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testrella · 4 months

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you're my religion priest! s. geto x f!reader pt.1→pt.2

synopsis: y/n moved into a small and tight knit town to take care of her elderly grandmother. what happens when she attends a sermon with her grandmother, and finds herself lusting over someone she cannot have.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen ⌗ priest suguru geto x female reader⌗ modern au content warnings: mild cursing, smut, head (giving), religious themes(?), slight degrading at the end, angst(?) public sex, NSFW.

author's note: over 11k words, u guys have fun

“..in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit. amen.”

father geto finishes off the sermon with the routine prayer. he takes the opportunity being on stage to scan the loyal audience. it was the regular, older people he preaches to. the same people who boast about him being so devoted to God at such a young age. how that when they were his age, they were off sinning. he thinks about the constant praises about being a young devoted follower, but it immediately stops when he sees her.

a young lady, who seemed to be around the same age as him, sitting in the very back with an elderly woman. even though she was dressed as modestly as possible, the black floor length dress immersed your body in all the right places.

when did he allow his immoral thoughts come to mind

“oh father! you must meet mrs. johnson’s granddaughter- maybe you can convince her to turn to God.” an elder of the church whispered to the priest. she gently pulled him to the side, off of the stage.

“as you must have heard by now, edith’s grandbaby is out of control. rumor has it that she’s been caught using multiple different contraband, and premarital sex! can you believe edith would allow this to go on for so long?!”

geto mentally sighs, gossiping was always an issue at church. especially since it was located in a very small town, there wasn't much to talk about. when you were new to town, the locals went wild. fabricating very detail of your life, and spouting that nonsense through their teeth.

“with respect dear mary, the scripture speaks strongly against gossip. i’ll talk to the young lady, but please watch yourself. for there is no greater sin than sin.”

she nods while looking down, unable to meet geto’s gaze. too embarrassed to voice her concern furthermore, she mutters “yes father, please forgive me.”

“i am not the one you should be asking for forgiveness, ask the man above. now if you’ll excuse me, i’ll introduce myself to the newest member of our church.” he smiles gracefully before making his way towards mrs. johnson and her ‘scandalous’ granddaughter.

he takes small steps towards you, puffing his chest out as he walks with a sense of pride. sure you were a pretty girl, but he was only interested to guide you through your religious journey.

“father geto, i introduce you to my granddaughter. this is y/n. she’s only 20, and she recently moved into town to take care of me. isn’t she the kindest?”

he loses his train of thought. he's unable to bring himself to utter a single word. you were much more gorgeous up-close. if he were to describe your beauty, he’d be too overwhelmed, and wouldn’t know where to start. maybe he’d start with the way your nose fits your face perfectly. or, how your smile molded perfectly with your faint smile lines.

geto snaps out of his trance, and quickly introduces himself.

“i’m father geto. welcome to this church, i hope your stay has been great so far.” he purred.

you squint your eyes at him. almost as if you already knew the rumors going around. nonetheless, you shake his hand.

“like my grandma said, i’m y/n. i do hope we cross paths alone in the future.”

he blushes from the way you shaked his hand, but also put your other hand on his. solidifying the handshake more than it needed too. not only that, the last comment you made. crossing paths.. alone?

“my confessional booth is always open before my sermon, and at 9 PM on sundays. if that’s what you mean of course.”

you puff your chest out and let out a dramatic sigh. taking in your arms, and letting them rest to your side, you open your mouth to speak. he stares at your lips, refusing to make eye contact.

“the sermon did end, i guess i’ll have to see you later tonight.” you assured him before walking over to your grandmother who made conversation with someone else. he watched you walk away, allowing himself to sneak a peek from behind.

later that day, geto was having lunch. he finds himself unable to focus on his best friend's story, the words going in one ear and out the other. all the plays in his mind is you, and what you could possibly up to.

“satoru, i think i was seduced today after my sermon.” he spilled out, no longer able to contain his thoughts.

“gross! how old was she? 50? 69? HA, get it? 69?”

geto rolls his eyes at the blue eyed ‘man’ who acted immaturely any chance he got. maybe he really should have kept his thoughts to himself. it was better than trying to converse it with an actual man-child.

“goodness satoru, no. she was a few years younger than me. 4 years to be exact. she’s one of the elder’s granddaughter, and the way she spoke to me made me feel like i was sinning. i didn’t even do anything!”

“well..”

his eyebrow quirks as satoru began his sentence.

“did she have big tits?”

geto’s face quickly turned from curiosity to disgust. he abruptly stood up from the table, placing both hands on it for support, and got all up in satoru’s face.

“how could you ever speak so unashamedly about a lady like that?! let alone speak like that in front of a priest!”

“well forgive me father, i didn’t mean to offend you and your girlfriend,” satoru said sarcastically while putting his hands up defensively. “i’ve said worse, and you’ve never had a problem with it until now. she must’ve had big tits for you to go all preacher mode on me.“

as much as geto didn’t want to admit it, satoru was right. there were many time's geto allowed the white haired man to say the most diabolical stuff known to man. even listening when satoru would describe women’s bodies in detail and occasionally his one night stands. why was this any different?

“excuse me, is that you father?”

there is was.

the seductive voice he met only hours ago. both boys slowly turn their heads to the h/c girl standing right in front of them. their eyes met with the beauty talked about earlier. only now you were wearing a shorter version of the dress you wore earlier.

“m-miss. y/n? i’m afraid you’ve caught me at a bad time. what brings you here?”

you only acknowledge one of the two men in front of her, and of course it was geto. your eyes met his, and never shifted away. it was almost like a dance of temptation, daring him to do further than just eye contact. the dark aura coming from you was overwhelming him, or maybe it was just your strong perfume.

“i apologize for the disruption, father geto. my grandma asked me to run some errands. i guess i’ll have to speak with you later tonight.“

before geto could get a word in, you once again walk off. just like before, he once again glances down there.

forgive me Lord, for i have sinned.

“dude what the fuck was that..” the white haired man questioned. he also noticed the thick tension that was stirred by non other than you.

“i d-don’t know. i cannot see her tonight. i’m scared she might tempt me into.. into doing something that’s against the scripture.”

he now finds himself in the confessional booth, anxiously waiting for your arrival. it was currently 9:47 PM, you were late. it did not help his anxiety at all. he’d give you until 10:15 for you to arrive. anything later would have to just be scheduled on another sunday.

he lets out a deep breath before he hears the clattering of heels. geto takes a peak out of his curtain only to be met with a sultry gaze. he quickly closes off his curtain, and subconsciously wipes his sweaty palms on his lap. this was like any other confessional, there was nothing to be conspicuous.

“father geto? are you there?“ you ask in a voice just above a whisper.

geto swallows whatever was in his mouth before speaking.

“of course i am.“

“ahem, forgive me father. i have sinned since i first moved into this town. actually, i sinned today after the sermon.“

he stays silent. he’s tempted to ask what you’ve done, and if it possibly had something to do with him. but you answer his unspoken questions before he can think about it for too long.

“before moving into this lovely town, my grandmother sent me a picture of her priest. goodness, i didn’t know what to do with myself.“

he was determined to stay stoic, and not to speak unless it was to say a prayer. but her hushed voice and the strong tension made it difficult. the air seemed to thicken every time she finished a sentence. geto couldn’t escape your magnetic pull of lust.

“a-and if i may ask, what did you do to deal with your problem?”

“i couldn’t resist myself. after i saw the photo of him, i began to have lewd thoughts. every night leading up to my departure, i’d touch myself thinking about him. then..”

she lets out a small moan, but geto would describe it as a small whine. now he was breathing heavily as his boxers started to tighten up. there was no way he could get hard in the church. it was sinful. but he was here to help you, and allowed you to continue.

“i met him today. after the sermon i started using objects to make myself feel satisfied. but it was nothing compared to his large hands shaking my hand. i can only imagine him using his hands going inside of me instead of holding a bible. even now, i cannot resist his voice..” you confessed as heavy breathing came from your end.

“..come over to my side dear. let me help you.” he whispered.

you waste no time he notes from the sounds coming from the other side. your heels clacked once or twice before you pulled the curtain from his side.

he studies your face very carefully. there was a light red tint spreading across your cheeks, and your ears were bright red. his eyes then wander down to your very revealing shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. the shirt was accompanied by a matching skirt, a very, VERY, short skirt.

you walk into the tight fitting booth. before he can get his hands on you, you kneel down in between his legs. your pretty little head lays on his left thigh.

“forgive me father. how can i ever make you forgive me for my sins?” you lift your head and your hands start to wander on the edge of his pants. “tell me father, there must be a way..”

geto feels a bead of sweat going down his forehead. there were many times that grandparents introduced their grandchildren to him, in hopes they get married. or, when satoru would convince him to agree to a blind date. his answer of rejection was always the same.

‘i am devoted to the man above, i musn’t be distracted.’

where was his reasoning of rejection when he watches you pull both his pants and undergarments off?

you grab his dick and painfully slowly lick the tip of it. leaving any pre-cum on his tip, now in your mouth. a slight moan leaves his mouth. this was a pleasure that he’s never experienced before. devoting all 24 years of his life to God has never brought this much fulfilment.

where was his reasoning of rejection when you put his whole dick in your mouth without any hesitation?

your sudden move of deep throating him caught him off guard. he’s now holding your head in a gentle manner, as gentle as he can be. geto is lost at words, he can only moan uncontrollably while playing with your hair. the only thing he can fixate his eyes on was your beautiful hair getting tangled into his fingers.

where was his reasoning when you made him finish in under five minutes even though it felt like an eternity for him?

you continue to suck him off, hollowing your cheeks for a better suction. your hands wander down to his balls, giving it a small massage. you're not sure what you did right, but it worked. geto was now praising your name instead of the lord’s. he feels an unfamiliar knot unwinding itself.

“y/n.. please i feel..” he lets out a breathy moan instead of finishing his sentence. his eyes shut close to full enjoy the euphoric feeling. why did he want to reject your advances in the first place? he can't seem to remember.

“father..” you cooed while taking off his shirt. of course, the hot pastor with a big dick was also very nicely built.

“oh geto, why do you hide this from me?”

your hands wander his chest then it starts to follow his happy trail. your movement was haltered when he reached out for your chest.

“the same could be said for yourself. show yourself to me, please. i beg.”

his eyes looked like a puppy who had been kicked. there was no sane woman in the world who would say no to his violet eyes. your hand then reaches out for his, and then place his hand on the hem of your shirt.

“take it off for me, father geto.”

being enchanted with your hypnotic gaze, it drew him like a moth to a flame. he lifted your shirt, taking your bra off as well, and stared with admiration. you had an art of seduction that was compared to no other. he watches you sit on his lap as you lift your skirt.

this is sin. he was sinning.

but he didn’t stop you as you sat slowly onto his dick, moaning in joy. he watches you go up and down painfully slow.

“c-can you go a little faster..?“ he moaned into your ear. being too embarrassed by his request, he buries himself on the side of your neck. taking in your scent, leaving small pecks on the spots you sprayed perfume.

“you’re t-too big geto~” you whined into his ear before you attached your lips onto his.

he was an inexperienced kisser. an inexperienced everything actually. it was easy for you to take the lead by biting onto his bottom lip. he opened his mouth to let out a small whine of pain and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue in.

you feel yourself juices slide down your thigh onto geto’s lap as you continue to bounce on his dick. large hands start groping your ass, giving you a smack on one of your cheeks. you yelp in response. it was unexpected from a priest.

“father, use me. be as rough as you want with me.” your hands start undoing his bun, turning his hair into a disheveled mess.

“i-i shouldn't be so mmm- rough on you.”

you felt honored by his insistence on being so gentle. his grip on your waist tells you a different story. it was obvious he wanted to go faster than the pace you set.

“please geto, for me at least.”

oh, how could he ever deny your requests?

his grip on your waist tightens as he lifts you up and rams into you. all pent up sexual frustrations he’s ever had in the past 24 years are being taken out on you. throughout the heavens and earth, you were his only sole purpose in life. the way you took him in so good without any complaints was proof enough.

marks form on his shoulder and back from the scratches you were leaving. it was the only way you could hold yourself up. if not, you’d fall right into his arms while he’d continue to show no mercy on your pussy.

geto was starting to feel what he felt earlier when you were in between his legs. his eyes gaze at yours, and gets a site he’d never unsee. small tears started forming, threatening to leave your eyes. your mouth agape as one hand held onto his shoulder, the other groping yourself.

“father geto, i-i’m ahh, i’m so close~”

on sync, the both of you came at the very same time.

geto found it more ironic than disgust when he saw the scene unfold. priest of six years, never had a temptation once in those six years. his lap was now covered in cum from not only his but the new girl in town. the new girl who easily seduced him

“forgive us lord, for the father and i have sinned.” you purred right into his ear, almost biting it.

he massages your waist before finally putting you on your two feet. you're barely able to stand up without the support of the wall.

"y/n, we can never do this again. never speak to me unless it's about my sermon."

now it was his turn to leave before you could get a word in. he pulls his pants up and swiftly puts his shirt back on.

"you were sent by the devil, and i've failed my lord. stay far away from me you whore."

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equxvedits · 1 month

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F In The Chat — r. sukuna

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Synopsis: Sukuna puts on a show for his viewers, and you are the lead actress

・❥・characters: ryomen sukuna.

・❥・requests

warnings: mdni, 18+, smut, mastrubation (f), degrotary terms (slut, whore), exhibitionism (kinda? he fucks you in front of thousands of viewers), fingerfucking, use of vibrator.

・❥・wc: 1.4k

・❥・masterlist

Head thrown back on the sofa, you heard quiet squelches, intermittent huffs, and sounds of keyboard clicking.

Sukuna had his attention on the screen, the chat flooding with comments as he worked through another area of crossfire.

He continued his commentary, unconcerned that you were fingering yourself, your arousal becoming a pool on the leather. It was he who gave you the order and instructed you to prepare yourself for him.

It had initially excited you but you were confused as to why he would ask that right before his scheduled streaming time.

But it all became evident when he booted up his streaming system while you were knuckles-deep in your cunt.

His webcam recorded his face as well as the scene behind him, including his bed. Next to his arrangement was a little loveseat—the one you're sitting in right now—positioned a little distance away from him.

Luckily, the webcam was unable to detect you, hiding you from his audience.

Your fingers worked inside you, letting out small moans, loud enough to make sure it was only audible to your boyfriend.

"S'kuna...please...you're so mean~"

You continued to whine and plead until Sukuna had no choice but to look at you. Swiftly muting himself for a second, he speaks in a low, teasing voice.

"Tch. C'mere, slut."

He commands, red eyes meeting yours. Your eyes sparkle eagerly as you fix your skirt, Sukuna going back to talk to his viewers.

"Y'all haven't met my bae yet, have you? C'mere doll." He holds out his hand, moving his chair back for you to slide in.

You walk into the frame, grinning sheepishly as Sukuna's hand circles your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"Say hi, doll~"

He smirks into your ear, feeling your bare pussy flush against his covered thigh, the material of his sweats soaking up your slick. Your thighs clench together, growing hot due to the proximity.

"H-hello..." You give a brief smile, eyes catching the flood of comments.

'lucky bastard' 'you have a gf??!' 'she's smokin' hot bruh' 'sheesh possessive much?' 'show those hands kuna' '10 out of 10' 'he could do so much better' 'she's outta your league dude' 'bro continue the game' 'nice to meet ya!' 'what's her name?' 'he calls her doll?! i'm so jealous' 'i want that hand around my neck'

The inappropriate words woven throughout the comments cause your eyes to bulge. You pondered whether Sukuna had to endure comments like these on a regular basis and whether this was the norm.

And even though you try to contain your jealousy, you silently grit your teeth when you notice the comments that insult you or blatantly thirst over your boyfriend.

With your legs slung over one side of Sukuna's lap, you shift and snake your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest.

Sukuna chuckles, the verbal gesture reverberating on your cheek as he soothes a hand over your head.

"My baby was sleeping, don't mind her. Let's finish the fight." He says, shifting closer so everything below your waist is no longer in view.

He continues, discreetly muting himself a bit later knowing everyone's attention would be on the game now.

Since you were sitting sideways, he taps on your thigh, urging you to get closer.

"Lift your ass, baby."

You do so, leaning into him more to lift your hips sideways, your pussy open for him.

His hand drags up your skirt enough to uncover your ass, fingers immediately ghosting over your folds.

"So. Fucking. Wet."

He growls, his fingertips circling your clit at a torturing speed.

Your cunt pulses in anticipation, vision getting foggy at the thought of being fucked live. His fingertips circle your clit, your arousal cascading across your thigh.

"S'kuna...your fingers please..."

"Be quiet."

Your lips tremble at his denial as he continues to torment your clit. You glance at his computer screen, observing as his left hand continues to spam some buttons on the keyboard.

Although you wondered what he managed to do without using his mouse, and you would be right to assume that.

He was failing miserably but his attention was now fixated on you, noticing your cheeks glow red, eyes scrunched up, face pressed against his shirt.

His slender hand cups your cunt, wanting to see you grow desperate on his lap. You squirm as impatience looms over your being. You were one stroke away from fucking him then and there.

Thankfully your prayers were answered as Sukuna smoothly slips two fingers into your cunt. You hiss at the notable difference in your fingers and his, feeling your hole stretch further and his digits reach deeper.

This would never get old. No matter how many times he does this, his hands will always be your favorite.

You groan as he starts to move, thrusting slowly. You would have been complaining about the speed if it hadn't been for the delicious stretch.

"You're so wet, but I need you to be drenched. Need these juices all over my set up~"

Your eyes sting in embarrassment, not being able to contain your whimper due to his nasty words. As soon as he had said that, you were empty once again, hearing Sukuna rummaging through his desk.

