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sigalrm · 7 months
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Fountain of Friendship between Peoples by Pascal Volk
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gothicflowers · 1 month
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Alejandro x F!Reader
“You’re in for a long night”
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Wrote for the #amoraalejandro challenge. First time actually doing something like this! Challenge by @glitterypirateduck
Warnings: Some NSFW towards the end, anxiety, body image issues. insecurity, bullying, hyperfemininity, trad wife ideation
Another after successful mission the Los Vaquero gathered at the base. Bottles and beers in every hand. You sat quietly at the table while your friend who was quite the people person gathered a crowd around her while she shared stories.
Things had been odd between your best friend and you. She was on the same Los vaquero task team as you. She started getting snippy and distant towards you. Criticizing your appearance, how you spoke. It never seemed to end. Your best friend you met on the school playground started feeling like a stranger. And here she was infront of a group of soldiers telling one of your most guarded secrets. You never thought your friendship would end like this.
“I mean look at her she can’t even get a boyfriend because she’s so anxious and awkward” she said turning and laughing at you. All the soldiers joined in the laughter. It was horrifying.
Your heartbeat was starting to drown out the laughter and voices. Your throat felt like it was closing in. Tears started pricking your eyes as you scanned the room looking for the exit. And the one man you didn’t want to hear the things she said stood shocked behind you. Alejandro. You both made eye contact but you quickly ripped your eyes away and speeded out the door.
You could hear Alejandro call after you but every fiber of your being was telling you to run. Run from her, run from them, run from the anxiety of not being good enough for someone, run from him.
Unsure of how long you’d been walking your subconscious led you to a place you considered peaceful. You found yourself at the old fountain in the town square. A marvelous sculpture of a man on this knees clinging to a beautiful woman. Her hand lying on his cheek. You never understood why people appreciate art so much until the day you seen it.
To be loved by a man was something you always desired. But for a mans love to no longer be just love, but pure devotion. For another soul to long for yours. That was more beautiful than all the roses in the world. But it’s something you know isn’t in the books for you.
You didn’t have the traditional beauty. No long blonde hair, no toned supermodel legs, breasts that you didn’t think complimented your figure. You had a unique style that few would appreciate without judgment.
You tried many times to gain the attention of men you admired but you never seemed to be what they wanted. Until one day your trusted captain told you the hardest truth you’d ever hear.
“The men you had even been interested in seen you as one of them, a man. You are your mother’s least favorite daughter and your father’s strongest son. You’re a kind person with a heart of gold and deserve the world, but most men are to ignorant to past the job. Weak minded men can’t handle a strong woman such as yourself. But don’t give up little one, there’s a man that will appreciate all these things about you. He just hasn’t found you yet.”
It was true. Nobody ever wanted to see the woman that laid behind the bulletproof vest and gun. Femininity wasn’t going to win wars so through the years the girl in sundresses and lipstick slowly disappeared much to your dismay. You couldn’t shake the feeling of looking at a stranger in the mirror. The woman who looked back at you was someone else, a woman who lost herself trying to prove she was enough.
You sat on the edge of the fountain looking at all the coins lying at the bottom of the water gracefully reflecting the light from the full moon. The few wind chimes hung around the square gently chimed while the peaceful water flowed at the fountain. It was the most peace you’d had to yourself in the years since joining Los Vaqueros.
After a while the anxiety subsided and the tears had dried. But the familiar feeling of emptiness remained. And the new feeling of betrayal of someone who you considered family. It stung knowing how easy it was for her to turn your secrets into late night entertainment for others. And in front of a man you deeply admired and had feelings for.
That brief moment your eyes locked before you ran out felt like forever. He looked shocked, disgusted even. You could only imagine what his opinion of you was like now.
You never talked to your friend about Alejandro, she would have told you he was a pipe dream. Someone like yourself could never charm a man like him. He always had women swooning over him. Who wouldn’t go after a tall, dark, handsome, funny man. Oly enough what attracted you the most about him was his ability a dominant leader who seen his men not as soldiers but as family. Rough callous hands that you’d dream about holding you tight.
You spent many late nights talking with him about everything under sun. He didn’t just listen, but he remembered things about you. How you make your coffee, your favorite flowers. But you know you’ll never belong to him.
“You didn’t deserve that” Alejandro’s voice pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Alejandro… what are you doing here”
“Well someone important to me was being embarrassed by a friend, had to go looking for her because she wasn’t in her normal hiding spots so I got worried. I don’t like seeing her upset. Looks like I found her though.”
“You really didn’t have to come after me, you should be back there celebrating with the others.”
“Not when I know your hurting mi ángel”
“Can’t say anything she said was a lie though. I trusted her with all of my secrets, even though I’m done with our friendship I’ll still never tell hers.”
“You truly are a beautiful soul amor”
“What do you mean?”
“Most people would be quick for revenge. Even after she clearly hurt you, you chose to keep her secrets. Because you know what it’s like to hurt.” He sat down next to you. You felt small next to him, and your senses were filled with the sent of his cologne. It was comforting though, but you knew you couldn’t get close to him. Don’t let what could be break your heart.
“It’s a weird feeling though, when I lost my family to the cartel I only had her. Never thought my only friend, my family, would do that to me.” A deep sigh left your chest as you stared down at your hands.
Unknowingly to you Alejandro was looking down at you with eyes that would make a woman weak. He hated that everyone isolated you. How could they? And how dare that bitch for making you cry. Few things on this earth could make his heart break, the way seeing you upset made him feel almost helpless.
“She doesn’t look at you like a friend. Whoever she was to you before, I don’t think that girl is there anymore. Behind your back she’s jealous of you. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve had her captain reprimand her for her behavior.”
“Really?” Had he really been seeing how your friendship had changed?
“Si, last month Rudy caught her using your pin to unlock the ammunition room. Last week she put bleach in the washer thinking it was your clothes, they were mine though. She tried telling me you had been selling secrets, of course I didn’t believe her. There’s something about you that she can’t become herself, so she’s been trying her hardest to keep you down.”
“I don’t see how she could be jealous of me. I mean she’s everything that I can’t seem to be”
“What you mean” you look up at him almost confused. His eyes look lost in your words, like there’s something about you that you can’t see.
“She’s attractive, always has guys falling at her feet. Confidence like no other. And everyone loves her. But me… I put on this uniform and I’m unrecognizable to myself. I’m not attractive. I can’t talk to a man to save my life, and I’m not confident enough to do anything about it.“
“You’re talking to me, no?” He playfully leaned against you, a stubble nudge.
“Oh Alejandro” you giggle looking up at him. He was smiling down at you making you blush and look back down at your hands.
“You know… the first time I saw you… you had on a long sundress that looked beautiful against your skin. Your hair was perfectly done and your lips a shade of pink that made your eyes shine. You were helping an old lady carry her groceries home because her cart broke. I so badly wanted to introduce myself to you. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But we were tailing a possible suspect and I couldn’t leave my men.”
“Ale-“
“Since that day I regretted not introducing myself. Then a month or so later Rudy introduces you as our newest recruit. So shy and sweet. Still as beautiful as the first time I seen you. And every day since you find new ways to make me love you. You’re so strong and skillful, most men train a lifetime to be as good as you. You are always the first to check on someone and the last one to leave. Are you a typical soldier? No. But you are every man’s dream.”
Your cheeks felt burning hot despite the dropping temperature. Suddenly every detail of your appearance felt overwhelming and wrong. There was no way the man that you’ve been secretly in love with is speaking about you like this. Maybe this was all a dream. A lovely but impossible dream.
“I don’t think I’m any man’s dream. Everyone sees me as if I’m a man. I can’t even count the times I’ve been rejected. All men ever see is the girl with the gun. Not the girl that would rather be in a dress and tending to flowers in a garden, a house with a porch swing, cooking dinners and chasing after a kid.”
Alejandro stands up and offers you a hand. You put your delicate hand in his and are standing face to face with him. His eyes shined with a look that nobody had ever looked at you with before. What is admiration? Love? Attraction? Pity?
“I think there’s someone that wants you to have all of that. The garden, the kids, the house. But he’s just been too afraid of saying something.” His hands held your small hands in his. Bringing them up for a kiss.
“Oh Alejandro don’t give a hopeless romantic like me hope like that” you looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes that he always tried to bring out.
“I can give you everything you’ll ever desire. Princesa, I have loved you from the moment i first seen you. I’m sorry it’s took me this long to tell you.” His tone was serious but soft. Everything he wanted was in front of him it was now or never.
“You… love me?” Your voice could barely escape past your lips. He had stolen the breath out from your chest.
“Si” if Alejandro could see his own face he’d smack himself for looking like such a smiling dork.
“But what if I’m not-“
“Do I need to prove my love, my devotion to you mi amor? I will do anything you ask me to.”
There’s that word. Devotion. For a man to say he loves you is almost as easy as lying. But for a man to admit devotion is different. A willingness to walk eternity on thorns barefoot, to burn at the stake, to carve your name into his chest. Devotion.
Alejandro could see the see the hesitation in your eyes. He didn’t want you to have to question his intentions, or yourself. When you looked back up at him there was a glimmer of hope and passion in your eyes, love.
“What if I do this”
His lips kissed yours softly as if asking if it was okay. You leaned into the kiss feeling all your worries melt away. Without realizing your hand made its way to his neck gently. A quiet mix between a moan and grunt rumbled from his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist pulling your bodies flush against each other. His other hand cradling the nape of your neck. Once you both had you fill you separate lips but still cling together in each others warm embrace.
“te amo princesa” his voice deep in desire said to you. His thumb caressing your cheek.
“Te amo Alejandro” your heart was beating so fast your words almost stuttered.
“How does staying the night with me sound? I mean, I know everyone back on the base is probably plastered. And I promise I can make a good breakfast. And I’m sure you’ll enjoy the view.”
“Oh trust me, I’ll enjoy the view wherever we’re at.” Your voice was more seductive than you realized when you took a good look at him up and down.
Alejandro was surprised by your reply, not expecting you be so forward considering your usual shy demeanor. But it made him blush bright red and made his skin hot. And your voice like silk wrapped around his mind. His self control was surely being tested. Every fiber of his being wanted to rip your clothes off and claim you as his. To leave love bites along your neck, chest, and thighs. To hear you cry out his name like a prayer as you come undone over and over for him before he even thinks about his own release. And for any man that glances at you to know you’re worshiped and adored. He finally had you, pure perfection. But he didn’t want to rush and scare you away by trying to immediately bed you.
“princesa you have no clue what your words can do to a man.”
“What I was just stating the obvious Alejandro. And to actually answer your question going to your place sounds great.”
After a short walk to his vehicle you arrived at a home just on the outskirts of town overlooking the lights of the city. Alejandro wasn’t wrong about the view, it was beautiful and peaceful. But your mind kept racing back to the feeling of his hand resting on your thigh the ride home. His cologne, the way his shirt collar showed just enough of his chest. You could feel your panties clinging to the slickness of your heat. By the time you both made it through the front door desire took control of both of your bodies.
The Colonel picked you up by the waist, bringing you up against his muscular chest while your legs wrapped wound his hips. “My love” he whispered into your ear as his hands run up your sides, bringing you closer to him. His lips brushing and sucking against your neck peppering toe curling kisses down to your collar bone. His hands made quick work of removing your shirt but leaving on your lace bra.
You couldn’t control the soft moans escaping your lips. Being kissed had never felt so… euphoric.
Alejandro’s hands trail down your back, resting on your hips. “Oh, you like that…” he whispers, his voice deep and husky. He lips showed much needed attention to the other side of your neck, his hands back up, until they rested on your breasts giving them a gentle squeeze.
“You’re such a tease Ale” you gasped out as his sucked down on the spot your back arched at when he passed over moments ago. Showing it extra attention since you liked it so much.
“Please Alejandro”
Alejandro laughs. “Please what? Your words are so sweet... it makes me want hear you beg” He stands tall again looking down at you. “Use your words princesa”
“You know what I want” your lips came up to kiss him but he pulls back just enough that they just barely brush against each other. His large hands undoing your belt and pants pulling them off you.
“That’s still not what I need to hear princesa” You could see the amount of restraint and control he had over himself even though deep down he was losing his mind over the sight of you in just your matching bra and panties.
“Make me yours Alejandro, make all of me yours” you fingers locked into his belt loops pulling his hips in closer into your spread legs.
“As you wish. But I’m not rushing this amor, I’ve waited too long to get to worship you and I’m going to take my time doing so” his voice was raspy with lust. He grabs the back of your head with his hands, running his fingers through your hair. It sends shivers all through you and you pull back slightly, catching your breath, “you looks so perfect in my hands” Alejandro chuckles warmly.
“Take me to bed Ale and fuck me… please”
“Oh mi vida,” Alejandro walks into a bedroom carrying you to a king size bed with silk sheets in the middle. The window casting the moonlight into the room wasn’t enough for him to be able to see every inch of your perfect body. He carries you over to the bed setting you down. He turned over and switched on the bedside lamp. Layed out perfectly on his bed in just your lace lingerie softly caressed by the soft light. The most precious woman he’d ever met was his now, and he is yours. “You’re so beautiful mi amor” his voice dripped desire while his eyes reflected passion and love.
