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thedragonqueen1998 · 11 days

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Today at work i got insanly inspired to write and once i got off work, i immidiently went on my phone to type it out. XD I just finished a 3 hour long writing ses(had a 15 minute food break in the middle). ^^ Probably just gonna forever gonna be a wip thing, but it was fun and i'm kinda proud of it. Despite it being rough in some parts, mostly because i wanted to rush to the 2nd half and i didn't wanna get stuck, i'm happy to share it. ^^

It's a kinda long, so i'm gonna add a Read more line to not fill your dash with text. Also, first time trying formatting out! XD

So, originally this post was just gonna be a "i actually wrote something! Look!" thing, just showing of some work i did, but after writing the reason why i wrote a line a certain way, it went into something very sad and kinda dark, so if you don't wanna read about death, a light mention of suicidal thought and grief... just stop after What even is my life.

Idk why i wrote it, but it took alot of effort and it feels... important to me, i guess. Part of processing and such. So, yeah. Read at your discretion. Thank you for your time. 💜

Ezio had many regrets in his long life. Not being there when his father and brothers were arrested. Of not being there more for his sister and mother. Of not trying to be together with Cristina. Not being able to save her. Or being able to save Uncle Mario and Monteriggioni. But biggest of all, not having spent more time with his family before the execution.

He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted. But unlike so many others, Ezio could take those regrets and change them. Thanks to Desmond.

When he walked into the Library, he thought he might get an answer or two in return for many more. He truly didn't expect that calling out Desmonds name while the Apple bathed the walls in gold would result in it being answered by the being himself.

The being looked like a man, clad in a white light, eminating from a strange device under his right arm. His face looked like an exact replica of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad's face, though his build was closer to his. Broad shoulders hidden underneath a strange hooded white doublet and long legs wearing strange tight fitted pants made from a material he did not recognise. Even the scar was the same as his! Was Ezio made in the image of the one he was the Prophet for? Was Altaïr the herald? All questions Ezio wondered, but not knowing if Desmond was like Minerva or not, he dared not waste any questions if the beings patient was thin.

But first: "Are you Desmond?" He had to know, have it confirmed, even if the being appeared after the name was called.

"Ezio? Is this the Library? Am i seriously bleeding while dying!?" Desmond was looking around at the empty tomb, before his eyes returned upon Ezio.

"Yes, this is Altaïr's library. You are bleeding? I do not see any blood and you are dying!? Is there anything i can do to help you? Please, my lord. Tell me what i need to do to save you." Ezio was desperate to know his purpose and if all his life lead to this moment, where he could save Desmonds life, he would fulfill it.

"There's nothing you can do. I am dying semi willingly and even if this is some Animus infused death hallucination, it is nice having my last moments with you, even if your not really here. I am so sorry i couldn't answer any of your questions or try to save you from losing everything. You never deserved any of it. In the end it didn't really even matter. I am sorry you wasted your time chasing riddles and ghosts." He looked so grieve struck while saying it and the look Desmond had while gazing down onto Ezio could only be described as lovingly.

"What do you mean? Could you have saved my uncle!? My father and brothers!? Why didn't you if you do not think i deserved it! I have served the Brotherhood almost my entire life, sacrificed so much trying to find out what Minerva meant and now your telling me that it was all for nothing!? If you think i wasted my time then give it back!"

Desmonds eye's widen before softly smiling and saying: "Your right, you wasted your time and sacrificed too much for nothing. Let's change that."

Before Ezio knew it, the world went white and he knew nothing more.

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When Ezio awoke, it was to a bed he hadn't seen in almost 40 years. His childhood bed and his room. He couldn't believe it. He was given a second chance. To live his life. To right wrongs. To save his family! To think going to the Library would result in this!

At the thought of the Library, Ezio suddenly remembered Sofia. To have forgotten her and even abandoned her without a second thought left Ezio feeling guilty. Would she wait outside the Library before realising he would never come back? Or because he is now in the past, a past where he intends to change the future, would she never meet him? Never exist? The thought of her hurt, but like so many others, Ezio knew that him being in her life would have risked hers. Even if she knew and accepted it, it is still better if she never got the chance to know him and inevitibly suffer because of it. Same with Cristina. Though he could now choose her, he knew that despite the many mistakes in his life, the Brotherhood was not one of them and his refusal to properly let her go killed her. Letting that life affect her once again was too cruel. It was for the better to just let her go.

Federico nudged him with his elbow. "Brother, what has you thinking so hard you look like you bit into something bitter?"

"Nothing much, just wondering what i should get." Ezio smiled and laughed. He was currently out with his family on a trip the market. The last time around, he had decided to sneak off to spend some time with a girl he didn't even remember the name of anymore instead of spending time with his loved ones, to his great shame and regret. This was the last thing his family had done together outside of dinners before the execution in 3 days. That he missed out on it was one of his biggest regrets, but Desmond let him change it.

That Ezio might never truly understand or know what or who Desmond is, how he watched him in the Vault or even what Minerva's people and the Pieces of Eden truly were will forever haunt him, but the trade to see his family again and to even be able to save them is a fair trade. He can go his life wondering these questions and maybe try to find them now that he will have more time, thanks to already knowing the Templars plans and who will be an enemy or ally.

He felt a finger poke him inbetween his eyebrows.

"There you go again Brother. Thinking too hard! Be careful or you might hurt yourself." Federico teased before yelping and then laughing when Ezio pushed him.

"Please don't start fighting now sons." Their father said before turning back to the stall owner to continue discussing what wares to buy and the prices.

"Sorry Father!" Ezio said before giving his brother a teasing look that promised this was not over.

Ezio remembered this day well enough. Not to remember the woman he decided to chase, but enough to know that when his family had been at the market a horse had run wild there and according to Claudia, nearly trampled her down in the confusion.

He was a bit sceptical to believe it was as close as she had made it out to be, but he knew horses much better now than he did before. After years of riding them to and from places in the chase for his targets, he knew that having one running towards you in a blind panic could scare anyone. Even though he knew to be wary of them and treat them with respecy during his original childhood, he didn't truly get how these gentle beings could be as scary as his sister had made the poor creature out to be.

According to his family, it had been a war horse, bloodied, running around in a blind panic, probably scared from a skirmish. Being chased by guards hadn't helped and eventually the guards got a good shot at it and put it down.

Ezio wanted to save his sister years of fearing horses, so he kept an eye and a ear out for any signs that the animal was on it's way.

There. A scream. Everyone stopped and looked around for the source. The source was still hidden by the crowds, but in the distance you could start seeing people moving away from something coming this way and the screams were getting closer.

Ezio breathed and slipped into his Second Sight, the Eagle Vision, as he now knew Altaïr had called it. Or more accuratly, Eagle Sense. With the years, his constant use and need for it had changed his Sight. It had become much stronger, letting him see farther, expanded his hearing, to let him hear his enemies heartbeat and even know what moves they were going to make. Even let him know where his enemies was going to go on a patrol route.

It truly was a gift and now he would use it to try and predict where the animal would go, as to lead his sister and family away from the danger. Then he saw it. The shine of something important. Something that glowed as strongly as the Apple of Eden had. The horse.

There was much about his Gift he could not explain. He had tried, but it is much like explaining sight to a blind person. Why things he didn't even know about could glow gold and lead him to the answer. Why allies glowed blue and enemies red, nor how he could tell friend from foe and now. His Sight told him, with the same intuition as telling friend from foe, that this horse was Desmond.

How is Desmond here? Why? Did he lie about dying? Or was certain death only a large chance that Desmond beat? Ezio supposed it did not matter. If he lets events play as they had before, Desmond would be struck down by an arrow within minutes. Oh, maybe Desmond had tried to prevent his father and brothers demise, but was struck down in the attempt? Though, why choose to do it as a rampaging horse? Either way, Desmond was clearly panicking, almost upon him now. If Ezio could not calm him down, his death was guaranteed.

But how? Ezio has just seconds now to plan a way to stop him before he is trampled down.

Then, he finally realises, that among the bright gold he shines, he also glowes blue. Such a deep colour which he has only seen in the greatest friends or closest family and he knows, Desmond would never harm him. The look of pure love on Desmonds face made more sense now.

So Ezio decides to not move and simple raise up his hands, as if to pet the horse.

"EZIO!"

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Desmond was in pain. He knew that Juno lied about his death being quick and painless, but god, why did it have to hurt so much!? During his hallucination, it wasn't nearly so bad! And can't forget the weird nightmare he's having ontop of it. He's a goddamned horse on some battlefield. He was rearing up when the nightmare started, neighing as his rider was shot and killed by an arrow.

There's so much blood. The smell strikes fear in his heart. There's so much red. He slips into Eagle Vision and there's even more red. Not a spec of blue. A sword slides against the armor he is wearing and the screech of metal is too much. He bolts.

He needs to run. Away from the monsters with sharp sticks. Away from the smell of blood and death. Away from the shadows hiding hunters. They follow him. They chase him for a long time.

He is getting so tired.

He needs to get back to the barn. His owner would make everything alright. He would croon soft noises he did not understand, but the tone was soft and gentle. He would give him a treat while brushing him down after a hard days work.

He did ride him into scary battles he did not understand, but afterwards he would wash and groom him extra thoroughly, while feeding him the best apples, crooning more sounds in a happy tone. He would repeat one of the few sounds he understood, which meant "him" and "pay attention to me".

Dante.

But he wasn't on his back anymore and he didn't hear his voice. Just the loud, scary noises of more men in the shiny hard thing. They had the pointy sticks too and tried to take the things dangling from his mouth. Only his owner can touch that! Only he is to be trusted with them.

Running is getting harder, there is large, straight hills in the way and the path is narrower with many strangers in it.

There is still so much red. He can still smell the blood, feel it clotting his fur. Too much red!

Blue.

Suddenly there's blue in front of him. He knows blue means ally. Though why and how this person is blue confuses him. But he is Blue and running him over is not good, but why is he standing there!? Does he not see the red!? Smell it!? Does he not understand we need to run!?

"Desmond"

That single word pierces the fog of fear and wild panic that has flooded Desmonds mind. Ezio is in front of him, hand already gripping the reigns while the other rests on his muzzle.

"There we go Desmond, everything is alright."

Desmond still feels phantom threads of fear, but with Ezio's calming blue glow and his voice saying gentle reassurances, it feels far away.

Now with his mind fully human and not driven by horse instincts or memories, the question becomes: How and why the fuck is he a horse in 15th century Italy with Ezio!?

What even is his life.

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So, a couple parts i'm stupidly happy about is the "He had love, but didn't cherish it. Didn't truly feel it and took it for granted." part. This, as you can probably tell was inspired by the famous quote "When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it."

I believe Ezio didn't fully understand liberty until he tried to live a peaceful life with Sofia and realised he would always fear Templars taking revenge on his family and time, because the knowledge that he would never see his children grow up to adults had never been a concern before he met Sofia. He probably thought he wouldn't have a family at all.

But love. Love he would understand what he missed. He would understand it just days after he lost his father and brothers. Those moments you missed out on. Of opportunities to spend time that you squandered away. Time you will never get back, because in real life we don't have time travel.

And now i understand it. Before the end of the last year, i was like Ezio before the loss. Before i lost my grandparents only a few weeks apart.

Those opportunities to spend time was rare and thankfully i took most of them, but i still squandered it away by not actually spending time with them. I just visited and hid away in my room, wasting the time by sitting on the phone.

I will forever regret that because ny memory is shit and besides a few childhood ones, i have no memories of them. I still remember their voices, they were pretty distinct thankfully, but how long until i forget that.

It hurts and as someone who is afraid of death and it's finality, such a reminder that time and love is finite is soulcrushing. It is only recently that i have truly started to think of my grandparents and i guess try to process the fact they are gone forever.

When we first got the news that my grandpa had died, i was even more glued to my phone, not wanting to acknowledge what was happening. I also didn't wanna sleep and only got some when i passed out from exhaustion. We even went to the doctor to get time of work and some sleep medication i didn't dare end up taking.

I even had thoughts of just taking all the pills and just sleeping, to get away from the pain forever. But i'm thankfully too much of a coward, so it just stayed thoughts. I'm doing much better now and as i mentioned, i think i'm starting to process the fact that they are gone.

So, yeah. This post went in a direction i didn't expect. But it feels important and maybe in a few years i can look back at this post and see a snapshot of who i was and reflect on who i am now. So, here's to the future me and anyone else who needs to hear it:

I hope things are going well and if they're not... well, things get better. They always do. You're loved and even if your loved ones are gone, they live on in you. You will carry that love with you, for the rest of your life. 💜

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dearorpheus · 1 year

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hello, your blog's vibes are absolutely impeccable! I was wondering if you could recommend me some nonfiction reading on eroticism, religion or fear? I'd love to read about any of these topics, but I never really know where to start looking for good theory books or essays, so I usually end up reading fiction instead. any nonfiction recs would be deeply appreciated (and on other topics too if you have particular favorites). have a nice day!

hello! thank you for the kind words♡

hm! some reading might be: - Erotism: Death and Sensuality + Visions of Excess, Bataille - Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty & Venus in Furs, Deleuze - The Sadeian Woman: And the Ideology of Pornography, Angela Carter - Hurts So Good: The Science and Culture of Pain on Purpose, Leigh Cowart - Eros the Bittersweet, Anne Carson - A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes - Uses of the Erotic, Audre Lorde - A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953 - Foucault's Histor[ies] of Sexuality - Being and Nothingness, Sartre - The Argonauts, Maggie Nelson - Aesthetic Sexuality: A Literary History of Sadomasochism, Romana Byrne - Pleasure Principles: An Interview with Carmen Maria Machado - "The Aesthetics of Fear", Joyce Carol Oates - Recreational Terror: Women and the Pleasures of Horror Film Viewing, Isabel Cristina Pinedo - "On Fear", Mary Ruefle - "In Search of Fear", Philippe Petit - Female Masochism in Film: Sexuality, Ethics and Aesthetics, Ruth Mcphee - Powers of Horror, Julia Kristeva - Hélène Cixous' Stigmata (i am thinking esp of "Love of the Wolf") - Mere Christianity, C.S. Lewis - anything from Caroline Walker Bynum.... Wonderful Blood, Fragmentation and Redemption, Holy Feast and Holy Fast - excerpts of Letter From a Region in my Mind, James Baldwin - Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Nietzsche (re: Christian morality, death of God) - Waiting for God, Simone Weil - The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus - Modern Man in Search of a Soul, Carl Jung - "The Genesis of Blame", Anne Enright

do know as well that Lapham's Quarterly has issues dedicated entirely to these subjects you've mentioned: eros, religion, fear ! there's also this wonderful ask from @rotgospels on biblical horror theory

other non-fic i will always rec: - "On Self-Respect", Joan Didion - Illness as Metaphor + Regarding the Pain of Others, Susan Sontag - The Art of Cruelty: A Reckoning, Maggie Nelson - "The Laugh of the Medusa", Hélène Cixous - Ways of Seeing, John Berger - The Faraway Nearby, Rebecca Solnit - The Body in Pain, Elaine Scarry some non-fic things i've read lately: - "Mary Shelley's Obsession with the Cemetery", Bess Lovejoy - "Horror Lives in the Body", Megan Pillow - "The Cruel Myth of the Suffering Artist", Patrick Nathan - "The Rub of Rough Sex", Chelsea G. Summers - "The Lost Art of Memorizing Poetry", Nina Kang - "The problem with English", Mario Saraceni

#i hope you have a wonderful day too!#asks

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swiftsdelucaa · 11 months

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Can you write a Amelia shepherd x reader where they get married?