You jolt hard once a harsh vibration pulse on your clit— unable to hold back, you let out a moan before instantly sealing your lips shut.

Sparing a glance at the chat, you saw numerous comments of people trash-talking your boyfriend's performance in the game, but none of them said anything about your wanton actions.

"Mmmm, eyes on me, slut. Keep moanin' for me. Need to see you bitch and whine like a whore."

"H-hurts 'Kuna! S-sensitive...please..."

He grins evilly, loving your tortured expression. Gaining an idea, the position of his hands changes around your body.

He moves you so that you were straddling him instead, back against his chest as he plunges the tiny vibrator into your cunt, walls molding around the silicon.

His hand was in between his crotch and your dripping sex, fingers not moving from your hole as he continued to finger you.

His left hand was no longer on the keyboard, but instead, they handled a small device, pressing a few buttons here and there.

You hadn't noticed the vibrations getting faster, but due to your last reaction, Sukuna amped up the speed to the third highest setting, making you harshly jolt, eyes rolling back.

Your vision blurs at the feeling, such cruel vibrations right against your cervix made your head dizzy, his fingers adding to the coil in your stomach.

"Fuck yourself on me. Just...like...that~ Keep crying bitch...So. Fucking. Sexy."

Your body started to move, hands on Sukuna's gaming chair handles as you separated your back from him, sliding your pussy across his fingers.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

You pant with every thrust, your juices dripping down his knuckles, a puddle on his lap.

By now, everyone on the livestream had noticed the filthy actions. It was hard not to with tears running down your face and drool seeping from your mouth.

Shame had long left your body, mind forgetting that there were thousands of people witnessing your whorish act.

To make things worse, Sukuna started to roll back his chair, webcam capturing a full view of your sloppy pussy. And for the cherry on top...

...he turned on the mic, just as you started gushing around him.

"Cum for you! Gonna cum! For you! Only you!"

PING!

"So full! My pussy is so full~!"

PING!

"Ngh-! Spit in my mouth 'Kuna! Wanna taste you..."

PING!

"Will be a slut for you, S'kuna! Please go deeper~!"

PING!

"Can feel you so deep 'Kuna~!"

PING!

"S'kuna~! Cumming!"

PING!

"Too much!"

PING!

Your loud moans drown out all the donation pings that flood his computer. Sukuna smirks on your shoulder, canines digging into the skin as he chuckles at your sloppy cunt.

His hands fondled your bra-less chest, your shirt molding over your tit as Sukuna groped your mound, nipples visible through the fabric.

"Such a pretty whore I have here...don't ya think?"

PING!

"Just look are this pussy..."

Sukuna maneuvers you to sit back close to his chest as his hands spread your legs apart, placing them on each side of his chair.

Placing the remote down, he spits on one hand, his other tearing off your shirt leaving you bare save for your skirt that was bunched up on your torso.

He later smooths his palm over your breast, spreading his saliva on your nipples making them perk up.

"Pretty tits too..."

"Ngh..."

"Shhh."

Sukuna gives a swift slap to your pussy when you started to whine, which only makes you yelp out once more.

PING!

His hands stay on your cunt, spreading your folds.

"...And look at this tiny hole. Fuck her every day too, it doesn't make a difference."

PING!

"Caught me a slutty one, tastes fucking delicious. Wanna see her squirt?"

PING!

"I'll take that as a yes. See baby? They love your sloppy cunt...what do you say?"

"T-thank y—fuuuckhh! Thank you!!"

"Good slut. Such a good girl..."

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sh0tanzz · 3 months

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ACKK, do more members as bfs with astrology for riize pls !!!

glad I got this asks bc I can now gloat about my man 😛

sungchan as your boyfriend based on astrology !

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!)

warnings: small mention of sexual innuendo but nothing extremely graphic I'll only do NSFW asks if requested.

I am so in love with his chart.

Virgo Sun: A common trait I see in Virgo suns/risings is that they truly want to be the best optimal versions of themself. They are always finding ways to improve themselves or look/be their best whether its physically or mentally. (This may explain why many virgo sun/rising male idols are into working out, health or self help books. Sungchans interested in all 3 btw😭) But these traits would probably amp up when he's with you, he wouldn't want to slack when it came to his looks or personhood when with you especially since he has so many placements hinting at wanting to seem his best for you. Would want nothing more but to feel appreciated and valued and would give the same to you. He'd help you with relatively anything even if he didn't know much about the task or topic. He'd also ask you a lot of questions (not as much as a virgo mercury would but..) he'd be very interested in quite literally anything you had going on and would try to relate and insert himself in the things you speak about due to his venus.

Cancer Moon: Cancer is at home when it's in the moon so most people with this placement can be very emotional. He'd have to become close to you before fully pursuing anything. He would care about your opinions and validate your feelings. He'd showcase his domestic chore abilities so you'd view him as reliable. Downside is cancer moons have a hard time letting go of hurts so if you accidentally made him feel a type of way he may have a hard time fully letting go. Pretty sensitive to criticism. Would like comfort activities, a bath, a night swim at the beach, watching nostalgic movies, comfort food. I feel like he tries to be all macho and masc when really his emotional subconscious says otherwise 😭

Libra Mercury: Sungchan is his name and flirting is his game. He quite LITERALLY would know what to say to make you giggle and kick your feet. Would probably send goodmorning/night text (With his Leo Venus and Cancer Moon please send one back). Honestly his Virgo sun paired with this Libra mercury makes me feel like he'd gossip like crazyyyy with you. However his Sun and Mercury paired makes me feel like he'd overthink and be indecisive and have to confide in you about his thoughts. Would be good at calming you down and helping you level out your thoughts when you're upset or in a tense situation.

Leo Venus: With his Venus in Leo he'd most definitely brag about you. Even if the relationship had to be kept under wraps he'd soft launch or hint at your existence to others whether it's through wearing something -you- bought him publicly or if staff asked about his week he'd say "I spent time with a REALL GOOD friend of mine". With his virgo sun paired with his leo venus he'd absolutely need praise, it wouldn't just be a want it'd be a NEED for him to hear you compliment+praise him especially on his talents. Honestly the proudness from his venus, the provider energy from his mars..his chart overall points to him just wanting to please/spoil you whilst also getting praise, recognition and attention in return. He'd surprise you with gifts that aren't typical regular gifts they'd hold some heavy value to them (Like an expensive piece of jewelry or the last pair of a specific shoe you wanted that was on sale). The only downsides I see is that he may nag if he feels like you're not taking care of yourself or your business since his Venus makes him see you as an extension of himself and his Virgo sun and Capricorn mars relatively wanting structure and perfection for both you and him. All in all GIVE HIM ATTENTIONNNNNN.

Capricorn Mars: Whew tbh this placement is hot i'm sorry (It's the cap stellium in me.) BUT ANYWAY ! Before the relationship even began once he realized he liked you he had to make his way to you, even if it was a process he HAD to make his way to you. He'd observe you, see if you two seem compatible and once he sees a chance he'd surely make his way to the kill. I feel like this mars paired with his venus shows that he would NOT play about you. He'd quite literally want nobody else to even consider the thought that you could ever give them the attention or time you give him. Would want to be a "provider" in some sense even if you can take care of yourself. Capricorn rules the skeletal structure so he'd compliment and be super into your body's silhouette/shape, it also rules the teeth + skin (bitemarks, harsh hickies), and the knees + joints...let me not continue.

Other Aspects:

Moon/Sun Sextile: Very easygoing since his inner emotions and expression is balanced and in alignment with his ego and outer expression, however it may sometimes lead to him being a little too comfortable at times because confrontation is sometimes needed and he may avoid it (his cap mars may aid with that however)

Moon/Mercury Square: He may have a constant battle between being logical and letting his moods affect his choices and will look to you for help when his mind feels like it's constantly see-sawing, however he might pretend to be stoic before asking you for help :(

Potential Toxicity: (reminder that any/everyone is capable of having toxic or negative traits, these could be POTENTIALLY true)

Venus/Uranus Opposition: Oh boy, so this can be very conflicting since his moon desires nurturing+comfort and other natal placements hint at wanting to please but this aspect points to him wanting constant spontaneous eccentric dynamic in the relationship...he essentially wouldn't let the relationship become "normal" or overly conventional+stable which could be frustrating.

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unifox · 5 months

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Sunset lover

~Pairing: gn!Reader x Mingyu

~Genre: fluff / angst / NonIdolAU

~Warnings: Mentions of food, beach, jealousy, feelings and confusion, overthinking (don't even know what should and shouldn't be a warning at this point)

~Words: 2,5 k

~Summary: When your cousin decides to ruin family bonding time by bringing two friends to your shared beach house, you unexpectedly find a lover in his childhood friend

a/n: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. It's finally here!!! Wonwoo just became a background character who almost doesn't appear but yeah.

Also, regarding the boy's ages: Cheol, Mingyu and Wonwoo are the same age (one year younger than reader) and cousins May and Rina are like 4 and 7 years younger than reader, respectively.

Inpired by the songs Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit, Fuck It- BoTalks and Bends - Carly Rae Jepsen

Taglist + anon list open! ~Foxy🦊

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When the four of you reached the food trucks, the place was full. You all walked around trying to see what kind of food there was but ended up settling for hamburgers. Rina said she wanted a regular cheeseburger and stepped out of the line to look for an empty table.

You and your cousin May fell into a comfortable conversation, talking about whatever while Mingyu stood behind you two, just listening.

Every once in a while May would sneak glances at Mingyu who attentively listened to you talk. After ordering, May decided to stay with her sister and keep her company, leaving the two of you to wait at the pickup area.

"So... Mingyu, how's life abroad? Making many new friends? Are you living alone?" You bombarded the boy with questions. It's been around three years since you last saw each other and it was a pleasant surprise to see the skinny tall boy coming home all grown up, strong, mature... and really handsome

"It's been pretty good! I live with a roommate, his name is Jeonghan. He taught me a lot haha... My classes are also fine but I'm still trying to get used to using another language whenever I leave the house" He says proudly

"Got a girlfriend?" You thread carefully

But the man smirks

"No, I only got eyes for you"

You roll your eyes smiling. He's flirty now too

"As if" you both giggle together when you get called by the staff of the food truck

After eating Mingyu excuses himself and heads to the toilet. When he's out of earshot, both your cousins turn to you and smirk.

"He's totally crushing you"

"YES. He's totally like a puppy looking at its owner... Maybe you should own him..."

You choke on your drink, almost spitting it

"Girlie are you ok? Are you guys even hearing yourselves? Mingyu's just being nice" You try to recompose yourself

"Ugh blind. He's literally giving you heart eyes, and won't stop looking at you"

"Maybe he looks up to me? Cause I'm older" You try to reason "He's just flirty. Maybe he's like this to all girls"

"He wasn't flirty with us" Rina speaks while gathering the trash

"Maybe because you're six years younger than him?" You speak with a duh tone

"Wow y/n, you're really blind. He's into you, that's why he's flirting... Oh he's back"

If Mingyu notices the sudden silence between the three of you, he doesn't mention it. You all stand up and look for a place to get dessert but the only thing on your mind is what Rina said

He's into you

What about you? Are you also into him? I mean, he's cute but you never saw him as more than your little cousin's (even if only one year difference) friend. It felt kinda wrong to crush a younger guy when you were a teenager but now... In your twenties... Does it really matter?

Mingyu notices that you're lost in thoughts and every once in a while he links your pinkies in order to bring you back and get you to not lose yourself in the crowd of people

Add caring to the list of green flags in Mingyu.

After that night, things seem to have changed a bit

Mingyu seems to be getting closer to you and also seems to be spending more time with you than with his friend, who actually invited him to the house.

You're cooking. Mingyu is there to help

You're cleaning up the kitchen. Mingyu offers to do the dishes

You're going to the beach earlier. Mingyu is ready to make you company

Mingyu was everywhere you were. Maybe your cousins were right, maybe he's... a tiny bit into you? Let's find out

One afternoon, everyone decided to stay back in the house and just lounge by the pool, but not you. You decided to take a walk on the beach. And of course, so did Mingyu.

You were a bit skeptical regarding his (and your) feelings so you came up with an idea. See if he gets jealous.

"So, Mingyu... Tell me more about that roommate of yours... Jeonghan was his name?"

"Yeah, Jeonghan" Mingyu liked talking about his friend but you seemed too interested in him and it was making him feel weird

"What's he like? Is he older?"

"Yes, he's really nice and caring but he's a menace sometimes. He's a year older than you"

"He's also from Korea?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh is he single?" You asked but this time looking deep into his eyes

Oh, how he could get lost in them. It took a lot of strength to not kiss you right now

"Hm why"

"Oh you know... weighing my options... When Cheol goes to visit you I could tag along and... meet some guys" you said looking at the beautiful sunset. Oh, he was jealous.

"Why not me?" Mingyu didn't miss a beat

"What?"

"Why not me? Go out with me. We're not kids anymore. I'm not a kid anymore" he emphasized stopping in his tracks to fully look at you

You stopped not expecting him to be so forward with his answer and feelings. Turning around he looked... ethereal

His light clothes swayed with the sea breeze and the pinks and oranges of the sunset complimented his tanned skin so well. You know Mingyu was good looking but you didn't realize he was THAT good looking

"I... You're..." You were caught off guard and didn't know how to respond.

Mingyu sighed loudly at your statement, or rather your lack of a response.

"Well, if you didn't like me that way you should just tell me. Please don't lie to make me feel better" he looked uncertain about what he said himself but turned around and walked back to the house.

Why did you say that?

When you returned to the house, the boys had gone to the market to buy more snacks and drinks

You couldn't even say sorry because he wasn't there

After getting in, you went straight to the room you shared with your cousins. They both stood in the living room and exchanged concerned looks since you didn't even spare them a glance.

Why did you say that? You didn't like him? That wasn't true and you knew it. What was it then? Afraid of being lonely? Were you being too sensitive?

Those thoughts made the tears start to flow

"y/n? Are you- oh my god" May immediately got inside after seeing you crying sitting on your bed "What happened?"

"Did something happen with Mingyu? When he came back he seemed upset as well..." Rina added and that made you cry harder

May hugged you and let you cry until you were too tired to do anymore. When you finally calmed down you told them everything, from the night you went to the food trucks to the moment he left you on the beach

Lonely am I being sensitive? You are the sensitive one Where are you tonight? Where's your home tonight?

Mingyu didn't mean it, but he couldn't help but put his walls up

He didn't want to be hurt anymore

When you guys were younger he saw that you looked at him the same way you looked at Seungcheol. Like a little brother, which he didn't really like. He desperately wished time would change the way you saw him and he left it up to fate

He went to uni abroad while you took yours in your home country and now it's his vacation and he's back home. Of course, he knew you met other people and he did as well, but sometimes he wished it was you there, in his arms

And now he knows that you don't want him, and it breaks him.

Of course, it crossed his mind that maybe you both could be together temporarily like some sort of summer love but he didn't think he could handle the aftermath when he left again.

He was upset but what could he do? He couldn't just stay away from you when you were living under the same roof for 2 weeks but he could distance himself a bit. Seeing you would definitely make his heart hurt more.

Mingyu didn't realize that he was being awfully quiet during the market trip, which was very unlike his upbeat puppy personality

"What happened to you?" Even quiet Wonwoo went to check on him

"Nothing"

"yeah sure" Wonwoo shrugged but Cheol turned around to put his hand on Mingyu's chest to stop him

"Are you messing around with my cousin?" Seungcheol asked skeptical

"What? No I-" Mingyu tried to defend himself

"Then what? Explain yourself. We got time" Cheol motioned for them to sit on the small bench at the market's exit. Popping open a can of beer and motioning for both friends to sit as well

"Well..."

"Well, I'm screwed. I guess I do find him endearing but at the moment I couldn't say anything. I do like him a lot but I never considered... dating him. I'm not opposed to the idea tho"

"Just go on a date with him. What could go wrong? Just go for it" May said

"What if things don't work out and we get awkward? I don't want to ruin things for Cheol-" You started to panic again

"Can you stop overthinking for one second? Just do it, the rest is the rest" Rina exclaimed "Gosh, I will charge next time for the therapy session" She smirked when you started giggling. At least you weren't crying anymore

"I guess you're right. Thanks. What would I do without you two" You said hugging them both. "Now let's go, you'll both help me with dinner"

"Oh no..."

You dragged both girls to the kitchen and gave them instructions to prep the tomatoes and arugula to make with pasta. You went to freshen up quickly, getting rid of your crying face and went back to help them and cook the pasta.

When dinner was almost done the boys arrived with more bags than anticipated.

"Sorry we took too long. We got some extra stuff because Mingyu said he was gonna prepare a special meal for us tomorrow" Cheol announced as he set the bags near the counter. The other two did the same and Mingyu started to put the ingredients away.

The girls moved to set up the table, asking Wonwoo to help by taking the heavy stack of plates to the dining area. Cheol gave you a soft smile and moved out of the kitchen as well.

"I'm-"

"I'm sorry I acted that way" Mingyu cut you off "Actually I wanted to talk to you about it" Oh no, he thought "You caught me off guard, I won't lie, but I wanted to give it a try. You and I"

Mingyu stopped what he was doing. Maybe he was imagining things

"We could go on a date tomorrow if you'd like it... I mean, if you're still willing to"

"Yes- I mean. Yeah, I would like that" He said without hesitation

"Oh, great" you have him a shy smile " Can you help me take this pan to the table?"

"Yeah, let's go" he moved to help you smiling brightly. Maybe things were starting to work out

The next day arrived and passed as normal. In the afternoon you all decided to go grab some ice cream and you and Mingyu decided to separate from the rest to go on your date.