He took off his button up shirt throwing it on the ground. You laid up at pillows propped up on your elbows, watching him at the foot of the bed. You bit your lip finally getting to see his strong arms and shoulders with his bare chest.
“See something you like” his voice ripped you out of your gaze.
“Something I like, something I want” you flirted back. He got onto the bed staying in between your legs. His lips started kissing your inner calf tickling the skin as he brought your leg up to rest on his shoulder. Kissing by your knee he made way up to your thighs leaving kisses and love bites.
He give your thighs one last kiss before he laid down on his stomach with one of your legs still over his shoulder. Your heart beating out of your chest seeing him like this, so close to the most intimate part of you. His lips just close enough to brush over your pantie cover cunt.
“You’re in for a long night mi amor”
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steddiecameraroll · 4 months
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I started this draft before Flight was released so suspend disbelief people. CW dry humping until it’s no longer dry 😏
“Wait,” Steve pushes himself to sit up more on the broken-in couch of Eddie’s new place. “You almost died and have never kissed anyone? Like no one? Not even when you were a little kid? And, I don’t know, a girl named Sarah pulled you behind the drinking fountain and kissed you so fast you weren’t even sure it happened?”
“You’re asking as if it’s from experience, Harrington.” Eddie keeps his head back on the cushion holding the joint loosely between his lips.
“It is, answer the question, Munson.” Steve smacks the back of his hand against Eddie’s thigh.
“This is true, my good sir. These lips have never touched another.” He puckers his mouth making an over exaggerated kissing motion.
Steve’s eyes drag down Eddie’s face landing on the pursed lips. For some reason, they look softer than ever.
“I could,” Steve says before he can think about it.
Eddie tilts his head. “You could what?”
“Kiss you,” he says nonchalantly.
Eddie stares for a moment before chuckling. “You offering up your services? Sure, uh huh.”
Eddie takes another pull from the joint, before offering it back to Steve.
“I’m serious,” Steve takes the offering and places it between his lips. “I would do it, y’know, if you wanted, of course. I’m not gonna make you, or whatever.”
“Sure, why not? Let’s see what all the Harrington hubbub is about. Bring it on big boy.” Eddie opens his arms but keeps his head casually relaxed on the back of the couch acting like he knows Steve isn’t serious.
Steve’s heart rate picks up slightly and now he’s suddenly nervous. What if he doesn’t do a good job? He was offering to help out but now it feels like something he needs to prove to Eddie.
He can do this.
He leans forward to set the joint on the top of an empty Coke can. Then takes a slow deep breath, before pointing his attention to the curly haired man at his side.
Eddie’s smiling wide and wiggling his fingers trying to encourage Steve’s ridiculous notion.
“We doing this or what, Harrington? I’m not getting any younger.”
“Chill out, this is supposed to be special. Your first kiss is something you’ll remember. Not a race to get it over with.” His brows are furrowed in seriousness.
Suddenly his own words smack him in the brain just as he scooches closer to Eddie.
Should this be special? Is it special? Well, it’s… something just because it’s Steve and Eddie but does that make it inherently special? Will Eddie remember this kiss for the rest of his life? Steve’s stomach lurches when he realizes he wants him to.
This probably isn’t the moment to have a panic attack. Steve’s attempting to keep his nervousness at bay but failing by a mile.
Concentrate.
This is about Eddie.
“Ok,” Eddie replies a little quieter while shifting his weight on the couch. “Um, do I need to-um, do anything?”
“No,” Steve says as he slides his right hand under Eddie’s hair and around the man’s neck.
Steve isn’t sure but he thinks he feels a shiver pass through Eddie under his fingertips.
Eddie suddenly pulls back and shoots to his feet, surprising Steve.
“Um, you don’t-we don’t… thanks though. Uh, very cool. I appreciate you…offering.” He shifts uncomfortably on his feet making Steve uneasy.
“Uh, sorry, you weren’t serious. That’s my bad.” He chuckles trying to break the tension. “I guess I was more fucked up than I thought.”
Eddie is still standing and now wringing his hands together.
God, Steve royally fucked this up.
“It’s ok, strong batch this time, I guess. Um,” Eddie’s eyes are darting around the room. “I uh, I think I’m gonna crash. You can…” he awkwardly motions toward the couch. “If you’re too fucked up, um, you can stay here. It’s-it’s fine.”
This has gone terribly wrong and Steve’s afraid their friendship won’t recover. He usually stays on nights like this but it suddenly feels like he’s not welcome.
“No,” Steve stands up and Eddie instinctively steps back. “I’ll go.”
He bites his lip and tries to keep his face as neutral as possible. Eddie nods and lowers his gaze, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m sorry, again, that was stupid. I’m stupid.” He moves around Eddie, leaving a wide amount of space between them, as he heads to the exit.
He stops in front of the door, on the other side of the room, and tries to think of what he could say to fix this. He doesn’t want to leave with this hanging over them.
“I just…” when he turns around to speak Eddie rushes at him, pushing him back against the door, and plants his lips on him firmly.
Steve’s eyes shoot open in shock while Eddie’s fingers curls tight into the front of Steve’s shirt. Eddie’s lips are smashed against Steve’s, moving desperately and awkwardly while Steve stands in still surprise.
Eddie pulls back almost as if his brain realized he’d been kissing Steve. His mouth drops open, and he stares in fear.
Steve can’t help himself and rushes forward meeting Eddie in a desperate clashing of lips. The two men smash their bodies into each other, flinging their arms around one another, while pulling at their clothing like they can’t get close enough.
The rush of realizing Steve’s been wanting to do this for ages causes him to cling to Eddie’s back. They move their lips together on instinct. They’re both breathing hard through their nostrils and making quiet noises like they can’t control themselves.
Eddie suddenly rolls his hips and Steve’s mouth drops open when he feels the hard line of Eddie’s erection rub against him. As Steve’s brain shortens out Eddie dips his tongue into Steve’s mouth and licks around getting his first taste of the man.
Steve needs to touch more, needs to feel Eddie’s skin against his fingertips. He tugs hard at the metal head’s shirt, whining when he can’t get it untucked quickly. He’s absentmindedly grinding his hips against Eddie not realizing how close he’s getting to cumming in his pants.
“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie drags his lips along Steve’s jaw, clinging to his body as they hump each other silly.
Steve drops his head back and gasps when Eddie digs his teeth into the soft expanse of skin behind his ear.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”
“Shiiit,” Eddie whines and Steve feels the rhythmic motion of Eddie’s hips falter.
He knows Eddie is careening toward his own orgasm and that thought alone throws him over the edge. He pushes his hips forward and pulls Eddie in closer. His body tensing up as he spurts over and over into his jeans.
“AH, AH, fuck!”
“Oh god, are you cumming?” Eddie asks just before he thrusts forward and digs his fingers into Steve’s back, meeting Steve with a matching orgasm.
“Uh huh,” Steve’s mouth is open and he can’t think. The pleasure hit him so quickly he thinks he traveled through the space time continuum.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Eddie hunches his back a little and Steve enjoys watching how the pleasure spreads across Eddie’s face.
“God damn it.” Steve sighs as he finally stalls his hips from moving. The fabric of his underwear now sticking to him.
“Oh my god,” Eddie murmurs. “That was… crazy?Stay?”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Steve’s body is tingling as it comes back online.
“Did we? Holy shit.” Eddie sounds flabbergasted. “We should’ve done that a long time ago.”
“We can do it again in 30 minutes. Hopefully with less clothing on.” Steve loosens his grip and hugs Eddie in close.
“Mmmm, naked Steve.” Eddie grunts pleasantly. “Yes, please.”
coffee? ☕️🍩💕
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sun-stricken · 2 months
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Headcannoms about friendship between Bickslow and Gray? I like to think after the fighting festival he really tries to make it up to Gray.
Gray: ‘we’re chill. It’s fine.’
Bickslow: ‘my babies will now perform a dance of apology’
Also a scenario I’d like to share!
Lucy: hey, Gray I picked up your mail. Why do you have a letter from a modelling agency?
Gray: oh that. I don’t know they just keep sending me them even though I’ve told them no.
Lucy: you’ve turned them down repeatedly?! *while crying inside*
Gray: yeah? It’s weird ‘cause I didn’t even apply.
Lucy: Lucy kick!
i for some reason hadn’t considered the idea of them having a close friendship, but i am now so here! a gift !
i had so much fun with this
* my personal hc is that Bickslows dolls feel a lot of what he himself feels, and also theyre kinda like birds
* so they too try to make it up to Gray, they bring him little things they find, such as shiny rocks, pins, and other tiny objects they find
* Bickslow just nods in approval from the sidelines when they bring them to Gray
* They were both fairly awkward with each other post festival but after Bickslow gave Gray an honest apology they began to turn over a new leaf
* people find the friendship strange tbh, Gray is known as this vaguely calm and like, super normal guy, and Bickslow is just— not
* theyre surprisingly comfortable with each other
* they dont hang out a lot outside the guild, but thats not to say they dont ever,
* While they dont work the best together and it took a while be able to fight along side on another,
* If the Thunder Legion and Team Natsu have to pair up usually they do bc they’re comfortable with each other and trust can go a long way
* theyre both texting fiends, like its a problem how much they message their friends, so when they found out the other was the same oh my god was it a train wreck
* their conversations can go for hours and if you read through them youd probably have an aneurysm because the topics make no sense and Bix doesn’t even try to spell correctly
* They have gotten close and friendly but that doesnt mean theu ever know what to expect from the other, their opinions and thoughts are so different from each other, if rhey ever have the same idea its like all the stars and planet’s have aligned and world is about to end
* Bickslows hair is naturally black and Gray helped him dye it once and they deadass looked they walk out the smurf set for weeks, Bix’s bathroom looked like they murdered a hundred of them
* Gray has an affinity for collecting hand weapons (swords, spears, bows, etc) while Bickslow likes taking apart and building old bombs (actual explosive grenades, land mines, smoke/flash grenades)
* they bonded over it and talked about it in public and terrified about 20 people rhat were in earshot
* theyre both a big hit with kids
* Bickslow gets added to the long list of people who barge into Gray house unannounced
* a lot of the time they will talk (coughcomplaincough) about two different things in the same convo
* Bickslow: the cops were at my door again last night because of the inactive grenade i threw in the fountain, woke me up and everything
* Gray: ugh, i hate that, Natsu blew up a building again and Erza yelled at the both of us
* Bickslow: thats so rude, do you think i should make another one and send it to them?
* Gray: totally, she knew it wasnt me but i still got scolded
so happy ppl have realized how pretty Gray is, now we’re gonna talk abt it bc im an overachiever
* Hes been scouted by plenty of different modeling agencies over the years, which really boosted his ego but very quickly became annoying as hell bc he never even applied
* He gets a couple a month, and he accepted once just to get them off his back and found it really embarrassing bc he was everywhere
* his friends in and outside the guild bought the magazines he was featured in and teased him mercilessly and he never stepped foot in another agency ever again
* Hes really photogenic but hates gets his photo taken, most of the pictures hes in ‘willingly’ hes glaring at the camera
* he now just blocks the numbers they call him on and throws out the letter they send him, if they stop him on the street he will walk away before the conversation even starts
* when Lucy found out something inside her died a little
* she pestered him about it and said she’ll go with him! he wont even have to take the money for it! she’ll take it! 😁
* she gets shot down every time but that doesnt mean she quit trying
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loquaciousquark · 8 months
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[Fic] Iron Bound [16/25]
Rating: G Characters/Pairings: Fenris/Hawke, Sebastian Word Count: 5.1k this chapter, ~96k total Summary: Fenris, captain of Starkhaven’s White Guard and the dearest friend of that country’s prince, has arrived in the kingdom of Kirkwall with a retinue of noble-born guards and a carriage brimming with lavish gifts. How else to win over the hearts of a suspicious mountain people who would rather break teeth on stone than accept the prince of Starkhaven stealing away their heir princess?
But stone is all they have in their kitchens lately, and gravel in their quarries and ice in their bitter rivers, and Starkhaven sits abreast the richest lea and moorland south of the Minanter.
And Sebastian Vael, the young prince of that country, needs a wife.
Fenris was not sure if he was dreaming. The white stone path under his feet—that felt real. The afternoon autumn sky filled with scudding clouds—that felt real, too, and the tremble of his hands, and the call of two angry swans in the fountains, and the shout of a groundskeeper after them.
But if the world were real, Sebastian’s words had been real, too, and that seemed impossible. Who was he to be given such things? A slave—nothing—less than nothing, a tool to be fed occasionally between sharpenings. And less even than that, because a slave knew his duty above all else, knew himself nothing without it. Fenris had been running from his master ten years. Even now he had failed in the single task demanded of him by his friendship with Starkhaven’s prince: to leave.
And yet.
