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north//chapter six

a new chapter in honor of me starting school tomorrow :( this is another filler chapter (but it’s important later on!!) and the plot picks up in the next chapter, I promise!

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: season nine spencer reid x female oc

warnings: none

word count: 5.9k

AMELIA

ONE MONTH LATER

Spencer is constantly talking about his job. He loves working for the BAU more than anything. The work he does is taxing but he loves helping people and he will continue to help, even if it means he spends hours upon hours working his ass off. Frankly, he spends more time working than he should but he does it because he loves it.

However, he often tells me that his office is a bit dull in the appearance department. He has told me about the piles of books that cover most of his desk and the two picture frames, containing a picture of him with his mom and then one with his godson. Besides those things, though, there is nothing else to bring him comfort when he is sitting down and finishing his mountain of paperwork. His dull desk echoes the dull colors in the bullpen. Maybe that's on him and his lack of design skills, but that doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t have any design influence from a third party. I want him to have something uplifting and positive when he sits at his desk, and I decided that I would make this happen. I’m sure Spencer doesn’t pay much attention to the sad colors of his desk when he’s working, but that doesn’t mean it won’t weigh on my mind until I know I’ve done something to brighten his desk.

I devise a plan after a date night when Spencer tells me about how boring it is to sit at his desk for hours and do paperwork. So when Spencer tells me the team is on the last day of the case they're working on, I throw on my boots and head to Quantico.

The building is incredibly intimidating at first because the building is humungous and, of course, I've never been here before and I have no clue where I’m supposed to go. But I park my car and grab my backpack, and I'm only wandering around the parking lot for a few minutes before I finally find the entrance. I’ve never felt more out of place in my jeans and white blouse in the sea of pantsuits, but I ignore that and walk up to the receptionist, signing in to get a visitor pass.

"Here to visit someone?" The receptionist smiles at me, and I sneak a look at her nametag that says her name is Jeannie.

"Yeah," I say as I scribble down my name. "Well, kinda," Jeannie hands me the visitor pass and points to the top of her shirt to tell me to clip mine to the neckline of my blouse. "My boyfriend is coming home from a case today so I wanted to leave him something to cheer him up."

"That's really sweet of you. He's a lucky guy," Jeannie smiles at me. "I'll see you on your way out."

I give her another smile before heading over to the elevator, and thankfully I get in alone because I'd be far too intimidated if I was in an elevator with real FBI agents. Okay, yes, I'm dating an FBI agent, but Spencer is really just a teddy bear and he doesn’t even wear suits to work. He doesn’t even leave his gun in his holster when he’s with me and he doesn’t parade it around and internalize the power a gun usually provides someone. It’s not like I’ve never seen or even held a gun before, but it’s refreshing that he doesn’t flaunt his gun.

I step out on the sixth floor and come face to face with the bullpen that I've heard so much about. I dodge a few scurrying people and pull open the glass doors and quickly realize that I have no idea where Spencer's desk is. It didn’t cross my mind until now that the bullpen would have more than just one desk. So I stare out over the banister for a moment before locating the pile of books I've heard about. I hurry down the small set of stairs and pass a few confused agents who can tell I clearly don't belong here. But, once more, I ignore their stares and walk over to Spencer's desk, and to my expectations, it's exactly how he described it- dull.

I reach into my backpack and pull out a picture frame, setting it beside his computer. I debated on leaving a picture of me because I know talking to me brings him comfort after a hard case so maybe seeing a picture of me might help too. But I know he hasn't told his coworkers about us yet and I don't want to put anything on his desk to make him uncomfortable. So instead of leaving just a picture of me, I made him a small piece of art with my signature on the bottom corner. He seemed to really like the small amount of art I’ve shown him so I figured that a piece of my art would be a viable replacement for a photo of me.

The next thing I leave one Spencer’s desk is a small tin filled with the last of the Christmas cookies we made together, tucking it right under his computer. I've realized that he sometimes goes without eating, especially during his long workdays, so having a snack readily available is a good idea. Then I grab a post-it from the top drawer and a sharpie, scribbling a message that reads pinky promise with a heart next to it and sticking it to the bottom of his computer. It's out of immediate sight of any prying eyes, and even though Spencer has probably never used this computer before, it’s right beside his books that I’m sure he uses every day. A post-it note from me isn’t much, but I hope it is enough.

"Who are you?" I hear a voice behind me as I'm flattening a note-so-sticky corner of the post-it onto the computer.

I whip myself around, expecting to see literally anyone other than the person I find. I'm expecting to see a woman in a pantsuit with her arms crossed and her brows furrowed, ready to scold an out-of-place 25 year old for being in a government building unsupervised. But I come face to face with a woman who has blonde hair brighter than mine, a headband with two pink puff balls on them, an outfit filled with bright colors and contrasting patterns, and heels higher than anything my ankles could handle. She's holding an octopus mug, and I can smell the lavender tea from here, and she's not wearing an ID badge like all the pantsuit-wearers are. She doesn’t even look like she’s about to scold me for creeping around a federal agent’s desk, but rather, she looks curious.

"I'm Amelia," I give her the sweetest smile I can conjure up.

The woman squints her eyes suspiciously, and tilts her head to look behind me. "And why are you going through Boy Wonder's desk?" I laugh at the nickname and tuck it into the back of my brain for later use. "You only have a visitor badge on and I've never seen you before and I've never heard your name."

"I wasn't going through his desk," I say, stepping aside and gesture to the tin of cookies, but don’t bring attention to the two other things I have left. "I was just leaving him something for when he gets back from the case to cheer him up, that's all.”

"Hmm, that’s really sweet actually," she hums, inspecting the desk once more. But then she shrugs her shoulders and takes a step closer to me, jutting her hand outwards. "Well, I'm Penelope Garcia, technical analyst for the BAU.”

"Oh," I shake her hand with a growing smile, "I've heard a lot about you."

Penelope's eyes widen, hand clutching mine in the mid-air, no longer shaking. "Spencer? He’s told you about me?"

"He's told me about the whole team, actually!”

"Wait, wait," she abruptly puts down her cup of tea on Spencer’s desk and holds her hands out in front of her, her eyes somehow getting even wider, "I don't need to be a profiler to fit the pieces together. You're here and bringing Reid things for his desk to cheer him up, which, again, is so super sweet. And you're bringing him Christmas cookies and he was watching The Polar Express on Christmas and he never watches movies like that. And he's been wildly happy the last few months and oh my god, you guys are totally dating! You're totally Spencer's girlfriend!" Penelope doesn't even wait for my answer before throwing her arms around my shoulders and pulling me into an embrace. "I'm a hugger and I hope you're a hugger."

"I'm a hugger, don't worry.”

Penelope pulls away from our hug and then gasps, grabbing onto my cheeks with a grip that might be a little too tight. "Your hair! The braids! It's beautiful! I could never do braids like this! I'm so jealous!"

"It takes a lot of practice. I could braid your hair for you, if you want," I offer. "I don't have anywhere to be until Spencer gets back."

"Ooh, I smell a date night!" Penelope bounces up and down on her toes, grabbing onto my hands and starting to tug me out of the bullpen. "That's adorable and I'm taking you up on your offer. Let's go, I'm taking you into my lair. I've got music and snacks and lots of fun things and it'll be awesome."

Penelope leads me back out the glass doors and down the hall, through a gray door and into a room filled with stuffed animals and many computers. It doesn’t look like anything anyone would expect to see in an FBI agent’s office, but I’m gathering that Penelope is a different type of agent than the too-serious pantsuit-wearers

"I've got some hair ties here," Penelope pulls open a random desk drawer and pulls out a bin of different sized hair ties. Then she twists around and opens a bigger drawer, revealing a whole hoard of snacks. I can’t help but laugh as I reach in and pull out a bag of chips. "I'm usually in here for hours upon hours so it's imperative that I have good snacks," Penelope says, spinning around in her chair to put her back to me. "Okay, Miss Amelia, make me beautiful with your magical braiding fingers!"

"You're already beautiful, Miss Garcia," I quip, running my fingers through her hair to get out the few knots she has in her perfectly curled hair.

"You flatter me, Miss-I-Don't-Know-Your-Last-Name. I should do a background check on you," Garcia suddenly says and then starts typing on her computer. "I do it for everyone's boyfriend or girlfriend on the team, don't worry. It’s my own mandatory procedure to protect my bestest friends and make sure nothing hinky is going on with their significant others."

It becomes hard to breathe for a moment as I struggle to swallow the lump that forms in my throat. I nod slowly as a way to calm myself down, chewing on my bottom lip as my chest starts to tighten. "My, um,” I gulp one more time but the lump doesn’t slide down my throat, “my last name is Stark."

"Even your name is perfect, it’s so unfair. Amelia Stark. Sounds like a stage name," Penelope quips, typing my name into some fancy FBI search engine. Some pages pop up when she types in my name, and the first thing on the screen is my website, filled with pictures of my artwork from through the years. "You're an artist! I could tell that from your tattoos, which I love, by the way. I love your artwork. If I could afford any of your work, I would totally get it because everything is so beautiful."

"Oh, thanks," I laugh as a way to distract myself from the following files on her computer, and I try to still my trembling fingers by slowing down my braiding, making sure each braid is tight and not bumpy and beautiful looking.

Penelope exits my website and starts looking at a new file. "You're a-" she is abruptly cut off, thankfully, by a high pitched beeping sound, "oh! That's the team! They wanna video chat from the jet!"

The trembling in my hands only worsens at this. My hands still and my eyes widen. "You're the only one who knows about me and Spencer and I think he wanted to keep it a secret for a little while longer.”

"They can't see your face from where your standing. Just keep standing where you are. And keep braiding!” Penelope instructs me quickly then answers the video chat. I keep my hands braiding as I watch the faces of the members of the BAU pop up. I observe all the team members and their positions on the jet. There’s a blonde woman who, by process of elimination of the blondes I have been told about, I conclude is JJ, the mother of Spencer’s godson. A brunette is beside JJ and I recognize her as Alex Blake. Derek Morgan is behind them, deep in conversation with someone whose face is blocked by the headrest of a seat. "How are my favorite crime fighters? How can I be of service on your trip home?"

"Garcia," a hard-faced man says, and I catch sight of Spencer beside him. I watch as he squints his eyes and leans closer to the screen and I wonder if he recognizes me from just a shot of my chin to my hips. Well, he must recognize me because my tattoos are perfectly displayed and he obviously knows what they look like. "We're an hour away from Quantico but when we get back can you make sure to have Anderson put that box of case files in my office?"

"Of course, Sir," Garcia answers and types something on her computer. "Is that all?" She's giggling through her words, letting her head get pulled and tugged when I include new hair in the braid.

Hotch squints at the camera the same way Spencer did, leaning closer to the screen. "Garcia, who is that with you? She's got a visitor pass."

"Just my friend, Hotch!" Garcia answers far too quickly for it to be a truth, and it actually makes me choke out a laugh. "She's just braiding my hair because she has magical fingers!"

Hotch doesn't look too convinced but sits back in his seat and looks at whatever is in his hand. "I need you to run a background check on someone for me."

"My technologically magical fingers are ready. I’m not the only one with magical fingers," Garcia, thankfully, exits out of my background check and begins a new one. I have to hold back a sigh of relief as the lingering fear in my body seems to dissipate, but my fingers don’t stop shaking and my heartbeat doesn’t slow down. Hotch gives Penelope a name and she starts typing, then starts rambling off all these gross things this guy has done. I scrunch up my nose and try to ignore what she's saying. "Are you still coming home or did you get another case?"

"We're still coming home," Blake answers.

"This is for a consult which is why it's important that Anderson get those case files into my office," Hotch gives her a pointed look and a nod of his head before returning his attention to the file in his hands.

"Of course. I just emailed him." Garcia says.

"Hey," JJ speaks up and becomes the third team member to move closer to the screen, "none of us know your name or who you are but I really like your shirt!"

It takes me a moment to recognize that she is talking to me and not Penelope. "Oh, thanks!”

"Does anyone need anything else?" Garcia asks the team. "No? Awesome, I will see all your lovely faces when you get back. Are we going out for drinks?"

"I'm game for drinks," Morgan shouts.

"Me too," Blake grins, turning around to high five Morgan.

"I actually can't," Spencer speaks up, and, I swear, Penelope almost bursts from excitement. "I have plans. Sorry guys, maybe next week."

"Pretty boy's got plans?" Morgan teases, leaning over the chair to ruffle Spencer's hair. Spencer grimaces and fixes his hair, swatting Morgan’s hand away when he tries to mess it up again. His pouty face makes me smile and I lift my chin out of the frame to shield my smitten smile from the team of expert profilers.

"Yeah, I do," Spencer responds, trying to return his attention to the book in his hand, but Penelope knows that Spencer and I are supposed to have a ‘date night’ tonight so she takes this golden opportunity to tease.

"And what are these majestic plans, Doctor?" Penelope grins and she hands me a hair tie when I gesture that I need one.

Spencer glances up at the camera and then back at his book, concealing a smirk. "Don't worry about it."

The team oohs and ahhs, knowing Spencer is hiding something, and it warms my heart to see him interacting with his best friends. Even though they're teasing him, he's grinning and he’s blushing and he looks so gorgeous. I haven’t really gotten the pleasure of seeing him react with someone other than me so seeing it now makes me fall even harder for him.

"I have no clue what's going on here," Hotch says, silencing everyone, "but make sure you get that stuff done."

"Will do, Sir," Penelope salutes to her boss.

"And track Reid's credit card so we know where he goes tonight," Hotch smirks, and the last thing I hear before the video ends is Spencer groaning.

"We love Spencer," Penelope sighs dramatically, wiggling in her chair as I finish up with her braids. "We tease him but we love him so much."

"I can tell you guys do," I tie off the end of the braid and pin it in place, admiring my work. "There, done."

Penelope materializes a hand mirror and gasps when she sees her hair, turning her head to see every angle she can. "This is amazing! How'd you get so good at this?"

I wring my hands together as I pull away already reaching for the backpack that I had placed on another desk, and the strap slides out of my shaky fingers at first. "Um, a lot of practice. I used to braids my sister’s hair all the time when I lived at home. And honestly, Penelope, I should run before the team gets back."

"You definitely should," she jumps out of her chair and pulls me into another hug. "Thank you so much for doing my hair. And thank you for making Spencer so happy. It sounds cheesy but he really has been a million times happier, it's like he carries the sunshine with him and I guess that sunshine is you." I choke on an answer to her compliment but she doesn’t give me any time to come up with an appropriate response to her. "Can I at least have your number before you go? You know, just in case. And in case I'm having a super rare bad hair day and I need to stop at your house before work."

I hastily pull my phone out of my pocket and hand it over to her. "Yeah, of course," Penelope puts her number into my contacts and sends herself a text before handing it back to me. "It was really lovely to meet you, even if it was by accident."

"And it was wonderful to meet you. If anyone's dating our resident genius then I'm glad it's you. I have to say, I didn’t picture Spencer with someone who has tattoos and piercings but I really, really like you. I’m glad you’re dating him," Penelope leads me out of her office and over to the elevator, pressing the down button for me.

"I think that was a compliment so I'm just gonna say thank you,” the elevator rises too slow for my liking, and I find myself starting to shuffle back and forth on my feet and tug on my shaking fingers. “Hey, could you just make sure Spencer stops by his desk before he leaves? I would really appreciate that.”

“Can do,” she salutes to me the same way she did to Hotch as I step through the elevator doors before they are all the way open. “I can’t wait to see you soon. Have fun on your date night!”

///

SPENCER

///

Everyone is chatting on the elevator ride up but I’m silent, my hand shoved in my pocket, waiting for my phone to buzz with a text from Amelia. I expected some sort of text from her, especially after she saw me on the video call with Penelope. But I didn’t get any texts or calls from her so I just assume she is busy and I can ask her about her secret trip to the BAU when I see her later.

"So you're really not coming tonight?" Alex asks as we leave the elevator.

"No, I'm not. I really do have plans," I repeat, getting unconvinced looks from the whole team. Morgan holds the door for everyone as we step in and head to our desks, either loading or unloading our bags. I take a step towards my desk but before I can get more than a foot closer to it, Garcia comes barreling through the opened doors just before Morgan closes them.

“Hello, lovely friends!” She exclaims, somehow speaking louder than her normal excited voice. “I’m so glad you’re back, all safe and sound.”

Morgan chuckles, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “You-”

“Reid,” Penelope completely cuts off Morgan, and everyone’s eyes dart between me and her, “You should totally go to your desk before you leave. Okay, see you guys later.” With those rushed and frantic words, she turns on her heels and bolts back out of the glass doors.

“Well then,” JJ laughs, becoming the first to break away from the group and head to her desk, “that was weird, even by Penelope’s standards.”

Completely and utterly confused, I turn and walk towards my desk. My feet still on the carpet before I even get to my desk, though, because I first notice that my chair is out of place. It's pulled out a little bit- I always make sure to push it all the way in before I leave- and when I go to push it back under the desk, I find Garcia's lipstick-stained mug. When my eyes get drawn away from the mug, I find a new picture frame beside my computer with a piece of artwork that I quickly recognize to be Amelia’s. A huge grin comes to my face. So this is what Amelia was doing here.

With the stupidest of smiles on my face, I inspect the rest of my desk, hoping to find another surprise from my goddess of a girlfriend. And, to my elation, I find a familiar tin under my computer, and when I pull off the top to see what is inside, I discover the rest of our Christmas cookies. And when I turn the top of the tin over, I find a post-it note in Amelia's handwriting.

for when you forget to eat during cases -A.S

Her calligraphic handwriting is so beautiful. My heart is pounding and I swear I could cry as I put the top back on, wanting to preserve the freshness of the cookies for as long as I can, and set the tin back where Amelia had intended it to be. I grab Garcia's mug and I'm about to turn to return it to her when I catch sight of the other post-it stuck to my computer.

"What's that?" JJ is suddenly at my side, making me jump. "Pinky promise? What does that mean?"

My stupid smile has never been bigger. There’s no suppressing my joy now. "Not important. Have a good night. See you tomorrow."

I head past her and out the glass door, walking quickly to Garcia's door and knocking, barely waiting for an answer before entering. She's spinning around in her chair when I enter, squealing when she sees me. "Come give me a hug, you!" She jumps up and throws her arms around my shoulders, completely ignoring her mug, and my aversion to touch, but I don’t care at this moment. "I absolutely love her. She's sweet and she clearly cares about you if she came here to bring you cookies and leave you cute messages to make you happy after cases. Plus she braided my hair! Look!" Garcia pulls away and points to her head, showing me a braided hairstyle that I have seen Amelia wear many times. Most notably, our sixth coffee date. "I’m kind of already in love with her so it’s understandable that you are too!"

Penelope’s choice of such strong words jolts me back to reality, but I don’t have it in me to correct her. Correcting her use of the word love feels wrong. "Well, I'm glad you like her," I hand Garcia's mug back to her and she hurries to add it back to her collection of stuffed animals and knick-knacks. "And if you could just-"

"Keep it a secret? You got it! I'll zip my lips and I'll throw away the key. Your super juicy and cute and adorable and loving secret is safe in the lair with me," Garcia grins. "Now get out, for real. I heard from your blonde beauty that it’s date night tonight. Don’t be late! Get going!"

"Yeah, I'm going. Thank you, Garcia, it means a lot that you'd do this for us.”

"Anything to see you happy," she smiles as I hurry out of her lair, almost sprinting, not even bothering to use the elevator and opting for the stairs instead.

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I knock on Amelia's door, not even bothering to stop at home before going to her apartment. Something clatters inside her apartment and then some sort of muffled shouting and within another second, the door creeps open. I quickly scoop Amelia into my arms and spin her around in a hug, in maybe the most enthusiastic embrace we’ve shared. She latches onto me immediately, pulling her legs up to wrap around my waist, her head tucked into my neck. I feel her blow a puff out of her nose in a sad excuse for a laugh.

"You're absolutely remarkable," I compliment, twirling her around once more before attempting to set her back down on the floor. But Amelia doesn’t move at all. She just fists the back of my cardigan and holds me closer. I don’t mind this new embrace, though, so I tighten my grip around her waist too. "I saw you on the video chat and I thought it was you from that white shirt you were wearing, and then I heard your voice and I knew right away. And, of course, because of your tattoos."

"Just wanted to do something nice for you," her voice has never sounded so weak. She sounds wildly exhausted, even more than she does in the mornings, and the way her nails start to dig into my skin through my cardigan and shirt heightens my senses. “You deserve something nice.”

My eyebrows furrow at Amelia’s quiet voice. I hate this. I hate the darkness that she is radiating. It’s wrong of me to always expect her to be grinning and extroverted and bouncing off the walls like she always seems to be. Everyone has off days, but I have yet to experience an Amelia-off-day. I hate it. I place my hands on her waist and try to pull her away from my body so I can see her face. “What's wrong? You sound upset.”

"Nothing's wrong," she answers far too quickly for it to be the truth. Amelia’s movements are in slow motion as she untangles herself from my hold, placing her feet flat on the ground. When she’s no longer wrapped in my arms, she immediately turns her back to me and tries to walk off. I follow after her as quickly as I can, catching her hand in mine so she can’t go any further. “I’m fine, Spence.”

"Amelia, do I need to remind you of my job? You can tell me if something's wrong," I tug her closer to me, dropping her hand and grasping her waist instead. I feel her breathing speed up under my fingertips.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired, babe,” Amelia gives me a weak smile, one that doesn’t even reach her eyes. I’ve never seen her irises look so gray before.