"You didn't have to pay you know? I'm the one who has a job and not a part-time" you smirked as he passed you the waffle cone

"I'd be rude if I didn't pay on our first date" he retorted

"Well thank you, what a gentleman" you giggled as he sat opposite you. The ice cream parlor was daily empty, but it was good because it gave you some privacy.

"Mingyu" you started "I wanted to be honest with you. I think you're cute and overall a great person, but I would be lying if I said I ever thought about dating you. I don't see you as a kid anymore, you've grown into someone so admirable... you grew up so well. Your confession wasn't something I was expecting but I guess the idea of us became... surprisingly pleasant" you said looking at him

"Y/n, thank you. For being honest with me. I- I have liked you since we were teens and when you didn't respond I put my walls up. I didn't mean to be rude to you, I guess I was just scared that you would reject me. I shouldn't have acted that way I'm sorry... but I'm happy. I'm happy that you're willing to give us a chance" he smiled. A smile you could definitely get used to.

"Well lover boy, how about that special recipe Cheol said you were going to prepare?" You said and he smirked

"Get really to taste the best dish you've ever had. I'll sweep you off your feet and you'll definitely fall for me this time" he said proudly, taking a bite of his cone and having some ice cream on the corner of his mouth

"I'll be looking forward to it" you said while grabbing a napping and cleaning the corner of his mouth.

He could get used to that

Your days at the beach were ending and your dates with Mingyu were making your relationship become stronger.

"Mingyu what are your plans when we get back to the city?" Tina asked as you all were lying on beach towels under the sunshade.

"I'll go visit my family for a while, my grandma lives on the countryside" he answered and took a peek at the magazine you were reading. Your head rested on his stretched arm and he moved you to basically lay on his chest since his arm was starting to feel numb.

"Before you go back to uni, could you spare me some time?" You asked looking up at him. Even under the sunglasses, he could see your doe eyes

"Anything for you" he smiled

"Ew, don't say those things in front of us" Seungcheol made a face of disgust and gave Mingyu a slight slap. "Anyways, anybody wants to go take a dive? I'm melting"

"Yeah let's go" Wonwoo said standing up, as well as Rina. May also stood up but reached for her purse.

"Should I get us snacks? That tent is selling French fries"

"Oh yes, please get us two portions! The boys eat too much" you responded sitting up as your dousing just nodded and went on her way.

"Before I move back I'll take you on a really nice date. Maybe at your house? I could cook again since you liked it so much" Mingyu smirked as he resumed your previous conversation

"What are you implying Mr. Kim?" You side-eyed him but smiled after "That would be nice, I'm sad you'll have to leave me soon" you pouted

"Don't worry, I'll come back running for my girlfriend. You could also visit me you know..."

"Oh? Am I your girlfriend now? Since when?" You raised your eyebrows at him. It was amusing to poke fun at him, his cute pouting was a sight you loved

"You don't want to be my girlfriend?"

You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche, but with him, things were beginning to feel right.

You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche but with him, things were beginning to feel right.

"Yes, I would love that"

I'm sorry about this open ending! I got stuck on this one and had to extend it because I wasn't liking it at all. I hope you guys like it! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Stay tuned for the Wonwoo version!!!

#svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fluff

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HIHIHIHIHI OKAY SOOOO poly!TedSchlatt x reader BUTTTTT schlatt and ted are chilling on the couch and the reader is sitting in a chair nearby then schlatt and ted start to get a little handsy. So they kinda look at reader for permission to y'know with each other while they watch and reader is all for it. Ted and schlatt and like GOING AT IT on the couch and reader is sitting in the chair like 😈 enjoying the show

(btw bottom schlatt, top ted supremacy)

Hi Hi i’m gonna use this ask as an opportunity to write a part two to another one shot i wrote a while ago! You can find it here or under “High Poly! TedSchlatt” in Ted or Schlatt's section of my masterlist.

I am also going to be combining it with this ask if that’s okay!

Smoke Him Out Pt.

“Please, I wanna kiss more, please baby.” You squeeze your thighs together, though neither of them are talking to you, you find the scene in front of you so arousing. You watch as Ted pulls Schlatt in with a hand in his hair. Their energies mingle as they kiss, Ted's rough kiss is met with Schlatt’s inviting and desperate one.

And you can’t help but watch.

You watch with hunger in your eyes as Ted sits Schlatt in his lap, teasing him through his sweats and you’d be blind not to notice the small wet spot forming on the gray fabric. Schlatt’s always been sensitive to his teasing, but especially when he’s high.

“C’mon Jay, I know you can be a good boy, just tell me what you want.” Ted whispers in his ear, lightly biting his earlobe afterwards, causing the man to whine out. Schlatt would love to be able to tell Ted what he needs, but the asshole keeps cutting off his words by touching him just right and making him moan out.

“Ted,” you enjoy watching him tease Schlatt on a regular day when he’s been bratty, but the look on his face is just pitiful, “Be nice, just give him what he wants.” If Ted was in his right mindset he’d tell this is exactly why he’s so spoiled and bratty, but for now he just holds his hands up in mock defense.

“Tell her thank you Jay,” Ted’s not having it when Schlatt’s eyes dart to the floor instead of thanking you, so he grabs his face making him look at you, “I said tell her thank you brat.” Schlatt whines and complies, letting out a soft thank you before Ted pulls his cock out of his sweats.

“See that wasn’t so hard was it? You want a reward now baby?” and of course Schlatt never being one to pass up a reward nods his head very enthusiastically. But once again Ted’s not having his silence opting to smack his thigh as a reminder to speak up.

“Fuck-,” he gasps at the impact, “Yes, please want a reward.” Ted smirks before spitting into his hand using it as lube as he strokes Schlatt’s cock. And you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on by anything more. Schlatt’s hair is falling in his face, effectively shielding his vision from your predatory gaze. Honestly, you’re too engrossed in the scene in front of you to even think of getting yourself off right now. (which is fine because that's what Schlatt’s pretty face is for anyways.)

“Look at her Schlatt, see how she loves seeing you like this,” He speeds his hand up and as a result Schlatt’s moans only grow louder, “all fucked out from a little teasing and my hand on your dick.” Being that schlatt’s pleasure is always heightened when he’s high and he’s been essentially edged for a while it’s only matter of time before he cums. But Ted has left that decision up to you.

“You gonna cum jay?” This time when he’s met with a nod he lets it slide but he expects words when he says, “ask her for permission jay, ask Mommy if you can cum sweetheart.” You're shocked to hear the name come from Ted's lips, you've heard it from Schlatt countless times but never from ted.

“Please mommy, I wanna cum can I cum?” and who are you to deny him the satisfaction? His normal bratty attitude long gone since the smoke session started. So of course you allow your precious boy to cover Ted’s hand, and his tummy in thick ropes of cum.

“Of course Sweetheart.” and clearly that’s all he needs to hear before he coates Ted’s hand in white, panting and he comes down. Ted’s quick to reach for a tissue cleaning both his hand and Schlatt up, he’s always been one to participate in after care. He kisses Schlatt’s cheek making sure to praise him for doing so well, he knows how sensitive Schlatt can get when he subs so he wants to make him as comfortable as possible.

When Schlatt finally removes himself from Ted’s lap you get a view of a much larger wet stain on Ted's own pair of sweats. You raise an eyebrow at him?

“Did you cream your pants from that?” and he responds with a very defensive argument of “you would too if Schlatt was wriggling around in your lap like that.”

#Poly! Chuckle sammy smut #Ted nivison smut #jschlatt smut #coles anons #coles asks #cole answers

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kissingkiszka · 2 months

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The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Five: Pool Table Trouble

Jake Kiszka X Reader series

Words: 4.5k+ (they’re gradually getting longer)

Summary: After attending the Starcatcher album release party, you and Jake feel a certain kind of tension lingering in the air, one that grows deeper over a game of pool.

CW: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, p in v, sexual tension, drinking, cursing, jealousy, fighting, playing pool, suggestive touching, flirting, teasing, use of pet names, praise k!nk, hickeys, degradation k!nk, finger!ng, fem receiving oral, fluff, i think that’s it?

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I honestly think this might be one of my fav chapters! Enjoy :)

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Jake’s POV

I had been at the venue for a few hours now, impatiently waiting for y/n to show up. I couldn't wait to see her. I had been thinking about her ever since our breakfast the other day. The event started 30 minutes ago, and people were still piling in. I had already hung out with a few fans, but nothing major had happened yet. And that's when it felt like time had stopped. There she was. It was just me and her. I needed to show her a good time tonight, to show her I'm in this for real. I'm truly into her. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing thigh high black boots, a black faux leather miniskirt, and a black lacy bra top. God, I just wanted to take that top off of her. She looked so breathtaking with it on, but I know it would look even better on my bedroom floor.

Y/N's POV

You notice Jake across the bar. His wandering eyes are accompanied by a large smirk. He's wearing black dress pants and only the last three buttons were buttoned up on his dark blue dress shirt. Three necklaces hung from his neck, decorating his open chest.

"It's nice to see you y/n, you look...so gorgeous."

"You look pretty fine yourself, Kiszka," you slightly readjust his chains, goosebumps forming from your touch on his chest.

A smile begins to grow on his face.

You see his eyes trail down your body, stopping near your chest and traveling back up meeting you at your eyes.

"Would you care for a drink? it's on me." Jake asked.

"Of course."

You walk over to the bar, Jake leading you there. You felt eyes all over you. We're you that big of a deal? You really never had this much attention before. You stand at the bar, waiting for someone to take your order. As you're about to speak, you are cut off by the man next to you.

"She'll have an old fashioned."

You were shocked at his memory from the other night, but your mind got the best of you. The bartender walked away and he turned to you with an impressive look on his face, almost like he was waiting for some praise on what he just did.

"I actually wanted a lemon drop martini."

A look of worry came over his face until he heard a chuckle escape your lips.

"I'm just joking Jake, lighten up."

He snapped back to his regular demeanor, and you notice he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You continue to take a look at him and your eyes are stopped by his waist. You see an outline of his growing hardness through his pants.

"My eyes are up here, y/n"

"So are mine, Jake." You mocked back to him.

Just then, a man who looked similar to Jake grabbed his shoulder and yanked him up towards the stage. He gives you a small wave as he follows behind his brother.

In the distance, he mouths to you "I'll be right back." And he disappeared from your view.

A few moments later, the lights went dark. Fans gathered around the small stage. When the lights turned back on, the 4 boys were standing there. The crowd cheered, and Jake gave you a subtle wink.

As you see Jake up on the stage, you can't help but let your mind wander. The opened button down shirt revealing his smooth chest made you want to know what your skin would feel like pressed against his.

The boys begin to talk and introduce themselves.

the man who previously dragged Jake up on stage grabs the mic first. "WHO'S READY TO HAVE A GOOD NIGHT?"

You remember hearing that he had a twin brother, but you couldn't remember if it was him or the other long haired boy beside him.

He handed the mic to Danny. You had recognized him from the FaceTime call the other night. "We worked so hard on this album and we hope you all enjoy it as much as we do."

"We're so glad you guys get to be the first to hear it! Let's get this show on the road!" The other sibling with long hair leaned on and spoke on the microphone. He clapped his hands together and the music began to play. They all looked so similar despite only three of them being related.

As the music began the boys dispersed back into the crowd, and Jake met back up with you.

"You aren't much of a talker." You welcomed Jake back over.

He lets out a little laugh, sitting down at the bar. You join him, sitting on the barstool next to him.

"I've never really gone out of my way to be the front man, my brother usually does that for me."

"Well, I still think you should speak up more, you have a very attractive voice, Jake." You take another sip of your drink and notice a smirk appear across his face.

"You have a very attractive voice too, y/n." He reaches over, moving a strand of hair from your face. He admires you for a moment. "I'm just letting you know, somebody is gonna have to steal me away. We have to do individual press interviews. I'll be thinking about you the whole time though."

Jake motions over to the bartender.

"I'll have a Jack Daniels please." Jake notices you're getting low on your drink. "and another Old Fashioned for my date please."

Your eyebrows shoot up and you look over at Jake with a wide grin across his face.

"Date?" you questioned.

"Well, what do you want me to call you?" he asked in a condescending tone

You had thought about it in your head, you didn't quite know what you would call it. I mean, you're two grown adults with each other at an event. I guess that's what you would consider a date?

"Yeah I guess I'm your date. If you want me to be."

"Why wouldn't I want a gorgeous woman as my date?"

He stares at you again, his eyes not leaving you for even a millisecond.

A bodyguard taps him on the shoulder, whispering in his ear that somebody from the press is there and it's time for him to be interviewed.

"I'll be right back, love." With a little squeeze of your thigh he was off and you were left alone sitting at the bar.

You sat there wondering what to do while he was gone. There wasn't much to do other than wait for him to return back. As your eyes wander across the room, you notice a long haired man that was up on stage earlier in the night. He began to approach you.

"What are you doing here all alone?" He questioned.

"Just waiting for someone, and you are?" You had recognized the man from the band but didn't know who he was.

"I'm Sam, I play bass and keys for the band."

"I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." You reach out to shake his hand, and his large hand has a firm grip around yours.

"You want anything? A drink? It's on me." he smiled, but you politely shook your head no.

"I already have one, thanks though."

It was obvious there was a sort of tension in the air. "How are you enjoying the album so far?"

"It's good, I've never listened to you guys before." You politely smile. "I mainly came here for someone else."

"Well, that someones a bit of an idiot for leaving such a pretty girl here by herself." he cocks his head to the side. "Where is this supposed date anyway?"

As he says that, you see a figure coming up behind him. An arm wraps around Sam. It's Jake.

"So, Sammy, I see you've met my date." He grabs your hand, interlocking his fingers in yours. "I wouldn't be doing that if I were you."

"You brought her?" Sam's eyebrows jolted up in shock. "This is the girl you've been obsessing over?"

Jake's cheeks got bright red. "What's that supposed to mean, Sammy boy?" his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted with anger.

"Well, I never expected you to bring such a babe as your date."

"I don't know if you have the privilege of calling her that, seeing how you just met her a few minutes ago." he started to raise his voice.

"And how long have you known her? A week, maybe? Huh, Jakey?"

You watched as Jake's jaw tightened and his fists clenched. Jake was fuming, and you loved it. You loved seeing him get so possessive and defensive over you. It was even turning you on a little bit. He opened his mouth to defend you, but you cut him off.

"I don't see how this is any of your business, Sam." You grab Jake's hand, pulling him closer. "And by the way, I think it's time for your interview. Bye, bye, Sam." you whip around, pulling Jake with you.

After Sam is out of your vicinity, Jake turns to you. You can see he's still livid from what just went down.

"Im sorry, I didn't know it was gonna get like that."

"Its okay, I dont blame you." he runs his hand up and down your thigh in a forgiving manner. "Sam knew what he was doing." he paused for a moment, thinking. "But you should know, that while you're my date, you're mine. no one else's."

You were shocked. You didn't think he had this kind of side to him. As you continued to drink through the night, listening to the music, and carrying casual conversations, you couldn't stop staring at his lips and thinking about the various things he could do with them. Jake brought you over to the rest of the band to finish out the night together.

"For those who haven't met her yet" Jake shoots Sam a snarky look, "this is my date, y/n."

Danny's face lit up. "Its nice to meet you in person, and not just over facetime."

Josh smiles, bringing you into a warm embrace. "Make sure Jake treats you right. If not, call me up. I'll whip some sense into that small brain of his."

You laughed, nodding your head.

"Trust me, there's only one brain between the two of us. And we all know who got it." he laughs, pointing to his temple.

Friendly conversation continued for a while longer before Danny invited you for a quick game of pool. However, Sam stayed silent as he sulked at the bar.

"Me and Josh versus Jake and y/n." Danny hands you the cues and returns to set up the table.

Jake turns to you, whispering in your ear. "Are you any good?"

Josh clapped his hands together, signaling for the game to start.

"I don't know, I haven't really played before." You smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't be too mad.

"Don't worry, I'll guide you through it." Jake led you up to the table, ready for him to break the balls.

As he leaned over the table, you watched as his shirt tightened, his back muscles peeked through the fabric of his shirt.

He lined up his cue with the balls in the middle of the table. Bringing his arm back, he struck dead in the middle of the white ball, hitting it directly into the tip of the triangle. A solid red ball hit into the back left pocket. He followed through and slowly brought his body back up with an impressed look on his face.

He walked beside you, waiting for you to compliment him on what he just did.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a self-assured manner.

He had a confident look on his face. He knew what he was doing and you could tell. The way he carried himself was attractive, and you couldn't help but wonder how confident he would be in other situations.

He pulled your waist closer to him with one hand, directing you on where you need to stand. He slightly bent you over the table, making your mind go crazy.

"So, put your left hand at the top of the stick directing where you want to hit the ball," You feel his body against yours, mirroring you. "And your right hand should be bent right here, this is how you'll hit the stick forward."

You were barely doing anything, just letting him take control of your body. Your mind was focused on other things...

Like his cock pressed against your ass.

You knew he could feel it too. When he pushed himself forward to hit the ball you could feel a thrust onto you, letting you let out the faintest whimper.

Oh my god.

You hope he didn’t hear that.

You couldn't take this. You needed him badly. You shook your mind out of it and realized that the ball hadn't gone in.

As soon as you both stood up you heard Josh scream immediately. "Aw man. Better luck next time! Now it's our turn."

As Josh and Danny prepare their game plan, you take a seat on one of the bar stools, Jake standing behind you.

You look back at him. "Sorry I didn't get it in, I was a little distracted."

