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melwilson · 3 years

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Breaking Point

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: none

rating: angst, fluff

a/n: i just realized i haven’t written for steven yet so here u go ;) this has been in my drafts for awhile and i just finished. i really like this one.

Steven Grant Rogers. A name destined to be written down in history books forever. A name that changed the world and opened up its mind to new possibilities, new realities. The name of the man you had fallen in love with. The name of a man who had captured your heart before you had the chance to say no. He was a soldier. A leader. A national hero. To you, however, he was just Steve. A kind man with a good heart and an undeniable compassion for people. He was strong. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. It was damn near impossible to break Steve Rogers. And when he did break, no one saw and no one knew. No one except for you.

You, a former espionage agent for SHIELD. Someone who had unintentionally weaved there way into Steve’s heart. The first thing Steve noticed about you was your worth ethic. You were driven, determined, knew what you wanted, slightly intimidating too. Steve liked that. He admired your kindness and your love for all people. And that smile. God that smile was brighter than the sun and would always send a wave of warmth through him like a fresh cup of coffee. People thought you were hard. Glass shards and bloody knuckles. But if they knew you like Steve did, they’d see the real you. The woman who only liked her eggs scrambled and literally could not function without caffeine. The woman who laughed at dumb dad jokes and cried at the end of corny romance movies.

That was you and that was the you Steve loved. Although, he had never expressed his love for you out loud. You two were complicated. It was evident you wanted to be with each other, but work oftentimes got in the way of things. You didn’t get to spend as much time together as you wanted to and when you did, it was usually interrupted. So until the busyness of life settled down, you agreed that being friends- close friends, friends that loved each other- was good enough.

However, right now was one of the rare moments that you got to be alone. The rest of the team decided to go out for drinks leaving you and Steve together in the tower. You two made dinner together and watched the sunset while you ate. Steve didn’t talk much. He preferred to listen to you. He loved your voice. Some found it gruff, but Steve would say it was music to his ears. It was soft and honeyed and had the rare ability to calm him down at just the sound.

Right now you were telling him about the training exercises you and Maria were putting new candidates through. This year’s class was good, skilled, but only the top twenty would make it through, and you had fifty to choose from. The topic then bounced to how much paperwork you needed to get done and then about the last thing your mother had lectured you about on your last visit to see her.

Realizing you had been talking for far too long, you asked, “What about you, Rogers?”

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “How are you?”

Steve couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked him how he was and had been genuine. Of course he got the, ‘hey, how are you, Cap?’ But that was just common courtesy. Yet, here you were before him, adoration shining in your eyes as you waited for him to respond. “I’m alright. I’m good.”

You cocked your head to the side, studying the man in front of you. His blonde hair sat in an organized mess on his head, just like you liked it. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and black tee that outlined every muscle in his upper body. There was a scratch on his cheek from a recent mission, but the bruises surrounding it were starting to fade. He looked like your Steve. “I don’t believe you.”

“Pardon?”

“Something’s wrong. Somethings off.”

“I’m fine, Y/n.”

You shook your head with a sigh. “Steve, you don’t have to hide anything. It’s just you and me. How are you? How are you...really?” Steve had the tendency to bottle things up and shove his feelings behind him just like you. He was stubborn and headstrong and sometimes it got the best of him. Especially when refusing to talk about his feelings. He preferred to deal with it on his own. His friends had their own baggage and emotions to deal with. He wasn’t going to burden them with his problems too. And that there was one of the many beautiful things about Steve Rogers. He always had the interests of others at heart. He would sit and listen to Nat, Sam, anyone who needed a shoulder to lean on. He would be there. He would always be there. He would carry the burdens of his friends with him to lighten the load on their back. And though he knew they would always do the same for him, he never asked them to. You knew that. Everyone did.

That’s why you were trying to pry your way in. You knew Steve needed to get some things off his chest, express his frustrations, and whatever was nagging at the back of his mind. You could tell. His eyes were an open book to you. The eyes that were usually a bright, ocean blue were dull, light seemingly far. There was a heavy weight behind them, a kind of exhaustion that told you Steve was close to his breaking point.

He glanced over at you holding your gaze. A moment passed before his shoulders slumped and he a ran a hand over his face. He sighed knowing that you weren’t going to give up and you would sit with him until he talked. All because you cared. You truly and deeply cared for the man in front of you. You would be there for him at his best and at his worst, through his highs and his lows and right now was no different. You wanted to be the shoulder for Steve to lean on. You wanted him to pour out his heart to you and carry his load with him. You wanted him. All of him.

“I’m supposed to be strong,” Steve started, “That’s who I am. That’s Captain America. A symbol that is the literal embodiment of strength and courage, but Steve? Steve is weak and broken and so damn tired. And honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Y/n. I can’t keep up with this life anymore. The missions, the fighting, all of it. Not to mention all the drama. I carry the weight of this team on my shoulders and they talk about me behind my back. And I act like it doesn’t bother me, but it does. It does because I feel like I deserve a little bit more respect.” He paused for a moment, hands balled into fists, eyes searching your own. “I’m exhausted, Y/n. I just got back from a two week long mission and Fury just got new intel. A new mission is being planned as we speak. I’ll be gone for only God knows how long just to come back and be sent off again. It doesn’t feel like I’m in control of my own life anymore. And that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that you’re here and I’m not with you. This is the longest we’ve been alone together in months. I’ve got a girl that I really like and I don’t even have enough time to take her out on a proper date. And I ask myself everyday if it’s worth it. And I think ‘of course it is. Why would you ask that kind of question? You get to make the world a safer place. Save lives,’ but how can I save lives when I can barely will myself to get out of bed in the morning? I never thought I’d say this, but I want to give it up. I’m ready to throw in the towel. I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart was heavy as you caught Steve’s eye again. Not once had you seen him so broken, but you should have expected as such from a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was a protector, maybe even a savior to some, and he was a placed on a pedestal and given a crown and he was deemed the golden boy. The fearless warrior. A man of war. A lion. A leader. An Avenger. Captain America. Regardless of his title, he still had a heavy load to bear and he bore it alone so that no one else had to. And every day it became a little harder to conceal. A little harder to hold to back. But he did it anyway. He knew he would reach his breaking point, it was just a matter of time...but if he could hold it off for a little longer. However, right now, in front of you, the time had come. Steve Rogers was completely and utterly broken before you. He was weak and he was worn.

You stood up from your seat slowly, moving to crouch down in front of the blonde so you were looking up to him. Your hands rested on the side of his jean clad thighs, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips. ‘I’m proud of you,” you mumbled, “for opening up. I know it wasn’t easy, but you needed to. Can I be honest with you though?”

Steve nodded as you began to rub circles on his thighs with your thumbs.

“I-I don’t believe you. I don’t think you’re ready to give this up quite yet. There’s no one who loves this job as much as you do. I’ve seen it. I see the way your eyes light up when you get off the jet after a successful mission. I know you love saving the lives of innocent people and getting them the justice they deserve. I know that you love your team, even if they do irritate you. I know that the world needs Captain America. Of course, Tony and Nat and Clint and the rest of the team can get the job done, but you hold that team together. They would be lost with you, Steve. You know that. You and I both do. And yeah, one day it will be too much and one day, you’ll be ready to retire, but you would beat yourself up if you left now. You’re overwhelmed and tired and exhausted. I get it, but you can’t keep holding it in. It’s not selfish to talk about what’s going on, Steve. You can ask for help, you can lean on someone else’s shoulder. You can lean on my shoulder.”

The blonde took your hands tugging you to your feet before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. Immediately, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, fingers fiddling with a loose thread. The way Steve was gazing at you made you nervous. He looked at you as if you were the moon. A light in the darkness. An enforcer of wonder, beauty, love, and amazement. Just when he thought the sunset was the most beautiful part, he saw you and your fresh, new perspective. In a matter of minutes, you were able to lift a part of the burden off of his shoulders, relieving him of his pain and exhaustion even if it was only temporary.

“You’re too good for me,” Steve said softly, letting his free hand run the length of your thigh. “Thank you for being here.”

Your fingers dance through his hair as you nodded. “There’s no other place I’d rather be.”

Adoration could be seen in Steve’s eyes from a mile away. Hesitantly, he leaned up lips brushing yours before pressing to them fully. You hummed into the kiss savoring the feeling of Steve’s lips on yours. This was the first real kiss exchanged between the two of you. There had been attempts, yes, but there had also been interruptions and inconvenient timing. Right now, though, the wait seemed to be worth it. Steve’s hands tugged at your hips, fingers digging into the exposed skin. The moment seemed to last forever, until it didn’t, and you pulled away, lips swollen and panting. Steve let his head fall to your shoulder where his lips peppered soft kissed to the base of your neck and collarbone. The feeling sent a shiver down your spine, eyes fluttering shut.

“What would I do without you?” Steve asked, voice deeper than usual.

“Quit, I guess,” you teased, pulling back to see his face fully.

His demeanor switched to serious, a hint of brokenness in his eyes. “I can’t do this without you.”

You leaned down placing a lingering kiss to the soldier’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

#captain america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #marvel #marvel fanfiction #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fluff #the avengers #avenger imagines #chris evans

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prose-for-hire · 3 years

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Together under the moon

Pairing: Oz x male!werewolf!reader

Request: could I request something for oz? enthusiastic male reader who is mayhaps also a werewolf and has been for him for a while and finally gets the guts to confess to him! whether its fluff or not idc bc I'm a sucker or fluff and angst but i rlly enjoy your work so thank you for seeing this!!!

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Oz gets a little hurt. But nothing is described.

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Thanks for your patience, hope this is okay !! 💜🖤

You had loved him for as long as you could remember now. You had been friends for so long but these feelings that you harboured in private you just weren’t ready to share. You didn’t want to lose the close relationship you already had.

You were completely, blissfully head over heels for him. Oz. He acted so cool and unaffected, but you knew that he had such a sweet and kind soul.

And he got you, like he really got you. He was a werewolf like you.

Becoming a werewolf had never really been on your bucket list. You had been bitten one evening when you had taken a misguided walk after dark. It had devastated you at first. You had confided in him, knowing already that he was a werewolf too. He had helped you adjust. Pulled you into a hug when you thought you couldn’t go on that way any longer. It had near-broken his heart when he saw you that way. You were usually so enthusiastic and sweet.

You had been worried when you thought he was graduating, wishing that you could still see him every day. Spend all your time together. In comfortable silence and others with you chattering, gushing over your interests. Him encouraging you softly. He near melted for you. So, when you found out he was re-doing the year you were secretly so pleased.

You were the reason he realised he was attracted to men. He had just gone ‘huh’ and shrugged when he realised and just accepted that he liked you. Only now, it was hard for him to actually verbalise his affection for you.

He found expressing his earnest feelings harder despite how often he tried. He would open his mouth, ready to confess how much he wanted you to be his boyfriend. But then you would look up form what you were doing and make his words fade back into nothing.

It was afternoon and you and Oz had a free period together. You loved this time of day because you could spend it just you and him. You rush into the library, a whirlwind of enthusiasm as you sat beside him and waved a little. He began to smile in that wry way he would when you made your presence known to him.

You had run in, gushing over everything that had happened and excited you in the last few hours since you saw him. He listened closely, he always did when you spoke. Even when he wasn’t as invested in the topic as you were, he always loved hearing your infectious excitement.

“Cool, man, very cool” He nodded. He adored you. Your enthusiastic nature was incredibly endearing to him. He wanted to spend all of his time with you.

“What’re you working on?” You asked, a smile tugged at his lips again. When you asked questions you were always genuinely interested in the reply. Ready to hang onto every word. You were special to him.

“Another song - for tonight. We thought as a band we’d give the whole gig thing a go”

“Nice! Are you gonna play ‘Together under the moon’?!” You couldn’t hold yourself back from gushing, that song was one of your favourites by Dingoes. Saying that, you did claim this about all the songs they played.

“Yeah, it’s on the setlist” Oz shrugged a little but his face always softened when he was talking to you. In a way it never did with anyone else, no matter how fond of them he was.

“You’re super talented! You say you wrote that one by yourself?” You praised him, missing the slight blush tinging his complexion as you laid such kind words upon him. He began to open his mouth to speak, to explain his inspiration behind it.

But he was interrupted as everyone else rushed into the library, their faces were solemn.

Giles explained that there was a wolf hunter in town. A really cruel one, his speciality was hunting werewolves while they were human, catching them and hunting them for sport later. It made everyone in the room’s blood run cold. Especially yours and Oz’s. You weren’t only worried about yourselves, but the idea of the other getting taken this way. It was horrible to even think about it.

There was a tenuous plan, whereby Giles suggested that you would have to wait it out until research told you otherwise. The group split into two halves so that you and Oz were split up and the others can provide back up. That way, if the hunter came across one of you, he wasn’t able to potentially capture the both of you at the same time.

You were both incredibly important parts of the Scooby gang so everyone nodded along to this plan, wanting to assist you both the best they could.

You didn’t want to be separated from him and the lingering gaze he gave you told you that he didn’t want to part from you either. He loved you, wanted to be there with you. Even if neither of you had spoken on it, in this moment somehow you knew. Even if you were still nervous to act on it.

Oz left you in the care of Willow and Giles. You were nervous, pacing and wringing your hands. You had so much nervous energy. The further he was away from you the harder it felt. You couldn’t bear being away from him.

You eventually sat down, leg bouncing still but you had appeared to calm down a little.

“You should tell him, you know…” Willow said kindly, watching how your gaze was still on the door from where Oz and the others had left through.

“What?” You asked. You were fond of Willow, she had been very nice to you ever since you had come out to her. She understood, maybe even more than she comprehended herself.

“U-uh, you and Oz with the softness and the heart-eyes” She murmured a little, faltering as she realised she could have gotten it wrong. But you smiled at her.

“Is it obvious?”

“Only to people with eyes” She said, although she was smiling. Trying to distract you from your worry. To give you something to hold on to. Telling him how you felt.

You appreciated her friendship and her encouragement. You felt Oz’s eyes on you when you were in the same room. You dared to hope he felt the same, just like how you had read his expression earlier. His innate need to be by your side. Because you felt it too.

But you often second-guessed yourself. You could have been projecting your own feelings. But hearing this from Will just confirmed it. Your love was shared.

The sun had set and it was early evening. You were still in the library with your minders. Willow was practicing a few spells just in case the hunter came your way. Just as she whispered a few practice incantations there was a massive bang at the door.

All three of you jumped, looking up. Hoping it had been Willow’s spell gone wrong and not worse.

Buffy and Xander ran in, turning your fears true. It was Oz. The hunter had managed to take him. Buffy was limping, holding her side. You didn’t blame her. you thanked her for protecting him the best you could. But you got angry yourself. Because it was him.

Your usual demeanour changed. Had an edge to it. You were kind-hearted and near wholesome for the most part but not now. Not when he was in danger. His heart called out to you. His cries. You felt it in your very soul.

You ran to where Buffy had said that it had happened. They warned you against it, tried to stop you but you just ran. As fast as your legs could take you. Through the thick undergrowth and past crumbling cemetery plots.

You saw blood. A trail of it. Leading towards the abandoned warehouse on the corner. You couldn’t not follow it, despite your instinct telling you it was going to be bad.

You felt this pull. This need for you to follow the path. The path to him.

You ran into the room, spotting him immediately. He had gotten away. Managed to release himself from the hunter’s grip but not without being hurt in the process. He had

“Oz!” You shouted, voice echoing around the abandoned warehouse. He was crouched on the floor holding his side.

“God, Oz, are you okay?!” You ran full speed over to him kneeling beside him, “I couldn’t stay away, I came as soon as I could!” You explained, your touch gentle with him, expecting the damage. You lifted his shirt up gently. Luckily it was a surface wound but you would patch him up once you got him back to your place. You explained this to him.

“It’s ok” He shook his head at you, his hand resting over yours as you let go of his t-shirt, “I knew you were there with me”

“Yeah?”

“We’re always together under the moon” He said, wincing slightly after the fight he had put up against the hunter. The song. It was about you.

You gasped, whispering feelings that had only been allowed the release in this moment. You cupped his cheek, eyes staring into the other’s.

You needed to leave, before the hunter tracked his blood the way he had. Your werewolf instincts made it easier, but it was only a matter of time.

But before you helped him to his feet, took his weight and helped him back to yours, there was something you had to do. It had been building between you for so long. You knew so completely that he was yours. Wanted you to be his. You just had to.

You kissed him. You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You had almost lost him. Your lips met his and he responded immediately. Pulling you closer, the scratch forgotten with his innate need for you. Instinctual yearning. Love. All of it. In that moment, neither of you knew where he ended and you began. You were connected. Soulmates. This kiss, passionate and full of urgency told you everything. Confessed all. As if you could read the other’s thoughts. The wolves inside you that had been calling for so long for the other took over.

This was no mere lust. Both of you with this kiss weaved stories of love. Of adoration. Desperation to name this feeling.

You were destined to be together, hold each other this way. To love him was as easy as breathing and as soon as you thought it, he knew.

From that moment, you truly would always be together. Connected by love. The moon blessing your union.

#Oz #Daniel Osbourne #Oz x reader #Oz imagine #Oz x you #btvs #btvs x reader #btvs x you #btvs imagine #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #buffyverse #male reader #male #werewolf reader #wolf

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yioh · 3 years

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hii yura, i've been reading kieta hatsukoi and bloom into you recently and because you sometimes post manga stuff that looks interesting i wanted to ask if you could recommend some other lovely stories? :) also no pressure to answer this <3

oh yes i can definitely do that !! ill try and separate them by genres <3

romance :

sasaki to miyano - a school life romance between 2 boys, miyano who is obsessed with all things bl and sasaki who is 1 year older then miyano and is absolutely smitten by him,, they basically become friends and miyano ends up lending a ton of bl manga to sasaki and their entire relationship is miyano babbling on about whatever new bl he read and sasaki just being . heart eyes af :’) also it’s important to know that the author said they don’t regard this manga itself as a bl, it’s just a romance that happens to be between 2 boys,, you’ll understand why as u read it but dkdhdkdj it’s so adorable and cute and pretty and also has a fun cast !!!! ( also getting an anime in 2022) but i think the best part of this manga is miyano’s self discovery and him thinking about his own relationship w his interest in bl, it’s super super interesting …

run away with me girl - this is basically a romance about a girl called maki, she’s a phd student who has no idea what she wants to do w life and is enduring her nagging mother constantly telling her to get married, and then comes in her first love from her student days misaki !!! the dreamy and free misaki who always had both of them running off somewhere to go on adventures, only she’s now pregnant and apparently getting married soon? this is a story about a girl who wants to run away from the world and her lover who will hold her hand and take her all across the universe if that’s what she wants … the art is so so so spectacular you must must MUST read this, it takes u away into a whole other world ….

i hear the sunspot - this manga centres around taichi, a financially struggling student who’s constantly looking for part time work because he keeps getting fired for his fiery loud personality, and kouhei, another student who has a hearing disability. the way it shows the 2 of them falling in love so slowly but surely just feels so real ??? and believable ?? and it also talks so much on what having that disability entails and how it affects how u treat the world and how the world treats you in turn, it’s a very very interesting read !!!! also once again the art is … gorgeous

still sick! - this manga takes place in a company where shimizu, competent member of staff who is looked up to by all her juniors, has a secret hobby of being into gl manga,, and she ends up getting discovered by maekawa, her coworker.. maekawa ends up wiggling her way into shimizu’s life and they both have the cutest and chaotic relationship and they both have the most Beautiful impact on each others life, growth and self discovery ?? it’s a story about finding your way in life you could say, w load of comedy and romance <333

kieta hatsukoi - a school life story that revolves around aoki and his 3 friends !!! aoki basically has a crush on hashimoto (the girl who sits next to him) and finds out that She has a crush on iida, and then (yes there’s more djskdhdk) iida somehow misinterprets and finds out that aoki has a crush on iida himself 😭 now this might sound like a super tiring storyline but it’s the most beautiful love triangle ( if you can call it that even) i’ve ever seen and i enjoyed every single page of it, all the characters are SO endearing and the friendships are so wholesome and the comedy and art style is amazing … overall good vibes and will make u smile sm just please please trust me on this one chsndjxksm it’s so good ….

fantasy :

witch hat atelier - tbh i don’t know how to describe this story in a way that can encompass completely everything it is about, but it’s probably one of the, if not the, best story i’ve ever read :))) it takes place in a world where magic exists, magic that can be accessed through the art of drawing ! coco, due to unfortunate accidents, ends up becoming a magic apprentice of a man named qifrey along with 3 other girls and it’s a story that revolves around … learning, the morals and ethics of magic, what kind of magic is evil and what kind is good? it had lowkey made me cry on certain parts, not because of sadness but it just … made me think in a way i have never before?? it told me things i never knew i wanted to be told and yeah it jdhzkxjxjz also it has the most ENDEARING cast and i love them all and their dynamic together, not to mention the art ??? THE ART !!!! look it up because hdjdkxjsks BREATHTAKING …. it’s a story that has children characters and treats them exactly how children are meant to be treated :’) it will make u very nostalgic of ur childhood hxksndk

jujutsu kaisen - ok we’ve all heard of this one but ima put it in anyways bec imo the manga is suuuch an amazing read and it’s defo worth it even if you’ve seen the anime :’) gege’s sketchy art style is amazing and all the fight scenes are so cool and the way the story weaves together is just *chefs kiss* also has some very amazing and heartbreaking character arcs !!!!!

chainsaw man - i honestly don’t know what to say about this at all …. as in …. you should read it 100% but there is no way i could ever describe this manga other than, please read this in its entirety with no context i swear to god it’s a … uh…. experience 😭😭😭😭😭 but yeah in general it’s an action/fantasy manga and has some very complex storytelling !! :)

#talk to me!#reccs #i feel like i always go overboard in descriptions but it’s so hard to get the correct vibes across hdkxbskdzn

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alison-anonymous · 4 years

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what the hair?! ♡ varian

What the Hair ♡ Varian Imagine

Requested: noootttt exactllyyy, but @technolilly gave me the idea. Darling, if you're reading this, let me know what you think!!! 😉😁

Warnings: lovestruck Varian😍

Summary: basically the first episode of the Tangled series, but I weaved the reader in and tweaked a couple things!

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Your life was incredibly complicated.

Like seriously, if someone were to give out an award for Most Complicated Life, you would win the title, hands-down.