❛ 𝑴𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Amelia Shepherd x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: This was really cute to write <3 I hope you'll like it, so so so sorry for the wait, I've been a little busy...

You watched yourself in the mirror, Maggie and Meredith were putting the finishing touches on your hair, while Cristina adjusted the details of the dress. You looked at your image still in disbelief and with a faster heartbeat than usual. You couldn't even recognize yourself, you looked like a new person. This would have been the best day of your life.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cristina asked as she adjusted your veil.

"Yeah, please don't add anything else, I feel like I thought about this too much" it was all you wanted, you loved Amelia with all yourself, and spending the rest of your days with her is what will make you happy.

"I'm serious, you could be left at the altar..."

"Cristina, no" Meredith gave her a little tap on her arm.

"Hey stop" Maggie said to them. You rolled your eyes laughing a little bit. "Today it's her day, and it will be full of love and of the most other beautiful things of the world" you smiled to Maggie and then got up. You did a little turn on yourself to see the effect that the dress had. It was quite long, above there was a deep neckline with small straps under the shoulder placed on the sides of the arms, while at the waist there was a silver stripe which then gave space to the wide skirt. You stopped in front of the three of them a moment.

"You're beautiful" Meredith said.

"Yeah, you hot girl" Cristina added.

"Thank you" you said smiling. All that happiness was becoming uncontrollable.

"Okay, I'll go check on Amelia" Maggie walked out of the room leaving you there to reflect between the anxiety and joy mixed together. God, you couldn't wait to be her wife.

"Say it, you're thinking to escape?" Cristina interrupted your thoughts again. Meredith laughed.

"Oh my God, why did I choose you as bridesmaids?!"

About half an hour later everything seemed ready. The guests were all in their seats, waiting for you. Amelia had already entered, but you hadn't seen her yet. You motioned for Meredith and Cristina to get going as they seemed very indecisive about what to do, and then it was your time.

When you appeared in the middle of the corridor, all eyes were on you. It raised some anxiety, but nothing that didn't calm down as soon as you met Amelia's eyes, making a huge smile appear on your face. Now you were in front of her and all you could think was... she's so beautiful, I can't believe now she's mine.

Unlike yours her dress was less baggy, it was snug enough on top of her to define her shape and it had cute shoulder seams. She was perfect, like this day.

You did nothing but smile at each other and talk with your eyes all the time the priest was talking, until the time for promises arrived. He decided to start with her, so she took your hands and squeezed uniting them with hers.

"Y/n L/n, what can I say? I mean, telling you that I love you and I'll always be here for you isn't enough... you taught me to love again, and made me feel more loved and desired than anyone else has done, so I'm grateful. Yeah you've been also one of the most annoying people I've ever met" you laughed keeping to look at her with shiny eyes. "But I've learned to appreciate the little good things that happens every day, but expecially that without you I'm nothing, so thank you for allowing me to be part of your life, for keeping me sober and alive, to always made me smile even in the worst situation, I love you so much, in an indescribable way" emotions became uncontrolled, no one had ever dedicated the most beautiful words in this world to you. You sighed for a second while a tear ran down your cheek, Amelia was holding the tears too, and you both continued to smile at each other. Now it was your turn.

"Amelia Shepherd, besides being the best thing I've ever come across, you've also been one of the hardest things I've ever been able to go through. I'm a girl who knows what she wants, but when you turned down every flirt or encounter by me and you really made me feel incomplete… like a crap” she and the others giggled, then she returned to focus on you. "I couldn't stand the idea of seeing you with another person, every time you spoke, smiled or just when I met those blue eyes I was lost, so I promised myself that I wouldn't give up. But finally today you will belong to me until the end of our days, and I'll be willing to do anything to make you happy, if you are I'll be too, you're a part of me" the tears kept filling both of your faces.

Zola, Bailey and Ellis walked down the hall towards you carrying your wedding rings. They were simply the cutest thing ever. You proceeded to exchange the rings and anxiously waited for the priest to ask that question.

“Amelia Shepherd, do you take Y/n L/n as your wife and promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, as long as you both live? she looked at you intently before answering.

“Yes, I do” she said with a smile.

“Y/n L/n, do you take Amelia Shepherd as your wife and promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as both of you shall live?” you gave her the same gaze.

“Yes, I do!” you exclaimed.

“Well, I officially declare you wife and wife, you may kiss” you waited no more that at the same time you approached pursing your lips in a long, intense kiss, filled with so much emotion it could have gone on for much longer.

Everyone stood up applauding, then you stopped and turned towards them smiling. Everyone cheered this day, the two of you, there was no better place where you wanted to be, from today you would have met a beautiful and a new life.

#amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #amelia shepherd imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #y/n #my writing #fanfics #requests

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shina913 · 2 years

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Coquet, Part 1 | JJK

Coquet, Part 1

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: I've been waiting for the right time and prompt to do another JJK fic so...I'm super excited for this. This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Thank you to @internetjunkdrawer for beta-ing and screaming with me (as if there was any other way of talking about this AU). Also thinking about you, @deepseavibez, my love. 💕

And with that, please enjoy Part 1!

“Hi, YN–It’s Jeon Jungkook. I apologize for not getting back to you last night but I just wanted to let you know that I got your message. Listen, I can tell that you’re nervous–I completely understand, but this is what I do for a living. And you know what? By the time this is all over, your ex will regret that he ever left you. Trust me,” he says.

“Anyway, I’ve got a couple things that I need to do this morning so I’m afraid we’ll just have to meet at the airport. I received the itinerary and the e-ticket, so I appreciate you sending those.” He sighs. “Well...I can’t wait to see you!”

******

Since taking your seat, you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting–just unable to settle. You keep glancing back, past the business-class cabin entranceway, keeping an eye out for him.

You scroll through your phone for a couple minutes but even that can’t keep you calm as you couldn't stop your fingers from trembling. You slide your phone into your purse and pick up the in-flight safety instruction pamphlet and examine that instead.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a frequent flyer?”

You look up to see a lady seated right across the aisle from you in business class. She gave you a kind smile and could sense your restlessness. “Oh…” You immediately tucked the pamphlet away. “No, I actually fly a fair amount. It’s just that–” you felt weird oversharing with this complete stranger but your anxiety just causes you to expel more words out of your mouth than necessary.

“My brother’s getting married and his best man is my ex. I just want to make sure that I know where all of the exits are in case I change my mind and you know…yeet myself out of this plane,” you rambled, finishing with a grimace.

She smiled at you uncomfortably before turning back to her e-reader. You sink into your seat in utter embarrassment. This trip was already off to a great start.

******

// Three months ago…

“Cris…I don’t know,” you said skeptically as you absentmindedly twirled your office chair around.

“What do you mean? I’m telling you, it’s very discreet. Literally, there’s an NDA option, if you really want to go there—“

“But that’s the point,” you protested. “I don’t know if I actually want to go there.” You ran your fingers gently over the calligraphy embossed on the thick, textured cardstock while talking to your friend on the phone.

“Maybe I’m just going to tell them that I’m tied up with a huge campaign and I have to be here to oversee everything.”

You hear Cristina groan angrily through your bluetooth earpiece. “That is the coward’s way out and you know it. Why are you the one left feeling insecure and embarrassed after all this time? You did nothing wrong! If anything, that asshole should back out and retreat into a dark hole if he knew what was good for him,” she spat out.

“Also, do you really think that Taehyung would allow his favorite sister to bow out of his own wedding?” She asked.

Ever since your mother remarried, you and Taehyung have developed an unexpectedly close bond over the years. He was a bonus sibling that you didn’t ask for and he sure as hell felt the same way about you in the beginning. As time went on, you realized that you would be around each other for a while and so your relationship organically grew. You loved and protected each other as if you had shared the same DNA.

You sighed, tossing your brother’s wedding invitation on your desk, where it lands on a pile of the rest of your interoffice mail. The last time you were around your family was during his engagement party–which was already a stretch for you. You flew out there, intending on staying for the weekend but were so traumatized by nosey friends and relatives that you ended up taking a red-eye that same evening to escape it all.

When you are still silent on the other line, Cristina urges you further.

“Babe, listen. I have it on a very reputable source that this service is 100% satisfaction guaranteed—or your money back.”

You rolled your eyes then chuckled. “I’m not buying a vacuum cleaner!”

“Really? Because by the sound of it, you seem like you need some good suction in certain places,” she cackled.

"Cristina!" you shrieked as her laughs rang on the other line.

You groaned. “Why are we friends again?”

She exclaimed, “Because! You love me and you know I’m not afraid to call you out on your bullshit,” she laughs. “And if there’s a chance that you can get a good dicking-down out of this—“

You immediately stop her right there. “Yah! Okay, I got it!” You sighed heavily, reaching over and picking up the invitation again, tapping it furiously on the surface.

After a long beat, you finally relent. “Fine. I’ll message him on the app. No promises, though. And who knows, he might not have any room on his calendar even with the three-month leeway. What with him being so popular and all,” you muttered.

You open the app on your phone and key in his name to pull up his profile–which turns up in your history because you’ve repeatedly visited and studied it obsessively for the last few days before chickening out and promptly closing it.

His page didn’t contain a photo but he was ranked at the top of your search results based on proximity and reviews alone. And boy, did he have a lot of them! He had hundreds of comments and triple the amount of anonymous ratings. Five stars on all of them. 10 out of 10, would highly recommend.

You shuddered at the thought.

Before losing your nerve, you finally made up your mind and decide to pull the trigger. You tap on the envelope icon to begin typing a direct message to him.

“Well, either way, tell me how it goes! I want to know every detail!” Cristina says excitedly.

As your thumb hovered over your phone’s keypad, you asked your friend one last question. “Be honest–are you the reputable source claiming 100% satisfaction?”

After a brief pause, she says, “I’m afraid I can’t comment on that. I signed an NDA.”

//END FLASHBACK

******

“Ma’am–ma’am, you can’t be back here,” the flight attendant warns you.

“I’m sorry–I swear, I don’t have a drinking problem,” you breathed out after you helped yourself to a couple of mini bottles of cognac from the in-flight crew’s stock. “And you can charge my seat. I just…I’m just really nervous,” you say anxiously.

“W-we have some dramamine, if you–”

“N-no, it’s not that.“ You blurted out. “I’m nervous because any second now, my date will show up at 2B. I’ve never met him so…if there’s any chance that I’ve made a huge mistake and he looks like a troll, I need to be drunk enough for him to look really good.”

“Oh, honey,” Her brows flick up as she looks past your shoulder. “I think you need to sober up now to appreciate the masterpiece that just walked in,” she says, sounding flustered.

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

She clears her throat and widens her eyes, tilting her chin up to gesture towards the cabin. “Say hello to 2B.”

You turn around slowly to find a man dressed in a dapper suit–his back facing you. He is welcomed by another flight attendant, who presents him with a tray of glasses filled with complimentary champagne.

You approached him carefully. As he reaches out to take a second flute, you catch a glimpse of his tattooed fingers, making your breath hitch.

“J-Jungkook?” You say with a hint of uncertainty.

Suddenly, time slips into slow-motion. At the sound of his name, he turns so fluidly. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when you finally got a good look at him.

His hair was brushed up, letting a few strands fall loosely onto one side–barely brushing his eyebrow. He had big, dark eyes–eyes filled with youthful curiosity yet glazed with intense masculinity. It was a deadly combination that would unnerve anybody.

Your eyes zero-in on his mouth–pink and plush with a little freckle that sat beneath the fullest part of his lower lip. You watched it disappear as his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile.

“Hi, YN.” The sound of his voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone of it–firm but calm. And it oddly settled your nerves almost instantaneously.

When you finally pick your jaw up off the floor, he hands you the second glass of champagne. After you accept it, he takes your free hand in his and gently squeezes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says, then takes you by surprise when he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

And just like that, your stomach is in knots again. He smiled after hearing you gasp softly at how forward he was. You gave him a tight smile in return, figuring that it was all part of the act.

“Let’s sit?” He offers.

You’d interacted with him for all but 30 seconds but you were all-too-happy to obey. After he settles into his seat, he turns his full attention to you.

“I, uh–hope you didn’t have trouble checking in,” you said meekly.

“Everything went smoothly,” he says. “Thanks for making all the arrangements.”

You took a sip–actually, it was more of a hefty gulp–of your champagne.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t leave sooner. I know that you wanted some time to get settled before heading to the party but–I ran into some extenuating circumstances,” he says vaguely.

You chuckled. “Must be peak season for you, huh?” You regretted the words the instant they left your mouth.

His eyebrows quirk at your comment.

“I…I mean–” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. Doesn’t phase me,” he says calmly.

You sink into your seat, willing the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“So…maybe, we can take this opportunity to get to know each other? It’s a 5-and-a-half hour flight. We should maximize our time, don’t you think?”

You nodded at his suggestion. “Uh, yeah,” you sat up straight. “Yeah, for sure. I should tell you, though–right off the bat…You know those families who are totally crazy and chaotic? But at the end of the day, they’re still your family and you love them regardless of all that?”

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah, my family is not like that.” You said immediately.

He stifled a snort. “Noted,” he says with a smile before taking a sip of his drink.

You quickly added, “I love my brother, though. And my dad. Well…stepbrother and stepdad,” you clarified. “We don’t share the same bloodline–so…I consider them more as unwilling participants in the craziness. Kind of like hostages,” you gave him a small smile.

He thinks it’s endearing and he gives you that million-dollar smile once more.

Holy shit…an entire week of this. You cleared your throat in an attempt to stay on track. “Anyway, should we talk about our cover story? Just so we’re on the same page and all,” you say, suddenly all business-like.

“Of course,” he says politely. “Always good to get the basics down.”

You both agree to a rehearsed but realistic and sensible story.

Jungkook is a cardiologist and you were introduced by a mutual friend months ago by going on a blind date. Even though you both had ridiculously busy schedules, you were both just absolutely crazy about each other and couldn't stand the thought of being apart so you found a way to make this relationship work.

“Okay–I've got it down,” he says nonchalantly.

“Are you sure? We can go over the details again?”

“YN–” he says in that quiet but stern tone that stops you in your tracks. You were starting to think that you might actually enjoy being spoken to like this every now and then. Before you could let that sink in, he interrupts your thoughts. “I said, I’ve got it. And don’t worry. I’m a professional,” he says, reassuringly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking another gulp of your champagne.

Seconds later, he changes tact. “When we first spoke, you also mentioned a certain someone..."

Your eyes widen, knowing full well whom he was referring to. “Oh yeah…him." You paused. "Haru.” His name finally came to you as if it was a distant, forgotten memory that you had to pull from within the depths of your brain cells since you had been distracted for the last few hours by the magnificent piece of work sitting next to you.

“How do you want to deal with that? Should we come up with a plan for him?”

You chewed at your bottom lip. The last time you saw Haru, you spent all of your energy trying to dodge him during the engagement party. But you'd be circling each other all week, at which point, he'd be impossible to avoid. You had to deal with him sometime.

