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bangtaninborderland · 2 years

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JHS: Twisted Feelings

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idol!jhope x fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I have been planning this for a few weeks and I’m so excited to share the first chapter with you all! I truly hope you enjoy this hoseok fic, i in no way on bts and this is purely a story of fiction! Please as always share your thoughts and leave a like if you enjoy! Thank you for reading my work and I hope you all have a beautiful day! I will take stabled and request/questions for this couple!

Ch.01 < Series Masterlist > Ch.02

As usual whenever the award season started you barely had any time to breathe, you would wake up at 4am and get home at midnight and that’s if you were lucky and had some help from the otherwise useless people you found yourself calling colleagues.

You had just sat down at your desk for the first time on your 8 hour shift when your attention was already being called away.

“I need the speeches subtitled within the next 30 minuets otherwise you’ll have to stay late today.” You turn towards your manager who was staring at you blankly, her demands confusing you.

“I sent them in last night, Min confirmed she rece..” Before you could even finish your sentence your manager had begun walking away, her attention refocused on something far less important.

You sighed as you leaned back in your chair, your mind wandering for a few precious moments. You hadn’t always wanted to work in this industry but when the opportunity presented it to yourself two years ago you was elated. It was your dream then, to be around high class people, with an exciting job, the opportunity to use your language degree for something other than journalism.

However. you soon realised it wasn’t all that it was made out to be.

You had lived in America for some years before, it was where you finished getting your English degree. Your mother had been ecstatic, her only daughter having such a high degree and studying abroad. Although, coming home, back to South Korea, it felt different.

You realised you wasn’t the same person you was before but out of fear of facing disappointment you continued translating, you still remember the way your parents faces lit up when you told them about being hired by a small tourist firm, you stayed there for six months but the company eventually went bankrupt.

You hated being jobless, the thought of having no income scared you, your parents assured you they would be able to help with your costs, they wasn’t rich but they was comfortable enough to make sure you didn’t starve but even so you denied and thankfully found another job in journalism.

You loved it, you mostly spent your days writing about the greatest things in South Korea, you had grown to love writing and eventually you got promoted, reporting on random K-pop groups, you would have been happy to stay at the publishing company but the pay wasn’t great and slowly your bills grew higher and higher, you know you’d had to find another job and that’s how you ended up here.

The great world of translating awards and TV shows.

A light thud hit the back of your chair, forcing your eyes awake. “Are you actually sleeping right now?”

You groaned at the sight of your best friend. “I’m resting okay Na-rae, Ji-sung has been on my back all day.”

“When isn’t she.” You watch as she sat beside you, spinning around in the desk chair as she spilled her daily gossip, you tried your best to focus but every day there was a new drama and slowly you became uninterested.

“So I heard there’s been a change to the line up.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

You laugh at the way her face moved. “Great so that means I’ll have to change the subtitles again.”

She rolls her eyes, offering you gum which you decline. “Are you not even interested in who it is?”

“Not really.” You admit, for you the glamour had worn off but you could see her excitement so you did what any good friend would do. “Tell me before you explode, you look like a tomato.”

“It’s BTS.” She screams in a hushed voice.

It takes you a second to digest the newest addition, you would be lying to say you wasn’t shocked, everyone know who they are, they are not just popular in South Korea the same way others are, they are global.

“Are you sure?” You ask a little cautious of the news.

She nods excitedly, “We had a call today from their manager confirming they would be attending, they sent in their speeches for you to translate them.”

She hands you a wad of paper, it’s much thinner than you’d think considering it was 7 people, and for 7 awards. “Wow, well I hope this doesn’t stop people working, you know how it gets anytime someone even remotely popular comes.”

“Do you remember when Ji-sung wanted to give Jin her number when she helped record that one interview?” You both giggled at the thought of your manager hounding a man who wasn’t interested.

You looked around before continuing to whisper. “You know she still talks about that right.”

Na-rae snorts “She says it was her chance at love.”

“More like Sugar Daddy” You comment, your laughter dying down as you listen to the daily announcements.

You’re surprised when you hear your name being called to the front desk. You said a quick goodbye to Rae before rushing down the stairs, not wanting to keep whoever it was waiting.

You look around the small waiting room but don’t see anyone, you walk back to the main desk, leaning over to get the receptionists attention. “Jae-ssi I was called down do you know anything about it?”

“In the first room, take this.” He hands you a folder and you give him a small bow before walking towards the room. None of your questions being answered.

You walk in and close the door behind you, turning to the few people waiting in the room. You pause momentarily as you recognise the faces in front of you but you remember your professionalism before quickly introducing yourself.

“Please sit. We’ve only come to discuss the performance, we was told you could be of help.” You nodded, he looked so much different in person.

“Im Kim Namjoon, this is Jung Hoseok and that’s our manager” He introduces himself and the others in the room although it wasn’t necessary, you bow to them all quickly before taking a seat.

“I’m not sure why I was asked to take this meeting, in all honesty I’m sure the technical team would be best.” You explain quickly flicking through the folder you had been handed.

You smile at both Namjoon and Hoseok, although the excitement of the job has lessened the fact that Grammy nominated artists were in the same room as you was still amazing.

“They said that you do the subtitles and we wanted to check and make sure our speech was received well.” Hoseok explained, his voice was smooth, much calmer than you had heard before, although that wasn’t uncommon with idols.

“Ah yes, I deal with translations here, I haven’t actually had a chance to review your speeches yet I only received them about 20 minuets ago.” You felt a little embarrassed, maybe they had expected you to be finished already.

They both nodded and their manager stepped up to explain. “The members would like to discuss the speeches with you directly, we wouldn’t want anything to be twisted or subtitled out of context.”

You didn’t need to be an idol to know that it was common for translators to edit the words of the artists. Usually to fit their narrative.

“I understand completely. I was nearly finished for the day but I’d be happy to talk with you about each acceptance, let me just step out and get my laptop.” You waited for their agreement before leaving the room, the last thing you wanted to do was appear as rude.

You didn’t waste any time in rushing back to your desk, grabbing your laptop and notepad before returning to the meeting room.

You quickly took your seat and set your laptop up, silently hoping someone would break the silence.

“Did you fly there.” Your hands paused as you looked up, Hoseok was smiling at you and you laughed at his attempt to make a joke.

You shook your head. “I wasn’t that fast.” You waved your hands and grabbed your pen ready to take notes.

“So what do we do?” Namjoon asked, his head turning towards his manager.

You would have thought they would have done this hundreds of times by now. “Well you tell me what you want to say, I write it down and ask for any clarification or explanations if I need any and then I’ll go off and translate it.” You explain before their manager can get a word out.

“Exactly. I’m Sejin.” You smile at their manager who name had a name.

You started taking notes of everything Namjoon and Hoseok said, you could tell they was speaking slowly and you wasn’t sure if it was to give you a chance to write or to make sure you didn’t misconstrue anything.

Either way you was grateful, usually idols would talk faster than you could even comprehend what they was saying. You only realised an hour had passed when your laptop alarm went off, informing you the staff meeting was about to start, thankfully you knew Ji-sung would kill you if you left members of bts to attend.

“Do you have to go?” Hoseok asked, his eyes looking towards the clock.

You shook your head following his gaze. “No, if anything I’m happy to be in here.”

“Yeah that’s normal.” Namjoon sighed earning a sharp look from their manager. You was taken back by his tone, you had silently began questioning if you had done something wrong but it was always best to just ignore things like that.

“So is there anything else you’d like to add to any of the speeches? Any captions you’d like?” You ask, your eyes scanning your notepad.

Your attention was drawn back to the men in front of you when you heard Namjoon cleaning his through “I’m sorry.” He apologised.

You shook your head giving him a soft smile. “It’s okay, I can imagine people are usually thrilled to be in a room with you.”

“Usually it’s that and then some.” He says in English, you can’t help but laugh at the sudden change in language.

“Well I promise that I’m more excited about going home than I am about being in this room.” You respond back to him in English.

“You know not all of us are fluent.” Hoseok sighs hitting Namjoons arm.

“I’m sorry Hoseok-ssi.” You apologise a little afraid you had upset the man.

Namjoon exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about him.”

You nodded at both of them before standing. “If that’s all then I guess I’ll be going. I wouldn’t want to hold up your day unnecessarily.”

“Well we are also here to do a soundcheck so I wouldn’t worry too much.” Hoseok explains and suddenly your worry dies down a little.

Namjoon holds the door open for you and you bow to him. “Thank you for giving this so much attention.”

You wave your hands at him. “It’s no problem, I’m happy to give you some peace of mind. If there’s anything else you need please let me know”

You watched as he looked around, his face confused. “You could show us to the stage, this is a new building and we are lost, the woman from before disappeared when she showed us the room.”

Of course, you was also now apart of a welcoming committee “It’s this way.” You pointed ahead of you and began walking, the idols close behind.

“So have you worked here long, it must be fun.” Hoseok asks, you could tell he was just trying to make small talk but you indulged him.

“It’s okay, good days and bad days just like everything.” You explain honestly.

He Hums at your response before asking his next question. “Don’t you get excited being around the idols all day?”

You didn’t have to think too long before responding. “At first it was fun but just like when you got a new toy as a child the excitement wears off, having to translate so many times because speeches get changed often becomes tiring. What about you, is the idol life really that great?”

You open the door and lead them down the entrance to the stage as Hoseok replies. “Good days and bad days just like everything.”

You raise your eyebrows at the way he used your earlier words but you give out and laugh at the way he was grinning.

“Well here you are.” You turn to Namjoon, Hoseok and Sejin as you opened the last door to the stage for them.

It was unusual for idols to come in and check their speeches or to practice on stage beforehand, you could see they cared for their jobs and that was refreshing to you.

“Thank you for all of your help.” Hoseok smiles at you, Namjoon and Sejin walking off, you guessed to find the other members, if they was recording they all had to be there.

“Its my Job.” You explain, not wanting him to feel like you took extra time to be with them.

He presses his lips together, a silence grows between you for a few moments before he responds. “Can I ask you something else?”

You give him a small smile. “Sure.”

“Was English hard for you to learn? I’ve been trying to learn for Army but it’s not going well, the teachers our management team get for us are always far too advanced.” He rubs his neck before adjusting his sweatshirt.

No one had ever asked you about your degree so his question was something you considered for a moment. “I think it’s more about the reason you want to learn, at the time my reason was strong, it was my passion and i wanted to use it for something good, I pushed myself to study every day. Exposure helps too. I’m sure your fans love you wether or not you know English.” You give him some reassurance, no one should ever feel less for not knowing a language.

“Thank you. I should go.” He looked behind him momentarily before tuning back to you, you could see more figures moving around but you didn’t pry.

“Of course, I’m sorry if I distracted you.” You smiled, walking towards the exit door.

“You didn’t, it was nice talking to you, have a good day.” He nods towards you before turning around, you rush out of the door not wanting to intrude any longer.

It isn’t until you sit back at your desk that your brain processes the last two hours, everything feeling more real.

You wanted to focus on your work but Na-Rae had other ideas. “Where was you?”

“Okay so you won’t believe this.” You pull her down into the seat beside you.

“What?” She tuts, turning the chair to face you.

“I just met Namjoon and Hoseok.”

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weirdkpopgirl · 1 year

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Café Love | Jaemin Fic #2

Title: Café Love

Genre: Fluff, Barista AU

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, alcohol, cancer

Word Count: ~2.3k

Author's Note: This is just something I've been working on the past week. I am a part-time barista, so I got a little inspiration for this story. My friend also helped me come up with half of this, so I credit her great ideas. I really hope you guys like this. Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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Ever since freshman year of college started, Kim (Y/n) found herself in three places. The campus building where she attended classes, her apartment where she studied and recharged from social overstimulation, and the part-time job at Cafe 7 she had gotten two summers ago.

