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swingbakuraryou · 9 months
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(If your memes don't expire, saw these and was curious)
Rhino: Is your muse wanted for something? What item do they value most? What is the bounty on your muse's head? (If they have one.)
Hornet: How patient is your muse? Are they easily perturbed? What sets them off the easiest?
Antler: Does your muse hunt? What do they hunt if they do? How often do they go hunting? Are they for or against it? Where do they go hunting?
I'm also kinda curious if he hunts for meat, sport, pelts, money, tradition, etc - IF he hunts. Kinda surprised that wasn't on there.
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RHINO
"You're only wanted if they're confident that you've committed a crime. The Chief sure ain't helping me, and I sure ain't helping him. After all these years, he's made it clear that he doesn't know how to do his job well. But there's a little promise for him, the second he starts doing his job, I'll give him a little treat. But he won't get the whole prize until he's done. Compared to the other heads in town, I'm worthless, but to him it'll feel like winning the grand prize at the races." HORNET Showgirl: Ryou? He's as patient as a saint! He'll wait for days even months for the right moment! I think for one run he waited almost 4 months before grabbing the goods, and it was so worth it! All of us girls were so thrilled when he brought us those silks! Also! Also! He's always sticking up for us! He's always trying to be a gent even with the worst customers. Band member: I don't know if its patience or silently fuming. All I can say is stay the hell away from him when he has a hammer or a knife in his hand. Aka if he's making props on one side of the stage, you're working on the other side. He won't flip on ya, but its the energy that radiates off of him. Server: Swing's our cute little song bird, but his patience or more so tolerance, is poison. That smile might as well be a bite that slowly burns through your veins and by the time you start feeling it, you're already a dead man walking.
Jake the barman: That pisser has the worst temper in the whole god damn facility! Just a few months ago he trashed the entirety of the props store room! What set him off? Who the fuck knows. And if the wrong person so much walks through that door, forget the show and the music, the whole restaurant will turn into a battle ground. It only take one special person to mess with one of our staff and the idiot goes from lazy ass lap cat, to a spitting viper. And to answer your question, his old man sets him off the fastest. That man ain't allowed within 4 blocks of his place. He'll even letters from him is enough to send Swing into a mood that makes him look like he's ready to burn the entirety of downtown to the ground. He also doesn't fucking sleep, and he doesn't, he's worse.
ANTLER
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"You wanna come, darlin'? We can go fishin'. I like trapping small game too. Mostly squirrels, rabbits, stoats, groundhogs, a few birds. What do I use them for? Meat's pretty good. Sometimes the fur and feathers can get a good price. The bones make good projects. Antlers are nice too, especially right after they fall off. Why? Getting out in the forest feels nice. Ain't no one around to yell at you or frame you, the only thing you're fighting is against nature and the animals around you. If I die out here....It's probably because of my own damn fault and I'm at peace with that possibility."
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spikesbimbo · 3 years
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Pairing: Aran Ojiro x f!eader
Tags; big strong greek god aran (like 7ft tall in his human form), sacrilegious undertones(?), oral sex f!receiving, body worship f!receiving, possessive tendencies, size kink, anal fingering spit, snowballing, dacryphilia, choking, kinda angst at the end
wc:4k
a/n: happy birthday to my man!! And thank you for help with the header pic !!! @selfishwitch​
18+ Minors DNI
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Your body splayed out across his, arms wrapped around his neck while his large hands held you close, leaning into him as you didn't care anymore, finding comfort in his warm body and cozy scent.
The warm air putting you at ease, eyes peeking out to see the many flowers bloom before you. If you were to die you'd rather do it here than the place you called home. So dark and dreary, always so foggy and gloomy, but here the sun was always shining though the clouds, golden light shining alluringly onto his skin, a place fit for a king.
“Aran, sweetheart.” His honey-like voice breaking you out of your trance. “That’s my name, so why don't you say it? His tall frame leaning into yours, head craning down into your neck as his eyes meet yours before you could look away. “I already told you that you could, are you still scared of me?
“N-no, i ju-. I'm just…. nervous.” You softly stammered out, quickly divertering your eyes from his, afraid you'd get lost in them as you adjusted yourself on his thigh. Legs dangling on the other side as you tried your hardest to ignore his almost naked body. His ivory robe wrapped loosely around one of his broad shoulders, and tied around his slim waist, not looking like he cared if it fell off.
“You okay? You look a little dazed. Don't worry love, m’not gonna eat you up like they said I would.”
“wh-” As if he read your mind, rumors spreading around your town. Never thinking you would get selected to be his yearly offering, your ‘family’ quickly throwing you away to appease the gods. 
His hands covered in gold up to his arms rested on your back, taking up the whole space as his thumb worked its way up and down, not knowing if he was making sure you wouldn't fall from so high up, or reassuring you.
”So,” you started, halting your words. Anxious feeling filling up in your chest as reality set it, remembering you were a sacrifice and not just his companion.
“So what?” he continued, leading you on. Summery eyes still set on you as if he was watching your every move, feeling so little and insignificant under him. Clinging onto him like a child as the fact remained in your head, ‘he could drop you if he wanted’. His realm towering over your city and town, trees looking like grass as you finally got the courage to look down.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“What am i going to do with you?” He lightly chuckled into your temple, teeth smiling white as the clouds his throne was resting high above, skin glowing as his eyelashes fluttered so heavenly, the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on. 
 He looked like an angel.
“Whatever you want love, m’not going to make you to do anything you don't want to.”
“What do you mean ‘don't want to’?