“How far do you want to take it? I can kick things up a notch whenever he’s around or…should I follow your lead?” He paused, waiting for any other ideas that you might have.

You looked away, pursing your lips, considering it. After a long beat, you look him in the eye again. “I just want him to see what he’s missing out on,” you replied confidently.

He regards you intently. “Well…easy-peasy then,” he says smugly.

You cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Oh, really?”

He smirks at your skepticism.

“All in a day’s work, huh?” You say to him.

He shook his head. “I say it’s easy because,” he turns his hot gaze towards you again. “Only a blind man would fail to see what they’re missing out on,” he finishes without blinking.

You swallowed hard while you watched him throw his head back, downing the final drops of his drink.

For a brief moment, you questioned his sincerity. If there was a fine line between truth and lies, Jungkook was excellent at blurring it.

And you wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.

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what are ur fave songs for each character and WHY. ANALYSIS

omg thank u we’re in love now 😽

I have not updated these playlists in a while so a lot of them are songs i listened to in like 2020 lmao, heres a few from each :)

Marinette

Into the unknown (frozen 2) - original and cristina vees cover make me think so hard about marinette its crazy. her initially refusing to be ladybug, insistent that she couldnt do it but always coming back because she desperately wants to test those waters, see what shes meant to do and how it could change her.

Ladybug

Ribs (lorde) - how easily overwhelmed marinette gets and how her anxiety and stress almost force her to overthink every aspect of her life. I can see her getting this extreme tunnel vision where she cant see all the progress shes made, all the victories shes already had, and instead can only focus on how shes not doing enough, and its not fast enough, and its not good enough. it just really reminds me of how badly she wants to prove herself to be this strong and trustworthy hero, but she feels like shes losing herself as she grows and isolates herself more and more in the role of guardian and ladybug.

Adrien

Mamas boy (dominic fike) - he literally IS the mamas boy. what more can i say. also alludes to him being a sentimonster with the lines "when i was born, you were produced", "i wish i was a toy", "youre made from plastic im just blood".

Chat Noir

First love/late spring (mitski) - ok hear me out. how chat compensates for his family life with devoting himself to ladybug. "one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge im on" is exactly how he operates with her, being ready to throw himself in front of her, literally die for her if she ever said so. and she never does! she gets upset with him for doing it over and over! i just think this song depicts really well how chat noirs goal was always "do whatever I can to help ladybug, no matter what i may lose" while she had to watch him leave his life in her hands like it was nothing.

also including ships because obviously i have playlists for all lovesquare sides + other ships i’m silly about

Ladynoir

Show Yourself (frozen 2) - both the original and cristina vees cover (WHICH IS SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO IT RN) remind me so hardcore of ladynoir. the whole idea of ladybug finally coming to terms with showing chat who she truly is and being ready for the same from him, idk i can imagine an entire movie in my head of ladynoir reveal to this song. [fav lyrics: "I can sense you there, like a friend ive always known", "I have always been a fortress cold secrets deep inside. you have secrets too, but you dont have to hide", "you are the answer ive waited for all of my life"]

Blame (air traffic controller) - this is probably one of my all time favorite songs like fucking ever and tbh i can see it with all lovesquare sides but i feel like ladynoir is the best fit! Chat picking ladybug up when she falls down and constantly being there to remind her she was to get up and fight, theres no time to sit and pity and blame herself, and he wont let her. him being her voice of reason as she copes with losing almost everything to monarch, him grounding her and being one of her biggest motivations to go on! with how severely marinette overthinks and doubts herself, he just becomes a mantra of 'dont blame yourself' which she desperately needs [fav lyrics: "Dont blame yourself cause you tried as hard as hell with the hand that you were dealt", "get on your feet, enough 'poor me', if you got time to bitch and whine then theres still time to try again", "And the vultures they are circling overhead, theyre reminding me of choices from my past"]

Peach Scone (hobo johnson) - makes me think of early seasons ladynoir ;-; chat just being head over heels for ladybug, struggling with keeping his love platonic when he wants to be with her and know her. Also getting to kinda hear his side of ladybug saying shes already in love with someone, how he respects that but still is a bit of a flirt, and hides how much it hurts him. also i love hobo johnson. [fav lyrics: "She kinda loves him back, but not really, theyre just really good friends and thats fine, he understands, its rational", "Oh, you got a man? are you in love? so, what type?", "So i fall to the ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart or atleast your spare time"]

Talk to me (cavetown) - i am such a sucker for ladynoir comfort. the idea of them being there for each other at their lowest points, holding each other together. This whole song just makes me think so strongly of chat comforting ladybug when shes breaking down and needs someone. [fav lyric: "ill be here until youre okay, lets your words release your pain, you and i will share the weight"]

Could have been me (The struts) - GOD. THIS SONG. ITS SO LADYNOIR CODED TO ME. them hyping each other up!! keeping each other going!! being each others motivation to keep getting back up and fight!! i just love the idea of them constantly being there to pick each other up and remind them of what theyre fighting for. i could listen to this song forever i love it. I can also really hear "I cant hear you, I wont fear you" being a supportive call and response thing with them <3[fav lyrics: "I wanna taste love and pain, wanna feel pride and shame", "Don't wanna live as an unsung melody, i'd rather listen to the silence telling me i can't hear you, i won't fear you"]

Understood (leith ross) - i am a huuuuuge fan of leith ross so obv i love this song for ml. it just makes me think so much of a worn down, tired, sad chat just gushing and crying to ladybug about how he doesnt understand love, how his family dynamic impacts him, and just letting himself fall apart in her arms. and her relating! her feeling that same tiredness and guilt and ache about love and family and friends, how much invisible pressure is hanging over both their heads and only they understand it. [fav lyrics: "ill visit my family in living rooms that dont get cold cause blankets and body heat cant be compared when it only took you a week to grow old", "Im sick of attachments I recently learned I cant relax and im scared of myself, scared for my health, tell me youll take me back home", "im sick of the feeling that nothing will ever stand still"]

Struck by lightning (sara kays, cavetown) - this song just really makes me think about ladybugs devotion to chat. i just imagine chat being out in the middle of a storm at night and marinette seeing him from her window and joining him as lb to comfort him. her knowing hes not going to go inside, so she just sits and stays with him, insisting if hes going to get soaked and cold and possibly hit by lightning, shes going to do it with him. [fav lyrics: "If you don't respond, I'll put my shoes on and lay down on the pavement next to you if we get struck at least we'll make the news", "What a way to go out something this town will forever talk about the two kids who were laying down and struck by lightning in front of your house"]

She wants me (to be loved) (The happy fits) - literally early seasons ladynoir. she wants me! (to be loved). i think it just perfectly fits how in love with lb chat is and how its clear she cant give that to him. [fav lyrics: "so, you say you love me, but not the way I need, things are so close to what i want to be", "I cant stop feelin, i want her love but all my dreaming is not enough. so in the morning the sun will rise and ill wake up and she wont be mine", "why cant you love me here tonight?"]

Adrinette

I do adore (mindy gledhill) - marinette being head over heels for adrien and being her normal clumsy self. Falling over, rambling, making a huge fool of herself while adrien watches, completely oblivious to her crush. this song just really reminds me of how much marinette struggles with keeping herself calm around adrien, how shes always messing up words and doing the wrong thing, but he never freaks out at her and he never shames her for it. [fav lyrics: "when youre near i hide my blushing face and trip on my shoelaces", "Ive noticed youre remarkably relaxed and im overly uptight, we balance out each other nicely" "Tongue-tied, twisted, foot in mouth, i start to stutter ha-ha-heaven help me"]

Just a friend to you (meghan trainor) - early seasons adrinette <3 adrien being so painfully oblivious while marinette is struggling with balancing being his friend and her overwhelming feelings for him. [fav lyric: "so it breaks my heart when you say im just a friend to you cause friends dont do the things we do"]

Silly girl (chloe moriondo) - listen to this song rn! its so perfectly adrinette! its crazy! how marinette romanticizes adrien and kind of puts him on a pedestal at the beginning which leads to her ignoring how he doesnt fit into that idea shes molded of him. Her having to deal with the pain of being in silent love with him while he seems so far away, and turning that back around to use against herself. i just think it explain really well how marinette saw him in this perfect, unattainable bubble before they got closer and she realized he was nothing like his public image of perfection [fav lyrics: "im just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world and he is perfect cause hes supposed to be", "he is perfect, unlike me, and how could i ever think that it was meant to be? and how could i ever think that anything was made for me?", "I made him perfect, cause i wanted him to be"]

Small (chloe moriondo) - this was originally intended to relate more towards marinette, but listening to it now with season 5 in my head it just screams adrien! how suddenly he falls for her and he cant get her out of his head! how in just a blink of an eye he is getting flushed when talking to her, hes wanting to be near her and talk to her, he wants to be with her! but shes pulling back from him and hes sort of unable to balance these new feelings AND respecting her boundaries because shes just the only thing he thinks about. i love simp boyfriend adrien. she fell first but he fell harder and no one can convince me otherwise [fav lyrics: "but im not used to dealing with feeling like im waisting your time", "ive never cared so much about avoiding overstepping, and when i think about you i forget about my hands" "endlessly try to make you smile cause whenever i see it my knees always get so weak"]

The one that got away (acoustic version - katy perry) - I am a mess over this song. i always imagine it as a post-reveal scenario in which something happened and ladybug lost chat in the fight against hawkmoth and found out he was adrien right as he died saving her. how badly she misses him and cant stop thinking about how he was the love of her life! having to go on living the rest of her life without him! shes unable to move past it and just spends her time thinking of all the things shed do if she still had him. in another life, they could still be happy together [fav lyrics: "we'd keep all our promises, be us against the world", "talk about our future like we had a clue, never planned that one day id be losing you"]

"Do you wanna be friends?" (leanna firestone) - Marinette breaking her own heart by having such a close friendship with adrien while being in love with him and knowing she cant do anything about it. Her desperately trying to convince herself she can be okay with a life with him as a friend and nothing more when obv she cant bc ouchie! her heart! [fav lyrics: "Do you wanna be friends? i mean, i wanna be more, but if friends is how i get to have you then sure", "The world wont end if you dont love me even if it feels that way"]

Marichat

If i could tell her (dear evan hansen) - i feel like this is a classic marichat song. like its been a marichat song for a hot minute but its still so them. chat comforting marinette about feeling like adrien doesnt notice her! and listing off things adrien 'told him about' and slowly realizing he does actually pay attention to all those small intimate things marinette does! he feels such a strong need to make sure marinette understands how important she is to adrien, and realizing how deep the disconnect between them two is [fav lyrics: "If i could tell her how shes everything to me but we're a million worlds apart and i dont know how i would even start", "And what do you do when the distance is too wide?"]

Drive (halsey) - i love this song for the idea of marinette and chat suppressing their feeling for each other because theyre 'supposed' to be in love with adrien and lb. for me it kind of paints a mental image of hangouts and games and memories between mari and chat that slowly become these intense, almost upsetting silences and tension. Just them desperately ignoring how deep their feelings for each other truly go and insisting everything remain surface level [ fav lyrics: "All we do is think about the feelings that we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign", "Your laugh echoes down the hallway, carves into my empty chest, spreads over the emptiness. its bliss", "Overanalyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed?",]

Comfort crowd (conan gray) - this song just really makes me think of chat being at a really low point and trying to hide it from marinette so he doesnt burden her with his emotions and baggage, and her just seeing right through it. Like hes smiling and trying to wave it off and she just knows hes not okay, and he just breaks. Ultimately it makes me think of chat turning to marinette for such deep and intimate comfort that purely comes from him being with her. just knowing hes safe to hold onto her and cry and shell be that company for him. [fav lyrics: "this hurt that im holding's getting heavy, but imma keep a smile on my shoulders til im sweaty", "my breaths getting short and im unsteady, welling up in tears as i lay upon your belly", "Telling you im fine I dont really need nobody, but you say through a sigh that i said that lie already", "and even if i cry all over your body, you dont really mind say you like your shirt soggy"]

Lost in you (khai dreams) - i love the mental image of just such relaxed, fluffy, soft, marichat dynamic in this! chat slowly realizing hes in love with marinette and getting lost in every aspect of her. maybe not being able to entirely admit its love, but still being able to admit he has such a deep and sincere admiration for marinette that he feels is returned in a way he doesnt feel from ladybug [fav lyrics: "Im just looking for some mutual love but all i get is unrequited", "Cause i dont even know I dont know why, all your love im trynna find im so lost in you, in all that you do"]

Something there (beauty and the beast) - i enjoy a good disney song every now and then! its just so marinette and chat slowly falling for each other and being like "nuh uh... wait.. wait a minute.." and then falling headfirst in love with each other, and unable to communicate it. But both of them feeling this sudden new and strange spark between them, things slowly changing, becoming more and more personal and slowly beginning to accept that things have changed [fav lyrics: "And now hes dear, and so unsure, I wonder why I didnt see it there before", "and when we touched she didnt studder at my paw, no it cant be, ill just ignore, but then shes never looked at me that way before", "True that hes no prince charming but theres something in him that i simply didnt see"]

I'd have to think about it (leith ross) - another leith song bc THEYRE SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO ALL THEIR MUSIC RN anyways some angst a lil :) a future where marinette/lb and adrien/chat somehow got torn apart after the reveal and lost contact for. a hot minute. and when they've found each other again its chat finally finding marinette, in a new home, with a new family, and a new life. but they both know who each other are and marinette having to cope with knowing she would drop everything to be with him again. anyways. brain food. [fav lyrics: "but if you come to me, in my home with my three kids, if you asked me to leave, to be with you and split, well id atleast have to think about it", "and if you come to me when ive promised to commit, if you told me that you loved me and asked me for a kiss, well id atleast have to think about it", "you are my achilles heel, the weakness only I can feel"]

Come around (peter mcpoland) - THIS SONG MAKES ME SO GIDDY FOR SOME REASON!! makes me think of like chat picking marinette up from her balcony and taking her on rides, showing her (what he thinks shes never seen) a brand new side of paris and getting to bask in the warmth and light she radiates with him. 'shes looking at the pretty lights, i cant stop looking at her eyes' type shit. just him being so so down bad for her. [fav lyrics: "Ive noticed you pull the blinds back when you hear that im driving round", "i dont mean to cause any trouble, well maybe a little if thats allowed"]

Animal (neon trees) - this song also makes me so !! the vibes are so playful and fun and flirty while the lyrics are more intense. just really reminds me of how surface level marinette and chat keep things, flirting and teasing and just enjoying each other, and then as soon as things get more serious it comes down to a life/death type feeling. but still longing for each other! they know it just hurts and they cant but they want to! they both love and hate the way their relationship feels suspended in the air, in that it gives it a rush of uncertainty and playfulness but it also brings serious fears and pain. i love this song a lot for them [fav lyrics: "I do it everytime, your killing me now and i wont be denied by you, the animal inside of you", "hush hush the world is quiet, hush hush we both cant fight it, its us that made this mess, why cant you understand?"