You were Y/n L/n, daughter of the infamous L/ns, or, as they are better known among the criminals as, the Kingdom Snatchers. Not a very creative name, but then again, their title was given to them by the puny-minded brains of burglars, thieves, and murderers. Your parents were villains who would weave their way into a perfect kingdom with the perfect Queen and King, and take over their kingdom before they reached dessert. They would murder the real Queens and Kings, imprison the citizens, and then leave the kingdom in ashes. They were driven to practical insanity from their corrupted, power-loving minds and became known and feared in all of the lands. Wanted posters littered the forests, offering generous amounts for their capture. But of course, anyone who tried to get close to them ended up dead.

And of course, after they had you, they tried to teach you their ways to become a Kingdom Snatcher so you could take over once they got old and withered. You were supposed to become a vicious, kniving, power hungry, and insane mass murderer/dictator/whatever the hell you want to call it.

There was only one problem.

You didn't want to be the bad guy.

Of course, your parents were furious. If you weren't willing to become an evil thief like them, then of what use were you to them? To have the ability to watch you grow up, living a happy and healthy life, making them proud that their daughter was able to find her own source of happiness in life? Ha! Your parents were killers! If you didn't want to join them, they might as well kill you and keep trying until one of their kids decided they loved the evil life.

And so, you did the only thing you really could do.

You ran away. You were only 7, hardly a child.

And as time went on, you learned how to fend for yourself against the treacherous ways of the world. You were alone for most of your life. And after a while, you began to fear that it might just stay that way. Until you met a certain blonde princess with seven feet of hair, and everything changed.

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It was a bright, shiny morning; a morning that Rapunzel would fall in love with. You were out looking for the certain blonde herself, and lucky you to have found her sitting next to the fountain with her favorite Lady in Waiting.

“I was thinking about your hair,” Cassandra said as you walked up to them, pressing your hands on Rapunzel’s shoulders. She gave you her signature bright grin and motioned for you to join them. “Maybe we can find a way to get some answers discreetly, just us.”

“Ooh, mischievous,” you giggled. “I like it.”

Rapunzel nodded and leaned her head on your shoulder. “I mean, I still think you’re being a bit unfair about the Eugene thing, but what do you have in mind?”

Cassandra’s features grew a little more excited as she used hand gestures. “Well, I’ve heard stories about this guy named Varian. Apparently, he’s some kind of wizard.”

Your eyes raised slightly at the sound of his name. Varian... where had you heard of him before? Probably from some of the little off-their-rocker villagers. Rapunzel seemed pretty excited too as she clapped her hands together like a giddy child. “Wow! A real wizard? Like with a pointy hat and casting spells and stuff?”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Those only exist in fairy tales. My money says he’s selling something. Probably laxatives.”

Cassandra did her best to hide her laugh, but was still smiling as she continued. “No, girls we have to be careful. Very little is known about him and what is isn’t that good. He’s dangerous.”

“But if we want answers, he’s our best bet right?” Cass nodded.

“Looks like we have a wizard to visit!”

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It didn’t take long to make it to Varian’s house, which was in Old Corona. The house looked simple enough, had it not been for the dark and foreboding feeling that apparently only existed in Rapunzel’s brain as the three of you approached the door. It was actually a quaint little thing, simple colors, no broken boards or cobwebs, and was decently larger than the other houses you had passed by.

“It looks nice,” Rapunzel spoke nervously. “In an I-wish-I-said-goodbye-to-my-loved-ones-before-I-left sort of way.”

Cassandra pushed open the door just before you could warn them about the importance of knocking and you all proceeded into the dimly lit house. The shadows seemed to crawl towards you as you help up the caboose of the line, Cass leading the way through the halls of the house until you finally pushed through a door surrounded by some very suspicious looking fog.

“Geez, I guess those laxatives must really be working,” you joked as you propelled yourself through the cool mist. It passed through the soft fabric of your pants and your combat boots as Cassandra pushed open the door revealing yet another dimly-lit room covered in fog. Who was this guy? Just as you were about to speak, Cassandra’s boot made contact with some sort of string on the ground, triggering a myriad of complicated reactions that ultimately ended up with some sort of magenta ball being launched at your feet. You let out a shriek as it exploded into a goopy substance, gluing your feet to the ground. The three of you struggled to get yourselves free.

“A booby trap? Really?” Rapunzel grunted.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Raps, we just need to-” Suddenly a very scary, very robotic looking figure emerged from the shadows. Your heart began to pound faster inside your vest-covered chest as your eyes widened in terror.

“W-who... is...that?” You could barely muster as the figure got closer. Two, electric yellow orbs were all that you could see as Rapunzel held an arm out protectively in front of you.

“What do you want?” The voice boomed throughout the halls, striking terror into your heart. Your mouth fell open as you stared, slight PTSD forming from all of the moments you spent witnessing your parents torture innocent people.

“U-um, hi, sir, I really hate to bother you, but I was just wondering if I could get your help about my hair,” Rapunzel did her best to hide her stutter. “Because you’re such a magic exper-”

“Magic?” The metal laxative man robotically asked. “I do not work with magic!” He suddenly lifted the helmet off of his head to reveal someone a hell of a lot less intimidating and, dare you say, kind of... insanely cute. “I mean, technically, it’s alchemy but...” He drawled off the moment he laid his adorable blue orbs on you. It was almost as if though he had gotten lost in a trance as his eyes looked over every inch of you before finally resting on your face once again, a twinkle in his eyes that, the more you looked at it, reminded you of the way Eugene looked at Rapunzel.

A little butterfly flew around in your stomach.

“Um, hate to interrupt, but um what is this stuff?” Rapunzel awkwardly chuckled, breaking whatever just happened between you and this supposed “Varian.” Your cheeks held a tinge of pink to them as he quickly regained his composure, a bit of a blush to his own as well.

“Oh! Um, this is a chemical compound of my own design. We have a little bit of a beautiful- I MEAN critter problem,” he chuckled, glancing at you as he pulled out the “neutralizing particle” and sprinkled it over all of your guys’s feet. You watched with an amazed expression as the compound instantly dissipated before your eyes. Varian smirked slightly at your reaction.

“I am so, so sorry, Your Highness.” He bowed to Rapunzel.

“Your Highness?” Rapunzel asked in confusion. “You know who I am?”

“How could I not? Look at your hair!” He suddenly realized the error in his exaggeration and quickly apologized. God, how could one person contain to much adorableness?

...Wait, what?

“Rapunzel is just fine,” Raps smiled at him. “And this is Cassandra, and Y/n.” Cass gave him a firm nod and you offered him a polite smile. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer.

“Y/n... okay! Anyway, so fantastical stories about your hair have spread throughout Corona. Most people think that it’s magic, but as you’ve probably learned by now, I don’t believe that.” You couldn’t help but smile at his boldness, the pride that he took in his work. He seemed to have something that you only wished you could have: pride.

“Listen kid, we’re kind of in a hurry here, but let’s just get one thing straight here. Everything that happens here stays here, you got-”

“I don’t think we need to threaten him, Cass,” you quickly removed her hand from Varian’s shirt and gave her a reassuring smile. “He seems pretty harmless. Right?”

He quickly nodded his head, like a love struck puppy as he stared at you. After figuring out that Rapunzel’s hair no longer held its fantastical healing properties, Varian stuck her in a machine that he apparently made himself to determine the entire chemical makeup of any substance.

“Woah,” you breathed as you stared at the great machine. “This is... amazing, you built this yourself?”

“Y-You think so?” Varian giggled, a bright crimson tinting his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.”

“It’s incredible.”

“You’re incredible.”

“What?”

“What?” You were both staring at each other with wide eyes until you finally started giggling.

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly and turning back to watch as the machine tried taking an axe to her hair. Little did you know that he was still staring at you the entire time. Time seemed to practically fly by as Eugene came in and then a bunch of Varian’s underground machines suddenly became radioactive or something. Cass and you went out to find him and before you knew it, Old Corona was in near ashes.

You slowly approached Varian after his father had talked to him, and by the looks of it, it hadn’t gone well. You stopped when you were just behind him, trying to debate whether or not you should put your hand on his shoulder.

“Varian...” You began, but stopped, trying to form the right words in your brain. He turned to look at you and instantly became flustered once again.

“Y/n, I am so, so sorry for this, I swear that I-”

“It’s okay, Varian,” you assured him, flashing him a smile and tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. “I mess up too. But that doesn’t mean that we’re any less amazing.”

A small smile grew onto his lips at your words and he let out a soft chuckle. A short, comfortable silence fell between you two as you stared into one another’s eyes until he broke it. “Hey... I know we just met, but would you want to... umm... hang out sometime?”

“I’d love that,” You couldn’t help but grin.

♡ a.a.

#tangled varian #varian #varian x reader #tangled varian x reader #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled season 3 #tangled imagine #tangled the series

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Can you tell me the songs that express Shinee's style through the years ? PS: I'm sure your week will end up well !! All the love xxxxx

Anon u rly have me googling “SHINee discrography in order” on my work computer rn lmao

I’m gonna try to do 1 title track + 1 bside per year and see where that takes me lmao but I’m only going to do Korean releases bc if I added Japanese songs into the mix I’d simply explode it’s too much

2008:

Replay (obviously) is just pure SHINee essence at its finest in my opinion. Sweet and cute and catchy all at once. Timeless.

Love Should Go On it’s kinda funky, lots of minkey rapping which is just *chef’s kiss* but also the added plus of baby Taemin rapping as well, plus jongyu’s beautiful vocals. Idk there’s just something about this song that I’ve always adored. Maybe because it features all five members’ voices in ways that worked for them, which wasn’t super typical in the earlier albums since Taemin’s voice was still developing. Adorable.

2009:

Ring Ding Dong (yes I’m picking it over Juliette it was a rough decision but I did it) it’s just such typical SHINee in the sense that it’s a timeless bop, everyone knows it, everyone remembers it. Everyone knows NEVER to listen to it before an exam (which I learned the hard way in college bc I thought it was fake as fuck but then haha middle of a history final mumbling ringadingdingding elastic fantastic in my gotdamn head it’s a miracle I passed that exam lmao)

Romeo+Juliette it’s not like a super popular song I don’t think? But again, there’s just something about it that’s so purely SHINee. The beat, the way they sing so well together, the way their voices just match & compliment each other’s so well? It’s a little slower paced, but you could definitely still dance along to it. Kinda sensual I guess? A good teeny bopper song by a teeny bopper band of teeny bopper boys. Was my absolute favorite song all through high school lmao the way jonnghyun’s voice is so soft yet powerful at the same time? Spectacular.

2010:

Lucifer I mean it’s just obvious again like Replay, it’s what dragged me into the pits of Kpop hell. Everyone knows Lucifer. It’s quintessential Kpop at this point. Taemin’s dang stripey shirt hypnotized me in that dance practice Istg.

A-Yo is sweet and funny and silly and still so so good all at the same time. Taemin essentially calls you a dumbass in the first like 45 seconds but manages to do it sounding sweet as could be. Really uplifting. Catchy. Easy to sing along to. Listen to it whenever you’re sad and I’m telling you it’s instant happiness. Minho actually gets to sing in it and his voice is just lovely I adore this song with my whole heart. It’s lighthearted and fun. SHINee to me had always just been a group that’s uplifting and comforting, and this song is, in my opinion, the greatest example of that.

2011 (they didn’t have any Korean releases in 2011 so bonus songs from earlier years!)

The SHINee World (Doo-Bop) [2008] I mean I feel like this is self explanatory. Dibidibidiss my name is Minho.

Jo Jo [2009] again, SHINee’s just good at happy fun sweet songs. Jo Jo is always fun to sing along to.

Electric Heart [2010] is a bit darker in the way it feels. Very sensual. Breathy voices and all that. I was super obsessed with this song in high school as well idk. A nice look at SHINee transitioning into a bit more of a mature group, breaking away from the typical teeny bopper boyband vibe. Still funky fresh tho.

2012:

Sherlock aside from being the only title track from 2012 lmao SHINee have often mentioned this was when they felt like they really started acting like a Team and relying on each other more heavily. This was also when the Cold War took place but I personally don’t remember seeing any of it, so to me, Sherlock was just a cool song with a cool dance and Taemin having a terrible weave (and I got in trouble during an after school religion class bc I showed my friend Taemin’s shirtless promo pic and the Youth Leader thought it was porn lmao)

Honesty was a song that really felt personal, idk why. Like the members singing directly to us. Soft and sweet and still so meaningful. Like I’m gonna cry just thinking abt it lmao

2013:

Everybody so 2013 is so hard bc so many good songs came out that year. Like I genuinely am having a hard time deciding, but I think Everybody is a good pick because it shows how SHINee has never been afraid to experiment with their sound. It sounds totally different than anything else they had ever put out, but it still was so SHINee. It’s powerful and it makes you pay attention and like lmao god I’m not quiet abt loving a man in uniform so the wardrobe rly did it for me. But also wow all of their vocals are so good in this song THE LONG HIGH NOTES love it love to see it.

Beautiful just seems like a good pick. Again, 2013 is jam packed with amazing songs, it’s difficult to narrow it down. But beautiful was a song that was always super comforting as well. Their high notes and the way they sing together. Idk. I adore this song.

No Korean releases in 2014 and I’m getting tired lmao so no bonuses

2015:

View of course. Still the best summer bop in existence. We really see the members start to get more involved in this song specifically, from Taemin choosing the choreographer, Jonghyun writing lyrics as always, and Key picking the wardrobe. It’s a fun lighthearted song. I still listen to it when I drive by the beach because that’s just the vibe. Definitely a turning point for them, in my opinion, because this is when I think they really become more mature? Idk how to explain it. They don’t seem like a “boyband” anymore at this point to me, they’re just a band.

An Encore genuinely brings me to tears anytime I listen to it. It’s a SHINee ballad, and a really soul crushing one at that lmao. Idk why it’s soul crushing, necessarily, it just is.

2016:

1 of 1 is funky and fun and goofy and just so so SHINee. It’s not that other groups wouldn’t be able to perform a song like 1 of 1, it’s that SHINee performed it in a way that no other group could do it. They take every song they’re given and make it theirs, really. They own it.

Beautiful Life is another song that just makes you happy. It’s a ballad and it’s sweet and Jinki wrote the lyrics why am I only just finding this out now??! It’s a beautiful life. SHINee will always remind you of why life is worth living, tbh. Minho’s voice is beautiful in this song just a fun fact.

No korean releases in 2017

2018:

Good Evening 2018 is really hard for me to pick tbh. But Good Evening is a song that’s so heartfelt and emotional and soul crushing while still being fun? Maybe I’m projecting my own feelings from the time it was released to the song itself, but whatever. Good Evening is a bop. Love it. Makes me cry literally every gotdamn time I listen to it love that love crying on the freeway blasting this song it’s great.

Undercover was a personal favorite. Tbh a lot of the songs released in 2018 were very hard for me to listen to, and I still haven’t listened to all of them. I just can’t do it yet. But Undercover was fun and funky and idk, that’s just what SHINee is all about.

No releases in 2019 or 2020

2021:

Atlantis listen, this is also a hard decision. Don’t Call Me is quintessential SHINee in the way that it strays from the norm, it’s them trying something entirely new to them, but Atlantis feels like coming home after being away for a long time. It’s not that it’s the same kind of song they usually do, but there’s just something about that’s so familiar and comfortable.

Area is a song I cannot listen to without crying my eyes out. Doesn’t matter how many times I listen to it, doesn’t matter what time of day it is, doesn’t matter what I’m doing. It’s a beautiful song written by Minho and we all know it’s for Jonghyun. And that’s what SHINee is all about, too. It’s about the five of them being together, working together, being a team. The song makes me cry, sure, but it’s a good kind of cry. Also their voices are so beautiful as always.

HONORABLE MENTION

I fucking love Body Rhythm [2021] we all know I love Body Rhythm I feel personally victimized by Minho for promising a Body Rhythm performance and NOT FOLLOWING THROUGH I still nag him abt it on bubble idgaf. Anyways it’s sexy and horny and makes me wanna dance with someone while drinking a vodka cranberry and wearing skimpy clothes and red lipstick WHERES MY BODY RHYTHM PERFORMANCE CHOI MINHO YOU ABSOLUTE T E A S E

#anon #shinee #this was fucking Difficult #their discography is too much I have a headache this was too much lmao

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yoditorian · 3 years

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okokok babe u know i have so many thoughts (and i wish to god my memory was good enough to pull my favourite quotes rn but even then every word is gold i’d simply end up sending u back the whole of lacuna)

and i know i’m always saying the same stuff to u but

favourite parts are so hard to narrow down i lose my mind over all of it okokok:

the entire conflict you created with the creed, how real you made it feel in line with what we know as canon, how invested and emotional you’ve made me over rebel’s relationship with it too,,, it’s genuinely something that’s so hard to pin down and you’ve done it flawlessly

the parallels you’ve created and importance you’ve stressed on cork, on the crest, on the blanket. things that have stayed with us and got us thinking every time one of these things has come up because you’ve woven it into the story so intricately that we know we’re in for an emotional time when they’re mentioned??? impeccable

the general presence of shara and kes, two characters we only really know exist and know so little about if we’re not up to speed on all the extended material, is really something that just fills my heart. not only does it weave rebel into canon just a little more (and absolutely realistically) but giving them the family they deserve and making them so real and pulling them off flawlessly to get us attached even if we don’t really know them before name

i could go on forever bUT

i’m simpLY so proud of you and what you’ve achieved through this series. you were so nervous to post it but you did it anyway and in doing so you’ve blessed us with this beautiful piece of work i think about every day of my life and really can’t get enough of. i am in awe of u and your talent and i can’t wait to read everything you ever gift us because your grasp on characters, the stories you can tell, how vivid and raw you’re able to make them? incredible, outstanding, unparalleled

(there’s an irony somewhere between the definition of lacuna and the spot it (and u) now take up in my heart)

lets celebrate lacuna!!

i’m still crying i’m gonna be real with u🥺🥺🥺

i had to put a cut in because this just got Too Long okay okay lets get into it

i cannot tell u how many times i rewatched the covert scenes like,,,,i really feel like everything (especially what goes down in the forge) is deeply steeped in tradition. it really is religious, more so than i’d argue something like the jedi are, and i didn’t want to make it seem like that didn’t matter (although season 2 kind of said fuck the creed so that’s neither here nor there). and rebel’s relationship with it is Very Tenuous because like,,, okay yeah they want to see his face and be able to be with him but they’d never ever tELL him that because it’s so ingrained in who he is. like they love it because they love him and they’d never dare to assume there’s anything more important to din than the creed. they’re wrong tho.

i really wanted to include a character like cork because din needed to have that very sudden realisation that actually, what he’s done is a huge deal privately or not. cork never thought anyone would find out what he’d done until it got out of hand and that sparks a very real fear in din. cork’s story as a whole was also really important to make din come to the realisation that rebel IS more important to him than the creed, and in a way i think he thinks of himself as weaker than cork for not being able to uphold that.

its no secret how much i love the crest okay like,,,,, i cried real tears when she died (yes, died. she was a character). and i absolutely adore how the outer shell is sort of patchwork and mismatched, and it just has sUCH ‘lovingly restored’ vibes. its also kind of din’s primary home and again i wanted it to link back to rebel in a way that maybe he hadn’t thought of until they were apart. i genuinely can’t watch The Scene but every time i rewatch the first season and see the ship stripped by the jawas it makes it so much more obvious that this is where he lives. that’s the one place in the whole galaxy he can be just himself, in much the same way that rebel becomes that safe space.

the blanket in all honesty started out as an extremely self indulgent motif bc i still have my baby blanket that my nan crocheted for me. but it kind of became the way for rebel to have a piece of din with them even when he wasn’t around. and then it’s the bridge between rebel and grogu, and him falling asleep wrapped in it kind of physically demonstrates the type of comfort that din feels around rebel. much like chapter four on sorgan it kind of gives him a window into a life he so desperately wants but just can’t have.

shara and kes are literally the loves of my life okay i could write a whole thing about them (like genuinely i was gonna go into their relationship at one point but i simply didn’t have the space). like you say there’s not a lot of material on them and i haven’t massively dived into it outside of who they are and what they did, but there’s so much potential there. i really wanted to explore the mechanics of the rebellion in a way that’s believable and sometimes i feel like too many OCs can take you out of the universe a little bit in that respect. another thing that drew me to these two specifically was the way that poe immediately takes finn under his wing in TFA like,,, he had to have learnt that somewhere and i liked the parallel of both poe and his mum seeing this new person who others in their organisations might be wary of and decide that actually that’s their new best friend. it cements that idea of rebel starting to find somewhere they belong and establishing a life for themselves instead of just existing for din and his conflict with his creed.

i could write a whole other essay about how much of a rock YOU have been through this whole journey like,,, the literal reason this was ever posted is because you encouraged me and inspired me and you will never ever know how grateful i am for that bc i literally cannot put it into enough words. over the course of writing this fic not ONLY has rebel found a friend and themselves but so did i and that’s down to you 💛

#i went OFF im so sorry #i literally had a snack break in the middle of this #i got mushy at the end im sorry #but its true #lacuna asks #from liz

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Playing Cupid: Chapter 2 (Witney & Shalaska) - Rosie

Summary: Overworked and underpaid, two personal assistants meet in an unsuspecting way. Bonding over their hatred for their ridiculous working conditions and cruel bosses, they hatch a plan to solve all their problems, discovering along the way that sometimes… love needs a little assistance.

Chapter Summary: With their plan set in place, Willam and Courtney pull back the strings of their love bow and arrows and aim straight for their respective bosses, Sharon and Alaska, all the while ignoring the hearts forming in their own eyes.

A/N: Thank you for loving chapter one of Playing Cupid! Here’s chapter two which includes some of my favourite scenes I’ve ever written.

Catch Up on Playing Cupid: Chapter One

“Love is in the air,” Courtney sang to herself quietly as she unlocked her apartment door and walked inside, dropping her bags on the floor and shrugging off her coat. She didn’t know how the rest of the song went but she didn’t care – she was on cloud nine after tonight’s absolute success.

She couldn’t stop smiling to herself on the subway ride home, too excited over the thought of playing cupid, pulling her love arrow back, and striking her boss Alaska right in the heart. Alright, perhaps that was a bit far, but she couldn’t wait to get everything underway. She had traded numbers and emails with Willam and the pair had decided to meet tomorrow to compare schedules in order to pencil in the perfect moment. The more time she spent with Willam, the more the woman intrigued her, so the thought of seeing her again so soon sent a flutter through her stomach.

