really big… did you build it all yourself?” He asked.

“Mostly, with a bit of assistance here and there.” Eret nodded.

She had always had a passion for building. Foolish remembered times of back in the day, when Eret would always talk about large building projects she wanted to do, but didn’t have the time for.

Even with how much she’s changed, it made him happy to see that this passion of hers had stayed the same over time.

Eret hummed to herself, quickly walking amongst the bookshelves and finding the right places to put the books in. Foolish was low-key amazed with how easily she did it, even if it was relatively simple.

“You’re quite intriguing, you know.”

Foolish looked to his friend, who was looking back at him. “…I am?” He raised an eyebrow, confused.

“You are.” Eret nodded, turning back to the shelves. “I know we only met a couple of days ago, but I felt drawn to you, if I’m being honest. I’m not really sure why… it could be your personality, or that we share similar interest in building things… I don’t know. It’s just… you’re a very interesting person, Foolish.”

Foolish kept staring, unsure what to say in response. The royal turned back to see his surprised face, her lips curling into a small, awkward grin.

“Sorry, that was very sudden. I just felt like I should say it.” She apologized.

“No! No, it’s fine! I appreciate it!” Foolish reassured. “Really, I do.”

Eret nodded. “Well, it’s true. You’re very interesting, I’ll admit.”

“…I’m not really surprised that that’s what you think. I mean, they don’t call me “Foolish “Most Interesting God Alive” Gamers” for nothing.” He joked around, knowing no one had ever called him that. The joke made Eret smile, and then it made her laugh. She shook her head, laughing softly at the other’s silly behavior.

As they stood, Foolish’s emerald eyes looked out the window, seeing the dark night sky. “Oh- wow. I didn’t realize how late it was.” He pointed out.

Eret turned, noticing the darkness as well. “Oh my. It doesn’t even feel like you’ve been here for long.” She sighed, turning back to her friend. “Well, you know what they say. Time flies when you’re having fun.”

The totem grinned, happy to know that Eret enjoyed his company.

“I should probably get going.” He said, unsure if he wanted to leave, in all honesty.

“Well, you get a good night’s rest.” She nods. “And like I said earlier, my castle is home to anyone that steps inside. You’re welcome to come and visit any time.”

“I’ll be sure to, Eret.” Foolish nodded in return, leaning forward and placing his hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, as if to say, “I’ll definitely be back.”

However, Eret let out a startled noise, stepping away and placing a hand over her mouth.

Foolish stared at her, intrigued. “What was that?” He asked.

“I- Nothing. It was nothing.” Eret said, looking away and placing one final book on it’s shelf.

“Nothing?” Foolish repeated. “It didn’t seem like nothing, it-”

Oh.

In that moment, Foolish had remembered one small, tiny detail about his friend.

And by the looks of it, it was a detail that had stayed the same about Eret, even after all these years.

“Eret?” Foolish questioned, this time, with mischievous intent that was obvious to the other.

“Foolish, I thought you said you had to get going.” Eret said with a nervous grin.

The god huffed out a breath. “You know what? You’re right. It’s getting dark. I had fun spending time with you, though.” He exclaimed, holding his hand out to Eret. She looked a bit confused at first, but slowly reached towards his hand to give him a handshake. And then…

BZZZT!

As a small spark united between them, Eret burst into giggles, pulling her hand away. “Whahat the hell?!” She asked Foolish, who held a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Gotcha!” He giggled along with her.

“That… that felt weird.” She said, looking at her own hand.

“Weird how?” Foolish smirked, knowing the answer. Eret looked up, giggling with a nervous smile on her face.

“Oh, come on, pal! You were all chatty with me earlier, and now you’re not answering my question! Kind of rude, don’t you think?” He poked at her side a couple of times, watching her flinch and squirm away.

“Fohoolihish-” She snickered, returning to covering her mouth with her hand. She felt the other’s hands wrap around her torso and squeeze at her sides, and she didn’t have time to properly think before her body went limp like jello.

“Oh goHOD!” Eret melted in his hold, uncovering her mouth and letting her laughter flow free.

“Awww, there’s that smile!” Foolish cooed, squeezing up and down and up and down again. He noticed that Eret was losing balance, so he slowly lowered her to the ground, following her down and continuing his playful attack.

“You’re not even fighting back!” Foolish noted out loud, to which his friend let out an embarrassed, giggly whine into his chest. While keeping one hand squeezing away at her side, he surprised her by using her other hand to scribble at her stomach. Eret let out a sudden squeal, her squirming increasing almost instantly. She continued to laugh until she grabbed onto Foolish’s wrists.

“O-Ohokahay! Thahat’s eHEnohough!” She giggled as Foolish’s hands came to a stop. They were looking right at each other, and he could see her smile.

Now, for the past few days of knowing each other, Eret had smiled at Foolish. She had given him small, welcoming, smiles and warm grins. This, however, right now? It was a smile. A large, goofy, genuine smile.