(Y/n) honestly enjoyed being a barista. Not so much the interacting-with-customers part. It was more of the soft music that played in the background and the aroma of coffee beans she had grown to like. Having friendly coworkers was also a plus.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Jaemin waved from behind the counter when he saw her coming through the entrance. She smiled and shyly waved back.

Jaemin was one of those friendly coworkers. When they met a few months ago, (Y/n) was a little intimidated by his charismatic personality. But after getting to know him, she came to see that he was a pretty interesting person.

Early on, she learned he was a college dropout who would be in the year above her if he hadn’t. He loved coffee and drank two to three cups with four extra shots daily. On his off days, he enjoyed photography and often liked to take pictures of his friends.

The two of them exchanged small talk until their other coworker, Hyejin came, allowing Jaemin to get off his shift. He usually worked in the morning on weekdays while (Y/n) took the closing shifts because of school.

Jaemin often noticed the tiredness in her eyes, whether she had stayed up too late studying or was drained from class. Nonetheless, she still came nearly every day, ready to work.

A few minutes after he clocked out, he realized he forgot his phone. Just as he reentered the cafe, he spotted (Y/n) and Hyejin behind the counter. (Y/n) was preparing a customer’s order, while Hyejin was talking to her.

Not wanting to eavesdrop, he headed to the back and grabbed his phone to leave again. But he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name mentioned.

“Na Jaemin, is kinda cute don’t you think?” He heard Hyejin say. “He seems like your ideal type.”

(Y/n) hated how her cheeks immediately flushed at Hyejin’s comment. What she said wasn’t necessarily wrong. For one thing, Jaemin was one of those rare guys who was genuinely kind. He was introverted, which sparked many conversations about their quiet lifestyles. He also had a lovely smile.

Even though (Y/n) wasn’t too experienced (or at all) in the field of dating, Jaemin was everything she could hope for in a guy. Yet—as much as the thought of him made her heart flutter, a sense of discouragement came with it.

“Yeah he is. But I don’t think it would work out.” (Y/n) shook her head, as she poured steamed milk into a cup with espresso.

“Why do you say that?”

She reached for a lid and cup holder. “I just…can’t see why a guy would like me. Much less someone like Na Jaemin.”

“What are you talking about?” Hyejin scoffed in disbelief. “There’s so many things to like about you—”

But (Y/n) quickly interrupted and handed Hyejin the drink she just made. “No, there really isn’t. Now, can you deliver this to the girl over there?”

A frown etched on Jaemin’s face, upset by what he heard. (Y/n)’s words stuck with him the rest of the day. Frankly, he’s liked her for quite some time now. In the beginning, she was very reserved and only spoke to him when necessary. But once she warmed up, he thought of (Y/n) as a bundle of everything soft and cute in the world.

He loved the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about. He liked the sweet tone she used when telling customers to have a good day before they left. His heart always did flip-flops whenever she hummed to certain songs that played in the cafe.

“You’re so whipped,” Jeno teased, after listening to Jaemin’s rant back at home.

Jaemin’s feet kicked on the bed. “I just don’t understand! Why would she think that I wouldn’t like her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you should try showing her you do,” Jeno shrugged.

He let his best friend’s words sink into his head. The suggestion didn’t sound too bad. If he wanted (Y/n) to know his true feelings, showing was better than telling right?

So following Jeno’s advice, Jaemin became determined to prove (Y/n) wrong. His official plan to pursue her was formed.

He practically had to beg their manager, Johnny, to put him and (Y/n) together for more shifts. It took some convincing, but the tall male eventually gave in.

“(Y/n)-ah!” He called, standing by the espresso machine.

“Yeah?”

He picked up the slip of receipt paper with a customer’s order on it and scratched his head. “I forgot how to make a matcha frappe. Can you show me?”

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head before grabbing the bottle of matcha from the fridge.

“Haven’t you been working here longer than me? How did you forget?” She lightly scolded.

In response, Jaemin smiled brightly at her. “Luckily, I have a beautiful, smart coworker to help me out.”

He didn’t miss the shade of pink that was dusted across her cheeks. But she tried to play it off and cleared her throat before asking him to hand her a measuring cup.

After that day, there were several other occurrences where (Y/n) would find herself in a flustered state. Na Jaemin was seriously driving her crazy. Receiving compliments from him wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But recently, (Y/n) felt like he was doing it on a different level.

After closing, Johnny would say “Good job today, guys!”

Jaemin would then add, “Especially our (Y/n)-i~!”

The days passed and Jaemin’s flirtations continued.

One day he would be like, “That sweater looks nice on you, (Y/n)-ssi. The color compliments your skin!”

Another time he said, “I like the way you styled your hair today! You should wear it like that more often.”

Every day they worked together, he somehow managed to say something to make her blush profusely. But the more he did it, the more (Y/n) found herself appreciating his kind words. For someone who was constantly overthinking, Jaemin’s encouragement was reassuring.

“(Y/n), try this!” He handed her a glass containing a red-colored beverage.

Business was slow today, and only two customers were here. So Jaemin was fooling around, making random drinks.

She raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you try it?”

“I don’t like strawberries,” He said plainly.

Convinced by his excuse, (Y/n) reluctantly took a sip of the smoothie. He watched as her eyes widened with delight.

“It’s good!” She gave him a thumbs up in approval.

(Y/n) placed the beverage down and glanced over to the people sitting near the window. Her smile slowly began to fade as she watched the girl feed the guy a piece of cake. They looked at each other with so much endearment.

“They look cute, don’t you think?” She gestured to their table. “The couple over there.”

“Why do you sound so sad when saying that?” Jaemin asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know…I kinda wish I had what they had. But I know that could never happen to me.”

He tilted his head in confusion.“What do you mean?”

(Y/n)’s gaze shifted over to Jaemin, looking at him with slight hesitation. She bit her lip, contemplating whether to be truthful. It was Jaemin at the end of the day. He wouldn’t judge her, right?

“I’ve struggled with anxiety all of my life.” Her eyes rested on her folded hands on the counter. It sounded as if she was embarrassed by this confession. Jaemin could tell this was a hard topic for her to talk about.

“And it stops me from doing a lot of things,” (Y/n) continued, “I’ve never been in a relationship. But if I were, I fear I’d just end up becoming a burden to that person.”

What she said next made Jaemin’s heart hurt. She turned to look at him, wearing a sad smile. “Honestly, I can’t imagine why a person would love me.”

This was probably the most real she’s ever been with someone. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was telling Jaemin all this. It felt scary, after being used to hiding this part of herself.

Jaemin went silent, pondering on what to say. She began to worry, afraid she had overshared.

“I’m sorry for telling you this—”

“A person doesn't need a reason to love, they just do,” Jaemin then said.

He took a step closer, where the two faced each other. Their shoes almost touched. The compassion pouring from his eyes made her heart beat faster.

“You deserve to be loved, Kim (Y/n),” He spoke softly. “Even if you don’t think so.”

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That moment with Jaemin kept replaying in (Y/n)’s head. She couldn’t stop thinking about his words, and it was slowly driving her insane.

“It seems like he likes you,” Hyejin said after hearing what happened.

The idea immediately caused (Y/n) to shake her head in denial. “What? No, it can’t be—”

But Hyejin cut her off. “You seriously don’t know guys, (Y/n)-ah. Giving compliments, making drinks for you, and saying sappy sweet stuff? Those are all signs that he likes you!”

Was she that oblivious? The possibility of Jaemin actually liking her never crossed her mind. This whole time, (Y/n) thought he was just being a nice senior.

“You really think so?” (Y/n) asked, still a little unsure.

Hyejin nodded, “But the real question is, do you like him too?”

Thinking back to what her coworker said, (Y/n) recalled all the time she experienced this strange feeling whenever she was around Jaemin. He truly was a kindhearted person. She didn’t think she'd ever met a man as sincere as him.

But just as (Y/n) was slowly accepting her feelings for Jaemin, the boy’s sweet acts toward her stopped. He barely talked during shifts and kept to himself. (Y/n) started to think that maybe Hyejin was wrong. Maybe he was just playing with her.

However, (Y/n) suspected that wasn’t it when he started missing days of work. And she began to understand the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

Unable to sleep one night, (Y/n) left her apartment and dropped by the convenience store. Having a drink sounded like a good idea to get her mind off things. She didn’t expect to see the very boy occupying her thoughts, sitting outside downing a shot of soju.

“Jaemin?”

Instantly his head turned to (Y/n) who cautiously approached his table. She noticed his eyes were slightly red. Had he been crying?

“Oh (Y/n) sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He swiped his eyes, pretending as if everything was normal.

But (Y/n) wasn’t fooled by the fake smile he wore. She sat down in the empty chair beside him. He reached for the green bottle to pour another glass for himself. But she placed her hand over his, stopping him.

“Jaemin-ssi…what’s wrong?” She asked gently.

He sucked in a breath and looked down. He didn’t want to bother (Y/n) with his problems. But he had been holding so much in, that he was on the verge of exploding if he didn’t tell someone.

“My mom has stomach cancer, stage four,” Jaemin swallowed.

Her jaw dropped slightly at this. She didn’t know what to say. “Jaemin, I…I’m so sorry.”

“I’m such a bad son,” He lamented, pressing his knuckles against his temple. “I should’ve known something was wrong. I should’ve been taking more care of her.”

Seeing Jaemin look so utterly broken made (Y/n) want to take away all his pain. She could only imagine what he was going through.

“Jaemin, your mom being sick isn’t your fault. It was out of your control,” She said, squeezing his hand.

The boy shook his head. “It’s not just that though.”

He started to tell her about how throughout his childhood, his mom worked as a single parent and had a tteokbokki stand. She spent so many years, earning money to send her only son off to college. But he didn’t even last a week and instead was working a part-time job.

“Gosh, I’m so worthless!” He clenched the shot glass in his hand, as more tears spilled out of his eyes.

(Y/n) frowned and countered, “Na Jaemin, you are not worthless. So many people think you’re lovely and wonderful. Anyone who has you in their lives is lucky and loves you.”

“Do you?” He glanced up at her with teary eyes.

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, thinking about his question.

“Honestly, I was worried when you suddenly disappeared,” She quietly admitted. “I guess I got used to you always cheering me on. When I’m with you, I feel like I can be myself without judgment.”

(Y/n) gathered all the courage to meet his eyes once more. “You’ve become the most precious person in my life. So yes…I think I’m in love with you.”

Those three words that just left her mouth were frightening. But they felt that much real. Her heartbeat sped up uncontrollably, and her face was hot. She searched Jaemin’s eyes for a response, wondering if she made a mistake.

But then he leaned over to pull her into a hug, startling her. “Thank you (Y/n) For being the one person in my life that doesn’t mind my flaws.”

Touched by his words, (Y/n) slowly smiled and hugged him back. By the way, he held her tightly, she knew that her feelings were not one-sided.

“Maybe because I have a lot of flaws myself,” She murmured.

Jaemin slightly pulled out of the hug and smiled at her brightly. He leaned over to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

“And they are perfect.”

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icemavs · 1 year

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Pete "Maverick" Mitchell arrived to NAS North Island the night before and woke himself up to go on a run. What he didn't expect was to meet one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen in his life and then have the best sex of his life. Only to run into him... later. (4.8k, explicit, ao3)

The alarm clock rang out at 0630 sharp causing Maverick to quite literally jump out of his bed. Sometimes he really hated his own perfectionism in his day to day life. He pulled on a pair of shorts, electing to forgo a shirt since it was already getting warm so early in the morning. Maverick made sure to brush his teeth and flatten down his hair so it wasn’t quite so unruly before heading out on his daily run. Forcing himself to be a morning person was both the best and worst decision Maverick had ever made.