"Do you want me to go home? I can let you get to sleep early-”

"No, no, please don't leave. I wanna hear about your case and your day and whatever else you wanna talk about,” she grabs onto my hand and pulls me to the couch. The couch is covered by the duvet from her bed as well as a mountain of pillows, and I have to laugh when she sits down and nearly disappears into the fluffy pillows. I pull back the blanket and sit beside her. Before I’m even fully sitting down, Amelia scoots closer and lays almost entirely on top of me, burying her face in my neck again. Her actions are incredibly concerning because while she has always been touchy and cuddly, this is on a whole new level of clingy. Not that I have anything wrong with cuddling and clinginess, but this Amelia is so different from the girl who usually opens the door.

"Okay well, the case wasn't good, by any means," I make quick work of toeing off my shoes, trying not to move too much and disturb Amelia, "but it was very, what's the word, satisfying to catch the unsub because he was just horrible."

"Aren't they all?" Amelia scoffs. "Do you ever not catch them?"

"If the case goes cold and the killer stops, then yeah, sometimes. That's when I feel the worst because then I feel like I can't get justice for the families and friends of those who were killed. I can't show them who killed their loved ones and they have to live in constant uncertainty. They'll just live their lives not knowing."

"That would feel so horrible.”

I’ve made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t profile Amelia and she has made it clear, in a lighthearted way, that she doesn’t want me to profile her. But in moments like these when something is clearly wrong and I want to help my girlfriend, I wish that I could use my skills to untangle the situation. Her body language and the inflection of every syllable that falls from her mouth and her microexpressions give away so much but I force myself to turn the other cheek and not pay any mind to them.

"I don’t really wanna talk about sad things today," it’s true, I don’t want to talk about one of the worst parts of my job but averting the conversation is to avoid adding more sadness into the atmosphere. Amelia clearly doesn’t need any more sadness. “Why don’t you tell me about your surprise trip to the BAU?”

"Got lost a little bit. The building is bigger than I thought it would be," Amelia gives me the first genuine smile of the night. "But it's really nice and I can see why you love it so much. And Penelope is wonderful."

"A part of me knew that you two would get along. You have similar energies, as both of you would say. I don’t understand the whole energy thing but whatever.” It’s my attempt at lighthearted conversation and it’s my attempt to make Amelia smile and then go on a rant about what it means to have a specific energy. But there’s no lightening of the conversation. She buries her head even further into my neck.

"Penelope is great, yeah. And, uh," her voice trails off, as it always does when she's about to say something that makes her nervous, "she told me she does a background check on everyone's boyfriend or girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah, that,” I laugh, rolling my eyes with a level of nonchalance that doesn’t fit the current energy of the room, “She says that to everyone but I don't think she actually does. I've never seen any proof. I never saw any proof for Savannah. She’s Morgan’s girlfriend," there’s a silence that follows my explanation and it doesn’t ease the tension that seems to suffocate me as the minutes fly by. I feel Amelia’s head bob up and down in a nod but no words come after. It takes me far too long to connect the dots. "Is that why you’re so-” I stop myself before I label her attitude in a way that might upset her further. I restart my thought. “Is the background check making you nervous? It’s kind of a joke. It’s nothing serious.”

"No," again, she answers way too fast for it to be the truth. "Well, I guess. I just- it's like when you're driving and there's a police car driving behind you, you know?" She overcompensates for her lies by talking way too much. "You know you're doing nothing wrong but you still get nervous. I mean, I feel like anyone would get nervous if they were told someone was doing a background check on them."

"Yeah, sure,” I nod my head despite having no clue what she means and suddenly not believing a word that falls out of her mouth.

The air, once again, falls dead. The suffocating feeling grows and I feel the need to flee. I need to get up and move around and escape how uncomfortable I am. It’s a horrible instinct, the worst I could have, but it builds in my chest and squeezes my lungs flat. Why am I feeling this way? Why do I so desperately need to leave Amelia when she is so clingy yet off-putting? Even if she isn’t opening up to me, she clearly needs me and I shouldn’t abandon her. She has never abandoned me on bad days. She makes every effort to comfort me and help to lift me out of my funk? I need to do the same thing for her. So why is it so hard?

“Hey,” I finally muster up enough confidence to speak even though my voice refuses to raise over a whisper, “do you want me to make something for dinner? I know you’re the better cook out of the two of us but-” I stop talking when I look down at Amelia. She’s fast asleep, her cheek smushed against my shoulder and her lips parted. It’s the most peaceful she has looked all night.

My head falls onto the back of the couch, eyelids fluttering closed. I wait for the thick air to travel out the windows now that Amelia is asleep, but it never does. It wraps me in its embrace in the same way that Amelia does. The tension pounds against my body when my intrusive thoughts start to swirl around in my head. It’s the most unpleasant of feelings but no matter how hard I try, they won’t go away. The walls start to cave in and I know that trying to hold them back is useless. So instead, I just succumb to the pressure and disappear into the pillows.

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shhhhyoursister · 4 years

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I miss your writing so much. Could you maybe spare a short fic? Or hc's? Or something haha I really miss it

hello hello hello yes ive been wanting to write this lil comforty thing for a bit so here we go heres some sleepy boyfriends being cute also this got way longer than i meant it to (and also might become the first in a set of little domesticy things that i post on ao3 where they live together and itll literally just be a way for me to get all my gross mushy domestic feelings out)

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Matteo felt like someone had turned up the gravity with how heavy his body felt as he dragged himself home, backpack almost empty but feeling like it was full of bricks. He had had a full day, starting with a therapy appointment and then lunch with his mom and a ton of tiny little errands that he couldn’t even remember doing, but knew that they piled up until he could barely even see straight.

And he hadn’t even talked to David all day. They were both busy, so besides seeing him in the morning after waking up first, barely kissing him goodbye before he rushed out the door, they had had no contact. He had checked his phone what felt like every five minutes, frowning every time his screen was blank. So as tired as he was going home, as much as he felt like it would be much nicer to curl up on the concrete in front of his building than to force himself up the stairs, David was motivation enough to make it all the way to their front door.

He shoved it open, letting his bag drop to the ground the second he was inside, and he kicked his shoes off and took his jacket off and thunked his back against the door, just to rest for a minute. He was hoping David would swoop out of nowhere and carry him off to bed, cuddle him up in the all the blankets and soft sheets and warm skin that he could possibly want, but he didn’t. He didn’t even come out to greet Matteo, which was a little strange.

Matteo made his way through the flat, checking in the few rooms they had, but didn’t find his boyfriend until he walked into the room they used for schoolwork or regular work or art or whatever they needed to do that wasn’t sleeping, eating, or watching movies. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, realizing that David hadn’t heard him come in because he had headphones pulled over his ears, and he was hunched over, staring at the computer screen. Matteo could tell from his slow movements as he clicked and dragged things around that he was just as tired as Matteo was.

David must have seen his reflection in a part of the screen, because he suddenly slid his headphones off, turning in the chair as he did so. and he gave Matteo a big (albeit sleepy) smile and said, “Hey, you.”

Matteo said a quiet, “Hey, you,” back, and walked over, feeling more and more like honey being poured slow out of a bottle as he went, and the relief he felt when he finally dropped into David’s lap, legs curled up and head dropping onto his shoulder as David’s arms circled around him and held him tight, was worth the long day. Was worth all the long days in the world. David bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to Matteo’s cheek, and he cuddled in closer.

“I don’t think this chair is meant for two people.” David said quietly into his hair, the smile on his face obvious in the tone of his voice.

Matteo let out a deep breath, shoving himself somehow closer and getting an arm around David too, and said back, “It seems to be handling us just fine.”

Not quite true with the way it was creaking anytime either of them moved, but David didn’t seem to care with the quiet chuckle he let out at Matteo’s response, and squeezed him tighter. Matteo could’ve have fallen asleep like that, even if he was a little uncomfortable with the way the arm of the chair was digging into his back, but David hands and lips on him were making it easier to ignore.

“You know, I was thinking,” David said, running his hand down Matteo’s arm.

“That’s not good,” Matteo interrupted before he could continue.

David pinched him but then squeezed him tighter when he pouted, “I was thinking about that fact that we haven’t used the bathtub since we moved in.”

Matteo nodded, too tired and brain too foggy to piece together where David was going with that.

“And we’ve both had long days, and I know that Laura snuck some bubble bath stuff under the sink when she helped us set the place up.” David said, his voice quiet and soothing to Matteo’s head, which is probably why his first reaction wasn’t to laugh.

“You want us to take a bubble bath?” Matteo asked, incredulously, lifting his head when he was able to so he could see David’s amused face.

“Yeah, I mean,” David said, slipping his hands under Matteo’s shirt to rub slow up his sides, grinning when Matteo shivered at the feeling, “it’s supposed to be relaxing, and it seems like we might both need that. And it’ll be nice, and warm, and we can even grab a bottle of wine if we want,”

Suddenly the thought of getting into a warm, bubbly, sweet-smelling bathtub with his naked boyfriend and a bottle of wine sounded like the most appealing thing Matteo could have have possibly imagined doing that night.

“If you run the bath I’ll pour the wine and roll us a joint,” Matteo said, leaning forward to nose into David’s cheek. He pressed a kiss there when David squeezed his hands around his ribs, letting out a pleased sound at Matte’s offer.

“Okay, deal,” he said, and started sliding his hands off of Matteo’s body, which wasn’t what he wanted at all, but knew it was necessary to carry out the plans they had just made. He sat up more, stretching his back a bit from the position he had been, but felt a hand on the back of his neck and he looked up just in time to see David’s face getting closer, and he closed his eyes as their lips met.

He raised his hand to David’s cheek and stroked a thumb across his cheekbone as their lips pressed together again and again, trading soft kisses that they were both too tired to deepen. Matteo felt the last bit of tension that had been sitting in his chest, a little ball of something still isn’t quite right, dissipate immediately. Once they finally pulled away from each other Matteo wrapped his arms around David’s neck and squeezed him tight, before standing up to find where they had put the wine glasses.

By the time Matteo had ground the weed and rolled it into a neat joint stuck behind his ear, and located the wine glasses and a bottle of wine (that he needed to ask David to open because his arms were just too sore to even try), the bath was ready. David had gone into their room to grab them clean clothes for once they got out, and Matteo opened the bathroom door a crack and stepped into the the room, his shoulder drooping as soon as he entered.

The room was filled with a foggy steam that smelled like lavender, and it felt thick in a way that made Matteo’s eyes droop too, like a heavy blanket being pulled over his all of his senses. He set everything down, carefully poured two glasses of wine that he set on the little (very convenient) ledge in the tub, and then leaned back against the wall to wait for David, his eyes closing as he did so.

He smiled when he heard the door open, and let out a content sigh when he felt arms slide up his sides again, pushing his shirt up in an obvious attempt to undress him. Matteo raised his arms and let David take the shirt off, opening his eyes when it was pulled over his head. He grinned, seeing that David had already removed his shirt.

He put his hands on David’s shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, his eyes closing again when he felt David’s skin against his, warm especially with the temperature in the room, and again Matteo was sure that he could’ve fallen asleep like that, standing there with David’s arms holding him up. David slid his hands down Matteo’s sides, making him shiver again, and brought them to the button on Matteo’s pants. He smiled into David’s shoulder as he unbuttoned them, shoving them down Matteo’s legs along with his boxers, and then did the same for himself.

He stayed against the wall as David got into the tub first, content to stare at his naked back with half-lidded eyes as David got used to the temperature of the water before sinking into it with a sigh, his arms resting on the edges of the tub on either side of him, his head leaned back against the tiled wall. Matteo would have been happy to just stand there staring at him, but he was feeling chilled with that much skin exposed. He stepped into the bath, settled into it faster than David had, tired of being a little cold with no boyfriend pressed up against him.

And fuck, Matteo felt like his brain was melting out of his ears. He leaned back against David’s chest, sighing the same way David had, his head tipping back against his shoulder. He could already feel the soreness in his muscles lessening, the water and whatever David had put in it calming his body and mind so much that he started wondering why he had never tried it before. It helped that David’s hands, wet and warm from the water, started dragging up his chest down his stomach, reaching his belly button before sliding back up.

“I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had.” Matteo murmured, his voice quiet but echoey in the enclosed space.

“I think so too,” David said back, leaning in to kiss at Matteo’s neck, and he tilted his head to the side to offer up more skin if David wanted to kiss him there, too. He did, trailing gentle kisses up to the spot behind his ear and then down his jaw, down his neck to the junction of where his neck met his shoulder, and then back up. Matteo shivered again, melting more into David’s chest, still relaxed, but the feeling was lighting something up inside him.

David lifted a hand out of the water, and pulled away from Matteo’s neck so he could grab one of the wine glasses, offering it to Matteo, who reluctantly released the grip he had had on David’s thigh to take it from him. He tipped his head back again, and took a sip, pouting and pulling the glass away when half of the sip spilled down his cheek and chin, dripping a dark red onto his chest. David’s other hand came out of the water and wiped the spot away, and he leaned down again and kissed his way up the pink streak the wine had left on Matteo’s skin.

They both sipped their wine, comfortably quiet in the way that only two people who knew each other inside and out could be, letting the alcohol and the steam and the smells swirl around their heads, calming them both from the days they had. Matteo could feel David sinking further into the water, and he did so as well, the warmth flowing up into his shoulders as they adjusted themselves. Matteo set his wine glass down, and reached for the joint that was somehow still set behind his ear. He could feel David smile into his neck when he placed it between his lips, and he reached out to grab the lighter before Matteo could.

He flicked it on, carefully holding it up to the end of the joint until Matteo puffed on it and got it going, and he set it back down, his hand resuming the path from Matteo’s chest down his stomach. Matteo tilted his head back against David’s shoulder again as the weed warmed him in a different way, the smoke burning his throat pleasantly. He grabbed the joint between two fingers and was going to offer it to David when he felt a hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see David looking at him, his own eyes dark and staring into Matteo’s with a smile in them as he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together.

Matteo exhaled slowly, breathing the smoke into David’s mouth, putting a hand on David’s chest to steady himself and feel it rise as he breathed in, holding Matteo close so their lips wouldn’t slip. They pulled apart, Matteo taking in a deep, shaky breath as he watched David’s head fall back against the wall, smoke flowing slowly out of his nose. He pressed a kiss to the base of David’s neck, and raised the joint in front of his mouth, waiting for David’s lips to close around it before dropping his hand back into the water.

They finished the joint, sometimes shotgunning the smoke between them when the desire to kiss became to much to handle, and sipped at their wine until there was nothing but pink droplets at the bottom of the glasses. The weed, the wine, the water, everything was making Matteo feel like he was made of honey again, thoughts dripping through his head like the water dripping down the sides of the tub, and he let out a content sigh, turning his head so he could nuzzle into David’s neck.

“Can we stay in here forever?” he asked before really thinking about it, blushing as soon as the question left his lips. He hadn’t meant to ask it out loud, expecting it to stay in his head with the other fuzzy thoughts running through it. Not that he wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, spend the rest of his life in a bathtub, high, a little drunk, warm from the water and David’s skin and presence behind him.

David’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing tight enough to make Matteo feel a bit more awake. He opened an eye to look up just as David grinned, and he smiled back as David pressed that grin into his cheek, pressed a kiss there right after, and hummed for a second like he was thinking. His hands started rubbing up Matteo’s chest again, and kissed his cheek again.

“We can sure as hell try.”

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #davenzi #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #druck fic #ive been taking lots of baths lately and they really just melt my brain #imagine having a boyfriend to take baths with though????? thats just too much man #matteo and david are lucky boys #nogguns

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tsarinastorm · 4 years

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The Leather Jacket- Seasons Oneshot- Adam Sackler/Reader

This takes place in my Seasons Universe ideally between Chapter 8 & 9. I was inspired by the BTS from Marriage Story which included the leather jacket look.

MASTERLIST

This café-slash-bookstore was one of your favorites. It had a mellow vibe, had books from smaller local authors, art by lesser-known artists for sale, and amazing coffee. You were working on some of your writing, while waiting for Adam and your friend, Danielle. Danielle was your friend from undergrad who’s a musical theater actress, she was the one who showed you around New York, and made you love it. You knew that she and Adam would get along well but he still got antsy when you told him about meeting you two for lunch. You picked a location that was relaxing, and conveniently close to where his rehearsals were.

Danielle arrives first, and you motion her to your table. The two of you catch up on girl talk, and you tell her more about Adam while you wait for him to join you. Then you see him walking down the street, wearing a leather jacket that you never knew he had. He had left before you got out of bed this morning so you hadn’t got to see what he wore. That leather jacket gave him an edgier, effortless look. And damn, did you like it. He walks through the door, stops and runs his hands through his hair like he’s in a movie. He looks absolutely delicious, and you suddenly wish your friend wasn’t here so that way you could fuck him right now. He spots you then gives you a crooked smile before walking your way.

When he makes it to your table, you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot and checking out your boyfriend. As you move farther into the booth to make room for Adam beside you, he leans and kisses you. It was intended to be a quick welcome kiss, but you couldn’t resist pulling him in and deepening the kiss. Danielle clears her throat and you reluctantly release him. He chuckles, “I missed you too, kid.”

Once he’s in the booth with you, you steal glances from him, and admire his profile. The freckles, moles, and all. You can’t stop thinking about how lucky you are to have him, and how you want him to fuck you into oblivion. His arm is casually draped over your shoulders, and he gives you a tight squeeze every so often. Every touch from him is going straight to your cunt, and you can feel yourself throbbing. He and Danielle are hitting it off to your delight but you can’t keep your hands off of Adam. Your hand goes to his thigh and you press into his side while drawing patterns higher up his thigh.

As the lunch progresses, your hand moves closer and closer to his cock. You gently palm it, trace the tip as he hardens beneath your touch, then you move your hand back down his thigh. He’s definitely onto you now if he wasn’t already, he’s glancing at you and giving you a wicked half- smile. Then, he takes things up a notch as he takes his hand directly to your folds, rubbing you through your panties. His middle finger rubs your throbbing clit before quickly moving down to thrust inside you, and you gasp. He’s positioned his finger so it’s gently stroking your g-spot, then he adds another finger and you have to fake a cough to hide your moan. As his fingers work deep inside you, his palm is giving you friction on your clit and you slowly (and discreetly) move your hips to keep it going. Danielle excuses herself to go to the restroom.

After she leaves, Adam leans in to whisper in your ear, “Dirty fucking slut, you couldn’t wait until we were alone to touch my cock and want me inside your cunt.” He’s relentless and quickens the pace and you start to feel your muscles clenching. Then the firework goes off inside your body from your orgasm and you have to cover your mouth to keep some composure. You feel like you could crawl on the table as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Adam chuckles and tells you, “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”

Then the asshole takes his fingers from you and licks them. A part of you is horrified that you just did this is public and the other part of you doesn’t care at all, you’re so entranced by him. Sure he’d fingered you under a table before, and the two of you had rushed in public restrooms to fuck, but this was very public, and in the daylight. You liked it, it just turned you on more. As you rejoin reality you grip the edges of his jacket with your fingers and lean your face in close to his to ask, “Since when do you have this leather jacket?”

His hands gently cover yours and his eyes have a playful spark to them. Then he shrugs his shoulders and says, “A few years, I got it for an audition. Do you like it?”

“I really, really like it. You it makes you look sexy as hell.” Adam appreciates that compliment too much as you can tell it immediately goes to his ego. He raises his eyebrows at you and squeezes your knee. Danielle comes back from the restroom, and the three of you are about to part ways. After you hug her goodbye, you stand up on your toes to be at near eye-level with Adam. You then casually ask, “How much time do you have before you have to go back to rehearsal?”

He looks at his phone for the time and says, “15 minutes. Why? Do you want to do something else?”

You can tell that from his voice that he’s not picking up on your meaning. He’s being too casual and naïve, which is rare for Sackler. You nibble on his ear then whisper, “Because I want to take you in that alley and suck your cock.”

Your words sink in at once as his eyes darken with lust and he’s spritely following you to the alley. Once you’re back far enough from the sidewalk, you push him back against the wall, and then get on your knees. His hands fly to your hair and he starts running his fingers through it.

As you unbutton his pants, he says, “You just couldn’t wait to suck my cock could you?”

“Nope. I love your cock.” You pull his cock out of his briefs, and it springs up against his stomach. You spit on your hand and begin to stroke him, then once the precum is dripping, you tease his head with your lips by running it along like a tube of lipstick. He groans when you leave open mouth kisses along his shaft before gently sucking on the tip. You start to gently bob, being sure to take in your hand what you can’t fit in your mouth. You get into a rhythm and you notice that his hips are thrusting to meet your mouth. Then you pull off of him, releasing his cock with a pop.

“Fuck, don’t stop sucking my cock…please, baby.” He sounds desperate and you decide you like hearing him like that. You move your mouth to the base of his cock then you take his balls in your mouth, a move that makes him moan. You surprise him by taking all of him in your mouth, the tip of his cock is hitting the back of your throat. It gags you slightly, but you know he likes that so you then swallow around him. You pick up the pace, his hands twine in your hair again, and he’s fucking your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Y/N so fucking perfect,” then he climaxes and you feel the streams of his cum gush down your throat. You dutifully swallow all of his load, then lick him clean as he comes down. His hands move from their place on your scalp to stroke your cheek. This was worth it, even if people could see you: he looked damn good in that leather jacket and now he was looking at you like you were magical. Adam tucks himself away but he’s still euphoric from his orgasm, you can tell from that big smile he has on his face. It makes you smile too.

Your knees are starting to hurt so you stand up, Adam pulls you into him and gives you a deep kiss. As he pulls back, his hand cups your cheek and he says, “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you too,” You say with your palms resting on his chest. Then you say, “When you come home, I want you to fuck me with that leather jacket on.”