Links: FF.net, AO3
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sheep-from-rad · 2 years
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okay but imagine getting isekied (idk) with your best friend SAGAU!reader Is like a total gremlin and like the other bestie is just like you know,the calm one-
PLEASEE. I WOULD LITERALLY BUY JUST TO READ THIS- JUST PLEASEEE
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SAGAU: Calm bestie and leash kid chaotic reader Note: Hello!!! Sorry it took so long for me to answer this one. Requests are open 24/7 as per usual. Warnings: None Masterlist
Chaotic reader and a calm best friend. Do you know that scene in Euphoria where Maddy fights Cassie and then their two friends is like ‘Maddy, NO!’ and the other being ‘BEAT HER UP MADDY! SHE FUCKED YOUR BOYFRIEND!’ That’s how I see things right now I’m sorry. 
The moment you first opened your eyes in Teyvat, the first thing the calm best friend did was to hear the nature first in case something potentially is near and you know what you did? You looked at your best friend and said ‘Grass :D’. And then it went down from there. Calm best friend trying to watch their steps in case you two come across some enemies, went to look around to see where you two are and before they know it, they already lost sight of you and found you having a dance off with hilichurls. 
Nothing and no one is safe from your chaos and by ‘nothing and no one’ I meant nothing and no one. At one point you became close friends with Hu Tao and Xingqiu and oh boy Teyvat is ending. Tourism in Wuwang Hill stopped because someone allegedly witnessed two figures doing bad rituals, acting possessed and throwing talismans at each other. No one knew it was just you and Hu Tao playing Uno. 
Even the Electro Cicin Mage in Wuwang Hill tries her hardest to watch her surroundings because the last time she was doing her job there you lured her deeper in the Hill horror style and gave her a jumpscare. Rumours from other agents that she still has nightmares about it. 
You’re banned in Wanmin kitchen from trying to do the ‘When mom is not at home’ vine with Xiangling herself. Yanfei loves you but the amount of laws you break in one day is enough to fill up a whole book and because of that she has to restrain herself every time she sees you. 
PS. The leash joke was a joke until you stepped foot in Mondstadt. Like you know how those windmills have doors at the very bottom so you can enter and climb the ladder safely? Yeah you tried climbing a windmill except you didn’t use the ladder and climb it like a resinless player. 
One time you smuggled an anemo slime inside Mondstadt and used it as a trampoline. Let’s just say that the water on the fountain diminished to half on that day including minor casualties like a Calvary captain who was innocently passing by and ended up having a shower. 
Tsurumi Island is a no no place to go because the two of you are asked to go there to light candles for spirits but you know what you did? You played fetch with the wolves. The only places that you’re allowed to go in Inazuma are Narukami Island and Watatsumi Island. Why? Because the last time you saw an electro barrier, you tried licking it. 
Characters like Zhongli tries his best to keep himself calm because one Hu Tao is enough and suddenly there’s two of them and the new one is even more troublesome. Amber has to keep watch as well, she loves the chaos but challenging Andrius in a fist fight is not a good idea. One time, your best friend was having tea and talking with Cloud Retainer and then you suddenly went missing. Where did they find you? Napping inside Azhdaha’s domain. 
The friendship between the two of you is often questioned by people around but none of you two cares. Yeah sure you get into trouble a lot and they save you in trouble a lot but at the end of the day, it’s not the chaos or the calm. It’s friendship. 
So what if you’re chaotic? Maybe you’re troublesome but your chaotic curiosity always leads you to knowing your environment and knowing which road is dangerous. You get to see the things first and made sure you get to protect them as well. No harm will fall on your best friend, just like how no harm will go down to you. 
As what Yin and Yang means, in bad there is good. In good there is bad. That is life…but it doesn’t mean you get to run in the morning and scare Timmie’s birds. Poor kid.
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sizzleissues · 8 months
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(hey hey its a fun Alya has a crush on Marinette one-shot)
Alya loved being Marinette’s friend, above all else that’s what she’d prioritise. 
It started on her first day in Paris when she saw her. Alya knew in that moment exactly how her life had been up till that point and exactly how she expected it to go from there. Because that was her up until she moved. A shell resigned to her fate until someone could cast a lifeline.
Marinette stood with her back to her, taking the abuse of some blonde chick she’ll eventually learn the name of and her body was just so defeated. Her shoulders slumped, her head bowed and she just took it. Took, took, took, everything thrown at her and blamed herself for not being able to take more. 
Jumping forward to defend her wasn’t even a question in her mind. Alya happily stepped into the firing line and she’d do it again if given the choice. 
If she feared Marinette had become hollowed after living a half-life, those worries were quickly assuaged. The girl had a fountain of strength she didn’t even know she had, offering her half a slightly squished macaroon and sealing their friendship. Everyday Marinette’s ability to be kind no matter the person astounded her. 
She deserved to be angry. She deserved to rage like Alya had years before but she didn’t. It wasn’t until years later when she asked Marinette about it that she explained. 
“Anger scares the bad and good away. You have to use it sparingly.”
That felt so goddamn wise for a sixteen year old to say. Marinette would always be slightly out of everyone's league even if she felt the total opposite. 
“He’s so sweet, I want to put him in my pocket and pat his head.” Marinette cooed in Adrien’s direction, watching the boys order their coffees. Alya’s sigh turned to a dry laugh as her friend continued heart eyeing the retired model.
Sometimes she hated that she was Marinette’s friend.
Her friend and nothing else. 
“You have to tell him that then.”
“I can’t just say that. It’d be weird.”
“Girl, people have been weirder.”
Marinette sighed and brought her hands to her mouth to try to blow some warmth in them. Winter had snuck up on all of them. 
“Here, let me.” Alya took her hands and sandwiched them between her own, gently rubbing them until her friend’s fingers no longer felt like ice. Marinette stayed silent, watching through heavy lashes. 
“I don’t like him like that anymore.”
“Hm?” Alya hadn’t been paying attention. Her thoughts were more centred around the lasting tingle in her fingertips as Marinette withdrew her hands, hiding them away in her lap.
“I don’t love Adrien anymore. He’s just a generally sweet person. Like a dog or bumblebee.”
Alya froze.
“You don’t love him? Is this one of your ‘I can’t love him’ things all over again?”
“It isn’t. I’m a grown woman, I can realise my feelings were just puppy love and nostalgia.”
Alya should have seen it coming. Why hadn’t she seen it coming?
“So that’s it? When did this happen?”
“I realised some other things…” She let her words trailed off as the boys returned, Adrien sliding in next to Marinette. Nino passed her her double espresso which she gratefully took so she would have something to do while her brain failed to process the last thirty seconds. Almost as proof Marinette hadn’t been lying, she started up a conversation with Adrien — not even stopping to take a breath.
Alya played through the last few months in her mind, realising that Marinette had not so much as stuttered or blushed in Adrien’s direction in quite a while. Perhaps the fact it had become such a staple of her friend’s behaviour and the months of college seemed to muddle together into a stressful soup that she hadn’t noticed the change. In the same way she sometimes blinked and remembered she was no longer sharing the room with a small Marinette that needed her help but a strong Marinette who’d learned to fight her own battles long ago. Her friend had changed, she was the one stumbling behind to realise it.
Questioning the change became a top priority — once they are alone again.
“Did you order a double espresso? Don’t you enjoy happiness?” Marinette teased, suddenly looking at her and surprising her out of her thoughts.
“Let me have my depressed businessman drink.” 
“Sure thing, reporter.” Marinette tipped an invisible hat to her and then turned back to Adrien, engrossing herself in their conversation again. Alya noted, with a sting of jealousy, the way he leaned into her. How she brightened and talked animatedly, her hands flying in every direction. She believed her when she said there were no feelings there anymore but she wasn’t quite sure about Adrien. He was suspicious. 
“Are you okay?” Nino asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“You’ve been giving Adrien the stink eye for the last five minutes. Don’t worry, he hasn’t noticed.”
She hadn’t noticed the time pass. What was happening to her? She learned Marinette was no longer on the Adrien train and suddenly everything was out of order. 
“Really? I didn’t mean to.”
Nino’s laugh afterwards contained a knowing she didn’t quite catch.
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Found this in my wips and tidied it up a bit. The idea of this if it continued was love square but Alyanette. So they get the miraculous in college. Alya crushes on Marinette and Marinette crushes on Chat Noire. This oneshot takes place after they get their miraculous and Marinette moves on from Adrien (who is trans fem but she doesn't know it yet [;) because of her lesbian realization with Chat Noire. (Yes, Adrien was her comphet 'crush' but also she definitely sniffed out the trans egg on them >_<)
I have too many wips but this one is definitely staying in the bank for later once I finish Prince and Baker and two other things. And I write Ladrien pirates and akumanette and a bunch of drawing stuff (plans to animatics, commissions and portfolio work!!) . Basically its there but I have too many ideas to get through first!! lmao
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Solomon is Prime Suspect Number 1 and I don’t think he is our Solomon
So I know there’s been some theories floating around that Solomon in NB isn’t our Solomon but the Solomon from the past. I’ve been suspecting it myself at times, even at the very beginning of Nightbringer. Lesson 14 has only increased those suspicions. I also remembered something that should have been a big red flag, which I’ll put below the cut.
What I think may have happened is that past Barbatos, under past Solomon’s orders brought MC to the past/this timeline or past Sol used past Barb’s abilities to see into the different timelines and found that specific MC’s.
It could also be that Past Solomon is just an opportunistic interloper but I’m more inclined to believe that Nightbringer could either be Barb being made to do this under Solomon or even an alias of Solomon and Barbatos being a team. Or maybe it is our Solomon and it’s lighter than what I suspect. I’ll post more about everything under the cut.
1. I know I posted previously on Solomon being particularly mean in Nightbringer. Pushing the brothers into the bathtub seemed pretty mean to me, especially with how he tricked Leviathan, the most insecure of them all. He genuinely seems surprised at how MC can befriend demons, especially Diavolo in Lesson 14. He says he wasn’t considering a pact with Levi but would now.
2. He makes a pact with Asmo when he’s been feeling insecure and therefore vulnerable. He even told MC that he would not pursue a pact with Asmodeus in the past but then does so anyways. Which brings me to another point: What if he never had the pact to begin with? Asmo didn’t feel anything towards Sol before this pact like he did with MC, who does hold a pact with another version of him.
3. And then there’s the obvious red flag, that’s been right in front of us the whole time. MC does not have pacts with these brothers yet they still can syphon some of their powers to cast spells like opening the gates to the Celestial Realm or stopping a rampaging Beel.
Solomon not only summons Barbatos to his side but also makes him open a portal back to the castle. Our Solomon does not have a pact with this Barbatos. He should not be able to do this. Solomon should have to reforge his pact with Barbatos just like he would Asmodeus unless there’s some weird exception to him and Barb.
So either our Solomon never showed up at all or Past Solomon replaced him early on. Or our Solomon is up to something, whether it be bad or good.
4. This would also explain why Barbatos is absolutely furious with Solomon. Barbatos used to freely travel between timelines and ended up hurting people. His penance is serving Diavolo and having a pact with Solomon. For Solomon to make Barb use his powers like this would be the ultimate betrayal, especially after Barbatos made him into Solomon The Wise. I do think Solomon knows why Barb is mad. They’re very close in SWD and Barb trusts him. With their friendship, I believe he’d remember an event where Barb was really upset with his actions.
5. Solomon tried to have MC make an unbreakable vow to side with humanity at the fountain. Had it not been for Thirteen coming in and stopping him, this could have turned out worse than the end of Lesson 11.
This is out of character for our Solomon. Our Solomon has always stressed he is humanity’s protector and that he would like us to join him but he has never tried to force us into it in SWD. The choice has always been ours and he’s always been a supportive mentor. He had a huge blowout with a former apprentice many years back and you can tell he has regrets. I don’t think our Sol would do that to MC.
Solomon is not stupid. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows the rules of that fountain because Thirteen based her rules for her cave on it. He didn’t forget.
I also think Past Solomon has studied our Solomon quite well to know he is a terrible cook and acts like a “cheerful idiot” at times and has taught himself to play that role.
Now onto MC. I’m not sure if they know at this point. I’d imagine if they did, they’d keep quiet for their own safety.
I also have want to add something else that may be nothing but it’s brought up several times, including recently. Many characters do not even consider Solomon human anymore. Yes, he is immortal but he’s technically human. Is there a deeper meaning behind this or is it just because of their human biases and the fact that he’s extended his lifespan?
Solomon’s Goal
What’s Solomon’s purpose here? To get MC to make the pacts with these brothers and then force MC to side with humanity which would also make them use their pacts and the brothers for humanity against the other two realms. Michael said we’d be an enemy to the Celestial Realm should we side with Nightbringer who very well could be Barbatos, albeit under duress, working under Sol’s orders. Or, on a possible lighter note, using MC as an example to why humans should stand on equal footing to angels and demons.
We will need to find out who the person was that Solomon was talking to as a child. We know he talked to Thirteen but it’s not her because he already told us that. Maybe it’s Lilith? A new character?
Whatever is going on, I believe we are in a different timeline than our original and RAD not being founded yet was actually done on purpose as well as Simeon and Luke appearing now in the DD.