The beginning of the run was always the worst part, so Maverick knew he just had to get past the first half mile and he would have a good run. The weather was nice, the sun coming up over the mountains and lighting the paved path that went around the perimeter of the base.

Maverick always enjoyed running on a new base. It gave him a chance to learn the lay of the land on his own while still getting in a good workout. North Island wasn’t a completely new base to him, he had been stationed there a very short time early in his career, but that was close to a decade ago, so a lot had changed and he didn’t remember it all that well.

He breathed in the sea air as he came close to the beach, the salty air stinging his nose, but it was a welcome feeling. Once he came upon the sand, he slowed to a walk and eventually stopped to take in the view in front of him. The expansiveness of the ocean never ceased to amaze him. Although he loved to be in the air, flying faster than the speed of sound, being able to do it over the open water gave him a rush that couldn’t be matched by anything else. Maverick stood with his hands on his hips and let the sun warm his back. He could hear footsteps behind him, presumably someone else on an early morning run, but the path was wide enough, and he was keen to mind his own business, so he didn’t feel the need to turn around.

Suddenly, a hard body slammed into him. The body bounced off Maverick, leaving behind a feeling of sticky sweat, as Maverick attempted to regain his balance so he could tell the perpetrator off. When Maverick turned, he was met with the view of a shock of blonde hair attached to a beautifully toned body. The man’s face was hidden as he looked down to gather himself.

“Hey, what the fuck, man?” Maverick half shouted once he’d recovered from the shock of seeing such an attractive man in front of him, his anger from being run into was quickly fading. “It’s a wide enough path, how the fuck did you even run into me?”

The man looked up from where he was straightening out his shorts and dog tags. He had startlingly blue eyes and a full set of lips. Maverick felt his stomach turn over and a pool of heat gather in his lower abdomen.

“I’m sorry, man,” the man started. The timbre of his voice was tantalizing, Maverick’s mouth was close to watering. “Something fell out of my pocket and I was looking down and just didn’t see you…” he trailed off.

Truthfully, Maverick hadn’t heard a single word that came out of his beautiful mouth and he just shook his head and put a smile on his lips. “I’m Pete,” he said, sticking out his hand for the man to shake. “Don’t worry about it, it happens.”

“Tom,” the man replied, taking Maverick’s hand. His grip was strong and his hand was warm.

“Well, Tom, before you crash landed into my back, how was your run going? It obviously isn’t the first time you’ve done this.” Maverick let his eyes drag down Tom’s body before pulling them back up to make eye contact once again.

Tom laughed – a beautiful sound – and his eyes lit up as the apologetic, kicked puppy look vanished from his face. “It was just fine, but honestly, now it’s better,” he said. “I’m about to turn around and head back if you want to join.” He jerked a thumb in the direction of the parking lot and Maverick was choosing to ignore that it was the opposite direction he came from.

As Tom finished his sentence, his eyes trailed down from Maverick’s face to sweep over his shirtless torso. Maverick fidgeted under his gaze, but he held his ground. He wasn’t going to back down just because an insanely attractive man was showing interest in him.

Tom’s eyes once again made their way to meet Maverick’s, this time a dark look was in them, but it wasn’t malicious by any means.

“I’d love to accompany you, as long as you give me a ride home since I walked here.” Maverick hoped his assumptions and intentions weren’t incorrectly placed.

Tom smiled, full of teeth. “I’d be happy to.”

The two men walked together back to the parking lot, their Sunday workouts long forgotten as a new type of cardio had piqued their interest. They managed to avoid talking about the Navy, despite having met on a naval base. Maverick, at least, had little to no interest in finding out more about Tom for the time being. Personal discussions could come later; if there was a later, of course.

“Brave to run out here without a shirt,” Tom remarked.

Maverick looked over at him. “Why’s that?” he asked.

“You could get sunburnt,” Tom answered. “Wouldn’t want that pretty little body to get all red.”

Maverick could feel a blush blooming all over his face and spreading down to his chest. “You think I’m pretty?” he asked somewhat stupidly, not being able to come up with something better.

“Of course,” Tom said.

They walked in silence after that until they reached Tom’s car and slowed to a stop. There was a slight air of tension between them, the unanswered question of where to go from there hung in the balance. Tom had a hungry look in his eyes and a small smile danced at the edges of his mouth. Maverick was standing with his backside against the passenger side door and he ran a hand through his hair, simultaneously a nervous gesture and to tame his hair.

“So, where are you staying?” Tom asked him, taking a step closer to Maverick. His hand twitched at his side, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Maverick, but he was waiting for permission. Maverick swallowed thickly and nodded his head to answer the unsaid question.

“Does it matter?” Maverick asked back, answering his question with one of his own. He was hopeful.

“It matters if I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Tom said simply, as if he was asked what he wanted for breakfast. He stepped forward and placed one hand on Maverick’s hip and the other under Maverick’s chin, tilting his head upward. Maverick sucked in a breath in anticipation.

Tom leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Maverick’s, a much more tender gesture than Maverick was expecting, but he welcomed it just the same. A small sound escaped him as Tom pressed his body up against Maverick’s. Through the thin material of their shorts, he could feel Tom’s slowly hardening cock, and Maverick knew his own felt the same.

When Tom pulled back just slightly, Maverick let out a soft whine. “So, where are you staying?” Tom asked again, the ghost of a breath tickling Maverick’s lips.

“Temp base housing, just down the street,” Maverick replied.

“Perfect,” Tom said, leaning in one last time to capture Maverick’s lips with his own.

They got into the car and drove the short distance to Maverick’s place. The silence between them was so thick that Maverick was sure he could’ve cut it with a knife. He kept his eyes trained on the road in front of them, but when he was getting in the car, he thought he caught a glimpse of a green flight suit covered in patches in the backseat. Pairing that with the fact that Tom wore his dog tags, Maverick would wager a guess that Tom was probably a pilot, too. That was something that he would deal with later.

Once they arrived, Tom wasted no time in getting out of the car. Maverick scrambled after him and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He fumbled with them at the door, Tom standing so close behind him that Maverick could feel his breath on his neck.

Maverick got the door open and when it closed behind them, Tom was right back on him, hands roaming over Maverick’s torso. After a few moments of wandering hands from both parties, Tom began to sink to his knees, earning himself a groan from Maverick.

“Fuck, Pete,” Tom breathed against Maverick’s hips. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Maverick’s shorts and looked up at Maverick with wide, blue eyes.

“Please,” Maverick begged.

That was all the go-ahead Tom needed apparently, and he pulled down Maverick’s running shorts and briefs in one quick sweep. He smiled when Maverick’s already hard cock bobbed up and down. Maverick gasped at the feeling of the cool air hitting him in all the right places and he couldn’t believe what was happening. He was also having a hard time believing just how gentle Tom was being. The hardness of his ice blue eyes was in stark contrast to how he touched Maverick. Tender touches of his lips to his hips as he took Maverick into his hands.

Maverick exhaled all the air in his lungs in one go and brought his hands up to fist into Tom’s hair. He just let them rest there, not pushing or pulling. Tom moved his eyes to Maverick’s when he finally ceased pressing kisses to his abdomen. Maverick felt like he couldn’t breathe, but in the best way possible. Tom took Maverick’s cock into his mouth, warm and wet, his eyes still never leaving Maverick’s. He took him down nearly all the way before wrapping his hand around the base and pulling off after a second. His lips never left the tip, but his tongue darted out to lick at the underside causing Maverick to let out a long moan at the feeling.

He didn’t have much to go off of in the way of experience getting blowjobs from other men, but even still, he knew this was about to be the best of his life.

Maverick tightened his grip a little in Tom’s hair and pulled his head forward in a silent question. Tom blinked up at him and sank back down with a smile dancing at the edge of his eyes. He picked up the pace as he wrapped his hands around the back of Maverick’s thighs. Maverick felt himself hit the back of Tom’s throat at the same time as Tom grabbed handfuls of Maverick’s ass. It was almost too much.

With the hands in Tom’s hair, Maverick finally pulled him off after a few more minutes of torturous pleasure. Tom’s mouth was slack as he smiled up at Maverick and his eyes had the hint of tears. When he stood up, Maverick could see the shine of spit and precome on his lips and Maverick got hungry. He quickly pulled on Tom’s shoulders to bring him close to kiss the smile off his face. Once it seemed that Tom had regained his bearings, he took control of the kiss. He still had his hands on Maverick’s ass and used that leverage to pull him closer, making Maverick arch his back into the touch. Both men moaned into the kiss, Tom grinding his still-clothed hips into Maverick’s glaringly naked ones. Tom pulled away, once more earning a whine from Maverick.

“Bed, Pete,” he said, tugging on Maverick’s hand.

Maverick forgot his qualms with no longer kissing Tom when he heard the reason why. He quickly led them to the bedroom, gripping onto Tom’s hand and trying not to giggle like an idiot. He hadn’t had this much spontaneous fun in years, he was always too busy training, always having to settle for quick and disappointing hookups and handjobs in bunks and closets on ships. But this? This was fun, this was something he could see himself doing again. Especially if Tom was a pilot like he suspected. That was a problem for later, though.

When they reached the bedroom, Maverick turned around to see Tom finally shedding his running shorts. Maverick groaned when he was gifted with the sight of what Tom was hiding in there. His cock looked heavy and was red from neglect, and Maverick couldn’t wait to get his hands or his mouth on it. Tom took the few steps forward to close the distance between them, and once his lips met Maverick’s again, he walked them backward until Maverick’s knees hit the bed and the two tumbled over.

“Fuck,” Maverick exhaled as he hit the bed. Tom was a solid weight on top of him, immediately getting to work. He worked his tongue into Maverick’s mouth with incredible precision, taking Maverick apart in just a few minutes. His hand traveled downward until it reached Maverick’s hips. He grabbed a hold with a bruising grip. Maverick was sure it would leave a mark and he relished the thought.

“How do you want to do this, baby?” Tom asked.

“Whatever you want, Tom,” Maverick replied. “I mean it.”

At that, Tom let out a sound akin to a growl and continued his assault on Maverick’s lips. His free hand came up to fist in Maverick’s hair and pulled his head back. Tom pressed kisses down the side of Maverick’s neck and sucked marks into the skin there. He took his hand from Maverick’s hip and tapped the inside of his thighs as an indication for Maverick to spread his legs.

Maverick obliged and Tom sat up to admire Maverick at a new angle from between his legs. Maverick knew he was hot, so many people in his life had told him as much, but no one had ever taken as much time to appreciate him and worship him as Tom was taking now. Tom wasn’t too hard on the eyes either, and it seemed he knew it too.

Once Tom seemed satisfied, he grabbed onto Maverick’s thighs and flipped him over without much effort. Maverick situated himself on his elbows and knees with his ass in the air, pushing it out toward Tom and knowing he looked good in this position.

Apparently, Tom thought so, too, and Maverick heard him let out a low whistle.

“You look so fucking good like this, Pete,” Tom said, awe present in his voice. “Spread out, ready and waiting for me. So fucking pretty.”

How Tom could sound so reverent about a man he just met not an hour earlier was beyond Maverick, but he wasn’t going to think about that now. He had other matters to attend to.

“C’mon Tom,” Maverick urged. “Just go for it, I know you won’t regret it.” He had a smile on his face, and though he knew Tom couldn’t see it, he hoped he could hear it in his voice.

“Oh I know, sweetheart,” Tom said. “I’m just admiring the view.”

Without waiting for Maverick to answer, Tom gripped Maverick’s hips and gripped tightly before pressing feather-light kisses to Maverick’s ass. Maverick’s breathing hitched when he felt Tom gently pull apart his ass cheeks, not ready for what was coming. He was preparing himself for one of two things, and he would be satisfied with either, though not necessarily preferring one over the other.