“You know I think I could call off from rehearsals, I might be coming down with something.” He says making his voice sound sickly near the end of the statement. You chuckle and playfully slap him, “No, go to rehearsal. I’ll see you when you get home.”

Adam growls back at you before kissing you again then he heads on his way. You have a special surprise in store for him tonight, suddenly you’re excited to go home so you pick up your pace.

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler smut #reader insert #adam driver #hbo girls

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snow-whiteandred-rose · 4 years

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Spending Valentinsday together - Maknae Line

A/N: Hey guys, I wish everyone a lovely Valentinsday<3 Please keep in mind that Valentinsday is a day as every other and we should show our love/feelings every day. Here are the Dates for the Maknae line. Hyung line will follow in the next days. Vanessa :)

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Jimin

“Jagiya? Are you ready?” Jimin called you. “Just give me a few more minutes. I´m almost ready.” Jimin and you wanted to spend the evening very classical in a restaurant and because it was his time of choice for the dinner location his choice felt on a luxury restaurant. If it had been up to you, you both could sit in your sweatpants on the couch, eat pizza and watch a movie together. But you didn't want to be a Spoilsport and you knew how much he loved it to take you out. And because of this you spent the last two hours in the bath- and bedroom and dressed up for the dinner. You looked in the mirror again and as long as you keep looking your image it made feel you more insecure. 'Am I looking fat in this dress? God! Get a grip on yourself.' Your self-doubtes started this afternoon when you visited your boyfriend at his dance practice. He wasn´t there on his own. Of course the other members where there and two female dancers who wore figure-hugging leggins and a crop top where you could see how fit there where. When you entered the studio he just laughed at something one of them was saying and you knew it was really ridiculous but you felt a little bit jealous. Jimin never gave you a reason to doubt but it was obvious that he found her attractive. It was the same smile he showed you sometimes. “Is everything fine?” He interrupted your thoughts and looked at you a little bit worried. “Yes, everything is fine. I just wasn't sure if this is dress is good for tonight.” “Why do you think so? You love the dress.” “I know... but... do you think it makes me look fat?” “What? No! Why do you think so? And by the way you look beautiful as always.” You rolled your eyes. “I really mean it... why did I asked you, I`ll change it.” You wanted to open your cupboard again but Jimin stopped you and made you turn around to the mirror that you both could looked in it. He laid his hands on your waist. “When I looked in the mirror I see a beautiful woman. I love your curves and when you ask me the dress underlines it perfectly. Every man will be jealous of me tonight that I have a such beautiful girlfriend.” He cheered you up and stroke above your cheek. You felt yourself blushing. “It just saw how you looked at her this afternoon and it made me think that you maybe want someone who is fitter than me.” “Looked at who? You mean the dancers? Y/N, I was just polite and I never ever wanted you to change to someone else. I love you the way you are. I love your cuddly cheeks and your tummy.” You turned around and smiled at him. “I know it was really stupid to think like this sometimes. I don't know what's wrong with me sometimes. Maybe it s because you are so perfect.” “I am flattered that you think I am perfect. But the opposite is the case... but you see: You are as perfect for me as I'm perfect for you" “I think you are right. Thanks for showing me that.” “I will keep on saying this until you believe me.” He leaned down and press his soft heart shaped lips on yours. You sighed and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. After a few minutes he pulled you away. “I think we should stop before I can't hold myself back,” he looked at you with his typical Jimin-ie smile witch make your knees unstable, “When we are back I really show you how much I love your body.” It was the second time he made you blush and not the last time this evening.

Taehyung

It was the first Valentinsday for you both since you moved to Korea to live together. You were happy to see him more often as when you had a long distance relationship but you also could´nt deny that you got a little bit homesick. It was a half year now but sometimes you missed your usual everyday life like seeing your colleagues or write with your best friends. Because of the time differences it was also difficult to make video calls. Often these feelings came when you sat alone in your apartment and watch TV on your own because your boyfriend was still at the studio. You didn´t tell Taehyung anything about it because you did´nt want him to worry about you. It was just a circumstance you had to deal with and you knew it would be better when you were more familiar with your Korean everyday life. You two planned to spend Valentinsday together and both of you had making plans what you could do. So it was your mission to plan the afternoon and he wanted the plan something special for the evening. So it came right on cue that there was a new modern art exhibition where you knew he wanted to see this. Even when art wasn´t your cup of tea you knew that it couldn´t exist something better for him and you always enjoyed seeing his enthusiasm. So it was no surprise that he was really excited when you told him what you were doing. “I really like it to see the exhibition with you. I know you don´t like art this much so... thank you for doing this with me. It was more special than seeing it alone,” he said to you when you left the museum and put the arm around your shoulders. “As long as you enjoy it, it`s enough for me.” You leaned against his body and he gave you a soft peck on your temple. “And where do you kidnap me now?” “I planned something special at home ... it just need a little bit preparation time.” Okay now it was your time to be surprised... what had he planned for you? You smiled and couldn´t be more excited. When you were back at your apartment he leaded you to your sleeping room. “So I don´t know exactly how long it will take, but I´m doing my best. As long as I`m not calling you, don´t enter the living room. Okay?” He said mysterious and you furrowed your brow but smiled lovely. “What ever you want TaeTae. Don´t keep me waiting too long,” you gave him a gentle kiss before he left the room. You laid on your bed and scroll threw your phone. You looked at the time and thought about how late it was at your home country. But it was around lunchtime so your family and friends were still working. You sighed and kept searching threw the net. 45 Minutes later you where watching videos on YouTube and you really asked yourself what your boyfriend was doing. After another ten minutes you heard pans clattered in the kitchen. 'What was going on there?' You stand up from the bed and walked along the hallway to the living room. Carefully you looked around the corner and smiled softly. TaeTae stood before the stove and looked a little bit overloaded. Cooking wasn´t his strength and so it was really heartwarming the he wanted to cook something for you. “Do you need some help?” you asked caused him to flinched. “Jagi, why are you here? I told you to wait until I call you,” he whined a little bit embarrassed. “Yeah that was one hour ago and it sounded a little bit dangerous. What are you doing? Wait.... is this 'typical food from your homecountry'?” you said with big eyes. “Now the surprise is ruined. I know you really missed your home country sometimes even when you didn´t tell me about this. I can see it on your gaze when you look out of the window. I wanted to take make something special for you and because our delivery service doesn`t have something like this on their menu card I thought I can make it on my own. Not my best consideration. Now it is burnt and we don´t have anything for dinner.” It was the sweetest gesture he had ever showed you. You hugged him tight and leaned your head against his chest and heard his heart beating. “I didn´t want to worry you therefore I hadn´t said anything. I´m really grateful and it doesn´t matter that it is all burnt and we can´t eat it. But the gesture means so much for me.” “I know how much it required to move to a foreign country. .. that you did this for me. I love you so much and I just want you to be happy.” He took your face between his hands and lowered his head to connect your lips to a passionate kiss. After a few minutes you interrupted the kiss and asked them:”Why don't we order some food and make ourselves comfortable on the couch, what do you think?” You softly pecked his nose. “Sounds great."

Jungkook

You entered your apartment, thankful that work finally was over and now you looked forward to spend the evening playing video games with your boyfriend. But it seemed liked he had other plans because he welcomed you with a quick peck on your lips before he took his bag and went to the door. “Where are you going?” you asked him confused. “Ehm... to the gym? I have to work out,” he stuttered. “Does it have to be today? I thought we could spent the evening together maybe ordering some food and playing video games.” “I'm sorry Noona, but I really have to go to the gym. You know the world tour is going to start in a few months and I have to be fit.” “You are already fit, I don´t know where you wanna get even fitter. Isn´t it enough when you go to the gym tomorrow?” you tried to convince him. “No I´m sorry the one day would ruening my success. I promise I will hurry up. It won´t take long.” You sighed but gave up because you didn´t want to fight with him. “Knock yourself out then,” you murmured and entered to living room making yourself comfortable on the sofa. You heard the door closed. You didn´t know why it was so a big deal for you. You knew Jungkook and how much time he spent in the gym. It was his second home and you were always okay with that because you understood why he was doing this. Also Valentinsday was just a day like every other day and you put no importance on it. So it really had to be the bad influence from your colleague. She was in a new relationship and swarmed about her boyfriend the whole day and of course she showed you the bracelet which she got from him. You rolled your eyes inside. How cheesy! But you couldn't avoid the doubts that he maybe sometimes took you for granted and maybe your relationship fell asleep a little bit. The last date you had was two months ago because the last few weeks he spent approximately every day from early in the morning until late the evening in the studio. You just saw him in the morning before you had to go to work or when you waited in the bed for him to come home. The only thing which hold you two together in the moment was sleeping with him. But you also yearned for talks and togetherness. You didn´t want to be the clingy girlfriend but you really missed him.You searched for or delivery service where you could order dinner when you heard a key opening the door. You furrowed one brow. He couldn´t finished his workout already. A few seconds later you felt him softly hugging you from behind and you flinched because it was unexpected. “I`m sorry Noona. I´m an idiot sometimes. I haven´t looked at the date,” he whispered and you leaned into his touch. “It isn´t the date. Valentinsday is a day like every other. It is just that I thought we could use the evening for us two. It is a eternity ago since we really talked and used time for us. I don´t want that we are drifting apart,” you told him your concerns. “I know, it isn´t easy currently and it's asked a lot of both of us. I really appreciate that you are by my side,” the Maknae pouted and you couldn´t hold back your soft smile when you looked at his cute lips and the little spot under his bottom lip. You gave him a soft kiss which made his eyes shine again. “I promise I will make it up to you and I will start right now.” You heard something rustle before he pulled out a bouquet of flowers behind his back and made you smile widely. He knew how much you loved getting flowers. “For my beautiful girlfriend who doesn´t has it easy with the Maknae. I love you, Noona,” he said a little bit shyly. “Thank you so much,” you stood up from the sofa, went around it and stood up on your tiptoes that you could kiss him. He hold you tight in his arms and it was the first time after a couple of weeks that you felt as you two could handle everything. “And now I want to cuddle my girldfriend the whole evening.” With that he took your hand and pulled you in his arms on the couch.

#bts #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #btsv #btsjimin #bts jungkook #btsfluff #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #valentinsday

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queerbutstillhere · 4 years

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another damijon prompt if you’re still taking them: damian likes country because it reminds him of jon and jon thinks it’s cute and confessions ensue????

(So another prompt that ran away with me. This was actually inspired by a thing that actually happened to me. Unfortunately there was no confession/kiss at the end. But the boys get that! Thank you for sending in a prompt!)

"Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape."

Damian looked over at Jon, sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep Damian had found in the back of the garage. His feet were up on the dash, wind whipping his hair around due to the open windows. The teen had a tight grip on his book to keep the pages from going wild.

"Great Expectations?" Damian asked, having not seen the title earlier.

"Yeah. English Lit."

Damian hummed, reaching to grab his cup and accidentally bumped Jon's arm.

"Oh, sorry," they both said at the same time, then exchanged a grin.

"Anyway, that quote just kinda reminded me of you."

"I can see why."

"Yeah."

Jon marked his place in the book, it was getting to dark to read anyway, and shoved it into his backpack, reaching forwards to adjust the radio.

They were going on an impromptu road trip. Nowhere far, it wasn't like they had the week off from school or something. No they'd probably be back Sunday afternoon, and seeing as it was Saturday evening currently... They were taking an impromptu roadtrip to the Middle Of Nowhere, New Jersey. Why? Because Damian wanted to star gaze, properly, and you couldn't do that in Gotham or Bludhaven or Metropolis. They had been doing this since Damian got his (official) license. Sometimes without warning, he'd just show up, pick Jon up, and start driving. The younger teen never complained, he was always content to spend time with Damian, whatever they were doing.

Jon flicked through radio stations until he found the one country station that they could pick up at the time. Damian huffed an annoyed sigh but didn't say anything, because he wasn't really that annoyed. For the most part when they did this, they just drove in silence, just the radio, and the open road. It gave both teens a chance to clear their heads, to get away from their families and their responsibilities. They would camp out at whatever location Damian had dug up for them this time, spending the night under the stars, and then head back the next morning.

"Damian, pull over, I wanna get a picture of the sunset."

Damian obliged, slowing the car and pulling over to the side of the highway. This was technically illegal, but he hadn't seen a house for miles, let along a cop, so he just did it. Jon pulled out his camera from his bag, flicking through the settings for a moment before leaning out his window and snapping some photos, looking at them, correcting his settings and taking more. Damian just leaned against the steering wheel and smiled faintly at his friend.

He'd never get over the excited look Jon got when they did things like this. Like a little puppy.

"Okay, come here."

Jon set down the professional camera that had cost an entire summers worth of work at a farm, and instead pulled out his phone, snapping a few pictures of the sunset with that and then handing it to Damian. They took a few obligatory selfies.

"Are we good to go?" Damian asked. He was in no rush, he would be content to watch Jon take pictures for hours.

"Yeah, I'm good."

An hour (and a stop for dinner) later they arrived at this week's location. It was this open grassy field, that almost looked like an old pasture. Damian just parked and then grabbed the sleeping bags from the back of the Jeep, Jon grabbed their snacks and the duffel bag full of blankets and pillows and what not, and they started walking. Just across the field, with no particular destination. They climbed a hill finally and set up their things on top.

"Here, you can play music," Damian said, passing Jon his unlocked phone. After all, he had unlimited data and Spotify premium, might as well use it.

Jon grinned at him and took it, using one hand to scroll. The other one found its way into Damian's, interlacing their fingers. Damian looked down at the hands with a small amount of shock. Not much, though. Kent was very physical, and this wasn't the first time he had done this.

"Damiiii," Jon said, shooting a mischievous smile as Damian.

His face was lit up by the phone screen, and it was mildly concerning, the look he was giving Damian.

"What?"

"You've been listening to an awful lot of country," Jon practically purred out, gently bumping Damian's shoulder.

"Oh. Yes. Well," he shrugged and looked away, grabbing a blanket and pulling it into his lap, trying to unfold it with just one hand.

"I thought you didn't like country music?" Jon asked, setting down his phone and grabbing a corner of the blanket, unfolding it and pulling half of it over his own lap.

Damian shrugged again.

"Have I finally converted you? I thought you said it was the "saddest excuse for a musical genre in existence and didn't hold a candle to the classics or even Indie pop". Those were your words, right?"

"It reminds me of you," Damian said. And then stiffened. He had actually said that outloud.

"Awwwww." Jon squeezed his hand. "Cute."

Soon soft music was floating over them, as they laid on their backs, looking up at the sky and watching stars slowly appear.

Been flyin' solo for so long

Nobody's singin' the harmony

Up there just me and my shadow

No bass, no guitar, no tambourine

Damian glanced over at Jon, and found him already looking over, not at the stars above them.

"What?" He breathed out.

It was chilly enough that they were both wrapped in blankets, arms pressed together, hands still clasped.

"I like listening to Indie pop because it reminds me of you," Jon confessed. "And I read poetry because I know you like poetry, and whenever i go to Art museums I can't help but think of everything you would like, which paintings would be your favorites. When I see dogs or cats, I want to take pictures of them because I know you would love to see them, even just a picture. I eat vegan when I go out, and I don't like mint chocolate chip ice cream because you don't like mint chocolate chip ice cream."

"Jon-"

"Whenever I hear certain songs, I think of you, and when I watch new shows or movies, I can't help but wish you were watching them with me. I think of you whenever I see green clothes, or tea, or cows - and I see cows a lot - and whenever I watch copshows, I can't help but think about how you would be criticizing every minute of it. I watch The Office because I know you like it, and I like watching that really dumb knight movie because it was the first time I heard you laugh at a movie, and I knew it was real."

Jon had pushed up onto his elbow now, looking at Damian with such an intense, passionate gaze.

"I do all these things because I want you in every aspect of my life, Damian. I want you to always be beside me, and yeah sure, I'm only sixteen and maybe I'm too young to be saying that, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want to be with you."

Damian blinked. His breath was caught in his ribs, and his words had died in his throat. He didn't know what to say to all that.

They sat in silence for a moment, One Man Band by Old Dominion fading out, some old country Tim McGraw song started playing next.

"I-" Damian started, and then stopped. Where did he even start, really? He huffed, shoving Jon lightly. "Damn you, Kent. How am I supposed to top that?"

Jon gave a relieved sigh and then laughed, falling onto his back.

"I dunno, you got time, I suppose. I'll just sit here and make up constellations by myself until you figure it out."

Damian looked over, and he immediately knew. He pulled his hand from Jon's, shed his blanket and sat up, turning to Jon. The other teen looked over, but Damian didn't wait. He gently put a hand on Jon's neck, pushing his chin up slightly, then he leaned down, pressing their lips together lightly. Jon made a mildly surprised noise, before his hand snuck up and an arm circled around Damian's neck, holding him in place.

The kiss was like a perfect story book first kiss. Damian never wanted to pull away, just to stay in lip lock with Jon Kent until he died. It was gentle, and sweet and almost timid, both boys afraid of doing the wrong thing and scaring their crush away. Finally Damian pulled away first, gently pecking Jon's lips once more before sitting back, smiling at him like a love drunk fool.

"Does that suffice?"

"It does," Jon told him, grinning back.

The younger teen sat up, reaching out and gently grabbing Damian's jacket, pulling him in for another kiss.

"Man, I'm glad we went on this trip," the superboy murmured against Damian.

"Me too. Me too."

#writing prompt #prompt ask #give me prompts and shiz #ask prompt #my prompts #ask me #send me asks #thank you for the ask!#ask me anything #damijon #damianxjon #damian wayne #jon kent

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baby-beej · 4 years

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Hello everyone! Thank you for all the love on my last fic! @he-knows-his-herbs I think you will enjoy this one, because we stan dad!dewey in this house ;)

Baby Blues

It was a regular Friday night. You and Dewey curled up on the coach, plenty of snacks and a movie. It was a relaxed atmosphere with the two of you just enjoying eachothers presence and warmth. Neither of you having any desire to get up anytime soon.

That was until your phone rang from the kitchen. You begin to peel yourself from Deweys grasp but he pulls you back down.

“Dewey!” you whine as he clutches you tighter.

“Ignore it, stay here”. Dewey was very needy sometimes.

“I’ll only be a minute”. Reluctantly he loosens his grip and lets you go. You answer the phone and in a matter of minutes you return, smiling to yourself.

“Who was that?” Dewey asks as he pulls you back down.

“My sister was asked to work last minute and needs a sitter. She wanted to know could we do it? So since we don’t have any plans tomorrow, I said yes.”

“Oh ok”. Dewey didn’t have much experience babies. He was an only child (he claims it’s because he was hard work as a child, which put his parents off the idea of having any more children). He didn’t have any cousins, nephews or nieces either.

He could tell you were excited, you’d always been great with kids. The two of you would be out in public walking side by side, then suddenly you’d disappear. He’d look around and see that you’d wondered off to a strangers baby.

The next morning rolls around and your up bright and early ready to babysit. You let Dewey sleep in. Your sister arrives just on time and begins to talk you through a list of instructions. You take your niece from her arms and wave goodbye.

Your niece is 6 months old and full of energy, so you take her into the living room and play around with some of her toys. Your in the middle of a intense game of peekaboo, when Dewey walks in, his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Morning Dew”, you smile at the sight of him.

He kisses your temple, “morning babe” and pauses turning to your niece “and good morning to you too.” He gently tickles her under her chin resulting in her bursting into fits of giggles. You laugh too making Dewey smile.

The two of you spend the next few hours playing with your niece. Your niece is in fits of laughter at Dewey, finding him to be the most hilarious person she’d ever met in her short lived life. He of course feeds of this doing even more to make her giggle. From hiding behind the coach and popping out to talking and singing in silly voices.

By mid-day your niece begins to fuss.

“Looks like someone’s ready for her lunch” You go to the fridge pull out the strange, unappetising looking puréed food your sister left and heat it up. Your niece sits in Deweys lap as you spoon the blended mush into her mouth which she seems to enjoy. Soon she is a complete mess, with sticky hands and a mouth covered in orange sludge.

Dewey laughs at the state she’s in and begins to bounce her on his lap. You try to warn him that may not be the best idea but it’s too late as your niece spits up right onto his shirt.

She begins to cry, but Deweys quick and stands up and begins to bop her gently, your niece quickly calms back down.

“Don’t worry about it kid, your not the first person to throw up on me”

You give him a a confused look, raising your eyebrows, but he shakes his head. “Don’t ask”.

You decide now is not the time to get into past events so you busy yourself by grabbing some baby wipes and cleaning the spit up off Deweys shirt. For someone who had literally never held a baby, he seemed to have quite a way with kids. This led you to wonder did he want his own kids in the future, and if so when?

After cleaning up the three of you head into the living room once again and put on some kids tv show that didn’t appeal to you nor Dewey but pleased your niece. She sits on your lap watching intently, but soon her head falls begins to drop forward and soon she’s fallen asleep. You contemplate what to do with her whilst she napped, Dewey suggests you put her in your bed. You place her in the middle of the bed and Dewey surrounds her in pillows so she can’t roll of the bed.

You turn to leave the room, reaching the door you turn around to see Dewey planting a gentle kiss on the sleeping girls forehead. Your heart melt at the sight of this.

It’s then your phone loudly rings from the living room, you rush to grab it before it woke your niece.

Your distressed sounding friend calls to tell you her car had broken down and needed to be picked up. You don’t know if leaving Dewey alone with your niece was the greatest idea but they seemed to have already formed such a cute little bond so you decide it would be ok.

Dewey walks out of your bedroom quietly shutting the door.

“Hey Dew, my friends just broken down and needs a ride home. Do you think your ok to fly solo for a while.”

Dewey looks nervous, “what if she wakes up, what do I do then?”