It was the smile that Foolish had recognized from seeing it years ago. It was the smile that would be on Eret’s face whenever exploring a hidden temple. It was the smile that would be on Eret’s face when she was laughing too hard to be able to get out a full sentence. It was the smile that was Eret’s face when she and Foolish had realized that they had defeated the wither cult for good.

And right now, it was the genuine smile that Foolish had longed to see. He didn’t realize how much he wanted to see it. How much he needed to see it. All of those years of memories were flooding back to him, and it made him feel warm inside.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a shriek of his own laughter.

“EHERET-! Wahait! WaHAhait!” He squealed out, feeling fingers start to dance along his sides. “Thihis ihisn’t faHAIHIR!”

“Oh come on, I’m just doing what you did to me! And I, for one, think that’s completely fair!” Eret grinned, swiping her nails across his belly and making him giggle like mad. “Wow, it looks like you’re a lot more ticklish than myself.” She teased.

“NohOHOhoho!” Foolish whined. “Ihi’m nohot!”

“Really?” Eret smirked evilly, more than willing to test that theory. She increased the speed of her fingers, wiggling themselves all around his side and stomach.

“And you’re not even fighting back, either! How adorable…” She smiled, giggling as she watched Foolish’s face become pink with embarrassment. In this moment, her hands trailed down to his hips, lightly scratching along them. Foolish’s laughter went up a whole octave, and he covered his face with his hands.

“Is this a bad spot?” Eret teased, her movements light and taunting. Foolish shook his head no, and the two of them knew that was a lie. She squeezed at his hips and used the tips of her nails to add light scratching to the sensation. The shark hybrid let out a loud snort, laughing and grabbing onto her wrists as she had done with him earlier.

“OKAHAY! Okayokayohokahay! Tihime ohout!!” He insisted, watching as Eret laughed and pulled her hand away. The two of them sat together on the floor, looking into each other’s eyes and letting leftover giggles fill the air.

“I should prohobably go, it’s pretty dark out.” Foolish stated, standing up and helping Eret stand up as well.

“Alright.” Eret sighed, grinning as she held onto Foolish’s hand. “…Foolish, I know we’ve known each other only for a couple of days, but… I have a feeling this friendship will last for a long time.”

We’ve known each other only for a couple of days.

Those words rung painfully in Foolish’s ears. They had a lifetime of memories together as best friends, and she didn’t remember a single one of them.

And before he realized he had done so, Foolish had pulled Eret into a tight hug.

The library that was filled with the joyous sounds of laughter just a few minutes ago was now filled with a cold silence.

Eret paused, surprised, but she hugged him back after a moment. Her warmth made Foolish feel a familiar feeling that he had not felt in a while.

He felt at home.

Eret pulled away, smiling. “I suppose I’ll see you soon?” She asked.

“Yeah… yeah.” Foolish nodded, giving her one last look before walking towards the door. “Night, Eret!”

“Goodnight, Foolish.” She said, following him until he had left the room, and then gently closing the door behind him.

Foolish walked down the halls of her castle, heading towards the entrance to leave. As he walked along the wooden floor, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit upset. He didn’t know what had caused Eret to lose her memories, and he wanted to know. However, the sadness was quickly replaced with a feeling of hope. Hope for a bright future with his friend.

It was just as she said. Even though Eret had only known him for a couple of days, they were already very close.

Maybe one day, they would become as close as they used to be.

#dawn writes #dsmp tickle #switch!eret #switch!foolish #lee!eret #lee!foolish #ler!eret #ler!foolish #c!eret #c!foolish #they’re so scrunkly #eats them both /pos #👑 eret: eyeless monarchy #🦈 foolish: totem of undying

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Breaking up is hard to do. And sometimes there's screaming involved. Taylor Swift’s Tampa fans were ready for it and then some on Saturday night when the 33-year-old titan of pop music closed out a historic three-night stand at Raymond James Stadium.

In some ways, the scene was reminiscent of nights one and two. Ornate costumes themed to each era of Swift’s career were everywhere. A birthday girl wore a sash to mark the occasion. Someone in the lower bowl was completely covered in pink Christmas lights. And there were countless outfits that quoted lyrics (including a little Swiftie wearing one that said, “screaming, crying, perfect storms” on a shirt’s blank space).

Save for the exclusion of “Illicit Affairs,” addition of “Don’t Blame Me,” and two surprise songs—”Mad Woman,” with The National’s Aaron Dessner on piano, and the first live performance of “Mean” since 2018—Saturday’s setlist also didn’t stray far what fans have seen in cities like Glendale, Las Vegas and Arlington.

But the last dance in Tampa was unique from the two before it in a way that fans likely won’t soon forget.

For starters, the third outdoor date of the “Eras” tour was a scorcher. The feels-like temperature before Gracie Abrams opened the show clocked in at 92-degrees. The Los Angeles-born songwriter acknowledged the weather, telling the crowd, "it's hot here, I hope you're drinking water." And while she, and especially direct support beabadoobee, turned in solid rock sets to whet the the palate, Saturday's crowd was thirsty for Swift in a way that the stellar opening night crowd just could not match.