Maverick let out a gasp when he heard the click of what he presumed was a bottle of lube and felt Tom’s thumb brush over his rim.

“When the fuck did you grab lube?” Maverick asked, biting off the end of his question when a cool, slick finger prodded at his entrance.

“Doesn’t matter,” Tom said simply. At that, he started to slide his finger in slowly, causing Maverick to bite his lower lip at the stretch.

“Ah, fuck, Tom, please,” he begged.

“Please, what, baby?” Tom asked smugly. “You gotta ask so I know.”

“Go fucking faster,” Maverick choked out. Tom finally slid his finger in just past the second knuckle and earned himself a high-pitched whine from Maverick. He slowly worked his finger in and out, hooking it every other thrust. “Another, please, Tom, I can take it.”

“I’m sure you can.” Tom added a second finger alongside the first and let out a huff of air as Maverick practically deflated. The stretch burned in the best way possible, his hands were fisted into the sheets so tightly his knuckles were turning white. It was taking everything in him to keep his hips in the air. It had been a long time since he had been strung out and fucked properly. Years even, if he really thought about it.

Maverick relished the burn and embraced it as he let out breathy moans. He pushed his face into the mattress and subconsciously began to shallowly thrust his hips as his cock tried to remind him that it was being neglected.

Tom put his free hand on Maverick’s lower back as his occupied one began to add a third finger. “Still,” was all he said, and Maverick stopped his movements.

“I’m ready Tom, please,” Maverick grunted. “Please.”

Tom didn’t ask him to clarify this time, apparently ready to get things moving, too, and he slipped his fingers out, letting the excess lube drip down Maverick’s backside. Maverick whined at the feeling of emptiness, but he didn’t let it affect him too much when he heard the cap of the lube bottle click open once again. Tom patted Maverick on his calf and muttered for Maverick to flip back over onto his back. Maverick obliged and grinned from ear to ear when he saw Tom rolling on a condom.

“When the fuck did you find a condom?” Maverick asked, baffled at how Tom got these things done without Maverick knowing, but that was something he would figure out later.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me, Pete,” Tom replied. He was situating himself between Maverick’s legs once again. “Just enjoy the ride.” He smiled as he grabbed hold of his cock to line it up with Maverick’s entrance. He grabbed Maverick by the shoulders and hoisted him up so they were nearly chest to chest. Realistically, Tom wasn’t much bigger than him, but Maverick really enjoyed being manhandled a little bit.

He balanced himself on his knees, straddling Tom’s lap, and Tom gripped Maverick’s hips to lower him gently onto his cock. Tom pressed their foreheads together and Maverick tried to kiss him but it ended up being more of him panting into Tom’s mouth.

Once he was fully seated, Maverick tried to get words out, but the stretch of Tom’s cock was almost too much. He had never felt so full and so satisfied at the same time.

“Fu-uck, Tom,” Maverick managed. “Move, please…”

Tom just nodded and slowly shifted his hips to start a rhythm. Maverick wanted to get the show on the road just as much as Tom, so he strained his thighs to lift himself up and down to match the pace Tom had set. In order to keep up, Maverick leaned back to get more leverage and put his weight on one hand with his other wrapped around Tom’s neck. He rolled his hips in time with Tom’s and the two worked together to keep the pace.

“God, Pete, you’re so fucking good,” Tom breathed. “I can’t believe I found you. Just out there. You’re so fucking tight, you feel amazing.” Maverick leaned forward to kiss Tom’s neck, hips still moving in sync with Tom’s, and tried to leave a mark there. “You’re one to talk, your dick feels like heaven.”

Tom laughed breathlessly and pulled Maverick in for a kiss. With the new proximity, Maverick’s still-ignored cock was pressed between them and he got a small amount of relief. He broke from the kiss to moan loudly into Tom’s cheek. Tom seemed to take the hint and wrapped one of his hands around Maverick’s cock and began to pump slowly.

The sounds coming from Maverick’s mouth were not ones he could remember ever making voluntarily, but he wasn’t about to complain when it felt this good. He was letting out breathy little moans and every so often his breath would catch in his chest when Tom swiped his thumb over the tip at the same time he hit his prostate. The final straw, though, was when Tom lightly grazed his thumbnail over Maverick’s slit at the same time as he hit his prostate.

“Tom,” Maverick choked out. “I’m close, fuck, I’m gon-”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Tom cut him off. “You’re so good for me, Pete.” Tom sped up his strokes and Maverick sped up his hips in tandem. He could tell Tom was getting close too, if his breathing was any indication. It was coming in shorter bursts and it was hot against Maverick’s cheek.

Just as Maverick went over the edge, Tom pressed their lips together, kissing him through his orgasm. Maverick tried his best to keep kissing him back, but the edge of his vision was blurring as he felt some of the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. He let Tom kiss him stupid, and when he felt Tom’s hips underneath him stutter, he was finally coherent enough to kiss back.

“Yeah that’s it, Tom,” Maverick whispered against Tom’s lips. “Come on, fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Tom threw his head back when he came, Maverick latching onto his neck again, and slammed his hips into Maverick one last time.

They sat in the same position for a little while longer before the cooling come between both their stomachs starting to catch their attention. Tom lifted Maverick off his softening cock and Maverick obliged, rolling down to land softly on the bed. Tom slipped off the condom and tied it off to drop it in the bedside trash can. He rolled off the bed and Maverick closed his eyes, sated and happy.

Maverick heard the tap run in the bathroom and then footsteps coming back to the bedroom. He felt a warm washcloth on his stomach and a tap on his hip telling him to roll over. He did so, and the warm cloth was at his backside, gently wiping at his stretched rim to get rid of the lube left there. Tom started to walk away, but Maverick had had enough of being cold and alone in the bed, so without opening his eyes, he grabbed Tom by the wrist to pull him back in.

“Pete, the rag,” he tried.

“Don’t care, throw it toward the bathroom, I’ll get it later,” Maverick mumbled into the mattress. He tugged on Tom’s arm again. “Come here.”

He could hear the smile in Tom’s sigh, choosing to ignore that he was being this cuddly for a person he just met. The rag plopped on the floor somewhere in the distance and Tom crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Maverick’s middle. Tom pressed kisses to the tops of Maverick’s shoulders as he got situated.

“You know you have freckles back here?” Tom remarked.

“I don’t really look there, but thank you,” Maverick replied. “Can’t turn my neck that far.” Tom laughed at him, and soon his breathing leveled out as Maverick realized he had fallen asleep. Maverick wasn’t far behind.

***

A series of sharp knocks sounded at the door to wake them both a few hours later. Maverick groaned and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Once he saw the time, he jolted awake and out of bed, startling Tom out of his sleep as well.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Maverick rambled.

“Fuck, what, Pete?” Tom asked, trying to get his bearings.

Another round of knocking came at the door. Maverick threw Tom’s shorts at him and tugged on his own pants.

“Pete what is going on?” Tom asked again.

“Fuck, I forgot I was going to the bar with a friend, he can’t see you,” Maverick managed to get out.

“What? Why?” Tom tried.

“I told him I wouldn’t hook up with anyone right away when we got there, we made a bet, and if he sees you, I lose.” Maverick was frantically trying to flatten his hair down and button the pants of his dress whites at the same time.

Tom laughed, but seemed to get the message and grabbed Maverick’s t-shirt and dress shirt out of the closet to save him time. Tom only had his shorts with him, so he was already dressed and tried to make a move for the door.

“No!” Maverick yelled. “I mean, you can’t go out there, he can see you from the window.”

“Mav, let’s go!” came a voice from outside the door. “What the hell, man?”

Tom looked baffled. “What, do you want me to go out the window?”

Maverick had never heard such a good idea. “Please,” he said. To make up for such a ridiculous request, he grabbed Tom by the wrist and pulled him in for a deep kiss. “If you do this for me, I’ll make sure that I can see you again later. I promise.” He kissed Tom again and could feel his smile against his lips.

“Fine, I’ll see you later,” Tom said, still smiling, full of teeth and beautiful.

“God, you’re so hot,” Maverick breathed.

He smacked Tom on the ass as he climbed out, and quickly threw on the rest of his uniform before going to answer the door.

“Goose!” he exclaimed, smiling sheepishly.

Goose just rolled his eyes. “Come on, Mav, let’s just go.”

***

Maverick and Goose had been at the bar for about an hour, scoping out the people around them and trying to guess who was going to be in their TOPGUN class. Most people didn’t wear their flight suits to the bar, so it could have been anyone in whites.

“So, Mav,” Goose started. Maverick turned to look at him, knowing exactly where it was going. “What were you up to today?”

Maverick sighed and took a long pull from his beer. “Just went for a run this morning and came home to take a nap,” he said.

“Must have been one hell of a nap if you forgot what time we were meeting.” Goose turned around to order another drink at the bar but stopped short before the bartender could get to him. “Mav,” he said. “You want to know who the best is?” He paused to point to a blonde man in the corner, sipping a glass of a clear liquor. “That’s him, Iceman. It’s the way he flies, ice cold, no mistakes.”

Goose kept talking, but Maverick stopped listening when he realized who he was looking at. Tom. He knew he’d see him later, but he didn’t think it would be so soon. Maverick was glad his suspicions about him being a pilot were confirmed, however. He looked very good in his whites, and Maverick couldn’t wait to see him in his flight suit.

A few moments later, Tom – Iceman – walked up to him and Goose, and a third man that had joined them that Maverick deduced was Tom’s RIO.

“Hey, Mother Goose, how’s it going?” Tom greeted Goose and shook his hand.

“Tom, this is Pete Mitchell,” Goose said. “Mav, Tom Kazansky.”

Tom stuck his hand out for Maverick to shake. Maverick took it, keeping eye contact and shaking firmly.

“Congratulations on TOPGUN,” Tom said civilly.

“Thank you,” Maverick replied, eyes locked onto Tom’s lips at this point.

“Sorry to hear about Cougar, he and I were like brothers in flight school,” Tom continued. Maverick stopped listening for a minute when Tom leaned over to grab some peanuts off the bar. The proximity made Maverick’s breath catch in his throat. “Say, you need any help?” Tom asked.

Maverick was jolted back into his head as Tom leaned in even closer. “With what?”

“You figured it out yet?” Tom said.

“What’s that?” Maverick was trying hard to figure out what the hell Tom was getting at. Mostly he was trying to keep from dropping to his knees right then and there in the bar.

“Who’s the best pilot,” Tom finally clarified.

“I think I can figure that out on my own,” Maverick replied.

Tom continued talking but Maverick stopped listening again, simply thinking about how he was going to get Tom back into his bed. The other man – Slider, Maverick figured out – started talking and pulled him and Tom back into the conversation with Goose. Once Slider was finished regaling the tale of Maverick and Goose seeing the MiG up close, they bid them farewell.

“See you later,” Tom said, only looking at Maverick.

“You can count on it,” Maverick said quietly as Tom walked away. Yes, he would be seeing him later, he was sure of it.

#icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #top gun #top gun maverick

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frozenfries · 2 years

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raze and reader having a lil competition to see who can put the mostly stickers on breach’s arms without him noticing mayhaps???

Oooh a chance to write two new characters? I’ll take it. Thank you for such a lighthearted idea!

Tag Team (Raze x Reader)

Prompt: A friendly competition turns into a sweet prize.

Word Count: 601

• There was never a dull day with Raze.

• You two got a kick out of engaging in friendly competition over just about anything: who could out-joke Brimstone, who had better taste in music, who could spray paint a better mural…

• The thing about these competitions was that there were never any real losers: the winner usually picked something you could both enjoy.

• When Breach expresses his fears of missing out, you and Raze are determined to change his perspective.

It had started off as an innocent question.