I would love to hear what others have to say. Maybe we can brainstorm? Let me know if I missed something or got a detail wrong! I’m perpetually sleepy like Belphie these days so I may have missed something.
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gomzwrites · 9 months
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100 Followers Special: Fic Marathon
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more info on the fic marathon check out this post :) Day 1: Kyle Gaz Garrick
Tags: fluff, reader is insecure about themselves, xgn!reader Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws ・❥・ this fic was heavily inspired by this twitter post
a/n: starting off nice and sweet with Gaz our bb <;3
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Man, this burger really slaps
Damn right
You were both hanging out at a burger joint during the weekend after finally getting a break from Price. Gaz often invites you out to hang out outside missions, and since then, both of you have been close. Sometimes you were the one that called him up for outings, just casual lunch sessions or visiting each other’s flat. You clicked well with him, and conversation flows easily between you two since you’re both the youngest in 141.
Somewhere along the line, you realised you might have been harbouring feelings for him, but knowing in this field of job being operators and such, relationships are not something that can come easily, and really, with how long you guys have known each other, you’re too afraid to ruin the friendship between you and him. You’d think he thought of you as nothing more than a close friend, a working partner, or just buddies despite already knowing each other for two years or so. 
If anything, you already deemed yourself unfit for him and out of his league. You’re not dumb; you have seen the people he has hooked up with, and their attributes were, if not the complete opposite of what you have, but there is one thing that stayed consistent with his partners.
They all have dark hair like yours.
Maybe that’s why you couldn’t move on; because that one detail is enough to fuel your hopes and dreams, that perhaps one day you’ll have a chance.
But today is not that day, or is it?
I really shouldn't have ordered that many fries
Gaz held his stomach as you laughed and shoved his shoulder.
Yeah, but are you still up for desserts? I think the central park had some food trucks around; one of them sells croffles, and I want to try it.
Hm, I think by the time we walk there, I’ll probably have space for it then.
You grin as he gives his tummy a rub. Both of you decided to walk down the street until you reached the town square, which branches off into gardens and other market stores with a fountain in the middle. You looked around with him until you spotted the truck.
Hey, how bout you find a seat, and I’ll get us two croffles, any flavours you want?
Erm, I don’t know. What kinds do they have?
Blueberry cheese, peanut butter almond, strawberry yoghurt, and banana nutella I think there’s one with chocolate as well.
Gaz pondered for a moment before finally deciding on the strawberry yoghurt croffle as he found a spot to sit on the concrete benches near the fountain.
You quickly went ahead and ordered it and returned with both croffles. You ordered the blueberry cheese since it was their top-selling product. 
Oh! These look good; how much was it? 
Gaz lightens up as he takes the croffle from you and reads the receipt. He nods at the appropriate prices before finally taking a bite, humming and enjoying the dessert as you giggle and take yours as well. You do take a bite from his, and he’ll do the same with yours, until a loud scream catches both of your attentions. You instinctively rise from the seat as you follow the source of the voice.
"Yes!! I do!!"
It was a public proposal done by a couple. You give a sigh as you grumble slightly, relieved but also annoyed. Gaz gives you a nudge as he, too, relaxes his shoulder and watches the scene unfold before you two.
It was quite a grand gesture; one of the partners was kneeling on the ground with a big bouquet of roses, and speaking of roses, there were rose petals surrounding the fountain, the other person was happily crying as they wore a ring and hugged their partners.
How nice.
You scoff at the thought and sit back on the benches as Gaz asks you a question that caught you off guard.
Have you ever thought about marriage?
You stopped biting into your croffle as you stared back at him with a bewildered expression.
Marriage? When was the last time you ever thought about things like that? But it is a nice thought—too nice of a thought because you know your days are numbered ever since you stepped into the military. It also doesn’t help when your past relationships ended terribly. But you won’t lie; it is an idea you’ve imagined before.
Retired and with the one you love, spend the rest of your life somewhere quiet, where nothing can harm you or disturb your peace. To enjoy and share those moments with someone you can trust and rely on. 
I have… But I can’t say I’ll do it; I wouldn't even marry myself.
You answer vaguely as he gives a "hmmm" as a response as he leans in close and asks another question with curiosity.
Why not?
You laughed at the question as you sighed and munched on the dessert. You looked at him from the corner of your eye as you rubbed your neck awkwardly.
Too much to handle, to say the least.
You answered back honestly as he blinks and just nods quietly after a while. You noticed he was doing something with his hands, though, and sure enough, he gives you a bright smile as he bumps your shoulder.
Give me your hand.
Why?
Just trust me.
Are you going to dip my hands into something weird again?
Not this time.
….
You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously as he gave you a puppy eye and a tilt of his head. You gave in as you raised your left arm for him as he took your palm and slid something into your hand. You held it up as you looked at what on earth he just did-
I’d marry you with paper rings.
Your eyes widen and your breath hitches at your throat as you look at the receipt paper from before it was rolled and folded into a ring-like shape, sitting snugly on your fourth finger. You slowly turn your head as you try to remain calm, but you can feel your neck burning up slowly.
You’re an idiot.
He laughed, laughed hard as he shook his head and flashed you a wink as he stood up.
Already heard that one before; maybe try something else, yeah?
There it is, that charming smile of his whenever he is happy, the one that always makes you fall for him harder, a wide grin that flashes his canine and crinkles up the corner of his eyes, this time you can almost spot just a shade of color blooming in his cheeks. You were about to give back another comment before a ringtone stopped you.
Gaz picks up the call as he frowns.
This is Gaz speaking....okay, yes sir, yes... Alright, on our way, sir. Ah y/n, Price just called us in; we needed to be back at base in 10 for a briefing session, then we needed to be sent to another mission again.
You give a nod as both of you promptly leave and walk back to his car.
You’re thankful Price interjected, because if that hadn’t happened, he could probably see how red your ears had become.
He doesn’t know, but you wore the paper ring to the mission too, just covered by your gloves. 
Maybe it was great that you didn’t give up on the hope of being something more than just friends with him. You plan to ask him out after the mission :)
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STUDY IN PROGRESS 👉 The Long Game. Personal Experiences with Planetary Transits and Returns.
Lesser Known Asteroids for Synastry and Composite Charts:
PART 1 - Helen and Paris - infidelity, epic affair
PART 2 - Apollo and Daphne - unrequited love
PART 3 - Pyramus and Thisbe - Romeo and Juliet, forbidden love
PART 4 - Orpheus and Eurydice - longing, losing faith
PART 5 - Beatrix and Dante - love at first sight, lasting impression
PART 6 - Deucalion and Pyrrha - dutiful to each other and the world
PART 7 - Tristan and Isolde - sudden attraction, forbidden affair
PART 8 - Quasimodo and Agnès/Esmerelda - boundaries between friendship and love, protectiveness
Asteroid Clusters:
Asteroids for Sleep and Dreams - When your subconscious takes over your life... (here)
Asteroids Related to the Mind, Body, and Soul - A Different Perspective of Your Self in Your Birth Chart (here)
Asteroids for Happiness and Humor (here)
Asteroids indicating Activism and the Rebellious Spirit in your Birth Chart - PART 1 / PART 2
Asteroids for Heavenly Places - Your Utopia (here)
Asteroids for Memory - the Power of Recall (here)
Asteroids for Truth, Trust, and Lies - Truthfulness, Deception, Withholding Information (here)
Asteroids for Womanizer vs. Knight in Shining Armor (here)
Asteroids for Eternal Youth and Life - Your Celestial Fountain of Youth (here)
Inescapable Past, Present, and Future - Interpreting the Fates and Norns in Birth Chart (here)
Asteroids for the Rejected and Abandoned Lover (here)
The Muses in Astrology - Inspiration and Creative Talents Personified (here)
The Graces and Charites in Astrology - Charm, Grace, and Beauty Personified (here)
Asteroids for Marriage and Weddings (here)
Asteroids Related to the Night (here)
Asteroid Highlights:
Varuna 20000 (dwarf planet) + Mithra 4486
Orcus 90482 (dwarf planet)
Eros 433 + Anteros 1943
Daedalus 1864 + Perdix 8758 + Talos 5786
Midas 1981
Astro Observations:
Chiron in the Birth Chart - personal experience
What astrological observations are true time and time again? - based on real people in my life
Astro Observations from personal experience
Mixed bag of Astro Observations - based on people in my life
Synastry Edition
Evidence that Astrology is Real Post # 1 , 2
Mini Astrology Studies:
Commonalities in Serial Killer charts
Commonalities in Billionaire charts
Commonalities in Film Director and Auteur charts
Beauty and Attraction: Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor, Grace Kelly - PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3
Commonalities in Well-Known Beauties charts
Astro Lessons & Theories:
"Genetic" Astrology - similarities between family members' charts
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Florian was waiting inside the restaurant. A sophisticated nice place, with dark decoration, brown vibrations and few neons lights. Youth’s Fountain was one of their favorite places with Grace.
The etablissement was neat, mature, delivered excellent wine, creative hookas and had a good DJ. The last information was essential for Grace, she could not settle in a place where the music was not giving.
Florian’s thighs was bumping into anticipation and he could not resist to check his silver watch every minute. She was late and he was sure she was doing it on purspose.
Grace was always on time, to her you were already late when you were on time. So if she was showing up late, she probably had an issue or she was doing it on purpose. The idea of something happening to her created a tiny stomachache to Florian, but he was sure it was not that. He knows how she act when she’s upset and why she was upset.
His long fingers let mist on the beer glass he just finished to eased his mind. Florian valued humbleness, even if he had a certain ego, he knew he messed up something in his friendship with Grace. And the worst in this situation was that it was entirely his fault, he wanted to make it right.
Once he decided to call Grace to reassure his self that she was alright, he saw her penetrated the place. He put down his phone on the table while his green eyes were glued to her.
Grace greeted the waitress and told her about the reservation removing her sunglasses. She was wearing her signature bright smile and followed the tall girl slowly. While the waitress was taking her to the table, people were definitely checking her out. Florian was used to that. The glow of her mocha skin always had this effect on people. Whenever hairstyle she was having, everything suits her, today was boho braids and Florian was already falling for it. She had an aura that made people shiver and Florian was definitely one of them.
He got up when she arrived at the table. Without a word one of Florian’s arms wrapped around Grace’s waist and hers gently grab his strong biceps. He was so glad she didn’t pushed him back. Not that she used to do so but he was just walking on eggshells. They looked at each others in silence sitting down.
« 28 look good on you G. » he said hyping her up before moving one of her braids and shaking her right shoulder slightly. His hands were already begging to have her.
Grace didn’t had the time to answer that a particular waiter came at the table addressing directly to her.
« I knew it. I knew that if this Big Boy was here, you wouldn’t be far away ! » he said pointing her with a teasing voice
« How you been Martin ? » she answered kindly. The waiter just nodded his head before continuing
« I love your outfit. » he cheesed referring to the olive dress she was wearing.
Florian licked quickly his lips before letting his arms fall on Grace shoulders, massaging the back base of her neck. A shiver traveled her spine before she finally thanked politely the waiter. Florian’s motion made him step back a little before he took the drink’s order. Florian let his fingers touch Grace’s neck while he watched the waiter go before he said with a little irritation in his voice
« The way he keep trying to flirt with you everytime we come here, it’s-«  Florian said letting the « s » sound between his lips looking for the right word
« It’s what ? » Grace said with a lifted eyebrow pushing the rest of her braids behind her shoulder
« Funny. »
« Funny ? » she repeated with her head falling to her left side
« Mhmh. »
« What is so funny about wanting to flirt with me ? » she said removing his hand from her body and locking her eyes with him.
Florian looked back at her for long seconds while his heart beat was increasing. He exhaled, look down and finally whispered in a low tone
« You know I what I me-« 
« I can’t ear you, speak up. »
« I said you know what I mean. » he said again more louder this time after a growl.
Grace stared at him having difficulties to say that simple sentence with a lot of deception. Why was it so hard for him ?
« How was your birthday ? » Florian asked breaking the silence.
« You weren’t there but it was pretty amazing. »
He smiled and kept digging. He knew Grace was going to act a bit bitter for a long time tonight and he couldn’t show anything less but resilience.
Few months ago Cloe came at Grace, publicly, during a party talking about how she didn’t believe in straight platonic friendship between man and woman and that it was just a matter of time before her boyfriend kind of dump Grace. Florian was so surprised that nothing came out of his mouth. Not a joke, not a argument, no nothing. The party became weird in a snap.
After that, too much time passed without any communication between them. Grace felt for the first time that Florian was not on her side. The feeling was not sitting right, not at all, but she didn’t want to pursue a relationship she had to fight for. Not like that. Relationship was supposed to be easy, lov- friendship was supposed to be easy. And since this situation, it’s not. Even if it will be hard, she just wanted to move foward. She had already experienced having to fight for being love back and she promised herself it will not happen again.
Florian did not had easy months either. All the arguments with Cloe, all the self doubt, all the burdened feelings. The situation was so wrong and he felt a lot of guilt. Not having news from Grace, specially during her birthday, which he knows was a very important moment for her, was not what he wanted. Even if Florian was overthinking for month, he only had the courage to contact her few days ago. Why ? He was freaking lost.