"By what, darling?" He pushed your hair back behind your ears.

"Oh, nothing." You nodded your head, half embarrassed and half turned on.

"No, I think it was something, y/n, I heard the noise you made when the ball was shot."

Your face went red.

He lightly pulled your face back, making you look directly at him. "But I would be lying if I said I wasn't distracted either, so what was it?"

You sat there in silence not saying anything.

"That's okay" he leans down to your ear so only you can hear. "You may not have gotten it in, but I know I will later." He walks away with a chuckle leaving you there dumb founded.

Jake's POV

I walk away from her with my cock still throbbing. I needed to play it cool, but now I know she feels what I feel. I know she wants it as bad as I do.

As I walk towards the boys, Josh pulls me next to him.

"Are you going to at least pretend like you're not busting in your pants over her?" Josh grabbed my shoulder, whispering into my ear.

I hit Josh in the stomach taking my pool stick. I took a good shot getting the blue ball into the right pocket giving y/n an easy shot for her turn. I motion her over so she can go. She still looks flustered, but I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on.

"Remember what I told you, y/n." I remind her, making her flush even more.

She took the stick and was trying to see how to line up her shot. I wanted her to do it on her own so I didn't intervene just sitting back watching her. She looked sexy in her outfit tonight, that leather skirt hugged her in all the right places, but it wasn't covering much. As she bent over the bottom of her ass stuck out of her skirt, her lacy thong poking out.

I don't know how much more I could take. She knew what she was doing, she looked back to see if I was watching.

"Am I good Jake?" She asked innocently.

Fuck, all I could do was nod. She turned her head back around, beginning to take her shot. She hit, and somehow it went in. She was jumping for joy and dancing around, cheering for herself in a tipsy manner.

She came over pushing the stick into me, "Try and top that, Jakey." I grabbed the stick that was pushed against my chest. Her hand trailed down on me letting go of the stick, getting lower until she lightly brushed over my cock.

With that she walked back to the bar stool with a smirk. She knew what she was doing, and I had no problem with it.

Y/N's POV

Half an hour later, and the game was over. Danny and Josh won due to the fact that they were mostly sober. You would be lying if you said you didn't drink a lot. But you were fully aware of what was happening.

The night was full of sexual tension, everyone around you had seen what was happening between you and Jake. the touching, the flirting, the teasing, it was all too much. Even though it was you and Jake against Danny and Josh you and Jake had some type of competition going between the two of you. It had just built the tension.

The night had ended and people were clearing out, slowly but surely.

"Well, I think it's about time we head out." Danny picks up his car keys, dangling them in the air. "Coming, Jakey?"

"I'm gonna stay back here with y/n for a little bit longer." Jake slips his dominant hand around your waist, slightly gripping you. "Might stay the night." He gives you a certain suggestive look.

"Okay, you two have fun." Josh playfully pats you on the back as he passes by. He leans in your ear and whispers. "Remember what I told you!"

As you hear the footsteps walk away towards the door, you hear a shout in the distance. "Make smart choices, kiddos!" It was Josh once again.

You turned back to Jake to laugh at his twin's funny comment, but he wasn't laughing. Infact, his eyes were full of lust. The hand that was once on your waist was now gliding down your backside, traveling lower, and lower. He begins to give you soft, light kisses, eventually picking up the pace to hard, rough kisses. However, he quickly pulls away before anything can get serious.

"So, you wanna tell me what really happened between you and Sam?" He stepped closer, his eyes unforgiving.

"Nothing happened, Jake. Trust me."

"I don't know, you seemed pretty happy over there with him."

"Yeah, he was nice. I was just trying to get to know him."

"Don't make me have to find out for myself. Just tell me, it's the easy option."

"I promise you, nothing happened!" You began to raise your voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me, you little brat." He takes a step forward, and you take a large step back. "I guess I'll have to fuck the answer out of you."

Just then, you tried to take another step back, but you bumped into the pool table instead. He takes another large step towards you, his body towering over yours. He lightly, but forcefully pushes you into the table. You were speechless. Although your panties were already wet before, now they were soaked. He hoisted you up onto the table, your legs dangling off the side. At a slow pace, he began to spread your legs.

His large hands slowly run up your thighs, leading to your throbbing core.

"Already so wet for me? Huh, darling?"

All you could do was let out a small whimper.

"Use your words, y/n." He commanded as he pulled your panties down to your ankles.

You couldn't manage to get anything out. You squeezed your thighs together, needing friction.

"I said use your words. Spit it out, princess."

"What if somebody sees us?" You stop him before he begins to spread your legs even farther.

"No one's here. So, tell me." He continues, starting to lift up your skirt just a tiny bit.

"I'm so wet for you, Jake."

"That's right, only for me." He lowers his face, so his eye view is right against your pussy. He takes you all in for a moment, admiring his view. He looks up at you with beady eyes, waiting for a sign of your approval.

You give him a frantic nod, needing him immediately.

He begins to trace his huge fingers over your slit. They glide smoothly from your wetness.

"So, so wet baby, I can't wait to taste you."

He slowly brings his finger over your clit rubbing it in slow circles. You couldn't help yourself and let out a moan. He looks up at you with satisfaction, he knows he has full control over your mind and body.

You begin to moan louder and louder as he circles your clit faster.

He pulls his hand back. "I think it's about time we see what that beautiful pussy tastes like."

His large hands grips at your inner thighs, his head going down, disappearing between your legs.

His tongue finally made contact with your folds.

"Jake, your tongue feels so good." you practically crumble under his touch, right then and there.

His tonguey makes its way to your clit, swirling back and forth.

"Jake!" You cry out. Your hands fly to his head, clutching onto his hair.

"You like that, sexy mama?" He asks, his mouth full of your slick.

A small "mhm" was all you could manage to get out. A special kind of heat was building inside of you and needed to be released. "Jake, I'm about to-" you whine.

"Not yet, sweetheart." He pulls away from you. He wipes his mouth and gives you a seductive smirk. Sweat is beading at his forehead. Strands of his long hair stick to his forehead and neck.

He begins to unbutton his pants, his large hard cock slaps against his stomach as he pulls it out. He runs it up and down your folds, teasing you even more.

"I want you to tell me who this dripping wet pussy belongs to." He says, still teasing you.

"Please, Jake." You whispered. "Please."

"Hm?" His demeanor made it seem like he wasn't going to let up anytime soon.

"You, Jake. It belongs to you." You moaned. "Only you."

"Good girl." He groaned. As soon as he said that, he slipped his pulsating cock into your sopping cunt. "Oh fuck, y/n."

"You're mine." He moans through gritted teeth as he moves in and out inside of you.

His nose crinkled and his eyes squinted as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. He throws his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips. He brings his head back up and bends down. His lips meet your neck, and then travel to your chest. He's leaving hickeys all over your body.

"You're marked as mine now." He smiles lovingly, but at the same time he had a dark manner to him. His fingers dig into your hips as he continues to pound into you.

Your eyes squint as you let out a loud moan that fills the air. "Jake."

Jake grabs your chin, holding your face steady. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to see me while I fuck you stupid."

You opened your eyes to see his deep brown eyes staring into yours. He was taking you all in. His motions started to become sloppy, as he continued to fuck you.

"y/n" he cried out, throwing his head back once more. This time you felt him come undone inside of you. You felt yourself fill up with his load. "Come for me." He kept going until you released as well.

The waves of fire begin to form in your lower stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, beginning to see stars.

"Fuck!" You whimpered, finishing all over his cock.

You certainly didn't expect this to be how your first time with him would go, but you weren't disappointed by any means.

He collapsed onto the pool table right beside you.

"That was...amazing." He sighed, catching his breath. "You were...amazing."

You watched as his chest slowly rose and fell.

"I hope you know that I don't want Sam. I only ever wanted you." You told him, watching as he began to stand back up.

"Oh, I know." He chuckled. He made his way over to the bar, grabbing a clean rag. You continued to lay there as he wiped you down. "I just wanted an excuse to fuck you. Plus, now you know you're mine."

"I know it was our first time together but..." You nodded in agreement. "It was perfect." You slid your thong back up your legs.

"Hell yeah it was. Almost as perfect as you." He held out his hand for you to take, stabilizing you on the ground. Your legs were still quivering, but you managed to walk.

He continued to hold onto you. "What do you say we go back to my place and get cleaned up?"

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astrologycharts242 · 6 months

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Me trying to use astrology to predict on myself in regards to relationships. (Part 1)

I'm making this post to give an idea of how these predictions can work when it comes to meeting a future boyfriend/girlfriend or a future sexual partner. Obviously if you pay me to do these things then you can expect a similar or even better experience. Using astrology on myself I knew months in advance probably a year in advance but I just didn't paid much attention to it until the date got really close. The date of me meeting a future girlfriend or sexual partner. I knew the date would be October 3rd 2023 to November 16 2023. Now where exactly would I meet this person astrology has to show that.

Well looking at my sidereal birth chart you can easily see how I would meet that significant other at a bar, restaurant or strip club. Which is crazy because I don't even occupy those places especially not right now. I'm focused too much on my career. You could see it if you pay attention to the Venus that is conjunct Rahu in my 2nd house.

Which indicates many things like me having girlfriends or only attracting women that are foreign or exotic. Since Rahu represents foreign things.

Foreign in what capacity though? Well it depends on the actual individual.

Let me use my self as an example I only messed with chicks that have like two nationalities or there culture would be different from mines. The girls would be like Jamaican or Haitian. The whole time I'm just a regular Bahamian dude. I wouldn't realize this until I would find out their last names and be like I can't even pronounce that. Secondly I would attract girls that are biracial. It isn't exactly girls that are pretty (which they do be,) but Rahu makes the women I attract be foreign in a sense of different than what I'm accustomed to seeing. I can't speak Jamaican or anything like that but this conjunction would make me attract women that could due to the Rahu Venus conjunction. Shoots this conjunction can make a guy attract women that would look foreign to most people as well. Guys with this conjunction can attract, only have sex and date women that look way better than the average women. What makes them attractive is the women would have a distinct feature that most women don't have. You can even see it in their appearance.

For example a chick that has a bbl not every women has that. Not every women has a mixed skin complexion with long curly hair looking like they're from the Dominican republic or something. There's many different scenarios to how this conjunction can determine who a guy attracts use the rapper t.i. as an example. If you're a woman that has a boyfriend who has this conjunction. Then you can kinda consider yourself exotic or rare especially in the state or country he was born in. Even if you look closely at my chart Venus rules or is the lord of my 5th house in the 2nd house of money sources. This means a way of me earning money is through a speculative business where foreign women become the main consumers. Not just any women the sign Venus is in helps determine the women I would attract. You see the cancer sign. I see cancer and the ashlesha nakshatra. Ashlesha is about women that are into things like astrology, witchcraft, tarots, herbal medicines. Those women that are very spiritual. Women that are so spiritual they be rocking the dreadlocks even. Ashlesha women are into the occult, mystical stuff.

I played the game called kingdom hearts and they had this women name Ursula from the Ariel mermaid movie. I never watched the movie but Ursula reminds me of the ashlesha for some reason. Now it all makes sense whenever women from all around the world would send me money for readings and stuff like that. This debunks the beliefs that planets are only conjunct when they are close in degrees. Nope planets are conjunct as long as they are in the same sign. My conjunction proves it.

#astrology #vedic astrology #western astrology #astrology community #astrology observations #astro observations #astrology notes #predictions

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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All right. So. Stormshore Tabernacle. Gale. Mystra. Let's go.

Hector has zero intention of letting Gale control the crown if he can avoid it, but he also has zero patience for the way Mystra has apparently manipulated his friend for so many years. He's also a tremendously devout man generally, which doesn't square particularly well in his mind with the fact that if Mystra tries to hurt Gale further he would honestly be perfectly willing to kick her teeth in.

So this is going to be an interesting conversational needle to thread.

The temple is a very pretty looking building run by a halfling named Vicar Humbletoes.

Gale is hanging out waiting here already since we told him back in camp to get ready. The statue in front of him is glowing with power.

Narrator: There she stands, just as Elminster promised. Mystra. Goddess of the Weave. Mother of all magic.

"The old man wasn't lying," Gale says wonderingly. "She's opened a summoning channel. Can't you feel it?"

Narrator: Gale's right. The very air around the statue crackles with magic. It sets your teeth on edge.

"A stream of pure, undiluted Weave," Gale says. His fingers fidget at his sides and his eyes are narrowed thoughtfully. "I have only to reach out and it will carry me to Mystra. Wherever she may be."

Jaheira raises an eyebrow at him impatiently. "Well? Are you composing a poem in your head or somesuch?"

Hector smiles slightly to himself. In Jaheira's impatience he can hear a reflection of his own. It is not the impatience of wishing to be gone - but of worry for what Gale is about to do, whether it is the right choice for him. Gale has grown from his time as Mystra's lover... but it would take only a slight nudge to push him back into that unhealthy role.

He knows it, too. "Time was I'd have given my right arm for a chance to speak with Mystra again..." he mutters. "The left one too. Maybe a knee."

Hector shakes his head. "You don't owe her so much as a fingernail," he says firmly. "She asked you to blow yourself up."

Gale shrugs. "Not the message one hopes to receive from a past lover. But her first love was always the Weave. At best I was a close second." He hesitates, then smiles ruefully. "When I pictured this moment, I thought I'd feel more in control. Yet here I am, with palms sweatier than a bugbear's armpit. I always wondered what being nervous would feel like. I hate it."

"Of all the things to be nervous about, an audience with a goddess seems reasonable," Hector points out.

As he speaks the words, he recognizes his own deeper frustration underlying them, too. He hates what Mystra has done to Gale, and yet there is just the faintest bit of jealousy that he can't escape. Gale spoke to his goddess on a regular basis, in person, and is about to do so again.

So many gods, it seems, all reaching out in direct contact, a face that could be spoken to or spat in... and Selune always watching from far beyond his reach, as distant as the moon itself. It feels tremendously unfair sometimes.

But that is not the point right now. He's here for Gale, not himself.

"You're kind to say so," Gale says with a slight smile. "But this is hardly my first time in Mystra's presence. It's more the matter of what I'm going to say to her. During my time locked away in Waterdeep, I prepared a quite comprehensive speech for her on the subject of our former relationship and the manner in which it ended. Alas, recent events have rendered the majority of it moot, so I'm going to have to improvise. Unless you have any words of wisdom to impart before I go?"

"You're not taking me with you?" Hector asks before he can stop himself.

Gale shakes his head. "The summoning channel Mystra has provided is one only I can enter. No matter how much I'd prefer not to face her alone.

Damn, Hector thinks. He would much rather be there with his friend, able to help catch him if he starts to slip back under the goddess's thrall.

He hesitates, trying to decide what advice to give that might keep Gale on a path away from extremes. "Don't give anything away," he finally says slowly. "Just find out what she has to say."

Gale smiles slightly. "You'd make a fine Three-Dragon Ante player, you know." He nods, squaring his shoulders. "I think it's best I keep a cool head going into this. Approach it like a particularly high-risk round of Three-Dragon Ante. I'll let Mystra show her flight, and then I can see how strong a chance we have of winning the gambit."

He turns, holds a hand out towards the statue. "I"ll only be gone for a matter of moments. The Outer Planes experience time quite differently to our own. Wait for me. Please."