Saturday saw only 614 more people at Raymond James than Thursday—and brought Swift’s three-day attendance total in Tampa to a staggering 206,459—but it sounded like there was an extra bowl’s worth of bodies in the stadium.

After screams pierced the sky as the sun set, Swift directly acknowledged the volume before “Lover,” when she told 69,131 of her biggest fans that they’d reached uncharted levels of “vibes, and screaming, and fashion."

“I think what we have on our hands tonight, Tampa, is a supercrowd,” she concluded.

The screams did not die down. At times—like on “Love Story” and during the high notes on “Don’t Blame Me”— her vocals were drowned out by the singalongs.

Before “Mean” in the surprise song part of the set, she said, “The vocal talent, it’s deafening, it’s just so loud, and that makes it so fun for us.”

She wasn’t lying. Fun and carefree were two prominent moods during the three-hour-15-minute performance. Swift is undoubtedly always confident onstage during concerts, but there were several extra layers of joy in her movements from the get go.

On “Cruel Summer,” she pirouetted as if she didn’t have to be on her feet for 42 more numbers. At least twice in the set, through that trademark red lipstick and beaming white smile, she playfully (and spontaneously?) stuck her tongue out at the crowd (first on “The Man” and then after the “And he never thinks of me Except for when I'm on TV” lyric on “Midnight Rain”). The hair flips on “Look What You Made Me Do” almost felt feral, and tassels on her gold dress shimmered as she spun like a kid in a rainstorm during “Fearless,” where she pointed straight at the stage as she sang, “And I don't know how it gets better than this.”

Swift was just 18 years old when that song, the title track from an album that won two Grammys, came out. And despite the growth she’s experienced since, Saturday night saw Swift meet her wide-eyed fans with the same kind of innocence from that era.

The band and dancers got in on it, too.

On “You Belong With Me,” longtime guitarist Paul Sidoti was beaming in an ear-to-ear smile as his boss laughed while leaning on bassist Amos Heller as she belted out, “Hey, isn't this easy?”

Dancer Jan Ravnik was soaked in sweat during the Red block where Swift gave her hat to a fan on “22,” grabbed their hand and blew a kiss. One dancer (and I swear I will update this post with hithes name when I find out) twice stole the song, once on “Style” and again when he took a solo on “Bejeweled.”

In short, Swift, along with everyone else in the stadium, was on fire.

The only time the crowd ever really hushed was on non-singing passages from Evermore and Folklore cuts like “Cardigan,” as fans hung on to every note, just waiting for Swift to come back to the microphone so they could sing along again.

Swift’s Tampa finale felt like the kind of set an artist plays on the last date of a tour that marks the end of a fruitful career. But at 33 years old—despite 17 years of music behind her—Swift is just entering her prime and absolutely dominating the post-pandemic touring game, with no one even coming close. What’s more is that based on the hordes of super-young fans in the audience, a new generation of Swifties is ready to grow up with the back catalog, and whatever comes next, guiding them to adulthood.

So that’s the big question Tampa fans were left with as the smoke from the post-”Karma” fireworks faded into the humid night. What is next?

In a podcast interview released just months before his death, the late-Laker great Kobe Bryant pushed back when host Jordan Harbinger suggested that he wouldn’t have an artist like Swift on in his car.

“I do,” Bryant said, adding that it’s important to listen to people who do great things.

The Black Mamba noted how long Swift has been on top of the game, and wondered how, and why, she does it. He more or less begged to get into her headspace in the writing room, talked about the challenges of re-inventing yourself, and the pressure of having to be better than your last time on the playing field. The pressure to follow a No. 1 album with an even superior one, Bryant suggested, is unimaginable.

“I don't care if you like her music or if you don't like the music. Look at what she's doing—that's frightening stuff. It's unbelievable to be able to pull that off over and over and over and over,” he said. “I look at things like that, and try to learn from her as much as I can.”

Swift fans have learned to dissect easter eggs in their hero’s movements, but only she truly knows what’s over the horizon or when she’s going to get there. Whatever, and whenever, it is, you can bet that her followers will be there—loud, hot and ready as ever—to cheer her along.

Setlist

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Cruel Summer

The Man

You Need To Calm Down

Lover

The Archer

Fearless

You Belong With Me

Love Story

‘Tis The Damn Season

Willow

Marjorie

Champagne Problems

Tolerate It

…Ready For It?

Delicate

Don’t Blame Me

Look What You Made Me Do

Enchanted

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

I Knew You Were Trouble

All Too Well

(Seven)

The 1

Betty

The Last Great American Dynasty

August

My Tears Ricochet

Cardigan

Style

Blank Space

Shake It Off

Wildest Dreams 35

Bad Blood

Mad Woman

Mean

Lavender Haze

Anti-Hero

Midnight Rain

Vigilante Shit

Bejeweled

Mastermind

Karma

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