Everyone knew Raze and Breach were as thick as thieves and had a long history together. During breakfast one morning after you’d stopped by Killjoy’s workshop, the Brazilian munched away on her pão na chapa while scrutinizing the Initiator so intently that he began to shift uncomfortably in his chair.

“Hey mano… did you ever want tattoos on those arms?”

Breach nodded. “I like to imagine they were real beauties. I feel like I’m missin’ out sometimes, but I can’t complain about what I got in their place!” He flexed his arms as he spoke, grinning fondly. “Carbon steel with titanium plating, baby.” He rapped one of them lightly with his knuckles. “Nothing beats your upgrades.”

The Duelist toyed with something under the table - one of the German’s frog stickers she’d snagged from a desk earlier. Standing up, she casually patted Breach on the arm as she made her way out of the mess hall, leaving the decal in her wake. “Vamos!” She called out to you, already having made her first mark. You clucked your tongue, smirking as you bid the others farewell. With that, you had just figured out your next competition.

To make it more interesting, you guys had printed out a whole variety pack of stickers containing bits of the agents: Jett’s knives, Neon’s octopus and Chamber’s teleportation card, just to name a few. And so it went for the day, with you both attempting to surreptitiously plant stickers on the criminal’s arms without him noticing; some times were easier than others.

She made it look so effortless. You, on the other hand, crashed not-so-subtly into him on the range during target practice just to land one on the back of his bicep. Another time, you nearly fell onto the billiards table as you got close to Breach, clutching his shoulder and standing on the tips of your toes to “get a better look at his shot angle” as he played his daily match with KAY/O. You had been acting rather strange today and at this point, the Swede couldn’t help but wonder if you were trying to hit on him.

Raze busted out laughing. “They’re with me, Breachy. Don’t get any ideas.” She bumped your hip with hers, eliciting a giggle while the man raised his hands in surrender.

In the end, Raze managed to decorate his arms in more stickers. When Breach discovered what the two of you were up to, you weren’t sure what his reaction would be. But his face lit up and he couldn’t stop admiring what you’d done. He even decided to keep them on when he was called away to a mission the next day.

“Time to take these arms for a spin.” Slinging his Bulldog over his shoulder, he fist bumped you both and strode off confidently.

Raze turned to you when he rounded the corner, wrapping an arm around your waist and taking you by surprise with a kiss.

“Hey, a win’s a win,” she reasoned as you two exchanged smiles.

Some things never changed.

#valorant #valorant x reader #raze x reader #valorant raze #raze valorant #valorant breach #valorant scenarios

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bbhyeoliskooks · 2 years

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❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.❞ — FIVE.

A story in which Yeonjun is your troublemaker guardian angel.

𖥻 Pairing: GuardianAngel!Choi Yeonjun x Reader (Female)

𖥻 Genre: Angst, fluff, guardianangel!au, served with 5000+ words

𖥻 Warnings: Bad words, panic attack

𖥻 Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw your beloved angel. Every passing second of your life since a couple months ago had always been Yeonjun. It was always the way he grinned whenever he saw you, how he lit up whenever you mentioned going on a mint ice cream date, or his soft snowy feathers you cuddled up with in bed (besides him of course). It was always the way he pulled you outside to dance in the rain when you were feeling down and then after, worrying that you were going to be sick and taking extra care of you just in case. You’ve always loved those parts of him. But the thing you were most grateful for was just having him near your side. Even though the last weeks (or month you should say) was excruciating, you were grateful for his presence that never seemed to have left you.

And now, where has he gone? Where has the angel you’ve grown to, gone?

Having him near you was a necessity, such as for example, air. He was in your life as you took a breath, and left painfully like the looseness of a sigh. His presence in your life was fresh, something exciting that left you crisp and satisfied. He quenched your desire to live and made it far greater. But in this present, the one before him- and now after him, you were left gasping for air, wanting a full breath of peace that was with him.

How funny was it, that a guardian angel could impact your life this much? Similar to how he suddenly appeared in your life, he vanished without a trace. And now you were an empty husk, holding onto the foolish and mere hope that he would come back. It was a wish so simple to anyone else, but in your case, the wish was clearly impossible.

Every night your knees hit the white carpet, scratching until they bled while you prayed hopelessly to God to bring your angel back. It was a daily, endless activity that had weaved itself in your nightly routine before you fell asleep with tears in your eyes. Your last thoughts would always be Yeonjun, you with Yeonjun, past memories, or just Yeonjun. Almost always you clung to the fluffy feather resting in between your palms, kissing it to sleep and hoping that the blue haired angel who you’ve loved more than anything would be back the next morning.

During the day you were constantly lost, finding every sign of him that could possibly hint at his return. In every activity that you forced yourself to do, you wondered if he was watching you, or at the very least thinking of you. Was he as ruined as you after that last confrontation? Did he have to make an effort to do daily activities because he was stuck in the past with you? The thought made you tear up. Of course he wouldn’t be. He chose to leave and denied your feelings. It was cruel how he even expected you to be happy with Beomgyu even after making a tantrum about how he wasn’t good enough.

But what could you say? It didn’t matter anymore. None of it mattered anymore. Although you hoped with all of your heart and soul that he would come back, deep down inside you knew that he wouldn’t. No matter how much wishing and hoping and crying and praying, Yeonjun wouldn’t come back. The situation was unfortunate, and it was not how you wanted things at all. However it was over, and time would surely heal you once again.

Your eyes filed through your closet in the evening, gazing past your clothes and instead at Yeonjun’s who had stayed there in spite of recent events. Recollection of memories flashed through your head as you remembered every single time he wore them in order to make a fashion statement. His blue frilly, silky shirt hung silently on a hanger and you chuckled, remembering the time he let you try it on after he bought it on one of your shopping trips. The shirt was a gift to you that he saved as a surprise for a while, even though he wore it more times than you.

He’d always said the color really pulled out the color in your eyes, so what was holding you back from wearing it?

As delicately as you could, you pulled the long sleeved shirt from the hanger, pleased that the color matched your mood: sad yet hopeful. Today you were feeling more optimistic in the fact that he would come back (though you were ready for the disappointment that awaited you later that night), and pulled the shirt over you, warmly accepting his scent that hugged your body everywhere. The heavenly smell flew to your nose and you drew a big breath, closing your eyes in delight. A while ago he left, but the scent still lingered. Little things like that kept you going, as well as the memories of the blue haired angel who made you so happy.

It was only a couple hours of late classes anyway. There was no way that was enough time to already change it with your smell. It would be a matter of time before it disappeared, so you wanted to make a memory of him last as long as possible.

Slipping on your shoes, you threw the bag over your shoulder. It was a little over 6! If you didn’t start walking by now, then you’ll probably be late and cause a scene.

You hurriedly opened the door and slammed it shut before speedwalking to your school. The whole time, you could hear Yeonjun’s whiny voice nagging at how you were going to be late.

---

After two hours of classes, the lectures were over and you were free to go home. Your eyes drooped with sleep as you had rubbed them tirelessly the whole class, and there was nothing more that you wanted than just good ol’ sleep. Well, it wasn’t like you were paying attention anyway so you didn’t understand how you were tired. Maybe it was the endless thinking about how different things would be, but you weren’t going to get into a deep hole again. You just wanted to go home.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You heard a male voice calling you and you perked up, wondering for a split second if it was Yeonjun. Had he finally come back? Your smile grew just as quickly as your name was called before realizing... if it was him, then he would be calling you angel instead of Y/N...

Your shoulders deflated and you sighed, instantly taking notice that it was Beomgyu’s voice instead. One second had your hope swinging up to the sky, then the next shattered it. But it was alright. This was Beomgyu, after all and he was your good friend. More often than not, he would cheer you up whenever you seemed down but you didn’t find this particular story to be the case.

Although... it had been a while since you had seen him, so you were glad when you heard him- besides the rushing disappointment. And as selfish as it seemed, he still wasn’t Yeonjun.

“Yeah?” You forced yourself to put on a smile as you sluggishly packed your things. It was hard to give a lot of energy since you were drained but hoped that Beomgyu wouldn’t notice.

He did.

“Is everything okay? I haven’t seen you in a while and you haven’t texted me since a couple weeks ago.”

You pursed your lips, unable to make eye contact with him. Had it really been that long since that night where you got drunk? Since you saw your angel and had that biggest fight with him eventually leaving? The thought made you sick to your stomach. A couple whole weeks.

What a great way to slap you in the face, even if it wasn’t intentional.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just super tired from the lecture and assignments I guess.”

You hoped that Beomgyu would buy your lie, but it was obvious he didn’t due to a raise of his eyebrow.

“Um, okay... are you sure? I just find it suspicious because usually your Yeonjun would be going with you. You know that boy, he goes everywhere with you and I find it so cute!”

Your Yeonjun.

Breathing harshly, you drew into yourself after hearing his name for the first time in weeks by someone else. It was like a knife was clawing at your heart, dragging and dragging again that you could almost feel it. Your body even had a reaction itself, getting chills before falling down weakly. A mention of his name had you more sad than ever.

“Oh... Yeonjun...” You gulped, finding it hard to say his name with the lump at the back of your throat. Beomgyu looked at you with concern when your voice shook uncontrollably.

“He’s just visiting family right now.” You had to bite your tongue to stop you from saying ‘but he’s never coming back.’ You had to be quick on your feet since you knew he wouldn’t believe you.

Hopelessly your voice shrunk as you continued, "I’m not sure when he’s coming back, maybe never.”

On the surface, the last part was a joke but Beomgyu didn’t think it was very funny. There wasn’t his boisterous laugh that you half-expected to come and he only drew his lips into a fine line. He didn’t even skip a beat with his dead gaze on you, making you more nervous that he would suspect something. You had to force yourself to look up so that your eyes wouldn’t betray you and accidentally shed a tear.

“Ah, okay.” Beomgyu decided not to pester you any further and a million thank you’s sprang in your head.

He decided to comfort you instead. “But I’m here for you okay? Whatever is happening, you can tell me because I’m your close friend.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how much he cared. Maybe you could’ve dealt with things better if you let Beomgyu comfort you.

“Thank you so much, Beom. It really means a lot. I’m thankful to have a friend like you.”

The boy only nodded and pulled you in for a hug which you gratefully accepted. His embrace was warm and it took you a moment to hug him back because everything reminded you of him. You shut your eyes, letting a couple tears fall as every memory of Yeonjun hugging you replayed. God, you missed his touch so much.

Beomgyu’s hug was definitely comforting, but it was nowhere near Yeonjun’s. With Yeonjun, you would fit into him perfectly, resting your head into his shoulder while he whispered sweet things into your ear though... of course, you were biased. And of course it was agonizing to think of these things. Even with Beomgyu hugging you, you still thought of Yeonjun and just the mere thought of him was too much for your unstable heart.

“Beomgyu...” You weeped, unable to hold it in anymore. “It hurts.. it hurts so much.”

He sighed, somehow pulling you closer and letting you cry on his black shirt. “I know, Y/N. Whatever happened, I’m so sorry.”

His voice trying to comfort you just made you sob even more. Why? Why did it have to be this way when there were an infinite amount of options at hand?

At that moment you were so ready to tell Beomgyu everything, but a whisper not coming from him stopped you. It was a faint “angel, I’m sorry” that lingered in the air and your eyes shot open, searching around you for the very guardian angel you knew it was. You looked everywhere and even asked Beomgyu if he heard it but to no avail.

It must’ve been your imagination or something because you swore you heard Yeonjun’s voice apologizing to you. It was him, and you knew it was him. But how could you have heard him without seeing him next to you anywhere? As far as you were concerned, he would’ve given up his position as guardian angel by now and there was no way he could leave heaven without being one. So it must’ve been a figment of your imagination or something, trying to give you comfort.