In the meantime, Courtney had ordered them to think of a dreamy way for Sharon and Alaska to ‘accidentally’ meet. It was a bit of a reach, but Courtney was already fantasizing about the two of them somehow running into each other outside a luxurious Tiffany & Co. window display before laughing over a brunch of croissants and coffee, or seeing each other across the crowd at a rooftop bar, something tropical in both their hands while the sun set behind them.

Turning the corner, she jumped back in mild shock at the sight of seeing her roommate and her girlfriend intertwined on the couch, half their clothes thrown around the room.

“Farrah!” Courtney exclaimed.

“Courtney!” The pastel pink haired girl replied in shock, pulling her lips away from her girlfriend lying underneath her.

“Aja,” Courtney waved as she walked past them to get to the kitchen.

“Hi Courtney!” Aja replied, her voice breathy from kissing Farrah, or maybe because Farrah’s weight was on top of her.

Their legs were a tangle of limbs, Aja’s skirt was completely gone, and Farrah’s bra looked like it was 4 seconds off joining other garments on the floor.

“Sorry,” Farrah apologized sheepishly, grabbing her blouse from between the couch cushions and holding it against her chest. “We can move into the bedroom?”

“Oh, I don’t mind! I won’t be here long, you two can have the living room back in a second,” Courtney said genuinely, opening the fridge to grab the Vegemite and vegan cheese in order to make a late night toasted sandwich.

Both Farrah and Aja looked at her in shock. They had a habit of loosing track of things in the living room when Farrah had a perfectly good bed in her room. But Courtney’s late hours meant they always forgot and felt like the apartment was their own. After Courtney had walked in on them fully naked on three separate occasions, she hit the roof, announcing there had to be some rule changes. Expecting to be deservedly scolded, Farrah had braced herself for Courtney’s annoyance. To hear that she ‘didn’t mind’ was astounding.

“How was work?” Farrah asked, frowning at her friend.

“Fantastic!” Courtney said, throwing her dinner into the sandwich press with a ridiculously toothy grin on her face.

Farrah and Aja exchanged a look. Courtney wasn’t one to whine, Farrah did enough for the three of them, but Courtney’s job was incredibly grueling. Farrah couldn’t remember the last time she had returned home from a 12-hour day with a giant smile on her face.

“Alrighty, I’m all done, I’ll be in my room if you need me, you kids have fun,” Courtney rambled, balancing her sandwich, a drink, her bag and her phone as she walked past the girls again and retreated to her room, not realising they could hear her humming ‘love is in the air.’

Willam Belli: S got a 1h lunch meeting @ 12 I don’t have 2 b @ – u free ?

Courtney Act: Yes! I’ll come to your office, there are too many people at mine :)

At midday exactly and not a minute later Courtney took the elevator up four extra stories and made her way into Willam’s office. It was just as vast and grand as it had been last night, but instead of the cozy, lamp lit lighting that cast shadows around the place the previous time she was here, during the day it was brilliantly white, with sunlight bouncing around its exceptionally clean walls.

Like a drop of vivid nail polish on clean white jeans, Willam sat at her desk in the middle of the room, her loud choice of a fiery red, orange and yellow ombre body con dress screaming against the minimalistic interiors.

She was scribbling something down in her planner, but her head snapped up when she heard Courtney’s heels click against the tiled floor.

“Hello Ms Act,” Willam said, shooting Courtney a smile before finishing up her notes.

“Hi,” Courtney said, suddenly feeling terribly plain in comparison in her black skirt and baby pink blouse.

Willam opened her mouth to speak, but a loud ring from her desk phone swallowed her sentence. She picked up the receiver, gesturing to Courtney to have a seat and that she would only be a moment.

“No, we’re not letting Valentina wear a full face mask on the red carpet of the premier next month. She’s our main star, she’s selling our movie. If you don’t tell her to get that fucking thing off of her face, Darienne, and organize something else stat, I’ll rip it off her myself.”

As Willam barked orders down the phone, Courtney let herself subtly look at the other woman. She noticed how her blown out eyeshadow mimicked the colours in her dress, a beautiful mess of warm shades intensified with glitter and defined by black eyeliner. She noticed how her lipstick was a metallic shade of deep purple, and how her high heels were bright red and glossy. If Courtney wore the same outfit, she’d look like a drag queen on their first night out. But somehow on Willam, with her razor sharp tongue and take-no-shit attitude, all the chaos and colours just worked.

“Sorry,” Willam said sweetly, slamming the phone down before clearing her throat. “People can be just so pushy. Now, we said we were gonna try and find a free slot of time somewhere, right?”

“Yes,” Courtney said, unlocking her iPad to view Alaska’s schedule for the week ahead, a perfectly colour-coordinated wall of meetings, events and appointments staring back at her.

Willam pulled up Sharon’s on her desktop, which was just as jam-packed.

“Alright, I’m just gonna yell out times Sharon has free. 9:30am tomorrow?“

“Nope, we have the Her January cover shoot all day,” Courtney said. “What about 11am next Monday?”

“No luck, Sharon reads screenplays for like 3 hours a day. 4pm Tuesday?”

“Nail appointment. Alaska has 45 minutes in the afternoon though on Wednesday?”

“Nope, Sharon’s out of town until Friday morning then takes the afternoon off to be with Aquaria. This is like a shit game of Battleships,” Willam sighed.

Courtney bit her lip. Having to wait over a week to get their bosses in the same room together would eat her alive. She just wanted it to happen now.

“What about 2pm this afternoon?” Willam asked in a bored voice, the fun of this plan gone now that it looked impossible.

“Today… Thursday… 2pm…” Courtney searched her iPad. “Oh, wow, yeah Alaska is actually free.”

Willam immediately perked up. “Perfect. Let’s do that, then.”

Courtney blinked.

“Whoa, today? Now?"

“Yes.”

“But that’s… today.”

“I’m aware,” Willam said, typing away on her keyboard. “What? You suddenly scared? Little Miss Love not prepared?”

“Well,” Courtney stammered. Willam was right. She didn’t feel prepared. “It’s just all so sudden. And so soon.”

“Love can be like that sometimes,” Willam concluded nonchalantly before smiling to herself. “Oh, by the way, I thought they could meet in an elevator.”

Courtney was dumbfounded.

“An elevator?” She tried to sound nice, but really, an elevator? “I was thinking of something more romantic. Like outside Tiffany & Co, or at a rooftop bar while the sun set behind them.”

“This ain’t some rom-com fantasy dream, this is real life,” Willam waved her off. “Haven’t you ever had a bangin’ woman waltz in and stand next to you and all you wanted was for the elevator to jam so you could fuck all sweaty on the floor?”

“Oh my god Willam—“

“I have! Don’t lie to me, you probably have too. If you can’t think of anything else that would actually work before our deadline of 2pm today, which is in an hour and 35 minutes, it looks like we’ll be tampering with the lifts.”

Courtney massaged her neck, suddenly feeling stressed.

“We can’t actually jam the elevator though. It will be a fleeting meeting that will only last seconds,” Courtney hated how negative she sounded, but she just didn’t see how this would work.

“Who said we couldn’t jam the elevators? I know a girl.”

10 minutes later, the two of them were standing in the rundown alleyway their sky scraping office building back onto. It had become the designated smoking spot for the many receptionists, cleaners and maintenance crew who looked after the building, not to mention the dozens of stressed workers who popped down to smoke a quick cigarette or four in their lunch breaks.

Courtney had never found herself in this part of their building, so she tagged along after Willam who weaved her way down the alley, looking for a specific spot where she knew she’d find a certain person in particular.

“Adore!” Willam exclaimed upon spotting the person in question.

There in the corner against a wall of colourful graffiti sat a girl who looked young enough to be in college. She wore the standard khaki overalls all maintenance workers were required to wear, but her baggy fit, rolled up sleeves and high-waisted belt made it look actually cool when paired with her Doc Martins and grungy 90s style makeup.

From her seated position on an upside down milk crate, she jumped slightly at Willam’s call, before exhaling the smoke in her mouth and pulling her headphones down to sit around her neck.

“Willam!” Adore smiled, standing up and wrapping her arms around her.

“Adore, this is Courtney,” Willam introduced. “Courtney, meet Adore.”

“Hi honey,” Adore drawled, smiling at Courtney and twirling a lock of her ombre blue hair around her finger. While Courtney smiled and said hello, she felt almost patronized by a girl who was clearly younger than her. She immediately disliked Adore, and hated the fact she had Willam’s arm draped around her.

“How’ve you been, bitch?” Willam smiled, before bringing Adore’s hand to her mouth and taking a quick drag of the cigarette still perched between her fingertips.

Adore laughed and lightly punched Willam’s shoulder while Courtney stood awkwardly to the side, feeling like she was at a high school party.

“Girl,” Adore drawled, “work’s been so exhausting.”

“Mhhmm yeah, these 3 hour breaks really take it out of you,” Willam joked, making Adore laugh again. “In all seriousness though, I’m mostly not just here for a smoke. We have a favour to ask.”

“Fire away,” Adore said.

Courtney watched as Adore’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped the more Willam revealed about their plan and Adore’s crucial, potential involvement.

“If this is too much,” Courtney suddenly said, interrupting Willam, “you don’t have to do it. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything or feel like we’re compromising your job.”

Adore’s eyes darted between the two women before laughing. “Are you serious? This sounds fucking awesome!”

“So you’re in?” Willam asked.

“Uh let me think about it,” Adore paused, before smirking. “Uh abso-fucking-lutely!”

“Right, I’m off to pick up your dry cleaning,” Courtney lied, standing in the middle of Alaska’s office. “Don’t forget you have a meeting with Milk about the upcoming Marc Jacobs campaign across town at 2:30… so you should leave soon… so you should aim to be out of here and in the elevators at 2…”

Alaska’s gaze shifted from her computer screen to her assistant before she zeroed in on Courtney’s weird behavior. Suddenly terrified, Courtney braced herself for Alaska to instantly know she was lying.

But in a wild turn of events, her boss actually praised her.

“That’s a good idea,” Alaska said. “I always leave my office on time, but so many of the girls need my attention on my way out that I end up instantly running late. Also I totally forgot I had dry cleaning. Huh.”

“Happy to help!” Courtney said brightly as she exhaled in relief. “I’ll see you when you get back from the meeting."

Courtney calmly exited Alaska’s office, but once she was well and truly out of sight, she bolted to the elevator and directed it to take her straight to the basement. When the doors parted, Willam was standing there with her phone to her ear.

“The koala has arrived,” Willam said into her phone before hanging up and snorting as Courtney rolled her eyes at the code name. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it, though. She followed Willam down the narrow corridor to what must be the maintenance control room Adore told them to meet her in.

“If we’re doing code names, what’s yours?” Courtney asked.

“What do I remind you of?” Willam shot back, throwing a glance to Courtney behind her and giving her wink.

“Oh uh,” Courtney’s mind was too busying replaying that knee-weakening wink to be able to think of animals. “Something loud, and colourful, like a peacock.”

Willam burst out laughing before throwing a hand over her mouth. “I’ll take that. I would have said a pig.”

“Does Sharon have a reason to go in the elevator? We’ve got less than 10 minutes until show time,” Courtney fretted.

“Yes, she’s going to a meeting I told her was pushed forward by an hour.”

Willam abruptly stopped at a random door in the hallway and Courtney almost ran into the back of her. Knocking on the door three times quickly, then once, then twice more, they stood in silence for a moment before it suddenly opened upon hearing the secret knock.

“Come in,” Adore hissed, ushering the two blondes into the dark room before sticking her head out the doorway to check they weren’t seen. She slipped a broom between the handles to lock out anyone trying to walk in on them before turning to the women and rubbing her hands together. “Whose excited?”

“Me!” Willam shouted, before noticing the many screens displaying the live security footage of all the cameras around their building. “Whoa, this is some FBI shit.”

“Here are the elevator ones,” Adore said, sitting down in the hot seat with the controls in front of her while Willam and Courtney stood on either side.

“Cool,” Courtney said, noticing how they had multiple angels inside just one elevator. “Is there any sound?”

“Unfortunately not,” Adore said. “But I can give you a copy of their footage if you want to analyse it later."

"That’d actually be quite cool,” Courtney said. “Kind of illegal, but cool.”

“Oh my god,” Willam pointed at one monitor, “is that Sharon? She’s in. The bat is in position.”

Adore’s fingers flew across the keyboard, programming only Sharon’s elevator to be able to stop at Alaska’s floor.

“Is there a camera on Alaska’s level? How will we know she’s ready?” Courtney said, already biting one of her nails.

“There isn’t one, so we’ll just have to see,” Adore said.

The three of them sat in silence as Sharon’s elevator descended one level, then another, then another. Courtney checked her watch.

“6 minutes passed 2,” she mumbled, suddenly feeling like this was all for nothing. There was a huge chance Alaska could have been held up in the office and would miss Sharon entirely. In a weird way, Courtney would feel like it was her fault if she failed to get her boss in the right place at the right time.

Sharon’s elevator stopped at a floor.

Everyone peered in closer to look at the CCTV footage on the monitor.

“There she is!” exclaimed Courtney, pointing wildly as Alaska appeared on the screen.

“We can see,” Willam snapped as Courtney gripped her forearm with nervous excitement.

Alaska stepped into the elevator and flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she pressed the button for the ground floor, not even acknowledging Sharon.

Willam’s heart pounded in her chest, and Courtney’s insanely tight hold on her arm wasn’t helping things. She tried not to think about why her cheeks were starting to heat up, or why when Courtney finally let go, she wished she hadn’t.

“God, Sharon didn’t even look up from her phone,” Willam seethed. “Why don’t people fucking look at each other anymore.”

To their dismay, Alaska started checking her phone too, leaving Courtney, Adore and Willam to stay engrossed at a monitor displaying two women frozen in place as they tapped away on their emails.

“A little emergency stop should distract them,” Willam said, wiggling her eyebrows. Even though she was a little nervous, she wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t love this feeling of playing Cupid — or God.

“So I’m good to press stop?” Adore asked, her finger hovering over the keyboard.

“Wait, whose that?” Courtney whispered as the doors parted on the 10th floor.

Willam anxiously ran her fingers through her hair as another person entered the elevator. They hadn’t factored in an unexpected character in this planned storyline.

“Oh, it’s just a delivery person,” Adore sighed in relief as a sizeable woman entered the elevator and placed two giant boxes on the floor.

“But it’s still a person,” Willam said in annoyance. “They can’t fall madly in love with a fat FedEx employee standing between them.”

“Willam,” Courtney said in disbelief as she shot her a glare, “that’s really rude.”

“She can’t hear me,” Willam muttered, rolling her eyes as Courtney turned back to the monitor. But a sting of rare embarrassment hit her as Courtney called her out. She didn’t mean to be such a bitch. She bit her lip, wanting to take it back.

“So can I hit the button?” Adore asked again, still confused but incredibly eager.

“No,” Courtney and Willam said in unison. The timing wasn’t right.

Adore hit the button.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Willam yelled.

“I thought you said yes!”

“We said NO you dipshit.”

“Willam,” Courtney scolded, even though she was thinking roughly the same thing.

The elevator came to an abrupt halt, its three passengers inside staggering slightly at the sharp motion.

Inside its metal walls, the trio of woman reacted.

“Did the elevator just stop?” Alaska asked, snapping her head up from her phone.

“Oh sweet mama no,” the delivery woman pleaded in a thick Southern accent. “I’m claustrophobic, I can’t do this.”

Both women looked at Sharon, who really didn’t know what to say. Yes, it was obvious the elevator had stopped, and she couldn’t do anything to help the claustrophobia.

“Um, it’ll be fine,” Sharon attempted.

She would have added more, but the only thought bouncing around Sharon’s mind was how beautiful the blonde opposite her was, and how her tight dress fit her curvy figure perfectly. Had she been in the elevator this whole time?

Back in the control room, the mood was plummeting fast.

“Make it go again, nothing is happening,” Courtney sighed, watching as her dreams of being Cupid were dashed as she observed all three women just stand around awkwardly and not fall in love.

Adore hit some keys before they watched the passengers become visibly relieved when the elevator began to work again.

“If FedEx doesn’t exit in the next four, now three, floors, we’ve completely lost our chance,” Willam sighed, her arms already crossed in defeat.

Suddenly, the elevator halted again.

“Adore!” Willam exclaimed.

“I didn’t press anything!” Adore held up her hands, which had been placed on her lap.

It was true, she hadn’t.

Her fingers quickly flew across her keyboard in a bid to fix the situation, but nothing worked.

“I think it’s actually broken down this time,” Adore said softly.

Inside the elevator, the women began to sweat – however, some more than others.

“It’s stuck again,” Alaska commented, instinctively grabbing the handrail for support as it came to yet another sudden halt.

“Yep,” Sharon replied shortly.

“Oh no no no no no no no,” the delivery woman said, shaking her hands and moving from foot to foot as if she had to go to the bathroom. “I can’t do this, no sir no ma’am.”

“It’s okay,” Alaska said calmly, glancing at the woman’s ID tag on her belt and attempting to sooth the situation. “Uh, Eureka, is it? It’s okay, we’re going to be fine, we just need to—“

“Can everybody just calm down!” Eureka yelled, looking to the ceiling as if it was the heavens above. “Just calm down!”

Sharon and Alaska exchanged a glance.

“I’m just going to press this emergency option,” Alaska said slowly as she reached passed a now hyperventilating Eureka to press the button.

In the control room, Courtney, Adore and Willam jumped as a red siren on the wall with the words ELEVATOR EMERGENCY painted above it buzzed once, alerting them to a mishap they were clearly going to ignore.

“I’m going to call 911,” Sharon said, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she tapped away on her phone. “That’ll be much more effective.”

“How?” Alaska said in annoyance as she detected attitude in the other woman’s voice. Why was this chick making it a competition for who could save them the fastest? “That button is literally for this exact situation. And there’s no reception in here.”

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Eureka gasped, fanning herself with her hand.

“Maintenance is some young college drop out who only comes to fix things after she’s had her fifth cigarette on her four break,” Sharon scoffed, bringing her phone to her ear. “Trust me, we’re not getting out anytime soon.”

Alaska could only blink in response.

“It’s too hot in here,” Eureka gasped, pulling at her brown uniform as it clung to her skin.

“Wh— what are you doing?” Alaska stammered as Eureka practically popped a button off in a bid to undress.

In the control room, three intrigued faces leaned in closer to the monitor, watching the plot of their silent film go completely off script.

“What… in the ever-loving fuck… is she doing?” Willam asked as they watched the FedEx employee disrobe.

“I… I can’t believe this,” Courtney said in astonishment as Adore tried and failed to hold back laughter.

“Now I know why God abandoned us,” Willam wheezed with laughter, absolutely perplexed at the scene unfolding on the screen. “You create humans and this is the shit that happens!”

Back in the elevator, Sharon and Alaska could only watch.

“I gotta get out of these clothes, try and calm down so I don’t have one of those panic attacks,” Eureka said, moving to sit on the floor as Alaska and Sharon stepped back into opposite corners of the small elevator. Alaska didn’t know where to look as Eureka exposed herself, stripping down to just her beige bra as she struggled to peel her overalls down her legs from her spot on the floor.

“This is how all good horror movies start,” Sharon commented, a smirk on her lips. “The elevator could just drop and kill us all.”

“Hey!” Alaska snapped as Eureka wailed from her spot on the floor. “You’re not helping.”

“And neither is that button of yours,” Sharon replied, cocking an eyebrow at a now speechless Alaska.

They stared each other down.

Alaska loved the colour of this other woman’s lipstick. It was a deep, velvety burgundy that looked so striking against her pale skin and black hair. If she wasn’t such a bitch, Alaska would have asked her where it was from. If Eureka wasn’t here, she would have pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard.

“There’s no reception here,” Sharon huffed, finally dropping her phone into her handbag.

“I said that before,” Alaska said.

“No you didn’t?” Sharon lied, wondering how much she could rile up this hot blonde.

“Oh my god! Yes I did!” Alaska exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

A lot, apparently.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Eureka announced, rocking on the floor slightly.

Everyone froze.

“Don’t you dare,” Sharon ordered as Alaska instinctively stepped back and placed her hand over her mouth.

“Someone needs to rub my back,” Eureka whined, gesturing to her back which was coated in a sheen of panic induced sweat. “It might not stop the nausea, but it might help.”

Sharon looked at Alaska. Alaska looked at Sharon.

In an instant, Alaska began repeatedly pressing the Emergency Assist button like her life depended on it while Sharon dialed the police again, ready to throttle the first person she saw if they ever made it out of this cursed elevator.

Back in the control room, the assistants made the final call.

“Alright, that’s it!” Willam exclaimed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “This is a mess, get ‘em out!”

The emergency siren buzzed loudly each time Alaska forcefully pressed that button, lighting up the room with a bright red flashing light that never gave up.

“I feel like I’m in hell,” Courtney yelled, her hands over her ears.

“Hell is that elevator,” Adore joked.

She jumped from her seat, slapped on her utility belt and grabbed her toolbox before saluting the women and leaving to fix the elevator.

“Jesus,” Willam laughed, rubbing her neck as she paced around the small control room. “Well apart from it not working out at all, that was kinda fun.”

She turned and saw Courtney flop into Adore’s empty seat, her face looking as defeated as her slumped posture.

“Hey,” Willam said softly, using the toe of her electric blue stiletto to gently nudge Courtney’s wheely office chair. “We tried.”

Courtney shrugged her shoulders.

“I just had such high hopes!” Courtney finally exclaimed. “I wanted them to fall in love! I wanted to see sparks fly! And instead it just looks like they fought.”

Willam didn’t argue. Sharon had that cocky look on her face Willam knew all too well, and Alaska’s up-tight body language didn’t appear positive at all. But even though Courtney’s idea didn’t go as planned, it still happened.

“Look, I know fireworks didn’t go off and they didn’t grind up against a wall—“

“Willam—“

“Oh come on, I wanted that to happened, don’t act like you didn’t too.”

Courtney didn’t debate it.

“But your plan still worked. Sure, they might not be in love yet, but at least they know each other, which was a hell of a lot better than where they were 10 minutes ago.“

Courtney was silent for a moment as she contemplated.

“Yeah,” She said slowly. “That’s true. And like, this doesn’t mean our work is over. We can just try something different, or plant more seeds, or arrange more plans.”

“Exactly,” Willam smiled, watching as Courtney slowly got her positive attitude back.

“Wait look,” Willam said suddenly, spotting something over Courtney’s shoulder. There on the monitor was Adore slowly appearing on the screen as she pried the elevator doors apart from where it was stuck on Level 5.

They laughed as they watched Sharon clap and Alaska bounce on her toes as the doors were opened. Moving to look over at Sharon, Alaska smiled at her before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and looking down, just as Sharon glanced over at her.