The flash of light consumes him, and he is gone.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #hector's ongoing minor religious/existential crisis continues while the world falls apart around him

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paradoxcase · 5 months

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Chapter 2 of Nona the Ninth

I'm not sure what is meant by this? Harrow is a person and Gideon is a person, so if Nona turns out to be one of them she is definitely a person, it's not like either of them are like, two people, or something. Not sure if this was meant to say "not just any person, but one of two important people/people who Pyrrha, Camilla and Palamedes care about" or if it was something else

Oh, I figured that Nona was a clipping of Nonagesimus, but this makes sense if Nona is not allowed to know Harrow's name

We've come so far since Gideon's description of Harrow as an "evil stick" and Augustine calling her a crow, haha

I suspect it's probably not the case, but man, what if Nona actually was some kind of amalgam of Gideon and Harrow and that's why she does this. Not that you're not totally allowed to think you're hot and talk to yourself and kiss yourself in the mirror even when you aren't actually partly your crush but like, what if

So, I think confirmation that Camilla and Palamedes are a Lyctor now? So: she has Gideon's/Alecto's eyes, which could mean a) she's Gideon, b) she's Harrow and Harrow has achieved full Lyctor status and thus now has Gideon's eyes, or c) she's Alecto, who I think is the only other person who has those eyes, possibly

Ok, so she doesn't look like a ten-year-old, or at least I really hope she doesn't look like a ten-year-old

She knows what people look like when they're flirting, which I think makes her unlikely to be Alecto since she was consistently described as being and behaving in an "inhuman" way (and what would a planet know about flirting, anyway), but she doesn't seem to care about sex which probably makes her not Gideon and she doesn't object to being flirted with by strangers which probably makes her not Harrow

She definitely seems to have had some experience being an adult human being at some point, but for whatever reason forgot most of that

If Camilla was uncomfortable bathing Nona (which is totally understandable) why wasn't this Pyrrha's job? I bet Pyrrha doesn't give fuck

Priorities, lmao

BOE hates the Nine Houses so much that swords are actually banned? I guess the SCA did not survive the apocalypse, that's a shame

Nona makes this sound so unimpressive, haha

Nona doesn't remember her tantrums, so it can't have been the negative experience that makes her not want to have another one

So here we have an actual textual contradiction to the idea that English stayed around as a liturgical language, because Palamedes and Camilla only speak one language, unless you want to argue that they never would have learned it on the Sixth, but the Sixth seems like exactly the place where you would learn the equivalent of Latin, so I think that's unlikely

There's a number of possible things that we might be meant to take away from this information about the use of the Nine Houses language in BOE, but I think the only one that's at all sensible is the idea that there might somehow be a significant population of House expats or POWs or something interacting with regular BOE citizens, so there's a homegrown dialect of the Nine Houses language here. But I wouldn't expect it to be a prestigious trade language in that case, especially with how BOE sees the Nine Houses. It's "falling out of favor" but BOE has been at war with the Nine Houses for 10,000 years. Are we meant to understand that this language has been "falling out of favor" for 10,000 years now, or was there a recent event that made this language more commonly used and/or more prestigious, and now there is some kickback against its use? Also, I'm guessing from various comments/etc. that they call this language "House"... but you know, there's no actual rule that you have to call two dialects that are mutually intelligible dialects of the same language, if it doesn't fit with your political narrative, or doesn't support your nationalist propaganda, or whatever. Like, Serbian and Croatian are, from what I understand, about as similar as British and American English, but the speakers of those languages call them completely different things, consider them different languages, and sometimes insist that they can't understand people speaking the other language, because of the political situation in those countries. If BOE did have a trade language that was a close dialect of the Nine Houses language for whatever reason, I would imagine that they would do that same and declare it to be a completely different and unintelligible language, even if it was mutually intelligible. Also, I feel like I should mention that the opposite happens too - there's a bunch of different actually not mutually intelligible languages in China, but the Chinese government labels all of them as "Chinese" for political reasons. I could see languages diverging within the Nine Houses between the different planets, but John continues to insist that they are all the same language

Babies have a preternatural ability to learn new languages, but like the absolute earliest you even get a first word out of a baby is at about 1 year, and Nona has supposedly only been learning how to human for 6 months. Also, she doesn't learn these languages after 6 months of exposure to them, but immediately upon meeting people that speak them. I also feel like mentioning that you can't learn a language entirely by lipreading - lipreading works with specific languages because each language has a small set of possible sounds that can be distinguished at least partially by watching people's lips, but plenty of stuff happens inside the mouth where you can't see and I think it's definitely not possible to learn which specific sounds are being made just by watching the lips out of all the possible sounds in any human language. You can learn them by listening, but it would take a non-trivial amount of exposure to even hear all the possible sounds in the language and work out which ones are considered the same in that language, etc., let alone hearing enough vocabulary to carry on a conversation. I wonder if Nona actually has some kind of limited telepathic ability. Like, she obviously isn't able to read Harrow and Gideon's names out of the others' heads, but it might be something she uses unintentionally. I don't think knowledge of all these BOE languages is something she could possibly have had past experience with, regardless of who she turns out to be

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth

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summerinthecloudsx · 2 years

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Where the rain can’t reach or Ushijima, your best friend, runs out of patience with Terushima, your (ex)boyfriend

A/N: Minors DNI. The chokehold these men have on me I swear. Idk what this is I’m just trying to fill the void of Ushijima content :’)

Angst to comfort, cheating, brief mentions of past intimacy, friends to lovers, Terushima is a player, Ushijima is a giant (protective) teddy bear, timeskip ages, eventual smut

Part 1

You should have known. They warned you this would happen. Hell, you warned yourself. Terushima is too wild, too much of a free spirit to commit to one person. You knew that. You knew you shouldn’t have expected faithfulness from him or believed him when he said he would change for you, love you honestly. You knew better, sensed the betrayal looming and growing closer by the second, but god it hurts to have it thrown in your face so carelessly.

“I-I didn’t know you’d be stopping by.”

Terushima doesn’t even push the girl off of him. Your stomach forms knots as you glance at her legs straddling his hips, pushing her bare chest against his. They’re relaxed in his stylist chair, the neon lights from the streets outside casting a bright fuchsia glow through the small gaps in the closed blinds and the partially opened door. They look beautiful in the light, ethereal even. Untouchable.

“This is–.” Your boyfriend stops himself, pursing his lips because he knows there’s no way he can defend himself. He’s been caught, and he can't even manage to give some type of excuse.

The woman—you recognize her as a regular client of his—glances back at you, sleek black hair falling over her bored, hazel eyes while Terushima pulls her white shirt back up her torso. Like your boyfriend, she makes no attempt to feign innocence or ignorance. She simply tilts her head to the side as if to ask why you’re still here, and truthfully, you have no idea.

“I wanted…” Your words fade, voice muffled and shaky. Wanted to surprise you. You grip the brown bag of treats in your right hand, clenching your left hand into a tight fist. Don’t cry. Don’t let them see you cry. Your shoulders rise with your labored breathing, an attempt to calm yourself enough to speak or react in some way other than complete shock. The breath ends with a short, soft laugh. Nothing about the situation is funny, but you’re not sure what else to do. Why does it hurt so much?

“I brought your favorites.” You raise the bag so the light catches it, shaking the pastries within. “They um. They’re still warm so…” Your voice cracks, lip trembling as your emotions betray you. Tears fall freely down your cheeks despite your best attempts to hold them in, and you can only laugh as you toss the bag onto the floor.

Terushima calls out your name, finally. He gently slides the woman off his lap, though he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to reach you even as you back away from the scene. “Please wait. Don’t leave, I–.”

Please. It hurts to look at you.

“It’s okay,” you tell him with another false smile. You stumble a bit as you descend the steps, your back to the man in the doorway. You let your lips fall in a frown now that he’s unable to see you, unphased by the cold rain that’s begun to fall. It’s unusually cold for this time of year, the winter season starting early. They say it’s supposed to snow soon. You were going to build snowmen with Terushima and bake your favorite breads and sweets. You were looking forward to the many ways he found to keep you warm, keep you fantasizing about him whenever you weren’t together. Now, you felt nothing except the harsh, empty cold.

“I shouldn't have tried to tie you down, right? I’m sorry.” You're not the one who needs to apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong, never forced Terushima into the relationship. He approached you first, after all, and spent many months convincing you to give him a chance, to trust that he changed his ways since high school. It isn’t your fault, and yet, you can’t stop yourself. “I just want you to be happy, so no worries.”

“Wait!” The way he cries out your name, his own voice cracking just slightly, almost makes you want to turn around. For a moment, it makes you want to stop running blindly down the sidewalk and sprint back to him. But it won’t change anything. It won’t make the beautiful woman in his salon disappear, and it certainly can’t make you forget what you witnessed in the neon glow. So you keep running, faster until you can no longer hear his pleading voice or anything besides your choked sobs and water splashing beneath your feet. You run until your chest hurts, until you reach a quiet alley where a cat hisses at your sudden chaotic appearance. It rushes away from you, though your own legs have stopped their movement without your permission. An animalistic cry scratches your throat as you press your forehead against the brick wall of one of the surrounding buildings.

Make it stop.

Your stomach hurts, it aches so fiercely that you lean over and empty its contents onto the concrete next to the dumpster. The landscape dances around you as your vision grows fuzzy, but you force yourself to gather a bit of rainwater and wipe off your face, reminding yourself to breathe. Inhale for three seconds. Hold for five seconds. Exhale slowly for five seconds. Repeat. You do this several times until the panic begins to fade and you have enough awareness to make note of your surroundings.

You’ve ventured into an unknown area of the city, far from your apartment and Terushima’s salon. There aren’t as many lights in this section save for a few flickering street lamps. The alley you’ve hidden yourself in rests between two buildings, a typical run-down bar and an old abandoned building. You’ve never been to the bar or even heard of the obscure name. You’re not even sure how to get home from here. If not for the GPS on your phone, you’d be completely lost and panicking yet again.

Just as you begin the humiliating walk back to your apartment, your phone dings to signal you received a text. For a moment, you think it’s Terushima. Maybe he’s apologizing or ending your relationship officially. You’re not sure which would hurt more, but when you see it’s a message from Ushijima instead of your now ex-boyfriend, you decide the silence hurts the most.

Practice ended late today. Are you awake?

You don’t have the energy to respond to him. Despite his awkward, stoic persona, Ushijima’s become rather skilled at reading your emotions. Even through text, he would realize something is wrong, and you’re not sure you can talk about it just yet. Not to mention, it wouldn’t be fair to him. He had enough going on with his professional volleyball career. He doesn’t need to deal with your drama as well.

Sorry. I’m sure you’re asleep or with Terushima. I should have thought more first. I have a free day tomorrow if you’d like to do something, though.

Reading his text brings fresh tears to your eyes, fingers trembling over your screen. For a moment, they hover over the call button on his contact information, knowing he’d happily welcome you into his home. Well, as happy as he can seem. He’s never been one to be loud or energetic, but the calm surrounding him always makes you feel better.

“No, ugh stop!” You whisper, realizing that your trembling finger accidentally hit the call button. You mumble curses to yourself as you try to end the call before it registers on Ushijima’s phone, sighing when it finally disappears. You can’t do this to him. He’s seen you endure a few breakups through the years from a fling with a quiet boy in high school that ended in a mutual friendship and a long distance relationship with someone the summer after you graduated. He even sat back without judgment when you went through with a few hook ups before you settled down with Terushima. Your friend has never seen a breakup this severe, though.

Everything okay? You just called and ended it before I could answer.

Your stomach twists again, unsure of how to respond. You don’t want to tell him what happened over text, but you know you can’t speak clearly. And you definitely don’t want him to see you in person right now. Apparently, you’ve taken far too long to respond, because your phone lights up with a request to FaceTime him, which you quickly deny without thinking twice.

Not a good time. Text you later!

You type out the response and send it before he has the chance to call again, hoping it will be a good enough excuse to give you time to get home.

Ushijima is many things. He’s strong-willed, determined, and hopelessly devoted to the things he loves. Patience isn’t one of his charming qualities, however. So when you refuse to elaborate on why the night isn’t going so well, he tries to resist the urge to pry. Maybe it was a bad day at work, he tells himself. You’ve been working as a freelance artist while you update your web comic series on the side. Perhaps you had to deal with a demanding client, or maybe you’re stuck working on a panel and don’t know how to finish it. All of those are valid reasons for your strange behavior, but Ushijima can’t shake the feeling that something worse has happened. You’ve never intentionally ignored his calls or responded so coldly to him. Did he…upset you somehow?

He thinks for a second he might call Terushima. If something bad has happened, then he’s sure to know more about it. But he isn’t close with the hairstylist, so the call might seem a bit overbearing or even intrusive. So then, he’s back to square one.

His concern grows deeper as the minutes go by, hastily washing his hair and rinsing the pine scented soap off his body. He isn’t a skeptical person, and he isn’t one to act on emotional impulse, but something is wrong. He can feel it.

He quickly finds himself jumping into a pair of warm sweatpants and yanking a hoodie over his head, roughly drying the wet strands of hair with his towel before tossing the damp fabric in its designated basket. Making sure he has his keys and wallet, Ushijima locks up his apartment and sprints outside with an umbrella prepared.

You’re soaked by the time you make it home, clothes sticking to you as if the rain had magically glued them to your skin. At least the long walk home gave you plenty of time to compose yourself, although you hesitate to call your current state ‘composed’ or anything of the sorts. Despite the residual sniffling, your sadness has transformed to an overwhelming state of humiliation.

Thinking back, you wonder how you missed the signs. Between the late nights at the salon claiming his boss wanted him to organize the products and the distance he inserted, it should have been obvious. Terushima had always been a flirt, and changing that lifestyle for someone as ordinary as you was out of the question. You wanted to believe he was different, wanted so badly to be the only one for him, but now you understand how unfair it was to hold him to such a standard. Unfair to yourself and Terushima.

But what if you had done things differently? As you peel off your wet clothes, your mind briefly imagines everything you could have done to keep him interested. Maybe he needed more intimately, though you certainly never had a problem with your sex life. He satisfied your every want and need, but perhaps you didn’t do enough for him.

If I was a little more spontaneous…

If I didn’t get so absorbed in my work…

If I cooked or cleaned more often…

Thousands of what if scenarios raced through your mind until the sound of a rushed knock signaled you had a visitor. You knew it was Ushijima before his deep voice called out your name, roughly wiping your eyes to ensure no liquid remained. If you kept the lights dim, he wouldn’t notice the redness.

Just tell him you’re sick, you command yourself as you crack open the door to reveal his tall figure. Tell him to go home so he doesn’t catch anything before his next game.

But you can’t. Because the minute you see the furrowing of his brow and the wild state of his hair, you know you can’t turn him away.

You’re silent as you turn your back to him and walk towards the white plush sofa, thankful when he enters the apartment and closes the door without waiting for instructions. Though, he doesn’t join you on the sofa. His brown eyes watch with deepening concern as you pull your knees to your chest, fingers fumbling with the fabric of your pajamas.

“What happened?” He asks in his usual calm voice, though there’s a slight edge to it.

You smile sadly, a soft, airy chuckle filling the room. “You’re always so good at figuring me out.”

“You’re not that hard to read,” he responds. “And your eyes are bloodshot.”

You frown, pausing for a moment as you contemplate how to tell him what happened. You don’t want useless pity, and you don’t want to have another panic attack in front of Ushijima. Best friend or not, you don’t want to scare him. “Terushima and I are over.” Don’t ask…

“Why?”

Of course he wants to know, you scold yourself for thinking otherwise. You’re his best friend. But the pain is still so fresh in your mind that for a moment, you’re back in the salon. Neon lights, bare flesh, and hazel eyes flash repeatedly. You can still hear the way he screamed your name at the end, wondering why he pretended to care enough to do so when he barely moved away from the woman’s touch at first.

“I went to his salon, and he…” Your voice falls quiet again, palm sliding across your mouth to silence the sob you so desperately want to let out.

Ushijima steps closer until his legs brush against yours. His body is stiff as he lowers himself to the couch beside you. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you quickly respond. “He um, he cheated on me.”

It feels embarrassing to admit it for some reason. You’re half expecting your friend to laugh or provide a stoic, I told you so. But Ushijima just clenches and unclenches his fists repeatedly, jawline sharp and tense.

You let out an awkward laugh, lightly nudging his arm. “But it’s fine. Sorry I scared you over something so silly.”

He doesn’t respond, not initially. He just stares, watching you patiently, silently until your resolve finally crumbles. Your lips part with a pathetic, strained cry as you force your face into your palms. You want to curl up, hide away from Ushijima’s intense gaze. Everything is too much.

It hurts again.

“It’s not silly,” he barely grunts. It sounds as if his jaw is clenched while he’s speaking, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you on top of his lap. A soft, forest green blanket is soon draped over your bodies as a large hand rubs circles against your back.

“Everyone was right. I–.”

He shushes your self depreciation before it begins, still brushing his warm hand over your back while his other arm pulls you impossibly close.

“This is his fault. Not yours.”

“It still hurts,” you sob against his shoulder. “It hurts so fucking much.”

“I know,” he whispers, tightening his hold on you.

It hurts, but his warmth caresses you in a way that begins to ease the ache. He isn’t running away or telling you to get over it. He isn’t yelling at you for ruining his sweatshirt. He’s right there, calm, quiet, and soothing.

And just as you’re content to remain in that peaceful warmth until you fall asleep, he’s content to hold you until then. Because despite how absolutely furious he is, his worry is slowly melting away. No matter how much he wants to spike a volleyball at Terushima’s face, Ushijima is determined to hold you until you tell him to leave.

Maybe after, he thinks with one of his rare smirks. Definitely after.

#haikyu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #angst with a hopeful ending #eventual smut #cheating trope #friends to lovers

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psychospore · 1 year

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An Exquisite Treat

A/N: hello lovely people - happy new year to all of you. 💚

You're a young owner and chef of a new hole-in-the wall restaurant in New York. You've only been operating for a few months with a handful of staff but business seems to be working in your favor. You usually stay in the kitchen to do most of the cooking but your sous chef assures you he can handle the workload when things get busy in front so you can help out there - especially Friday and Saturday nights.

You have noticed a particular person frequenting his dinners there, normally with another woman... Different women each time... He has luscious raven hair flowing and barely touching his broad shoulders. He looks divine in how he wears that suit each time he dines there.

One night, he visits there alone. One of your waitresses was absent so you ended up walking up to his table making sure you look presentable, sweeping away stray hairs from your face, greeting him and handing him the menu. The way his eyebrows furrow, fingers running through his lips as he scans through the menu puts you in a trance, until he breaks it by staring at you with those deep, ocean eyes and speaking in a velvety tone

"Aren't you the owner of this lovely place?" with his deep voice, he asked

"yes, I am - my name is y/n. I see you frequently around here" you smiled

"apologies for the late introduction - I am Loki. I love this place, the ambiance is good. Would you like to join me for dinner - I'd be interested to talk about my experience here? I figured since tonight is not as busy as the other nights but I do hope I'm not imposing on you"

You scanned the room and it seems you could spare some time here. You gestured one of the other waitresses to come to your table. "Hey, we don't seem to have many people tonight so I figured I'd hang out with this gentleman for a quick chat. Please let me know if anything comes up." The waitress seemed to let out a hidden smile. Little did you know, Loki has had his eyes on you for some time now and most of your staff has started noticing. Despite being with other women, his eyes constantly linger towards you whenever you come out to the kitchen and help out in the front. He always wondered how you can be constantly graceful in the face of a high intensity work.

"Also, what would you like to have Loki?"

"I'll have whatever the chef recommends" he answers as he looks at you

You chuckled, "well the chef recommends - for starters, Tomato Bruschetta, for the main course I'll have a Rib Eye Roast and I'll have Stout-braised Lamb Shanks for Loki, with a side salad. Dark chocolate coated cherries and strawberries and our finest red wine please. Thank you" You looked at your waitress while taking the order. "Gotcha - give us 10-15 minutes. In the meantime, please enjoy" she winks at you, grinning, before heading to the kitchen which took you a bit by surprise.