« I miss her. » Florian said slumped on the couch during a boys night. His friends looked at he him and started chuckling seeing him this miserable. « Just call her man. She will pick up, you know her. » Sandro said reassuring him. « She will not ! » Masias said knowing too much how Grace could get when Florian pissed her off. « Are we talking Cloe or ? » Dejan asked really not sure about the girl he was taking about. Masias and Sandro started chuckling again knowing their friend was in a complicated situation. Florian looked at them with a tiny smile and put his middle finger up « Fuck y’all. » he mumbled.
Dinner was alright. Not good, not bad, it was alright. Florian and Grace tried to catch up the last months, he was definitely asking all the questions but it wasn’t a big deal. He was really interested and earring her talk was a blessing after having no news. Grace’s answers were a bit short and straight to the point but she tried not to be on defensive. She didn’t want to be the bitter one, she really wanted to act cool.
It was harder than she thought. It was hard to be insensitive infront of him. The way his navy sweater was hugging his body, the shiny chain trap between his torso and the fabric, his hands always finding a way on her body, his eyes locking sight with her while blowing smoke from his hookah. Yeah it was hard keeping her composure and seeing him after all this time remind her why she was so mad. The amont of love she had for him was insane. Maybe too much ? It’s certainly was a waste. She wanted to be in a relationship with someone who really loved her, something when she wasn’t the second choice or the fantasy dream. And the way Florian act last time ? It wasn’t what she wanted. Their friendship had run out course.
« I’m get going. » Grace said after emptying her mint tea glass. She grabbed her purse looking for her credit card when Florian grabbed her forearm, frowned his eyebrow slightly before putting his card on the table. « Already ? » he asked touching his nose trying to look her in the eye, he felt like she was trying to shorten their time. She nodded slowly looking around the place, it was certainly the last time she will be there. She wasn’t a masochist.
« Look we didn’t have the time to talk about what happen. » Florian said looking Grace ready to get out his car. He had to insist more than five time to let him drive her home.
Grace remove her hand from the door slowly. « We had. » she said rubbing her right eye gently. « We had the time but we decided not to. Didn’t we ? » she said in a monotone voice finally looking at him. It was just above a whisper.
« You’re right, you’re right Gigi. »
« I am sorry Gigi. » that’s how he began. It was a good start, really. He tried his best patching things up, being honest, explaining how much she meant to him but also how much he didn’t want to risk their friendship over a relationship he didn’t knew if it was worthy enough.
After that he continued, trying to put the right words on what he was feeling, but Grace wasn’t listening anymore. « I got feeling but I don’t know if it will work or if it worth it. » she eared again and again. So she wasn’t worthy enough for him.
« Look Florian-«  Grace said cutting him off, she had ear enough. « Thank you for your apologies, I, I » she said losting the track of her thoughts. She wanted to be out of this car, quickly. « I appreciate them and accept them, but let’s just not go this way. We should you know, you do you with Cloe and we stay in touch in a friend way-« 
« Wait what ? » he said trying to keep up with what she was saying « Gigi talk to me, I don’t even know what you’re thinking, you been on mute-« 
« Because you didn’t even ask ! Like did you even care ? You were the one on mute when she came at me ! »
« Of course I care I was just surprised, what was I supposed to do, talk to her infront of everyone ? You know I couldn’t do that. It’s not because I didn’t do it infront of you that it did not happen ! You can’t be mad at me for that »
« Why are we having this conversation ? »
« What-« 
« Why. Are we. Having this conversation ? »
« Because I want to make things right ! »
« No we’re having this conversation because you want to feel better ! »
« Gigi » he whispered letting his head fall on the headrest « I just don’t want to lose you. »
Rain drops started falling on the car. The silence in the vehicle made the sound more loud. Grace looked at the window and finally find a way out
« I don’t want to lose you either. But I want a friend who can have my back 100% or a boyfriend that don’t have any doubt of my worth. » Florian head snaped quickly at the word « boyfriend «  not really sure of what’s Grace said.
« I know your wor-« he said in a quick motion
« Flo, take care. » she said ending the conversation putting her left hand on his.
Florian watched her leaving the car, still lost in his feeling and having the strong will not to give up on anything, specially not on Grace.
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Helloooo guys, it was funny writing my first ask ! I was afraid that there were too much similarities with Same Hearts, different places but i think it turn out pretty well (?)
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sotwk · 1 year
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Intruders (Fili x OC fanfic, first of series)
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Summary: During their sojourn at Rivendell, Fili makes the acquaintance of an elf-maid who is surprisingly familiar with the ways of Dwarves. Unlike the rest of the Company however, he is less enchanted by and more suspicious of this mysterious stranger.
Part One of a planned series about the relationship between Fili x OC elleth, called "The Only Gold".
Word count: 2.3 k 
Pairing: Fili x FemOC (2nd Person POV)
Content: Prelude to romance, friendship, fluff, mild angst, The Hobbit events, Dwarf shenanigans
Warnings: None
To Read on AO3: Link
Dedication: For @fizzyxcustard, the first Durin (Thorin) writer to befriend me on Tumblr and who introduced me to the wonderful community of Durin stans! My first foray into Erebor is rightfully dedicated to you. Thank you for being such a supportive mutual to me and others in our orbit!
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The Only Gold
Intruders
Third Age 2941 June
Imladris, The Last Homely House
It was difficult to decide which amused you more: observing the Naugrim in their merrymaking around the fire, or listening to Lord Lindir’s anguished groans over their antics as he stood in secret watch right next to you. 
“I suppose tomorrow this courtyard shall have to be scrubbed as well,” the elf-lord muttered, his dark eyes scanning the blobs and heaps of food scraps that littered the normally pristine white flagstones of the circular portico. “Tis a small mercy that the Nindari fountain already empties and cleanses itself, otherwise…” He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he cut off his own frustrations. “Forgive me; it has been a long day.”
You rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Do not be so troubled, my lord,” you said, careful to whisper despite the small risk of your voice being heard over the cacophony of laughter and singing. “From my experience, Dwarves mind their manners well enough to clean up after themselves, no matter how terrible the messes they like to make.” 
“I shall have to take your word for it,” Lindir sighed, with a grimace that indicated he remained entirely unconvinced. “What odd little creatures they are! They seem to actually revel in chaos and noise and sheer tomfoolery. And from what I understand, these are not only grown males of their race, but some are also members of Durin’s royal house!”
After a while, the prim elf-lord fell silent to watch you watch the company of outsiders, and soon he picked up on the delight shining from your eyes. 
“How similar are they to Dwarves you have previously engaged with?”
His innocent question called a flood of deep memories to the front of your mind, and the mirth on your face wavered. There was no way for Lindir to have known the specifics, and if he had, his impeccable manners would have restrained him from even broaching the subject. But your most recent experiences with the Naugrim had been filled with mourning and loss and anger, of old wounds that still ached to be soothed by happier remembrances.
“They are the same people, but these are very different circumstances.” You turned back to the gathering and smiled at the scene they created, just a group of kinsmen sharing an evening repast, dining in little more than their underclothes and even less care or concern. "I very much prefer seeing them in this light."
Lindir sniffed at this but refrained from verbalizing further disagreement, as your fondness for Aulë’s Children had become all too apparent. 
After you declined the elf-lord’s offer to escort you back to the main house, he took his leave, with a parting reminder to 'be careful'. It was hard not to feel disappointed at your friend's unrelenting distrust of the Dwarves. Lindir was far older than you, and much wiser in all other matters, but in your heart you were certain his disdain was founded on hearsays and ancient prejudices. 
“Oi, Bombur! Maybe you should get off that table, I can hear the joints creaking from over here.” The shout, though spoken with jest, also carried a command behind it, a tone you often heard being used by members of your family. “If we break one more thing in this fancy-pants inn I think that butler’s head might explode.”
More than the Dwarf's tone, it was his voice itself that captured your attention, that spurred your steps forward so you crept closer for a better view. You scanned the gathering of bearded faces, one by one, but unless that voice spoke up again over the raucous din, it would be impossible to identify the owner with certainty. 
But you knew that voice. You knew not for sure from when or where, but you had heard it before, speaking to you, addressing you by name, stirring up emotions deep within you like the early rays of spring warming the frosted earth. 
The clear sound of cracking wood startled you, and yanked your gaze back to the sight of Bombur, the very fat dwarf, falling smack on his bottom and then toppling on his backside on a pile of broken oak. Your lips twitched and your eyes wrinkled at their sides, but it was the unbridled howls of laughter from the other dwarves that released your own laughter from your throat--a high, delighted giggle that was shamefully loud to your own ears. 
“Shh! Did you hear that?” A voice--the voice--cut sharply through the merriment. It lowered into a menacing growl, suddenly shifting to their ancient mother tongue. “There’s someone out there.” 
* * * * * 
Fili grabbed the knife closest to him, resting atop the pile of his belongings, and darted across the courtyard in the direction of the sound. Kili leaped up to follow his lead, and behind the brothers a mad scramble ensued as some of the others hurried to join in pursuit. 
It was easy to spot the intruder descending the pathwalk that connected their lodging to the sprawling gardens below. The tall, hooded figure had the nerve to walk calmly in their retreat, as though they cared not if they were caught or had no fear of being apprehended. The mark of an elf for sure, Fili thought, and a rush of anger within him hastened his pace. 
“You! Stop!” he shouted, and was so surprised when the stranger complied so quickly that he skidded to an abrupt halt himself. Kili ran hard into him, nearly knocking him over, and there was much grunting and yelping as the rest of the dwarves similarly struggled to keep themselves upright. 
“Who are you?” Fili demanded, raising himself up to full height and straight posture, but mindful enough to keep his knife sheathed at his side. This elf was nowhere near as tall as the riders who had accosted them at their arrival, or even the ones who had attended them at luncheon. Even if they didn’t have him outnumbered, the dwarf was confident he could take him down on his own if necessary. 
“I am a friend, Master Dwarf,” a soft voice spoke from underneath the hood. 
Next to him, Fili sensed Kili shifting his weight uneasily and heard him grunt, “Fili.” The elder Son of Durin at once knew his brother’s thoughts. That voice sounded female. This realization cooled his ire, but just barely. Danger did not recognize gender, he knew that from experience. 
 “A friend would not lurk in the shadows to spy,” Fili said darkly. “A friend would not retreat and skulk away like a thief in the night.”  He took a heavy step forward. “If you are what you say, then prove it and show your face."
A tense silence followed the dwarf-prince’s command. The collective disquiet palpable from the companions that surrounded him only fueled Fili’s irritation. Above all other emotions, he detested cowering the most. Durin’s Folk shrank before no one, no matter whose land they stood on.
At long last, a pair of slender white arms emerged from the folds of the stranger’s cloak, and two hands lowered the velvet hood. Cries and mutterings rose in a sudden tide around Fili, while his own voice failed him completely. It wasn’t until his lungs sucked in a starved, desperate gasp that he realized even breath had temporarily deserted him. 
None of their company, save perhaps Thorin and Balin, had had much contact with she-elves prior to the quest, but when they finally encountered some of these females at the Lord of Rivendell's table, they fairly matched up with the descriptions from the Dwarrowdam tales. This particular creature that stood before them now was unlike her unremarkable kin, and surpassed everything Fili’s elders had taught him to expect. 
It was her hair, above all else, that surely struck the Dwarves with greatest amazement. The color of the purest molten gold, it crowned her fair head and flowed freely down her shoulders, shimmering in waves of glorious light. It was such a sight to behold, so alarming in its unexpected beauty, that Fili dropped his gaze, momentarily doubting whether it was even safe to look upon it. 
Those standing closest to him literally bowed their heads in reverence. Ori and Dori went so far as to bend fully at the waist. Glorin choked on what sounded like a sob, while Kili found actual words to exclaim: "My lady!"
“My lords,” the elf-maid spoke again, high and clear as a wood thrush. “I humbly beg your pardon; I meant no offense by my presence.”
The sweetness that flowed from her polite words continued to charm his companions, but Fili refused to give in to the confusing swirl of emotions that crested within him, not even when her gaze turned at his utterance, again challenging his ability to breathe. “Why were you watching us?”
He felt a fist jab him on the back. “Nadad,” Kili hissed through gritted teeth. 
“It is a fair question,” Fili declared. He felt his boldness grow the longer he persisted. “Their king assured us we would be safe here, but how are we to trust that?” He turned slightly towards his kinsmen as their native Khuzdul rolled from his tongue. “Can you not see that ever since our arrival, they have been trying to uncover our secrets?!”
The only response he received were vague mumblings from dazed faces. Eyes glazed over in dopey trances seemed to pass right through him, listless and unseeing. An orc pack could have descended on them and hacked off some heads before anyone could mount a defense. 
“Stop gaping at her!” Fili snapped at them, tugging hard on his besotted brother’s arm in particular. “You’re falling prey to Elven sorcery for all we know. Don’t let yourselves be lured under her spell!”