Ladrien

Dixie boy (april smith and the great picture show) - i have to admit i dont think a whole lot about ladrien but! i am a sucker for jealous/posessive ladybug like claiming adrien for herself and adrien jsut being like. yep. okay. i agree. cause her ass is petty enough to like makeout with him in front of chloe just to really rub it in and adrien is like yippe!! my super hero bug gf loves me! while ladybug is so >:) do not ever touch my man [fav lyrics: "Cause like a soldier defends his land well i stand up, i get up, i defend my man", "Well i know the way that you girls operate so keep your hands to yourself and your eyes on your own plate. Its not nice to stare, dont make me come over there", "Im a lover, not a fighter, and i dont want to have to get rough. just warning you ahead of time I can be a bitch when it comes to my stuff"]

Bad ideas (tessa violet) - both adrien and ladybug just being such lovesick nerds for each other <3 ladybug trying to fight the urge to kiss him when theyre together, and adrien doing anything he can to keep her near him. they both know its a bad idea, to just stop trying to keep it all contained, but its so tempting to just say fuck it and indulge the bad ideas. atleast for a little [fav lyrics: "But i just wanna see the grooves between your hands, your teeth, oh, tell me do you think about me?", "So why'd i wanna kiss you even though i miss you, guess i just wanted to know what it would feel like"]

Her (eery) - how much adrien thinks about ladybug. just all the different ways he dissects her personality, their memories, every little bit of information he knows about her. i just feel like this song, while simple, just really encapsulates how constantly ladybug is on his mind. i miss that dynamic damn

YOUTH (troye sivan) - ladybug and adrien running away together. fuck it. literally think about it. them just being in love and together and adrien finally getting out of that HOUSE and getting to be with his LADY and be happy. How deeply devoted to each other they would be, and although naive, they would be so sincere and literally ride or die for each other.

Roman holiday (halsey) - i love the idea of ladrien having those small, important firsts together. putting aside not being able to be completely honest with each other, adriens entire family dynamic, everything, and just saying screw it and dating and doing couple things! theyre both too scared of what might happen if they slow down and face reality, so they ignore everything outside of themselves. they both have that ache of knowing its not real, its not how they can actually live, but for now they get to be happy. and in love. and with each other. and theyll deal with all the heartbreak later [fav lyrics: "didnt know where we were running to but dont look back", "and we know that were headstrong, and our hearts gone, and the timings never right"]

and my other playlists

Chat Blanc

ANTI-HERO (SEKAI NO OWARI) - i will do my best to put my emotions towards chat blanc into comprehensible words but i make no promises. i love him so much. anti-hero gives like him turning his back on being a hero just for marinette, being okay with being viewed as evil hated because hes doing it for her! his distaste for the rest of the world in comparison to mari/lb ! how he lost his moral compass and doesnt understand the ways hes hurting her and himself by turning his back on being chat noir! god its so good [fav lyrics: "im gonna be the anti-hero, feared and hated by everybody, im gonna be the anti-hero so i can save you when the time comes", "cause there are people that ive got to protect and if you get in my way youre dead"]

I am damaged (heathers) - you caught me im a theater nerd but literally this song is so good for chat blanc! him coming to the realization the only way to save mari/lb is to destroy himself. him saying goodbye and making sure she understand that she was his everything! and he trusts her to fix the mistakes he made because shes his lady! and her not being able to talk him out of it and just having to say goodbye [fav lyric: "wish youd kiss me then youd know i worship you, ill trade my life for yours and once i disappear clean up the mess down here"]

Blah blah blah (the oozes) - reminds me of the trauma marinette gets from chat blanc, how she suffers nightmares and just cant stop being reminded of the horrible fate her partner suffered through. how marinette just cant go back to 'normal' after fighting him but also cant confide in anyone about it [fav lyrics: "you couldn't care less for the people youre hurting, there no excuse", "youve ruined the color blue for me, im surrounded by a deep dark sea"]

Anytime you smile (JT music, Andrea storm kaden) - kind of how i imagine chat blanc kept himself going while being isolated for all those months. coping by pretending ladybug was still with him and nothing was wrong, but slowly feeling uneasy and letting reality creep in. it shows how desperately he fights against his loneliness and pain with day dreaming, but still loses his mind. [fav lyrics: "anytime you smile baby you know you drive me wild, crazy! thats why you got me screamin, i think i might be dreamin", "believe me if im sleeping, i wanna keep on dreaming", "Someday soon this honey moon might be gone though, i hate goodbyes. I might not love you still, youll find no tougher pill to swallow (open your eyes)", "I stepped into a nightmare when i woke up from utopia starting to remember my depression and my phobias, why is everybody looking at me like i lost it?", "How can i be happy here? guess ill just pretend to be!" "no more sadness in this beautiful world, in love with happiness shes a beautiful girl!")

Mr bright side (the killers) - IM SORRY?? "it started out with a kiss how it did end up like this?" AND YOU DIDNT THINK THIS WOULD BE ON MY CHAT BLANC PLAYLIST?? thats really it for some reason this song is just so chat blanc to me. i love it.

Bad bad things (ajj) - im also a big fan of just bonkers insane scary chat blanc, him losing his humanity and only being able to see it reflected in mari/lb and not being able to stand it. him not being able to control his more violent ideas and losing himself in hurting others [fav lyrics: "So i looked into your eyes and i saw the reflection of a coward that you and i both hate very much", "If i dont go to hell when I die i might go to heaven but probably not"]

Akumanette

Dumb dumb (mazie) - i love the idea of an akumanette that just LOSES it on her friends after lila does some real stupid shit. none of her friends standing with her or supporting her and marinette getting so so upset and frustrated that they would be dumb enough to fall for it! which, being akumatized, of course wont come out the wrong way and is warped into this monstrous idea that marinette sees them as these morons who have disappointed her time and time again [fav lyric: "disappointment takes us by surprise even though by now i think we should have realized everyone is dumb"]

Class fight (melanie martinez) - god I LOVE AKUMANETTES THAT LOSE THEIR SHIT. lila putting distance and uncomfort between her and adrien (pre relationship) before marinette catches them kissing and get akumatized, and then marinette wrecks her shit :) her inner voice of reason feeling so horrified with the brutality and trying to get herself to realize but being able to deny monarchs voice encouraging her to act on her worst instincts [fav lyrics: "she had a boy wrapped around her finger tight, i fell in love with him but he wasnt in my life", "Her face was fucked up and my hands were bloody, we were in the playground things were getting muddy", "my one true love called me a monster"]

Bust your kneecaps - johnny dont leave me (pomplamoose) - i think this one really works well with an akumatized ladybug! her being so soft and scary to chat, chat blanc style, while promising to do horrible things to him. akumabug trying to convince him to 'just stop fighting' and 'hand over his miraculous' and then 'everything will be just the way it should be' and finally giving up and working instead to defeat chat rather than convince him

Therefore i am (billie eilish) - cold, angry akumanette FOR THE WIN OGH her just being such a silent but deadly akuma, her voice devoid of all the love and kindness it used to have when she was with adrien/chat, and him having to fight her while she shows no mercy. I just love the idea of chat doing anything he can, crying and begging marinette to fight it and come back to him and she has no pity for him [fav lyrics: "Get my pretty name out of your mouth, we are not the same with or without", "Did you have fun? i really couldnt care less and you can give them my best but just know im not your friend"]

Pretty privilege (blegh) - marinette being shown time and time again that the worst people will get away with horrible things, while she has to suffer beneath them and getting fed up. her letting all her feelings rise to the surface about how ugly she thinks people can truly be [fav lyrics: "Its crawling from underneath the surface nobodys first choice kind of ugly", "just because somethings pretty the laws dont apply to them have you noticed this shit its so ugly"]

Other friends (cristina vee cover) - i live for crazy akumanette losing her mind on everyone! what can i say! i love the idea of her confronting her friends and lilas lies in such a angry but playful way before losing her shit! and the added bonus of it being MARINETTES voice?? im screaming [fav lyrics: "What did she say about me, what did she say?", "Im the loser of the game you didnt know you were playing", "life on the line, winner takes all, ready or not lets begin!"]

Marigami/Kagaminette

She (dodie) - kagami fighting against her feelings for marinette because of their friendship, because of adrien, because of her mother, and because shes scared to admit she loves marinette far beyond how friends should. I love her just gently pushing that line, asking herself that question of "what is so wrong about it?" and working to accept that the pain and heartache are real because her feelings are [fav lyrics: "Could it be wrong when shes just so nice to look at ?", "id never tell, no id never say a word and oh it aches, but it feels ugly good to hurt"]

Sophie (black polish) - marinettes feelings for kagami! wanting to freeze her time with her, relive every moment they've been through and just experience the world by kagamis side. just how desperately they both need each others time and space, how comforting it is to just be with her. [fav lyrics: "youre impossible to read and thats fine, i dont even understand my own mind", "I just wanna escape the world sophie with you, with you, with you, with you"]

and an added bonus: i LOVE the song Bruno is Orange for kagami. reminds me of her so much.

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thelastbraincellofthehive · 1 year

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I'm rewatching Wednesday (again) and I just gotta say:

Having Jenna Ortega being so adorably short and Gwendoline Christie being so awesomely tall in so many scenes together was such a great idea? I love it, I love them both, I really hope Weems will be back next season.

I seriously still can't believe how shippeable Weems and Morticia are for some reason lol like, the show literally goes 'yeah they both had feelings for Gomez so Larissa really doesn't like Morticia' and my brain just goes 'ok so they should totally date right? Obviously a poly GomezxMorticiaxLarissa is the only way this goes!' lol

I've been watching reactions and I just love how everyone sees Enid in chapter one and are like, cautiously interested in the oposites dynamic but afraid She's gonna be annoying (we all remember Amanda lol) and then by chapter 2 Enid has already been adopted and must be protected. That's ver power.

Listening to Xavier talk about how psychic powers are influenced by emotions and Wednesday is not great on that front makes me question if maybe that's actually why her visions always became true. Weems says that Morticia's visions were very unreliable but the show again and again shows us that Wednesday's are not. Maybe it's because her emotions are not jnterfering that much (which makes me very curious to see her visions become more vague and unreliable as she opens up in future seasons, it would make for an interesting plot point if she notices she's feeling more probably thanks to and for Enid and having to decide if those feelings are worth losing her impartial visions)

I'm also hoping Thornhill Is back next season because Cristina Ricci, c'mon Netflix you know you want her!

While I'm very into the fandom side of Wenclair (you guys are really awesome), I'm still a firm believer that Wednesday needs to make it up to Enid because Enid was not treated fairly by her until very late in the season. And also, that Wednesday needs to learn how to be a good friend before romance gets involved. If (and I hope when) they go with the Wenclair router, I think a mid/slow burn is necessary.

But I wouldn't complain if they go fastburn I do love me some fastburn lol

I kinda want Pugsley to get into Nevermore next season too. Why isn't he here? ... Well, probably Nevermore would crumble in pieces with both Addams siblings there at the same time tho lol.

Also going back to the Wenclair thing, it's gonna be so funny and weird if the show never references an Addams family curse or Enid knowing greek or any of the things the fandom just collectibly accepted lol that's why I love ship fandoms.

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wenclair #just salem rambling around #i'm going crazy waiting for next season #please netflix don't ruin this #long post

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crystalclear97 · 3 months

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hi hi hi!!

Name your favourite artists who inspire you! Your arts are so cute

Other ship aside Armin/Annie?

Do you plan to draw more Aruani?

oh hiiii !!! 😊

This is very difficult aaaaaa :_) obviously all the aruani related artists that I follow inspire me a lot, maybe we have very different art styles but I love seeing their art and they encourage me to embrace and enjoy the fandom as I am still a bit self-conscious about that "nerdy" part of myself.

I am kinda shy to mention specific people but let's see...... @nobluesea, @annawayne, @lidatan, @brbarou, @phyroblue, @ghostieking, @pepperjackets, @catfein ... aaand I have to mention @kalruani who I think is my fav aruani artist but I don't think they're on tumblr...... 👉👈 I don't wanna make anybody feel bad if I forget them, so if I follow you, consider yourself part of the list PLEASE :_)

some other non tumblr related people:

Ana Galvañ • Sara Soler • Gabriel Picolo • Bryan Lee O'Malley • alessandro barbucci • Núria Tamarit • Miguel Gallardo (RIP) • Maria Herreros • Laura Brouwers • Gretel Lusky • KAZLAND • Cristina Daura • So Lazo • Dakota Cates • Ingrid Arbiol • Paw Salcés • Xulia Vicente • Beatriz Fletes • LUCIA CUÑAT ORTEL • Paco Roca • Fran Riolobos • Ian • Sha'an d'Anthes • Lucy Zhang • David Ramírez • Julia Kaye • Alex Norris • AND some friends that are also great artists: [RAMUNE] - Alba Flores - Natalia Lucas - Joaquín Guirao

I'm forgetting people for sure aaaaaaaaa I tried my best.........

The alternative / punk / fanzine / local scene inspires me a lot, shows like Adventure Time, videogames like NITW or Omori with great art, and MUSIC!

at this moment tbh I am super aruani focused... but I've shipped a lot through my life haha when I was a child I was obsessed with TK + Kari (digimon) and I usually shipped my fav character from anything, which usually was the misfit / weird / nerd one (I still do btw) 😅 Some ships that I also like at this moment could be zutara, bubbline, tomgreg from succession (in a fun way tbh), OBVIOUSLY tayley from paramore but they are real people so..... HAHA idk if you ask me what do I think of some specific ship I'll tell you my take!

YES!! 🥰

thank you for asking!

#personal #ask #ship #aruani #art #inspiration

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dhampiravidi · 6 months

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when you dislike the MC of a good series AKA Who Will Die in The Wicked Powers

damn, being petty enough to flip off the MC x canon ship in my (favorite) fandom is really kicking me in the ass--

yeah, basically I can't touch half the TSC stuff on Tumblr bc I'm so anti-Clace...(meanwhile I love literally every other character that's been in every Shadowhunter series)...& they're probably gonna have a wedding + kids in the next books (assuming Jace isn't killed)...

The Wicked Powers is most definitely gonna have the Princes of Hell as the main villains. I feel like Luke, Gwyn, or Izzy will die, since the younger Shadowhunters are supposed to be central & well...look at the couples who will be alive/extant by TWP:

SPOILERS FOR ALL SHADOWHUNTER BOOKS!!

Jace & Clary

Magnus & Alec

Simon & Izzy

Julian & Emma

Kit & Ty

Kieran/Cristina/Mark

Dru & Ash (& maybe Jaime)

Diana & Gwyn

Luke & Jocelyn

Tessa & Jem

(forgive me if I'm missing anyone!)

Jace already died once. Clary had dreams about dying, but those were shown to be visions of Thule. Based on canon events, I think they're Clare's favorite ship. SAFE.

Magnus almost gave himself to Asmodeus in CoHF. Alec almost-ish died saving Magnus in The Eldest Curses. Also, Alec almost died thanks to that poison demon in TMI (the one Magnus saved him from). Malec might end up forced to rule some region of Hell (reason unknown but I think it'll have to do with them beating/destroying Asmodeus). I feel like past events foreshadow Magnus dealing with the unfortunate sides of being a warlock. But he won't die--the "killing your gays" trope might actually save he & Alec.