"how did you come up with all of this?" Loki asked

"oh - my parents gave me money to start this place when I graduated from Culinary school. I loved the energy here when I first came and I was so sure I just had to build my restaurant here, and now here we are" smile spread on your lips, eyes twinkling as you talk about how everything came to be. Loki adamantly listened to your saccharine voice filling his ears. How he wished he could pause time and make this moment last forever.

You turned to him as you finished talking, "how about you? Tell me about yourself" Food started being served, he told you how he has a brother who dragged him into working in the same company here in new york. It's tiring at work so your restaurant is a safe space for him to unwind and enjoy.

A curious part of you asked, "how about those different women who accompany you on a regular basis? " but then you realized "sorry - it was extremely rude to ask"

"Rest assured, they are just female companions. I have my eyes set on someone else already. Ever since I've set my eyes on her in this very place" as he nibbles a piece of the savory chunk of meat.

"that's interesting - I'm pretty sure she's a lucky gal" you answered as you sip a big gulp of wine, lowkey crestfallen. You've had your eyes set on him for a while too, albeit in denial.

"well - I'm luckier, I'm dining with her right now" he smirks, looking at you

You almost choked yourself with wine after hearing his confession, pretty sure you made a fool of yourself by having wine come out of your nostrils as you scramble to bring the napkin to cover and wipe your face. "Are you alright?" worried, Loki asks.

"I'm fine. Maybe next time save your confession to when I'm not drinking anything" you paused as you both laughed at the absurdity of what happened.

"Oh dear - I profusely apologize. I hope it doesn't change your perception of me. I am extremely smitten with you and how wonderful of a person you are and would like to pursue you in courtship." he declared

"I'd be honored." He takes your hand, brings it up to his lips to kiss it as you blush beet red. His piercing gaze strikes right through your soul.

You argued a bit on who to pay the bill, you wanted to waive the dinner you had tonight with him and him wanting to pay everything that you end up just giving it all as tips for your staff - which made them extremely happy.

You accompanied Loki to the door after dinner to see him out and he gave you a quick peck on the forehead before you closed the door. "I'll see you soon" you say to him.

Loki on the other hand, walks in the dark alleyway, his suit changes to an emerald battle wear with a smile on his face. He can't wait to see you again - maybe he should bring you flowers.

#loki fanfic #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki of asgard #loki x you #loki fanfiction #loki oneshot #loki fic recs

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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We haven’t read from the Ballerina/Boxer AU since January I think! How about a little protectiveness from Thena this time?

"Wow," Gil murmured to himself as he walked down the aisle and towards the stage. His voice bounced around slightly, despite the carpeted floors. The crystal chandelier hanging above was lit up and glittering.

"You've been here before," Thena laughed lightly as she descended the steps to greet him.

"Yeah," he chuckled, receiving her in his arms and kissing her. "But only when I come to see you. And I'm not exactly absorbing my surroundings when that happens."

Thena just sighed, relishing the warmth of his embrace - and his hands on her back - a little longer.

They were in the middle of rehearsals for the dance company's next exhibition. She was reluctantly participating to advertise for herself and Sersi, as well as keep an eye on a few old students of hers who were now regulars.

Gil tapped his fingers against the bare skin of her back, "how is it?"

"Hm," she sighed, running her hands over his arms idly, "long. But they're giving us saturday and sunday this week. And in two weeks it'll all be over."

"So you can come over friday night?--is what you're saying?" Gil suggested hopefully, earning him another laugh and a kiss.

"I think I could manage that," Thena purred against him. She sighed less blissfully as she heard the doors to the stairwells open.

"What?" Gil blinked at her sudden change of mood. She swiped her lunch out of his hands and attempted to usher them back to the doors and out of the main theatre.

"Thena!"

Gil snorted at the total lack of attempt on Thena's part to disguise her annoyance. She let out a petulant grunt as her colleagues fluttered out of the wings and down the steps towards them.

"Who's this?" one of the other ballerinas asked with wide and curious eyes.

"Wait, this must be the beau that Thena's been texting between runs!"

"Is he?" another one gasped, although it sounded kind of fake. "This is the handsome specimen that's finally pulled perfect Miss Thena away from the stage?"

"We're leaving," she muttered to them, but they weren't having it.

Gil blinked as the flock of women spread out around them even more in an intimidating formation. Some of them towered over even him, making Thena seem even more delicate than usual.

"Thena, don't be so stingy," one of the really tall ones chastised her in a very patronising tone. "You know better than to bring something to rehearsal if you're not going to share."

Thena all but growled at them.

"Uh, sorry ladies," Gil attempted to speak up for himself, "but I was kind of hoping to have Thena all to myself."

More fake gasps; they reminded him of the girls in school who would say something nice and then whisper behind their hands the very next second.

"He's so sweet!"

"How ever did you find this one, Thee?"

Gil raised a brow at the overly familiar shortening of her name.

"None of your business," she continued to snarl at them, to no avail as they all but circled them in the narrow theatre aisle.

"He must be an athlete of some sort," one of the ones sitting down crooned as she eyed him up and down. "Look at those arms!"

Another round of giggles erupted from the group of them, much to Gil's discomfort. He tried not to squirm, squeezing Thena's hand in his.

"He must be good at lifts."

"I imagine they get up to a different kind of lifting, don't you think?"

Gil blushed.

"Well, Thee?--is he?" one leapt from her seat, reaching out to test out touching his arm for herself.

Thena swiped at the hand like a feral cat. She turned herself to face her colleagues head on, Gilgamesh behind her and her much smaller frame. "Enough."

"Oh, get over yourself, Thena," the tallest one rolled her eyes at Thena again. "We're just having a little fun."

"Not at my boyfriend's expense, you're not," Thena glared right at her, not intimidated in the least. "And I may have to be here for the company, but it does not require me to be civil with any of you."

"Yeah, that's clear."

Gil kept quiet, watching the women all but hiss at each other. He was happy to step in if his girlfriend was getting hit on, but she was more than capable of fighting her own battles. And he was pretty sure that boxing wouldn't help him in the least in defending himself against a flock of angry ballerinas.

"We are leaving. I will return for rehearsal." Thena listed out in her usual clipped and frosty tone. "You will never set eyes on him again without me there to make sure you behave."

"Whatever, Thena," the clear prime of the group crossed her arms in Thena's face, leaning over slightly to meet her eyes. "Are you so insecure that you think you have to babysit him?"

"Please," Thena finally cracked a smile, although Gil shivered to imagine being on the other side of it. "I couldn't imagine someone more loyal than him. You, on the other hand, seem quite eager to flirt with someone else's partner. My condolences to your poor husband."

Thena turned, her head held high and maybe with her nose turned up. She pulled Gil along behind her, grasping one of his hands and her lunch in the other.

Gil wrapped his arm around her as soon as they were in the lobby. "They seem...fun."

Thena wilted against him, letting out a very ungraceful growling sound. "I thought they were all having lunch in the greenroom downstairs. I never would have let you come in personally otherwise."

"What?" he chuckled, leading them out of the lobby and to the nearest peace and quiet. "Then I wouldn't have gotten to see you being a total badass with them."

"Gil," she chided him faintly as they headed out into the spring air. The light and breezy skirt she wore as a teacher was tied around her waist over her leotard.

He laid his jacket over her shoulders. "I mean it! It was pretty hot to see you fight 'em off like that, Gorgeous."

Thena blushed faintly, allowing herself the reprieve of snuggling into him until they reached a nice park bench. "Well, swans are very territorial, you know."

#Thenamesh Ballerina/Boxer AU #this might be a little defensive as opposed to protective #but I loved the idea of the other swans flocking to this big handsome man #and Thena's like back! get back! he's mine!#Gil gets to see a ballerina fight for territory and he's like whoa #these ladies mean business #they have a nice sweet lunch together #sitting on a park bench #taking turns feeding each other bites #y'know like gross disgusting couples in love do #then Thena goes back to rehearsals and holds her head high #the mean girls can say whatever they want about her #it does give her a kind of satisfaction #knowing they all want her boyfriend and can't have him #she tells Sersi later on and Sersi is like #I am a pacifist I believe in peace and love...but I will light their hair on fire #Thena's like not necessary #but if you ever see them so much as looking at Gil

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ohdeersthings · 2 years

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: none, some flirting, little bit of cocky Katsuki

Summary: You remind Katsuki that not everyone falls in awe of a Pro Hero.

*Inspired by Disney's Hercules. We love Meg 👀❤*

It's safe to say that Bakugou has grown since his days at U.A. Well, more or less.

Some days he gets lost in thought of saving people, hypnotized by the way men and women alike cheer and praise him. Chanting out his hero name, Ground Zero, and fawning over him when he's close by.

Children staring in awe at the tall, proud standing male. Some begging for a picture or autograph, which he does more from his Brand Team reminding him to grin and bear it for the polls and such.

Which he did with no problem, his smirks and boastful personality made him a magnet for egotistical labels but he ignored them, cause to him they were wrong.

He knows there's more to being a Hero than just photos and such, yet he can get swept away in the frenzie and lose the sight of that.

Until he met you, that is.

It was another day of simple patrols. Acknowledging a few fans and even stopping to take a picture with a young boy who tried to wear his hair spiked just like his "Favorite Hero". The gel in the child's hair making Bakugou smirk and mutter a "nice try brat,"

Yes it was a simple day.

He thought it'd be an easy shift ending, except for when a loud rumbling from down the street started to set off car alarms, citizens yelling out in alarm and fear.

A large villan stepped out from behind a building, the guys build like that of a giant Minatour.

It stood at atleast a good fifteen feet tall, large muscles covered in dark colored hair or fur, hard to tell from afar. Two large bull horns protruded from his cow shaped head, a long snout ending in a classic septum bull ring.

Of course in its hands, he held you.

Now most people would be screaming or pleading for their life but you simply sat in his hands, a bored look graced your features.

Bakugou instantly launched into an attack, explosions trying to blind the Minatour dude but he got smacked away like a fly. This caused him to fly into a fruit stand, teeth gritting as he stood back up, a strawberry stuck to his face before he pulled it off, a snarl present on his lips.

"Alright you sack of meat, now I'm pissed," Bakugou called out, him and the Minatour glaring at eachother when you spoke up,

"Uh hi, you maybe wanna leave Blast Boy?"

It was like a scene straight from a movie. Everyone, including the Villian, gaped at you like you were speaking in tongues.

"EH!? What the hell are you talking about?! You're the one currently suck in the Heifers grip but you're telling ME to leave?!"

Bakugou couldn't believe his ears, maybe he finally did blast his ear drums out.

"Yeah, no offense but do you see Damsel In Distress or Distressed Dude taped to my forehead? I'm perfectly fine getting my self out of here,"

Bakugou looked like a fish out of water with the way his mouth opened and closed, eyes white in anger and annoyance.

You leaned on the Bulls hand, an arm crossed under your chest as your left hands palm held your cheek up, flashing Ground Zero a sensual smile, "Have a nice day~"

Ears flushing from the sound of your voice and gleam in your eye. He went to retort, only you turned toward the Villian who was dumb enough to stop his rampage and watch the scene unfold.

"I'll give you three seconds to put me down before I make you,"

The Villian let out a booming laugh, a few citizens also murmuring in questioning tones.

You were a regular citizen like them, what exactly could you do if you had allowed yourself to get captured in the first place.

"Three...two....on-"

Before you could finish Bakugou had let a giant blast against the Minatours face making him yell in pain, his grip loosening for a second but that's all Bakugou needed to grab you and move out of the way.

This had angered the Minatour who shook his head free of ash and smoke. His red eyes locking on Bakugous who held you bridal style.

"You're welcome shitty person, next time don't try acting like a Pro and let the real Heros handle it,"

You scoffed, throwing yourself to your feet as you smoothed out your outfit, "Please, you're more of a Pro Jackass than a Pro Hero,"

The Minatour began his charge, large hoof feet sprinting at you and Bakugou.

"Get back!" Bakugou ordered, going to throw his hands out to produce his quirk but found you walking toward the Minatour instead.

He could only see your backside, but from the front your eyes turned a bright mix of red, pink and purple swirls.

"Excuse me~" your sultry voice filled the air causing many to freeze, almost as if you had taken control of them. The tone was like honey, thick but sweet. It made many develop a set of shivers, some letting their minds wander.

Your voice and loving eyes with you had caused the Minatour to cease his running, he ended up tripping on the road and skidded close you, his eyes now matching yours as your lips pulled into a seductive smile, your cupids bow lips plump and luscious.

"Thank you, are you ready to listen~?" The Minatour could only nod before you suddenly raised your leg up, dropping your heel on his head, knocking him out efficiently.

You turned back to Bakugou who just stared.

Wide, red eyes just staring. You couldn't tell if he was pissed or what, but the Villan was delt with and that's all that matters.

"Thanks for letting me play, it's been a real treat," you winked, walking off past Bakugou who turned and caught your arm, stopping you from moving.

The press and media, who appeared out of the shadows, took this opportunity and began to captures photos, videos, quotes, anything their greedy hands could get.

"Excuse us! What's your quirk?!"

"Are you a new Pro Hero!?"

"Do you have a Working Quirk License!?"

"How do you feel about getting up close and personal with Ground Zero himself!?"

You rolled your eyes at the last question, pulling your arm away from Bakugou as you shot him a sideways look, "Yeah cause a model who role plays as a Pro Hero for pictures and is a jerk about saving people, is someone I wanna get personal with,"

"Oi! You could be a little more grateful I got you out of his grip there Hippie Eyes!" Bakugou growled, his face showing aggravation but his mind was racing with questions about you.

'Who are you?'

'What is your quirk?'

'Are you a Pro?'

'You wanna go out sometime'

He shook that last thought from his head, eyes locking with yours as you just smirked,

"Yeah, next time I wanna be man handled for telling a guy no I'll call you,"

With that you turned and walked off, waving a hand without looking back, "See ya Blast Boy,"

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Yoohoo, here you go my lovelies 😘 let me know what you think

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bangtanreadingcorner · 3 years

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the fact is • jeon jeongguk

plot – you're a waitress that gets stuck serving jeon jeongguk, who can't make his mind up on what to eat.

words – 6.4K

"Indecisive snot, aren't you?"

The words are out before you could stop them. Your natural instinct is to take it back and apologize, but this idiot has pushed you over the edge. He has changed his order six times and that was after adding sides and removing this or that. The customer - the arrogant brat of a chaebol, you thought to yourself - looking at his menu snapped his gaze to you, eyes widening in surprise, disbelief and was that intrigue? Nope. Probably just a trick of the light.

"Excuse me?" He says, eyebrows still raised to high heaven.

You weigh your options silently for a few moments. You could try and kiss his ass and loose your job. Or you could finish what you started and loose your job. Because there was no question, you were loosing your job. Speaking to a customer like that, in a restaurant as high end as this? The ultimate no-no.

The choice was a no brainer.

You give him a flat look, "Are you deaf?"

A surprised scoff leaves him and for a moment he stares at you, and then a smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth. "Do you not know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are, Jeon Jeongguk, I don't live under a rock." You roll your eyes at him.

"Huh." He frowns at you.

You frown back, "What?"

"I've never met someone so . . . outspoken before. Normally people are all compliments and well wishes." Jeongguk doesn't say how delightfully refreshing it is. Like a spring breeze, spreading through his veins and breathing colour into his monotonous life. This is the most excitement he's had since he went parachuting eight months ago. That is a sad thought, but unfortunately a true one.

"Yeah, well," You shrug, tapping your pen against your notebook. "Kissing ass and lying are two things that didn't make it onto my list of qualities."

"Speaking your mind, obviously did." He notes, still smirking.

"Excellent observational skills there, Sherlock." You deadpan.

Jeongguk laughs and you don't like the way it makes warmth simmer in your belly. He looks up at you with dark eyes and you privately think for all that the media gets wrong, they have one thing right. Jeon Jeongguk is ridiculously attractive. "What's your name?"

"Are you blind or illiterate?" You raise a brow down at him. He looks caught off guard for a moment.

"Um...neither?" It comes out unsure, hesitant.

"Then what exactly is stopping you from reading my name badge?" You ask, tapping the badge on your chest with your pen. You were already losing your job, so you might as well make the best of it.

He looks embarrassed for a second, eyes dropping to the table, cheeks dusting the faintest shade of pink.

You raise a brow, "So, are you going to order or are you going to complain to my manager and get me fired?"

"Fired for what?" He asks.

You want to snap at him, but the genuine confusion in his eyes made you hold your tongue. For once. In a 'duh' tone, you tell him. "Speaking my mind."

"Ah. Right." Realisation lights up in his eyes. "I could have you fired for speaking to me like that." He says, like the thought never occurred to him.

"I'll go get my manager then." You say and turn on your heel, not at all surprised.

Jeongguk's mind goes into an epic panic as you turn your back on him and he blurts a quick, "Wait."

"What?" You ask, turning back to him with an uninterested look.

"I said that I could. Not that I would." He tells you and it makes your speechless for about five seconds.

Then you squint at him with a slight glare, "What do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"You obviously want something in exchange for keeping quiet. What is it?" You speak matter-of-factly. After a moment you add, "Just know, if it's something sexual or in that direction, I'd rather loose my job."

Jeongguk gapes at you, looking stunned. "I don't know whether to be insulted by the insinuation that I need to blackmail someone into sleeping with me or that you'd rather loose your job than sleeping with me."

"So sorry for offending your delicate sensibilities." You drawled sarcastically. "You still haven't told me what you want."