“If I were as devious as you claim, Master Dwarf, then why should I admit to understanding your words perfectly?”
The maiden’s silvery voice speaking the guttural tones of their secret language in perfect fluency dropped upon the group like a hammer’s blow. Suddenly the lot of dreamy gazes morphed into expressions of shock, followed by anger. Even a little fear, which overtook any control the dwarves had over their better senses. 
Defensive instincts escalated to bellows of outrage, and hands rose in aggression, hands which unfortunately still clutched a menacing array of weapons. Brandishing his own dagger, Fili saw the elf-maid take a step back, and her withdrawal stirred a new emotion above the conflux in his chest: shame.  
“What is the meaning of this?!”
All heads turned in the direction of the booming shout, and they saw the Master of Imladris coming up the path in furious strides. The sight of him alone caused the dwarves to immediately lower their weapons, sheathe them, or hide them behind their backs. 
Lord Elrond cast a swift, rebuking glare over the gathered dwarves before planting himself between them and the elf-maid. He cupped her face between his hands and quietly spoke to her in indiscernible Elvish. She whispered back with downcast eyes, appearing to Fili almost like a child chastised. 
"She spies on us!" Gloin's temper erupted at the most convenient time, and Fili found himself relieved that someone else was speaking up to argue for their side.
"This is her home, Master Gloin," Elrond responded sharply. "Where you are the visitors. We practice great tolerance in Imladris to make allowances for cultural differences. But I will not abide the harassment of anyone, least of all my kin."
"Enough of this foolishness!" The next rebuke came from Gandalf, who suddenly materialized behind the elves, and looked twice as infuriated as Elrond. “It is one thing to practice table manners differently from the Eldar, but even Dwarves should know how to show a lady proper respect!” He pounded his staff on the ground, silencing any further attempts at protest from the dwarves. 
The wizard then turned and gave a sweeping bow to the elf-maid. "I beg your pardon and understanding on their behalf, dear lady, and offer no poor excuses.”
Fili was no longer surprised when the golden-haired lass smiled brightly at Gandalf, as one would at an old friend. "My heart sings with joy to see you again, Mithrandir."
The rest of their conversation continued in rapid Elvish, leaving the dwarves to cluster together and grumble and mutter in their own separate group. For his part, Fili did not have anything else to say, for he felt oddly weary. He did not even notice the elves had taken their leave until Thorin arrived, demanding explanations, and Gandalf rejoined them to resume the heated discussion about everything that had transpired.  
Fili broke away from the squabbling noise of the company to seek out the departing lord and lady. He spotted them leaving the path to go back up into one of the great houses on the other side of the roaring falls. From so far off he could still see the elf-maid’s golden hair gleaming, its ethereal glory undiminished in the evening shadows. Bitter regret bloomed in the pit of his stomach when she finally vanished from sight.
"I…I know her.”
Fili spun around and saw Bilbo standing a few paces away, staring thoughtfully into the darkness. How much the hobbit had seen of the entire episode, and how long he’d been lurking there, it was always hard to tell with their sneaky burglar. “What are you talking about?”
Bilbo scratched the side of his face, his nose scrunched up in his musing. “That elf-maid. I’m quite certain I’ve met her before. There cannot be many like her running around Middle-earth, and certainly not visiting the Shire."
“The Shire?!” Fili grabbed Bilbo’s arm and dragged him further away from the rest of the company, and out of the notice of his uncle and Gandalf. “Tell me,” he ordered the bewildered hobbit. “Tell me everything you know about her.”
To be continued...
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agustdef · 2 years
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Rumors
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This fic’s inspo stems from the Rumor by Jake Miller.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Black Singer!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut; Idol AU/Idolverse
Word Count: 5.7k
Warning: Language; Sexual Activities; Spanking
Rating: 18+ (Minors do not read or interact.)
My Beta Reader: The dork known as @hobeemin
A/N: That song came on a song radio and I really liked it and then my brain got working so here we are. Also tagging @sugakookitty​ because I have to make sure she has a front row seat.
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Every night during and after the PTD in LA tour one could go onto Twitter and see the excitement from ARMYs around the world about two shows, but they could also see the rumors and speculation surrounding Jungkook and YN. 
For that tour, they’d decided to bring out other artists they’d collabed with on random days to perform those songs. YN was the only one who was there every one of those nights, performing two songs that she’d collabed on with the boys and one of her’s that Jungkook had covered a few years before. The song that had brought them all together in the first place.
Also, the reason that fans, antis, and Dispatch clung to the little to no information they had to make everyone think the two were dating. As if they’d met in secret and gotten together and that was why Jungkook did the cover in the first place. 
When in actuality the pair met at some events while BTS was in the states for concerts and everyone seemed like fast friends months after the cover was posted. Soon after that friendship brought about collabs and hanging out with each other in semi-public settings. Something that people caught wind of a few times. All the images and videos taken were platonic for the most part, but YN made Jungkook laugh a little too hard once and that was all it took for people to latch onto them flirting or being a thing. 
Every interaction was analyzed for the smallest things. Didn’t matter if YN got the same reaction out of the other boys or if the outing had very little interaction between the two of them or if she was photographed multiple times with her head on Jin’s shoulder and Yoongi leaning on her’s as the two napped. 
At the end of the day, it circled back to Jungkook.
Something that he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he agreed with some of what people said or noticed. They weren’t wrong about how much he enjoyed being in YN’s presence or how they flirted with each other a lot. Plus, she’d also cuddled up against his shoulder to nap a few times and he’d done the same once, though his head was in her lap and she was playing with his hair.
His members teased him endlessly for that one. Which was also something he didn’t mind much.
He’d be a liar if he said that before he did the cover he thought she was cute and he liked what he saw from what she was public about. That kinda sorta crush quickly tumbled into full blown crush once they’d met and gotten to know each other. Only solidified by how many rumors swarmed, even the more ridiculous ones that involved them making out in the back of the van on the way to the group’s hotel - with the other members also inside.
Nothing close to that ever happened, but he would have liked it if it did. Minus his members there as an audience to their PDA.
Wanting to make those rumors true is why it bummed him out, even more, when the pandemic hit and their tour was postponed. He’d planned to ask YN out in person so he could have a better gauge of if she felt the same way. Of course, he knew she wouldn’t lie to placate him if he’d done it over the phone, but in person was the best way for him to go about it. Especially because he’d lose his mind if he had to wait forever to see her after they both - hopefully - confessed their feelings.
That want didn’t stop him from also texting her several times to just lay everything out to her. Something Yoongi often had to talk him down from.
Of all the members he’d been the most helpful when Jungkook came to him about how he was feeling. His hyung was always a fountain of advice, especially when it came to YN. He’d taken a liking to YN in an older brother kind of way so he had both their interests at heart whenever Jungkook came to him to talk about it. Equal parts encouraging and threatening was how Yoongi handled it, because he wanted Jungkook to be sure about his feelings before he could hurt either of them, especially YN.
There was some past relationship trauma that YN had that Yoongi knew all about and it made him a little more protective of her. Something Jungkook appreciated because it forced him to take another look at what he wanted from her and a relationship, he’d looked deep before but he went deeper that time around.
It was why he was beyond sure by the time talks of the four day concert came up. He fought to get her there for at least two of those days with the members backing him and he lucked out with getting them to say she could do all four if she and her people agreed to it. Which they did.
From there it was just planning how he would tell her how he felt. The way he went about it was so detailed that it was almost like he was preparing to propose to her, which meant at the end of it he scraped all the ideas. There was an urge to do it big, but it wasn’t very YN and he wanted her as comfortable as he could control.
Sadly, that meant even when they’d arrived he was left floundering to figure out the right setting and way to confess. That didn’t change even as the concerts officially kicked off. Which was beyond frustrating with all the buzz online that usually helped fuel his drive to move forward with what he wanted.
However, just before the start of the third day he was done with it. He went through the motions of the day with a weird giddy energy that everyone looked at him strange for and that no one but Yoongi seemed to understand.
Once they got on stage that energy fueled and more enjoyable concert and by the time they got to the more sensual of their collabs it was clear to the members what he was up to. He was near YN for almost the entire song and they played off each other effortlessly. 
And when their lyrics were a little more hype and suggestive he all but pushed Namjoon out of the way so he was near her when she did a move where she dropped it low. It was half retaliation for what happened when Megan the Stallion had come out with them on Day 2 and because he wanted to make his position clear. Even if it was a bit scandalous to be as close as he was while she swayed her hips and shook her ass a little.
He wasn’t looking to start anything major in the news, but he wanted her to be clear on what he was doing. And when she turned around after her verse and looked into his eyes as he began to rap he was beyond sure she got the message.
Along with anyone who could see the way he looked at her.
Once they finished the song everyone spoke to the crowd a little and the audience got to see the dynamic of Namjoon and YN at each other’s throats in a playful way. They bickered like siblings and Yoongi always stepped in to take her side. Jungkook switched up and took Namjoon's, which didn’t earn him anything but Namjoon alluding how he almost fell all because Jungkook wanted to get close.
Jungkook didn’t even defend himself, just shook his head and slyly looked YN’s way and winked. He could see the lightest tint of red under her brown skin when he did, but she pulled it together quickly, winking back before lightly punching Namjoon and fleeing the stage with all of them going right behind her.
They had a little over five minutes to prepare to go back out there, so despite being hopped up on their interaction out there Jungkook made quick work of getting changed into his next outfit. He did it in about two minutes since his next outfit didn’t include much and was easy enough to slip on. His make-up was touched up after, but that only took a few seconds, and then he was out of their dressing room and in YN’s.
He barely knocked before opening the door and closing it behind him.
YN was just finishing up plugging down her hoodie when he entered. Seeing him startled her, especially because she was used to being left alone for about twenty minutes after performing on stage.
“What the fuck, Kookie?” she asked, clutching her chest.
A sheepish smile overtook his lips. “Sorry, I should have waited until you said come in. But I don’t have a lot of time.”
“A lot of time for what?”
For some reason, Jungkook froze at that and became a bit shyer than he’d been with her earlier. That left room for YN to become a little more confident, especially because she loved it when she made him a little flustered. She would have usually teased him, but there was shouting about a minute or two before the next stage and she knew he had to go.
YN raised her brow and took a few steps forward. “What did you need, baby?”
And that was all it took, despite her having called him that a million times.
Jungkook crossed the space between them in three large steps, placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her in for a kiss. The first few seconds of it were soft, both in the way they kissed and the feel of their lips, but the moment YN’s arms wrapped around his neck he pressed closer and became a bit more desperate in the way he kissed her. One of his hands moved from her hip to her hair, his fingers lacing through box braids and pulling slightly. Just enough to cause a slight burst of pain, which rewarded him with a soft whimper slipping from her lips.
Controlling himself felt damn near impossible after that, but what could happen if he didn’t stop and the fact that he hadn’t said what he came to say made him pull away.
“We have to stop,” he said.
Before YN could speak there was yelling for about forty-five seconds and all she could do was nod. Jungkook pulled away from her a little then, but not fully. His hands moved to cup her face and he pressed his forehead to hers. 
“I really like you. I would ask you to be my girlfriend right now, but I want to take you on a date first. Plus I think we should talk. Meet me in my hotel room after?”
A smile took over YN’s lips and she leaned in, pecking his lips.
“I like you too. And I can definitely do that. I planned to head out a little earlier to avoid traffic anyway. I’ll stop by my place and then have my manager arrange to get me indiscreetly. Just text me when you leave here.”
There was some frantic yelling asking where Jungkook was so he nodded and pulled away, glancing at her one more time before leaving the room and sprinting out. It was a good thing her dressing room was just as close to the stage as theirs was.
Not that YN focused on that long, she fell onto the couch in the room and released a delighted squeal. Excitement and nerves about what happened filled her and not even her manager appearing in the room could get her to pull it together.
She wasn’t alone in that thought, because for once Jungkook struggled to regulate his emotions as they got into position for the next stage. His smile fought long and hard to remain in place, but he pushed it down.
Neither of them could wait until after the concert.
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By the time the concert was over and they were in the vans headed back to the hotel nerves set in for Jungkook. He could remember what happened in YN’s dressing room, but a voice in his head tried to convince him that maybe she was just being nice. Or that he had stepped out of bounds by kissing her before saying anything. She’d kissed him back, but a part of him said it was a little too forward.
Thankfully, he remembered that YN wasn’t the type to just placate people, especially not in the matter of feelings. He’d watched her turn down an up and coming artist in the middle of an industry party, in front of his friends, and right as he was about to go on stage. And though she was Jungkook’s friend and she wouldn’t want him to go out on stage off his game she wouldn’t have said she liked him too just to rip his heart to pieces once they had the proper time to talk things through.
Thoughts like that are what replayed in his head over and over again until he got to his room. He was so focused on reassuring himself that he didn’t speak or even really acknowledge the members when they said something. Not that he had to, because Yoongi told them to leave him since he already knew what was going down. He cornered Jungkook and asked about his intense smiling and Jungkook blurted out what happened. 