“She won’t be awake for at least an hour, I’ll be back by then. You’ll be fine I promise, look at you, your a natural already.”

Dewey still looks unsure but agrees.

“Thank you Dew, I’ll be back soon”. You give him a quick peck on the lips, grab your keys and rush out the door.

Dewey is left standing contemplating what his next move should be. As if on que your niece begins to screech, causing Dewey to jump out of his skin. He goes into the room and picks up the shrieking child.

Holding her in his arms and shushing her gently. This doesn’t seem to soothe her or make any difference. Dewey begins to internally panic, worrying she would cry until you’d arrive home.

He whips he phone out of his pocket and searches up how to stop babies from crying. He reads through the list evaluating what would work. She couldn’t be hungry, she’d eaten lunch not even an hour ago. He hoped with all his strength she didn’t have a dirty diaper for many reasons, the main being he had no idea how change a diaper. He’s filled with relief when he’s met with a fresh diaper.

Was it gas? You had burped her after eating, but copying the technique you had used, he tried again but to no avail. He tried everything the list had suggested but nothing seemed to work. With the wailing baby still in his arms he began to desperately pace up and down the apartment treating to soothe her in anyway he could.

He stops in the living room excepting defeat, your nieces face is bright red and her cheeks are shiny with tears. It’s then he spots his guitar and decides to do the only thing he knows.

He holds your niece against his chest and begins to quietly sing, swaying to the music. She continues to wail be he is persistent so keeps going. Soon the wails turn into gentle whimpers and soon they cease completely, looking down he sees that she has fallen back to sleep on his chest. He lets out a breathe he didn’t realise he was holding and sits on the coach relieved for the peace and quiet.

Like you said, you were gone for little over a hour, quietly sneaking into through the door not to wake your napping niece. You decide to check on her before locating Dewey, you peak through the door and are surprised to see she isn’t there. Heading on down to the living room, your met with just about the cutest thing you’d ever seen.

Dewey is laying down on the coach, with your niece sprawled out on his chest, both fast asleep. Smiling at the sight, you go to your closet and pull out a blanket draping it over the two sleeping beauties.

Heading into the kitchen you start to pull something together for dinner. You hear crying from the living room alerting you to the fact the your niece was now awake. You head towards the living room and see Deweys up on his feet trying to settle her back down.

“Hey you two, have a nice nap” you say walking towards them.

Dewey laughs and kisses your temple.

This time Dewey is quick to work out the problem, she was in need of a diaper change. He is given a full education on the art of diaper changing and is a master by the end of it.

The rest of the evening flys by. You feed your niece dinner, you and Dewey have dinner, another dirty diaper and lots more playtime. Dewey takes his guitar out and begins to sing to your niece, which she loves, even going as far as to clap her hands. This makes Dewey smile wider than you’ve ever seen before.

Your both disappointed when your sister arrives home from work. You joke that you’d be happy to keep her, Dewey is not apposed to the idea and seems rather happy about it. You both say goodbye to your niece and collapse onto the coach exhausted.

“Babe?”, Dewey asks.

“Yeah?”, you turn to him.

“Can we get a baby?”. You laugh at his comment and ruffle his hair. “Not tonight sweetie it’s late”. He pouts and then laughs along with you.

The two of you are quiet for a few minutes until you become curious. “Dewey, do you want to have kids? In the future, I mean.”

He thinks for a minute. “If you asked me that a few years ago it would of been a definite no.”

“Why?”

He nibbles at his lip. “Well first off I was convinced they would interfere with my rock star life style, but deep down I think it was because I was afraid they’d turn out to be screw ups just like me.”

You caress his face looking him in the eye. “Oh Dewey honey your not a screw up, you’ve got your life together now.”

He smiles, “I suppose. But thinking about it now, I think I would like to have a few. I think working at Horace Green has helped to show me what I really want in life. What about you?”

You pause for a minute. “Yes, but not for a few more years and only if it’s with you.”

Dewey pulls you tight against him kissing your forehead. “Me too”

Your both quiet again, snuggled against eachother. Dewey laughs to himself.

“Plus it would be a waste not pass on my dashing good looks into the next generation.”

#dewey finn fluff #dewey finn #dewey finn x reader #dewey finn fanfiction #school of rock #school of rock fanfiction

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bangtanxm · 4 years

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Bookclub; February Highlight

February is the month of love and as we all know, love doesn’t happen over night. Whether it is angst, sexual tension or pining we all love to be on the edge of our seat hoping and begging that they would finally get together. So, naturally this month theme was “Slow Burn” and these are our our monthly fanfic recommendations from our bangtanxm; bookclub!

In the following you find a list of fics we recommend and reviewed this month. Please support these amazing authors! With every monthly recommendation, there is also a drabble game that everyone can participate in. You’ll find the masterlist at the end of the reviews. Happy Reading!

BOOKCLUB; recommendations

TIDES WILL BRING ME BACK TO YOU by @sujigguk [aka @ftyoonmin]

— Summary; Fate is a funny thing. Humble fisherman, Yoongi, learns this when one evening, it's not a fish that sits at the end of his hook, but a bottle, containing a note claiming that a creature of the sea by the name of Jeongguk has been left stranded on land and is soon to draw his last breath.

bookclub; review

“This story immediately pulls you in with the amazing story-telling. Lou has a way of writing so beautifully detailed that it makes you imagine the amazing scenes in your head vividly. On top of that, it is a really heart wrenching love story, mixed with a wonderful fantasy theme of siren Jungkook and his fishermen Yoongi.” [@softjeon]

“Wow. So, Tides Will Bring Me Back to You has been on my to read list for quite a while. I regret my choices in not reading it until now. This fic was an absolute work of art. The singular amazing thing I want to point out is the attention to detail. So, we as readers expect fics to be good, especially AUs. Like we want some world building and detail so that we can visualize the setting and location and what is going on with the characters that are being put into this new world. This fic was able to do that but MORE. The attention to the setting detail was unbelievable. There was so much in terms of vivid descriptors and explanations that painted this super vivid and pretty image in my mind. I’m scared of the ocean to be honest, so I have never gone out on a ship beyond like, a lake. And have only ever seen the ocean from the safe confines of the beach. But because of the detail in this fic, I was able to visualize it so perfectly and vividly, it felt like I was really there.I really enjoyed Jungkook as well. Obviously he’s a gorgeous young man in real life, right? Which is why I liked this fic because it wasn’t this stunning perfect man from the waist up, you know? He had the scaly back, the webbed fingers, the sharp and kinda creepy teeth, etc. I think that this made it more “realistic”, as realistic as a mermaid fic can get of course, but like… I don’t know, it felt more real and added a layer of uniqueness to the fic that a lot of supernatural AUs tend to lack in fanfic terms. Also, the ending. Some might struggle with this because it was so ambiguous (no spoilers of course) but I really liked it. Though I’m sure the author had like a set “this is how it is” ending or explainer, I like that it’s this sort of grey area for readers to think on and figure out.” [anon]

“Omg, I really loved this fic. It's a bit longer than I normally read because work sort of keeps me away from reading more than writing haha but I really loved how Yoongi had this NEED to help a stranger he had no idea existed or not. Then to watch their love blossom that way and Yoongi protect Jungkook. It's also cute that Jungkook calls Yoongi 'My Yoongi' and Yoongi first thought it was a mispronunciation of his name. I do love mercreatures too, so that also drew me to this one. I loved the details and the tidbits of background we get from Yoongi and his love for the sea/sea creatures. Sorry, this is just all over the place.” [anon]

BABY BLUE by @chimknj

— Summary; Jimin is blue. He’s loyal to his customers and confident in everything he does. Namjoon is white. He’s pristine and maintains a perfect balance in life. When the two come together, they create baby blue, a color of freshness and something new. It’s new for both of them, but not all new things are bad.

bookclub; review

“What an amazing story! Even though Minjoon is basically already "together", although Namjoon is just paying Jimin to be there, it is just heartbreaking to read about how Jimin tries to get to know the other more, trying to get him out of his shell and falling in love while he is doing it. All while Namjoon tries to stick to his rules making it so much harder for Jimin, himself and the reader....cause damn!!! I could have screamed the characters sometimes and it literally hurt my hurt so much each time Namjoon pushed Jimin away ;; I can't.... I wanna cry just thinking about it again.” [@softjeon]

“...beautifully written plot, where you just want to punch Namjoon in the face until he finally reveals his true feelings.” [anon]

“I didn’t mean to consume over 70,000 words in one sitting. I honestly didn’t. Over a few days, over a week. Space it. But I knew I was lost at the end of chapter one, the same way Namjoon knew he was lost the second Jimin’s cute hands started unbuttoning his shirt after date night.Honestly. This fic had everything. I laughed a lot, I cried way more than I’d like to admit to, I had the urge to take a cold shower more than once, I wanted to take Joon by his perfectly ironed lapels and shake the ever-loving crap out of him. Honestly though, it felt like a full-length novel. I mean it was, by length, but also by content. The world that was created was beautifully devised and detailed, and everything from the various business names to the design of the apartments was so easy to visualize due to the richness of the descriptors. Personally, I appreciate that. It adds to the ‘movie playing in my head’ way that I like to read.The smut was unbelievably well written. It was sexy without feeling too unrealistically “porn film fantasy” if that makes sense. Like the progression felt natural and easy rather than being rushed or faked like some fics tend to do. It was clear the author did the required research in terms of D/s and wrote what felt very accurately.I loved the involvement of the other members, I think they all played really great, vital roles as side characters. And honestly, they were so rich in their own right that I would love spin offs about their own arrangements with their respective partners!The ending was absolutely sweet and perfect too. I spent the whole fic praying it’d end in a way that was satisfactory to my wrenching heart and I feel like it gave me every single thing I wanted and more.” [anon]

EVERYGREEN by @softjeon & @cassiavioletblue

— Summary; Yoongi felt that something was wrong the moment he had stepped foot into the garden. He hated that this sense of foreboding could mean anything and he had seen enough to have a very vivid imagination of what could wait in the bushes for him. His grip was tight and ruthless but when he felt he weight of something heavier he startled. In front of him on the grass, bloody and shaking was a deer hybrid; a boy, obviously younger than himself and apparently in a lot of pain.

bookclub; review

“Whuff. There's hybrid fics. And then there's THIS hybrid fic. I know that hybrid fics are one of those things you either love em or hate em, I honestly couldn't find a thing to dislike about this fic even if I tried. Firstly Yoongi as the grumpy on the outside (but squishy on the inside) raccoon is perfection. Imagining his markings and those growls and grumbles -- it's so endearing. And then there's JK who, a deer? Oh come on, I'm soft. Imagining him with the broken little antler and those soft, cute markings V_V It's tooth rotting, I swear. But for all the fluff and sweetness, there's this layer of angst and hesitation that makes this feel like such a deep, melancholy slowburn. The will they - won't they, the pull of each and push back, the "I can't" and "I want" -- GUH. Really, it's just so sweet and perfect.” [@kimlinebiased]

“I read Evergreen as it came out. It seemed like such a cute take on a trope that’s pretty common in our fandom, but one I’m less comfortable with, so I was really eager to see these authors’ take on it, since I knew I love their work already. The story opened up with action that sucked you in almost immediately, but it really balanced that with some slower, almost peaceful moments. I think that’s a really big draw of this story, really these authors overall, but this one in particular. They have a handle on the ebb and flow of the story. What I mean is, things happen and it’s exciting and oh god cliffhanger, but then things slow down and give the reader a second to breathe (but not too long, because then it would get boring). The balance between breathing space and action can be really hard to balance and I think these two do it really well. For this particular story, I think my favorite character is actually Namjoon. Sure, he doesn’t have a huge part, but I think he’s super well written and quite in character to the canonical person. (All of them are in their own way, but he sticks out to me). He’s so supportive but not afraid to tell Yoongi the truth even if it’ll sting. Further, he isn’t perfect. He lets his heart get in the way of his head sometimes (like with Jimin) and it makes him really endearing and realistic in a refreshing way. I think that he’s one of those absolutely indispensable characters in this particular world. Like sometimes, it’s easy to switch members, have x play y’s part, y play b’s part, etcetera. But I think that Namjoon’s part was written so perfectly, it fits him like a glove and made it really enjoyable when he was on the page. The plot has some things that the reader can “call” so to speak – like you might read and know there’s gonna be trouble for JK, he’s gonna get tangled up in the mess in some way, but even thinking you know, it’s still done in a way that it doesn’t take away from the enjoyment and “oh no” factor when the big climax does finally get rolling. Just like you know pretty sure, it’ll end happy, I still found myself worried about ‘well what if it doesn’t’. And I think that’s a testament to the authors, really. They are able to take these fanfic tropes and make them feel fresh and new, so even if you feel like you might know what will happen, the way that they weave the story together makes those emotions still hit in a really palpable way.I’d also like to discuss the overall setting of the story. There’s only a few locations that the readers really get a feel for, but particularly the cabin. I think that the descriptions of the cabin and forest and general development of the backstory and setting was really well done. Things like hybrid or other non-human AU’s can be really tricky to keep interesting but still give the right amount of backstory and description so that they aren’t confusing. We as readers need to know the rules, but not have a history textbook, and I think this fic really accomplished that as well.Overall, I just really enjoyed the feeling and emotions that this fic caused. I think that it was able to really convey some important messages while still being woven into a sweet, unique love story. [anon]

THE JUSTITIA PUGNATORES by ShoshinLaurels [AO3]

— Summary; When stable boy Park Jimin's best friend, crowned Prince Kim Taehyung finds himself under threat in his own palace, his guards dropping like flies, the only option left is to call on the Justitia Pugnatores, the 'Justice Fighters.'Three men boasting incredible skill and legendary pasts come barrelling through the heart of the palace, shaking everything in their wake.As the dilemma of the princes impending chances of murder only escalates, Jimin finds himself wrapped up in a mess of secrets, heartache and suspiscion.If only Min Yoongi didn't complicate things.

bookclub; review

“It's been a while since I read this, but I would happily read it in one sitting all over again. I'm a sucker for royal settings and I absolutely ADORED the dynamics of this one. It's just the right amount of angsty and fluffy, and keeps you hooked throughout.” [@sujigguk]

“Damn these apples! I really loved this fic out of various of reasons, the relationship between the characters are amazingly written, the setting and overall plot is so well thought out and it just has the perfect mixture between angst, fluff and comedy… i mean, just the first chapter had me laughing so much.” @softjeon

THE WAY GUCCI LOOKS ON YOU by @joonsrack

— Summary; “Funny how even in this ridiculously absurd situation, life had made Taehyung a third-wheel. Or a sixth.If Bangtan Dry Cleaning was his fairy godmother, Jimin his little mouse, the jacket his magic dress and the club scene his ball, where the fuck was his prince charming?A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.”

bookclub; review

“So, this fic is really is so cute. I started in on it just casually, but found myself entirely sucked in and couldn't put it down until I'd read all that was written on it. Taehyung specifically is such an interesting character - his thought processes and sass are just perfect. I adore Jimin as well. And then there's Jungkook, who is so -INSUFFERABLY ARROGANT- but not in a way that makes you dislike him. He's still so endearing and you WANT these guys to just get off their high horses and kiss or something, but you also kinda want Tae to pour water into his lap because he's such a rich boy. I love it so much. I can't wait for the next part.” [@kimlinebiased]

“A story that could very well fit a movie! It’s everything you need on a sunday night! You laugh, you want to throw something at their rich faces and scream at the boys to just kiss already. A perfect Slow Burn!” [@softjeon]

“The way that Gucci look on you (amazing) is such an adorable and absurd (in the best way) slow burn. It’s a wip now, and I honestly cannot wait until the author updates. The case of mistaken identity is such a good trope that honestly, I feel, isn’t done enough. Especially not in such a cute and fun way. Of all the ways for Tae to get outed as not who he said he was – this one was epic. Of course, it’s a slowburn, so you expect the endgame ship to you know, not be huge fans of one another, but the tension here is so palpable, it is awesome. Taehyung cannot stand that cocky little JK and JK’s arrogance is both hilarious and infuriating. But there’s very clearly something deeper to him, and I really like that the author is able to make that clear through hints and clues, rather than just outright saying it. It adds a depth to JK’s character that often gets missed in fics, especially because we know these guys so well, so to speak. Having those sort of subtle nuances really adds to the overall enjoyability of the fic. I think Jimin is such a great supporting character too. He’s the perfect mix of Jiminy Cricket and devil in your ear, so to speak, and his personality comes off as so honest to who he is canonically. It makes him so fun to read. (And the YoonMinSeok trio is helpful as well, what can I say, soft spot for poly even in side pairings). All in all, it’s just an absolutely stunning fic so far and I can’t wait for the author to continue it.” [anon]

UKIYO by Sharleena [AO3]

— Summary; A story of tender tides and unmoving hummingbirds.

bookclub; review

“I'm almost halfway into this story but I really have to rec it cause wow...if you like mafia and urban fantasy themes then this is THAT fic for you listen succbus jimin, mafia leader yoongi, a damn deeply laced mystery that I can't EVEN FREAKING FIGURE OUT I usually can connect a few dots in mystery stories sometimes bUT THIS STORY IS KILLING ME there is someone yoongi is looking for that's destroying his gang and he like DOESN'T FREAKING EXIST and I know once I reach the end I'll be like IT WAS RIGHT FREAKING THERE IN MY FACE lmao but seriously the authors' worldbuilding skills is freaking legendary and I'm always hoe for mixing different themes together and the mix of urban fantasy and mafia just ugh freaking beautiful. The Slow Burn is real in his fic, yoonmins' dynamics are annoying and frustrating as heck but can be really sweet sometimes because they're both very broken individuals and they're trying to find comfort in one another. The themes are obviously very dark so carefully read the tags and also author notes in the beginning so you know what to expect but seriously it's so damn worth it and I will be personally putting a long feedback directly on their Ao3 as well when I'm done because i know I'm going to have lots more to say. BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS THE SHIIIITTTT SO FAR SO GOOD SO DAMN GOOD I FEEL FED EVERYTIME I READ IT GIVE IT A READ WHEN YOU CAN!!” [@flowerwrites06]

FAKE SUGAR by minverse [AO3]

— Summary; "I guess," Jungkook pauses momentarily to inhale a deep, bracing breath, "I would just want you to come to my work events and laugh at my jokes and don't correct people if they imply that we're doing it.""Having sex, you mean," Jin clarifies gently, and Jungkook chokes on air. If his face was any redder, Jin would insist on taking him to the hospital. Jungkook clears his throat, obviously trying to play off the strangled, choked sound as a casual cough."Yes. Doing... sex."

bookclub; review

“I love a good concept for fic, and a face sugar dating au sign me up!!! honestly this is one of my all-time favourite fics, cos its not only funny and entertaining but it has so much heart!!! like i just love the vibe of the fic, and i wish i could keep reading it forever. Plus the characters are so like-able and feel so human. Also jinkook holds a special place in my heart, and jk being all shy in the beginning and jins confidence is an unmatched pairing!!! EVERYONE JUST READ IT, ITS SO FUCKING GOOD, okay im done now sorry…" [@tinysweetscrown]

“I read this a while ago, and also everything else by minverse... Everything they write is gold, the character construction, the dialogue, the relationship/chemistry, the humour, the plots...just everything. Fake Sugar kept me up at night with its brilliance and originality, i couldn't get enough of jin and jungkook's relationship, but also all the other members' interaction and storyline. It's expertly written and i sincerely think everyone should read it, if they have not already.” [anon]

“Aaaaaah i love this so much!!! I absolutely love the characterisation of jin!!! I find it very refreshing! In some ways it’s completely /jin/ yet in others it’s such a nee and fun way of describing him (the fact that hes a competition eater absolutely sends me its just. So! Jin!) i also love jungkook!!! Tiny gay babie kook having to impress ppl he doesnt want to impress and getting competitive over that dindjdjd once again i could genuienly see it happening! And oh boy oh boy am i excited to see how this story pans out! The little appearances by the rest of bangtan as well i love it! It all flows very naturally and none of the cameos feel forced or anything. AND JIMIN UDJDJDJD I LOVE HIM. the fact that hes just a chaotic brat having dumpster sex and causing trouble oh my god im still crying jsbsjsnjs.” [anon]

The Drabble-Game; MASTERLIST

— prompt; “Romantic attraction is literal: characters feel a pull like gravity to people they’re attracted to. The bigger the attraction, the harder the pull.”

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NUMINOUS written by @softjeon & @cassiavioletblue

— Summary; “You’re fucking kidding me, are you?” He looked up at the ceiling and made an annoyed face. “You really want me to suffer do you? Stupid universe.”

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peachyteabuck · 5 years

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fashión (bucky barnes x reader)

Summary: At one of your best friend’s drag shows, Bucky catches your eye. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the dance pop blaring through the bar’s speakers, but for some reason you’re feeling a little more daring than usual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,536

Trigger Warnings: Blowjobs, shitty flirting, people are drunk and do sex things

Notes/Other: This was done for @propertyofpoeandbucky ‘s mystery writing challenge!! My prompt was “You’re my best friend. How could I put anyone before you?” and has been bolded within the fic! Also, I feel like this is the total opposite of what I’ve written recent but when I got this prompt I knew this wip was perfect for it.

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Dating has always been hard for you. Friends and family have always tried to set you up on dates - as has Tindr - but nothing seemed to stick. No one ever seemed to do the trick.

“C’mon, babe…” your friend coos to you. You’re in a dressing room at some fast-fashion establishment, the wide and tall mirror forcing you to stare back at yourself. The too-bright lights burn your eyes, the top radio hits from last year only depress you, and the smell of weed and regret radiating from your skin is making you want a sandwich. “Listen, I know you don’t want to do this-”

Your sigh cuts her off. “Then why are you making me?”