Simon nearly died when the vampires attacked him (when he was a mundane), then when Valentine bled him pre-Daylighter (then Jace's blood saved him). He "sacrificed" himself to Asmodeus CoHF, in the form of his vampire immortality + memories (which he basically got back later on). Izzy...she's been through a lot psychologically & about as much as I think most Shadowhunters would physically. She lost Max & her dad. But she's a badass (I'm not faulting her for it, either). So I don't think she's safe.

Julian & Emma both lost their parents in horrible ways. Their whole series was about the parabatai curse (which, to me, was conveniently not mentioned in chronologically earlier series...probably because it wasn't invented til TDA was written, lol). They're kinda written to be the leaders of Livvy's Watch. SAFE.

Kit has his whole faerie power reveal shit to explore & he + Ty are some of the major characters in TWP. I'm pretty sure they'll spend the series healing their relationship. SAFE.

Kieran/Cristina/Mark will survive because 1) Kieran as the Unseelie King is an important Shadowhunter ally, 2) they're poly rep in YA, which is rare, and 3) killing one of them off would leave the others to mourn in such a weird way. SAFE.

I love Dru Blackthorn. She's one of the main of TWP, so I think she'll survive, plus tbh I don't think any more Blackthorns will be killed. Ash will probably end up as the Seelie King or as Clace's adopted son, to "redeem" Sebastian in a narrative sense. Jaime's sort of a main for TWP as one of Dru's love interests. SAFE.

Diana & Gwyn aren't main characters (though I like their romance). Diana also is the ONLY transgender person in all the books (unless I missed something). I don't think she'll be killed off. Gwyn might be just because I see the Wild Hunt as an important group in TWP & he might die protecting Diana (narratively, this shows strengthened faerie-Shadowhunter relations, despite the Wild Hunt being unaffiliated with either Court).

Luke & Jocelyn deserve to be endgame, but I could see Luke being killed off as one of those "MC's loved one is killed so the MC goes & avenges them" type of things. I love Luke & Jocelyn as characters, though.

Tessa & Jem deserve to be endgame, arguably, more than any couple. They were the mains in their series, then Jem survived but was sort-of-"lost" when he became a Silent Brother. Then he miraculously became a (mortal) Shadowhunter again when he was burned by heavenly fire, he just left the Clave behind to hang with Tessa (good choice!). Tessa has a baby & she's gonna suffer enough when she outlives Jem. SAFE?

#anti clace #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #book predictions #admin #shadowhunters #malec #clace #kierarktina #sizzy #books #nephilim #book death #fictional characters #unpopular opinion #hot take #I promise you I don't like Clary but I love everyone else

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hey! i love your writing sm! could i request a fan fic of Owen Hunt with fem!reader where they’re dating and are reunited after the plane crash and he has to take care of her? either way thanks and keep up your amazing writing<33

After (Owen Hunt x Reader)

tags: hearing loss, plane crash s8, death mentions, established relationship, Owen just cares for you :), kissing, general supportive boyfriend behaviors

summary: After the plane crash, you lose your hearing and Owen helps you through that.

a/n: i really liked writing this one, i love owen and also i just feel like this was a fun way to take this one, i hope you enjoy the fic and thank you for the request!! :)

4 full days. 96 hours. 5760 minutes.

Mark wouldn't stop dying, he seemingly insisted on his own demise. Following after Lexie like it was his end-of-life mission, Arizona wouldn’t shut up, she screamed so much you almost welcomed your hearing loss, even when it didn’t go away. You remembered all of your time in the woods, watching Lexie sputter blood as Mark sobbed his heart out, you remember how cold Mark was after he died the first time, how you helped Cristina bring him back. Meredith and Derek clung together, desperate for warmth. You remembered every second.

You didn’t remember every second of being saved, as if your body crashed, you didn’t fully believe you were safe. You didn’t until you arrived at Boise Memorial and came face to face with Owen, your Owen. You hadn’t even believed it was him, you thought it was one of your many delirious hallucinations from the previous four days, that is until you felt him, touched him, took in all of him, his scent and the way his stubble scratched at you slightly, it truly was Owen.

“Oh g--- I was so----.” Your hearing would cut out every once and a while, you assumed it was just the noise of the hospital around you, being in the ICU. The plane ride home was the worst part of it all, you remember before it happened, Owen hugged you, “I--- sedate---?” You simply nodded, allowing him to help you stay okay during this time, he placed a mask over your face as you fell into a place of much-needed rest, you remembered his hand on yours as you fell into sedation.

Now you’re awake, the world is just as muffled as it was when you fell asleep. Your hearing comes in and out and it’s sometimes okay, “Dr. (L/N)?” You look over to see an intern you’re familiar with, this is Seattle Grace Mercy West. You smile at them as they stand beside Owen, who looks at you nervously. “Your hear--- dam--- crash.” You look between the two of them as Owen looks at you, his eyes are a dead giveaway, that something isn’t right and you are realizing this fact fully right now. “Owen?” You ask, speaking loudly, you’re actually able to hear that, you smile a bit to yourself until you see Owen’s face looking at you just a bit unnerved. He sits with you on the bed, signaling the attending doctor to leave the room, he takes hold of your hand, waiting for the door to close before he begins to speak.

“Your hearing is damaged from the plane crash.” He says, it’s still quiet but you nod, looking at him worriedly, “Is it… Is it gonna come back?” He shakes his head, taking a breath in before speaking again, “Naturally, no… We could use hearing---.” You stop listening, a week ago you could hear, but now it was muffled, much messier than you’d wished.

You stare off into space, you want to be anywhere but here right now. You wish you’d never gotten on that plane. Owen notices how you stop, you aren’t trying to listen anymore, so he stops, now he just holds your hand, and he pulls you close to him, kissing your forehead softly. “You know,” He says, it’s quiet but you can hear him well enough, “You don’t need to figure this out now. If you want, we could just… God, do you want me to just stay?”Just staying, nothing else would make you happier at this moment. Thus, you nod, moving forward to let Owen’s body fit behind yours as he pulls you in tightly, he says nothing, nothing can fix what you’d just been through so saying nothing works. Right now, this contact with your boyfriend is all that you could ever want. Even if it can’t fix everything, it gives you something, someone to just be with after your sky had fallen, and you couldn’t help but find solace in that.

#owen hunt x reader #owen hunt #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #grey's #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #grey's spoilers #grey's anatomy fanfiction #grey's fanfic #grey's abc #greys abc #writers of tumblr #fanfiction blog #x reader fanfiction #fanfics

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topguncortez · 5 months

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I’m team Dr./Auntie Val Machado coming in with the unicorn stickers and sitting through scary scans. She gives Arizona Robins from Greys.

I bet her heart sank when she heard Ella was rushed in. And you KNOW she’s gonna check Ella’s charts and be momma bear when it comes to Ella’s care.

Also Jake won’t cry In front of wifey to be strong for his family but he will cry with Javy and thank Val for being with his baby.

when i write Val, i write her thinking about Santana Lopez and Cristina Yang. She’s sassy, but will fight for her loved ones. She grew up privileged but doesn’t let it blind her. So whenever Val gets news about any of her loved ones being in the hospital, she is running to their side.

Val’s heart absolutely stopped in her chest when she heard that Ella was in the ER. And even tho Shy!Wifey and Jake can’t be back in the exam rooms or operating rooms, Val is there the whole time, overseeing (sometimes tryna butt in) what’s going on.

She’s a firm believer in tough love and you’ll see it more in Are You With Me. She kinda kicks Jake and gets him to get his shit together

#g mail

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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The Assistant - Part 8**

This chapter is Mega fluff and some filthy smut!

Series Masterlist

WC: 6.2k

Harry was right, Y/N needed a day to herself to recover from what had happened. She was admittedly a bit shaken up and spending the day with her grandparents had been nice. She helped around the house but they also went to park and had a little picnic there before heading back in the mid afternoon. She got showered and changed and helped her grandmother with dinner while her grandfather did some yard work. It was about 4:30pm when the doorbell rang and her grandmother rushed out to get it.

“Oh, Harry! What a surprise!” She heard from a distance and smiled as she continued peeling the skin off of the onions.

“Hello, Cristina.” He greeted her with a big smile. She glanced down to his hands and he was carrying a bouquet of flowers in his hands, “I just wanted to check in on Y/N. See if she was feeling better after everything yesterday.” He said and raised the bouquet, “I ummm, brought her some flowers.” He said and Cristina smiled.

“Well, come on in and ask her yourself.” She said cheerfully and he chuckled.

“Alright, thank you.” He responded as she let him inside.

“She’s helping me with dinner.” She explained she guided him into the kitchen, “You’ve got a visitor!” Cristina said and Y/N turned around and smiled upon seeing Harry looking a bit more casual than usual but looking as handsome as ever.

“Ummm, hi.” She played coy with a little smile and he wanted to roll his eyes at her, but he’d play along.

“Hi.” He smiled, “I brought you these.” He said extending the flowers out to her, “Wanted to see how you were feeling today.” He said as he handed her the flowers.

“I’m feeling good. Thank you for suggesting to take the day, I didn’t know how much I needed it.” She assured and he smiled.

“It’s not a problem. We all missed you at work though.” He said and she tutted, “We really did.” He chuckled.

“Well I’ll definitely be in tomorrow.” She assured, “Ummm, w-would you like to join us for dinner again?” She asked and her grandmother smiled from her spot by the refrigerator at her invitation.

“Ummm, if that’s alright with everyone I’d love to.” He said with a smile.

“Of course it’s alright, sweetheart.” Cristina cut in excitedly and Y/N giggled.

“Well seeing as I dropped in unexpectedly, is there anything I can do to help?” He asked.

“Oh no, you can go watch the television or feel free to sit here and chat with us while we finish up.” Cristina told him.

“Well if I’m gonna sit here I might as well busy myself with something, no?” He asked with a smile, “I insist, I’m not useless in the kitchen, if the hesitation stems from that.” He said to Cristina and she and Y/N both laughed as Y/N went to grab a vase from a cupboard for her flowers.

“Alright, I believe you. You can help Y/N with the vegetables. The chicken is just resting in the seasoning. I’m going to take some lemonade out to Dave.” Cristina announced and they both nodded, ”Y/N grab Harry an apron, will you?” She asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Y/N said and hurried to fill the vase with water and set the flowers in there. Once she set that down she wiped her hands on the pink gingham patterned apron she had on and went over to the little hook by the pantry that held all of her grandmother’s aprons and she picked up the next one as her grandma swept by with some lemonade as she headed out to the backyard. Y/N headed back to Harry with a smile. “Here you go.” She said, holding out the apron towards him and instead he reached around her waist and pulled her in close.

“Hi.” He whispered as their noses brushed and she grinned as he closed the distance between them. Their lips joined in a deep kiss, but they quickly pulled away, “Missed having you. Around today. Work’s not as fun.” He said softly, making her heart skip a beat.

“I missed you too.” She responded.

“S’a little toasty in here.” He noted and she smiled as she draped the apron over Harry’s shoulder and reached for the buttons of his shirt.

“You’ve got something on underneath, right?” She asked and he nodded, “Good.” She hummed as she worked her way up his shirt until all of the buttons were unfastened and his undershirt was on display, “And let me help you get this on.” She said of the white floral apron and he smirked as she reached around him and fastened the apron.

“Thank you, baby. What’ll you have me do?” He asked.

“Need you to quarter the potatoes.” She said as she reached for his hand and guided him over beside her. Before him on the counter there was a bowl of potatoes, a knife and a cutting board. He grabbed the knife on the cutting board and reached for a potato and he smiled to himself before speaking.

“Hey baby,” he said lowly and she hummed as she continued peeled the final onion, “so when you say quarter the potatoes, what does that mean?” He asked and she paused her movements and looked at him with her lips rolled together as if trying to hold back a laugh.

“Are you being serious right now?” She asked with a big grin and he broke and started laughing.

“No! Of course I know what that means!” He said with a playful scoff and she giggled as she went back to her peeling, “Grew up with just my mum and sister, trust me, I can cook.” He said as he started quartering the potato on the board, “It actually kind of hurts me to know that you think so little of me.” He said with very feeble offended lilt to his voice as he grabbed another.

“Well to be fair last time we were together you made me a grilled cheese sandwich, so I have nothing to base your skills off of.” She responded with a smile.

“OK, you’re right about that.” He said more lowly, “But I promise you, I’m a great cook. Can learn to make anything.” He assured her and she smiled.

“Alright, I believe you.” She said and he chuckled.

“You don’t sound like you do.” He said and she laughed softly.

“I promise I do.” She said as she put the onion down and turned to him and he looked over to her with a sentimental look in his eyes and put down the knife and turned towards her

“OK.” He said back quietly and she kept looking at him, her gaze slowly moving down his neck to his broad shoulders and his sturdy chest that she got just a tempting peek of from the cut of his undershirt. As her eyes traveled lower, over his abdomen, he was really buff there too; his muscles were taught and well defined, she’d bet that even if he didn’t flex them she’d be able to distinguish all six of them and leave a searing kiss on each one. Finally, her gaze fell upon the apron tied around his hips. Maybe it was a good thing that it covered his lower half, she’d certainly try and make out which way he had tucked his cock into his pants. She looked back up at his eyes and he was wearing a devilish smirk, “Having a little look over?” He asked and she nodded timidly. He was just such a beautiful piece of work and it elicited an absolutely feral response from her. She supported herself with a hand on his shoulder as she tiptoed to reach his ear and he leaned down, his height still a bit too large for her to reach properly.

“You look so…tempting.” She said in a sultry tone and he was fighting every impulse in his body to wrap his arms around her and grope at her bottom and pull her flush against his body to let her feel how hard he was for her now, “I don’t know what I want more, to get on my knees for you or to have you bend me over the counter and have your way with me.” She said quietly, her lips just grazing over his earlobe and he let out an audible, but low groan at her words. Just when he thought that she was through she took his earlobe between her lips and sucked as her hand trailed down from his shoulder and to where the apron was tied.

“Baby.” He said shakily, his grip on the counter was damn near painful at this point, “Please.”

“Please what?” She asked.

“I don’t… I don’t even know.” He chuckled breathily and she smiled as she kissed down the angle of his strong jaw.

“I’ll take care of you later, I promise.” She said and he exhaled through his mouth as she moved away and they both just returned to what they were doing. Harry’s hands were nearly trembling.

“I’m so hard, I think I might die.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“God bless that apron.” She said and he glanced down.

“Mmm, the apron’s not really helping.” He said nervously and she spared a glance down and she could see that there was a noticeable bulge beneath it. She wanted to see the outline of his cock straining against his trousers, that fucking apron was in the way.

“I can see that… sorry.”

“It’s OK, baby. It happens.” He assured her as he took yet another deep breath to calm down.

“Well, if it’s any consolation I’m also really uncomfortable. Probably need to go put on a fresh pair of underwear after seeing you.” She said and he looked at her with an air of desperation.

“Not helping.” He said and she giggled.

“Maybe if you finish quartering the potatoes you’ll be distracted enough.” She said and he sighed but nodded, she was right so he got to doing that and she started to chop the onions she had peeled, but soon they both started to feel their eyes burning.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” He said and stepped away and rubbed his eyes which somehow made it worse and his tears started to fall. She started laughing at him as her own eyes spilled tears. The burn from the onions was intense and soon a fit of laughter took over them and they were clutching their stomachs with joyful tears rolling down their faces. Cristina came back in and laughed along at the state the two were in.