"Well, I like coming here often and when I do and you're my server, I'd like you to always speak your mind around me." He said, with the smallest of shrugs, looking down at the silverware on the table instead of at you.

Confusion sweeps through you, his request catching you off guard. "Really? That's it?"

"Yes." He nods stiffly.

"I don't understand." You admit.

"You don't have to. You asked me what I want, this is it." He looks at you again, eyes still dark and piercing and you can't understand what he's thinking.

"Fine, okay, yeah, I can do that." You nods eventually, noticing how his shoulders untense just a bit. You look at him, curious and full of questions, but cautious enough to not actually ask. "Are you gonna order now?"

"Why don't you surprise me? I can't decide what I want to eat." He says, handing you the menu.

"I'm shocked." You deadpan with a faux smile, before looking at him seriously. "Are you allergic to anything?"

"No." He shakes his head, lacing his fingers together and resting his hands on the table.

Your mind races for a few moments before settling on a dish. You nod at Jeongguk. "Okay, I'll be back with your food in a while then."

***

Three weeks later, you haven't served Jeongguk again. It's not that he hasn't been in, oh no, he has. You've seen him, caught him staring and then looking away quickly. He just hasn't sat at one of your tables again. Each week, the tables get rotated and there is four rotations, so you'll only be on Jeongguk's usual table next week.

You walked into the kitchen, just coming off your lunch break when Lee stops you and says, "Table 12 for you."

You look at Jae, who was on table 12 this week and got a hostile glare. You ignore her and look at Lee with confusion, "But I'm not on table 12 today."

"You were requested and customers here get what they want." Lee shrugs, giving you a 'it is what it is' look.

"By who?" You ask, having some idea of the answer. There is only one customer you know that would request you. You are always polite to the other customers but with an air of detachment, that keeps them from prying and you from getting into trouble. Until three weeks ago, that is.

"Jeon Jeongguk." Lee says, confirming your suspicions.

"Motherfucker." You swear.

Jae looks down her nose from you, "Don't he used to it. It won't last. He'll get bored of you soon enough."

"I hope so." You huff, as Jae walks away with a less than pleased expression.

"What?" Lee asks, her shock obvious.

"You heard me."

Lee tilts her head at you in disbelief and curiousity, "So, you're not trying to get into his pants?"

"Uh, no." You frown at her. Sure, he's hot but you know your place. You also need money than you need to get laid. "Why?"

"Most girls try when they work here, but everytime they try something, Mr. Jeon complains and they get fired." Lee explains.

Something suddenly made sense to you, "Is that what Jae's trying to do?"

"No one will say it to her face, but yeah, it is." Lee nods, shrugging a little. "She's jealous that he requested you, when you've worked here just over a month, served him once, and she's worked here for almost two years and he hasn't blinked in her direction."

"Huh," You frown, lost in your thoughts. "I wonder why he didn't get me fired then."

"Why? What did you say to him?" Lee eyes you curiously.

"Called him an indecisive snot." You smirk gleefully, happy that you got away with talking to him like you want and not getting fired because of it.

"Right." Lee says in a tone that made it clear she doesn't believe you.

"I did." You insist.

Lee waves you off, and you exit the kitchen, walking into the dining room, heading over to Jeongguk's regular table.

You look at him as he comes into your line of direct sight. His one leg was shaking, eyes shifting around the room, fingers tapping the table restlessly. When he spots you walking over to him, he stills completely. A smile - a cute one, you admit to yourself and no one else - spreads on his lips as he breathes your name, "Y/N."

You give him a look, "Did you miss me or something?"

"What? No." Jeongguk scoffs quickly. "I was bored. And you cure my boredom."

You raise your eyebrows at him, head going forward a little, "I cure your boredom?" You repeat, slowly. Maybe he's kidding.

But Jeongguk just nods at you as if it makes all the sense in the world, "Yeah. It's like live entertainment while I eat."

You scowl at him, "I'm not a circus clown."

"That's not what I meant!" He exclaims, voice a little too loud, causing heads to swivel in your direction. He takes a breath and speaks again, softer this time. "I just meant that it's nice. Or it was nice, the one time I actually got to talk to you."

"So, you did miss me." You tease good naturedly. Jeongguk doesn't answer, just stares resolutely down at the table. You sigh, feeling fond instead of annoyed. You hide a smile as you ask, "What will it be today?"

Jeongguk looks at you again, hesitantly at first, then fully when he sees your expectant gaze, "Surprise me."

Now you were surprised, "Again?"

"I liked what you ordered last time." He does that small shrug again. Actually, it's less of a shrug, and more a slight lift of the shoulders. You notice that he has broad shoulders, and the suit he's wearing only makes them look better. You push those thoughts away, focusing on the conversation.

"And if you don't like it this time?" You challenge.

"I did say surprise me, and surprises can be positive or negative." Jeongguk decides not to tell her that this is his favorite restaurant and he knows the menu by heart. He knows and likes every dish, so there was no way he wouldn't like something she serves him. And he's curious as to what she'll decide this time.

You snort, laughing lightly, "You know, you're not as bad as I thought you were."

Jeongguk looks mildly offended, "I'll have you know, I'm a catch."

"I'm sure." You nod, hiding a grin.

"I am." He insists and you had to admit, he is attractive.

"Yes, right up until the moment you open your mouth." You say honestly, writing down one of the dishes on the menu.

"Rude." He pouts a little and you suppress the urge to giggle, of all things.

"Maybe," You concede. "But it's the truth." You picked up his menu, turning on your heel to go to the kitchen.

"So, how do I . . . improve?" Jeongguk asks when you come back with his food, continuing with the conversation where you left off.

"Do I look like a life coach to you?" You set down the food. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." Jeongguk grins at her. "And, no, but if I went to one they'd tell me what they think I want to hear, not what I need to hear."

You stare at him for a few seconds and he looks back unflinchingly. "Well," You press your lips together. "I guess you should start with why you want to change."

That makes Jeongguk falter. He can't very well say, 'so I can impress you, since my money doesn't seem too' and he thinks for a bit. "I have come to realise that maybe I treat people unfairly based on how much money they have. I would like to change that."

Your eyebrows goes up, "That's surprisingly deep, coming from you."

"I'm not swallow." He defends himself.

You nod complacently, "Right, well, the answer is easy but actually doing it, will all depend on you."

"What do I do?"

"Just, think before you say something. Ask yourself, can my words hurt this person?"

"And if they deserve it?" Jeongguk wonders.

"The right answer would be to still be considerate, because two wrongs don't make a right, but I hate being a hypocrite, so go for it, if they deserve it. I mean, it's not like I held back when you annoyed me." You gave a shrug. "I should go. We're not allowed to loiter at the tables."

Jeongguk wants to ask her to sit with him and keep him company some more, but he knows he would be setting himself up for rejection. Instead, he just looks at her with a half smile. "Just when I think I have you all figured out, you do or say something that proves me wrong."

"My mom always used to say, you can spend a lifetime with someone and still learn something new about them every day. People evolve everyday and you'll never be who you are right now, tomorrow again."

"She sounds like a wise woman." Jeongguk remarks.

You smile, nostalgia making your heart warm, "Yeah, she was."

"I'm sorry." Jeongguk says, catching onto the past tense. A lump forms in your throat out of nowhere.

"Thank you." You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat. You gave him a shaky smile, hoping he wouldn't notice. "See, you're doing better already."

Jeongguk did notice but decided not to call her out on it. He just smiled up at her softly, watching after her figure when she walks away.

***

"You know, if I didn't know that you come here everyday, I'd say you that you are stalking me." You teased Jeongguk when you go to take his order for the fifth time in a row. You've had a day off, inbetween, but when you showed up for your next shift, Jeongguk was there and everytime he's requested you. By now, whoever was on rotation for his table, just lets you know whenever he shows up.

"And how do you know that?" Jeongguk raises a curious eyebrow at you.

"I complained to Lee about you and she told me." You explain to him, mentally running over the menu in your head. Jeongguk told you on the third day to just order for him everytime. So, when you walk to his table under the guise of taking his order, the two of you just talk.

"Lee?" He inquires.

"She's my friend and another server here."

"Ah." Jeongguk nods in realisation. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"You can ask, but that doesn't guarantee I'll answer." You say, giving him a cheeky smile.

She has a beautiful smile, Jeongguk thinks to himself. He shakes himself out of his thoughts and looks her in the eyes, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

You frown down at him, finding the question odd. He's never asked anything too personal. Just normal things, what you're studying, what you do when you're not working. Sometimes you'll tell him a story of something dumb you did as a kid, but he'll never outright ask. "No."

A thought suddenly occurs to Jeongguk and he doesn't really want to ask because that'll destroy every hope he has but he needs to know. He quirks a brow at her, "Girlfriend?"

You snort at the question, "No, I'm straight. My cousin swings both ways though. Nearly gave his mom a stroke when he came out at our annual Christmas family dinner two years ago."

"Oh." Jeongguk wants to sag in relief, wants to let out a thankful cheer, but settles for just a small smile and letting out a breath of relief.

"Why are you asking?"

He does that little shrug that isn't really a shrug thing. "I was just wondering. You never really talk about one, or even someone you're interested in."

"Okay, if there was someone, why would I tell you?" You are teasing, but he doesn't know as you look at him blankly.

"I was just curious." Jeongguk huffs defensively.

"Yeah, yeah, settle down." You snicker. After a moment you say, "I guess I don't talk about it because there hasn't been anyone to talk about."

"Really?" Jeongguk beams up at you hopefully, eyes glittering.

"Really." You roll your eyes, but there was a slight warmth in your cheeks that wasn't there before.

***

Seven months and many short conversations later – in which you learnt many things about Jeongguk and vica versa – you walk up to his table with a smile, genuinely excited to see your sort of friend. The smile fades from your face when you lay eyes on him – his whole body was tense, you could tell even from a distance, he was glaring out the window, clenched fists laying on the table. Something wasn't right. You quicken your pace, concern swirling in your belly. You stop at his table, feeling your heartbeat quicken. "What's wrong?"

"None of your fucking business." He snaps at you, words so venomous it makes you take a step back in shock, but mostly hurt.

Jeongguk regrets the words the moment they're out because he didn't mean them. He doesn't want to fight or argue. He came to see her to feel better. Now he snapped at her. He waits, for whatever tongue lashing she is about to give him. He'd deserve it and he'll take it. But she says nothing. Somehow her silence was much worse than any insult she can hurl at him. Her face closes off, he watches it happen as her fingers tighten around the pen and notepad she uses to take orders, and panic sparks beneath his skin, overriding all the anger he feels.

No. His mind rebels against the thought immediately.

"What can I get for you today, Sir?" Her voice is perfectly polite as she asks the question, like it was the first time he met her. Until he made her snap after changing his order for a sixth time.

No, no, no, no, no! Not this. Anything but this. His heartbeat quickens.

Jeongguk was quickly turning frantic, "Y/N, please, I-"

"We have a lovely special today." She goes on as if he didn't speak, eyes void of the usual fire when she'd argue with him or the gentle warmth when she sometimes smiled at him and called him an idiot. It was the only times he ever liked being called an idiot.

He listens to her droning on about he specials, explaining them. Jeongguk's heart drops all the way down to his feet. It feels like someone pulled a rug from beneath his feet, and he is thrown off balance from the how utterly wrong it feels, how much it bothers him, hurts him, that she is talking to him like he is just another random customer. Like she hasn't told him how she got stuck in a tree, climbing after the neighbors cat. Playing with their cat because her parents never allowed pets.

A cold feeling of dread washes over him because Jeongguk has no idea to fix whatever he just fucked up.

***

You very almost cry when Jeongguk snaps at you, feeling irrationally hurt by his words. You shove it all down as you pull up your walls and shut him out to protect yourself. You serve him as quickly as possible, walking away without a friendly word.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jae smirks at you when you come back from serving Jeongguk.

You glare at her, not in the mood for dealing with her jealousy today. "No, just looking at your face is enough to put anyone in a bad mood."

Jae's eyes widened, fury spreading on her face. "You bitch!" She yells, raising a hand to slap you.

You smirk, catching her wrist easily. "Careful, just now you break a nail."

You let her go, walking away. You wait until you're in the bathroom, safely away from prying eyes in a locked stall, before letting you face crumple, only letting one tear escape before getting yourself under control.

You finish your shift, completely exhausted by the end of it – emotionally and physically. The last thing you have the energy for, is Jeongguk, so of course he's waiting for you at the personnel entrance and exit when you step outside. Intent on ignoring him, you pretend that you don't see him and you start walking in the direction of the train station.

Jeongguk follows you, apparently not easily deterred. "Will you just talk to me please?"

"What would you like me to say, Sir?" You ask in your most professional voice, looking ahead and not glancing at him.

"I'd like you to talk to me and stop treating me like I'm a customer." He says, sounding frustrated and desperate.

"You are a customer, Sir." You answer, still not looking at him.

"For fuck sakes, will you stop with the 'sir' already and talk to me like you used to?" Jeongguk all but explodes, stepping infront of you, and looking down at you for a change. It's startling, for a moment. You always look down at him when he sits at the table and it never occured to you that he's taller than you. He sets his hands on your shoulders (they're big and warm and you feel surprisingly safe, even when he squeezes slightly), frantic and desperate eyes looking into yours. "You don't even have to talk, you can yell or scream or shout for all I care, just please stop."

"You want me to talk? Fine." You glare up at him, shrugging out of his hold and taking a step back. He's way to close for comfort. "Look, I get I'm not exactly from the same side of town as you are, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of empathy. I'd bet that I have more empathy than most people you know. So, when someone I see as a kind of friend, snaps at me when I ask them what's wrong out of concern, when they could have said they don't want to talk about it, it hurts." You rant, a little out of breath. "Do you understand that? You hurt me."

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I am so sorry, you have no idea. I shouldn't have snapped at you and I regretted it the moment I did it. I was angry, and I know it isn't an excuse but it's the truth."

"Sorry isn't going to fix it," You say, voice edging on being too sharp. Your heart twists when his face falls. You soften a bit. "But it is a step in the right direction."

Jeongguk perks up, "What's another?"

"For starters, next time you don't want to talk about me, tell me instead of snapping at me." You give him a pointed glare, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jeongguk gives you an apologetic look, "Again, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to snap at you. I came to talk to you, hoping I'd calm down a bit. I had an ugly fight some dumbass that tried to sell low quality material to us and I took it out of you."

You are reminded of the fact that he is the heir to his father's multi-billion won international conglomerate and for some reason, it makes you sad. You smile at him, ignoring the sadness. "Well, you're forgiven but I'm not forgotting."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He grins cheekily. He paused for a moment, then smirks at you. "So, we're friends now?"

You groan, "I should have known that would come back to bit me I'm the ass."

***

A large bouquet of pink tulips is delivered to you the next morning. Inside is a card that reads:

Thank you for never giving up on me. -JJK

Lee whistles loudly when she sees them and your cheek burn. "Someone must really like you."

"It's from a friend." You say, ignoring the fluttering in your belly.

"My point still stands. Those are out of season, you know." She remarks.

You nod, "I know. They're my favourite."

You finish your shift with a smile on your face. Until your boss calls you into his office.

"Yes, Sir?" You ask, still smiling and the bouquet of flowers in your one hand, backpack up on your shoulders and ready to go home.

"Y/N. I'll get right to the point. There's been a complaint that you've been too friendly with one of our customers." He says bluntly.

You almost drop your flowers in shock, "What?"

"I'm sorry to do this, Y/N, but it is a direct violation of the contract you signed when you started here. Professionalism is our top priority. I have no choice but to fire you." He says, and he does look sorry as he holds out an envelope to you. "This is the week's wages. Again, I'm sorry. You are a good worker."

"You're firing me because of something someone accused me off?" You ask, indignant and a little angry. "You're not even going to ask me if I did it? And if I did it, why I didn't stop?"

"The accusation came from a very trustworthy customer that was concerned that our reputation might be damaged." Your manager says. "If it gets to the owner and he finds out I did nothing, I could loose my job."

You scoff, taking the envelope. If you didn't need the money, you'd have thrown it back in his face. "So, it's okay for me to loose mine?"

"I'm sorry."

"So am I." You say before turning around and leaving.

***

The first day she's not there, Jeongguk brushes it off, thinking she has the day off and forgot to tell him. The second day, he starts to worry, just a little. The third day, he almost thinks himself into a mental breakdown. The fourth day, he demands to see the manager.

"Mr. Jeon." The manager greets with a smile that was clearly fake. Jeongguk thought back to Y/N, who never smiled much but when she did, it was honest and pure and breathtaking. He misses it and would do whatever it takes to get it back.

"Where is Y/N?" He demands, voice and gaze equally cold and intimidating. It's a side of him that she broke through within minutes, digging up the real Jeongguk and pulling him to the surface. The past months, he's been able to breathe again, live instead of just existing, waiting for the next person that wants his money. But that cold and calculating side of him is still there.

The manager pales and Jeongguk's worry increases. Did something happen to her? The manager shifts on his feet but still doesn't answer. "If you don't answer me within the next five seconds, I will call the owner and ask him to answer me."

"S-she was fired." The man stutters out.

Jeongguk feels his stomach drop. She never outright said it but he knows she depends heavily on the income from this job. It worries him, because he has this urge to take care of her. He wants to give her as much money as she needs, for her to live comfortably, but he knows she wouldn't take it. He glares at the manager, "Why?"

"Someone filed a complaint against her. She was getting to friendly with y-you." The manager says, looking a little terrified.

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, "And instead of asking me if I have a problem with it, you fired her?"

"Her contract says-"

Jeongguk stands up, towering over the man in height and size. "I don't give a shit what her contract says. How many times have I filed a complaint when the servers made me inappropriate offers and crude suggestions? I never once complained about her."