As much as you loved him, you weren’t willing to break your heart once again and pushed your hope away. The truth and the fact of your story with him was that it was over and you’d never get anything like his hugs, his voice, his whispers- everything- ever again.

---

The light above the elevator dinged and you stepped inside, trying to stop the snot and tears falling from your eyes and nose. It was so embarrassing that you broke down in front of Beomgyu and you were for sure regretting it now. It felt great in the moment being able to release all of what you kept inside. Now it was just another reminder that you’d isolate yourself even if you had a choice. In order to protect whatever business Yeonjun was doing up in heaven, you had to shut your mouth about it and not tell anyone. It would be too dangerous and... you’d want to see him happy anyway.

Harshly rubbing above your cheeks, you dabbed at your eyes with the back of your hands. With tears like this, it was a little difficult to see anything. Usually you would go down the stairs since it was good to move around after a couple hours of sitting down, but you lazily decided to take the elevator instead. Crying made you feel drained, especially when it was a lot. Thank gosh nobody decided to take the elevator with you though, otherwise they’d see you be a sobbing mess.

You tried to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths as you pressed the button to the main floor. The doors closed and your shoulders shook as you took a deep breath in, feeling the elevator drop a floor.... then one out, another floord dropped... then one in... then-

Click!

You opened your eyes after hearing a clicking sound, only to see complete darkness. You looked at your hands, but there was nothing but the deep black of the elevator. Then you looked at the other direction, gasping when you realized that the lights had gone out. What happened?!

The air felt tight and everything fell on your shoulders. Your heart dropped to your stomach, giving you the urge to throw up. “I think the elevator is stuck!” You cried, holding your stomach as you felt the urge to puke. What the fuck were you going to do?!

You patted your pants, your shirt, everything that would signify the location of your phone. Usually you placed it in your pockets when you went out but had a habit of placing it in your bag during classes. However, you knew for a fact that it wasn’t in there since you had gone through it, looking for tissues.

You felt like a failure. How could you have foolishly assumed that it was in your pockets or anywhere on you? You clearly remembered leaving it at home when you left... and that meant that you couldn’t call Beomgyu or Aera for help.

What else were you supposed to do?

Like a madwoman you began banging on the door with all your strength, miserably knowing that it wouldn’t open no matter how hard you hit it. But you knew that someone could possibly hear you and ask for help. There had to be a couple students still left in the building right? Of course, you didn’t want to push the buttons since one of them would open the elevator door and you don’t know where you would be forced out.

“Help me! Please!” You yelled banging on the door until you felt the sides of your fists writhe with pain.

...

Nobody responded. There was nothing else you could hear except the panic in your breath and the despair in your voice while you bang on the metal door that just wouldn’t get out of your way.

You took a second to breathe again, feeling the air around you run out. If somebody didn’t hear you now, it’d probably be a while before you could go home and enjoy a nice cup of your favorite drink. The desire of going home was strong, but please! You just wanted to get out of that tight space and sleep after an exhausting day.

After the pain in your fists faded away, you felt forced to try again once more.

“Help me! I can’t get out!” You pounded against the metal door, hoping that someone- anyone, please- would come and save you.

“Can anyone hear me?!” You screamed, dragging your nails against the surface. The darkness was beginning to be suffocating now. “Please just help!”

Help, help, help.

Your efforts were useless. Nobody was there. Nobody responded. Nobody said anything or said that they would help. Nobody would save you from the everlasting pain and darkness.

You were stuck there. Completely and utterly, just like how Yeonjun left you.

You sank to the floor, your legs unable to support your body. It was as if the wind was knocked out of you and your throat didn’t let any air in. You were going to die, you just knew it. The world betrayed you and only panic seeped into your bones. Nobody would be there to save you, not even your beloved angel who had sworn he would always be there for you.

“Help... Yeon... jun...”

You felt yourself drifting away as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your grip on reality was fading and you fell deeper into the darkness, where nobody could help you. Everything you tried so hard to keep- memories, materials, you- was all over.

“Angel!” Someone carefully lifted you from the darkness.

“Angel, are you okay?!” They wrapped their arms around you, scaring the darkness away and letting love flow from their fingertips.

“Angel, please wake up for me.” Tender fingers grazed over your eyes gently as if they were fragile.

“I’m sorry for being late.” Laying you on their lap, they finally gave you a place to rest.

“I’m sorry for not being honest with you when I should’ve been at the very start.” Wet droplets fell on your cheek, trickling until they reached your chin and stained your body.

“Oh angel, my stupid Y/N, please wake up for me...”

...

You felt something soft and warm pressed against your cheek and you slowly opened your heavy eyes, trying to make sense of what was in front of you. Fuzzy black spots paraded in your vision as you looked around, stunned to see the light. A pounding headache that was incredibly hard to ignore made you wince in discomfort, as your hand immediately flew to your head. What the hell happened and what was going on?

Along with your disrupted vision, your ears were also not in a good position. Even so, you heard someone gasp beside you with shock.

“She’s- she’s waking up! Angel? Angel, are you okay?!” A soft hand cupped your cheek as delicately as possible, sending you another flash of reality. Memories upon memories poured back, making your head hurt even more. As everything returned, you vividly remembered that you were trapped in an elevator before things went black.

You gulped as your throat was already parched. Had someone managed to save you? Were you in heaven?

Your vision stopped blurring and you finally saw him once again, as glowing and radiant as the last time you saw him. A being so ethereal with the softest locks of blue hair, someone you could never forget even if you almost drifted away:

Yeonjun.

Your Yeonjun.

His thumb grazed over your cheek, touching you tenderly, “don’t ever do that again, you dummy...” a tear of joy fell down his own, “I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I lost you like that.”

You rubbed at your eyes to see if you were hallucinating but the miracle and ardent painting was still in front of you. Tears were in Yeonjun’s eyes as he smiled slowly at you, as his peachy cheeks tinged pink with bashfulness. You couldn’t help but smile with tears in your eyes as well, knowing that the prayers you begged in finally worked. You grabbed his shirt, unsure if he was a dream. When you felt the material in the palms of your hands you knew it wasn’t, causing you to tear up. His teary eyes only sparkled with nothing short of love at the simple action.

“Yeonjun! Yeonjun, you’re back! I thought you left! Oh my god, you’re here...”

He pulled you in his arms, letting you lay your head on his shoulder while he stared down at you. The close proximity made your heart swell. Yeonjun chuckled, feeling your heartbeat against his soulless chest.

“Now I know that you really don’t have a brain,” the blue haired angel teased, “you say that but how could I leave the girl I love more than anyone else in heaven and earth combined?”

He pressed a long kiss against your forehead, and you closed your eyes. If you knew that you had gotten your wish, then you wouldn’t have spent those weeks sulking. Instead you would’ve gotten ready for him, once he was ready. And now, here he was. It was a miracle.

“Let’s go home together. Are you ready to fly with me again, my angel?”

You watched him stretch out his hand in front of you, willing you to take it. You looked at his hand, pouting. For a second hesitance decided your actions since it had been long but you could never pass on an opportunity like this! So you gently took his hand into yours, smiling because they fit perfectly like they used to and always will.

“Of course, Jun. But I bet you’re still super slow!”

He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance but you could see way past that. It was painfully obvious that he was excited to take you home- and no you didn’t mean that ironically.

You carefully placed your arms behind his neck being sure not to hurt him while he lifted you up from under your knees. It was exactly like the first time you met since he was holding you bridal style. The night sky was cold and you regretted not bringing a coat. The stars above wavered just like your heart and though they were pretty, you instead snuggled against his chest since the cool breeze had prickled the hair on your arms. Yeonjun was a great source of warmth and as you were flown home, you were not affected by the icy cold at all.

As you exhaled with happiness in its truest form you realized that you were at home. It was even better with an angel you missed the most. You sighed, feeling all the sadness from the past couple of weeks seep out of your bones. No matter where you went, the only place that would make you happy was home- and Yeonjun was home.

---

After such a long day, home made things seem 100x better. The refreshing smell of Yeonjun’s favorite tea tarried as you took deep sighs, compared to a while ago in the elevator when you were having a panic attack. The whole thing with passing out and crying on Beomgyu honestly made you more exhausted than anything. Sleepily you gripped the hot cup in your hand with what little strength was left, and closed your eyes in some bittersweet relief.

While you were flying with Yeonjun, it got you thinking... what if he would leave you again? You wouldn’t necessarily say those two weeks just to see him again were worth that amount of heartbreak, even if you loved him the most. Your thoughts lingered to that moment again, corresponding in the time now.Of course you were overjoyed to see him but nonetheless... you don’t want to go through the same pain that he put you in.

“Angel... is everything okay?” His voice was meek, careful not to disturb you as you looked like you were about to fall asleep.

Your eyes bolted open at his question and you nodded your head with confusion. There was nothing to say when you were this distraught about your emotions. It made you realize how lucky you were to have that time alone.

Unfortunately Yeonjun was dissatisfied with your answer and pouted, inching closer to you although your chairs were already close together at the table. You turned to look at him, but he was already too close for comfort. His action surprised you, making you move away, displeased.Your whole body even turned away, making it hard for him to read your expression.

“What’s wrong? Is there something bothering you?” He prodded again, his voice becoming more concerned than shy this time.

You just huffed, trying to show that you were ignoring him on purpose. It was so petty but pent up feelings kept coming up and selfishly encouraged your behavior.

Yeonjun’s lips turned into a line this time, as he was genuinely sad more so disappointed. Things were so awkward now, and he didn’t know how to approach you without making you uncomfortable. He should’ve thought that before leaving heaven, but he wasn’t sure if he had the right to come back. However it was his fault that he caused the rift between your relationship, so he figured he should at least own it.

There was really no harm in trying anyway.

“Angel, look at me.”

You rolled your eyes, thinking his actions were too forward.

“Angel, please please please look at meee,” Yeonjun whined.

This time, you thought that his actions were too whiny. It would be a while before he could gain your trust, and it was going to be a while before he had it back.

Yeonjun stayed silent this time, thinking of how he can get your attention before an idea popped in his head. He pulled at your blue sleeve, losing hope that something would work.

“Angel, please look at me... I know you’re really mad at me, but please look; it’s really important.”

Sympathy tugged at your body in strings and you looked at him before you could stop it. Just hearing him beg to look at him made your legs weak and feel like jelly.

“What is it?” You deadpanned, giving him a blank stare. It was what he deserved, after all. Absolutely no attention and interest from you at all- and you weren’t going to show that love at all either. Not even the butterflies in your stomach because of him addressing you as angel.

Yeonjun only grinned mischievously, leaning on his hand while he looked at you lovingly. It made everything in your body heat up uncontrollably.

“You have something on your cheek, stupid.”

You couldn’t help but giggle which lifted the thick tension in the air. It had entered as soon as he put you down on the floor and left just as quickly in your laugh. To be honest, a little part of you felt stupid for forgiving him this quickly, but you already knew deep down that you forgave him from the start. Love could mess with someone a lot, and missing them messed them up harder. It was funny what those two did to a person in just 2 weeks without seeing their crush.

“Look, I’m really sorry, okay? I should’ve been honest from the beginning and communicated with you instead of making a big deal and leaving for 2 weeks. Truth be told, I missed you more than anything and it hurt to be away from you for so long. I was really harsh when I left, but I know what I can do to make it better in the future. I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he stated seriously, holding his breath while he waited for you to say something.

In response you just toyed with your fingers, unable to look in his eyes. If you looked, there was no telling what you could say. His blue hair swayed as he stare at you with his puppy eyes that he knew would have you at the edge.