“What on earth is going on here?” She asked through her laughter and they both struggled to catch their breaths. She waited for them to calm down before they just explained that it was a random fit of laughter, but Cristina thought it was sweet none the less. She had never seen Y/N this happy. Sure, she had dated before and had even had a serious boyfriend, James, but still Cristina had never seen her looking so well. It was beautiful to witness Y/N falling in love, “You kids are something else. Can’t even leave you alone for 5 minutes.” She teased and they chuckled.

“Grandma, if you’d like we can handle dinner.” Y/N offered and Harry nodded beside her.

“Alright, if you insist.” She gave in easily, making them both laugh before she announced she was going to go wash up.

About 30 minutes later everything was just about ready and Harry was helping Y/N carry things out to the table as her grandparents settled in. Everything was delicious and the conversation was light and lively. It wasn’t missed by anyone the way Harry would look at Y/N when she would talk and laugh and even just breathe, it seemed. It was sweet and wonderful to witness this; they could tell she felt a bit timid about him, but not in a way where she seemed put off. She seemed to be trying to tone down how giddy she was.

“That was absolutely delicious! Thank you, you two.” David smiled with satisfaction.

“Good, glad you enjoyed it.” Y/N smiled with pride and then Harry cleared his throat.

“Ummm, I was wondering if it would be alright if I take Y/N out for some ice cream or a milkshake?” He said to David and Cristina, “If you want to, of course!” He added in quickly as he turned to Y/N. He deserved an academy award with those acting skills and she looked to her grandparents, her grandmother was nodding excitedly as discreetly as possible.

“We’re alright with it. Y/N?” Her grandfather asked.

“Yes, that sounds good. Great actually.” She said with a timid smile and Harry had the same expression on his face, “If you can just give me a minute to grab my shoes and purse?”

“Of course. Take your time.” He assured and she nodded and excused herself quickly and Harry bit his lip nervously before looking back to David and Cristina, “Ummm-” he swallowed the lump in his throat, “I’ve been getting to know Y/N quite well at work and I am continuously impressed by her. She is smart and quick and ambitious a-and tenacious and I really like that.” He said to them. Cristina was clutching around her fork so hard she thought it could bend, she was waiting for him to ask if he could formally date her - he had to be!

“Yes, she has always been quite the go-getter.” David chuckled and Cristina nodded in agreement with her husband.

“I can certainly imagine that to be the case.” Harry smiled along with them, “And as I said, I really like that and I find it admirable and I…” he paused to swallow down his nerves, “I’m just completely taken by her and I would like to get to know more of her outside of the professional setting. With your permission of course.” He said to David and Cristina. Cristina wasn’t even trying to hold back her excitement anymore.

“You want to go steady with her?”

“I-if she’d like to, yes.” Harry said with a smile.

“Harry, I do like you. I think you are a kind and forthright young man and you’ve certainly shown us plenty of your good character with how you’ve treated Y/N. But what happens if things don’t work out as you all expect, with work and what not?”

“Oh, David!” Cristina tutted.

“It’s alright, that is a very valid question. After all, I am Y/N’s boss and there is another dynamic at play there.” He appeased Cristina, “But I do believe Y/N and I are mature enough to be objective about work and then be however else outside of work if she were to agree to go out with me. Also, if the relationship does advance to more serious territory there are some steps to take with human resources to protect each of us professionally were things to not go as expected.”

“So you expect things to last with her?” Cristina jumped in with a smile and Harry’s face heated up with a blush and he slightly shrugged.

“I mean…I would hope so. I think she likes me too.” He said and Cristina nodded.

“Oh, she certainly does.” She confirmed making them all chuckle.

“I do understand that life happens and sometimes things don’t always go as planned, but I can promise you both that regardless of what goes on I will treat her with the utmost respect and care. I know that she is special, I see it every single day and I have to just…wrap my mind around it every single day.” He said with a small smile, “I got so incredibly lucky and I don’t let myself forget it.” He said to them. Cristina’s eyes were welling up as Harry finished.

“Well, that settles it then. I don’t think we could ask for any more than that for her.” David said to Harry with a nod and Harry smiled.

“Thank you.” Harry hummed. He was absolutely buzzing internally. They continued chatting and a few moments later Y/N came down and Harry immediately stood.

“Ready!” She announced.

“Perfect. Ummm, I should have her back to you by 9:30?” He asked Y/N and she nodded. It was about to be 8pm soon, the sun was already setting behind the hills, that should be plenty of time.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She assured.

“Alright kids, drive carefully.” Cristina admonished and Harry assured he would as he briefly hugged her and kissed her cheek before shaking hands with David and then they were both walking out to Harry’s car. Cristina watched from inside as he opened up her door and helped her settle in before he got situated himself and they took off.

“Is there a place that you like?” Harry asked as he slowly drove them out of her neighborhood.

“Yes. I’ll tell you where to go.” She assured and he reached for hand as they drove down the main street for several minutes, “Make a right at the next intersection.” She said and he went on and did just that and they started going up a hill, passing by some beautiful houses and he was wondering where they were going because it was looking less and less residential.

“Where are you taking us?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She said with a grin as she directed him to keep driving up until they passed a sign that said “Welcome to Angeles National Forest” and he glanced to her and she giggled.

“I can assure you there is no ice cream in the forest.” He said to her and she giggled.

“I know, but there’s this really great view spot where you can see the city, kinda like your house.” She said and he hummed as he ran his thumb along the side of her hand, “We stopped by once after we went camping up here.” She said and he smiled.

“How long ago was that?”

“Mmmm, I must’ve been like 10 or 11?” She said as they rounded the curves of the roads, “Gram got eaten alive by mosquitoes so we never did it again.” She giggled as she remembered and he chuckled, “Then I came a few more times with friends and I haven’t been back in a while. Oh, the spot is right after we curve around this part of the mountain.” She said and he started to slow down. The road was completely desolate and even the view point was in the same state as he carefully drove onto the dirt area and stopped slowly, smiling as they looked down the entirety of Los Angeles.

“Wow…” he said quietly as he put the car in park and shut it off and immediately moved to get out of the car and she smiled and did the same. They met around the front of the car and he dipped down to kiss her lips quickly. “Let’s sit up here.” He said, patting on the hood of the car and she nodded. He helped her up before pulling himself up as well and they both laid back on the windshield, their hands intertwined as they looked out at the gorgeous view. The warmth of it beneath them was a gorgeous contrast compared to the slightly cold breeze from the mountain air.

“In the day time, on a really clear day, you can literally see the ocean from here.”

“Really?” He wondered aloud and she nodded.

“I also like that you can see all the stars from here.” She said and he glanced up and saw the bright specks of light completely littering the sky, “Slightly on your right and a little further back, that’s the Hercules constellation.” She pointed out and he squinted to try and make it out.

“Where?”

“You see that like, boxy shape?” She pointed with her finger as best as she could and he chuckled.

“I can’t make anything out.” He said with a small laugh and she huffed.

“At least try…” she said and he laughed as he squinted a bit, “Right….there.” she said pointing his hand right at the box of stars and she guided his hand to show him the shape, “It’s just there.”

“Looks more like a 4-legged spider to me, baby.” He said softly now that he had found the shape.

“You’re not wrong about that.” She giggled.

“OK, show me another one.” He said softly and she smiled.

“Mmmm… on the left of the Hercules there’s like a crescent moon shaped on. S’like a little cluster, don’t remember what it’s called though.”

“Oh! That one I do see.” He said almost immediately, “Maybe we call it, Y/N’s smile.” He said turning to her and she couldn’t help it as her lips split to reveal a big and beautiful smile as her face heated up from his flirtations, “Literally identical.” He said as his thumb came over her bottom lip and ran along the curve of it. It was dark and their eyes had adjusted to it this way, but the bright summer moon was washing everything around them in a dim, silvery color and he could make out her pretty, delicate face just enough.

“You’re really cheesy.” She giggled timidly.

“Yeah, disgustingly so.” He confirmed as his hand traveled down her neck, his fingers could feel the fastened pace of her pulse, it made him feel excited and for his soul to yearn for her in a way that he had never felt before. Sure, he had told people that he loved them before in their relationship, but the way he felt with her made him question it all. This was love. It was the way he felt joy when he heard her uplifting voice chirp out a ‘good morning’ as he got into the office. It was the way that he noticed that she always bit her lip back to avoid smiling so wide. It was the way that he felt like mush inside when she would say his name. It was the way his heart would beat out of time when he got to feel her lips against his own. Love was everything he experienced with her simply because it was her there with him.

“What?” She asked with a smile on her face as he just stared.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He practically whispered to her and she felt her entire body melt to mush as his words processed in her mind. She felt the exact same way; she was so scared she would never find someone like him, but here he was.

“I feel that way about you too.” She whispered and he just turned over and attached their lips in an immediately heated kiss. The preamble to this intense or fiery moment between them apart from their weighted confessions. As their lips moved together she couldn’t think of anything but that ache that she felt to be closer to him. As close as she possibly could be to him. It was an ache unlike anything she had ever felt before and she just knew that the only remedy for it was him. She felt even more wound up as his lips smeared down her neck, sucking very lightly at her skin, his hold on her was tight, as if she was using her as his grounding agent to not get too carried away. But she needed him to get carried away and to unleash whatever desires he had on her.

“Oh, Harry…” she moaned breathily and the pretty sound literally made a tingle shoot straight down to where his cock was impossibly erect for. He let a soft groan roll through his chest.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name.” Harry spoke against the warm skin of her neck, “Specially when I know it’s because you’re begging for me. Begging for me because you’re probably completely soaking through your knickers for me.” She moaned as he said that.

“I need you. I need you so bad.” She whispered shakily and he groaned, losing his resolve and getting off of the car and pulling her over to him. He stood between her as his hands roamed up her thighs and his lips kissed hers aggressively. Finally, his fingers reached the button of her jeans and he started to undo it.

“Need you too, baby.” He mumbled against her mouth, “Need to be inside of you.” He said before smearing their lips together again.

There was a fire in his body that only she could quell. It was brewing inside of him all of the time; after the first time he had her it was hard to not think about it. About how it felt to sink inside of her of her tight and wet little hole, she had taken it so well. He had been sweet and calm with her thus far, but he wanted far more than that. He wanted to absolutely wreck her for anyone else, he wanted to pound his cock into her so hard that she could feel him for days after - but would she be alright with that?

“Baby, please.” She begged.

“OK. Gonna bend you over the hood.” He said and she nodded. He pulled her pants and panties down to her knees before undoing his own pants and as soon as he was freed he started to stroke over his cock when it suddenly dawned on him, “Shit, I don’t have a condom.” He said in almost a pained voice and she whined, “I-I don’t mind. I can still…I just won��t finish inside of you.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just please get inside.” She said and he grabbed himself and lined his cock up to her entrance, tapping against her swollen and sticky cunt. He could imagine that his precum was probably creating sticky strings as it combined with her arousal. He could feel his balls throbbing, feeling full and heavy with all of the cum he wanted to pour inside of her.

“Fuck, here I go.” He warned and she nodded and he thrust forward, his wide tip did an excellent job of opening her up, it made her breath hitch as he slowly sunk into her. The downward angel was doing things to her, she could feel him rubbing into parts of her that were new to her. When he finally bottom up he squeezed her hips hard and groaned as he rolled his hips into her, getting as deep as he could and she bowed her head as she pushed back into him as well, “How do you want it, baby?” He asked and she felt a chill travel through her whole body.

“However you like, I can take it.” She said and he groaned as one of his hands traveled up to the back of her neck and pressed down.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, remind me who I belong to.” She moaned and he lost it at that. He drew out, nearly to the tip before roughly colliding his hips with hers and she gasped as he squeezed down around the back of her neck. Then he did it again and again, until the slight hurt of his rough thrusts melted into the most delicious pleasure and pressure in the deepest part of her. His breathing was hard and ragged as he mercilessly pounded away into her. A soft groan left her lips every time his front would meet with her ass, timing their sounds in perfect unison. She could feel hers legs losing their strength as he drove deep into her spot.

“Feel so good around my cock, baby.” He groaned and she whined out, “Wanted me to claim your little cunt as mine, is that right?” He panted.

“Yes, Harry! Yes!” She whimpered through the pleasure.

“Good. Gonna finish all over your pretty little cunt, really make it mine like that.” He said and she let out a moan that she didn’t even know she had in her, “You take my big cock really well, baby. Could be inside of you all day if you’d let me.” Her breathing hitched when he parted her legs further and sunk in as deep as possible.

“Oh my god!” She gasped at the dull ache of him reaching a new depth, “I-it’s- you’re too deep!” She strained out and he groaned as he slowed down his pace.

“Didn’t you say I could fuck you however I wanted because you could take it?” He asked and she moaned as he delivered a hard thrust again, just as deep and it made her tense up.

“Didn’t say to stop, did I?” She retorted and he grinned as he wound her hair up in his fist and pulled her taut.

“No you didn’t. Gonna really give it to you now, OK?” He warned and she moaned and he started to mercilessly pound into her pussy. He was losing himself in the feeling reverberating through his own body. He couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to ever stop fucking her this way. Y/N felt that he was splitting her in two with how hard and fast he was going, but the brute force he was using was satisfying that primal and feral desire she had for him. It was bringing her to her end and quickly, especially with him pounding into her g-spot.

“Oh fuck, Harry!” She cried out and he grinned.

“Fuck…” he growled, “Love how tight your little cunt squeezes my cock.” His filthy words were her ultimate weakness, it made her mind fog and for her to want to do more to hear what he was really thinking and she tightened up again and she moaned, “Fuck baby,” he stammered, “d-don’t do that you’re gonna make me come and I won’t be able to pull out in time.” He panted and she did it again and he tossed his head back as his tummy swirled with pleasure, “Be good or I’ll pull out.” He smacked her ass when he recovered.

“M’sorry, I’ll be good for you.” She whimpered and he growled.

“You’re already good for me, baby. So fucking good, you feel so fucking good.” He grunted.

“I’m so close!” She warned, “Pull my hair harder.” She pleaded and he groaned as he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled it back and she smiled, “Oh fuck yes, you do own my pussy. I’m all yours, Harry.” He grinned at her confession.

“Fuck, I knew there was a little devil inside of you, baby. Gonna do things to you that you’ve never even dreamed of to get your little pussy creaming all over my cock.” He grunted roughly and just like that she was unraveling. She didn’t hold back her sounds as she spiraled through the pleasure. There was slight pain, but lots of good feelings swarming through her body and making her legs shake, “Oh fuck, baby! I’m gonna come!” He warned as he continued pounding into her, his own legs were tired, but he didn’t want to stop.

“Harry!” She whimpered as she started to feel the pleasurable feeling amplify as he chased his high, continuously ramming into her g-spot. She felt like she was about to burst from the inside out. He could feel her pulsing around him again and he smiled breathlessly.