“Oh my GOD did you see that?” Willam yelled as Courtney squealed.

“Yes!”

“That was a smile!”

“And a hair tuck!”

“That was something!”

Courtney couldn’t help herself. She pulled Willam into a hug, who hugged her back just as tightly, euphoria bubbling through them at the sight of a shy smile. They bounced on their toes, before Courtney broke the hug first to keep looking at the screen, catching the moment their bosses finally escaped the elevator as everyone involved applauded.

Suddenly, their phones vibrated at the same time.

Alaska/Boss: Courtney I just got stuck in the elevator!!! I need a Xanax ASAP :((

Big Daddy: Willam you won’t believe the fucking shit I just went through holy fuck

“Well I call that a success,” Willam said after their both quickly tapped out a reply.

“Me too,” Courtney smiled. Caught up in the excitement of the moment, Courtney swallowed her nerves and pushed forward.

“Would you like… well I mean if we’re not working tonight, which will probably will be, but do you wanna get drinks tonight? I don’t know, I just think we need to celebrate, and also plan stage two of this whole thing.” She could have said it more gracefully, but at least she said it.

Willam looked up from her phone. “Oh we totally should! I can’t do tonight though, I’ve got plans with my girlfriend, it’s our 6-month. Next week we’re definitely continuing this though!"

Courtney could only nod along, not really taking in anything Willam was saying after the word girlfriend. Willam’s phone buzzed again.

“I gotta run, Sharon needs me. We’ll keep each other posted, yeah?”

Courtney just nodded. “Yep!”

After Willam left, Courtney sunk back down into the chair and didn’t move, instead staring at nothing while trying to understand what she was feeling. She refused to accept that it felt like her heart was breaking. That was entirely too dramatic, even for her standards. It was never in a place to break, but right now it kind of just felt like it had… popped. Like a red heart shaped balloon gently rising before Willam had swiftly exploded it right in front of her eyes with a sharp ‘girlfriend’ shaped needle. It was a dumb crush, and the vibes she had gotten from Willam, which only further fueled her little infatuation further, was all something she made up in her head.

It was a dumb crush, Courtney told herself again.

“Here we are! Today’s deliveries, tomorrow’s box office hits,” Willam said in a sarcastically cheerful manner as she pushed a small trolley full of paper into Sharon’s office and towards the couch where her boss was currently reclining. Her high heels were kicked off and a half finished vodka soda sat on her coffee table.

Every single day Sharon was delivered stacks of screenplays that Willam would organize and present to her. Every single day Willam was able to hold hours, weeks, months of people’s hard work in her hands, their hopes and dreams there in black and white, and every single day Sharon tore them to shreds.

Sharon slid her glasses on and peered at the title of the one on top. “The House. Let me guess, a white family moves into a haunted house they know is haunted and are surprised when they start getting haunted.” She opened the first page to skim-read the synopsis. “Correct!”

Grabbing the entire screenplay, Sharon promptly threw it into the fireplace next to her, almost choking the flames before they bounced back and roared to life against the hundreds of pages.

As Sharon grabbed another, Willam sat down on one of the plush chairs opposite her and began tabulating data, writing ‘GOOD’ ‘MAYBE’ or ‘FIRE’ next to titles considered for just today alone.

After 5 minutes of silent reading, Sharon posed a question without looking up.

“Have you ever seen a blonde in this building?”

Willam froze.

Sharon was still looking at the page in front of her, but Willam wondered if she had even read a word in the 5 minutes they had been sitting there.

“Yes, I’m a blonde myself,” Willam joked, her heart racing at what she thought Sharon was asking. Was she asking about Alaska? Had their plan actually worked?

“You’re not a blonde, you look like a My Little Pony doll threw up on your hair while it was retouching your roots. That’s why Aquaria’s always grabbing at it when she sees you,” Sharon tried not to smile.

“I’ve seen some blondes… you’ll have to be more specific,” Willam probed. Even if Sharon wasn’t going to mention Alaska, Willam loved the idea of at least someone grabbing her lonely bosses attention.

Sharon pressed her lips together, before suddenly reciting every feature of someone who looked impressively like Alaska.

“She’s tall, a bit taller than me. Really skinny, but like not too skinny, I don’t know, she looks like a good weight, you know what I mean? Curvy, but like that’s not the point. Really plushy lips, I remember because they’re just as fake as mine. Gorgeous, has these really dark eyes, really fashionable. She was holding a magazine. She kind of drags out her words and while you’d think that’d be annoying, I can’t get her voice out of my head…”

Willam screamed internally.

“Oh! Did you say blonde before? I think that’s Alaska Thunderfuck, Editor of Her, this gay fashion mag for women. She started it all, I think. Really cool chick. Their office is in our building. Why do you ask?”

Sharon could only blink in response to the wave of valuable information.

“I think that’s who I could stuck in the elevator with,” Sharon said almost breathlessly before she cleared her throat. “Get me her number… wait actually, her email… I need… to thank her because it was her idea to press the maintenance button, and they saved us in the end.”

Willam couldn’t fucking wait to tell Courtney.

“Sure,” Willam replied, calming rising from her seat and leaving Sharon’s office. Once seated at her desk, her legs tapped against the floor, too excited to remain still. She messaged Courtney instantly.

Willam: SHARON JUST ASKED FOR ALASKA’S EMAIL BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO SAY THANK U FOR PRESSING THE BUTTON I’M DYING WE DID IT

Courtney: Yay!

Willam frowned at the short, arguably lackluster response, but Courtney was probably just busy. She passed Alaska’s email to Willam, who passed it along to Sharon via a Post It note 5 minutes later.

“What are you gonna say?” Willam asked, not retreating from Sharon’s office.

“Thank you for pushing that button,” Sharon snapped. “Duh.”

“Do you want me to help you draft it?” Willam asked eagerly.

Sharon frowned at her from her curled up spot on the couch, her phone in one hand and her vodka soda in another, though it shook slightly. Willam just knew Sharon was nervous.

“No,” Sharon said quietly. “I’m fine, you can go.”

Willam turned on her heel and existed the office, only to open Sharon’s emails on her own computer. She had all of Sharon’s passwords, they both knew this, but a level of trust was there that meant Willam only went into her inbox for emergency purposes only.

This was an emergency.

Almost half an hour later, a message appeared in Sharon’s Sent folder.

To: Alaska Thunderfuck

From: Sharon Needles

Subject: Thank You

Hi Alaska,

It’s Sharon, one of the women who was caught in the elevator before (not from FedEx). I just wanted to thank you for pressing the emergency assist button earlier. I didn’t think it would have worked, so without you who knows if we’d still be in there.

Warm regards,

Sharon Needles

CEO of Scream Queens

Willam gritted her teeth at that fact that Sharon hadn’t grabbed herself by the balls and just asked Alaska out. But still – baby steps.

“What do you know about Sharon Needles?” Alaska asked after she had called Courtney into her office.

Courtney’s deflated mood went on hold for a moment while her heart rose in her chest.

“Sharon? Sharon Needles?” Courtney stalled. She barely knew anything about Sharon, but she was about to sell the absolute shit out of her. Willam had just screenshotted Sharon’s email and sent it to her, so she hoped and prayed she knew where this was heading. “I know she’s some CEO of some big film company… like some queer horror film company… kind of like Her… but for films.”

“I get the concept,” Alaska hurried her along. “It turns out that’s who I was stuck in the elevator with.”

“Oh my god! Wow!” Courtney exclaimed, as if Alaska had just had a run in with Barack Obama. Too much, she told herself.

“Yeah… anyway,” Alaska continued. “She just emailed me saying thank you because I was the one who saved us, and I thought that was really sweet of her to do… so what I’m wondering is… is it too forward to ask to grab a drink with her?”

Courtney grinned.

“Absolutely not.”

“I just don’t want to seem too like… desperate or too much too soon or like weird?” Alaska shifted in her seat, visibly anxious.

“Well,” Courtney persuaded, tapping her chin with her fingers as she was thinking long and hard, “I think the fact that she went through the effort to track you down, find your email, and personally tell you thank you means she has some sort of interest in you… So I don’t think she would be blindsided at all. I think she would love to grab a drink with you.”

Alaska pursed her plumped lips and tapped her fake acrylic nails against her desk. Courtney didn’t breathe as her boss contemplated her words.

“Alright,” Alaska decided, inhaling deeply. “But Courtney, can you… help me write it?"

Touched at the offer, Courtney beamed. “Of course.”

When Courtney returned home, her mood had risen since the 2pm elevator fiasco. Her and Alaska had drafted the perfectly casual but to the point email asking Sharon out. Alaska hadn’t sent it yet, though, wanting to sleep on the offer as if to not seem over eager. Courtney had tried to push her into it, but also feared scared Alaska entirely. While that factor was annoying, it was miles ahead of where she predicted they’d end up when she woke up this morning. Sure, the elevator scheme wasn’t how she thought they’d get there, but they did it.

Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about the control room from earlier, which will forever be tainted with Willam’s revelation of a girlfriend. Why was it still bothering her? The thought was ripped from Courtney’s mind though when she entered her living room, a romantic scene of candles, pillows on the floor and rose petals disorientating her.

“What’s all this?” Courtney asked, before spotting Farrah with her arms around her girlfriend Aja.

Upon seeing Courtney, the two girls broke apart and turned to face her, their cheeks wet with tears of happiness.

“Courtney!” Farrah cried. “Aja just proposed to me!”

She held up her left hand, showcasing two pink little gems on either side of a beautiful diamond that Courtney instantly wondered how Aja could afford. Immediately dropping her late night groceries, Courtney gasped and threw her arms around her roommate, before pulling Aja into the hug as well.

“Oh my god! That’s incredible! Congratulations!” Courtney gushed, admiring Farrah’s ring and asking about every detail, and also requesting to have a glass of the champagne current going around between the two of them.

After over an hour of catching up and celebrating, Courtney retired to her bedroom and crawled under the covers after her shower. The entire day played through her mind as her body refused to fall asleep.

She thought about Willam’s fiery dress against her pristine office, meeting Adore in the graffiti filled alleyway, the wink Willam threw over her shoulder. She remembered the code name of koala Willam had given her, and how hard she had laughed when Courtney called her a peacock. She thought about the control room, the monitors, and how Willam had squeezed her just as hard when they hugged and it was Courtney who had to be the one to pull away first, because Willam was making no motion of letting go. She thought about Willam and her girlfriend, Alaska’s smile and hair tuck, Sharon’s email, Alaska’s desire for a date, Willam’s wink, the engagement, Willam’s girlfriend, Willam.

Courtney wanted to cry in frustration; she just wanted her mind to turn off. Grabbing her phone, she searched for a distraction, going through all her apps before finding herself on Tinder. Left… left… left, left, left, definitely left. It was the same old story. Courtney was about to give up, turn her phone off and try to go to sleep, when her final swipe of the night actually showed potential and caught her attention.

Andrew, 28

I have a British accent, need I say more?

Courtney rolled her eyes at the sentence, but he was without a doubt the most attractive person she’d ever seen on Tinder. Brown hair, blue eyes, Prince Charming jaw line.

Feeling like everyone else in her life was in love except her, Courtney swiped right.

#rosie #playing cupid #cisgirl au #fluff #adore delano #courtney act #alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #aja #farrah moan #rpdr fanfiction #witney #shalaska #lesbian au

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jan, march, sept + one of your choice, love. have a great day, u icon

thank u kyra i adore u

january: what was the first fic you posted this year?

the first fic i posted this year TECHNICALLY was the epilogue of a different path. the first standalone was chewbacca (aka my introduction to the jily world once again and i have such a soft spot for it)

march: do you listen to music whilst writing?

yes! pretty much always; if it’s not music, it’s a TV show.

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

quite literally anything you’ve left on any of my fics BUT there are a few that i hold dear to my heart. i’ll post them under the cut cause they are LONG :’)

ancient: the first fic you ever posted online?

hahahaaaaaaa. it was my own version of rick riordan’s the son of neptune before the actual book was published. it was on ff.net, and the first chapter got 7 reviews, and i felt so good about myself after that lmfao. who knew i’d still be writing 8 years later?

ask me questions!

OKAY so i have 3 top favorites:

from a different path:

okay so i had seen this in someone else’s bookmarks the other day, thought it was an interesting concept—especially since i too love slytherin!percy and strongly subscribe to ofswordsandpens’ headcanons about it—but didn’t give it another thought until i was listening to a video about the cursed child and went: wait, there’s a percabeth hogwarts au that i saw somewhere. and immediately i hunted this down and i’m just in awe? i tore through it. belatedly, i realized that i made a mistake: i didn’t write down my thoughts as i was reading, which is definitely a disservice to you. however, here are a generalized list of things that i loved.

first of all, with hogwarts au’s, there are three main aspects that i look for: plot, characterization, and quality of writing. normally, fics of this size lack one or more of these key factors, but i was astonished to find that the plot is tremendously tight and intriguing (my lip bled from biting it so much because i’ve been stressed to the max), you write these characters with such distinct voices i can easily picture them saying everything—except, of course, now in a little british accent—and your writing flows so well, it feels almost like i’m reading an actual harry potter book, just with percy and co. you also do a masterful job of weaving together aspects of the pjo universe with the established canon of hp.

and there are so many specific things that i love. primarily, the way you write the relationships in this story; not just concerning percabeth (though i will get to that in a minute), but also with each of the interactions between all of the characters. i applaud you for how you handled luke/annabeth and rachel/percy, and the friendship among them all is just incredibly well done. i especially love how well you wrote connor and zoë and just, a lot of characters that i don’t often think about when i think of pjo. grover and percy’s friendship especially is heartbreaking, i just. he’s so protective because he loves his friends and holy fuck i also love how you wrote grover in this. but i just adored how you wrote annabeth/percy—the love between them, both platonic in its early stages and the romantic all throughout, was doubly apparent. i ached when they kissed each other’s cheeks, and i inwardly cheered when she kissed him in the locker room. there was just such a natural progression, to me, of their relationship. and man did i dig it. i’m excited (and maybe a little scared) to see where you take their relationship in the future.

boy, this is getting long. sorry. but some more just little quick things: loved the b99 reference, with both of their competitive natures playing out in a similar way to jake and amy’s. i kind of want to go back and see if i can find any other references that i missed because i was just too engaged in the story to catch them. also, zoë’s death killed me all over again, thanks for that. i like how you’re working the kronos plot in, and i can’t wait to see how the Final Battle plays out. what else? oh! professor hestia? beautiful. eventual maybe professor percy? outstanding. percy kissing the top of annabeth’s head? breathtaking. rachel being a quidditch commentator? earth shattering. (truly i cackled when i saw that.) mrs. o’leary being a cat? incredible. how you incorporated percy’s water powers? stunning.

ooh, this exchange was beautiful and had me cackling it was so in-character:

“None of us are dying.” Connor clarifies. “Not you, not me, not Annie, not the rest of us.”

“I might have to dispute that.” Annabeth says, from Percy’s other side. “Call me ‘Annie’ one more time, Stoll, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Connor only grins at her. “Sorry, love. No more ‘Annie’. Can I call you Beth?”

“No.”

“Anna?”

“No.”

okay, so i just finished chapter nine and i am blown away. sorry for how long this comment was, but a fic of this magnitude truly warrants it. i can’t wait to see what happens next.

i leave you with just two words: “holy shit.”

from a different path:

god, oh my god, am i the only dumb bitch who didn’t get what the prophecy was??

anyway, i stumbled on this fic last year, patiently waiting for its completion, and now that i’ve rediscovered it, i’m so glad i finished it all in one go! i couldn’t imagine the tension of waiting for the next chapter, especially since the tension is so well-crafted!! i hardly noticed the tonal shift even as the story got darker and darker as it led up to the war, and in that way i was reminded of how extremely similar it felt to reading the hp books for the first time! you nailed percy very well i might say, and the awkward-yet-caring relationship he has with his dad. i daresay you gave connor and zoe more characterization than rick riordan himself, and the percabeth you wrote is perfect to the nth degree. i appreciate that you didnt bother with all the love triangle and unrequited feelings nonsense as well.

but i have to say, even as i cried at sally and paul’s wedding, or at dionysus’ quiet mourning for castor, what really struck with me most was the way you handled silena. for that, i have no words. that was a job extremely well done. thank you so much for blessing us with this fic.

from chewbacca (a comment from u!):

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen. Her coat is dripping all over the floor he’d just cleaned (but it’s fine) and when he leans over the counter he sees that her boots match the coat.

First of all!!! Thats the best opening line in the world and nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to become a publisher just so that if you ever write a book, I’d be able to publish it. ( like omg, what an honor??? )

She looks like sunshine, standing there with the amount of yellow in her wardrobe. Briefly, James wonders if that’s her favorite color. It’s got to be.

Im going to quote this whole fic but I really love these lines? Like, you have this distinct style of writiting that I aim to acheive and you’re literally such a rolemodel!!! These are my favorite kind of fics to read. Funny story but I was going through a ‘no thanks Jily’ mood ( a horror, i know !! ) but your fics are just,,,,exceptions? You could write about trash and I’d love it and ask for you to sign me up.

“Say it again, but convincingly this time.”

ooof this dialogue??? let me breathe

This is the longest he’s stood still since he started working. It’s actually a miracle.

and the funniest person award goes to YOU. also, the most talented and cutest but thats neither here nor there.

james taking care of fleamont, switching off the lights gives me just a nice and realistic vibe? its so simple but i love how you added it.

honestly at this point, ive been sucked again by the fanfic. it feels less like a fic and more like a masterpiece that belongs in a museum but anyway.

“James is supposed to be helping.

James is on his phone.”

ugh i love ur mind. im rereading and its so nice and lovely. even if its like 1am and im exhausted, this fic is sustaining me.

“Do it off the clock, would you?”

PEAK HUMOR

have i mentioned how much i love that scene with euphemia? she seems like such a lovely mom. i love ur euphemia the most. and ahh, both of them just rushing to the hospital ? another 100% good scene.

“Euphemia smiles too, but looks at Fleamont rather than at her son. “Yes,” she says. “It really does.””

fic? or shakspeare? HMMM

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen // “Get fucked.”

the fic!! has made a circle!!! i love how it begins and ends along the same lines. I really want to know how??? are you so talented im in love.

i just really love this fic, okay? i love how james is just the kindest, lily is allowed to have feelings, its just so soft and warm. and it makes someone feel loved, want love anyway.

the dynamic between the characters are just so real and great and im astounded, in short.

your sirius is everything. so many fics potray him as a dick??? which is first of all #rude and also, not at all true. you made me love these characters even more so i sincerely hope you never stop writing.

you’re such a beautiful writer and the way you string words together is just poetic and gorgeous and all the other good adjectives you can think of. i read your spiderman x reader too and i was a goner for you. EVERYTHING YOU WRITE IS SO GOOD. i read it so long ago but i can vividly remember peter whipping the mask off and she just going wtf stop on the window ledge. what im trying to say is that you leave this lasting impression on people that make them remember random scenes and words / prose long after they’ve read it which is a remarkable feat, i believe.

and im so sorry im not on tumblr rn bc i cannot keep recing this fic but i have told my friends about your writing and they loved it too. you’ve got like a million fans. when i do get back from my hiatus, im going to keep recing your fics and people will cry because their universe will shift thanks to the newfound joy of your presence in their life.

lastly, im more of a dog person and that, more than anything, should tell you how much i love this fic. i love u. and basee on your writing, i want to hug you, be your best friend and make you cookies bc again

WOW

#thelaziestgeek #answers #friends!#<3

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Parks and Rec (M)

Part of the BTS Road Trip AU Collab

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Jungkook is finally back from tour and the two of you decide to go on a road trip and visit a national park.

Word Count: 7.7k

Content/Warnings: Smut, Jeon Jungkook being an adorable bun, lots of you and Jungkook teasing each other.

Preview:

"Whoa! This is so beautiful!" Jungkook called out when he reached the lookout point. "Take a picture of me!" He stood on a ledge in front of the view of the Half Dome and faced the side, sticking his tongue out.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Angle it so it looks like I'm licking the mountain!"

You smacked your hand to your face, but agreed. You took out your phone and aimed the camera at the nerd posing in front of you, moving around, trying to get the right angle. After snapping a couple of shots, you just stood there with the camera still aimed at him. "You look dumb as shit," you told him.

"Turn left here," you instructed, fumbling with the map in your hands, trying to make sense of the seemingly random squiggles meant to symbolize roads. "Or is that a pedestrian path?" You looked out the window, hoping there would be some sort of sign that told you where to go, but unfortunately there was none.

"I don't see why we can't just use the GPS," Jungkook whined from behind the wheel. "You're just going to get us lost with that thing," he pointed to the paper that was now crumpled in your hands from all your floundering.

"Babe, we're in the mountains 5,000 feet above the ground. There's no signal anywhere around here." You bring the map closer to your face, hoping the answers you need will magically manifest in front of you.

"Ugggggh," he groaned.

"Wait, slow down and turn left here," you told him.

"What the fuck, there's nowhere to turn?" He leaned forward to get a better look at the road ahead of him. He only saw grass and trees. Lots and lots of trees.

"Just wait, there's a road about..." You lifted your fingers to the little scale in the corner and measured the distance from where you thought you were to the turn. "About 3 kilometers."

"Alright." Jungkook stepped on the gas a little harder, causing your heart rate to go up a bit. These windy roads were already scary at the speed limit, but at the speed Jungkook drove, they were downright terrifying.

In all honesty, this drive made you sick to your stomach. The roads were extremely narrow, with very thin railing separating you from a 5000 foot drop to your death.

"Babe, slow down," you warned him.

"Why? I'm not going that fast."

"Because I actually want to make it to the lodge and not drive off the edge of the mountain."

"Relax, I know what I'm doing."

A few seconds later, you began to see the break in the trees. "Here's the turn."

"Okay," Jungkook replied, maneuvering the curve a little too quickly for your liking.

With this the two of you began your ascent further into the mountains.

The roads were wider here, and there were more cars now, so Jungkook could only go so fast. You we're finally able to relax a little. You switched on the radio, seeing if you could get any signal here. But no matter what station you turned to, it was all the same static white noise.

"Do you have any CDs?" You asked Jungkook.

"Yeah, in that little compartment behind the gear shift."

You opened the compartment only to find the entire BTS discography within it.

"Why do you only have your albums in here?"

"Because I get all of them for free. Who even buys physical albums anymore?"

You rolled your eyes and just stared out the windshield instead.