Once inside his room, he finally reentered the reality of what was about to happen and was filled with mild panic. Jungkook was usually the semi-organized type, but he’d been tired and in a rush so his hotel room was a shit show. 
So, with a new sort of energy, he didn’t know he could possess after a concert he speed cleaned the room. That included finding the Lysol wipes that Hobi threw at him before they were assigned hotel rooms and wiped a few things down. After he jumped into the shower and dressed faster than he ever had.
Upon finishing he was sure everything was ready, but the room smelt off. A mix of stagnant air and lemons. He was quick to open a window and use one of his colognes to fill the air a little. Spritzing himself a few times before he finally took a seat and a deep breath. 
YN texted him when she left the stadium about around what time she’d be arriving and that she’d let him know when she was close. So all he needed to do was wait, which made him antsy. It also made him space out a little, so much so that he zoned out and nearly had a heart attack when he heard a knock on his door.
Panic filled him as he searched his phone for a message that she was there, but found nothing. He headed to the door with his heart beating in his chest only to see no one through the peephole. He slowly opened the door and looked around to see that not a soul was in the hallway but there was a bag on the floor.
Worry about a sasaeng hit him for a moment, but then he saw what was in the bag and snatched it up before quickly retreating into his room. He took its contents out and felt his body was on fire while he assessed the box of condoms. Feeling something weird on the back he was both embarrassed and annoyed by the sticky note he found.
I don’t want to be an uncle yet, so wrap it up. - Yoongi HYUNG
Rolling his eyes Jungkook discarded the bag in the trash and dropped the condoms in his suitcase. He had no plans of using them, though he would be a liar if he said he hadn’t thought of it or that he wasn’t excited by the prospect of putting them to use. However, he wanted to get to them talking about things part of everything first. He wanted this to go well with minimal hitches if any at all. 
Things with YN had to work.
And as if she knew he was thinking about her, his phone vibrated with a text. She told him she was about two minutes out and she brought food. He shot off a quick reply to her, then called his manager to let him know so he could get her up there. With that confirmed he pulled the chair at the desk of his room to the table he usually ate at and positioned the armchair across from it.
Not wanting them to freeze he closed the window and then moved to stand by the door. He knew he should probably sit down and wait, but he also knew that he would get caught sprinting towards the door if he did. Standing at it would be a test in self control, but at least he could reason with himself about counting for ten seconds before opening.
The knock that came about a minute after made him think otherwise, but he took a quiet, deep breath, counted, and then unlocked the door. YN smiled at him the moment the door opened and he uttered a quick thanks to his manager before ushering her inside.
Nothing needed to be said as she kicked off her shoes, set down her bag, and got to putting down their food on the table. They’d hung out a million times like that and so while she did that Jungkook got the TV on and put on some random anime they’d watched a few times before from Netflix and pulled water from his mini-fridge.
There was an attempt to help with the food, but one hand smack and he simply plopped onto the desk chair without a word. She opened his container of Chinese food and then utensils before she sat and opened her own. 
Even after they were settled not a word was uttered though. Food took priority with both of them, but especially after expelling energy. They each got about halfway through before focus shifted.
Or more so before the energy in the space shifted and Jungkook became a little shy.
They stared each other down while eating their food at that point, but as seconds ticked by Jungkook died a little more inside and finally dropped his fork.
“We should talk now, right?” he asked.
For several moments YN said nothing, which only made him flustered. Something that was clearly the goal, but she didn’t let him flounder for too long. 
“Yes, we should. You want to go first?”
“I probably should.”
“Then the floor is yours, love.”
A nod, a long sip of his water, and a deep breath later and Jungkook spoke up.
“I had this whole speech planned in my head, but I can’t remember most of it right now. Plus it was ten minutes long and I couldn’t agree with the cuts that Yoongi told me to make, so I’m just going to try to say this without feeling like a middle schooler admitting to his first real crush.
“I’ve liked you for a really long time, YN. It was a slow progression of feelings starting from friendship, though I will admit a slight crush on you before we even met. I wanted to tell you how I felt when we came out here on tour but then the world descended into madness and I didn’t want to tell you while being so far away. But then it felt like it would take forever and I almost told you when you had that date with that one guy, but we found out about PTD and he was a jackass so I thought now would be the time. That kiss was not how I planned it and I wanted way more time to talk it through but I just couldn’t help myself. I don’t regret kissing you though, just the setup.”
Throughout his speech, he’d switched from English to Korean and it was a wonderful thing that YN understood him. Not that it took away from the embarrassment that filled him once he’d realized what he’d done.
Not that he had a reason to be embarrassed since the entire time he spoke YN’s smile grew wider and wider. There was also something in her eyes that exuded care, excitement, and adoration. All of that was confirmed by the way her hand slid across the table to grab his and squeeze reassuringly. 
“Well, you already know about the slight crush I had on you before we met. It’s nothing I put stock in, but I agree, being around you morphed into something more. I wanted to talk to you about it too, even got close a few times, but also felt like over the phone was wrong. I went on the date after my friends badgered me and you were the first person I thought to call after the shit show was over. I was hoping to work up the courage to talk to you about it while you were here, but it felt like there was never the time and on the rare occasion I would chicken out.”
Logically if YN was fine with kissing him then of course she’d liked him for a while, but that coupled with them having both been going through the same thoughts was a shock to Jungkook’s system.
“So we were both preparing to ask each other?”
“Yes.”
“And we could have been together sooner?”
“Yes.”
“But we weren’t because of us being too in our heads?”
“Yes.”
“And because we didn’t want to start things from so far away?”
“Yes.”
“Wow… Do you regret it?”
“No.”
After so many yeses it was a shock to hear a different answer and Jungkook wasn’t offended, but the shock changed his expression. Enough so that YN felt the need to speak quickly.
“I don’t think either of us would have loved to be apart for so long. Plus, it helps that we both now know how each other operates under the stress of a situation on a global scale.”
Jungkook took a deep breath.
“True.”
Silence hung over them for a moment and they went back to eating and glancing at the TV every so often. It was weird, but also not because it was very like them. They’d talked about heavier topics and then paused to finish eating before picking it up or leaving it there, never feeling like they were avoiding anything. It was just the nature of who they were.
Food was finished not long after and they cleaned up before settling into Jungkook’s bed with snacks that YN brought and that Jungkook already had. They snacked and watched TV, YN’s head on his shoulder like it normally was when they got comfortable like that. Another norm for them.
What wasn’t the norm though was the way that Jungkook slowly pulled her even closer and moved their bodies so they were laying down with one of her legs tossed over his. One of his hands rested next to him while the other pressed into her lower back, just shy of her ass. At least it was until she adjusted slightly and it fell onto her ass. Making Jungkook freeze in panic.
The new tension in his body made YN look at him with a raised brow, but he stared straight ahead.
“Touching ass gets you this flustered, baby?” she asked.
Again there was that endearment, but tacked on was a sort of challenge and that got a rise out of him. He went from bashful to staring deeply into her eyes as he grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. Which got him zero reaction and that only made him want one. Releasing he did it again, only to get the same smirk and not even a flicker of reaction out of her. That didn’t stop him though, because when he released the second time his hand reared back and he smacked her ass. There was limited power behind it because of how they were positioned, but it was enough for him to see something in her eyes change.
That change is what had him do it again and again. Each time getting that non-reaction reaction and a soft throat clearing. So, he changed things up and moved YN so she straddled him and both his hands had access. 
But that access didn’t last for long as both wrestled for the upper hand. Phones and the remote could be heard clattering to the ground because of their wild movements, but neither flinched. They maintained eye contact and as every second ticked by the room grew hotter from the intensity of their gaze and the tension it built up.
After a few minutes, YN ended up on top.
That left them face to face, gently breathing against each other and still staring into one another’s eyes. The joy and excitement were the perfect precursor for the shift in the room or more so in the space between them. Tension built quickly and Jungkook’s lips were on YN’s and her arms were around his neck in an instant.
Their lips pressed against each other as if pulling away would be the end of them and when they pulled away it wasn’t long before they were kissing again. YN was the one to swipe her tongue against Jungkook’s lips, but he was the one to take the lead as both tongues intertwined. 
As they kissed their bodies pressed together and YN grinded against him, creating friction that made YN feel like she was on fire.
Her panties were wet and her thighs lightly coated from how worked up she was. It didn’t help that Jungkook got hard quickly and pressed his dick against her with his every move. The feel and the idea of him being inside her were all she needed to make her pull away.
“Fuck me now,” she panted.
And Jungkook didn’t waste a second. He pushed himself up, kneeling enough that he could pull his boxers down, before moving towards her again. There was no time or thought to pull YN’s panties down and they ended up pushed to the side. 
Within forty-five seconds of her telling him what to do Jungkook’s cock rubbed against her pussy and then slipped inside. They both moaned out at the feeling and paused for a second to take it in, but a second was truly all it was. Jungkook’s hands spread her legs wide and he drilled into her. The pace was quick and hard, their skin slapping into each other every thrust. 
The stretch his cock gave and the sounds of his dick slamming into her along with the moans from both their lips was a little overwhelming. They’d spent a while only being able to do oral and she’d missed the feeling of having him inside of her.
So much so that she needed more.
“Harder, please baby harder,” she cried.
“Fuck!” Jungkook shouted.
His outburst could have been confused by his inability to do so, but the man’s hips slowed down and he thrust into her in a way that left her skin stinging a little. One of his hands also moved down to rub and lightly slap at her clit.
If she hadn’t already felt her orgasm building, that definitely moved it along. YN felt closer with each slap she felt and she had trouble keeping her voice down. Every inch of her body felt eclectic and sensitive.
“I want you to come for me baby, play with your nipples,” Jungkook said.
Compliance was immediate. The need to reach that high fueled her and her hands were under her shirt pulling on her nipples hard. They were very sensitive so the heightened pleasure came quickly.
“So fucking close,” YN moaned out.
As someone who dreamed of making her cum, Jungkook took that as a notice to pick it up, and though he couldn’t pick up the pace in that position, he slapped her clit harder than he had before. It sent a jolt through her body and five hits in YN’s body spasmed for a moment and she came.
A gasp and soft scream escaped her as she rode out the climax and the feel of Jungkook continued to fuck her. Her hands dropped from her chest, but the sensitivity didn’t stop as Jungkoook continued fucking into her chasing his own high. 
There was no oversensitivity though, his pace helped extend her high and once his hips bucked, he pulled out just in time to cum all over her stomach. YN was still barely coming down from her high.
After a moment of maintaining their positions, Jungkook rolled to the side and rested beside her.
“Shit, that was fucking hot,” he said.
Soft laughter escaped YN. “Drunk me shouldn’t have told you about the spanking thing. I feel like the room is still moving.”
“All the more reason I’m glad you told me about it.”
With the limited energy, she had she slapped whatever body part that was closest to her hand, which turned out to be his thigh, where a bit of his cum had leaked. YN made a face in reaction, causing Jungkook to laugh but not move.
For several moments they lay there with the sole sound being from the TV. It took some time, but eventually, their breathing leveled out and their chests stopped moving so rapidly. 
Once calm enough Jungkook pressed a kiss to her forehead and then hopped out of the bed, leaving YN alone and confused for a few minutes before he returned with a wet rag. He carefully wiped off YN’s stomach and between her legs where some of his cum dripped down to, then his thigh. YN thought he was done until he took the hand she’d touched his thigh with and wiped it clean before pressing gentle kisses to every finger and then her palm.
The woman could have physically swooned from that and it didn’t help with he gave her the sweetest smile.
“You up for a shower?” he asked.
YN nodded and then carefully got up. Her body still felt odd from pleasure so walking was a little weird, but before she could get used to it Jungkook had her in his arms and carried her to the shower that he’d already started. 
There was a bench so he sat her there and adjusted the showerhead angle so it would hit her too. Then he grabbed another rag and got it lathered. Naturally, YN reached out to take it once he directed it towards her, but Jungkook slapped her hand out of the way and waved her up. She did as she was told and the next thing she knew Jungkook was the one washing her body.
Every second of his touch was gentle and despite how sweet the moment was she couldn’t help but get riled up. Horniness hadn’t left her, just dimmed for a moment. Not that she planned to act on it, but then Jungkook turned her around and the feeling of his dick against her ass sent her over the edge.
While he tried to clean her back YN pushed back into him, her ass grinding against him in slow circles. As seconds ticked by - and she felt him harden - she pressed against him harder, until he dropped the rag and his hand was around her throat. Another thing drunk her mentioned.
“I was trying to be sweet,” he whined.
“You were sweet. So sweet, baby. But I need another feel,” YN cooed.
That sweetness exited the moment she said that. Jungkook’s hand on her throat tightened and he moved with her as they continued their grinding. Wet, soap slicked bodies moved as one, both eager and needing each other.
Before either of them knew it YN was bent over, hands on the bench and one foot up as well. Jungkook pushed inside of her, one of his feet on the bench for leverage, and his thrust into her.
It was only the second time but neither was sure they’d ever get used to the feeling. The way Jungkook stretched YN and the way her pussy clung to him so tightly. Each more filled with so much pleasure that YN was wet enough that every thrust could be heard over every other sound. Jungkook played into it by keeping a quick speed just so they both could hear how good they sounded together.