Jeongguk doesn't give the manager anymore time to do anything other than letting out a squeak before turning around and leaving the restaurant.

***

Five days after you were fired, you started too feel it. The absence of Jeongguk's presence. At first, you didn't notice it. To wrapped up in finding another job, worried about money and going to classes to think about it. But today is Sunday and the diner you found a temporary job at two days ago, is closed on Sundays. It's crappy pay and not alot of hours either but it was something and it'll help until you could get something else.

You lay on your bed, listening to your mom vacuuming the living room. University housing was expensive and you'd rather live at home and save the money than having even more debt. You laze the day away, knowing that none of the projects you have, is due that Monday. Your thoughts drift back to Jeongguk, like it always does. You honestly didn't think you'd end up missing him this much.

You like him, so fucking much. You figured it out a long time ago. You also know that you come from two different worlds. You are fine with that, you accepted it and you were content to be his friend.

Now he's completely gone from your life. Ripped out of it without warning.

You go to your classes the next day. In your last one, you doodle absentmindedly on the corner of your notebook, only half listening to the Professor. When the class is over, you look at what you drew and then groan out loud. Jeongguk's initials. Of fucking course. You scoff to yourself, leaving the class and then the building. You want to go home and sulk in privacy.

Outside, the sun was shining and you stood still for a moment, soaking in the warmth.

"Y/N!" A voice yelled your name and your head whips in the direction because you know that voice. You look, eyes searching desperately because you are so sure it was his voice. You're not hallucinating and- and there he is, running over to you.

"Jeongguk? What are you doing here?" You ask when he stops infront of you, completely bewildered.

He looks panicked and frantic. Like that day he snapped at you. He grips your shoulders, the hold almost painful. "You weren't there. I went to the restaurant and you weren't there and the manager told me you were fired and-"

"Jeongguk, stop. Breathe." You say, reaching up to hold onto his wrists, lightly rubbing your thumbs over the inside of his wrists. You wait until his grip loosens, until he was holding instead of gripping. "How did you find me?"

"You told me where you go to school one day." He answers off handedly, eyes scanning over your face, almost as if memorising the little details. Guilt flashes on his face, "I'm sorry you were fired."

You laugh at his words, removing his hands from your shoulders because it was getting a little too intimate, your heartbeat speeding up. "You know, half the time I see you, you end up apologizing to me."

"Hey, it's weird for me too." Jeongguk pouts and you have this urge to rise on your tiptoes and kiss it. "I'm not used to apologizing."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not angry." You wave him off.

"Can we talk?" He pleads and you agree immediately because you missed him so much.

"Yeah, there's a park nearby."

"Scared to be seen with me?" He teases with a smirk, and for a moment it's like nothing has changed.

You snort, "Don't you know? The walls has ears and Twitter accounts."

Jeongguk laughs, loud and unrestrained, throwing his head back. You couldn't help but smile. "This way."

You guide him to the park. It wasn't very big, and not a lot of people came here either, so it was perfect to talk. You each sit down on a swing.

"What are you gonna do now?" Jeongguk asks.

You shrug, "No clue, but I'll figure something out."

A guilty look spreads on his face again, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have-"

You cut him off, "Shouldn't have what? Let a server talk back to you? Yeah, probably not but we both enjoyed it, so it's on you as much it is on you. More on me though, because it was my responsibility as an employee to treat you with respect."

"You did," Jeongguk says immediately, sincerely. "Even when you were at your most brutally honest moments."

You give him a slight smile. "Well, fun as it was, it seems our path has come to an end."

"Why?" Jeongguk frowns heavily at you.

"Huh?"

Jeongguk looks you in the eye, gaze piercing. "Why does it have to end?"

You snorted, thinking he was messing with you but his eyes were completely serious. You answer in a matter-of-fact tone, "Because you're you and I'm me. Besides, most of the time we argued."

"Y/N." He says your name like it is his greatest wish. He stands up from his swing, making his way infront of you and pulled you to your feet. He looks at you, eyes impossibly fond, "That wasn't arguing. It was banter. If you think that's arguing, you probably think my parents goes to war every now and again." He smiles, a little nervous. "And foe the record, I would rather argue with you for the rest of my life than ever kiss another girl again."

Your mouth drops open in shock, and you really don't know what the fuck to make of that. "I-"

He cuts you off, "And I don't want this to be over."

Silence falls between you two. You stare at him, he stares back. Until, finally, you blurt, "I don't know what to say."

Jeongguk is a little bit disappointed, but not surprised in the slightest. At least it isn't an outright rejection. "You don't have to say anything. Just answer one question."

"Okay?"

"Would you want to date me?" You choke on thin air from shock. That means that he feels the same way as you do, right? Happiness makes your blood sing. Then it sinks in and reality comes back to you. Your happiness evaporates and you swallow thickly. You open your mouth to tell him 'no', but once again Jeongguk cuts you off before you could say something. "Forget about our social status, forget about what people would say and think about me and you. Together. Really think about it. I have, and I think we could work, if you gave it a chance."

"And if it doesn't work?" You ask softly, vulnerable in a way you've never been before. Distantly you wonder how he knew what you were thinking.

"Then at least we can say we tried." He shrugs.

You look down at the ground, wanting to think without looking at him, into those mesmerizing eyes of his. He could ask you to commit murder, and chances are that you'll do it if he looks at you long enough. When did you become so completely gone for him? You think about it, but there was never a moment where you realised, this is the person I like. Maybe . . . maybe it's because you've always liked him. Right from the start, even when he was infuriating. The thought is startling, but you aren't scared by it. It's more like another piece of the puzzle between you and Jeongguk has fallen into place. But there is the problem of your different social statuses. Yeah, Jeongguk said forget about it, but for how long? If you try and this does work out, then eventually you'll have to face the reality of everything that comes with being together. Somehow that scares you more than if it doesn't work.

You look back up at him, and you know – despite all your worries and doubts – it was never really a choice because you choose Jeongguk the moment you chose to accept his offer of being honest all those months ago. "Okay."

Jeongguk looks like he's ready to argue, "I-" You watch as your answer sinks in. The stunned expression almost makes you laugh, "What?"

"Did you want me to say no?" You give him an amused look, smile curling the corners of your lips upwards.

His eyes widens and he shakes his head frantically, "No, no, no, I just wasn't expecting you to say yes to quickly."

"That makes two of us." You admit. Jeongguk is right though, better to try and either fail or succeed, or never try and forever wonder what if. You smile up at him, heart soaring happily. "You make a good case. You should have become a lawyer."

Jeongguk's eyes light up, "Just wait until you hear the case I have to make on why we should kiss."

"Tell you what, if you kiss me within the next three seconds, you don't have to make a case at all." You bargained with a grin.

Jeongguk didn't need to be told twice. He leaned close and kissed you, slow and deep, one hand slipping into your hair and the other curling around your waist, pulling you close to him. He breaks the kiss, licking his lips and your eyes are drawn to the action. You lick your own lips, liking the taste of him. His voice is deep and rough, his cheeks flushed, when he asks, "Want to go get something to drink?"

"Yeah," You nod with a goofy smile, your own cheeks also flushed, feeling like you might float away at any second. "I could go for a smoothie."

"I love smoothies." Jeongguk grins back at you, taking your hand, lacing your fingers. His other hand was still wrapped around your waist and hold you close.

An old question flashes across your mind as you run your hands up his chest, liking the strong, study feel of it, until you can lock your arms around his neck. "You know, I've been meaning to ask."

"Mmm?" Jeongguk hummed in acknowledgement, showing that he was listening.

"Why didn't you get me fired that first day?" You ask, aware that you are suppose to be getting smoothies but it could wait for a bit.

Jeongguk had been expecting this question for a while, and had come up with an answer a long time ago. He looks down at her with all he feels for her, a content smile on his lips.

"Because you were the first honest person I have met in years. Because you put me in my place without thinking twice. Because when you glared down at me after I changed my order for the sixth time, there was a fire in your eyes that woke something inside of me that I couldn't control. Not then and not now." He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers, the gesture shy and intimate. "Because the fact is, you had me at 'indecisive snot'."

the end.

A/N: Tumblr and it's 250 box limit will be the death of me, I swear. I get it, I do. But come on! This very almost didn't fit, I had to edit and mush several chapters into one. Eventually it fit, but NEVER AGAIN! It was exhausting and time consuming. I'll rather split it again, like I did with two of my other fics. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. This took me a while with all the editing. Purple hearts for all of you!! -Kayla.

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she's all yours | okuyasu x reader

summary: unlike his partner in crime, Okuyasu lacked experience in the dating field. Once he believes that he may have a chance with his crush, his best friend begins to get in the way.

words: 1.8k

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, modern AU (basically just phones being involved), tiny bit of angst, fluff, and cursing.

He was staring again. The poor 16-year-old boy couldn't help but notice every single detail about her: the slight tilt in her walk whenever she went up the stairs, how she would tie her shoes, and the unfortunate glint of light in her eyes whenever she spoke with his best friend.

Y/n L/n was someone extremely special to him (whether she knew it or not). She could read his expressions so clearly, sometimes knowing more about Okuyasu than Okuyasu did himself. The emotions he couldn't quite put his finger on, she always had an answer to. At times, he felt undeserving of the friendship he had with her. After coming to terms with his developing feelings for the girl, of course she began to get closer with his best friend.

He was painfully aware of the difference in treatment he received compared to Josuke. While Josuke could be referenced as Morioh's pretty-boy delinquent, Okuyasu was more like the intimidating ruffian that stood by his side. Obviously, Y/n did not think of Okuyasu in that way, but her perception of him didn't matter if he was considered nothing more than a friend.

"Hey," Josuke called out, concerned for his friend.

"Y-Yeah?" Okuyasu stuttered, trying to regain his thoughts.

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Okuyasu silently thanked Y/n for standing in a crowd with other students. If she stood any further from the school's front entrance, it would've been easy for Josuke to pinpoint who he was eyeing.

"Nothing, really. Just thought I saw a cute girl."

Josuke shrugged his shoulders, repositioning himself so his back laid more comfortably against the tree. "Well, if you do see one, ask 'em out or somethin'. I wanna see you have your first kiss before we graduate," he chuckled.

"Mhm, yup," Okuyasu responded, eyes now glued to the grass he was sitting on. He was about to spew out a self-deprecating joke but stopped himself once he noticed Y/n approaching the two of them. Immediately, he recognized Josuke's energy shift from disinterest to eagerness.

"Y/n!" Josuke cheerfully said, waving at the girl.

"Hi, you two!" she waved back. Once coming close enough, she sat down along with the boys, her knees lacing together in a criss-cross position. Because of the short distance between her and Okuyasu, the boy could smell the flowery essence emitting off of her body. He wasn't too fond of fragrances, but the one Y/n had was light and sweet-- perfectly suiting her personality.

Before he knew it, Okuyasu was staring again. The only thing that got him to snap back into reality was the cry of laughter Y/n let out after Josuke made a funny remark.

"Did you hear that Okuyasu?" Y/n choked out, leaning back with both hands on her stomach.

"Y-Yeah." Okuyasu fake laughed, really having no clue what the hell was going on.

"God," Y/n sighed as she wiped off the faint tears forming in her eyes. "I wish I could hang out with you guys a bit longer, but I just wanted to drop by and say hi. I gotta help out with some chores tonight."

"It's all good," Josuke smiled. "But only if you promise to call me tonight."

The girl rolled her eyes while getting up from the ground. "We'll have to see about that, Jojo!" She then stuck her tongue out before scurrying off to her house.

Josuke chuckled, slowly placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?" he said, eyes glued to the girl's figure in the distance.

"Yeah, she sure is."

* * *

Okuyasu could remember the first time he met her as clear as day: his hands were tucked deep into his pockets, feet dragging along the sidewalk while he was on his way to school. Unlike his regular routine, Josuke was unable to walk with him due to an argument breaking out between him and his mother. It seemed like a bummer at the moment, but maybe it was actually a blessing in disguise.

"Fuck!"

In front of Okuyasu's feet laid a girl. Her uniform was stained with a bright red juice and its can rolled next to her. He didn't recall exactly what happened, but he did feel someone's face hit his chest before hearing a thud.

"I didn't get any on you, did I?" the girl asked with panic.

Okuyasu, hands still in his pockets, shook his head. "Mnn. Don't think you did."

"Okay, thank God. These stains are so hard to get rid of."

That was one of the first things that Okuyasu remembered from Y/n. Her casual way of talking was enough to make any stranger feel like a good friend. Something about this girl piqued his interest.

"Guess it's not your first time, huh?" he hummed.

"You'd think I'd learn my lesson after the third time."

After the small accident, Okuyasu took the girl to the laundromat. Classes would begin in any minute, but neither one of the pair minded skipping it.

"Oi, what're you gonna be wearin' in the meantime? Don'tcha think the teacher's gonna kick your ass for showing up like that?" Okuyasu pointed at the revealing tank top she wore.

"Yeah, definitely. That's why you should totally let me borrow your top," she winked.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself. I don't even have a clue on what your name is."

"L/n." she replied crassly. "It's Y/n L/n."

That was several months ago. Since then, their relationship started to significantly grow. From sending short texts to sharing a few inside jokes, to hanging out every other day after school. In Okuyasu's eyes, it was inevitable for him to fall for a girl like her.

Right before he could spill about his crush to his best friend, Josuke had already introduced himself to her. It crushed Okuyasu to see the girl he loves slowly start to move on from him-- to his own best friend nevertheless.

All of his frustrations were best to be kept to himself. No way could he express his jealousy to Josuke or Y/n. Out of all the girls that fawned over Josuke, why did she have to be one of them?

**Brring**

Okuyasu rolled his body to the other side of his bed. On a nightstand was his phone that rang. The alarm was just loud enough to break through the pessimistic thoughts roaring through his brain.

"Who's this?" he asked, too lazy to check the contact number.

"It's me, Okuyasu! Why, is it that hard to use a second of your time to check the contact name?"

He recognized that voice anywhere. It was her.

"Aw, look. I was in bed, alright?" he smiled, feeling his mood change immediately after speaking with her.

A small giggle echoed from the other end of the phone. "Alright! I wasn't here to nag you all night anyways." The girl then cleared her throat with a cough before soon speaking again. "I was thinking we should hang out tomorrow. For ice cream, maybe. Just us."

Small butterflies began to form in his stomach from hearing the last sentence. "Just us" had never sounded better.

"Sounds good to me."

"Great!" she nearly interrupted. "A-Ah, sorry! I just got excited. It feels like we've been parting ways the past couple of weeks, but I promise tomorrow's gonna make up for it!"

"It's alright," Okuyasu sighed. "See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow!" she repeated.

* * *

Was it just Okuyasu or did she look way cuter today? The makeup she wore differed from the one she usually had on, her accessories managed to compliment her eyes even more, and she even put an effort into customizing her uniform like Josuke and Okuyasu despite expressing her laziness multiple times. She looked like an absolute doll.

"Hmph." She huffed. "You've been doing that a lot lately," she said flatly.

"Doing what?"

"Staring at me like I'm some crazy person."

Okuyasu internally panicked for a few seconds but composed himself. "You just look pretty lately, that's all."

He expected a cheeky comeback in return but was left with a bashful smile from her instead.

"Let's just hurry up and get ice cream..." she said, eyes faced to the ground.

Okuyasu nodded at her suggestion and began to walk, making sure his pace wasn't too fast for Y/n. He'd occasionally give a glance at her direction to know if he was walking at a comfortable speed for her.

Several minutes of walking and a few casual conversations later, the duo made it to the ice cream shop. Y/n ordered a mix of her two favourite flavours while Okuyasu ordered two scoops of mocha almond fudge. Feeling a bit more gentleman-like today, Okuyasu insisted on paying for the both of them.

"Thanks for the ice cream!" the girl said, taking a small lick of the cone. "I feel like the more I hang out with you, the more things I owe you back," she chuckled as the two left the shop.

"Don't sweat it. Hangin' out with you's enough for me." Okuyasu smiled.

"Ah, really?" she blushed. "That's... really sweet of you."

There she did it again. No witty comeback. Just a flustered reply.

"Somethin' up with you? Eat something bad today?" he asked.

"Hm?"

"You're just actin' a bit different, that's all. Not sayin' it's bad though. I kinda like it." Okuyasu continued to walk on the sidewalk but stopped once he realized Y/n was frozen still. "Hey, you comin'?"

Y/n began to slowly jog her way to Okuyasu. When she caught up with him, she paused once more, now looking into the young boy's eyes. "I feel like you don't hear yourself talk sometimes," she said. "I can't tell if you're flirting or you're just naturally this oblivious."

He didn't know how to respond. He was starting to get nervous from how close their faces were. If he wanted to, he could practically count each beauty mark on her face.

"Well?" she said.

"Well..." Okuyasu tried to come up with something but found himself paying more attention to the girl's lips. They looked plush and soft with a slight glossy coat from the ice cream.

Eventually, the girl noticed where he was looking at. Slowly, she closed the already small gap between the two.

"Okuyasu," she breathed out with a gentle tone. "I really like you."

"I-" he stuttered. "Not Josuke?"

"Josuke?" She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled. "I don't know what you think is going on between us, but it's not that. He's not exactly my type either."

Okuyasu couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything back, he felt her lips against his right cheek. It was a delicate kiss. Maybe a bit sticky, but it made his heart do several backflips nevertheless.

Once her lips left his skin, she stood awkwardly in front of him. The way she looked up at his eyes with that lovestruck gaze made Okuyasu realize something he didn't before: he wouldn't need to jealous of other guys. It was clear that Y/n L/n was all his.

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