“Honestly?” You regrettably caught a glimpse of his hopeful face. “I- I don’t know, Yeonjun. I forgive you, but... I said I was in love with you that night and I still am.” Giving up at playing hard to get you courageously looked in his glowing eyes trying to find something- anything but surprisingly found nothing, “I love you so much and it hurt to see you leave just because I was being honest with you.”

Silence.

His eyes held no emotion although on the usual you could tell what was going on with him. Yeonjun didn’t move, you didn’t move, and you were starting to regret what you just said. The only thing you could hear was your breath. Even then you were doing your best to stay quiet in the thick air. Albeit you weren’t doing such a great job since both you and Yeonjun could hear it.

Wordlessly he nodded, letting a small smile on his face. You didn’t understand his body language at all as he turned to you eagerly.

“You know what I did while I was in heaven?”

The curiosity made you turn your head quickly, dying to let him go on.

“I thought about you,” he paused for a second, unsure of what to say next before continuing. “I always thought about you- your eyes, the way you smile when I smiled, and how you bit your lip- only you. It made me realize how stupid I was to hurt you and how lucky I had been to be your guardian angel.”

You felt your ears and cheeks heating up at his comments yet still didn’t say anything.

He started smiling wider, a smirk appearing on his face as love glowed in his eyes. He made fun of his words, laughing as he spoke to you.

“Don’t you get it, Y/N? Why I’ve been thinking about you all the time and why I came back for you?”

He took your hands into his, pressing a kiss against the back of one of them. His pink lips were soft and plush against your hand, treating it as if it was royalty. Your heart started jumping in your chest and you almost started shaking from how nervous you were.

The chocolate brown eyes you became accustomed looking at turned into crescents, and at that moment you finally knew.

“Because I’m in love with you. I should’ve acknowledged it earlier- and I’m so stupid for not realizing it, but god I’m so in love with you. You make me so happy, happier than my old job at heaven. I don’t care that you’re a human and I’m an angel. As long as I get to spend an eternity loving you, then I know things will turn out fine.”

He gently grabbed your face, bringing it closer to his without warning.

“Be mine, angel. Please be mine, and I’ll make you the happiest girl in the world.”

Your eyes teared as you watched his vulnerable face, though some of his blue bangs were making it harder to see. One of your tears trickled down to his hand, but you didn’t care. The moment you dreamed to come was here, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Now you knew what it meant to feel so overjoyed you started crying.

“Yes, Yeonjun,” you laughed while sniffling, “I’ll be yours.”

As soon as he heard that he closed the distance between the two of you, and you closed your eyes relishing in the kiss. His lips were docile even though his passion ran through his body. You weren’t sure how but he somehow brought you closer, getting a sweet taste of you. You unknowingly smiled into the kiss, feeling heaven on your tongue. Even your body had an effect as your arms fell at your sides and your legs squeezed. Before you could get more, Yeonjun pulled away, clearly leaving you wanting more. The way he was teasing you was obvious, but there way no way you could show that you were affected from that heated kiss.

After the shock of just kissing disappeared you lifted a hand and put it on your lips, now surprised that he could do something like that. “How the heck did you do that Jun?”

Yeonjun just sighed happily, leaning back on his chair with his hands behind his back. It took him a second to respond after snapping out of his little gaze. “I’ve been practicing.”

Practicing?!

You furrowed your eyebrows as your teeth clenched. A weird feeling bubbled up in your stomach and you felt disgusted at your immediate jealousy- especially the mention of him practicing with someone else.

“With who?!” You shouted about to stand at the edge of your side.

Yeonjun looked at you, smiling.

“No one,” You watched him wink at you before teasing, “I just wanted to see you jealous and it was soo worth it.”

Embarrassed at how he knew, you shut your eyes and covered your ears.

“Yeonjun!”

---

Released: July 10, 2022 (9:45pm)

Thoughts: Finally. After what- 8 months after the last chapter, I’m so proud to say that the next part is here! Oh my gosh, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter but it’s been a while since I’ve wrote so it’s probably a little shabby ^^ Nonetheless I’m very proud that I wrote this story and decided to continue it after getting back into TXT. This chapter took me a matter of 3 days to write, but it’s finally here! I’m always ready to hear your thoughts for For Eternity. There will be 2 more chapters after this, along with a finale and epilogue. Stay tuned because they will be released soon!

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Francis in Russia for the playlist ask please!

This was actually astonishingly fun, and much easier than I expected, because there are so few Russian bands from the time whose lyrics I can find in English and whose music I'm happy to stream right now. Despite that, I'm probably going to have to have a daily listen to Go_A just to balance it all out.

Feared before God and the Devil

A band AU playlist for hiding your feelings behind the Iron Curtain

Falco - Einzelhaft [solitary confinement] Boney M. - Rasputin Mark Bernes - Журавли [zuravli/cranes] Steve Miller Band - Abracadabra Mashina Vremeni - В добрый час [v dobryi chas/good luck] Dschinghis Khan - Moskau Kino - Ночь [noch/night] Eurythmics - Sexcrime (1984) Akvarium - Пепел [pepel/ashes] Strannye Igry - Metamorfozi [metamorphoses] Kino - Растопите снег [rastopite sneg/falling snow] Akvarium - Танцы на грани весны (tantsy na grani vesny/dancing on the verge of spring) Mashina Vremeni - Пока горит свеча [poka gorit svecha/while the candle is lit] Kino - Проснись [prosnis'/passers-by] Akvarium - Рок-н-ролл мертв [rok n roll mertv/rock and roll is dead] Joanna Stingray - Love is No Joke Bauhaus - Ziggy Stardust Eurythmics - Greetings from a Dead Man Pentangle - Lord Franklin

Comments below the cut, as usual!

Apparently Abracadabra was a huge disco hit in Russia. Same with Rasputin and Moskau, so...I’m hardly going to leave the bangers off the playlist! I snuck Falco on as a kind of bridge to the Russian stuff, and because the lyrics fit so well.

The Mark Bernes song was the last one he recorded - he was a beloved Soviet celebrity of Jewish ancestry, and ‘Cranes’ was recorded when he knew he was dying. Kino, Akvarium and Strannye Igry are all underground rock groups from the ‘80s (all from the Leningrad scene) whose music was smuggled out by Joanna Stingray and released on the compilation ‘Red Wave’, which came out after Francis gets back from Russia, but opens the door to these artists being able to use official recording studios and play officially sanctioned venues. Mashina Vremeni are a Moscow band formed at the same time.

Purely by chance, I find that the Kino song I put on Francis’ pining playlist was actually recorded in English by Joanna Stingray in the late ‘80s. So I put her version on here, and I am considering the potential, as a parallel to the ‘yunitsa’ nickname, of Philippa not understanding the original lyrics very well and then being blindsided when she gets hold of the Joanna Stingray version.

Eurythmics’ 1984 themed album is there for the air of menace, for Francis and his band being followed everywhere by KGB agents including Ivan and his documentary crew. Bauhaus bring a gothy ‘80s vibe to Ziggy, and probably encapsulate the way the world sees Francis and his constantly changing array of backing musicians. And Lord Franklin for being sad and near-death in cold places far from loved ones/kind of a Willoughby reference though I haven’t yet figured out what his parallel is in the AU.

The photos are from a Russian digital archive. The musicians is an untitled photo by L. Zhaleiko, and the child and dog is ‘friends’ by Valerie Shustov.

1) '[On cold channels, the illusion of free choice / Doors of steel locking out time / Pink-orange filters, chemistry is enlightening you / If you're not capable of living, you're gonna die, too / Your guilt will never be forgiven]' 2) 'He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Tsar / But the kazachok, he danced really wunderbar / In all affairs of state, he was the man to please' 3) '[A day will come I'll join the cranes in flying / In their flock through evening glaucous haze / From high above I will be sadly crying / For all I knew and loved in those days]' 4) 'I heat up / I can't cool down / My situation goes 'round and 'round' 5) '[Let it be like the thread was never tightened / Not worth running, not worth staying back / It's been like this forever- easy to speak, Harder to play out, especially to sing]' 6) '[Moscow / Foreign and mysterious / Towers of red and gold / As cold as ice / Moscow / Who really knows you / knows a fire burns / in you so hot'] 7) '[Well, but I've always loved the night. / And it's my business - to love the night, / And it's my right - into the shadow to go away.'] 8) 'And so I face the wall / Turn my back against it all / How I wish I'd been unborn / Wish I wasn't living here.' 9) '[My efficiency increases with each passing day; / I love my walls, I call them "home". / I receive signals from different sides; / I sleep and see ashes in my dream.]' 10) '[I thought that the crying was laughter, / I confused the darkness for light, / Confused death for life / And myself - for someone else!'] 11) '[I cannot live without her anymore. / Help me, / Please, help me... / I cannot live without warmth anymore, / Help me, / I’m begging, help me...'] 12) '[I could write an epic story, / But why would I risk loosing my camouflage? / I could take a canvas and a brush. / But it ain't gonna change anything.'] 13) '[there are some days when you lose your heart / and there're no words, no music, and no strength left. / on days like these i was away from myself / and never asked anyone for help.'] 14) '[Every day you get back home when it's already dark / Every day you travel in subway when it's already dark / As for her, she lives in the centre of all cities / You want to to have her near you / But you've got to travel home 'cause it's already dark.'] 15) '[Elbow to elbow, a brick in the wall; / We stood too proud, we paid triple the toll. / For those who have waited, for those who have marched, / For those who will never forgive us that.'] 16) 'When the night's standing still / I can hear you play your guitar / But the tune, it seems so far / I took time to drink Slèzá / Your floor is my ceiling / So near but sometime away / But my beats with no delay / Alone in Russia, price I’ll have to pay.' 17) 'So where were the Spiders / While the flies tried to break our balls? / Just the beer light to guide us / So we bitched about his fans / And should we crush his sweet hands, oh...' 18) [instrumental] 19) 'With a hundred seamen he sailed away / To the frozen ocean in the month of May / To seek a passage all around the pole / Where we poor seamen do sometimes go...'

#band au: ringed castle #character: francis crawford #playlists: period appropriate #really proud of this tbh

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Dilemma then and now...

Recently, my boyfriend and I have resumed our evening walks as spring approaches and the weather improves in the Netherlands. I always anticipate engaging in these activities post-work or during the weekend as they offer us the chance to discuss our day and delve into various topics while taking a stroll.

Primarily, we stroll through Soesterduinen and the forested area in Soest, enjoying the natural surroundings. I'm consistently grateful that these pleasant walking spots are close to our apartment, providing a wonderfully serene and relaxing atmosphere to unwind after a week of work.

One of the various topics we chatted about was the distinct scent of the wood furnace that permeates the residential area of our village. I often express how this scent triggers nostalgic feelings, bringing me back to my time in the Philippines. My boyfriend shares a similar sentiment, and when I inquired about his specific memories associated with it, he recounted fond memories of his mother keeping the furnace lit during winters when he was young. I recalled my own experiences of waking up early to cook rice on a wood and charcoal stove, and gathering firewood with my brother in the nearby forest that we use to cook for our daily meals. It's quite interesting to observe the contrasts in our upbringing and we both acknowledged how these stories highlight the differences in it.

As we strolled along, we discussed on what to have for dinner, considering the surplus of leftovers in the fridge. I suggested concocting an improvised recipe using the various vegetables, prompting him to remember the red cabbage we still had, perfect for whipping up a hachee.