“Give me one more. One more, baby. Can feel you’re right there.” He panted tiredly and she couldn’t even say anything, her mouth just fell open in a silent scream as she started to come undone. Harry felt a pressure from inside of her pushing his cock out and he pulled out only to hear her scream in pleasure as her cum squirted out of her and he groaned, but held her up quickly so she wouldn’t fall to the ground. He stuffed his cock back inside and pumped in a few times before he pulled out again and with heavy breaths and a low groan he started to come all over her bottom, painting it with his warm and milky load. Y/N was clutching to the hood for dear life as her legs warred to keep her on her feet. Harry then sunk down to his knees, still holding her up by the hips as he let his tongue roll out of her mouth and lick her bottom clean of his cum, the proceeded to part her cheeks to make space as he licked up her pussy and she gasped from the sensitivity.

“Mmmm, it’s not ice cream, but still fucking tasty.” He hummed and then licked up her inner thighs, working his way back up to her pussy.

“Harry…” she whimpered, reaching back to grab onto his hair and he smiled.

“Fuck yourself on my tongue, baby.” He mumbled and pushed it inside and as weak and tired as she was, her hips had other plans as she ground against his face.

“Oh my god!” She gasped as his fingers came up to her clit and started rubbing, “I’m g-gonna come!” She sobbed and he moaned, the vibrations speeding up her orgasm and with a feeble cry she started to come again and he moaned as he felt her grow wetter and stickier against his mouth. He gradually came to a slow and eventually pulled away, but not before kissing at her right cheek and then her left. Still holding her at the hips, he pulled himself up and slowly turned her around. She was blissed out and shaking and hazy and Harry smiled at her and she returned it weakly.

“You’re trying to kill me.” She exhaled.

“Sorry baby, was that too much? Should I have stopped?” He asked with a frown.

“No, it was incredible I’ve never… that’s never happened to me before.” She said, “Thought I couldn’t handle it, but I liked it a lot.”

“Did you really?” He asked her and she nodded, “It felt like…I don’t know, like I’ve always wanted to feel that out of control and at someone’s mercy, I guess?” She said and he listened to her, “I just don’t think I ever trusted anyone enough to actually just let them do what they wanted. I did like it though, makes me feel like you can’t control yourself around me. Like I drive you wild. Makes me feel how I feel when I’m around you.” She admitted and he smirked.

“Oh baby, s’because I do feel all of those things about you. I feel like I’m running about ten degrees hotter than everyone else when you’re nearby. I feel like I just can’t contain myself around you. I could fuck you like that more often if you want?”

“Yes. As much as you want.” She said quickly and he chuckled.

“Eager little thing. We’ll see how you’re feeling tomorrow.” He hummed and she giggled and agreed, “Let me help you get these on.” He said reaching down to pull her panties and jeans back on, “They’re a little damp.” He said and she shrugged.

“Oh well.” She hummed and he helped her into the car. He then went around and started it up as he checked his watch, barely making out the numbers reading 9:15.

“We might be a little late.” He said to her.

“It’s OK, they won’t mind.” She assured and he smiled at her before leaning in and grabbing her face gently.

“I forgot to ask, do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked her with a hopeful smile and she glanced up and hummed pensively, “Really? After what just transpired between us?” He asked with a tone of mock offense and she giggled.

“Of course I do.” She responded before their lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Good.” He hummed into her lips with a smile.

After that they made the drive to her home and made some plans for the weekend. Something quiet and intimate because there were so many things he wanted to know about her and he didn’t want anything to distract from her. When he dropped her off he walked her up to the door and kissed her briefly on the lips and she assured him that she’d be at the office the following day and then he was heading back to his car. She shared the news of her new relationship with Harry and then headed off to get ready for bed and it felt divine to just fall into her bed and she exhaled slowly and smiled up at the ceiling.

Y/N’s mind was slowing down as she started to doze off when she started feeling it. It was a good kind of ache. There was a steady pulse of dull pain that had her full attention. It wasn’t just external, but deep inside of her as well, right on that spot where Harry’s cock was pounding into her. She smiled because it was that kind of ache that you had to work hard for. The kind of ache that made you feel like you had accomplished something. And boy had they accomplished plenty. All that she knew was that she liked the feeling and she couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him that she liked it. She like it a lot.

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I thought I was the only one who saw Tedstina for what it was (GAY). I mean ‘I’m in love with her?’ Come. ON. They had so many moments where they should’ve kissed! In my mind they would’ve worked better than half the couples on the show idk. Also you just made me want to go look up fic for them so thank you lol

YOURE SO RIGHT FOR THIS and we love to see another tedstina shipper!!!!! i've literally been looking up tiktok edits of them and they've been making me want to write something💀💀

dude. dude. i must rec you my all time favorite tedstina fic: you're all that i really want by makemelovely.

my god. i am so obsessed with this fic bc it captures their dynamic in ways that i cannot explain its just so. my god. op is so right teddy falls for her so fast. and cristina thinks her crush is just a surgical crush. anyway.

#i hope you enjoy this fic if you haven't read it already!!!! it made me sit back and contemplate my life choices a few times #asking jo #anon #tedstina #tedddy altman #cristina yang #grey's anatomy

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Coquet, Part 3 | JJK

Coquet, Part 3

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; awkward family dynamic; some anxiety; alcohol consumption; mom drinks excessively; public embarrassment; sassy Jimin; A LOT of sexual tension; vulnerable confessions; emotional outbursts; very touchy-feely JK; brunch-appropriate kissing

Word count: 5.3K+ words

A/N: Sorry to keep you all waiting! I had to finish a deadline for next week and my other series is shaping up to be super complex (please still look forward to it!!). Also have a shit-ton of work UGGHHH

Anyway--more tension for these two. Thank you to my lovely betas--who practically yelled at me for edging them with this update! But they are both in agreement that Jungkook is the most desirable man in the room. And with that, please enjoy!

“Okay. Once again, from the top…but with feeling!”

You snorted into the phone as Cristina badgered you for more details about your ‘date.’ Before you respond, you look back from where you stood. You were at your private balcony, which had French doors that led back into the bedroom. The bathroom door was still shut, meaning Jungkook was still taking his time grooming himself.

You woke at least a full hour before he did and caught a glimpse of him under the covers on the couch. He was out cold, snoring a bit loudly but you didn’t mind–at least he looked adorable.

You took it upon yourself to request for coffee and tea to be brought up to your room before you headed out to tackle the day’s activities.

You showered quickly, holding off on washing your hair on account of the bathhouse day trip. By the time you finished with a no-frills hairstyle and light makeup, Jungkook was finally up. His eyes were droopy and hair was pointing in every direction. For a moment there, he looked human–instead of the demi-god whose gift lied in the art of seduction.

Lured by the smell of coffee, which he thanked you for, he helps himself to a cup. You watched him take a couple of sips before asking if you still needed to use the bathroom before he took over. He unconsciously brushes his hair back a couple of times. You were distracted for a second until you finally responded that you were all done and that the bathroom was all his.

And just like that, the demi-god was back with a vengeance.

You remained out on the balcony to enjoy the quiet for a few more minutes in your bathrobe, coffee cup resting on the wide concrete handrail. You were looking forward to getting that full body scrub and finishing it with an oil massage to work out all of the knots you’ve built up before your trip.

You stretched the kink in your neck and let out a soft chuckle. “Cris,” you said with a slight hint of exasperation, “I am not going to go through every freaking detail. I gave you the highlights!”

“Which means practically nothing! Come ooonnn,” she whined. “Let me live vicariously through you!”

You laughed into the phone and acquiesced.

“Okay so–you say he’s quote-unquote, ‘hot’--but like, how hot are we talking here?” She prods.

You blew out a breath checking that the coast was still clear then turned back around at the view of the courtyard. “Honestly,” you lowered your voice, “If I didn’t drop all that money, I would have dropped my panties already. ”

Cristina’s high-pitched scream made you pull the phone away from your ear. She sounded like she was either summoning animals or a demon. You weren’t sure.

“Hey.”

His greeting startles you as he pokes his head out through the doors. He was already dressed in his pants, his button-down draped on him, without an undershirt.

You jumped and pulled your phone back closer, eardrums be damned–scrambling to sign off, as if you were caught red-handed. “Cristina, I have to go. I’ll call you later,” you say in a rush.

“No-no-no! Bitch, don’t you dare hang—“ You end the call, making a mental note to text her later.

“There you are…I was wondering where you went.”

You gave him a tight smile then his unbuttoned shirt catches your eye. “Uhm…is that what you’re wearing to brunch?” You point at it quizzically.

His eyebrows lifted then shifted back to his shirt. “Yes, why? Is that a problem? I mean, I’d button it up, obviously,” he jokes.

You rolled your eyes. “Well–obviously!”

His nimble fingers start to work on the buttons to close up his shirt. You tried not to be distracted by it.

“I was only referring to the color…” You walked past him and back into the room to retrieve the dress that you kept in one of your garment bags to unzip the front, showing it to him.

“The dress that I planned to wear is the same color–and shade, even,” you began awkwardly.

"And that's a problem because?"

You clicked your teeth. “I just didn’t want us to be one of those couples who do the whole cheesy, matchy-matchy thing–”

“You think they’ll think we’re trying too hard,” he remarks.

In so many words. “Well…I only thought that–”

“Can I give you some advice?”

“What’s that?”

“If you look people in the eye, they won’t care about what you’re wearing,” he says. “Trust me on that!”

You looked him in the eye for a few seconds–trying to get a read on him. After a moment, you nodded eventually then stepped into the bathroom to put on the dress.

“So–just to remind you of everything going on this week…” You left the bathroom door cracked open to continue running down the list of pre-wedding activities.

You hung your robe on the hook that was behind the door and took the dress off the hanger.

“Today’s Day 2, which is brunch–then we’re spending a day at the bathhouse afterwards. Most of us will stay in our own areas but we can always reconvene at the coed rooms–if you want. And then tomorrow, we’re splitting off for bachelor and bachelorette parties.” You stepped into the dress and pulled it upwards and threaded your arms through the straps.

“Then the day after that, Jennie asked if we could join her and Tae for a wedding dance class.” You tried reaching for the zipper in the back but it was far too deep for you to reach so you didn’t have much of a choice but ask Jungkook to help you.

You stepped out of the bathroom to find him sitting on one of the chairs, already fully dressed. “She said that he was feeling a bit stressed about it since it’s literally two days before the wedding so I just said ‘yes.’ I-I don’t know if you’re comfortable with me volunteering–”

“I’m cool with dancing,” he says with a knowing smile.

You quietly wondered if dancing was one of his other special skills that he’s had to learn in his line of work.

“Did you need some help with that?” He motions at your dress. Apparently a mind-reader, too.

“Uhm–yeah. C-could you zip me up?” You gesture at your back.

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” you said meekly before turning around.

You hear him walk up behind you and feel him pull the dress taut around you. You feel the zipper making its way up your back, the skin on his forefinger brushing up your spine briefly.

When it came time to secure the hook and eye closure at the top, the hairs at the base of your nape stood, as both his thumbs and forefingers caressed the sensitive skin.

You cleared your throat to disguise the moan threatening to escape your mouth and pulled away too quickly to turn around. You mouth some form of gratitude to him before walking over to the closet to retrieve your shoes.

“Anyway, where was I?”

“Dance class, I believe,” he answers as he sits at the edge of the bed.

“Ah! Thank you. So after dance class, we’re doing a day at the beach. We’re doing some games…there might be a bonfire and s’mores. Very chill. Day 5 is rehearsal day. A run-through at the chapel in the morning and then Tae wanted to do karaoke night–” You look at him tentatively.

He chuckled. “It’s okay, keep going. I’m up for anything,” he says.

For a moment, you thought about what other clients have made him do during their time with him. Did he always have a packed itinerary or was it pretty chill? “And then Day 6 is wedding day…day after that, brunch in the morning and then most people are expected to check out around 2.”

“Alright,” he says matter-of-factly.

“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?” You ask him.

“Do you want me to protest?” He asks sarcastically.

“Sorry, I—“ You stop once he gives you a stern look. A wordless reminder of last night’s conversation.

You shook your head to gather your thoughts better. “I know there’s a lot going on–and frankly, I have no idea why Tae and Jennie wanted to pack in all of these activities in a single week.”

He shrugs. “My money is on the fact that there were a bunch of people who came from out of town and maybe they just want to experience as much as they can with their family and friends.”

“Did–” you bit your lower lip in slight hesitation but your innate curiosity just could not be contained. “Did you have to do a variety of activities…you know…with other clients?”

His eyebrows lifted.

Realizing that this was probably a very invasive question for him, you start to retreat. “I mean–y-you don’t have to answer that. Ignore me, I was just being nosey–”

“I’m comfortable answering. It’s not like I’m naming names,” he says softly.

He relaxes, leaning back on the mattress slightly, balancing his weight on his hands. “It all depends on the event. I’ve done movie premieres, charity galas that last a few hours–to trips where somebody just wanted arm candy while they went shopping around Europe–five countries within three weeks. And then–there are clients who…hire me not to do anything.”

That piqued your curiosity even further. “What do you mean? They pay you to do nothing at all?”

He puckered his lips playfully and shook his head. “Yep…nothing at all. Sometimes, they just want somebody there…to talk to or share a space with them because they don’t want to be alone.”

Somehow, that made you sad to think that someone would pay for companionship–not for anything sexual but just a warm body…a presence.

“Any more questions, Miss YN?”

You narrowed your eyes, thinking of asking one more that was on the tip of your tongue. “What’s the most unusual booking you’ve had?”

“A funeral.” He says matter-of-factly, which makes you gasp.

Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “For real? An escort at a funeral,” you scoffed. “Someone’s dead!” You were incredulous.

“Exactly! Imagine going through all that alone.” He says in all seriousness.

Okay, now you felt bad. “Hm. Do you typically do weddings?”

He laughed softly then sat up straight, shaking his head. “Nope. I don’t usually do weddings. You’re my first.”

Your brows knit in renewed interest but before you could pry further, your phone goes off in the bathroom where you left it. It was your mom, asking how much longer you and Jungkook would be before you joined them downstairs since shuttles were all waiting to board guests.

You let out a growl after hanging up. You walk out to rejoin Jungkook and see him slipping his jacket on.

You took a deep breath while you put your earrings on and checked your makeup one last time. “Okay, I know we have a lot going on but would you feel more comfortable if we tried to practice a couple scenarios for Q&A or–”

“Look, I really don’t think it will benefit our arrangement if we pre-plan these things. It’s going to come off too rehearsed. The point is, we understand what we need to do. As long as we keep the basics of this relationship intact, we’ll get through the week.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you said as you fussed with your hair a bit more in the mirror that was close to the entryway.

He walks up to you until he is right behind you. You stare at him through his reflection–his mouth way too close to your ear.

“The important thing to remember is not to overthink. I know that you probably do that on a daily basis at your job because you’re required to do it—picturing every scenario, having an answer for all possible questions.”

Maybe you should have pegged Jungkook to be a shrink or a motivational speaker instead. He seemed to know all of the right words to calm somebody on the verge of a panic attack.

You tried to explain. “I was merely suggesting because I worried that if we were to split off during the week and—I don’t know—“

“YN.” Your name coming from his mouth sounds like a mantra. Like a mallet hitting a singing bowl…the echoes swirling around the brass rim, washing over you like a calming energy.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it,” he says, tucking a couple of strands that you missed behind your ear.

You turn your head slightly to look up at him mouthing a thank-you.

“Ready to go?” He asks.