"Look Jungkook! A waterfall!" You pointed toward the cascading waterfall surrounded by tourists and their cars on your left.

Jungkook only caught a glimpse of it because he was driving so damn fast.

"Wah!! That's so amazing!" His eyes bulged out of his head.

"Do you want to turn back and look at it?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" He quickly pulled into the next turnout to make a U-turn, causing you to be flung against the passenger side door with the centrifugal force. "Yes, yes, yes, yes. Wah!"

You couldn't help but giggle at how excited he was getting.

Jungkook pulled over to the side of the road and bolted out of the vehicle, not even looking to see if any cars were coming.

"Jungkook-ah! Be careful!" You warned.

You got out of the car and sprinted after him, weaving through the crowd to get closer to the fall.

"Jungkook," you panted, extremely out of breath from chasing him down. "Why are you so excited? You've seen a waterfall before."

"Only like one time when we were in Norway," he replied, distracted by trying to aim his selfie stick at just the right angle to capture you, him, and the waterfall in the frame. "Agh! Why can't I get this right!" He exclaimed when he could only get the two of you or only the waterfall in the frame.

You put your hand on his arm to guide it to the right angle. "There you go," you said once you had the perfect shot.

"Wah, so beautiful!" Jungkook beamed.

You looked up at him and smiled. "The waterfall? Or me?"

"The waterfall," he teased.

You playfully pushed his arm, causing him to stumble backwards and almost fall over the protective railing.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, grabbing onto his bicep.

"I'm okay!" he giggled. "But now you have to re-angle the selfie stick."

"Give me that." You grabbed the stick from him and remove his phone from the end.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

He watched as you left his side and approached the nearest tourist.

"Excuse me, but will you please take a picture for me?" You asked politely.

"Sure," the woman replied.

You jogged back to Jungkook's side and he placed an arm around you.

"Ready?" the woman asked. You and Jungkook nodded. "Okay. One, two, three!" The two of you smiled wide as she snapped the picture.

"One more, please!" You requested.

The woman nodded in response.

"Ready? One, two, three!"

On three you nudged Jungkook in the ribs so he turned toward you, and when he did, you got on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. He smiled at you when you pulled back.

You really missed him the last few months when he was on tour, and now that you were together again, you wanted to savor every minute of it. You stared into his eyes and felt like drowning in the deep brown pools that held the universe. At that moment it felt like it was just you and him, with the calming rush of the waterfall behind you, and you had never been happier.

"Ahem." The woman cleared her throat, jolting you out of your little moment. She seemed anxious to get back to her family, which was understandable.

You stepped forward to retrieve Jungkook's phone. "Sorry. Thank you." You smiled at her, and to your relief she smiled back.

"Let me see," Jungkook said, and took the phone from you. "Aww. We're so cute," he raved as he flipped back and forth between the two photos.

You grabbed onto his arm and looked along with him. "Hey, send those to me, will you?"

He nodded and attempted to text the photo to you before realizing. "No signal.” He frowned.

"Ah, right. Later, when we get to the lodge then."

Jungkook remained on the picture of the two of you kissing.

"I think that's my favorite picture of us," you told him.

He smiled down at you and set the photo as his lock screen and wallpaper.

"Now I get to see it everytime I open my phone."

You tugged on his arm. "Great. Now let's get to the hotel so I can do the same." You grinned at each other. You didn't think you were ever as happy as you were when you were by his side.

You and Jungkook got into the car and drove. You kept your hand on his thigh the entire time and occasionally snuck glances at him. You observed the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, with his veins slightly bulging through his skin. He broke into a huge grin whenever he caught you looking at him, and seeing that made your heart race, the same way it did when you first met.

"I love you," you said to him, about the thousandth time he caught you staring.

"I love you, too," he replied with the biggest smile on his face.

You grabbed the map and studied it for a couple of seconds. "Turn right up here and pull into the clearing," you instructed him.

"Why?"

"I want to kiss you."

Jungkook chuckled and did as he was told, pulling into a small clearing under the cover of tall, dense pine trees. There would be no way for anyone passing to see you unless they intentionally drove into the clearing, so you felt you and Jungkook were safe and secluded.

You took off your seat belt and climbed over the center console to straddle him in the driver's seat. You stared at each other for a little bit, taking in the details of your faces. It had been so long since you were able to look at him like this.

"I missed you so much," Jungkook whispered. "You have no idea."

"I think I do," you replied.

You bent down and pressed your lips against his, feeling the warmth of his mouth against yours. Your body melted into him as Jungkook gently massaged your ass with his hands. You pressed yourself harder against him, feeling like you could never be close enough. He moaned as you grinded your hips into his. You took off his cap so you could run your fingers through his hair. Jungkook parted his lips and opened his mouth to you. Your tongue snaked its way between his lips and quickly found his. The two of you remained with your mouths interlocked until you couldn't take it anymore.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

You felt his bulge hardening beneath you and you grinded into him harder, trying to get some much needed friction on your clit. A moan escaped your throat as he hit just the right spot through your jeans.

Jungkook pulled back slightly. "Oh god, I've missed this," he groaned. He squeezed your ass harder, causing you to moan louder.

"Me too."

You curled your fingers beneath the hem of his black hoodie and tugged on it until Jungkook raised his arms up. You swiftly pulled the sweatshirt over his head and immediately placed your mouth back on his.

Jungkook's hands roamed up your waist and found their way beneath your shirt, grazing over your smooth stomach before settling on and cupping your breasts.

"Take your shirt off," Jungkook urged, his lips still pressed against yours.

"You too," you said.

You both pulled back and removed your shirts. You sat back on his lap and ran your hands over his toned abs. Jungkook shuddered beneath your fingertips. He reached up and unclasped your bra, letting your breasts spill free.

"I love you so much," he murmured as he started placing kisses up and down your neck. You threw your head back to give him better access.

Jungkook worked his way down until he reached your nipple, gently taking one between his lips and sucking lightly.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you gasped.

Jungkook removed his mouth from your breast. He grabbed his belt with one hand and looped a finger in one of your belt loops with his other hand. "I think we both agree that these need to come off." His breathing was getting heavy already.

You unbuttoned your jeans and attempted to take them off, but with the two of you squished in the driver's seat like this, it was pretty difficult.

Both of you were finally able to remove your pants after quite a bit of struggling and threw them in the back seat.

“Should we move to the back..?” you suggested.

“How about we just do this instead.” Jungkook reached for the lever beneath the seat and reclined the back all the way down.

You loved the view of him beneath you.

His back was flat against the leather seat, his abs illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the branches of the trees, and his cock lay on his stomach, a glistening bead of precum leaking from its tip.

He just looked so deliciously aroused, you couldn't wait to have him inside you.

But that would have to wait.

Because as much as you loved fucking him, you also loved teasing him.

You positioned and then lowered yourself onto him. Jungkook groaned at the sudden pressure on his dick. He gripped your hips hard, trying to get you to move. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as he guided your core up and down his member, your clit rubbing against the length of his shaft.

The bead of precum was beginning to form a small pool on his abdomen, and your juices lubricated his cock so nicely. You couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside of you.

From the way Jungkook whined beneath you, so did he.

"You ready?" You asked him teasingly.

He grunted. "Can't you tell I've been ready?"

You giggled and took his dick in your hand. Jungkook cried out as you stroked up and down his length.

Seeing him so whiney and needy only made the heat in the pit of your stomach rise.

Your core throbbed as you lined him up at your entrance. Jungkook gasped as his tip just barely entered you. You paused for a moment, reveling in his reaction, and studying his face intently before sitting down all the way.

He threw his head back and moaned as you took him completely to the hilt. “Ah fuck," he groaned. "It's been so long. I'm not gonna last.”

“Do it for me, babe," you crooned. But from the tight feeling that was building in your lower abdomen, you didn't think you would last very long either.

Jungkook's eyes were shut tight and you could see his jaw clench as you moved up and down his length. His thighs shook as he met your movements with the thrust of his hips. Damn, he looked so good like that, just barely holding on, gripping at your flesh for dear life. He filled you up so well and you missed the feeling of having him inside of you, stroking your walls in a way that drove you absolutely insane.

You were so close, just barely on the edge of your high.

“Ahh! Don't stop,” Jungkook cried.

Smiling, you slowed your movements, grinding to a near complete halt, and pressed down on his hips with your hands so he couldn't thrust into you. You leaned into him, your lips right next to his ear as you whispered, “Now why the fuck would I stop?” You teased and nibbled at his earlobe. A gesture that drove him completely mad.

Jungkook whined at the lack of movement. He was right on the brink of orgasm. Just a couple more strokes and he would have been a goner. But now that you had slowed so much that you were nearly static, and he could feel his high slipping further and further away from him.

He opened his eyes to look at you. “God, I hate when you do that,” he groaned.

“But you're not as close anymore, right?”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

“Good. I need you to hold out for me, babe,” you drawled, dropping your voice low and slow and you felt Jungkook’s dick twitch inside of you.

You kissed him as he gripped your ass, urging you to move. “Fuck. Please keep going," he muttered against your lips.

You removed your hands from his hips and placed them on either side of his head, leaning forward, with your nipples grazing his chest. You rolled your hips forward repeatedly and moved up and down Jungkook’s cock, watching the way his face twisted with every stroke. You kissed him again. “Whatever you say, my love.”

Saying you loved the effect you had on Jungkook was an understatement. The ability to reduce him to a whining, whimpering mess was something only you possessed, and that gave you a sense of indescribable pride. It was the ability to turn this tough, muscular guy into a puddle of mush. Only you could make him beg and plead. And you loved it so much.

You pulled back from his face, taking in his blissful expression and the rosy flush of his cheeks. So beautiful, and somehow... pure. Not pure in the virginal sense, but rather in a sense that he was just a boy, simply giving into his lust, in a state of pure ecstasy.

You placed a chaste, lingering kiss on his cheek.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you against him. You could feel the heat and the thin layer of sweat in between your bodies. You could feel his heartbeat in your chest.

Looking at Jungkook like this for the first time in so long, you found yourself reminded that you were completely in love with him.

The tension in your core was becoming unbearable, and you cried out as you finally let yourself come.

Feeling your walls clench and convulse around his length, Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. "Please, can I come yet?"

Still breathing heavy from your orgasm, you gasped out a, "Yes, Jungkook, come for me."

He began to pull out, but you grabbed his thighs to stop him.

"No. Come inside me," you told him.

After a few short thrusts, you felt him releasing in hot spurts inside of you.

You lay on top of him and wrapped your arms around him, nestling your nose into the crook of his neck and listening to his heavy breathing and the thumping of his heart.

Jungkook stroked your back with one hand and tangled the other in your hair.

You were so content like this, you could stay here forever.

You closed your eyes and breathed in his musky scent.

He kissed you on the top of your head and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too," you whispered back.

"More than anything."

"Me too."

Jungkook sat up, lifting you with him. "We should get dressed and get going," he suggested.

"Right, we should get to the lodge." You stayed there a little while longer, not wanting to move, but eventually you knew you had to.

You gave him another kiss before climbing into the back seat to get cleaned up and put on your clothes. Once you were dressed and in the passenger seat again, Jungkook climbed in the back did the same.

Soon the two of you were back on the road, driving at a highly dangerous speed toward your destination.

You stared out the window, watching as the thousands of trees passed you by. You breathed out onto the window, causing part of it to fog up. You traced your finger through the condensation in the shape of a heart, writing Jungkook's initials within it.

He snuck a glance at you as you did so. "Whatcha doin?"

You turned around to find him smiling at you. "Eyes on the road," you told him. His smile only grew wider. You stared back out the window. "Wow sex in the wilderness," you mused. "I never thought I'd check that off my bucket list."

"That was on your bucket list?"

"Haha, no."

Jungkook chuckled.

"Is it on anyone's? I mean, unless you're in a car or something, there are so many bugs. I don't want them anywhere near my genitals." You cringed at the thought

"Ew, yeah. I see your point."

Suddenly, the car began to slow down. You looked ahead to see a seemingly endless amount of cars in front of you.

"I think we're getting close," Jungkook observed.

You pick up the map. "Yeah, the parking lot is right around here."

Once inside the lodge, you went up to the front desk to check in. However the receptionist told you that your room wouldn't be ready for another hour. The two of you decided to grab something to eat from the food court next door before returning to the lobby to wait.

You sat in one of the chairs by the door checking your social media while Jungkook played around on the railing just outside.

“Jungkook-ah!” You called to him without looking up from your phone. “Stop it or you’ll hurt yourself!”

“Will not! Ooof!”

You rolled your eyes as he fell off the railing and landed on his shoulder. If it were anyone else you would have been concerned, but you knew how quickly your boyfriend bounced back from things like this. Less than a second later he sprang up and bounded over to you, plopping down in the seat next to you.

“Jungkook, you are a child.”

“But you love me though, don’t you?” He slouched down into the seat, nuzzling his head against your arm and pouting at you. You rolled your eyes again, so he sat up and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. A faint smile tugged at your lips, and seeing it caused Jungkook to grin widely and kiss you again.

“Agh stop! We’re in public!” You exclaimed, trying to avoid eye contact with the person sitting fewer than five feet in front of you.

He kissed you again. “I’m not going to stop until you tell me you love me.”

“Ugh fine. I love you, my big, overgrown child.”

He giggled. “I love you too, babe.”

Jungkook nuzzled into your neck as you put your arm around him. The two of you stayed there for a little bit, just basking in each other's affection, until the receptionist called you over to tell you your room was ready.

The first thing you did when you got to the room was kick off your shoes and flop down on the bed. For some reason, spending the entire day in the car had made you unbelievably exhausted. You closed your eyes, and nearly fell asleep before you felt the bed shake from Jungkook plopping down next to you.

He snuggled up next to you, and you let him slip an arm beneath your head while you rolled over to place your hand on his chest.

Jungkook hummed as he pressed his nose into your hair.

"We should go to sleep early because we have a tour in the morning," you mumbled.

"Mmm..? Yeah.."

"We should probably get showered and eat dinner soon."

"Mhm. Let's just nap for a little bit, though."

Somehow that nap blended into the next morning and you awoke to the light of the rising sun streaming through the window. When you opened your eyes, you were still in Jungkook's arms, your favorite place to be.

You slithered out of his embrace and booped his nose with yours. His eyelids fluttered but remained closed, so you did it again.

"Wake up, Jungkook," you murmured.

He slowly opened his eyes. "Hmm?"

"We slept through the whole night." You yawned. "We have to shower and get ready for our tour soon."

He sat up. You giggled at how he struggled to force his eyes open and how his hair stuck up in every direction.

You pushed him off the bed and toward the bathroom where the two of you got showered and dressed.

Down at the lobby, you checked in for the bus tour and got your tickets. You still had about half an hour before it started so you and Jungkook went to get some food at the food court. The two of you grabbed coffee, water, and sandwiches to eat on the hike.

The bus tour started on the Valley floor. The driver explained the history of the park and pointed out significant landmarks that people could check out after the tour.

"If you look to your left you'll see a parking lot, which almost always has a line to get into. Now, we're not going to stop here, but beyond that parking lot, if you look up, you'll see one of the most famous waterfalls in this park," he announced. "That is Bridal Veil Fall. A lot of people make the mistake of calling it Bridal Veil Falls. But nope, they're wrong. Falls refers to a waterfall with multiple drops. Like Yosemite Falls, which has two drops. Whereas a fall is one continuous stream of water. I am very picky about this so don't call it Bridal Veil Falls around me unless you're looking to tussle."

Laughter filled the vehicle.

The driver continued to explain the history behind the waterfall as the tourists craned their necks to get a better look at what the hell he was talking about.

As you stared out the window, Jungkook nudged you at your side. "Hey, that sounds cool. We should check it out if we have time."

"Yeah sure, I guess." You shrugged.

"Okay," the driver continued. "Say goodbye to it because we're not stopping. I'm going to take a turn here and we'll begin our ascent up the mountain. There will be many landmarks that I'll talk about, and we'll be stopping at them on the bus ride down. However, those of you taking the bus to the top and then hiking down, I hope you visit them on your own time because they are truly incredible."

The bus passed by a grove of burnt tree stumps and blackened grass.

"Now, if you look out the window, you'll see a bunch of the forest has been burned down. About four acres of the forest was intentionally set ablaze by the park maintenance crew. I know what you're probably thinking, 'Aren't forest fires bad? Isn't there a whole campaign with Smokey Bear? Only YOU can stop forest fires!' Which is a good point. But sometimes, starting fires can be a good thing. Does anyone one know why?"

"Because the fire clears off the dead debris and opens up seed pods to allow new vegetation to grow," Jungkook answered softly, mostly to himself.

"That's correct!" The driver exclaimed and Jungkook was startled because he didn't expect him to hear. The driver repeated Jungkook's answer for the rest of the riders to hear.

You punched him softly on the arm. "Smartass."

"We're now approaching Glacier Point, where I will have to say goodbye to some of you." The driver feigned a sniffle. "Good luck to those of you hiking down. The trails are very steep and slippery so please don't slip off the edge of the mountain and die."

You gave Jungkook and pointed look.

"What?"

"You heard the man. Be careful, Jungkook," you warned.

"I'm always careful." He puffed out his chest in defiance.

"Sure, Jeon."

The driver stopped the bus and stood up to face the passengers. "Here at Glacier Point, you'll be able to get a panoramic view of the entire park. The Half Dome is directly across the Valley. And if you look down, about 3,000 feet below us is the lodge where I picked ya'll up. Up here there are also bathrooms, although they're pretty disgusting, and a gift shop to satiate all your capitalistic needs. Speaking of capitalistic needs, although not necessary, tips are greatly appreciated. Wink, wink." He opened the doors to the bus and stepped down. "For those of you taking the tour bus back down, I'll meet you hear in exactly one hour. Please don't be late or you're going to have to join the people hiking down."

Everyone exited the vehicle. You tipped the driver and thanked him for the tour. He wished you luck on your hike down and sent the two of you off.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Angle it so it looks like I'm licking the mountain!"

"Just shut up and take the picture." His tongue was still out so his words were almost indiscernible.

"I already took it like two minutes ago. I just wanted to see how long you'd hold that stupid pose."

"I hate you." He stepped down from the ledge and took the phone from you.

"No you don't. You love me," you retorted.

He scoffed and tried to unlock your phone. "I see you changed your background." He flipped the screen around so you could see the picture of you and Jungkook from yesterday.

"I'm going to change it again later to the stupid photo I just took."

Jungkook inspected the pictures. "I don't know what you're talking about. These photos look bomb. You should become a professional photographer."

"Is that sarcasm?"

"No. Absolutely not. I'm just sincerely appreciating your photo taking skills because you're very talented and I love you with my whole entire heart."

You lightly punched his arm. "Shut up, you mush ball. I love you, too."

He beamed at you and you couldn't help but smile back.

Jungkook took a hold of your hand. "Shall we get going? You ready to hike down?”

You nodded.

"Great! Let's go!" He began leading you down the path where other tourists gathered and took pictures.

"The trail is this way," you told him, pulling him in the other direction.

"Oh, right." He suddenly noticed all the signs that pointed toward the different hiking trails.

The trail you chose began through a wide, flat grove of fir trees. The ground was firm, yet spongy beneath your feet.

"Hey this isn't too bad," you said. "When the tour guide said the trail was difficult, I was expecting a lot worse." Little did you know this part was a walk in the park compared to the adventure that lay ahead.

That flat, wide grove became narrower, and the dirt path became slippery stone. Soon, what was once a trail in the forest became a narrow shelf on the side of the mountain. The shelf was about 1.5 meters wide, flanked on one side by a stone wall and on the other by a steep drop to the valley floor.

"Holy shit," you muttered, letting Jungkook pass you and trying to stay as close to the stone wall as you could.

"Spoke too soon, didn't you?" He called back to you.

"Shut up."

Jungkook laughed and paused a few meters ahead of you, waiting for you to catch up.

"You know the trail gets steeper, right?"

"Oh, God." Once you caught up to Jungkook, you motioned for him to keep going.

"Wait," he said. "Let's just pause for a second and enjoy this view."

You turned and faced away from the stone wall toward the steep 3000 foot drop and the trees and mountains beyond it. Alternating patches of green and grey, with the occasional white of snow in the distance. The sky was bright and the sun was shining down, casting a soft golden glow on everything. It was almost like you were looking at a painting. Everything was so still, so quiet. This high up, there were no birds or wildlife. All you could hear was the distant roar of a waterfall, and the rustling of the trees and plants in the breeze around you. The crisp, fresh air filled your lungs as you breathed in, so different from the smoggy, pollution-filled air back home.

"Wow," you gasped. Jungkook put his arm around you and you leaned into him and just stared out into the mountains.

You had to admit that, as terrifying as it was, it was also beautiful. Your fear was offset by the serene, soothing nature. You almost felt at peace.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jungkook sighed. "I wish we had places like this back home."

"There are mountains in Busan, right?"

"Yeah. But nothing like this."

The two of you stood there, looking out into the distance, enjoying the view for a little longer, before you decided to continue on.

"How long is this trail?" Jungkook asked you once the two of you started walking again.

"Five miles."

"That's not too bad! It should take us about three hours? Maybe two and a half if we're quick!" He bounded ahead on the slippery granite path.

A couple of times, the two of you had to stop to let people who were hiking up pass by. However, Jungkook was able to make up for lost time by running ahead.

A while later, you noticed that Jungkook had stopped ahead of you, but you didn't see any people coming your way. “Why'd you stop, babe?”

When you got to him, you saw. Before him was a waterfall, pouring down the stone wall on your left, and continuing down the steep drop to your right. There was a narrow path of smooth, round rocks that cut across the stream, but it was undoubtedly slippery.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You can do it,” he encouraged. “I believe you can.” The corners of his mouth tugged up in reassurance.

“No, I really don't think I can.” You clenched your jaw. Your hands were becoming sweaty at the thought of possibly slipping and plunging off the edge.

Jungkook looked at you, noticing how nervous you were. It was too late to turn back, but he knew how scared you were and didn't want to force you to cross yourself. “In that case…”

Suddenly, you were being swept off your feet as Jungkook took you into his arms.

“Oh, my god,” you gasped. You squeezed your eyes shut as Jungkook carried you like a princess across the stream, hopping from stone to slippery stone with ease. Before you knew it, you were planted safely on the ground. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook grinning widely at you.

“That wasn't so bad, right?”

Bluntly, you replied, “Honestly that was terrifying and I hope we don't have to do it again.”

He chuckled and the two of you continued down the path.