We were struggling to choose what to eat, but then I realized it's a positive dilemma compared to worrying about affording food with the money that my family had in our pockets before. Sometimes we even jokingly says "First World Problems." But kidding aside, just like in the saying in the Philippines, "Malayo pa, pero malayo na. "

#experience #quotes #family #the philippines

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myurucrie · 1 month

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honestly this past few days of farming in fgo just makes me question myself. Why I’m I still playing this game??? The gameplays didn’t age well, the characters I like barely has content, two of my fav fate characters are not even in the game, galahad isn’t playable and I’ve been waiting for that since fucking 2018, my na acc has been in lb3 for..years YEARS and my jp acc is in lb4 for a whole year now, last time i got so excited about this game is during traum and that’s 2 years ago now, and ever since lb2 released in NA I stopped doing dailies and only open the game like 3 times a month, then I actually tried deleting the game and I can’t I really can’t, there’s a part of me still waiting for galahad to be playable, I wanna see the story end and be there, I want closure for myself over romani’s death…I can’t do it…but I need space on my phone so…rip lads I haven’t opened you for a week now and I can’t keep up with your stamina bullshit and your back to back limited banners like someone lit a fire under your ass, I don’t love rafayel that much I guess

#myu’s rambles #im begging charlie to come home please come homeeeee

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kcyars520 · 9 months

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Next week marks hip hop 50th anniversary! Who do you think is the greatest hip hop rapper of all time?

Hip-Hop 50: How Nas Orchestrated a Golden Celebration

The 50th anniversary of the genre could have passed without the recognition it deserved. Then Nas and his company, Mass Appeal, got involved.

In 2017, Google reached out to Peter Bittenbender for his input on an edition of the search engine's daily Doodle. The tech giant had called on Bittenbender, CEO of entertainment company Mass Appeal, to help it recognize hip-hop's 44th anniversary. As he and Mass Appeal worked on the Doodle -- which ended up featuring a graffiti version of the Google logo -- Bittenbender had a realization: The genre's 50th anniversary was right around the corner.

"It was all focused on 50," he says of his game plan since. "Let's get ahead of this. This is the most important moment in this generation of hip-hop and, culturally, the most important movement of our lifetime. So let's not think about it a month before -- let's set it up years in advance."

On Aug. 11, hip-hop will celebrate 50 years since the night in 1973 when legendary DJ Kool Herc lit up a house party in the Bronx with his turntables and sparked a cultural movement that embraced personal style and flavor among DJs, MCs and dancers. Bittenbender, a hip-hop connoisseur, didn't want to let the monumental anniversary pass without due recognition, so he called his Mass Appeal co-partner, Nas, to begin planning the biggest celebration of the genre in its history.

"For a couple of years, we've been talking about this day coming," says the revered Queens MC. "It's great to see everything happening, too. You see some of the pioneers outside more and being celebrated. Everybody's gathering around this whole moment to make the world know not to sweep this under the rug. This is real."

For the last five years, Nas and Bittenbender have worked tirelessly on what has become #HipHop50, rallying partners such as Sony Music Entertainment, Live Nation, Yankee Stadium and more. According to Bittenbender, Nas was hands-on, making personal phone calls to sponsors, pitching ideas and watching edits of the upcoming Mass Appeal-produced Biz Markie documentary, All Up in the Biz, that will debut Aug. 11 -- all while carving out time to make his own music with Grammy-winning producer Hit-Boy. Between 2020 and 2022, the two worked on Nas' King's Disease trilogy, which yielded his first-ever Grammy win in 2021 (best rap album, for King's Disease) and his first headlining show at Madison Square Garden earlier this year. In July, he also released the sequel to his acclaimed 2021 album, Magic -- both projects also created with Hit-Boy -- further solidifying his status as one of the most heralded rap MCs of all time.

"Being five albums in with Nas is something I never thought would happen, but here we are," Hit-Boy says. "The creative freedom he allows me to have is a major blessing and an opportunity to continuously show my growth through my production. You can't buy a working relationship this pure."

But as he worked on his music, Nas remained laser-focused on ensuring #HipHop50's success. The effort came to fruition this year when the celebration's rollout commenced, with components including the immersive Hip-Hop Til Infinity digital installation at New York's Hall de Lumières and an expansive photography exhibit at the city's Fotografiska gallery highlighting the genre's evolution. The festivities will culminate Aug. 11 in the Bronx with Hip-Hop 50 Live at Yankee Stadium, a concert featuring a stacked bill of rap luminaries including Lil Wayne, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, Slick Rick, Common, Lil Kim, Eve and the night's headliners, Run-D.M.C.

Bittenbender calls 2023 "a big year" for Nas, who, for one, will celebrate the same major birthday as hip-hop itself when he turns 50 in September. "And he has been more active over the past couple of years than ever," Bittenbender continues. "He's in a creative renaissance. #HipHop50 has been a beautiful vehicle for him to apply that creativity."

What does it mean to you knowing we made it to 50 years of hip-hop?

It's crazy because growing up, you always heard things about the other music forms like rock'n'roll, R&B, opera; all these great genres. They had celebratory moments and big houses to celebrate the greatness of those particular art forms. To really give hip-hop its time, it needed to happen. To start with DJ Kool Herc -- he's loved and revered and a historic figure in hip-hop who most hip-hop fans today probably don't even know about. They probably don't even know me. (Laughs.)

He's from back in the beginning days. No one, I think, was doing it on the level of the Bronx at that time. To celebrate the Bronx and celebrate hip-hop [is special]. This lyric KRSOne once said -- "Rap on a whole/Isn't even 20 years old/50 years down the line, you can start this/Cuz we'll be the old school artists/And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme" -- he saw it. Artists from that era were fighting for hip-hop to live and be around this long.

I made an album called Hip Hop Is Dead [in 2006]. Sorry not sorry, but I did because there were so many times the power of this music was in the wrong hands -- not artists, [but] businesspeople. To see that we're here and [hip-hop is] thriving [is incredible]. The art form is crazy right now. That's a beautiful thing, and for younger artists that are just 20 years old to realize the history that is there and was laid down for them, to look at it and go, "Wow, this is a long history with deep roots," is a great feeling.

When did you first realize that the genre had the potential for this kind of longevity?

I felt it. As a kid, Run-D.M.C. was breaking barriers, and I figured there was no limit to how far it could go. I figured when they were talking about adidas, that thing of connecting brands with artists could happen. Bigger stars were doing this before hip-hop, and I felt the hood's going to get a voice and connect with super brands and connect around the world.

How did you and Peter Bittenbender decide you had to do something for the 50th anniversary of hip-hop?

The work I do with Mass Appeal is based on all things that really move people culturally. Hip-hop is one of our things that we hug and love, and I posted on Instagram a couple of years back that the flyer for [DJ Kool Herc's party on] Aug. 11, 1973, is the birth certificate of hip-hop. I'm probably not the first person that said it, but I just love it.

I love the art form so much, and so does Pete. He really wanted to push #HipHop50, and I was down. Just seeing everybody else doing it at the same time is cool. It's growing every day up until Aug. 11, when Mass Appeal has put together the Yankee Stadium in the Bronx concert on the birthday of hip-hop. Other artists and networks are doing cool things, too.

What was the hardest part about doing this right?

We wanted everyone to feel good. We wanted everyone to join the celebration. We're releasing the Hip-Hop 50 Vol. EPs, one [produced] by Swizz [Beatz], one by DJ Premier and more in the works. [The EP series features MCs from Slick Rick to A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie.] There's films we released [including Showtime's Supreme Team and You're Watching Video Music Box documentaries]. There's [an immersive] experience that's coming out where you go inside this museum art vibe. There's Fotografiska. We just doing the things that dudes might want to pull up to and be like, "This is cool. Look at that picture." I've been inspired by a lot of the #HipHop50 stuff we've been doing. It feeds you.

For the Aug. 11 concert, you tapped artists from every coast, which would have been impossible in the '90s. Talk about breaking down that divisiveness and bringing everyone together.

I recently saw an interview with Ice Cube, and he was talking about how the East Coast/West Coast feud didn't start with Biggie and 2Pac. It was kind of before that. It was normal territorial vibes: "We represent this, y'all represent that." The essence of hip-hop is the battle, so everything was competitive. New York was on they bulls-t. West Coast was on they bulls-t. The South and so on. So to have everyone together is what the birthday of hip-hop should be about. It shouldn't just be one region. Everybody should be celebrating together.

What happens to hip-hop after this anniversary? How does it maintain this kind of energy going forward?

It's going to feed us and teach us, and we'll relearn what the culture is. We read the history books of it, so to speak. We see the artists that were here before us, and we think about it. It sits with us, and we marinate on it. We think, "What does this mean?" The ideas that will pour from it are because it has given back to us. You have to know your history. I think incredible ideas on every level are going to happen, from filmmakers to writers and producers. I think that this is the seed to open up all different types of ideas for years to come.

You've said you don't want to be the smartest person in the room; you want to keep smart people around you. How has that made you a better businessman and artist?

I always learn. I'm always soaking up the knowledge. Whoever got far coming from zero, I love to hear them talk. You find out you could relate to a lot of things they got to say. Then you realize what's in them is also in you. Then you have your own unique things. It's cool to rub shoulders with people who you think are smarter than you. It's not a who's smarter contest. It's just some people you think are smarter than you, but you realize, "Nah! I look at this differently."

At the same time, I'm learning about business decisions from people who are really about the business. There's some things I can learn from them. I'm about business, but I'm not all about business. There's things I could pick up, and there's things people could pick up from me. You put yourself around people who you might admire. Put yourself around people who are doing something that have this kind of gravitational pull that's pulling you to them. Something about them has got your attention. I pay attention to that to find out what it is.

There's still a disconnect today in hip-hop about how artists address conflicts with one another. How do you feel things should be handled to ensure the safety of the genre's artists?

That's a hard one for us because the streets are the streets. We listen to music from people directly from those circumstances. Young people making the hit records are telling you what's happening: education, disease, miseducation. Life is a tough test. The streets are the stomping grounds of warriors and good and bad people. There's kids that come from these environments with something to say. When you ignore them, you ignore the youth. I don't think we can stop the street mentality overnight. It's a thing that's in place that is strong.

For everybody to change it would take a miracle, but at the same time, once these artists get in the game and realize, "You're going to change your family's life for generations to come if you could stay alive and stay out of jail," that seems like an easy thing to do -- but when you're fresh from that, it's all you know. You don't trust somebody that has been rich for 20 years telling you to chill out when you just came from an environment where nobody's on chill. You think they over the hill and don't know what they talking about. To get them to get where we're at, it's going to take a lot of work. They on their thing. They doing what they do to represent their lifestyle they were just leaving.

Now, as they get successful, they have to come into their senses on their own. When you look at hip-hop's history, you see all the companies and empires that fell because of stupidity. If they see that, they have to realize they are the next one if they don't change. There's a lot of stories they could watch about hip-hop empires that made terrible mistakes that destroyed families and lives. All they have to do is check the history. It's their decision and their maturity level, and when they are going to figure it out because time is ticking -- the next thing you know, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. I just pray for them and hope for the best because talking to them is one thing, but they have to be ready for it. Sometimes they have to learn on their own.

After winning your first Grammy and finding a new collaborative partner in Hit-Boy, how would you sum up your last three years musically?

It's magic to get together and do what we're doing. I didn't see anybody doing it like [Hit-Boy]. Not to sound like I'm feeling myself, but to really look and say, "All right, what do I do now? I'm going to do what I want to do." It's the freedom of creating records because I just feel like it. It's a hobby to me now to go to work. I don't know how long this feeling to make music is going to last, but I'm going for it at the moment. It's making me have so much fun.

I want more people to join me from my era; release your records and work hard on them sh-ts. I want to hear how people feel, and I want to hear their art. I don't want to hear the trends, I want to hear the art. Express it, do it and be free. That's what I'm trying to give to the game now. I don't pay attention to anything except what I'm doing at this point because I'm having so much fun that I don't even look up to see what's going on. I could say that I never had this amount of fun, but I've had a lot of fun in my life in the business. But this feeling is unmatched.

This story will appear in the Aug. 5, 2023, issue of Billboard.

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