You inhale through your teeth. “As I’ll ever be.”

******

You make your way down to the lobby, hand in hand, where you find most of your family and guests are gathered, right in time for shuttles to arrive to bring you to the restaurant for brunch.

When you arrive, one long banquet table has been set up in the middle of the room, presumably for the family and wedding party, then surrounded by smaller tables for other relatives and guests.

Mimosas were available at a bar that was set up in the corner of the room and not served tableside, much to your delight. But if you knew your mother well, she’d have already requested a pitcher of it next to her place setting.

The buffet line was mostly uneventful as your aunt, Jimin and Mindi’s mom, had already monopolized the conversation with the other nosey aunts and cousins. She had the gift of gab, that one.

Auntie Dahlia was your second mom. When your mom worked long hours, she picked you and Taehyung up from school, took you back to her home and fed you dinner.

However, Auntie Dahlia couldn’t corral all of the nosey family members. A middle-aged second cousin asked how you were doing. She followed it with a whole head tilt and a forced, toothless smile while you waited for your slices of toast to be ready.

Right on point, Jungkook saves you by introducing himself to said cousin, who then gets all flustered, giving you time to retrieve the rest of your food so you could make a quick getaway with him.

“Do you get that knee-jerk reaction every time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Women take one look at your face and their brains short-circuit,” you say dryly.

“Well…I can’t really change my face so…” he trailed off.

“Fair point,” You snorted and shook your head as you both returned to your seats.

******

“As soon as I dug the ring out of the sand, I swear–I thought this rogue wave was going to take us along with it,” Taehyung said in between a collective roar of laughs from around the table.

He never got tired of telling his and Jennie’s engagement story. They had a whirlwind romance–which, by all accounts, everybody but Taehyung and Jennie–seemed to predict. They were endgame, plain and simple.

They tiptoed around each other for a long time. After your parents married, you and your mom moved to Taehyung’s neighborhood where Jennie was the girl next door…literally.

It was also by sheer happenstance that your cousins Jimin and Mindi lived in the area as well so it didn’t take you long to get acclimated with your new surroundings.

And Haru…he lived right down the street. He and Taehyung have been friends longer than you have been siblings.

When Haru ended things, you didn’t make Taehyung choose. He and Haru were like brothers. And you thought it would be incredibly selfish of you to put Taehyung in that position. So instead, you made the decision for him and moved away.

“Right, and you didn’t think I was risking my life, too, by trying to take a cellphone video behind the rocks?” Haru chimed in.

You hear Jimin let out an exaggerated snort. He was seated across from you, rolling his eyes at Haru’s story.

“Would you like another mimosa?” Jungkook asks you.

Jimin’s eyes shift in your direction.

“Yes, please. Thank you,” you reply.

He gets up from his seat but not before you tilt your chin up, offering your lips to him. His eyebrow quirks and without hesitation, bends down to take your mouth. You parted your lips and moved them against his—just to give it that little extra heat while still keeping it brunch-appropriate.

He smiles when he pulls away from you, noting how quickly you picked up your conversation from last night.

“I’ll be back,” he says.

“I’ll try not to miss you too much,” you replied. You see him stifle a smile before he turns to walk towards the bar.

“Actually, I’m a bit parched, too,” Jimin coughs while getting up from his seat and walking towards the same direction Jungkook headed to.

You also note that Jimin still had a full glass of mimosa where he sat.

“So–”

You whip your head around to see Mindi sidling up to you. “How come you’ve never mentioned this guy before?”

You lifted a shoulder. “It’s only been a couple of months. I didn’t want to jump the gun.”

“Mm-hm. You know Jimin-oppa is keeping a close eye on him, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “I really don’t know why. He doesn't need to do all that,” you glance over to the bar and see Jimin already striking up a conversation with Jungkook.

******

“Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Yep, like a baby,” Jungkook responds to Jimin with a smile.

He leans over the bar after giving the bartender his order, then turns back to Jungkook again. “Have you and YN been together long?”

“We’ve been seeing each other for a few months now,” He says confidently, squaring his shoulders while resting his forearm on the bar surface, holding a small bill between his middle and forefinger for tipping.

“Few months, huh,” Jimin repeats. “And you think it’s serious enough to the point where you’d fly across the country with her for a wedding?”

“It’s not just any wedding. I know how special her brother is to her.”

“Right. So you two are serious then?”

“What can I say? The moment we met, we just felt a deep connection to each other. In that short amount of time, we built up enough trust between us that she thought it would be the perfect time to meet her family.” He mouths a thank-you to the bartender when he delivers his order and slides the bill towards him.

“Hm. And has she met yours?”

“I was planning on it when we got back. My parents often vacation abroad. They’re enjoying their retirement,” he says casually.

“How convenient,” Jimin says as he nods his head in gratitude when his drink order arrives.

Jungkook chuckles softly but keeps his tone serious and sincere. “Look, I know that you have your reservations about me and I completely understand that. She was hurt,” he paused to glance at Haru from afar. “And you’re looking out for her best interests, I get it.”

He then turns back to look Jimin in the eye. “I just ask that you get to know me first. If you ask me, in the short interactions I’ve had with your family, I can see where she gets her spirit. When I met her, she seemed really unsure of herself. She glossed over what happened but didn’t get into details. As we got to talking and hanging out more, I could feel traces of her old self come to the forefront.”

Jimin pursed his lips for a few seconds, then sighs. “She was hurt pretty badly. Honestly, if it weren’t for her, a certain somebody wouldn’t even be here.”

Jungkook nods. “I get it.”

“YN…she loves hard. She’s always been that way since we were kids. It’s all or nothing. Which is why,” he paused to take a sip of his drink, “It’s even worse when she gets hurt.” Jimin turned his gaze towards Jungkook, who stared back at him.

“Taehyung...he was just caught in the middle. That’s his friend. She only wants to protect her brother, to the point where she decides to put a whole country in between her and her family. I know how difficult it must have been for her to fly back only to see him again. And he’s sitting there as if he wasn’t a complete fuckup.” Jimin says bitterly.

“So, I hope you’ll forgive me if I haven’t given you a warm and fuzzy welcome.”

Jungkook nods in earnest. “I had no expectations for myself. I'm here to support her, that's all. And all I want is for her to gain her confidence back.”

Jimin looks at him skeptically. “Really? That’s all you want?”

“Precisely,” he says as he picks up the glasses, getting ready to walk and rejoin the party.

“And you’re not at all threatened by the fact that her ex is here? The ex whom she loved for years?”

“On the contrary, I’m glad he’s here. Then I can really show him how YN is supposed to be treated.”

Jimin grins triumphantly. “Alright. I think we found some common ground.” He pats Jungkook on the shoulder as they walk back to the table.

******

“You know he would have totally fucked up Haru, right? Actually, scratch that–I would have kicked his ass, too,” she corrected herself.

“Mindi,” you said with a cautioning tone. “That’s over and done with. Besides,” your eyes flick over to where Haru sat–in the far corner of the table, next to Taehyung. “He seems to be doing okay.”

Mindi follows your line of sight and scoffs in disgust.

“Do you know if he has a date showing up for the wedding?”

She widens her eyes at you. “Unnie, please,” she says in a hushed tone. “Why waste your time on that asshole when you have Mr. Perfect over there waiting on you, hand and foot,” she says as you both turn your attention to Jungkook, who is now making his way back holding his drink and yours. When he meets your gaze, he puckers his lips a little and gives you a little wink.

“Oh god,” Mindi breathes out. “I think I just came.”

You gasped at her as Jungkook closed in, setting the glass next to you and taking his seat.

“Did you miss me?”

Your lips playfully twisted at the corner of your mouth. “Hmm–I don’t know. Did I?”

“What did we say? Honesty, right?” He whispers.

He takes you by surprise by cupping your jaw and planting another kiss on your lips. The difference was that this felt more lush than the one earlier. He pressed his mouth closer to yours and you returned his fervor–stopping just short of sliding his tongue into your mouth. When he pulls away, you feel a mad fluttering in your belly.

“Seriously–you guys are going to make me throw up,” Jimin says. “And I really don’t want to do that because we have a really nice spread today and I want to savor every dish!”

You were only pulled out of your haze when you saw Jungkook’s eyes flick past you. It took you a second but you realized what he had done.

“Did he see?” You ask under your breath so that only he could hear.

He hummed, affirming your suspicions.

“And?”

“See for yourself,” he says.

You peer up slightly, looking down where Haru sat–where he was throwing Jungkook a death stare. You turn your head back towards him and giggle.

Moments later, a glass clinks noisily–and you turn to see your mother getting up while she repeatedly taps her knife against her crystalware.

“Everyone, before we all disperse for the day’s activities, I’d like to make a toast,” she began. The room falls silent, turning their attention to her.

“Oh boy,” cringed under your breath.

“I just wanted to thank all of you for coming today,” she says, turning to acknowledge all of the tables where family and friends are seated.

“To my bonus son, Taehyung…we’re so happy that you found love, darling. Jennie–thank you for falling in love with the boy next door.”

Jennie and Taehyung beam at each other–he raises her hand up to his lips, which was already interlocked with his, and kisses it.

“You know, it’s funny, we always thought that YN would be married first–”

Your breath got caught in your throat at the sound of that.

“She just always seemed so popular with the boys at school and in fact, in case some of you were unaware, we came really close to that–but uh…that really didn’t work out as we hoped.”

You felt Mindi’s hand squeeze your hand under the table for reassurance and saw Jimin from your peripheral.

You feel Jungkook’s hand rest at the base of your nape, the pad of his thumb brushing the skin gently…back and forth. You focused on the contact. It helped drown out your mom’s mortifying speech.

“And luckily,” she chuckled, “We were able to get the deposit back and so…here we are again–”

“What she means is—“ Taehyung gets up from his seat, cutting her off. “Jennie and I are both happy to have everyone whom we love and care about in this room and we’re excited that you can participate in this week's pre-wedding activities, which my fiancée so meticulously planned,” he beams at her again.

“So with that, a toast—to all of us here,” he holds up his glass, and everyone mimics his action.

“A toast to the bride and groom!” Jimin yells out eagerly. Mindi cheers at the boys’ attempt at distraction and proceeds to clap.

From a distance, your dad squeezes your mom’s wrist, signaling that she’s said enough. “That’s right, to the bride and groom,” raising his glass as he echoes Jimin, while your mom takes her seat.

Everyone in the room gives a resounding, ‘hear, hear,’ as they raise their glasses and applaud.

******

Safe to say that you were uncomfortable for the rest of brunch and dead-silent on the ride back to the hotel. Jungkook gave you some space until you entered your room.

He hears you sniffle quietly as you reach the far corner of the room, to change out of your brunch outfit and into something more comfortable in preparation for the bathhouse trip–to relax.

The irony wasn’t lost on you. You were so wound up from your mom’s drunken speech that you didn’t care that you had started to undress in front of him.

You didn’t even mind that you had to stretch and contort your shoulders awkwardly so that your arm could reach all the way back to pull your zipper down. Once you did, you stepped out of your dress like it was nothing. You picked it up and tossed it into the laundry bag that you kept in the closet with the rest of your clothes that you had worn yesterday.

You then walked towards the dresser next to it and dug out a pair of leggings, a shirt, and a hoodie.

“Are you alright?” He asked while you pulled your bottoms on.

After you snapped the elastic waistband against your abdomen, you paused at his question. Staying rooted to your position in just your leggings and a bra on, you took a deep breath.

“I don’t even know why I came here,” you said quietly. “I thought I could handle this but…” you trailed off, hanging your head while gripping the lip of the ornate dresser.

He stepped closer, feeling you shrinking again. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking,” he coaxes softly.

You threw your head back, chuckling bitterly. “I think it was foolish of me to assume that I could come here and show people that I was doing just fine. That I wasn’t that scared girl who booked a one-way flight over a year ago because she couldn’t rationalize why the man she’d been with for years and was due to marry–suddenly decided to tell her that he didn’t love her anymore.” Your shaky hands flew to your mouth and slowly curled into a fist. You were angry and frustrated at how all that progress you made–only for you to be yanked back in with a single comment.

“Close your eyes.”

Your neck jerked and you looked up at him. “W-what?” You were completely puzzled.

“I said, close your eyes,” he repeated as he closed in further, pressing you softly against the dresser…caging you.

“I won’t try anything funny–” he assures you. “Just…close your eyes,” he went on, his voice turning low and husky now.

You followed the command. Almost instantly, you became sharply aware of his weight pressing up against your abdomen. It was too late to protest after it occurred to you that you paused getting dressed to let out your frustration.

Anyway, if he did try anything weird, you could always knee him in the nuts.

You took a deep breath, then you felt him stroke your forehead…slowly caressing the side of your cheek, and finally cupping your jaw gently with both hands.

“Focus on my voice,” he says.

You nodded, lips parted, breathing sped up. Goosebumps swept up your arms as the warm breath that he expelled brushed the swell of your breasts.

“Relax. You’re safe with me.” Oddly, his current proximity to you should have been anything but relaxing. But you focused on his rhythmic breathing and unbelievably mellow tone.

“I see you for who you are–and you’re beautiful.” He kept his voice low and even. Soothing…consoling.

You swallow hard when you feel his fingers brush the underside of your jawline. But his touch sought to assuage, not arouse.

“People consider themselves lucky to be loved by you. And anybody who chooses to walk away from that–is worse off without it.”

He loosened his hold on your jaw and you released a deep breath. A calm washes over you.

You open your eyes slowly, your vision coming to focus only to find him staring intently at you. His nose was practically touching yours. He was so close to you that you see the slightest hint of his jaw ticking, shortly the sound of him swallowing. All the while, his fingertips skims your throat for a brief moment. His eyelashes flickered as he blinked rapidly, finally withdrawing his hand.

“Feeling better?” he rasped.

After a beat, you responded, “Holy shit,” you choked out. “You’re worth every penny.”

His brows furrowed a little but his lips curved into a smile, seemingly satisfied with his tactics.

Stepping back, he quickly turns around and retrieves loungewear from the edge of the bed then starts towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna go get changed–in case they start looking for us, you know.”

“S-sure. And…th-thank you for that,” you tell him. He looks over his shoulder, nodding curtly and continues into the bathroom, shutting the door, while leaving you to get your bearings.

You grabbed your t-shirt and hoodie, relieved that he retreated to the bathroom. And thank fuck you had a padded bra on because your hardened nipples and moist panties already had other ideas.

******

While in the bathroom, Jungkook’s hands are splayed on the counter as he calms his ragged breaths. He hoped that you were too distracted to notice.

His business thrived off women’s vulnerabilities. But he never manipulated them–instead, he used it to help them gain confidence. It was a successful ‘technique’ that he had practiced for years–just the right amount of honesty and sincerity while still keeping his true self locked away.

Which is why he was completely puzzled as to why he felt so affected by you all of a sudden. You were just another client. His words: a simple business transaction. He shook his head, chalking it up to the fact that he hadn’t booked any clients in a while.

He turns a knob on the sink and splashes some cold water on his face then stares at his reflection in the mirror. Seconds later, his eyes then travel down to his pants–which were thankfully dark to hide the fact that he was sporting a hardon.

“Fuck,” his mouth twists wryly.

Guess he might need to go all the way and splash cold water all over his body before you both headed out.

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