She steps over to you, readjusting the floral jacket before speaking. As you look in the mirror you realize actually kind of…like it. Which is weird. “Because I know better than you, you’re a shut-in, and every moment you’re not being ravished by a muscular hot dude physically kills me.”

God, her brazen personality always catches you off guard. That’s probably why she’s the performer and you just sit alone in the basement of your shared home - sewing and eating and writing all day.

In the end, you don’t buy the jacket. Lucy ends up taking you to her favorite thrift shop and you pick up a deep blue faux-fur coat and some velvet heels in the same shade. Boujie? Maybe. But it’s something you feel confident in, so you don’t grumble too much when you see the total.

You both get to the club early so she can get ready, focus on turning her face into the inside of an elementary schooler’s pencil case – one young enough to understand that there’s never such thing as too much stationary (or too much color) but young enough to constantly be losing caps. As she steps into the threshold of the famous bar, Lucy’s met with jeers from janitors and bartenders and sound techs alike – all people ecstatic to see their favorite person like a dog left alone during a long work day. As she greets them with the same overjoyed smiles, you slip past the jolly merriment to the dressing room in the back of the building – her outfit bag and make up suitcase in your hands, her shoes and wig in your hefty backpack. Despite the outfit you’d picked out earlier you’re donning the same outfit you’d been wearing since the techie days of middle school – black jeans, black t-shirt one size too big, and all black sneakers. All the better to blend in.

Three hours later Lucy has officially turned into Boudoir Z, her drag persona and the username for her long-abandoned Neopets account. The club is packed with people, almost as tight as her dress is with her pads, and some old Kesha song thumps the floor to its beat.

“Are you ready?” you ask, double checking her hands for any loose nails.

She grins as wide as she does right before every show, eyes bright and sparkling like a child on Christmas. “Hell yeah.”

As her intro song starts you scurry away to find your way to the bar, hoping to grab something strong before the show really starts. You don’t really like attending your friend’s (or anyone’s) drag shows, they’re loud and crowded and normally that’s your definition of Hell. Sometimes, though, you can muster up the energy. For whatever reason, today seems to be one of those days. Or nights.

Whatever. Time is an illusion.

The first few beats of the song are long, edited for artificial pauses to build excitement in the crowd. You know the version of Lady Gaga’s Applause well, so it throws your entire brain through a loop when someone pumps into you when you try and grab your rum and coke.

“Sorry,” the guy hisses, immediately moving to make sure he didn’t spill any of his wine cooler on you. You’re about to brush him off, thinking he’s just another guy trying to cop a feel while the main attraction distracts from any protective butches within eye shot. But when you notice he’s carefully avoiding your chest – and pulling away when he notices the lack of dampness on your sternum – you allow yourself to give him a half glance at the brick wall of a man in front of you.

God, you’re so ashamed you noticed that. You’re also ashamed to notice his thick thighs, massive arms, silver hand with black lining, his perfectly mused brown-black hair, and beautiful scruff.

“H-hi,” you stutter, deep exhale one close to dramatic women in movies when they think they’ve seen God. Good luck ladies, I’ve already found him – he’s in the shadiest gay bar in NYC. you think as he shyly smiles at you with cheeks you want to shove between your thighs and lips you want attached to your-

“I’m so sorry,” he tells you, checking again to make sure he didn’t turn your shirt into a bar tap. “I got distracted by-“

You sigh. Of course, he was looking at Lucy. “It’s fine, really, I promise.”

In a brief pause between songs, you two lock eyes. Grey-green ones meet your own and fuck, he’s so dreamy.

“I’m,” he seems hesitant to introduce himself. “Bucky. Name’s Bucky.”

You murmur your own name while looking him up and down again. Black combat boots perfectly shined, black jeans tight enough to rival your own, and black hoodie thick enough for winter in Upstate Main.

“Aren’t you hot?” you blurt, alcohol loosening your brain’s tight grip on your thoughts.

The man, Bucky, shrugs. “I run pretty cold.”

Another few moments of silence dialogue between you two - and judging by his set jaw and the hungry look in his eyes he’s thinking the same thing you are.

But, if you’re anything besides an introverted stylist, seamstress, and occasional therapist for the person up on the stage…it’s a tease.

You lean towards Bucky’s ear, music starting up again. “Wanna come join me close to the stage?”

He smiles, picking his drink back up. “Sure thing.”

Lucy, as always, is dressed to impress. Or scare small children.

Either way one perceives her, she’s killing it.

The large, sheer nightgown’s puffed sleeves make the look even more dramatic. The black contrasts extremely nicely with her large platinum blonde hair, and combined with her large, maroon lips and thick, pointed eyeliner - it’s a nice reminder that drag is both an art and something weird as hell. Watching your best friend to what they love and truly one of the best experiences of your life.

The pair of you are off stage left, Lucy on the other side grinding on some speakers. As some Nicki Minaj song plays, you can feel Bucky bounce to the beat behind you. He’s got a surprising amount of rhythm, and as your hips sync his body presses closer and closer to your own. It doesn’t take long, maybe half a chorus for it to turn into full-on grinding, your ass pressed into his crotch so hard you’re worried he’s going to be bruised when he wakes up tomorrow.

Bucky doesn’t seem to mind, though, nipping at the outer shell of your ear with his lips pressed into the tender skin.

“You do this kind of thing often?” he asks, already deep voice now at a low growl.

You shake your head, moving to take another sip of your drink before answering. “Not really, but Lucy is my best friend so sometimes I get dragged,” you snort a little at your unintentional pun. “To shows and stuff.”

Bucky snickers a little. “That’s totally not what I was asking about, but you also don’t seem like the person who’d be friends with Boudoir Z.”

Your cheeks immediately heat hotter than the Equator as you attempt to backpedal. After a few seconds of stammering, though, the liquid courage surging through your veins comes to a head. “Can I suck your dick?”

You turn to face the man behind you, who seems just as surprised at your inquiry as you are. Still, with his eyebrows raised to his hairlines and his eyes wide, he agrees. “Fuck yeah, lead the way.”

The bathrooms here are surprisingly clean, even if the lock of the door doesn’t quite work. But, judging by the second Pink song of the night, you’ve got awhile before the masses become unoccupied and their bladders realize how much alcohol they’ve consumed.

He shoves you against the tiled wall, lips plush and a stark contrast to his scratchy beard. You want it between your thighs, you sigh into his mouth and a wave of heat rolls through your center. But that’ll have to wait for another time.

Locating his zipper as you kiss him is hard, but not impossible, and soon you’re able to free his cock from its painful confines. Bucky gasps at the rush of cold air, a sound that turns into a deep moan when you wrap an eager hand around him. Maybe some other time, some other night when you’re not fueled purely by endorphins, caffeine, and several glasses of bottom-shelf alcohol, you’d do some foreplay, maybe some dirty talk.

Now, though, your mouth waters at the sign of his hard length, and before Bucky can even get a good grip on your hair you’re spitting on him before taking him as far as your throat permits. He moans deep and guttural, jaw going slack and head leaning against the wall. One of his hands feels cool on your head and it’s nearly sobering, how the freezing material feels against the fire dancing across your skin. You’d question the (seemingly) nonhuman appendage, but the progressive soaking of your underwear and his cursing brings your focus to a pinpoint.

Every single one of his “oh fuck”s and “oh baby that feels so good”s drive you to take him harder, faster, and all too soon Bucky’s getting the message and fucking into your throat. Spit falls from your jaw to between your knees, some slick reminder of how gross this is. That only pushes you, though, to wrap a hand around his base with the other massaging his balls.

“Fuck I’m gonna come,” he moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as both hands wrap around him. “Gonna fucking come down your throat, fuck.”

Fuck yes he is, you think, shoving him back down your throat one last time before the grip on your scalp gets impossibly tight and his thrusts suddenly still and his lets out the deepest, most erotic noise you’ve ever heard in your entire fucking life. The salty taste of him rolls down your tongue and down your throat, his whole body tense as he shoots his load into your mouth.

The second he releases your hair you fall back against the sink, air you’re gulping tainted with the taste of Bucky’s cum. He seems stunned, a little out of it, but still offers to reciprocate. It’s then you realize that Patti LaBelle is playing, and if you’re remembering the song correctly, you’ve got thirty seconds to be backstage and ready to help your best friend get de-dragged.

“Fuck, I gotta go,” you hiss, splashing cold water on your face and trying to calm your ragged breaths. Just before you can open the bathroom door, though, Bucky stops you.

“Wait, just,” he huffs, digging in his pockets for something. Quickly he produces a phone, and he hands it you with the “new contact screen” on it. “Please, give me your number.”

It’s obvious he’s the stronger of both of you, so you slam your fingers on the cracked screen to string together your phone number. It seems the man’s satisfied, because he releases the ajar door from your grip and lets you flee backstage. Lucy comes off just in time for you to meet her, ready with make up wipes and chapstick. Instead of taking both from you, though, she brushes past you to grab at a bottle of water – a surefire sign she’s not done.

You begin to protest, knowing she’s too drunk to lip sync to choral music, let alone her traditional encore playlist. But she waves you off.

“I’m just going to meet some people at the bar take some pics,” Lucy downs the entire 32 ounces of water in record time, barely getting any lipstick on the mouth of the thing. “Don’t worry, just…I don’t know,” she rolls her eyes at her own inability to speak. “Go kill a Westboro Baptist Church member or something, alright? Just…” she hiccups and starts to lean to the right, but adjusts herself before you can do anything. You steady her with a hand on her shoulder, and she lowers her face to yours and juts her lower lip out to pout. “Just wait up for me, okay. I don’t think I can find my way home alone.”

Before you can respond she pushes past you and into the screaming crowd, her shouts and shrieks almost as loud. A quick scan of the dimly-lit bar reveals no Bucky, and without his number you’re stuck putting her reveals back together and unused the unused supplies.

At the end of the night you meet Lucy back where you left her – only this time in black leggings and a purple NARAL shirt shirt three-sizes too big. As she wipes away at the thick cosmetic mask with a dirty make up wipe, your eyes meet hers in the mirror.

“I saw you with some guy tonight,” a smirk paints her lips as heat paints your cheeks. “Did anything happen?”

You bite at your bottom lip, hoping she won’t press further. Luckily, she remains covert, just giving you a once over before speaking again.

“Are you gonna run off with him and abandon me to do all my drag shit by myself?” She asks. Lucy’s tone is playful, but you can tell there’s a hint of seriousness to it.

You shake your head, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear and tucking your hands into your jean pockets. “C’mon, you know I’d never do that. You’re my best friend. How could I put anyone before you?”

Lucy turns around and smiles, perfectly white teeth especially pearly surrounded by the smudged deep purple lipstick and thick, black eyeshadow, a misplaced lash, and what looks to be a twenty-dollar bill stuck behind her ear due to excess wig glue. “Good, because there’s no way I could do Boudoir Z without you.”

Silence settles over both of you as she wipes off the rest of her make up (and pulls out the cash stuck in her hair and to her neck). The only sounds are her throwing loose powders and eye shadow into her make up suitcase and, soon, your phone vibrating in your back pocket. On the screen flashes a text from an unknown number, Bucky you think, and then another right after.

wanna see you again

when are you free

You smile at the screen, giddy like a middle schooler being asked out by her crush. “Hey, Luce…” you wait until she’s facing you to continue. “When’s your next show?”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #lanis2ndmysteriouswritingchallenge #like idk what came over me but...#im not ashamed and refuse to be #lukis writes stuff #i finished this in less than an afternoon #like i wrote 2k so quick wtf

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starker-eternity · 5 years

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Gone

In a blah mood this past week, so here is a drabble that reflects that. Why do I enjoy gifting my favorite characters with angst and whump?

Warnings: sad feels... open ending... Starker if you squint really hard...

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A small two bedroom apartment.

A busy office.

A large conference room.

A state of the art mechanical labaoratory.

Four innocuous locations in and of themselves. And yet, four locations where massive amounts of emotional pain and anguish had been delivered.

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A silver key.

A predominantly red mask.

A red and blue uniform.

A platinum ring.

Four objects left in each of the four locations, accompanied by a short note.

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I’m sorry.

You win.

I quit.

It’s over.

Four short messages to be found by four different recipients. Each will signify a different type of loss for the same thing.

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Loss of a nephew.

Loss of a hero.

Loss of a team mate.

Loss of a lover.

Four different identities once worn by the same person. Now discarded like the unwanted trash they are believed to be.

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A woman collapses to the ground. One hand clutching the yielded key, the other at her mouth trying to contain the sobs as her last family member slips through her fingers.

A man crowing to one he sees as his minions, excitedly proclaiming that the city’s masked menace has given up as he waves a discarded mask in his hand. He doesn’t realize the looks of dismay and panic that are on the others’ faces as the city must face a future without their unappreciated hero.

A team sits silent, each lost in personal contemplation of their own actions that led to one of their own leaving without a look back. His abandoned uniform lies lonely in the center of the conference table, his commlink laying on top as silent judge.

A man sits in a darkened corner, gripping onto the returned ring with a pressure so tight that his knuckles have gone white. Tears are falling down his face as he comes to grips that every promise he had made to his soulmate lies broken on the floor between them. Although he had not really shared harsh words with his lover, through neglect and avoidance he had done far worse - he had let his beloved believe he wasn’t the most important thing in his life.

Four different reactions that will be the precursors to far larger reactions and consequences than could be imagined. One could say that a single person doesn’t make that big of a difference, but they would be wrong.

****

Peter Parker wanted to disappear.

Peter wasn’t needed by anyone, wasn’t wanted by anyone. He only brought frustration and anger and disgust to those he cursed with his presence.

Same with Spider-Man.

To an aunt who couldn’t understand that Peter and Spider-Man were two sides of the same coin. One that still seemed to harbor a slight grudge that neither her nephew or his hero persona had saved her husband, no matter how deep she tried to hide it.

To a public that thought he was a menace and not a ‘real hero’ to the point they’d throw garbage and objects at him in passing. And don’t even mention what the NYPD would do when they saw him alone, despite his name on the roster of the Avengers. Too many people believed in the garbage they read from the news to form their own opinions, despite evidence to the contrary being available.

To a team that babied him and didn’t take his skills seriously. Couldn’t see past his quips and jokes as both a way to distract his enemies and keep him from becoming too tainted by the darker side of humanity that he dealt with everyday. Despite working with him for over half a decade, he was still treated as a newbie.

To his fiancé, whom when he proposed had promised to never ignore him or dismiss his concerns. He had promised to show Peter the world, but had been spending less and less time with him. Had promised to always show Peter how much he meant to him, but lately left the young man to feel like he was a trophy. Made him feel like he was something to be shown off when needed, but concealed away when not.

So Peter Parker, a.k.a. Spider-Man, wanted to disappear.

So he did.

****

So sad enough? Not wrenching sad, but lonely sad...

Well, when I get out of my blah funk, I’ll probably write a sequel. Celebrate Tom Holland’s Spider-Man returning to the MCU for at least two movies... although we have to wait until at least 2021 for his next Spidey movie 🥺😥

#fic drabble #starker #sad

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fourmisfitz · 5 years

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Drowse (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: You need a quiet space to work, so you go to your best friend Rogers. You arrive exhausted, though you try to deny it, and Roger takes it upon himself to take care of you and get you the rest you so desperately need...

Setting: Current year because smartphones and some literature references, but London, England when Smile was still together and Brian and Rog were still studying at Ealing Art College. Imagine whichever Roger Taylor version you fancy, I just chose the Ben!Roger Borhap gif to prime you with that concerned emotion☺

Word Count: 4.6k

Requested? ✔

Warnings/Content: Just stocked up on fluff. It’s long but it’s just sweet:)

A/N: Hello lovelies! HERE IT ISSSSS, I’m totally writing this while running on 2 hours of sleep after two all-nighters in a row so, let’s hope tis good;) I was listening to ‘39 while writing the last bit, so if you wanna get in that sorta mood, like, go for it. This is my second fic posted on this account, let me know whatcha think! Something of this sort was actually requested by two followers, and I blended the requests slightly in a way that I think works well. One request was more open-ended where Roger takes care of you, and the other involved being at his place and ending up staying the night and something happens, which brings me to- no, there is no smut (because I actually have one coming out soon for that *wink wink*), but I hope it still leaves you satisfied, enjoy!

P.S. sorry it’s so long, needless to say I got carried away! ;)

And remember- feedback, feedback, feedback! Xx, Darc

Rubbing your eye with the knuckle of your thumb you let out a muted yawn as you leaned your head against the bus window. You were on your way to your best friend Rogers for the evening to work on an important school project. You both studied at the same college, but lived about 9 miles (15km) away from each other. Though you spent a lot of time together at one or the others flats frequently, lately school had been overwhelming to say the least. You’d been nose-deep in textbooks and research papers that never seemed to end, leaving you little time for socializing besides a few phone calls. After countless waves of sirens passing in your busier side of town, you had given up trying to write your paper in your small studio apartment and asked if you could come over and work together. Roger didn’t actually have much work to do, as his prof was a little less intense with the workload, but he was more than willing to lend you a quiet space to get some work done and catch up on one another, too.

You glanced down at your phone to flip through the songs Roger had recorded with his band Smile and sent to you. Roger, Brian, and Tim had been toying with some new rhythms and riffs, and Rog always liked getting your trusted opinion on how they sounded before going out and performing them at gigs. Though he was usually pretty stubborn to changing his sound, if you suggested it he would at least try it. He’s been doing this for awhile now - sending you them, seeing as you were his best friend and had an ear for good music, playing the piano yourself; a natural virtuoso.

Some riffs really caught your ear, others were merely pleasantly entertaining; it seemed none of them were boring, but they were missing something, perhaps some more excitement. You made note of the ones you really liked and would be sure to tell Roger when you arrived around 7pm.

For the time being, you slowly dozed off en route to his flat, but as the bus struck a pothole it shook you awake as you nicked the side of your head on the glass. Glancing out the window, you realized you were one stop away from your destination.

You got off and walked into the apartment complex that towered a measly 3 stories high. It was definitely different from your studio flat, which was located in a very dodgy area with alarming traffic swinging by all through the night. You buzzed the door for entry with a “Hey-” and paused to yawn, leaning against the wall, “-Blondie. Future-tooth-inspector. Rog. R-to-the-O-Geee. TayTayyy-” and were finally cut off by a loud buzz.

When you got up to his front door on the second level, he was already standing in the doorway, arms crossed, and hair disheveled as usual.

“Don’t you ever call me TayTay again.” but his face quickly formed a wide teeth-gleaming smile as he opened his arms for a hug. “Come here, love.” You smiled back, your smile not really reaching your eyes in your fatigued state as you dove into his chest. He was a solid few inches taller than you, making hugs protective and secure. His chest was warm, instantly making you content and his little muffled laugh was lulling you. Roger was wearing a smooth black button-up, buttoned up halfway, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You let out a pleased sigh and he looked down at you nuzzled into his chest.

“ ‘You alright?” a half-laugh leaving his small mouth.

“Hm?” you asked, still hugging him tight, “Oh- yeah yeah,” you straightened up and snapped yourself awake with a head shake as he looked at you quizzically. “Yeah, ya goof” raising your voice a bit to convince him, playfully shoving his shoulder, “i’m just a little sleepy is all!” walking past him into his flat.

“If you say so.” He shrugged, dropping the thought and walking over to the kitchen.

You had plopped yourself down in front of the big couch - between it and the low wooden coffee table, a bag of textbooks and folders on the floor with you, ready to set up shop.

“Fancy some tea, bunny?” he called from around the corner, filling a kettle up with water.

Bunny - the nickname he picked up for you for always being so hyper and jumpy, never really able to sit still, a true opposite to your current demeanor, though. You leaned your head back to rest on the couch cushion as your laptop started up.

“Yeah! ummm-” you pinched your nose, feeling a headache rush to the surface. He had backed up from the kitchen to see you past the dividing wall, popping his head around the corner. “Orange pekoe, please!” eyes still closed, you called back, not realizing he was a few feet away from you. He paused for a moment and then resumed his meandering in the kitchen.

“Sugar?”

“Hit me with three!” you were in need of something extra sweet to wake you up.

You moved your hands behind your head, supporting your neck, elbows high. You blew a big short breath as if to get down to business, but your laptop was installing some updates, as it always seemed to do when you needed it most. You pulled out your phone and decided to scroll through social media for a bit while you waited, but the screen just hurt your head more, so you settled on resting your head in your arms on the table. Just for a minute. The kettle began to pop and bustle.

“Oh! By the way, did you get a chance to listen to some of the new material from the band I sent over?” After a few seconds of silence, Roger peaked his head about the wall again, seeing your face was buried in your arms. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” you perked your head up the slightest inch and shook yourself awake again. “Oh- yes I really liked, umm... the one with...” You were yet again interrupted by another oncoming yawn. “the one with theee.. guitar and, stuff.” Your voice was barely audible through the yawn. You fluttered a hand in his direction, drooping your head back into the dark space provided by your arms.

“Rrright...” he furrowed his eyebrows. The kettle threw pops of water inside it, bouncing off the metal and echoing throughout the flat. He wondered how long it had really been since you’d had a decent night sleep. He walked over to the couch, sitting down behind you and lightly placed a large hand on your shoulder.

“I’m up!” You snapped, throwing flexed hands up like a reflex. His hand was paused hovering above your shoulder in a bit of shock from your reaction. You let out a groan, leaning your head back against his knee.

“I’m sorry, I- I’m just so-”

“-I know.” he said in a low calm voice. He knew when you got tired like this - like anyone - you were bound to be more impulsive and emotional. He slipped one hand under your head to cradle it and cushion his boney kneecap. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look pathetically exhausted, Y/N.” he peered at you, running his fingers through your hair near your temple with the other hand, chuckling to himself at your puffy eyelids.