After the waterfall, the path seemed to get steeper and steeper and curved back and forth down the side of the mountain. Navigating the turns were the scariest, since they were very narrow and sharp. The later in the day it got, the hotter it became. Occasionally you had to stop for water breaks so you wouldn't pass out under the midday heat. Your knees began to hurt from the downhill climb and you could feel blisters starting to form on your feet. However, you pushed forward, trying to keep up with your energetic boyfriend.

Often times, Jungkook got too cocky, and ended up slipping and falling on the slippery stone.

Each time, your heart nearly stopped because you were worried he'd slip over the edge.

Each time, you would call ahead to him, “Jungkook, you okay?”

Each time, he would give you a thumbs up and shout back, “Yep! Just a little scrape! No big deal.”

And each time, you'd smile like an idiot at just how resilient your bunny boy was.

About halfway down, the two of you took a break beneath a dense pine tree to eat your sandwiches. Both of you were so hungry you quickly shoved them in your mouths and continued on.

The further you descended, the more colorful your surroundings became. Pink, orange, and purple flowers started appearing on the sides of the path and you were so relieved because it meant you were getting close to the bottom. Bird and squirrels and other small animals would pop their heads out of the dense foliage that began to line the mountain.

“I think we’re almost there,” you said.

You noticed Jungkook frowning.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?”

He slowed down until you were beside him and took your hand. “This whole thing, spending time with you and all, just feels really nice. I don't really want it to end.”

You smiled and turned to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Aw, babe. We can still spend time together. Just not here.”

He sighed. “Yeah, but here there’s just us. No fans, no managers, no one else. It's so quiet and nice. I kind of wish it was always like this.”

“Yeah. I get what you mean. It can get crazy sometimes. Especially when you're not always home.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

“Hm?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

His voice grew soft. “You know, dating me? Going out with an idol?”

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe he would actually suggest such a thing. “Of course not! I admit that sometimes it's a little rough, you know, not being able to see each other or never having privacy, but I love you regardless. Idol or not I still love you.”

Jungkook stopped and stepped to the side, in case anyone came along who wanted to pass. You looked up at him wondering why he stopped. He stuck his free hand in his pocket and looked at his feet, suddenly getting shy like he did when the two of you first started dating.

“What is it, Jungkook?”

He hesitated, mouth opening like he wanted to say something, but then closed it again. After a pause, he shook his head. “Nothing.” He smiled at you. “I love you, too.” He then bent down and gave you a quick kiss on your lips.

When he pulled back, the serious expression he had just a moment ago was gone, and he was back to his adorable, goofy self. “I think we're almost there,” he said. “The path is pretty flat here. I’ll race you to the end?”

“You know I couldn't possibly beat you,” you told him.

“Not with that attitude you won't!” He then let go of your hand. “Go go go!” He exclaimed with a dumb grin as he ran forward at top speed.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You yelled after him and sprinted to catch up.

The stone path ended and melted into the same kind of spongy, flat grove that you saw at the start of the trail. You saw Jungkook stopped ahead of you and when you caught up to him, you dropped to your knees and wanted to kiss the ground. The sweet, flat, solid ground.

Your calves burned, your knees ached, and your feet were sore. Your hair, which was tied in a neat bun earlier this morning, was now a hot mess. Sweat and dirt felt like it coated every inch of your body and you seemed desensitized to all the little flying critters around you.

“Oh, God! It’s over! After three hours, we meet again!” You screamed at the ground.

Jungkook just stood snickering at you. You wanted more than anything to simply collapse on the floor and lie down, staring at the clear blue sky above you. The same blue sky you just descended from. But then you remembered: bugs. You quickly got up before they had the chance to attack you.

“Now where the fuck are we?” Jungkook asked.

“No fucking clue.”

So the two of you kept walking until you found a road and a sign with a map on it. “Okay, according to this, the lodge is that way,” you said, pointing down one direction of the road. “But it's, like, two kilometers away.”

“That's not too bad! We made it this far, so what's another two kilometers?”

You stared down at your aching thighs and sighed. “I guess you're right.”

Jungkook grabbed your hand. “Great! Let’s go!” He started off down the road.

“Wait! Be careful of cars!”

At that moment a car zoomed past you, the driver aggressively honking its horn.

“Sorry!” Jungkook called after the vehicle. Once he checked to make sure no cars were coming, he crossed to the other side where there was a pedestrian walkway. “Okay, now let’s go.”

Once back at the hotel, you were so exhausted you just flopped onto the bed on your back. "I'm going to be so sore in the morning," you groaned, massaging the muscles of your thighs with your hands.

Jungkook kicked off his shoes and joined you. He crawled in between your legs and hovered over you. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, kissing you hungrily. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth as his hand roamed up and down your thigh.

You pulled back from the kiss. "Aren't you tired?"

Slightly dazed, he shook his head. "Quite invigorated actually. Especially after seeing you walk around in those tight leggings all day." He bit his lip.

You could feel his erection growing and beginning to press in between your legs. It was definitely getting you in the mood, but you weren't sure you had the energy for sex right now. Jungkook on the other hand seemed to have an endless amount of stamina.

His mouth moved it’s way down to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. “You know, orgasms tend to feel better after a workout,” he mumbled into your skin.

“There you go, being a smartass again.” You gasped as he darted his tongue out and gently licked your throat.

He pulled back, peering at you through his lashes, waiting for your consent.

"Okay,” you agreed. “But you're going to have to do most of the work.”

"Considering how well you rode me yesterday, I think I owe you one."

You giggled as Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and kissed you again.

You awoke the next morning to being head-butted by Jungkook's giant head.

"Wake up, babe," he prodded. "We have to get to the airport soon."

You groaned and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. "I don't wanna go. Can't we just stay here forever?"

"Come on. I have to go back to work soon. And so do you."

You grimaced. "Ew, work."

Jungkook got up and put on a shirt. Then he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom, where you groggily washed your face and brushed your teeth.

Once the two of you were packed, you hit the road again, saying one last goodbye to this magical place.

You stared out the window as the car followed the river, hoping you'd be able to return here someday. Just before reaching the exit, you hit traffic again.

"What's going on this time?" Jungkook asked.

You craned your neck to get a better look at the road in front of you. "I don't know. I think people are waiting in line to get into that parking lot. Let me look at the map to see what it is." You took the crumpled up piece of paper out of the glove compartment. "Oh! It's Bridal Veil Fall! The tour guide talked about it yesterday."

"We haven't seen it yet. We should go!"

"I don't know. The line seems really long. Will we be able to get to the airport in time?"

"Our flight doesn't leave for 6 hours. We've got plenty of time!"

"The airport is 4 hours away, though."

"We can always book a later flight."

"Fine," you sighed.

Jungkook joined the queue to get into the parking lot. Once inside, he swiftly found a spot and the two of you got out of the car and walked hand in hand toward the protective barrier to marvel at the nearly 200 meter tall waterfall.

"The natives believed that the waterfall was home to a spirit that guarded the valley of the forest," you told him, recalling what the bus driver had said on the tour yesterday. "They also believed that inhaling the mist increased your chances of marriage." You felt Jungkook's hand slip from yours as you admired the plunging water.

When you looked over at him, he was no longer standing next to you.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?" You asked as he kneeled on one knee beside you.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a tiny fabric pouch. He poured the ring that was inside it into his hand and held it up with his fingertips. Your heart beat faster as you and all the people around you realized what he was doing. "Y/N," he began. His voice was barely a whisper. You could hardly hear him over the roar of the waterfall and the pounding of your heart. He cast his gaze down briefly as he tried to gather his words. A blush crept into his cheeks and you couldn't help but smile at his shyness. "When I said I love you more than anything, I meant it," he continued. "Y/N, as cheesy and cliche as it sounds, and I know you hate shit like that, I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"Jungkook..." You weren't usually an emotional crier, but you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Y/N, will you marry me?"

You wanted more than anything to say yes. Because you, too, loved him with every ounce of your being. But you just couldn't bring yourself to say that one little word. Instead, you replied with, "Jungkook, I don't know if I'm ready for that. I mean, we're still so young."

He nodded. "I know. We don't have to do it any time soon. Just promise me that we will some day."

"In that case then yes, Jungkook. I will marry you."

He stood up and placed the ring on your finger, never once breaking his smile, not even when he bent down to kiss you. No words could express how happy you were when he picked you up and whirled you around with his lips still on yours.

“I love you,” he whispered when he broke the kiss.

“I love you, too.” You smiled and kissed him again.

You spent the rest of the trip home staring at your ring, wondering how you were so lucky to find someone you loved with all your heart and felt the same way about you. This was definitely a trip you would never forget, and you couldn't wait for all the adventures you'd have together with Jungkook in the future.

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eversall · 6 years

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can u recommend any really good jimon writers/fics in particular?

this question really only serves to look like i’m a superfan for jess but I yam what I yam so you know what i don’t even care. all my favorite writers are on this list! (i think!) also if i listed every single story i loved from these authors we’d be here for years. if the author’s on this list, i love all their stories.

hit me up by @softjimon

i don’t know if people realize but i’m a little obsessed with jess and her fics? i’d read anything she wrote. she could tell me that jace shapeshifts into a wooden table and simon is the thrift store shopper who accidentally buys him when he panics and changes into table form and they fall in love and i’d believe her. this part of the post is cancelled, jess found out and made me write this and you can find it here anyway this fic is not actually about table!jace but a sweet, heartwarming, and ridiculously funny story about how simon and jace move from enemies to friends, told through their texts to each other and other people over time. features this iconic text from luke: THAT’S MY BOY

p.s. this friends!au new years kiss by @softjimon again

wildly adorable and great read for if you just want to read something short and sweet.

you better work, bitch by @firstaudrina

everyone and their mothers probably recs this because it’s just that fucking good. super in-character, charming, and well-paced.

call it magic by @aleclwb

you’d never expect to get so attached to a story with a haunted sandwich shop and yet you will. c’est la vie. amazing writer, with a knack for weaving in just the right amount of plot and dialogue.

sweet cheeks by @meliorn

jace owns a bakery and he and simon pine after each other, flirt adorably, and make out a little. it’s heartwarming and so, so very sweet.

let’s try again tomorrow by @the-undergod

i mean look i hope everyone’s read syncopation by now by this author because it’s just one of the best jimon friends to benefits aus every written, period, but i also wanna strongly recommend this fic because it’s just, god, it’s exquisite. the pining, the pacing, the amount of loving detail that goes into crafting the progress of jace and simon’s relationship - it’s all so good. it’s not finished yet, but its on the final chapter (i think).

at the hip by @simonlewhiss

this is so adorable and full of witty little observations from everyone on the outside looking in at jace and simon, and ends with the cutest possible first kiss. everything sarah writes is so good and she has so many introspective pieces that explore the relationships between characters. (also i know this is supposed to be a jimon fic rec but family is family was one of the first fics i read when i was devouring sh content and i wanna make sure everyone’s reads it because it’s amazing!!)

let my heart light the way by @mxgnxsbane

TRUE LOVE’S KISS DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY ANY MORE?? quinn is an amazing writer and one-half of the force behind bleed me dry and the entire force behind the plot of bleed me dry so she’s literally one of the most amazing authors i know, and i miss her writing :(

which is clearer, a or b by @vexedcer

cer is a genius with words and theres literally nothing you can say to change my mind on that. everytime they post something i settle in because i know the writing is going to be beautiful and thoughtful and so good!!

bleed me dry by me, @mxgnxsbane

…sorry, i just really love this fic it’s 25k of me and quinn’s blood sweat and tears and i can’t NOT peddle it lmao

you’re all i want (for christmas) by @notcrypticbutcoy

the level of pining in this is phenomenally sweet, and i could reread jace telling simon he does care about him a million times over

five times people interfered in jace and simon’s relationship and one time they changed it together by @softjimon

hey jess why is this title so long??? anyway jace has a tiny daughter and simon is a kindergarten teacher. nothing i write will ever compare to the pure sweetness of this, which i consider to be the original kid fic and i always read when i’m having a bad day. it genuinely just lifts me up.

thank the angel for werewolves by @zombiejace

ohhh my god a little angsty, a little sweet - the perfect combination. also featuring maia, who is amazing.

this shirtless jace thing by @softjimon

“now they’re here, shirts off and hearts open” do i need to say anything else? i was hysterically laughing through this whole thing and yet it’s still so unbearably adorable.

this coffeeshop au by @simonlewhiss

THE ONLY THING I LOVE MORE THAN COFFEE IS COFFEESHOP AUS

cocky by @ghostlyjimon

the electric feeling in this one is described so perfectly and you can feel every part of what quinn writes in this one, it’s amazing.

out of time by @softjimon

jealous jace done p e r f e c t l y . like, it’s sweet and not overly aggressive and equal parts funny and serious. perfect.

this confessing in the middle of a fight drabble by @softjimon

just so you’re aware, jess can take any genre and make it her own and write it so so cleverly you’re upset when you reach the end that there’s not a lot, lot more. this one is serious and aching and so good, with a dash of wonderful happiness at the end

i’m gonna stop now before i just start listing every fic jess has written

#dude i started this rec so long ago #people have different urls now that's how long ago #i love all these people #also me? biased towards my friends on this site? neverrrrr #obviously #:))))#Anonymous

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butiaintgonnaloveem · 7 years

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Got It Bad

Characters/pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 5150 (god I’m sorry, I just really like words)

Contains: Fluff, smut, angst, language

A/N: I wrote this for @melbelle45‘s Dirty Pop Challenge. My song prompt was U Got it Bad by Usher. I used some lines and ideas from the song and I went for the hardcore pining, hope you feel it. Assume the reader is familiar of the hunting life, and it’s sometime after S8. All my love to @impala-dreamer for her encouragement and time when I struggled with this one.

Feedback and constructive criticism are both welcomed and encouraged. xoxo

The email sat in your inbox for a month before you noticed it; buried in the spam from mailing lists and unsolicited porn. Then, it sat there for another week before you could decide what to do with it - delete it, ignore it, reply. You had a decent enough reason for each option. Your stomach did flips every time you held the cursor over the email. You’d been ready to flip your life upside down and take the leap, but then he was gone, before you had a chance to be anything.

He’d been the one. Then he became just a story, your precautionary tale of letting love slip away. The one that was set up on a pedestal. The one that no one else could compare to. Other relationships came and went with fights and struggles that made you think time and time again, ‘This wouldn’t be an issue with Sam.’

Textbook woulda, coulda, shoulda. Like some bad rom-com.

Now, there he was, his words lingering in your inbox, and in your thoughts. You read it over and over again, just to make sure it wasn’t some robot, but it was him. It was Sam. Reaching out after three years of being gone. Three years after you watched him walk out the door, only to have him not return. Three years that you’d spent on your own, quietly living and occasionally researching cases. Not as active as you’d been while he was around, but comfortable.

He was clearly trying to break the ice based on the subject of the email “I was thinking about that night at the karaoke bar.”

‘Keep it simple.’ You told yourself over and over.

“Hey Sam, Wow. I can’t believe you remember that. You know, it’s been a while since I disgraced myself on stage…”

He didn’t reply right away. And while you knew he wasn’t the type to play games, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d make you wait. Or if he regretted contacting you at all. It only took a week of mild torture and panic before he replied, full of teasing observation and intellectual musings. And though you were alone, you fought back a smile, trying to play it cool. This time you didn’t wait to reply - “Sam, Do you remember that time on State St…”

The back and forth continued with replies every few days. Old memories were quickly recalled, but neither of you lingered on those long, quickly falling into the present and picking things up like there hadn’t been a three-year gap in your lives. The emails only stopped once you signed off with- “My number hasn’t changed. If you find the time, call me.”

The sweat on your palms didn’t go away for days after. You knew if he didn’t want to talk that he’d let you down easy, yet you worried you’d pushed some invisible boundary. When the unknown number popped up on your caller ID, you jumped up as a rush of nervous energy burst through.

“Hello?” Your voice cracked as you answered, anticipation making you lose control of the simplest things.

“Hey,” his smooth voice responded. Simple and sure.

“Hi Sam,” you breathed out. You hopped up out of your seat and paced as your blood raced through your veins, making you break out in a nervous sweat. “What’s up?” You were nearly breathless as the adrenaline rushed through your system.

“Well, Dean and I are in a little town in…”

Two hours later, thoroughly high on Sam, you hung up. Your cheeks ached from the smile you’d been wearing for hours, and your skin tingled with nervous energy.

The emails stopped, but the calls didn’t. Sometimes they lasted hours, sometimes a few moments; rarely were the calls missed, no matter what you were doing.

“Hi, Sam.”

“Hey, Y/n, what are you up to?” He sounded exhausted.

“Grocery shopping,” you sighed with fake disgust, making him chuckle.

“Getting anything good?”

“You want the details of my grocery trip?”

“If it’ll keep you talking, then sure.”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, now what’s for dinner?”

It felt silly to talk about something so mundane, but it seemed like he needed the distraction, and it made you feel like he was there. Like he’d jumped into domesticity with you, arguing over the best snacks and trying to talk you into making the Greek dish with all the cinnamon and oregano.

“If you were here, I’d make it for you.”

He sighed, “Rain check then, huh?”

“You got it.”

Your smile faded as soon as he’d hung up. The loss of his voice made you feel lonelier than ever.

“What are you up to?”

You always tried to play it off as nothing, willing to push whatever you were doing to the side to give Sam your full attention since you never knew how long you had, but he always pushed you to tell him the truth.

“Reading.”

“Reading what?”

“It’s a book about Ernest Shackleton and his crew and how they survived in the Antarctic.”

“Sounds interesting, you should keep reading.”

“No, Sam, I want to talk to you -”

“No, no, keep reading. Read it to me.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” he replied, firmly.

You paused, waiting for him to laugh and tell you he was kidding, but he didn’t. Instead, heard the sounds of a chair shifting along the floor and a huff from Sam as he sat. You took a sip of water and found your place then started. At first, nervously stumbling over your words, but a few pages in, you felt confident. Sam would interrupt from time to time to make a comment or ask you to clarify something, but other than that he sat quietly, listening to you narrate the story, chuckling when you changed voices for the different characters mentioned or tripped over your words when you read out an exciting scene.

“I miss watching you read,” he blurted out while you were mid-paragraph. You held your breath, and words caught in your throat as you scrambled to come up with a reply. Your memories did nothing to help as you thought of the two of you sitting at opposite ends of a sofa, feet criss-crossed over each other in the middle beneath a blanket, reading quietly together. You let out a sad sigh, found your place on the page and started to read aloud again.

Months passed. You lived your life as normally as possible with the ghost of Sam sharing every moment with you. More than once, you’d fallen asleep with him on the line after talking late into the night. Other times he talked in a rush, using you as a talking board for his theories as he sifted through research while on a case.

You heart ached for him again and didn’t want to let it go this time - didn’t want to just keep dreaming about your lost love, but fear kept you from doing anything about it. No matter how sweet he sounded when he told you, “I want you to know, I really adore you.” Sam could never be yours, so in the meantime, you dated. Nothing serious, but you did what you could to try to remember you couldn’t just be attached to a voice over the phone. It was a useless exercise because at the end of any date, you always found yourself thinking of only Sam.

Those nights when you really felt like torturing yourself, you thought of one of the last nights you’d spent with him. You were out at some half-assed country bar, blowing off some steam after Sam and Dean finished their hunt. The crowd a strange mix of college kids and 40-somethings all enjoying the cheap liquor. Weeks of coy smiles, soft touches, and hours of conversation interrupted on occasion by shy, quick kisses had been building up something between you. That night, you were both braver, bolder.

You leaned into him at the long bar table, looking up into his eyes as you weaved your fingers together with his. You teasingly wiggled against him in time with the blaring music that limited conversation. Then he gave you that look. His eyes narrowed and tilted down at you, his lips pulled tight in a not-quite smirk, his back and shoulders were drawn straight at attention. It was hunger, and adoration; intense and raw and sent tingles rushing down your spine.The thought of it still made your heartbeat race and an ache throb between your thighs.

Bar time came and went, and the three of you retreated to the hotel they’d been occupying. Dean passed out on the old motel mattress, so you and Sam found yourselves spooning on the couch with some random late-night rerun playing softly on the tv. His arm rested over your rib cage as you traced the knuckles and veins on the back of his hand. Both of you breathed heavily, anticipation rushing through your nervous system like fire, but you tried to cover it up with tense muscles.

When his lips grazed the back of your shoulder, there was no stopping the whimper that escaped you. He tilted his head and placed firm, hot kisses under your hairline, across your shoulder, over every piece of bare skin accessible.

The blanket covering the two of you had bunched up, so you tugged out of your way, allowing you to push your back completely against his front, leaving your clothes as the only barrier between the two of you. He pulled you even closer, his forearm pressed against your ribs as he curled his body along yours. His mouth made its way along your neck, leaving trails of wet kisses and stinging nips from his teeth.

You arched your back against him and slid your arms out to let your hands roam. The one under you slid up to grasp his hair and rake along his scalp. The other found his hand, winding his fingers with yours and encouraged them to slide beneath your shirt. You kept your hand over his, and he let you guide him, tugging at your bra and massaging your breasts.

Long gone were the quiet, controlled breaths. You both sighed and hummed, hissed and whimpered. The blanket and your clothes rustled as you began to grind and tease each other. With your back still curved, you tilted your hips, rubbing your ass against his crotch and feeling the solid bulge pushing against his zipper.

You twisted your head around and he lifted his, kissing you at the awkward sideways angle, but not letting you roll over. His hand slipped out from beneath yours, leaving you to play with and pinch at your nipple as your hips rolled against him in a steady rhythm. He gripped your chin, holding you there as he kissed you until you were both gasping for air and your neck muscles burned from the strain. After he caught his breath, he tucked his head against yours, his arm wrapped around you again as he groaned your name in a deep rumble, making you moan softly in return.

With his hand spread wide, he slid it down your torso, over your belly, to the top of your jeans. He paused there until you placed your hand over his wrist, giving him a small push to move lower. He took the cue, his fingers popped the button of your jeans open.

His hot, rough palm dragged against your skin beneath your jeans and underwear until his fingertips lightly skimmed at your wetness. You ground your teeth as you whined and breathed deeply through your nose to try to keep the noise down. With your pants open, but not pulled down, Sam had just enough room to push his hand in and bend at the wrist, allowing only his fingers to slide against you and tease along your aching entrance.

“Saamm,” you breathed out, your breath shook and body twitched, moments away from losing control and riding his hand until you found relief.

He grunted in response, a sort of agreeable sound as he started to really push himself against you. Your hips, sandwiched between his crotch and his hand moved smoothly with him, letting his palm press hard against you while his fingers dipped and teased.