Though he moved his hand when they got into position Jungkook’s hand found its way around YN’s throat again as he pulled her up so her back was pressed to his chest. Her pussy spasmed at that, getting him to adjust his fingers and press tighter. It earned him more of the pulsing and choked moaning for her.
In seconds he came and after a few rough thrusts, YN did too.
Once again they were left with labored breath and shaking bodies. However, they recovered faster the second time and took the time to clean each other carefully, but not go for a third round.
After getting cleaned and dressed - Jungkook in boxers and YN in one of his bigger shirts, something Jungkook insisted on. With them clothed there was no keeping him off her from that point on. He grabbed the snacks, turned down the lights, found a new show for them to watch, and then wrapped YN up in his arms so tight she had little to no room to escape even if she tried.
Not that she tried.
They spent the evening wrapped up in each other and that’s how they were when Yoongi woke them screaming about how he said he didn’t want to be an uncle yet. There was a lot of time spent telling him YN was on the pill and it had been an accident.
There were not enough bribes in the world to stop him from setting a reminder to have YN take a pregnancy test in a month’s time.
But even Yoongi’s theatrics couldn’t stop the glee that Jungkook felt when he saw rumors about them because of the concert. He’d finally made them true.
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wokeupinawalnut · 1 year
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could you maybe pls do the ‘are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?’ With shuri x reader?:) thank you
Meddling in Love
Prompt: are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!? (post break-up au (kind of))
Note: This was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it, thanks for the prompt <3
Warnings: none
Pairing: Shuri x GN!Reader
Words: 1049
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Shuri had tried to be subtle. Really. She usually prided herself on her precision, her effectivity, her elegance. Everything she did and touched showed signs of it. So, she really didn’t know how this disaster had come to happen. But there you were, standing in front of her, fuming with anger, because Shuri had been sloppy.
Sloppy.
That’s one thing, she never thought she’d call herself.
But then again, you had always had a knack for making Shuri lose control. She should have known it would happen. It was just so hard to think rationally when all there was on her mind was you with those other people. People who weren’t her. Who made you laugh and got to know you. Who dared to touch you. It should be her in their place.
And the worst of it was that it could have been her if she wasn’t such a coward – this whole mess was her own fault, really.
You had given her the chance after all. You and Shuri had always breached the lines between platonic friendship and romantic relationship but when you had confronted Shuri about it and wanted to officially cross the bridge between the two, Shuri had frozen. Like a dear in the headlights. Yes, the irony of it did not escape her – her brother would have a blast, she was sure of it.
So, now instead of being with you in the way she had always craved, you never even saw each other anymore. But Shuri couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, so when she found out you started seeing other people, she had simply panicked.
She wasn’t proud to admit it, but she started …interfering. A power outage here, a closed restaurant after a health inspection there and she found herself knee-deep in trouble. But you didn’t notice her, and you didn’t seem to be too upset about the dates not working out anyway, so it was fine.
She didn’t know why it had all gone downhill so suddenly this time. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked Okoye of all people about you. Maybe she should have caught the quirk in her lips when she told you about your date. Maybe she should have caught the glint in her eyes when Shuri had shrieked, “A second date?” But either way she probably should not have left in such a mad rush to put a stop to it all. She definitely should not have gotten so obviously involved and ordered the lucky Dora who had caught your eye back to the palace personally.
It really had only been a question of seconds for you to confront her.
So now, there you stood in the door to her chambers, eyebrows drawn together and lips pressed into a tight line.
“Why did you need her?” you demanded.
Shuri stumbled a step backwards, rubbing her neck, swallowing heavily. “I- I don’t know what you mean.”
You scoffed. “Please, Shuri. You have an entire active unit of Dora at your command, and you want me to believe that you needed the certain one I was on a date with for some silly task?”
“Well…” Shuri grew flustered.
“Wait!” Your eyes widened. Shuri was not sure whether to be terrified or relived that she did not need to come up with an excuse. “Are you sabotaging my dates?!” Definitely the former, the princess decided. “All those things… The power, that stupid restaurant, that malfunctioning water fountain… That was you?!”
Shuri’s wide eyes and the way she was wringing her hands, told you all you needed to know.
“I can’t believe it! You really were sabotaging me!”
“Sabotaging is a bit of a strong word…” Shuri tried a small grin.
“Is that so?” You raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Please, enlighten me. What would you call it?”
“Meddling?” Your unimpressed expression made Shuri shrink in on herself. She sighed. “I know it was wrong, I’m sorry.”
Your rubbed over your forehead, clearly frustrated. “I just don’t understand.” And when Shuri made no attempt to explain, you added. “I thought this is what you wanted. I asked you to go on a date with me and you ran. It was you who avoided me the following days.”
“I know.” Shuri whispered.
“I thought you hated me,” desperation laced your voice, “I thought I had messed up forever.”
“I could never hate you.” Shuri looked up and into your eyes. She took a step closer to you. “I messed up. I was so afraid to mess up the future that I ruined what we already had. I was stupid and I am sorry. I want to make it right. Please. If you still want me to, I would like to make it right. I couldn’t bear it to lose you.”
You watched her for a moment, jaw set but eyes infinitely soft. Eventually, you crossed the final step between you and gently cupped the side of her face. Shuri’s heart was about to jump out of her chest.
“Shuri, you will never lose me,” you said softly. “Just… Just don’t ever shut me out like that again.”
Shuri finally released a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “I won’t, I promise. Not ever again. I just want to be with you. These last few weeks without you were torture.”
She looked at you with so much longing that you knew, you didn’t need to doubt her. You smiled softly and only found it in yourself to nod before you rested your forehead against hers for a couple of seconds, finally finding peace in her presence.
“So,” Shuri smiled nervously when you finally pulled apart, “Would you like to go on a date with me then?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Depends…” you answered and raised an eyebrow, “Do you plan to include some of your little surprises?”
Shuri feigned a very earnest expression. “No more sabotaging on my part, I promise.”
“Good,” you grinned and reached for her hand, tangling your fingers with hers and giving them a slight squeeze. “Then you should better come up with something quick. I was planning to be on a date all evening, it’s only fair that you jump in now after you decided to ‘meddle’.”
And who was Shuri to argue with that?
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tabithian · 1 year
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So that Thing where Dream basically slaps all the wards and spells and whatever protective magic he has as his disposal (and in some instances) calls in favors for more on Hob and Hob's home to keep him as safe as he can possibly be from anything or anyone would might hurt him?
(With or without Hob knowing?)
Hob doing the same with him.
Like, obviously the incident with Lady Johanna Constantine where Hob is always ready and willing to throw down for Dream?
(And that, okay, that is like. The thing where Character A has to pick Character B up and carry them away from a confrontation/fight because the Always Ready To Throw Down factor.
Which is both amusing and novel for Dream because the people Hob's willing to fight for Dream include Lucifer Morningstar and while Dream has no doubt Hob is entirely serious about fighting the literal devil for his honor sake he'd really rather Hob not.
Because immortal or not, unable to die or not, just.
No.
But the fact Hob would just because the two of them are friends is...something.
Dream being who/what he is, most people beings who know him he's more than capable of taking care of himself.
Not that Hob doesn't think the same, but still. Always ready and willing to defend Dream, because "friends."
Yes.
"Friends.")
Okay, but back to the thing with Hob (intentionally or not) slapping protective wards and the whatnot all over Dream.
Like.
It starts from a place of friendship, simple enough little things like wishing Dream well when they had their centennial dates because manners, right?
A general be well, take care kind of thing you'd wish anyone, reflex almost, so that's the start of it.
As time goes by and Hob goes from thinking of Dream as a stranger to his Stranger he's like.
Out there living his best life and is sure to already have a few old wive's tales and superstitions tucked away in his head, right. Whether he puts a lot of stock in them isn't the point, it's more that he carries them with him because he thinks they're a little amusing/funny can't entirely find it in him to discount them entirely.
(Something a family member or other friendly ace told a very young, very small Hob once upon a time meant as a comfort or kindness in the face of a world so much bigger than he was. Simple little things to hold in a small bit of comfort from a family member telling him about them or some other friendly face in a gesture meant to reassure that stuck with him.
Those years between their meetings/dates where he's out living his best life and whatever old superstitions/beliefs he already has/is introduced to over the years meant for protection and such, and he just.
~Happens to think about Dream - who definitely isn't human and certainly doesn't need ridiculous regular old Some Guy Hob defending his honor protecting him?
But.
That doesn't stop Hob from thinking about him when he happens across some new/old wive's tale or superstition that's protective in nature, even if it's just in a "Eh, can't hurt kind of way," the way people sometimes do like when they toss a coin in a fountain and make a wish and don't really think about it afterward.
That kind of thing.
But also!
Hob maybe meeting a few supernatural people/beings over the years - whether he's aware of it or not. Collecting favors here and there in exchange for helping the even though Hob always insists it's not necessary, really, he's just glad he could help?
That kind of thing and that slips to the back of his mind because he doesn't intend to call said favor in.
(What does Hob need with it, really, because he's a simple man when it comes down to it, and anyway, he has a new friend now!!1! :DDDD)
And then the thing with their argument and a missed meeting/date and Hob being all :((((((((((((( at Dream's apology for missing the meeting date and explanation as to why.
(And perhaps Hob wheedles/charms what information/details he can from Matthew he can because of course Dream isn't going to tell him everything, it's Dream.)
Which is when Hob is like.
Hmm.
Because however old he is, he's still just.
Some Guy, right?
And since Dream came back into his life at the New In they have regular meetings/~dates/not-dates more than once a century - more like once every few weeks, then once ever couple, then at least once a week, unless something crops up to do with Dream's work or Hob's own, and then they usually make up for it the next time they meet up, so it evens out.
Point is, they see one another more often now, and Hob still wishes Dream well and to take care at the end of the night, of course he does, they're friends.
But as time goes by he slips up - more often if they're at his place for a drink and private conversation/watching a movie or just. Enjoying one another's company and wanting a moment of quiet and such?
And Hob will just. Do that Thing where you absently drop a kiss on your loved one's cheek in passing, or a hand on his shoulder, or ~hands brushing.
It's nothing, really, and neither of them really notice because oblivious idiots in love who are also oblivious as hell, but.
(Poor Matthew watching all this with his own two eyes, and Lucienne giving him this Look when he and Dream get back to the Dreaming after one of Dream and Hob's ~Friend Meetings like "Oh, I know," because really.)
Dream isn't just Hob's Stranger anymore, he's Dream, so.
All those unconscious little old wive's tales and superstitions Hob has tucked away in his head somewhere? But also, okay, also.
Hob knows people who like him well enough to him a favor, has all these old favors saved up he never intended to call in.
(Wouldn't call them in for his sake, because he's still a simple man at his core but for Dream? Absolutely.)
So.
Little charms and whatever that he passes on to Dream in the guise of a gift to a friend and so on. Little protections and whatever he can manage and as always there's Hob's willingness to Throw Down for Dream's honor Dream at the slightest provocation?
Dream might not need it, but it doesn't change the fact Hob's still ready and more than willing/determined to protect his friend because no else is.
(Oh, there are people who love Dream who absolutely would, but so many are constrained by - in Hob's opinion - ridiculous/bullshit Rules and Laws and the complicated area of being Dream's subjects and so on.
Meanwhile Hob will just straight up fight a bitch if they look at Dream wrong and deal with the consequences later, so.
Yes.)
So Hob slaps Dream with every bit of protection he can after the mess with Burgess and everything he learns about that in case something happens/because he loves Dream and wants him to be as safe as he can possibly be, right?
I I love the idea of him and Johanna being friends Because Reasons - and he wheedles/charms/barters a favor from her in the form and shape of something more potent/useful than a coin tossed into a fountain and a wish and all that intended to protect Dream.
Dream's not a complete idiot, can feel what Hob's done over the years, what he's doing now.
Just.
Before it always felt like, idk, a warm hug on a cold night or a favorite scarf, soft and warm and comforting.
Charming, all those old wive's tales and superstitions with Dream's well-being in mind from a ~friend.
Because Hob.
So he's used to the feeling of them wrapped around him and he stopped thinking about them consciously a while back.
(Will have these moments where he takes comfort from them, though, that Hob obviously thinks wee enough of him to care, put intent behind all the well-wishes and so on.)
Doesn't even notice when Hob calls in his favors and so on and hits him with them because they just feel of Hob, is the thing. Friendship and ~love and so on he's had from the man for years - centuries - and it's just the way it is, you know?
But then!
Some Incident or fight or something and where Dream should have come away with more serious injuries/maybe not at all he's standing there like "..." because he finally gets it.
Realizes what Hob's done over the years, all the protections and whatnot he's covered/wrapped Dream up in (his love chief among them) the way he's done with Hob, and it's just.
That oh moment, after which he goes to see Hob and they do the awkward do you/you actually do like-me like, don't you? moment.
And then smooches and the whatnot, and so on?
But, uh.
Yes.
:D?
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