You rubbed your eyes and sat back up. You gently gripped the edge of the coffee table bracing yourself as you leaned into a deep yawn, “I ammm-muh,” agreeing. You lifted your head back up, wiping shy hints of tears away that had emerged from the stretch as you blinked into alertness, “but I have to finish this paper, Rog, it’s due in two days and I still have another one to start due in a week.”

“Well, then how ‘bout a walk? It’s cooled down a bit outside. Fresh air ‘oughta do some good.” He tried.

“A walk sounds nice, but I really can’t right now, Rog.”

Roger looked at you inquisitively as you went to type in your password to unlock it. After two failed sloppy attempts pattering the keys, you grunted weakly in frustration, “Well this is just great!” but then it turned into a quiet giggle. You glanced up at him smiling a bit deliriously. His faced was laced with concern as he scanned your goofy lopsided smile, the laptop serving another delayed ding and rejecting you entry. You seemed to be acting the same as you did when you were tipsy, all giggly and incoherent.

He didn’t mind looking after you, he quite liked it actually, having someone to get all protective over sometimes. He had taken care of you in many instances in the past, whether it was taking you home after you went too hard, too fast at a bar and was worried about prowling guys taking advantage, or when the seemingly kinder ones broke your heart; you always found yourself at his flat, welcoming you with open arms, movie marathons, tea and your favourite ice cream.

“Oops.” your head bobbled, eyes hooded and blinking at him through your lashes. You returned your gaze back to your screen for another hopeless effort, but just as you were about to type, your hands were shaking profusely. You started to feel a wave of dizziness occur. You began to drowse.

And at last, the tea kettle began whistling from the other room. He got off the couch and bent down beside you.

“On second thought, maybe we should get you ready for bed, yeah?” Though he offered a ‘maybe’, it wasn’t a suggestion, he decided on it. He reached out from his perched lowered stance to scoop either of his wrists below each of your underarms, lifting you back onto the couch for a moment as he stood back up.

“What? No, Rog, I’m- I’mm-” you were halted in your sentence by another stubborn yawn, “III’m fiiiiine-hh” relaxing your face. He just shook his head deciding to ignore your weak protest.

“Surrre you are.” He bent down to reach an arm under one of your legs.

“No Rog really I’m quite good honestly” you tried again, really trying to display your typical bubbly self, but you were so tired you instantly sunk into him and gave up as he swung his other arm behind your upper back to support your weight.

“ ‘For your own good, love.” Your arms instinctively wrapped loosely around his neck as he carried you ‘princess-style’ to relieve the kettle of its panic and then to his bedroom.

“But my paperrrr” you slurred, tilting your head back to see the abandoned laptop.

“It can wait.” He said assertively.

“Someone’s been working out,” you giggled, tapping the shoulder farthest from you. He just did a little snort at that, because of the randomness, and he knew he wasn’t exactly the buffest guy.

Hearing yourself say that showed you just how sleep deprived you truly were, because that was just a little weird. You leaned your head into the crook of his warm neck, his long hair tickling your cheek. You swore you could pass out in his arms right then and there.

He was so good at caring for other people, at caring for you.

He presented himself as this guy with a hard protective shell who mainly cared about his reputation as a good lay, shagging girls left, right, and centre, but you knew him for the softie he was, something he didn’t really let anybody else see.

He set you down on his bed, helping you pull the puffy duvet out from under your legs and lifting it to rest over your shoulders.

“I’ll go fetch your tea, be right back.” He assured.

You must have dozed off for a brief moment because he was back with a steaming cup the very next second. Roger flicked the dim nightstand lamp on and set your mug down on the coaster.

“Let that cool for a bit, darling,”

God, you’d never get tired of his husky, raspy voice, and hearing him say darling, the way it sounded so stuffed with care as it rolled off his British tongue.

You sat up a bit and leaned into the tufted headboard. For a small apartment that was home to a college student, his bed was the most luxurious one you’ve ever seen... guess it made sense why. He sat on the edge of the bed close to you. You glanced down at his exposed forearms, never really noticing how defined they were from all the drumming, as he placed a hand on your covered thigh.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept, Y/N?” his eyes finding yours. You shrugged, your guilty ones trailing away to the duvet below.

“I’on’know.” you lied. He brought a hand to your chin, his index finger knuckle tipping it up to return your gaze to his bright blue eyes.

“Have you been at least trying to fall asleep? What’s been keeping you up?” There was that look of concern again you’d become accustomed to whenever you found yourself in damsel mode.

“Well yeah, ‘course I have, I just...” he waited patiently for you to finish. The truth was that you had been working hard on school, but you had also just been dumped. You didn’t want to admit that though, because you weren’t even really officially dating the guy yet - it had only been about two months, and Roger and you hadn’t hung out in a awhile because of schedules, so you failed to inform him of the new lad anyway.

You huffed, “I got dumped.” you closed your eyes, not seeing his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Dumped? By who?” He moved his settled hand to be atop your own. You shook your head slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“I didn’t want to make it a thing, and I felt bad for not telling you about him in the first place when it started becoming something.”

You also didn’t want him thinking there was something wrong with you, that there was some attribute or trait that drove men away, had he ever decided to reciprocate feelings for you. Which was a stupid thought and you knew it - you were best friends and he knew you. You also had kinda just been keeping yourself occupied with romantic interests in an attempt to chase your feelings for him away while he himself seemed occupied with girl after girl.

He cocked his head to the side. “Oh, love, that’s okay. I mean, we’ve both been so busy, you especially. I know how hard you work. Sure I’d like to hear about things but it doesn’t always necessarily have to be as they happen.” You’re eyebrows pinched, wondering how you got so lucky to have him as your best friend.

He passed you your cup of tea, “Should be cooled down enough now, there’s no sugar though.” You raised an eyebrow at him as you tipped the mug back against your lip. “Chamomile.” He rushed to explain shortly. You just sipped without a change in expression, waiting to hear more. “Nightmares, and all - you know how sugar heightens the-” He waved his hand around in front of him, searching for the word, “vividness and all...” he almost seemed... embarassed and sheepish, trying to act like it didn’t mean much, “didn’t want you waking up from some night terror or something.” He let out a half-laugh, taking a sip from his own mug, “Do you want to tell me what happened with this dumbass?” Followed by another sip to shut himself up.

“You remembered.” you noted, slumping back lower down the headboard, a little grin coming over your face as you clutched the warm mug.

“What’s that?” he raised his brows, licking his lip to catch a droplet of tea that dribbled.

“Just,” shaking your head, “didn’t think you remembered I got night terrors.”

He shrugged. “You used to get them pretty bad.” he recalled.

One night a few years ago, you had stayed the night at Rogers for the first time and he was awoken by a very panicked you, unable to fully wake up, and he just held you, shushing you as you quieted down and drifted back to sleep. You didn’t know about that night though. When he referred to it the next morning in conversation, you had no idea you woke him up at all, just that you had a bad nightmare and thought your leg shook and that was the end of it. You thought nothing of it and forgot about his mentioning of it when he played it off as “must've been a dream or something,” of his. Other times you knew you, when you would wake up alone at home from them, but you were never aware of his comfort being the reason you were able to stop panicking and lull back to a deep more relaxed sleep that night.

“Hmh. Anyway, about Dean,” another yawn, “maybe in the morning, Rog.” your weak, shaky arm resting the mug back on its coaster.

He perked up, “Dean, eh?” a grin widening across his face. You groaned. “He even sounds like an ass.” He shot you a wink, ruffling your hair as he stood up from the bed. “You’d better get some sleep, yeah? I’ll be out on the couch if you-”

“Wait!” you urged a bit too sudden, grabbing his wrist.

“Yeah?” He looked down at you, awaiting a response.

“Uhhh,” Shit.

“Wha’s up?” He turned his body to face you.

“Just... could you-... could you maybe stay in here tonight?” your voice trailed off quietly. “I just know I sleep better when I’m not alone, and-” he knew it too.

“Yeah, sure. If you think it’ll help.” A wave of relief came over you.

He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it in a corner, walking over to his wardrobe to snatch a pair of pajama bottoms. “Do you want something comfier to sleep in than those tight jeans you’ve got on?” He also remembered they were tight...

“That would be great.” you laughed nodding, and he threw a pair of flannel bottoms at you, accompanied by a band tshirt.

You instantly began changing right then and there, not giving it a second thought.

“I like that one.” Roger noted, your grey lace bra now in full view.

“Roger!” you clutched your cotton button-up to your chest to cover yourself. You didn’t really care too much though, but you were so tired you just didn’t really consider walking the 5 feet to the bathroom to change.

He let out a boyish chuckle, “What?!” You swatted your shirt him, shaking your head with a little grin peeking out. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.” he went to undo his belt with a smirk creeping up, referring to the countless girls he’s been with.

“Shut it! I’m too tired to even- I just wanna go to-”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, Y/N. Really. I’m just pullin’ your leg.” You sighed. “I’ll give you your privacy.” he mocked, defensive hands held up near his shoulders as he exited the room to the bathroom.

You began to change, pulling his tshirt over your head. It smelled so good, with hints of musk and pine permeating off of it.

From the bathroom, Roger could see your reflection in the mirror. He went to close the door properly when he noticed to actually give you your privacy, but just as he was, he caught you reveling in the scent. You had the shirt on, but lifted it, the fabric held to your face, eyes closed. He smirked and rather than shutting the door to avoid attention, just stepped away so you weren’t in his view.

You slid off your pants, which exhausted you to the brim, leaving you out of breath. You could hear the water running as Roger brushed his teeth and such. You reached for the flannel bottoms he had offered you and pulled those on under the duvet. They were huge on you because of the height difference, but they were comfy, nonetheless.

Roger knocked on the bathroom door as he walked in to give you some warning. He was shirtless and wearing a similar pair of pants as you. Your body lay somewhere under the thick duvet, just your head peeking out as you lay on your side. He looked down at you as he turned out the bedside lamp. Your hair was sprawled out over the satin pillowcase, and there was something so mesmerizing about it.

You felt the other side of the bed sink as he moved the blanket back and climbed in. Instant warmth radiated off of his body under the covers. You, back in a sort of delirious haze, reached out and placed a small hand on the side of his head, petting his hair.

“Having fun?” he laughed, moving your limp hand off and placing it between either of your pillows by your head. You felt something lumpy underneath your palm.

“Is this-?” you yanked it from the far back position it was stuffed.

“What?” a now groggy Roger asked.

you gasped, it was.

“Aha!” you gleamed, a fist clasped around its fluffy body, “Beary Potter!” you squealed. It certainly peaked his attention.

“Y/N! Give it!” He ordered as you yanked it away from his reach, giggling.

Beary was Rogers first teddy bear, and you remembered him always needing to sleep with it, no matter where he was. He had a blue ribbon tied around his neck, and even in the dark you knew it was him from the familiarity.

Roger kept reaching as you sat up holding it far away from him in the air.

“Tell me Taylor,” you went on as he groaned, falling back into the pillow, defeated.

“Do your late night shags ever get the courtesy of meeting such a legacy?”

“That’s enough out of you!” he grabbed your wrist in one swift motion, causing you to lose grip of it as it dropped. Your giggles came to a halt. He sighed, grabbing the stuffed animal and setting it on his bedside table, out of your reach.

“Go to sleep, Y/N.”

You sighed and whined, slumping down to the pillow, now laying on your back.

“Oh Don’t tell me you’re not tired anymore.”

“I am tired!” you retorted. “I just-” you trailed off.

“Well out with it!” he pried impatiently.

“I’m scared...” you croaked, staring out at the black abyss of the dark room.

“To fall asleep?” his voice was a bit softer now.

Your exhale was enough of an answer to confirm that. He adjusted so he was closer now. A lot closer, actually. You could feel his warmth from all of his body right next to you, just shy of an inch away.

“Maybe.. I could help with that...” he offered in a whisper near your ear.

That caught you off guard, sending a shiver down your spine as goosebumps covered your body. He was right there but all of a sudden you felt freezing at the tiny sensation his breath had against your neck. You gulped quietly.

“How-” clearing your throat, “-how do you plan on doing that?”, the curiosity honestly getting the best of you.

And at that, you felt a hand reach over to your jaw, his finger tips just by your ear, turning you to face him. His fingers gently trailed down the side of your neck, before he stopped himself, retracting his hand back to his side.

Your face dropped in disappointment, though he couldn’t see.

The dark room let him forget who he was beside, not being able to see your face as a reminder - definitely not just some girl.

“Roger...” you breathed, completely unsure of how you were - or should be - feeling.

He exhaled through his nose. “Sorry.” he went to flip onto his side to face away, but you caught his shoulder, and slowly pulled it back down to rest on the mattress.

“No it’s... it’s okay.” He turned to face you. “Could you actually, um...” you inhaled and held your breath, “could you hold me, Rog?”

“Hold you?”

Oh boy, should I have even asked? We’re best friends and all but-

“Will that help?” he asked, genuine care lingering in his tone. There was a pause before he felt you nod as your head audibly moved on the pillow.

“Okay, love.” and you turned to face the other direction, scooting into his warmth as he extended an arm under your neck to rest your head on. He draped a secure arm over your waist and dragged his hand from the dip of your waist up your arm to your shoulder and back down again to try and relax you. There was that shiver again, but it felt so comforting.

“You’re alright, you’re okay.” he reassured, continuing to draw his fingers along your skin.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. A bit hesitantly, you moved a leg back to intertwine with his.

His leg jolted at first in surprise. “You’re freezing!” He exclaimed, barely louder than a whisper. But then he wrapped his leg with yours, making them a mess of limbs under the thick covers.

There was a pause for a bit as you settled into the comfort.

“Three days.” You croaked.

“Hm?”

You turned around to face him, taking a deep breath and letting it go against his chest. Your hot air gave him goosebumps as his arms settled around your new position.

“I haven’t slept in three days.” You whispered, nuzzling your face into his sternum.

He gave you a squeeze with his arms and held you closer, his grip securing you in his arms.

“Well...” reaching a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, instantly calming you down a hundred levels. “That’s about to change, isn’t it?”

Your nose let go of a short breath in amusement, reaching an arm under his and drawing circles on his back. After awhile, you felt yourself grow laden with fatigue, but you couldn’t get a song out of your head. “Roger?” your voice barely audible in the security of his hug. “Y/N, go to bed.” he insisted. “The one with the lyrics about the girls smile.” you murmured into this chest. A moment went by before you added, “That’s the one.” and continued tracing a few more shapes on his bare back before your hands fell limp in a deep sleep. “Well,” He kissed your head ever so lightly. “I’m relieved because that numbers about a special friend of mine.” but you were already gone.

That night, you had some dreams. You had good ones, bad ones.. terrifying ones even, but Roger was there. The whole night, he never let go of you, even when your body started nearly-convulsing in a REM sleep panic. Even when your nails dug into his back subconsciously from the fear propelling you out of stillness, he just breathed extra deep in the hopes of your lungs mimicking his inhalation patterns. Even when he woke up in the morning with just a measly half hour of sleep docked, he was still just as close to you as you awoke.

He looked down at you, your arm draped across his bare torso as he lay on his back, you basically a koala attached to him. Moving a stray hair that had fallen over your face, your eyes slowly blinked awake, lashes fluttering, and met with his blue ones.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” His raspy voice cooed, smiling at your sleepy state. You just squeezed him tight for a moment and settled your head near his collarbone as you lay on your side.

“Did you have a good sleep?” You asked with closed eyes, slowly seeping into a drowse again.

He tucked some hair behind your ear and replaced his hand on your upper arm with a deep breath.

“The best.”

You hummed in satisfaction, and went back to sleep, your little hints of snores drawing out a smile across his face you never saw as he finally did too.

Please let me know what you thought :”) I won’t know if my writing is good unless you let me know or offer ideas for what I could improve on as well as fic/blurb/headcanon requests! I appreciate all the support :) xx

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mochixjimin · 5 years

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Fade to Black (M)

Kim Namjoon |BTS| smut

Word Count: 6.8K

Warnings: exhibitionism, bodily fluid play, major dom/sub themes, fellatio, fingering, language, derogatory names, degredation, choking, just a lot of stuff, practice safe sex kiddos. -pls 18+ only-

The music on the radio seeped through your ears as you bounced giddily in the car seat, "Joonie, where are we going?"

He went to lightly pat your thigh before placing his hand back on the wheel, "Now baby, if I told where we're going, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it? I gave you plenty of hints leading up to this."

"No you did not! What kind of hint is "You can eat here?" Namjoon please tell me," you continued to whine, "C'mon, I'll make it worth your while." You wiggled your eyes under the cloth and blindly went to reach where you thought his hand was when he chuckled and tangled yours in his, "Look, that’s a great hint! All you have to do is sit back and let me guide you to the destination. I think that blindfold looks good on you."

"Joonie, I love you with all my heart, but it itches, and you are as navigationally correct as a broken compass. Can I just take it off and keep my eyes closed? I pinky promise I won't peek!"

"Nuh uh, that is a satin blindfold! It felt nice when I-"

You turned your cloth covered head in what you believed to be his direction, "When you what? Did you use this on yourself you freak! How amazing, so domjoon is real. Nice, the internet knows right."

He laughed and joked, "Of course, I have to make sure it was comfy for my girl… but you said you didn’t read that stuff!"

"I don’t… I mean at least not when you all aren't out on tour… Don’t judge me! A girl gets lonely without her boyfriend and you just have to make do with what you have available!" You defended as the car began to slow down and make a series of turns and stops.

"Well, I guess we will discuss that later… We're here!" He responded, unbuckling his seatbelt to get out and open your door.

Once Namjoon got you out the car and carefully walked you to the "surprise location," you beamed as if you would bounce into a new time zone, "Are we here!? Please tell me we're here, I hope we're here!"

"Yes babe, just a few more steps." He affirmed, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you before stopping to give a drawn out countdown when you hastily added, "Four, three, two, one!"

You undid the blindfold and Namjoon threw a "Ta-da!" but the smile on your face fell short, "You dragged me across town to watch a movie? Joonie, are you serious?"

"You don’t like it?" He said, voice lowering in disappointment, "I thought it would be cute if we had a movie date, but at home is boring, this way you can run around and do that weird thing where you get up and pace because the main character did something dumb."

"Um, because if the killer is right there, why not just run? Literally, I would not be friends with such dumb people, it's always the smart people that die first! But no, I love it! I just thought it would be something crazy like a blimp ride or petting a lion?" You started to say loudly, but hushed down to a whisper as you remembered where you were.

He laughed loudly when you shushed him, "We are in a movie theater! What if someone was trying to watch the previews!?"

"Oh ____, I rented out the entire theater for us, and I had to make a deal with Jackson so he could spin it to his manager, but we'll have to watch three now playing movies, so I made sure they were all of the ones you wanted to watch. Also, you're afraid of heights, why would I ever put a dangerous creature near you, and surprise! I bought you a huge blanket so we can cuddle up as well."

You smiled widely and turned to give him a kiss and tight hug, "Oh Namjoon, you're too sweet! I love you so much, what are we watching?"

"I love you too. Well, I thought we'd start with a thriller to get your blood racing then finish the night out with a sappy romance movie; but not Titanic, I know how much you despise that movie."

You grumbled and muttered, "She didn't have to throw the diamond back in the ocean…" But you swooned and went to hug him once more before he led you to the recliner chairs towards the back. He grabbed the blanket and placed over the two of you then slid over your favorite candy when you were all settled in and comfortable, he motioned a gesture and the first movie began to play onscreen.

About an hour into the movie fest, you felt Namjoon's hand lay idle on your thigh. Usually, this wouldn’t bother you, but when it began to trail slowly up to the edge of your skirt, you found it harder and harder to watch the picture onscreen. "Um, Joonie? What are you doing?"

Without turning his head and stopping to massage your thigh he added, "Just trying to give my girl the ultimate surprise, did you really think this would just be it?"

"N-Namjoon, what is that supposed to mean?" You asked as his fingers rubbed at the black material of your skirt to answer you, "I am fairly certain that a month ago, you told me in a drunken stupor that you always wanted to have sex in a movie theater, no?"

You balked and turned comically in his direction, "Ohhh… fuck. I didn’t mean any of that! You can't take what I say to heart, especially drunk! I'm also pretty sure that night Taehyung said he wanted to kiss Yoongi, does that make them secret lovers!?"

He didn’t budge and began to slowly dip his hand under your skirt, "Well it isn't a secret anymore, babe. But, maybe so, they have been spending quite a bit of time together, don’t you agree?"

"O-okay… well that’s not the point! They aren't together and we aren't fucking in this movie theater! What if someone comes in here?!" You lowered your voice as you continued to grow in unease as his hand went fully under the black material, "Babe, there's no need to whisper. We are here alone, no one will come in unless I call my buddy in the projection room. C'mon, I know you're ovulating, don't you think a reward is in order for being so good and restrained?"

You sat back, bit the corner of your lip, and tugged on it teetering between the fact that you could possibly get caught or not caring who might walk in and just letting him touch you. "Motherfucker, he did this on purpose." you thought. No wonder he would tiptoe around you, teasing you at every opportunity he could: letting a touch linger too long, a kiss heating up cut randomly, and hearing him touch himself when you were ten steps from him should have been a big hint.

He could sense you putting two and two together to whisper in your ear, "So princess, what do you say, want sir to make you feel good?"

You felt a tingle shoot up your spine at the name he only used in the bedroom before you nodded and grumbled, "We better not get fucking caught or I will end you. I think that Jin would make a good leader, don’t you?"

He kept his steely gaze over you before responding, "Princess. You want to be good or will I have to make you scream in this theater?"