The need to feel him grew too overwhelming. So, you slid your hand off of his wrist, tickling his forearm as you went, then reached between the two of you until you could feel the front of his jeans. His hand pressed hard against your pussy when you grabbed him through the material. Both of you froze for a moment, your bodies going stiff, not even breathing as you tried to keep yourselves under control. When you finally let out a breath, Sam shifted, pulling his hips back slightly to allow your hand to move. You struggled for a moment to unbuckle his belt with only one hand behind your back, and he took advantage of your distracted attention to nibble at your ear. The feel of his hot breath and lips on your sensitive skin sent your whole body into a squirming mess. He just huffed out a laugh as his fingers continued to swirl against your clit.

Forgetting the idea of being cute or gentle, your fingers tugged and wriggled his belt undone before easily opening the button and zipper of his jeans. Impatience continued to control you as you shoved your hand right past the elastic of his boxers, palm open as you blindly reached out for the thick erection that he’d been rutting against you. You quickly found it, sliding your palm down until you reached the base, feeling the hair and skimming your fingers at his sac. His hips stuttered at the light touch, and when you let your fingers slide back up to grip at his shaft, Sam dropped his forehead to your shoulder, curling his body into your touch and letting out harsh breaths.

“Okay?” you muttered, so low that you weren’t sure he heard you until he moved his head back up to rest just behind yours.

“Fuck. Yes,” he whispered back to you. You started to stroke him lightly, your hand wrapped around him and just skimming along his skin as you moved it up and down as much as you could while still inside his boxers. Feeling the size of him, your mind went wild creating the image of what he’d look like once you finally could face him. When he curled his fingers to push them into you, your grip tightened around him, pulled a groan through his gritted teeth as he pressed himself into your touch.

From that point it became a synchronised movement of hips and hands. He’d push his hips up as you stroked your hand down along his shaft, then pull back enough to let you slide your hand back up. You took a second to swipe your palm over his head to collect the precome, then glide back down. As your hand worked him, he did the same, pressing into you as you rolled your hips against him, letting his fingers thrust shallowly in and out of you, working you up to a frenzy. Your hands criss-crossed over each other’s bodies, wrists cramped at the angles and intensity, but neither of you stopped. It didn’t matter that you were both clothed, or that Dean was annoyingly passed out on the only bed available at the time. It was just you and Sam and the need to feel one another.

You pressed your head back against him, eyes clenched tight as your breaths came out in hushed sobs. He panted against you, the arm that was beneath your head and neck clutched you against him as he let out broken grunts against your neck.

“God, Y/n, Ineedyou,” he rushed out.

In your mind you wailed ‘Ohmygod, yes, Sam, yes’ but when you shifted your leg, you nearly slipped off the narrow couch, if it hadn’t been for Sam’s grip on you, you’d have landed on the floor. You glared into the darkness at Dean in frustration, cursing him for choosing tonight to not get lost with someone from the bar. You swallowed away the dryness in your throat, pushing away the lust for a moment to grasp the situation.

“Sam,” you twisted your head to talk to him, “Mmm, guh-od I want you, too.” He nuzzled against you, rubbing his three-day scruff over your neck and jaw, making your chest heave as you stopped your moan in your throat. “But,” you swallowed, wetting your dry tongue, “But not like this.”

His fingers stopped their movements, and his hips slowed to a gentle rock. His breaths got shorter and controlled. “What do you mean? You want to stop?” he whispered, words tight with caution.

You couldn’t stop the cringe on your face, and though he couldn’t really see you in the dark, you burned with embarrassment. Your pause making him loosen his grip as he started to push himself into the cushions behind him.

‘Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.’

“Oh, god, Sam. No. I want this-you. I don’t want to stop, but it’s just,” you shifted a little on your back so that you didn’t have to crane your neck so much to face him. “I just meant, I don’t want our first time together to be on a shitty little couch while your brother is passed out 15 feet away. I kind of imagined this happening on a bed at least.”

“Yeah,” he puffed out as he slid his hand out from between your thighs, smearing your wetness as he dragged it back up your stomach, then wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. The manic need quickly drained away as the mood became broken. You could feel the thickness in your throat and the tingling at the corners of your eyes. You slowly slid your hand out of the front of his pants, deciding against trying to give a half-hearted hand-job while fighting back tears. You tried not to, but eventually couldn’t stop yourself from sniffling.

Sam shifted again, pulling his hips away, but cradling your chest close still. “Hey,” he kissed your temple, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked out, pulse pounding against your temples.

“No. No, no,” he kissed your cheek. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re right. We can do this better.”

After a few moments, you got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back, Sam was dressed again, but had scooted into the couch as much as possible, making room for you to lie with him on the worn cushions. You burrowed into him, tangling your legs with his and letting him pull the covers up to your shoulders.

“Sorry,” you asked, voice rough emotion, “You sure this is okay?”

“Nothing to be sorry about. This is more than okay.”

“Sam, you’re so amazing. Thank you,” you whispered against his chest.

“I’d say the same about you. I’m fortunate to have you.”

You still winced when you thought of how embarrassing that night was. The regret settled deep within you and still tugged at your gut from time to time. Especially at the thought of how you should have gone with him. How you should have told him how you felt. How he made your world better; he made you better.

The two days after that night consisted of clean-up, mending wounds, tuning up the Impala. Somehow, you and Sam couldn’t find time to spare to be alone, and then - he was gone. He and Dean walked out the door of the restaurant after telling you about some quick case they had to take care of nearby, and that was that.

At least, until he sent that email.

With him back in your life, the regret and the want and the longing felt crippling. Everything was pulled back to the surface with every giddy conversation you had with him; every time you sat with dreamy eyes while you listened to him read to you, or describe in painful detail the motel room he was staying at or the scenery as Dean flew through it. The life you had wasn’t the life you wanted, and it was all you could think about.

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“What is this?”

“What’s what? Did you send me a picture of something? I didn’t ge-”

“No, Sam. What is this? Us?”

“Oh,” he replied, before staticy silence fill the line. After a moment of listening to the blood pound in your ears as your cheeks burned with nervous shame, you jumped in.

“Sorry. Nevermind. Okay. We’re friends, right? Sam, I am so glad you’re my friend, just...just want you to know that.”

He cleared his throat before responding hoarsely, “Yeah. Yeah, same here.”

“Good. Alright, well, I’ve gotta take care of some stuff, so I’ll just talk to you later.”

You didn’t even give him time to reply as you swiftly ended the call, mortified that you’d just jeopardized things with him again. All the other things you had planned for the day got put off as you chose to instead stay in and watch mindless shows on Netflix and eat junk food. Apparently doomed to always mess things up with Sam.

You ignored the knocking at your door, wishing that the person on the other side would give up and assume you weren’t there, but they didn’t seem to get the clue.

“Wrong apartment, asshole,” you grumbled as you got closer, sliding open the locks to glare at the person outside.

“Hey,” you were met with wide, hazel eyes. His forehead and eyebrows were crinkled in that adorable way they get when he was nervous or worried. His hands rested in his pockets, looking like he didn’t quite know what to do with them. You took all of him in, trying to make sense of the fact that the asshole you were about to tell off, was the person you’d been sick over for most of the day.

“Hey,” you answered timidly, swiping at your face to wipe away any evidence of food or tears, then quickly reached down to tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling away the wrinkles and wishing that you’d been able to pick a better time to have Sam standing in front of you - like maybe when your clothes matched or you’d recently had a chance to brush your hair.

“This a bad time?”

“Oh,” you snapped back to attention, trying to turn your expression into something more welcoming, “Sorry, come in.” You took your time after he entered, using the spare moment to stare at the door in panic, your stomach flipped as you turned around.

“Why are you here?” you blurted, watching in horror as his eyes widened. “Sorry. Rude. I didn’t mean that like...that. Uhm, what’s up?” You shook your head in disbelief at yourself and the forced casualness in your tone.

He stared at you with an amused grin, seemingly enjoying watching you flustered. “We were close, and I just thought it would be good to see you.”

You glared, “Close? I thought you and Dean were a state away.”

“Well, close is a loose description.”

“Right. Well, welcome, I guess?”

“Thanks,” he pinched his lip between his teeth. “You look good.”

Your ears burned with the attention as you remembered you were still wearing your messy, couch-dwelling clothes.

“Shut up,” you brushed him off, “Thirsty?”

You decided his answer was yes and took off toward the kitchen, desperate for a moment to gather your wits.

“Nice place,” he called from the living room, “Homey.”

“It’s just a place, but it’s something. It works, ya know?” You walked back into the room.

“Yeah,” he paused to sip, “Dean and I kind of have a place now.”

“Really? Since when?”

“A little while.”

As the conversation flowed, you drifted from standing awkwardly in the middle of the room to resting at opposite ends of the sofa, the drinks long since empty.

“Wow, Sam, I had no idea.”

“Yeah, it’s been an intense few years.”

“Mmhmm,” you agreed, letting the conversation slip away, having already gone through all the surface-scratching topics you could think of to pass the time.

“So, where are you and Dean staying?”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Oh, umm, I don’t know. Dean kinda dropped me off.”

You nodded as you nibbled at your cheek. “You can stay here if you want.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Sam. What are friends for, right?”

“Right,” he smiled tightly.

You gathered your spare pillows and blanket for the couch, watching as he tried to lounge comfortably across it. He gave you that fake ‘I’m fine’ smile of his, making you bite your tongue to draw away your nerves.

“Sam, you can sleep in the bed. It’s okay.”

“No, no, I’m not gonna steal your bed away from you-”

“No, I mean, I don’t mind,” you blinked long to stop the words from shaking, “We can share.”

He asked if you were sure at least five more times as followed you into your room and got comfortable under the blanket. You did your best to assure him as you created space between you on the bed. You were buzzing with awareness. All made worse by the fact that you knew exactly how it felt to sleep cuddled against him. So, you tossed and turned, unable to find a position that was comfortable without crossing into the “neutral territory.”

You heard Sam shift from time to time and when his calf nudged against yours, you held still, not wanting to part from even the smallest connection. With him facing your direction, you could hear him breathing and imagined having your ear pressed to his chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart. You tried to keep your breaths even and soft, pretending to sleep, but your racing heart made you pull in air quickly.

Without a word, Sam’s arm reached over you, surprising you as he wrapped it around you and pulled you to him. You didn’t bother to fight it, rolling into him and spreading your hands against his chest as he held you against himself.

“Y/n?” he whispered into the darkness.

“Yes, Sam?”

“I don’t know how to answer your question.”

You felt yourself getting choked up as he finally pointed out the elephant in the room. You’d been berating yourself over it since you’d asked him. Bright neon letters flashed in your mind to remind you of how stupid it sounded - ‘What is this?’ You shook your head, trying to brush it off.

“That’s fine.”

“What do you want?” He asked a moment later.

You felt your chest jump with every pound of your heart. While wishing there was something else to distract you, you were also grateful for the darkness of the room so that you wouldn’t have to look into his eyes as you confessed.

“I, “you stalled, “I just want you in my life. And I just kinda thought for a while about us being together. Like, if I ever had another chance, that I’d take it.” You could feel your thoughts stretching, the danger of rambling approaching rapidly so you shut it all down. “But, it’s okay. Like I said, I just want you in my life. You’re pretty much my best friend.”

Your words curled up at the end, as if you were asking to still be friends. If you could have squirmed away, you would have, but his arms held tight around you. His thumbs stroked back and forth over your tense muscles. His voice sounded unsure when he spoke up again.

“You know I have no money, and almost live out of a car.”

“Not that it matters, but yeah, I know,” You sighed in relief that he’d let you down easily.

“I don’t think I can be friends with you,” he muttered.

The few seconds of relief had shattered. You tucked your chin to your chest to pull away from him as tears rushed from the corners of your eyes.

“T-that’s ok. I’m sorry, Sam,” you sniffled, unable to hide the sadness quickly consuming you.

“No, nonono, stop. Please?” he asked. His voice shifted as he tilted his head to yours. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that.” He squeezed you tighter, pushing a sob from your lips. “I’m sorry. Look. I don’t know what we are, but I can’t just be friends with you. I just can’t forget - I don’t want to forget what we had and that it wasn’t something. I-Isn’t something.”

He paused, taking in unsteady breaths as you continued to sniffle into the sheets. You couldn’t open your mouth to say anything to him. Your fingers curled as you started to ball up his shirt in your fists. Doing whatever you could to keep your crying from becoming wailing.

“Hey, hey, listen to me, please? I know I am doing this all wrong, but please, please just listen,” he begged, his hands rubbing soothingly against your back. You nodded to let him know you were paying attention, internally begging for it to be over so that you could run away and hide and never have to look at him again. “What we had...that’s...I’ve thought about you more times than I can count and wished twice as many times that I could have changed things and had you with me.”

“What?” you whispered, voice thin from fear and hope. You tilted your ear closer to him to make certain you heard every word.

“My life feels off-track without you. You don't know what you do to me, and how much I wish things could be different.”

Tears continued to fall, your face was a mess, blotchy and wet, but you lifted your head up to peer at him in the dark, anxious to see him as much as you could.

“If they could be different,” you swallowed, searching for his eyes in the shadowy room “Then what?”

He inhaled deeply, his hands slid up your back, surprisingly nimble in the blackness of the room, until they reached your cheeks, swiping away at the wetness there.

“Then? I'd tell you that I want us to be an us. That I adore you and-”

You cut him off by pushing your lips up to his. It was short, but sweet. You pulled away, finally unclenching your fists from his shirt and smoothing down the warm wrinkles. Your body trembled, but your voice was soft and clear.

“Sam, don't you dare think I'm letting you walk away again. Not without me. I'm your girl. I promise you, I'm going to love you the best that I can.”

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A List of 101 Jungkook/Jimin Recommendations

Since I began reading Jungkook/Jimin stories early last year, I’ve tried to keep track of all the ones that left a lasting impression. Unfortunately, I most definitely have missed out on other amazing stories that I have either not read or have not been able to recall (a lot of the ones on Tumblr I’ve unfortunately got no way of digging out of my 20,000+ likes). Regardless, I hope you find something in this list :) (List is in no particular order, and I’ve tried to include summaries as provided by the authors themselves. Also, please read the tags accordingly, as the list includes stories covering a wide array of topics)

Start a Riot by chihiro (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk and Jimin have been at this for a long time. The only difference now is that Jimin has grown up and Jeongguk sees no reason why he shouldn't have what he has wanted since a long damned time.

sweet like honey by graseun (Rating: M)

- we've been making shades of purple out of red and blue

Nowhere We Can Really Be Free by bangswing (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk is awakened to the supernatural walking beside him, wearing an ugly sweater and the sweetest smile.

Mine for the Taking by staycute1234 (Rating: M)

- Alpha Jungkook wants to mate Omega Jimin, but Jimin likes to play hard to get.

practiced by wordcouture (Rating: M)

- the fans have another thing comin'--but speaking of coming...

that spin i’m in by wordcouture (Rating: T)

- Open your mind, let your fantasies unwind. Welcome to the Moulin Rouge.

Blow Me Like Your French Horn by ohdizzy (Rating: T)

- In which Jimin undergoes a transformation from Cinnamon Roll to Sinnamon Roll and Jeongguk is a little too competitive, a little too tsundere, and a little bit too moony-eyed for his own good. “i see that you adore playing your loud ass trumpet at random moments in the middle of the night, well fyi i happen to be a master at the French horn so fuck u i challenge you to a brass off” AU

i guess you say (what can make me feel this way) by jungkooks hyung (Rating: T)

- in which jimin works at a country club at the pool and jungkook is a member

Rain All Day and I Don’t Mind by jams_and_suga (Rating: T)

- Jimin and Jungkook spend a rainy morning together. Inspired by the song "Banana Pancakes" by Jack Johnson

Sorry But I Need to Have You by eightninetwo (Rating: T)

- Jeongguk's never one to back down from a dare. But when said dare involves making out with Park Jimin, Jeongguk finds himself wanting it to be more than just that.

my only wish this year by atechamcham (Rating: G)

- jeongguk won't be back for the holidays, and that's fine with jimin. but on christmas morning he wakes up to a text saying he's got a present under his tree.

tying the knot by empressium (Rating: E)

- it's kind of a big fucking deal

star boards by wordcouture (Rating: T)

- "You should never dream about finding true love." "Why not?" "Because once you find it, the only thing that's left is heartbreak."

Little Pieces by Jikookiejar (Rating: Not Rated)

- My Jikook ficlets from Tumblr

lemme hear you beg for it by fatal (Rating: E)

- jeongguk's always been a tease, you'd think jimin would have caught on by now.

Who Let His Boyfriend Be so Fucking Hot? by Halottie (Rating: Not Rated)

- “I woke up early so we can have some fun before you have to go to class.” Jeongguk flashes him a sleepy smile, “I love you.” “I know.”

just one chance to make me blush by ninagum (Rating: M)

- Sometimes love is just a hand to hold and someone to listen.

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) by fatal (Rating: E)

- packs merge all the time. it's survival. jimin knows that, but what he's not prepared for is the attention he's getting from a certain jeon jeongguk, the alpha's son.

Picture Me With You by novilunar (Rating: E)

- Dealing with being in the same class as his favourite camboy is not an easy task for Jungkook

sugar, we're going down swinging by aborescent (Rating: T)

- modernsherlock!au - The first time Jeon Jungkook meets Park Jimin, the other boy is dissecting what looks like a penis.

Relax, Don’t Do It by yoongidontdoit (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk likes to party. Jeongguk likes to party hard. When he wakes up half naked in a Denny's parking lot, for the third time, he decides to commit to something for once and swear to be completely straight-edge for a full 90 days. That includes no partying, no late nights, and absolutely no sex. Easy until Jimin decides to crash land, literally, into his life.

talking body by empressium (Rating: E)

- "I'm a big fan of your work, author-nim"

Him by PinkBTS (Rating: M)

- “I mean a muse,” explained Yoongi, eyes traveling to Hoseok. “Someone that makes you feel the shots. Not only take them.”Jeongguk snorted. “You’re just whipped.” “Maybe,” agreed Yoongi, winking. “But it works.”

love exposure by pettey (Rating: E)

- “You’re in love with my brother. Do you know what he does?” “He dances.” In which Jeongguk is a soon-to-be journalist with a camera and Jimin lives in nightclubs, sort of.

officially by wordcouture (Rating: M)

- Jungkook usually fucks his interviews up the ass, figuratively speaking of course. Except for this one time when he literally did.

You're My Achilles Heel by miskeen (Rating: E)

- Jungkook just likes the taste of Jimin's cock in his mouth

nothing will be bigger than us by busan_brat (Rating: T)

- A fucking hypocrite, that's who Jimin is. A fucking hypocrite who makes sure that Jungkook is alive and as well as anybody can be in this concrete jungle made of too many broken dreams and too little hope.

Blooming Period by yourcupoftae (Rating: T)

- Jungkook learned, after years of studying them through his camera lenses, that flowers always flourished to their most beautiful blossoms right before they withered.

Ears by Usui (Rating: E)

- Jimin has been going through a dry spell. Taehyung decides the best way for him to get laid is dressing as a sexy cat for Halloween. Jimin meets Jungkook, a guy armed with bad cat puns who definitely approves of the costume.

listen to my heartbeat (it's calling you at its own will) by poplolli (Rating: T)

- Park Jimin has fluffy sweaters, green glasses, chubby cheeks and a smile what could make flowers grow. Jeon Jeongguk has Reputation (with capital R), a motorcycle, way more black leather jackets than necessary and a Secret (with capital S). And may or may not, Jeon Jeongguk has a teeny tiny Crush, too. (It's really tiny though, the capital C must be a mistake, okay.)

You Left This Here by RoxasJinsei (Rating: M)

- Red eyes, a shade or so deeper than blood, make Jimin's body freeze, a shudder racking his frame when a slow smirk makes it's way across the man's face.

I Promise, I Promise. Calm Down. by RoxasJinsei (Rating: T)

- Jungkook meets Youngbae, Jimin's charge. He likes him. Jungkook also meets Jimin's neighbors. He doesn't like them.

In the Line of Fire by bubbleteafics (Rating: E)

- For some reason, Jimin was everyone's favorite target.

A God's Star by TheHalesNyx (Rating: E)

And Back Again by novilunar (Rating: E)

- Jimin wishes he could stay away from Jungkook

underdressed and oversexed by gangbang (Rating: E)

- jungkook just needs the money. it’s kind of unfortunate jimin happens to be the porn star he's jacked off to for the past three years.

Flower Talk by soranosuzu (Rating: G)

- Jimin works in a flower shop and Jungkook is a delivery boy who drives a pastel pink van.

Captain Cuddles by goog (Rating: M)

- In which Taehyung learns that he is not entitled to call Jeongguk 'Captain Cuddles'.

Track one: I love you by dalliancee (Rating: T)

- Just way too close, just by the fingertips — and only by the fingertips. That's all they will ever be.

you're intoxicating (I can't stop) by astrochild (Rating: T)

- and what a strange love this is.

Dream Maker by graesun, Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita) (Rating: M)

- Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker / wherever you're going, I'm going your way. Several days in the lives of Jimin and Jungkook living off instant ramen and lots of kisses.

check one two by gangbang (Rating: E)

- for the first time ever, camboy jimin has a couple of guests on his show. or: Local Twink Gets Fucked Hard and Raw by Two Hotties.

Hate the way I don't hate you by blt_prf (Rating: T)

- 10 things Jimin hates about the new kid in his dancing team.

Varsity by Noona (Rating: E)

- In which Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook are rivals.

Baby, Take Care of Me by rapmonstsr (Rating: M)

- Jeongguk wants to protect Jimin.

wet by wowoashley (Rating: T)

- Jimin’s arms flex as he pulls the top off and tosses it to the side, and Jungkook feels the sudden need to sit down. It’s suddenly too hot. He needs a drink. He needs something.

i’ve been drinking, i’ve been drinking by decompositionbooks (Rating: T)

- Jungkook tries to figure Jimin out with Yoongi's trademarked "What Your Drink Says About You" alcohol psychoanalysis.All he knows is that Jimin likes fruity little drinks.

Web of lies by untrueee (Rating: M)

- Weaving a web of lies I can see it in your eyes Jimin is a liar and a spy, but that's why Jungkook loves him.

Boy You Belong To Me by rapmonstsr (Rating: M)

- When Jimin tries out for the cheer leading squad, he doesn't expect to be humiliated in front of the entire football team. He certainly didn't expect to get closer to the handsome star fullback, Jeon Jeongguk, but it seemed his senior year was beginning to become a series of unfortunate events.