"N-no, I'm sorry…" You whispered, but you felt a sharp tug at your hair making you wince, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir, I'll be good…" At that Namjoon loosened his grip, kissed your neck, and let out a low laugh, "Good girl, just relax."

He smiled inward, put his hand between your legs, and spread them as he inched closer to your center. His mouth went back to your ear, "How wet are you, babe? I know you missed my cock these last few weeks, I bet you're dripping."

"Uh, just a little… this movie is really cool though, I've never seen it before." All you could do was clear your throat and tried to avoid truly answering with your eyes only looking forward, " I like the flowers… the art direction is different."

"Princess, that's an advertisement for floral arrangements." He chuckled and placed his thumb directly on your clit over your soaked panties as you shut your eyes closed and curtly responded, "Mhm- it is?"

Namjoon smugly laughed again before saying, "Yeah, but it must be hard to watch the rest since your eyes are screwed shut. I only have my thumb on you, how will it feel when I slide your panties off and slide my cock into you?"

You whined, "Namjoon, please."

He dug his thumb painfully into your core, "Please who? That's not it kitten."

"Sir, please. I need you," you urged louder, almost begging him. "Please make your kitten feel good, I need your fingers."

"Only that? You don’t want this?" He aired, taking your hand and placing it over his crotch, "Can you feel how good thinking about being in that sweet cunt of yours makes me? You can't understand how hard it is to not just fuck you right now?"

"Then why don’t you?" you spat and ground your core into his hand, but he pulled away at your rushing him to angrily huff, "Namjoon! God, please fuck me, why are you teasing me?"

Just as he was about to answer, you two heard a random voice, "Well Hajoon, I swear this is the right theater? Look, there's a couple right there, let's ask them."

Your eyes bulged, and you scrambled to remove the hand he took to place on his crotch, trying to pry his strong hand from between your thighs, "Namjoon, please! They're coming over here!!"

Namjoon, not phased at all, scrunched the blanket in a manner to cover the laps of you two as the older couple approached and slipped his hand beneath the cotton material of your ruined panties, "…Yes, mam?"

"Oh my, I am sorry to interrupt your date young lady, but is this theater six?" The older woman asked, she looked no more than sixty years old and her husband the same, your breath hitched hoping that Namjoon wouldn't make a game out of this, "U-um, yes mam!" You hastily said, disregarding Namjoon for a second, until he pinched your clit, making you squeak but brought the attention his way so the older woman wouldn't question you more, "Why, it is quite alright. My girlfriend here is just worked up because she's been wanting to see this movie for a while. It's lovely to see that you two still go on dates and to action movies too? That's pretty cool."

The older woman began to soften at him, and the older man added, "You are so right young man! You remind me of myself in my youth, our first date was a film and ice cream, so we decided to come out and live like the kids do."

Namjoon chuckled and flashed them a dimpled smile on the surface while he slid his fingers up and down your center, "Nothing like making memories! New or old, we can look back on these days and reminisce about our sweethearts to revel in the ways they touched us."

You glared at him, reading between the lines of his words, but shifted uncomfortably and flashed the best forced 'I'm totally not about to get fucked in a theater' smile you could. You were about to verbally agree with him when Namjoon placed his thumb back over your clit and slid into you as he harshly massaged circles into your heat causing you to weirdly add, "Y-yeah, nothing like love! I hope you enjoy the movie!"

The older woman thanked Namjoon as she guided her husband back down the stairs and closer to the front. When he thought they were out of earshot the older man spoke, "Hyesun, that girl was being weird, at least she's pretty." You heard his backhanded compliment and scowled, "If she put a hand on your dick around people you'd act weird too, bitch."

"Ah, ah kitten. Don't disrespect your elders and you know I feel when you curse at me like a child." He scolded, but still rubbing you, "Now, back to what we were doing. What did you want?"

"N-Sir, I'm sorry. There are people here…" You tried to defend, slightly waning in your strength. Usually Namjoon wasn't this cruel when playing outside of the bedroom, the most he'd done in your three year relationship is buy one of those remote controlled vibrators, it was something you enjoyed, and to have your more reserved qualities breaking with him was something you loved about him. But to drag it to a theater, especially with these people in here, was on a higher level that made you secretly want to let them know how Namjoon could make you cum regardless of the situation.

"And? Are you afraid that those lovely older people will know how much of whiny, little slut you are?" Namjoon casually aired and sped up his touch making you gasp, "Fuck, are you close?"

You gritted your teeth and kept nodding no, but he asked again and again, "Princess, are you lying? You know you'd have to ask if you wanted to cum right?" He slowed down, his new pace making you bubble with annoyance and the disobedience hurled words his way before you could catch yourself, "No, I said I wasn't fucking lying. Can you let me cum now?"

He just made a 'tsk' sound and abruptly removed his fingers, before you knew it the hand that was on you was in your mouth, "Look at you," Namjoon scolded, but kept his grip on your tongue flat, "such a greedy bitch. I thought the time I spent not touching you would make you appreciate this, but you're acting just like a stupid brat. Suck."

You muffled a 'mmhm' before licking and sucking your essence off his fingers, the act itself making you gush. When he removed his fingers, he rubbed them over lips and gripped your chin to look in his eyes, "My needy bitch, look at you. I wonder what that couple would think if they saw how much of a whore you are, demanding to orgasm in a theater," he laughed and quickly flicked his eyes down to the one other couple to note that they were too distracted with the loud explosions on the screen to even be bothered, "if you want to cum, you'll really have to earn it now."

"Yes sir… I'm sorry sir." You could feel tears beading up at your eyes, you weren't a crier, but when Namjoon acted this way it frustrated you. He and anybody else for that matter let you have whatever you wanted, that's why he gave you the name Princess, but when he decided to that the princess shouldn't have her way all the time, he made you beg and it annoyed you, but his telling you no changed something inside you. It was followed by a long "session" of teaching you obedience, but you still had your slip-ups, and the current situation was one of them.

"Does the princess remember what do when she acts like a selfish bitch?" He coldly stated, you crumpled inward and slowly nodded as you removed the blanket from you and your shaky legs got up from the chair to stand in front of Namjoon. "Well, what are you waiting for? Turn around."

You let out an unsteady breath and slid the skirt up around your waist to pull down the soaked material covering your center, you hissed when the cool air of the theater hit you. The sound must have been louder than you thought, because the older woman sat forward and you quickly ducked down to pick your panties up from around your ankles. Namjoon smiled and waved at her, you assumed that she smiled back and as you went to get back up a strong hand pushed your shoulder causing your knees to painfully hit the ground, "Ah, what the Namjoon, fu-" you attempted to air, but Namjoon swiped the panties from your hands and shoved them into your mouth, "I can't spank you, I'll let you have a free pass this time, but my cock needs some relief, don’t you think so?"

"Mmhm yeth sir" you garbled as the panties obstructed your speaking. "Mm, good girl, I'll have to adjust your punishment, for now, take your top off now." He said making you smile at the first nice name, but you rushed to strip the striped crop top off your body to reveal the lacy bra you had on, "Ah, so you planned to be a bitch tonight I see."

You frowned and went to say no, but the balled up material failed you, "It's fine sweet girl, I know you'll take whatever I'll give you, is that correct?" Namjoon told you as he went to pluck the fabric from your lips, put it somewhere else, then dig around in his pocket to reveal the lacy, black collar that had an engraved 'Kitten' on the metal tag and the satin cloth he used earlier as your blindfold, "Don't think I could forget your collar pet. Now turn around for Sir."

Namjoon watched as you quietly shuffled in the other direction, knees painfully digging at the cold concrete below you. You normally wore a daytime collar with a cursive 'Princess' etched in pretty rose gold letters, and it was subtle enough to appear to be a regular necklace from a loving boyfriend, but this collar held in his hands was more intricate, had the word 'Sir's Pet' on the tag, and allowed for him to be more rough with you when need be.

Once the collars were switched around, he pulled you backwards, bending you towards his knees, "We will try this one more time. Will you swallow my cock down if it's presented to that whore mouth of yours?" You nodded and added, "Yes sir, I promise." He allowed you to twist back around as you placed your hands in your lap and you waited with your mouth open for his dick, "Fuck. Seeing you be so good is too much pet, does your mouth feel dry?"

You were about to answer when you opted to nod 'yes' instead, in actuality, your spit was pooling and dribbling out of your mouth, but not being able to rewet your tongue felt uncomfortable. Namjoon took the hand not holding the silk material to grip your chin once more and dipped his mouth down as if he would kiss you, your eyes fluttered closed due to him being so close to you in hopes that he would place a kiss on you, but he just laughed. You opened your eyes and tilted your head sideways to look at him quizzically when he responded, "Did you really think I would kiss those filthy, cock sucking lips of yours?"

If his hand weren't so tightly connected to your chin, you would have frowned in sadness, but before you knew how to react, he spits into your open mouth, then took his thumb to rub it in mixing his saliva with yours. He then harshly let go of you to reach down between your legs to swipe at the ground under your heat, "Your cunt is such a mess, when they have to clean after we leave Jackson will wonder what this is, I should make you lick it up and directly apologize to him for being so dirty."

Your eyes bared at him, silently begging for him not to be so cruel. "Well, alright pet. Do you want Sir's cock now?"

You sat up on your haunches excitedly, almost bouncing as he placed his hand at the zipper of his pants, "You ready?" He smugly said knowing the answer while undoing the zipper and gripping his length, "Aish, my dick is gonna feel so good sliding in that whore mouth. If those damn old people weren't here, I could make you scream, but you'll just have to work on keeping quiet pet."

With your mouth still open, you nodded and found odd gratefulness to the rude, older couple for being there. When Namjoon finally pulled out his length, you clamped your lips together to let out a very audible whimper, and Namjoon looked down to see if it was loud enough to alert the only other people in the theater, but they continued to watch as a car exploded on the screen, "So much for quiet pet. Have you missed my cock that much?"

You eagerly nodded and he went to place a hand on your head petting and slowly urging you closer to him, "Open wide." He took his length and rubbed it over your lips and tongue then hissed lowly as he slid into your mouth, "Mmhm, fuck." He unconsciously gripped your hair harder, bucked up in your mouth, and hit the back your throat roughly causing you to choke and tear up. You were a little out of touch since he hadn't kept up with your needs and training over the last few weeks, but he loved the watery, wide-eyed look you flashed him before swallowing his length like a good girl. He had no choice but to opt for keeping his pleasure to low grunts and smirks in ecstasy from your ministrations, but it didn't stop the fire in your center and him allowing you to drip, "My beautiful princess. You're good at taking cock well, did you know that? Sir loves when you can behave, fuck. When I get you home, your reward will be so fun to give you."

He bucked forward unexpectedly and caught you off guard due to being lost in his praise, so you accidentally pressed against him trying to pull away for a moment to catch your breath, but he yanked your head back causing you to whimper. Namjoon then had one hand tangled in your curls and the other tightly wrapped around your neck to harshly grit in your ear, "Did I say you could touch me pet?"

"I-I'm sorry-" You attempted to apologize before he rudely cut you off, "No Sir, I didn't ask." He looked to you to repeat his words the best you could under his grip, he released his hold on your throat to go back to the satin material in his pocket, "I was trying to be nice, but you're testing my patience Pet." He took your hands and shoved them behind your back, twisting them in an uncomfortable position before tying an intricate knot binding them together, "It seems as though the time you've spent without my cock has made you grow to be an incorrigible slut. Maybe that couple will understand if I fuck you open right here and now."

"Please Sir no, I'm sorry! I really am!!" You quietly sobbed, tears now falling down your face but he just laughed, "Crying isn't gonna make me lessen your punishment pet." He hooked his hand under your arm to yank you up and spin you towards the screen, "You can have cock pet, is that not what you wanted?"

"S-sir, that couple will see…" You sniffled but he harshly pulled you back onto his lap making you gasp loudly when you felt his hard and wet length on your ass. The older woman laughed at the front and you blanched, you wondered if she saw and caught on to what you and Namjoon were doing. You scrambled, but forgot that your arms were bound behind you with the blindfold and she spoke up since it was only you two and them there, "I know! I thought she was dead too!!"

Namjoon laughed, and your nerves were shot to hell: your makeup was smudged and runny, your hair looked as if you slept in for three months, and your clothes were a crinkled mess; the way you left this afternoon is drastically different from how Namjoon has you looking currently. "You can't keep quiet, and it seems like you enjoy fucking up right after I give you such praise for being good. As if you are still trying to be that bratty girl I met two years ago. Such a shame."

You could do nothing more but sob more and throat too strained to let out anything but intelligible phrases, "B-but, I sai-said I was sorry."

"And how many times should I forgive you for being the brattiest bitch I've ever met in my life? I let you slide too many times pet but don't worry, I'm sure that you can make cum still." He coldly stated and pulled your mouth open again to take your ruined panties from earlier to shove them back into your mouth, "Fuck. Seeing you like this is my favorite, but I need you to keep an eye out for the lovely couple down there pet."

He felt you try to turn your head in his hand, but he chuckled again, "No pet. You can ride my cock and make sure they aren't looking, that old man might have been rude, but he might have fun staring at your breasts again." You kept trying to break from his grip to beg him to just wait for your punishment, but he was stronger than you and used his free hand to slide his length into as the hand on your chin tightly covered your mouth to further mask the violent moan/sob falling from your lips.

Once he felt that you adjusted to him inside you, he removed the hand from your mouth to pull your bra down and fully expose you, "Fuck. You like being stripped and fucked in front of people pet?" You nodded your head side to side vehemently but he placed his hand around your neck to pull you into the crook of his neck, "Why are you still lying? Your cunt is getting wetter, do you like being fucked wide open or not?"

You couldn't speak, so you looked over to him and sheepishly nodded up and down. He smiled from what you observe and added, "See, that's my girl, do you see how good it is to be honest with Sir? Things can always go well if you can just obey me. Do you want to move on my cock?"

You nodded and made an animal like sound signaling that you were ready to behave for Namjoon, "Hm, good girl."

He released the grip on your neck to allow you to find an angle so that you could situate your feet and bounce on him properly, once you slid up and back down on him, your bodily noises were carelessly leaving your lips. Namjoon hissed and gripped your hip tight, "Fuck baby, keep doing that, and I'll fill you up soon."

Once you heard that, a fire lit inside you and you tried your best to ride him as well as hit your g-spot so that you both could fall over the edge, your breast bounced as Namjoon roughly massaged the other in his free hand, "God, you are the best pet. Your pussy is molded to fit my cock perfectly, Sir is fuck you so well for the next few days, just you wait."

You loudly moaned, not caring about the movie or the older couple at the bottom the of the theater, they could go to hell for all you cared. Your muffled sobs came back in a brutal onslaught as Namjoon slowed you down and stopped, "I know you're close. Do you want to cum?"

You leaned back into him & yelled through the fabric in your mouth, "Yeth, pleabe!!" Namjoon probably smirked and pet your hair before revealing, "Okay, only if you can make some noise" and with that he pulled your panties from your mouth and slammed you back down on him. "Ah, sir please no!" You whispered, but he acted as if he couldn’t hear you and slowly lifted your hips, letting his dick slip from you, "I can play all night pet, but you have an option: do this and cum or disobey me and I won't touch you for two months."

Tears pooled at your eyes and if your arms weren't bound so tightly, you would have screamed and slapped at his chest, "That's not fair sir! I've done everything I'm supposed to, I want to cum!" Without missing a beat at your tantrum, Namjoon simply stated, "Then show that man down there that this is how you enjoy a movie."

He quickly slipped backed into you before your brain could register what was happening, "Uh, fuck. Sir, please." You kept whimpering and begging, but he wouldn't budge, "Nope. I can cum right now, but I want you to cum as well." He lifted you up and pulled you down forcefully, making you choke up, "Sir…"

Namjoon did for what seemed like forever, your eyes were screwed shut and your face was a mess of tears, makeup, pre-cum, and his spit, "C'mon pet, this must be killing you, almost getting there and being a bitch is taking that delicious orgasm from you. I'm dangling the carrot, just bite it baby."

Your legs were burning, and your body acted as if it only kept up this long due to how close Namjoon brought you to the edge before plucking you away from the cliff, "Okay Sir." Namjoon's posture stiffened, making you fall backward as your pleasure surged through you strongly, "Please let me cum Sir, fuck those old people, I bet they've done crazy stuff too."

Namjoon smiled and sat you up before fucking into you roughly making your mouth stream curses and coax breathy whimpers from you, "Princess?"

"Yes, Sir?" You happily responded at the cute name, “May I cum now?"

He drummed your thigh and whispered into your ear, "Open your eyes and then when I say to cum, cum." You peeled your eyes open, the stark contrast of the bright screen from your squeezing them shut trying to hold in your orgasm, your eyes looked all over the place until your eyes looked, "N-nam-Sir! That man is… he's staring at us!"

Namjoon laughed and placed his hand between your legs to massage your clit, "I know. He's been watching you for a while, now cum." Like clockwork, your mouth let out a strangled gasp, and continued to cry as your orgasm ripped through you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so tight. I'm gonna cum pet, do you want Sir to fill you up with cum?"

"Yes sir, please!!" He obliged and stilled underneath you to pump you full of cum, "Fuck, I hope it doesn't drip out your cunt. I really haven't fucked you in a while." You two were too blissed out to notice that the older male at the base of the theater had his mouth hung open and a hand over what you assumed was his crotch to alleviate the arousal you two brought him.

As the last scene played and credits began to roll, you attempted to stand, but you wobbled and sat back down. Once he undid the makeshift ties on your wrists, you tied it in a way that it made your hair look less mussed, Namjoon laughed, then went to grab a few wet wipes from your purse to make it look like the movie made you cry and not like you just got fucked at a theater in front of a stranger, "Namjoon I look too fucked up. No one will believe the movie did this to me."

He ignored you and touched up a few more spots on your face before collecting your soiled panties and wrinkled top so you could at least walk out with only one less item of clothing on, "Nah, you look good. I bet that old man is going to have a great night now." You blushed and went to smack his bicep, "Shut up!! I'm never talking about this again, where was his wife!? She like disappeared for ten minutes… Oh God, we can never come here again! They're gonna think we're sex freaks!"

"I mean, that is accurate for people that fuck in a movie theater don't you think." Namjoon had such a vastly different duality, you wondered why you were as cool as he was, "…Well, yeah. But let's just go! I don't want to see his face, I'm just gonna duck out."

When you two walked out of the theater, you saw the woman minus her better half (gladly), "Oh, you two! Hi, how did you like the movie, dear did it make you cry?"

You choked up and Namjoon spoke up for you, "Aha, yes. My girl is a crier, I'm just glad she wasn't too loud for you." The older woman just smiled and carried on with the conversation like she really heard nothing and Namjoon's veiled statement made you blush, "Oh, darling! There is no need to be shy, I thought I heard a few sobs, but then these moans came out of nowhere… I swear that movie was not supposed to have a sex scene! These movies nowadays are so filthy."

You moved entirely behind Namjoon to hide your face and meekly spoke from behind him, "I-I know, we thought it was PG-13, but who knows…" Your boyfriend finding the humor in all, placed you back in front of him to put both arms around you as the two of you faced this woman, "Well, um, Ms. Hyesun was it?"

"Oh, yes son, Song Hyesun! I guess we should introduce each other, you two are Namjoon and ____ right?" She perked up and you both nodded. "So Ms. Song where did your lovely husband go? We noticed that you weren't in there for the last ten or so minutes?" Namjoon slyly asked, obviously not drawing attention to himself as he was just a nice, young man asking a simple question, but your insides were doing backflips.

"Hmm, well when I heard the first moan, I walked right out and tried to find an usher, but I believe that young man thought I was senile and told me that entire room was rented out. Can you believe the audacity of him to tell me that there were no sex scenes in that movie and I must have went to the wrong room? I know what I heard in theater six, some of these youths…" She explained and inwardly you sighed and thought, "Thank you Jackson for being the world's worst cinema attendant."

Namjoon continued to indulge her, coyly enjoying that she tried to make a fuss of you two with no support, "So I'm guessing your husband is giving that attendant a stern chat?" Hyesun laughed and rubbed his arm for an uncomfortably long time, just long enough to make you think these people were the real sex freaks and try to find adults in their mid-20's to have sex or something. "Ahem, yes mam. My boyfriend and I were wondering that as well. I hope he isn't too harsh on the poor boy." You voiced, emphasizing that you and Namjoon were together, making the cougar retract her claws from your oblivious boyfriend.

"Well, yes." She curtly added, moving to put her arms crossed over her chest as if annoyed with you before continuing, "He told me to leave and find the attendant, but then he stepped out and called me to get him this special popcorn, so I must have missed the ending. It's okay, he'll fill me in I'm sure." You turned to look at Namjoon and he just smirked, "Oh, Ms. Song, there he is now!"

The older man walked over looking directly at the floor and his wife in no way casual, "Oh no, sweetie! What happened to your pants? Don't tell me that the attendant got nasty with you."

He cleared his throat and mumbled something, but you were curious as to what she meant, and your wandering eye caught up with what Hyesun was talking about. He had a faint, but very noticeable spot on his pants, right where his di-, "Oh so, your wife tells us you enjoyed the movie. But If I had known there would have been a sex scene, I would have suggested you visit another film." Namjoon smugly added and Ms. Song crooned, but her husband just muttered again, leaving Namjoon to cockily keep pushing, "You know, I'm sorry for the crude talk Ms. Song, but the scene was just beautiful. The cinematography of the young woman fighting submission so passionately really spoke to her character. Although, in the end her needs were in the hands of this man that enjoys control, and the way she played into the roles so well definitely deserves some credit. Her rewards for that performance must be something great, I can believe that."

You were blushing again and your lips were fastened between your teeth trying not to beam in a way that would give away the truth behind that statement that you did a good job and he was proud of you, "Yes. The scene was probably difficult for the actress, but she held her own. It was a little fuss when that guy was secretly watching them though, what a shame…" It was your turn to have fun, the older man's face reddened more and his wife listened, fascinated in what you had to say, "Oh my! Someone was watching them in such an intimate embrace? How did that go over for you two? I know my husband was on the phone with me, so he must not have seen it, but we're older, how would you two feel if that was really you?"

"Oh, it would be so creepy and gross, who wants an old pervert watching them?" You aired, making the man look back to the ground but Namjoon, always the contrarian, prodded further, "Yeah, it would be a bit unnerving to see someone quietly getting off on lovemaking, but they were in public baby, how did they not expect for someone to watch? I bet they got their rocks off seeing her break down her strong role to that of a submissive pet. I guess it shows that strong, female leads still want to have fun and play the game. She was bored being the leader all the time and having someone watching her display this hidden side of her aroused her more and you could really tell; it's like she wasn't acting and needed that in her life."

The woman was just delighted at his words and finally spoke, "Wow, what a great concept when you two reason it like that. I guess I was wrong about the movie and I should go apologize to the attendant, maybe even give him a tip. I am turning into a bitter, old lady after all." Her husband quickly reassured her, "No! I mean, my love, it's alright. They described it well enough, we won't have to see it again! It was nice meeting you two, have a lovely rest of your night."

You fanned the flames one last time as they were walking away, "Bye sir! I hope you and your wife have an interesting evening as well!" Namjoon held you tighter, laughed loudly, and then kissed you on your forehead, "You are perfect. I love you, Princess."

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Now let's go before we're on the local news. My legs feel sticky…"

A/N: don’t ask for a part two or updates, lemme know what you think!

#kim namjoon #namjoon smut #kim namjoon smut #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #namjoon fluff #jeon jungkook smut #kim namjoon fluff #smut fic #kpop smut #wreck it rapmon #brb: cuddling jimin rn

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Review : Parasite (2019)

Certain films that pass through the hallowed path that is Cannes Film Festival tend to generate monster levels of buzz, and Bong Joon-ho’s Parasite is no exception to that lucky rule. The buzz around this film was so thick, in fact, that I decided to check this one out simply on the strength of the general publics’ word of mouth. Without reading a review of or seeing a trailer for this film, I walked into my screening, and spoiler alert : my mind was blown.

In South Korea, a family lives in a cramped, semi-basement level apartment, communcally struggling to make the ends meet. After meeting with his friend Min (Park Seo-joon), Kim (Choi Woo-shik) lands an opportunity to tutor Park Da-hye (Jung Ji-so), the daughter of wealthy parents Park Dong-ik (Lee Sun-kyun) and Choi Yeon-gyo (Cho Yeo-jeng). After visiting the family’s lavish home, designed by famed architect (and former resident) Namgoong, Kim is hooked, and immediately enacts plans to employ his family to Park Da-hye’s family in a myriad of sneaky ways. After learning that Park Da-hye’s younger brother Park Da-song (Jung Hyun-joon) is an aspiring ‘artist’, Kim convinces Choi Yeon-gyo to hire Kim Ki-jeong (Park So-dam) as his art tutor, under the guise that she is a friend of a friend. Quickly, the siblings find a way to get Park Dong-ik’s personal driver Yoon (Park Geun-Rok) fired and replaced by their father Kim Ki-taek (Song Kang-ho). After a bit of research and sabotage, the siblings also managed to get legacy housekeeper Moon-gwang (Lee Jung-eun) fired and replaced with their mother Kim Chung-sook (Jang Hye-jin). With Kim’s family in place, and having convinced the family they are employed to that they are strangers, the group begins having visions of occupying a home like the Namgoong home. Their world is shattered, however, when Moon-gwang returns under strange circumstances during a family camping trip in honor of Park Da-song’s birthday, and the fallout causes waves that are felt by all families connected to the home.

This film is a whip-smart, darkly comedic look at materialism and classicism, with a pinch of suspense and tension sprinkled in by way of deceit on multiple levels. The Park family, while charming in their own right, clearly value objects more than people, with their fascination on American objects (read : consumerism) permeating to the point that they don the Kim family with American names, as if they are toys/servants. Despite this subtle power move, the levels of deceit used by the Kim family throw the power struggle on its head, with their ruse being implemented so quickly and efficiently that an artificial trust is built between the two parties. The classicism is presented via the extremely wide divide that exist between the help and the helped, with both the Kim family and Moon-gwang hiding ENORMOUS secrets literally right under the nose of the Park family due partly to the poorer familys’ need to do whatever they must to survive, and partly to the blind eye that the Park family turns on the poor and the old, with Park Dong-ik literally being repulsed by the smell of the old and the poor.

This film would not work nearly as well as it does without the monstrous presence that the house exudes, with its notorious reputation as a product of a famous architect serving as a distraction to its own set of deep secrets. The design of the home fits the decadence of the Park family, with its breathtaking aura being fueled by a mixture of simple (but grand) design that houses a litany of objects and a beautifully manicured lawn. Moon-gwang’s return, however, opens a door that is both figurative and literal, showing that even those that are implementing a dangerous ruse have room to be surprised and shocked. The home gives the Park family such a sense of comfort that it almost forms a literal haze around them, with young Park Da-song being the most perceptive member of the family due to his age and innocence being a strong protector against the fog of materialism and the jadedness that life experience creates.

The writing in this film is textured and tight, with plenty of seeds planted that pay off brilliantly throughout the run of the movie. The characters are as intelligent as they are funny, which allows them to play slightly over the top without sacrificing a sense of realism or damaging the ever-present tension that grows as the story unfolds. The cinematography is fluid and flowing, as the camera moves among those that inhabit the world of the film like an observant spectre (much like some of the characters find themselves eventually doing). The subtle undertones presented in the film feel like a reward to the audience, as Bong Joon-ho is careful not to spoon feed viewers or beat them over the head with information, relying instead on revealing things slowly and timely as the story progresses. The balance found in the parallel locations of the semi-basement level apartment and the grand Namgoong home works well, with the big secret that the Namgoong home hides serving as a bridge that connects everyone. The final half-hour of this film is as gripping and captivating cinema as anything I’ve seen all year.

The Kim family manages to be incredibly engaging despite being the true antagonists of the film (though the film really has no protagonists). Song Kang-ho finds a way to exude pride that is surrounded by a reservation and acceptance of his squalid situation, with Jang Hye-jin’s strong personality offsetting Song Kang-ho's sadness. Choi Woo-shik brings a teenage curiosity that he mixes with the eye of a hustler and opportunist, and Park So-dam runs the entire show with a keen mix of an assorted skill set, a sharp and actively observant state of mind, and a chameleon-like personality. As for the Park family, Jung Ji-so displays a proper level of boy-crazy tendencies, and Jung Hyun-joon lets his child-like mischief fuel his performance, making his character reveals and callbacks hit harder when they are played. Lee Sun-kyun exudes a quiet strength fueled by an indifference to nearly everything, and a shallowness that eventually becomes his downfall. Cho Yeo-jeong is arguably the most sympathetic of all the characters, with the love for her family playing against her deficiencies as a mother, wife and housekeeper, essentially making her a trophy wife with minor levels of autonomy. Lee Jung-eun plays her opening background roles strongly, making her return to the narrative a reveal that opens entirely new pathways of audience experience, judgement and tension. Appearances by Park Myung-hoon, Park Geun-Rok, Jung Yi-seo and Park Seo-joon round out the film.

This film is a hard one to talk about without revealing too much, and although I doubt that it would damage the experience of seeing this movie if you go into it with a bit of knowledge, this dish is one that is best served without prior knowledge in order to achieve maximum enjoyment. If you’re a fan of the work of Yorgos Lanthimos, or you like your humor mixed with a respectable level of shock and subtle social commentary, then Parasite is your film.

#ChiefDoomsday #DOOMonFILM #BongJoonHo #Parasite #SongKang-ho #JangHye-jin #ChoiWoo-shik #ParkSo-dam #LeeSun-kyun #ChoYeo-jeong #JungJi-so #JungHyun-joon #LeeJung-eun #ParkMyung-hoon #ParkGeun-Rok #JungYi-seo #ParkSeo-joon

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Expandable Batons

As a college student, especially one with a fine art major that requires me to be around campus or in unfamiliar locations at odd hours, I tend to carry multiple different self-defense items on me at any given time depending on where I find myself– pepper-gel, a trusty knife, tactical pen, stun-gun (or is it taser? hm), and more recently a collapsible baton.

You know the kind -

It was actually tv and movies that really made me want to get one. I dunno, can’t really explain why but something about them just felt so cool. Also, it felt like one of the better weapons to carry on me when I’m out. A windy or rainy day can make pepper spray almost useless (plus in a panic situation, you might even spray yourself). I love my knife, but for it to be really effective I need to get in close with my attacker and that is the last thing I want.

A baton though. Oof. Just the sound of you whipping it open might be enough to scare off your attacker, having their would be victim suddenly having a 2-foot steel rod appear in their hand out of thin air would make most people turn adn run. If your attacker wants to push it though, here is quick step by step on how to make the most of your baton and make an escape.

First and foremost, if you can – run and call 9-1-1. Fighting needs to always be your last resort for your own safety. And always assess the situation, does your attacker have their own weapon? Is your attacker drunk or do they look high? Are you in an area where screaming might attract help?

Remember J.J Bittenbinder.

Keep an old junk wallet, keep some spare dollars in it, some coins for weight. Throw it away from you and if the money is what they want, run and as soon as you’re safe call 9-1-1.

This really is one of the best ways to get out an attack.

If that isn’t it, well then. Here we go. Keep in mind, the proportional use of force. Aim for only causing pain if they are unarmed. If they have,s say, a knife, you are justified in breaking a hand. But if they are unarmed and you hit them across the head, you will have a harder time justifying your actions.

1) First, I recommend a baton on the heavier side, at least 24 inches. (mine is a Smith & Wesson type, gotten from my local sports store, but you can easily get one online). Take it quickly out of its sheath if it has one, and flick your wrist quickly to extend it. Hold the grip firmly in your dominant hand.

2) Give one final warning. If you show that you aren’t afraid to fight back, that will take some of the confidence out of your attacker. Use the threat of pain to shut them down BUT KEEP IN MIND PROPORTIONAL FORCE.

3) Keep a guard position when not swinging – a tight grip on your baton with your dominant hand, keep it near your shoulder in order to keep your attacker from getting between you and your baton.

Also, it will be a great place to generate momentum for your swing, imagine the stance of a baseball player right before they hit the ball.

4) Aim for the ‘meat’ of the body – the thighs, arms, stomach – give hard, full swings. Imagine your baton is the bat and you are aiming for a home run.

5) If the pain of being beaten with a metal pole doesn’t stop them – if they are intoxicated, bigger than you– now you need to go for bone. Aim for the parts of the body that don’t have meat covering them – the knee, shins, elbow, hands.

Note - It may be tempting – but only aim for areas like the head, groin, and neck in worst-case scenarios. Hitting these areas could cause permanent damage, even kill – so only hit there as a last resort, life or death option.

6) Fight back with more than your baton as well. If you get them doubled over, kick their legs, take them to the ground. If you get close enough and distract them with the baton, break their nose with a quick punch right between their eye, kick them (not hit!) in the groin.

7) Keep retention in mind – you can find baton with wrist straps, but your best bet is to use your free hand to keep your attacked from grabbing the baton. If they manage too, grab it with both hands and use a defense maneuver to break their grip. Make a fast and hard whirlwind with the baton, the swift movement should be enough to break a hard grip.

8) The minute you can get away, get to safety and get help.

- Remember that your life is worth more than whatever your assailant wants from you and that nothing is more important than your survival in a self-defense situation. I am not law enforcement, I am not a self-defense specialist, just someone who wants to share what I’ve learned – my highest recommendation is to always run and call 9-1-1 if you can and fight as a last resort. Additionally, many campuses and police departments, even local boxing gyms hold self-defense classes for free or at a low cost and I really recommend taking one of those classes and ask a lot of questions to really help yourself be better prepared for any situation. If you have any questions, you can also always contact your local branch of law enforcement or campus police for more self-defense advice and what you can and cannot carry in your location.

Here are some handy resources for more reading into using the baton -

https://loadoutroom.com/21021/the-collapsible-asp-baton/

http://dag.un.org/bitstream/handle/11176/387389/Baton%20and%20UDT.pdf?sequence=5&isAllowed=y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga2oRUl_n50

Be safe out there. Street Smarts.

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Barista in Love (extract, Ch. 1+2/13)

Barista in Love (Day6)

Chapter 1

You were sitting in your favorit restaurante, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. You really enjoyed your day off and couldn't wait to spent some time relaxing on your 3-day-weekend. Suddenly your peacful toughts got disturbed by a yelling woman.

"You're so clingy I can't take it anymore. I have an important job. You're not worth my time!"

"But i love you! I just want you to spend some time with me insteed of working 24/7! You're so fucking selfish!"

"Selfish? I just want to fullfill my dreams by working my ass off. I love my job! I'm better than you, you just chase after a dream you can never fullfill!"

"I will never stop dreaming and I know very well that you love your fucking job more than you do love me!"

"Yes I do!"

He looked, at his now exgirlfriend I guess, in total shock. He probably tought she would deny his offend. You just couldn't take it anymore, that conversation was just to similar to the one you had with your exboyfriend. He never understood or supported you but you would have done everything for him. You really wanted to help that poor guy so you decided to speak up.

You walked over to the fighting couple and shouted angry: "How can you say he isn't worth your time? You really think your god damn job is more importent than a loved one?"

The guy blushed, he definitly didn't expect someone would defend him. "Who do you think you are? Do you know her Jae?"

You didn't let him answer and said instead: "No he doesn't know me but I consider myself a friendly person and I just couldn't help it I had to say something. You're such an ugly person!"

"You call me ugly? I'm an actress bitch!"

"I was talking about your personality you stupid cunt."

You rolled your eyes and turnt around, you graped Jae's wrist and pulled him with you. "Hey what are you doing?" He wasn't complaining he was just curiously asking but you didn't answer him.

"Where you two think you're going!? Jae? JAE? Hmpf.." She left in a different direction.

"Hey.. hey slow down." He stopped you and looked at you confused.

"Thanks but who the hell are you?" ~he grin.

You blushed, still holding his arm "Hi, ähm I'm [Y/N], I guess you are Jae.."

He laught "Yup, that's me... Sooo [Y/N] why did you help me?" He tilted his head looking at you with warm darkbrown eyes and a gentle smile. You just stared at him for a second, he was kinda attractiv.. ok maybe not kind of... maybe more like hella good looking! He suddenly waved his hand in front of your face. "Hello, earth to [Y/N], you there?"

"Oh yes, sorry.. What where you saying?" Your cheeks were as red as a tomato.

"Why did you help me? That's the only thing I asked." He scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"I just had to, I know how it feels to get left behind by your loved one..." You looked down at the ground, still feeling the pain, after almost a year... Your grip on his wrist broke loose and you turnt away.

"It was nice meeting you, glad I could help. Bye."

He just stood there, he didn't move, at least you couldn't hear any footsteps. You walked faster, you didn't know where to go because your flat was located in the other direction but you couldn't just turn back and pass by him again. Lost in your thoughts you notice someone running towards you. Damn it... You spun around, without lifting your head and wanted to say something but you couldn't because you got smacked on the ground. You looked into Jae's shocked face. He quickly got up from you and held his hand to you. You graped it and he pulled you up on your feet.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry. You suddenly stopped walking and I couldn't stop myself that fast.." He laught a beautiful laugh... God damit what are you thinking [Y/N] you don't even know him... You sighed in annoyment and rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked, that was stupid. Gotta go..."

You snaped out and looked at him walking away. You graped him by his shoulder.

"Sorry what did you ask?" He looked in disbelief at you..

"Girl you are weird... do you ever listen when people talk to you?" You blushed again... You should definitly try listening this time..

"OK, one more time. I just wanted to know if you want to grap a coffee and talk a little bit. I want to thank you properly so the drink is on me." He frowned. You felt so bad for him that you made him repeat himself.. for the second time.

"Sure I would love that." You smiled from ear to ear. His eyes widend and he smiled happy. He hooked his arm under yours and started walking.

"You know a good café?"

"Yes, I know the perfect one." You lead him towards the best café in town. The one you were working at.

Chapter 2

As you opend the door you hear the familiar ringing sound of the little bell over the door. You spottet your coworkers Chanhyuk and Ailee behind the bar. You smiled at them.

"[Y/N]? What are you doing here. It's your day off." Ailee shouted through the whole room.

All eyes were on you. You just shook your head while you laughed.

"I'm her as a customer today." You nodded your head to Jae to signalise you weren't alone. Ailee raised her brows two times giving you a smirk. You laught to yourself as you set down at a table near the big glass front.

"You work her?"

"Yup. Told you I'll bring you to the best café in town." You stick out your tongue.

"You know, this café is actually quite near to my university."

"Oh you go to the Art University? What's your major?"

"Music." He said super cheerful. You could her and feel how much he must love music.

"So what do you two cuties want to drink?" Chanhyuk asked smirking at you two.

"Mh what's good her?"

"I'll take my favorite and bring him just a moccacino."

Chanhyuk came 5 minutes later with your drink. Jae and you talked over so many things, where you were born, your parents, his sisters and your non-existing siblings, what your hobbies are, favorit food and all those little things. But your big topic was music. You learnt that he plays the guitar and he likes to sing and rap but he can't dance. You two made a deal, you would show him some dance moves when he teaches you how to play the guitar. You always wanted to play an instrument but you never got the chance to learn it; you thought it would go well with your singing. You two exchanged your phonenumbers and said goodbye but....

"OK that's awkward, seems like we live in the same direction."

"To be honest, I just didn't know were to go. I mean I lived together with Suzy and it just happend that I choose to go into this direction."

"Oh.. can you stay with a friend or something?"

"Yes, I'm just calling my best friend Haru, she always helps me." He took his phone out while he still walks beside you.

"Dammit my battery run out.." You hold your phone under his nose.

"Use mine, dumbass." He dialed the number.

"So you already got a nickname for me?" He lifted his left eyebrow. Befor you could answer, you hear him talking to Haru. You started thinking again.. Suzy... you feel like you heard that name befor... but you just couldn't remember quite where.. You felt Jae graping your hand and pulling you to him, you looked at him with wide eyes.

"Fuck [Y/N] you wanna die or something!?" He screamed at you and you just realised then that you were about to step onto the street although the traffic light for pedestians were red. You stuttered a 'thank you' and graped tight to his arm. Jae stroke your back and handed your phone back to you.

"And did Haru say yes?"

"Yup, I'll take the next bus and drive to her."

"That's great."

You two crossed the road and you took him to the bus stop. You said goodbye another time and you left to go to your apartment. You let yourself in and undress yourself on the way to your bedroom.

"What a day, I never thought people actually still meet outside the internet. Never thought I would meet someone out in "the real world". OK I mean like we aren't a thing or something like that but he is cute and I really want to see him again. Ahhhhh I can't wait to get guitar lessons from hin, I hope I can concentrate when he is around.. god damit what should I wear? Fuck how old am I? 14?.... Dammit I should stop with those self talks. Yup better stop...... AND I'm still talking to myself."

You rolled your eyes and laught at yourself. You pluged your phone in, graped your PJ's and go to the bathroom to take a shower. When you got out of the shower you heared your phone ringing. You jumped through your apartmant and looked at your phone. It was Ailee, you picked up.

"Hiiiii giiiirl. Soooo who the hell was that good looking guy you were with!? You HAVE to tell me EVERYTHING!!!!!"

"Yes hello to you too Ailee. His name is Jae and I just met him. I don't know much about him but I'm going to meet him again."

"YAAAAAAAAAS bitch it was about damn time you get yourself a man!"

"Dammit Ailee I told you I just met him!"

"Doesn't matter I saw the look in your eyes, you like him and I'm happy about that. I thought after Kyungsoo you're never ever going to find a guy again."

"Could you please not start that topic, I really don't want to talk about him..."

"Sure, my bad sorry. Hey my shift is over in an hour how about me coming over with a pizza, ice cream and we watch a movie?"

"That sounds like a very good idea!"

"Okidoke see you in a bit."

"See ya."

You hang up and watched at the clock. 6pm. Okidoke got some time. You cleaned your apartmant a little bit and collect the clothes you had left on the floor. Suddenly your phone rang again.

"What now Ailee?" You asked fake annoyed.

"Sorry to disappoint you but it's me, Jae."

"Oh hi, no problem, what's up?"

"Just wanted to know if you got time tomorrow and if you're willed to do me a favor?"

"Sure anything." You said way to quick and silently face palmed yourself. You hear him laugh.

"Nice, I want to pick up my stuff from Suzy and I would love if you could come with me, as my accomplice."

"Haha sure, that's totaly my thing." You said sarcastic.

"Great I'll text you again tomorrow."

"OK, till tomorrow. Good night."

"Night?" You hang up.

"Motherf-ing god what iS WRONG WITH YOU [Y/N]!?????!?!?! Good night? It's just half past 6!!! Argh!" You just felt like you're a teen again... blushing over a crush... You don't even really know him... but he is sooooo cute.... You need to stop thinking about it at least you have to try.

Later you enjoyed the movie night with Ailee and you two started gossiping over old school friends and customers. You kinda missed those "girl nights" since your break up with Kyungsoo you'd pushed your friends away but you definitly wouldn't do that anymore. At 11pm Ailee said good night and left, with a full belly you got into your bed and drifted off to a cozy sleep.

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