Mizu by renaihyung (Rating: T)

- Jungkook and Jimin grew close in high school through their swimming club. Eventually, both swimmers developed feelings for one another, but it isn’t as easy as one may think. Jungkook is incapable of voicing or showing his emotions, and he isn't sure why. When high school ends and the couple split, never getting further than lingering touches in terms of their relationship thanks to Jungkook’s doing, it’s no shock that Jungkook regrets his decisions every day after Jimin has left. All he has is the swimming competitions to somehow bring him closer to the boy he loves.

Move Your Body by novilunar (Rating: M)

- Jimin has nothing on his mind but practice, and Jungkook has ways of getting into places he shouldn't be. The dance department of Jimin's university is one of them.

if i get in, i just might drown by fatal (Rating: E)

- fucking jimin has always been jeongguk's favourite hobby. ruts just made it that much more special.

Hamartia by chihiro (Rating: M)

- Jimin mistakes Jeongguk for a siren and makes a promise to him he is not prepared to face the consequences of.

The Bet by jonghyunslisterine (Rating: T)

- Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.Needless to say, things don't go exactly as planned.

Paths by novilunar (Rating: T)

- Jimin is the son of an inn keeper, Jungkook is an adventurer. They make it work.

Gods & Monsters by rapmonstsr (Rating: M)

- Jimin is not entirely human. Jungkook is a ghoul hunter. And someone is pulling the strings behind a curtain.

you're a hard soul to save with an ocean in the way (but i'll get around it) by namakemono (Rating: T)

- Jimin has the whole ocean at his fingertips, but for some reason he can't help but look up to where the humans are, and wonder what it’s like to be part of their world. (or: the Little Mermaid AU that no one asked for)

Training Wheels by jeonify (Rating: G)

- everything starts when jeongguk moves over, and jimin teaches him to ride a bike. everything ends when kim taehyung moves over, and jeongguk abandons his bicycle. +“they say that if you watch the sunset on that hill for 31 consecutive days, your unrequited love will be reciprocated.”

the waiting game by bonnia (Rating: E)

- It’s a waiting game. Jimin knows that Jungkook doesn’t have to come back, but with every little touch, every time Jungkook does, and every time Jungkook lies down right next to him, pressed up close, torturously warm and smelling like cigarette smoke and cologne, Jimin can’t help but feel like he could — would — wait years just for Jungkook to come back to him again. (Or: In which Jimin is a prostitute and Jungkook is his favourite customer.)

I Don’t Need a Map My Heart Points Me to You by busantanboys (Rating: T)

- “Well,” He paused for effect, throwing a wicked smile Jungkook’s way before continuing, “I’d like you a whole lot better if you’d untie me, sweet cheeks.” “Sorry, no can-do, sunshine. Cap’n’s orders. Looks like you're stuck with me.” - (In which Jeon Jungkook is enamored with tiny, pirate, Park Jimin.)

When You Look Here by jimjamgguk (Rating: E)

- In which Jungkook and Jimin are paired together for an assignment. Stuff happens.

flashing lights (you've got me faded) by bonnia (Rating: E)

- getting married to the heir of his father's rival company, multi-billionaire-playboy-sexgod jeon jungkook in a bout of drunken insanity and consequently being forced into a fake relationship with said asshole, is Very Low on jimin's bucket list. (actually, it doesn't even make the list.) but, jimin would grudgingly admit, at least the sex is good. (actually, the sex is better than good. but you didn’t hear that from him.)

yankee doodle by Hurley (Rating: E)

- Jimin’s fourth relationship is with a guy who wore a policeman uniform to happy hour at the local bar. (aka the fic where Jimin likes older guys.)

Soft Times by rapmonstsr (Rating: M)

- Jeongguk takes care of his Jiminie.

once upon a timeshare by namakemono (Rating: M)

- Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.

Glass Diamonds by GinForInk (Rating: E)

- Jungkook accidentally fires his skateboard through the window of a dance studio.

warm me up (with your lips) by graesun (Rating: E)

- Jungkook feels like maybe it should be a bigger deal that most of the population chooses a lifelong mate before they turn twenty-five. But truth be told, Jungkook has always been a sucker for love stories--for the story of his parents finding each other at eighteen and nineteen, for the promise of belonging to somebody, for the legends – old stories of alpha, beta, and omega instincts finding the one without any effort at all. Jungkook had been sure of his own hopeful love story not long after he met Jimin, the both of them imprinting on each other while Jungkook was still too shy to say more than a few stuttered words to him. It’s been a long time coming. And Jungkook can’t wait for them to finally belong to each other.

I’m Not Sorry by bananacookies (Rating: Not Rated)

- Jungkook never would've expected a text from a stranger to turn out like this.(A story in which Jungkook's lonely, Jimin's a sweetheart, and Yoongi's the cat)

Perfect by miskeen (Rating: E)

- jimin and jungkook get ready to go out. eventually

hypnotic (you got me talking in my sleep) by ninagum (Rating: M)

- Jungkook plucks off the icicles around Jimin's heart, one at a time, despite the continuous blizzard.

i am a good good boy by narrowrule (Rating: E)

- The ideal couple. Jimin was short and soft in all the ways Jeongguk was tall and hard. The stuff of highly rated KBS dramas, Taehyung supposed. Until recently.aka taehyung stumbles upon (more like into) the true dynamics of his best friend's relationship ft. power bottom jimin, eager to please jeongguk and thirsty taehyung

When the Sun Goes Down by rapmonstsr (Rating: M)

- “Yeah? You must feel like a god right now.” Jeongguk glances out to Gangnam’s sparkling nightlife and hums in agreement. At least Jimin is aware. “What does that make you?” OrJeongguk is a sad rich boy who falls in love with his best friend.

crush(ed) by fatal (Rating: M)

- jimin's been lost for so long, he's forgotten what it feels like to be found.

Rubies for a King by TheHalesNyx (Rating: E)

- Prompt: Twenty years ago, Jimin's father struck a deal with Jungkook, the dragon to ensure that the crown will remain in the family. Twenty years later, Jungkook has come to claim his prize.In return for Jimin’s life, his health, in return for an heir to the company throne, Jimin’s father had made a deal with a dragon.

Sleepy Cuddles by jimin_to_my_ship_we_got_kookies (Rating: G)

- Jungkook just needs his cuddle buddy back in bed.

100% success rate by bonnia (Rating: T)

- Legend has it, that whenever Kim Taehyung unleashes the ;) face, things do not bode well for Jeon Jungkook. But legend also has it, that Jeon Jungkook has a penchant for making terrible decisions. (or: in which jungkook has a crush the size of manhattan, taehyung is his alleged wingman, and jimin is only wilfully oblivious)

you make my heart saur by sugrpill (Rating: M)

- "'I gotta go.” “Go where?” Taehyung asks as he settles back into the couch, admiring his new ink. “Do someone,” Jimin says cheekily as he rises, clambering over Taehyung's legs. Taehyung shoots up, back straight, eyes pleading. “Don't fuck Jeongguk.'” (In which Jimin goes out looking for a hook-up, and they both get a little surprise.)

Guilty Pleasures by jimin_to_my_ship_we_got_kookies (Rating: G)

- Everyone's got a guilty pleasure, some sweeter than others.

Bloom by mnsg (Rating: T)

- Jimin has a soft spot for Jeongguk the size of Jupiter and it’s hard not to take advantage of that, sometimes. Especially when Jimin looks so good and sweet and happy Jeongguk could just…eat him.

if i can be with you by goldenhearts (Rating: Not Rated)

- collection of shorter stories originally posted on tumblr (@springjeon)

You Read Me Like a Book by dyegu (Rating: T)

- The university library has really really tall bookshelves, which kinda sucks for someone who's short like Jimin.

could you stop being so high up, please? by dyegu (Rating: T)

- If someone wants a kiss, someone is going to have to stop being so freaking high up.

Park and Recreations by miskeen (Rating: E)

- Jimin and Jungkook play laser tag. It's pretty much a fight to the death

Cuddling Misadventures by nutterbutterbisquit (Rating: M)

- Jimin wakes up in the middle of the night to give Jungkook the wake-up call he's wanted since they started sleeping (literally) with each other.

longing: a yearning desire by NaHe (Rating: T)

- The first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appears on their left wrist on the day of their 18th birthday. Unless, of course, their soulmate has passed away. Jungkook was a 21 year old with a blank wrist.

your body is a place to stay by jonghyunslisterine (Rating: T)

- In which Jungkook juggles a five-year-old daughter, Jimin the pretty bookstore employee, and coworkers who like to tease him too much.

Just a joke by pastelrainbows (Rating: G)

- Jeongguk pranks jimin. Jimin is not amused.

numbers by memechele (Rating: T)

- jungkook loves his job: after all, being a cashier in 7/11 isn't exactly rocket science, and it pays well. He starts to love it even more though, when the christmas exhibition a mere 25 metres away from the store gets a new santa, and jungkook has the best seat to ogle him. or jimin is the new santa in jungkook's local mall, and jungkook ends up on jimin's lap on christmas eve.

Share a kiss with me tonight by Themboybandsthough (Rating: Not Rated)

- It's a social experiment

drop our anchors in a storm by merrimint (Rating: M)

- In which Jimin and Jeongguk's last night together before Jeongguk has to leave for the military results in nine months worth of stress and the consumption of a frankly ridiculous amount of chocolate covered strawberries.

Of course, it had to be you by Rose_gold715 (Rating: T)

- Park Jimin is an Omega wolf who simply wants to find a mate who will accept him. Jeon Jungkook is a mysterious, devastatingly handsome Alpha who confuses Jimin.

promise rings by cupidsus (Rating: E)

- cliche friends with benefits problems with slight twists of some sort

Practicality by rapmonstsr (Rating: T)

- Jungkook manages to piss off his crush and Secret Santa all in one go.

hit me (with your best shot) by happy_tokki (Rating: G)

- The first time they meet, Jeongguk hits him with a snowball. And that is how it all begins.

Won’t Let You Sink by jikookie (Rating: M)

- Jungkook considers it his life mission to make sure his boyfriend doesn't let the stress and pressure get to him. Based on when Jimin lost his part in Autumn Leaves to Tae. Jungkook taking care of his precious boyfriend who is always there for him. With just a tiny bit of smutty goodness.

All the Way Home I’ll Be Warm... by Anonymous (Rating: T)

- Lately, it seemed like Jungkook was always running. Running to work, running to the gym, running from gallery opening to gallery opening, trying to network and make a name for himself in this city, and currently, tonight, running very, very late to catch the last train home for Christmas.

White T-shirt and Brown Timberlands by Rose_gold715 (Rating: G)

- Jimin is filing for divorce after eight years with Jungkook. He needs to let go, and yet, he wants to hold on a little longer.

Well Done! by annafeu (Rating: E)

- Running low on provisions to last them through the winter, wolf-pack leader Jungkook captures an unsuspecting rabbit to have for his Christmas dinner.

Return with the Tides by baepsaeved (Rating: T)

- Jimin has been to six different worlds, but he ends up falling in love with a boy from his hometown.

Metallic by snarcsics (Rating: E)

- Jimin is an elegant killer, he’s sweet and careful and he makes every slice feel like hell. Jungkook learns from him, watches him, moans out with him when Jimin’s eyes flutter in satisfaction at the agonized muffled screams he receives with every glide of Jungkook’s kitchen knife.

baby you got devotion in every little motion by automatic_dick (Rating: E)

- jimin's six months pregnant when his boyfriend leaves him: unemployed, nothing in savings, three months from having a second mouth to feed. he gets a job getting fucked. can't be that bad. he's been getting fucked over his whole life, might as well get paid for it.

In some cases, I’ve had to shorten summaries a little bit. Please let me know if that is not acceptable and would like that changed.

If there are any errors, or if you have any recommendations for a better way to organize this, let me know!

#jikook #kookmin #bangtan boys #fanfic recommendations #ao3

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LIBEL

is the only tune that the bewildered EVM Administration knows how to sing. And frankly speaking, they are the only ones who don’t realize that THEY ARE EXCRUCIATINGLY OUT OF TUNE!

It makes me wonder if they even bothered to look up its meaning because it can very well be found in many Iglesia Ni Cristo sponsored pages all over the World Wide Web!

Yes, sadly, Libel, which is any Defamation can be seen along with the words “Proud to be INC” written, posted, printed, in effigies, filmed and broadcasted in these Iglesia Ni Cristo social media pages. Not only that- Ministers, officers and official spokespersons are now encouraged to Slander those who pose as threats to the Administration they adore!

Slander, also defined as any defamation that is spoken and heard easily springs out from the mouths of this One With EVM fanatics. Now that you know the difference between the two, it helps to remember that both Libel and slander are collectively known as defamation, that can harm a reputation, ruin confidence or regard; reduce respect; or induct negative public perceptions or hostile feelings against an individual or entity. Simply put, libel and slander are civil wrongdoings that cause injury to one’s good name through written and spoken words or visual images. Remember these?

How hypocritical! But having the money to sustain these propaganda in their own media outlets, the same money used to file these Libel cases against their most vocal critics, do not, in any way, guarantee their success in court. And not having abundant resources as they have, do not in any way, predicate that their critics (which are the true victims of suppression of free speech) are not telling the TRUTH. And, that has become their “S.U.P.” (SUCK UP PROTOCOL) in an effort to defend the once good name of the church. Suppress, oppress by persecution, and prosecute with Libel cases to SILENCE them and to keep EVM smiling is the ultimate goal. This is the new Staple Food they serve on the table to their unwelcomed guests- Libel Cases with everything including the kitchen sink. Remember these cases hurled against our fellow defenders of the True Church of Christ?

Samson case

http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/711769/expelled-inc-minister-hires-2-lawyers-for-defense-in-libel-case

http://www.rappler.com/nation/106102-iglesia-ni-cristo-isaias-samson-libel-preliminary-investigation

Canono Case

Fruto Case

Yuson Case

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jh0XrfabOdg

Rosal Case

http://2016.mb.com.ph/2016/02/23/libel-cases-filed-by-inc-vs-former-ministers-junked/#yjRruYYIFLJ3qltm.01

Villocino (Et. Al) Case

Tulfo Case

Many decided to join the bandwagon of libel suit-filing-spree from the Eduardo V. Manalo church like Resty Lazaro, GP Santos, Zeromsky Pineda, Allen Blair Boy, Wilfredo “Pink” Santos, Serafin Cuevas, Moises Tolentino and Ferdinand Topacio just to name a few. Just recently, Restituto Lazaro has been making waves visiting the District of Southern California to illegally advice (or rather coerce) unscrupulous members (just like him) to file trumped up charges against some of their critics known to be the biggest thorn on their side. But we will feature Resty Lazaro when the right time comes. Everyone knows that he has no license to practice law in the United States. For now, no one stands out in prominence, well, more like a sore thumb, other than the most promising lawyer/minister of the Church in the United States, THE Rommel San Pedro (pronounced as San PAIDro), or “RSP.”

To make sense of his utterly nonsense attempt to suppress Freedom of Speech, especially if it is the truth, please revisit the previous articles that prelude this one:

Published: September 14, 2016 https://incsilentnomore.com/2016/09/14/featuring-o-w-e-rommel-v-san-pedros-3rd-humiliating-defeat-in-u-s-courts/

Published: January 26, 2017 https://incsilentnomore.com/2017/01/26/featuring-o-w-e-rommel-v-san-pedros-4th-humiliating-defeat-in-u-s-courts/

On May 22, 2017, Rommel San Pedro wrote a letter to WordPress. WHAT!!!??? After 8 long months since I first published his humiliating defeat in the U.S. Courts, he decides to file for Libel! Gosh, how SLOW can you go!

Here’s what RSP had to say to WordPress. Read on…

Please feel free to email or text him to let him know how he is doing at his job. I didn’t know that Rommel San Pedro had any reputation to protect since he has never amounted to anything in terms of jurisprudence, much less as a Minister. I was hoping that he would have something to look forward to or hope for, yet the only prominence he ever gained was when he was appointed as the pathetic attack dog of Eduardo V. Manalo’s Administration. And the only attention he even remotely got was due to his embarrassing blunders and epic fails. Not to mention the tactless gung ho engagement of his mother as a spiritual warrior to defend her bear cub against anyone who criticizes his imbecility. Clearly, we can now see that the rotten apple does not fall far from the tree.

But what does this all prove? That the Administration of Eduardo V. Manalo is “pikon” (sore loser)! That they have all the money to spend, all the time and effort to exhaust, and many blind followers to use in filing all those “copy-paste” libel suits. That they are a force to be reckoned with, and a powerful organization to be feared. But does the filing of libel suits truly dignify or vindicate the current church condition of disarray?

The truth of the matter is, there is nothing dignifying about using a loophole in the justice system (especially in the Philippines) for the sole purpose of vindictive censorship, persecution, and oppression. Yet, it is being abused by the rich, influential and powerful to silence their critics even outside the Philippines.

“A broadly drawn criminal-defamation law is a weapon that can be wielded, not just by the government, but by anyone thin-skinned who has enough money to hire a lawyer.”

~ https://www.economist.com/news/international/21724993-some-countries-insulting-politicians-can-lead-jail-how-powerful-people-use

And in the Philippines, where libel suits are a dime a dozen, the “thinking Filipinos” and the General Public know this INC tactic all too well.

“The filing of libel cases in different parts of the country, for instance, is an ancient art. On the assumption that an allegedly libelous statement is carried in a newspaper of national circulation or on a television newscast with viewers from across the country or on a website with nationwide reach, a person or organization (or religion) of means can file a libel case anywhere in the archipelago. This loophole in the law has been exploited many times, to harass an enemy, or wear down his defenses, or drain his finances.

Journalists are all too familiar with this legal tactic, and it does not bode well at all for Menorca. Those who resort to it are not interested in vindicating their reputation, but in spreading intimidation. A libel case in Lanao del Norte against someone who lives in Quezon City is not legal redress, but pure retaliation. And, like clockwork, a second libel case surfaced the day after Menorca’s arrest—this time from the Regional Trial Court of Lanao del Sur.

Use of Law Enforcement Agencies and the Court of Law to Subvert the Ends of Justice – The Menorca Case

Do we need any more proof that an orchestrated campaign is being waged against Menorca? We can simply consider the evidence already at hand. A mysterious disappearance, after an internal INC crisis erupted in public. One libel suit after another, filed by Iglesia members. The handing over of one arrest warrant from one INC member to another, a ranking police officer. Followed by the next-day arrest of a man who was supposed to be hiding his tracks well. Circumstantial, yes, but convincing.”

http://opinion.inquirer.net/92236/the-iglesias-long-arm#ixzz49f6rTWR5

So before we end this article, let us just ponder on something simple yet ultimately profound… During the time of Bro. Felix Y. Manalo, the Church of Christ was just starting in the Philippines, it faced gigantic and powerful religions that persecuted it, how many libel suits did Bro. Felix file against the church’s detractors? During the time of Bro. Eraño and his 46 years of dynamic stewardship of the Church, how many detractors spoke against him and the Church of Christ? One thing that Bro. Felix and Bro. Eraño Manalo have in common is that they stood on the TRUTH for God was with them and the Church. They did not even need to retaliate against those who spoke against the INC. The only time the Church filed libel cases in my knowledge was during the time of the ADD Preacher Eli Soriano, which was spearheaded by the Legal Head then, Minister Restituto Lazaro. I can also attest that “some” of those were known to Bro. Erdy, but “most” were also deliberately hidden from his knowledge. But even those cannot compare to the magnitude of spiritual instability and insecurity of Eduardo V. Manalo and his whole corrupted Administration. Why? Because they are standing, not on the TRUTH, but on a flimsy web of lies and deceit. That is why they have a NEED to SILENCE those who are exposing their anomalies and corruption at any cost.

If this current Church Administration of Eduardo V. Manalo does not have anything to hide, no Billion Pesos Bank Loans, no Secret Business Corporations, no secret lavish properties and lifestyle, no covert mafia-like abductions and kidnappings of their enemies, no skeletons of smuggling, racketeering and murders in their closet, why even try to censor free speech? The answer is glaringly simple… BECAUSE THE TRUTH CONTRADICTS THE LIES THAT THEY WEAVE. CORRUPTION, UNDENIABLY, EXISTS IN THIS ADMINISTRATION.

So as a simple piece of advice to this fanatic Minister Rommel San Pedro… You can file as many libel suits as you can, along with all the well-paid lawyers of the church roster. After all, it was you who stated this to your former colleagues who are undoubtedly more principled than you- “that you will exhaust any amount from the church coffers and every effort in your bones to sue the shirt off the back of anyone who will speak the truth about the corruption in the church”. Sadly, you have not learned that YOU CAN NEVER SILENCE THE TRUTH. That knowledge obviously does not come from attaining a Library card even from Harvard! So the next time you feel hurt or your ego is bruised due to your exposed incompetence, or before you cry out like a baby, try to read the critiques of this award winning writer-lawyer David Lat on [http://abovethelaw.com/author/david-lat/]

His outspoken articles and blunt commentaries will make you shrink in embarrassment compared to my candid and witty comments about you. How thin-skinned you are! If the likes of these top-notch lawyers and critics were to evaluate your performance as a lawyer along with your legal and ethical malpractices, their ingenious opinions may just make you want to disappear from the face of the earth. But the other lawyers, law firms, and even judges don’t seem to mind his striking and humorous write ups, because unlike you… the rest of them are not IMMATURE AND INSECURE.

Now, go and practice your “menacing-look” of intimidation to convince WordPress to give you my information.

I suggest you try a different look that would suit you more. Maybe this will make you more believable than laughable.

Unlike the Philippine Media and Agencies, WordPress.com does take Freedom of Speech seriously. So the minute you are able to supersede the basic Human Right to Freedom of Speech, I will be ready to see you in court. Until then, best of luck to you and more power to your ever protective mama bear!

~ Antonio Ramirez Ebangelista

“They tried to bury us…they didn’t know we were seeds.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have power or money, but what I do have is a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you tell the truth now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will expose you.” – A.E.

Philippine Daily Inquirer Article: “Antonio Ebangelista writes Philippine Daily Inquirer, Warns Iglesia Elders”

Question adn Answer: Q & A with Antonio Ebangelista

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Libel Lawsuits: An attempt by the Iglesia Ni Cristo to suppress Freedom of Speech in the Philippines and in the USA LIBEL is the only tune that the bewildered EVM Administration knows how to sing. And frankly speaking, they are the only ones who don't realize that THEY ARE EXCRUCIATINGLY OUT OF TUNE!

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