“I mean sex pretty girl, fornicating. You ever heard of it?” He joked as your face curled up into his chest.
“Y-yes I have!” you stated loudly, quickly trying to cover up. Embarrassment rising in your face at the thought of doing it with him, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself even more.
“So what happened to the others?’ You said trying to get your mind off of it, hoping he didn't notice the way you were squirming on his lap.
“The others?....” Seeing what you meant click in his head as he tilted it. “They can choose whether they want to or not, then I send them on their way. Why my love?” A smirk appraising on his face, heat rising in your body at the word ‘my’.
“You thought I drained them dry and burned them up? The tease in his voice had you flustered, “Unfortunately, humans' heads always come up with the worst thoughts, fear always plaguing in the back of their mind. Even going as far as to do this.” knowing he was referring to you.
“Probably because they're not immortal.” You muttered under your breath, remembering the first time you've ever seen a god in real life. Playing with them as a child, not knowing the difference until one day you were running around in a storm, no one caring to tell you that the violent winds would knock your tiny body off its feet. 
Meeting them at the usual place, the cliff on the coast of the ocean, dancing in the rain with no cares in the world until they stumbled, fear replacing the untroubled, joyful look in your eyes as you saw them fall off the rock. Body moving on its own before you knew it, reaching your hand out, but it was too late, both of your bodies falling many meters down onto the jagged waves and rocks below. 
Grateful that you loved the water, as your body once again moved on its own, muscle memory making you break the surface of the water, voice immediately screaming out for your friend as soon as you caught your breath. 
Not even knowing you were injured until you saw the red stain surrounding you, eyes burning from the salt and the heavy rain drops landing in them as you tried your best to keep them open. Catching a glance of your only friend washed up on the shore, head bloody as they were limp above the sand.
Doing your best to swim up to them as your leg could barely move, finally crawling up to them with all your strength, almost gagging at the sight before you. Head cracked open as your trembling little hands did their best to put it back together, shock overtaking you as their eyes suddenly opened, standing up like nothing happened. Comforting you as they saw you were a shaking mess, asking why you were still bleeding , not knowing the divide between you until that day.
Coming home to your family berating you, saying at least it wasn't your face, knowing they could still marry you off for money. Afraid of death due to that day along with heights, never going above sea level again. Scared by just the thought of it, the reminder scaring you mind, but of course fate would turn out this way, sadly laughing at the thought.
Again as if he could read your mind, his hand traced your damaged skin, understanding your thoughts and comforting you at the same time. Lucky you got sent to such a man, no, a god. Glad to let him use you as he needed, the only one who's ever cared enough to listen to you in your life. 
Letting a little whine out as his hand brushed your inner thigh, involuntary jerking in his hold, grinding against him as you felt him grow harder against your back. "Can I?" he asked, eyes laced with need.
Remembering that this was the usual for him, remembering that you were just his plaything at the end of the day. Lip quivering as your eyes fluttered closed, unsteady hands moving towards your hips, pushing your tiny little makeshift skirt to the side, almost matching his.
"Stop."  
You froze in place. His hands meeting yours, pushing them to the side. Standing up as he took you off his lap, setting you back down. Him resting below you as he gently grabbed your jaw, burning cheeks cooling down. "Look at me, " His soft voice said in a tone that didn't take "no" for an answer. “Look me in the eyes while I undress you.” 
Letting go of your jaw as you listened, his hands moving; pulling off the sash around your waist, the ghost of his touch making you shiver. Eyes locked with his as his head rested on your chest, undoing the knots on your shoulders, the sigh of the top melting off of you. Clothes pooling around your ankles, nipples growing hard at the open air.
"-don't hide yourself."
HIs soft voice coming out in a command, not knowing if you even had control over your body anymore. Shyly lowering your arms, body exposed. The feeling being new, the first man to ever make your heart race this violently, his touch lingering on you.
He was the god and yet here you were getting worshiped, on his knees before you as you were on his throne, large calloused hands resting the weight of your legs as he spread them open, placing open mouthed from your ankles up to your thighs, lips following the scar, almost trying to prove a point, that this was the only difference between you two.
Trying to muffle your moans, skin so sensitive to the touch. His hand feeling like fire moving up to your cheek, thumbing it before tracing his finger over your lips. Freeing them from your teeth, wiping away the blood as he brung it back to his lips.
Not knowing that you were the only one could ignite such reactions from him in such a short time, making him the greediest he's ever been. Defying his own logic, becoming a hypocrite by wanting to snatch you up and lock you away, keeping you all to himself. Not even asking if you were anyone else’s before his hands roamed all over your body, not even waiting to find out. Knowing right now he'd probably snap and take their lives for touching something that was his.
His.
The thought sounding nice in his head, spreading the rest of you short lived life with him. Waking up to see your pretty, entrancing smile every morning, knowing he could easily get his way. Wanting to hear his name fall from your pretty lips, your voice so sweet and soft, wanting to make you feel relaxed enough to not call him the formalities that he's never believed in.
Stopping before your entrance, wanting to drag it out to make you completely crumble into his arms, working for it as he should. 
His hands encompassing your tits, soft lips following him as well taking your nipple between his teeth after leaves countless kisses on them. Groping and squeezing the other one as his tongue flicked your nipple back and forth, so hot and wet, finally getting you to release those pretty whimpers he knew you had as he once again towered over you. 
His free hand resting on the side of your tummy making it twist, feeling so small and puny under his lust filled gaze as his cold eyes turned warm after meeting yours.
Lowering himself onto his knees once again, releasing your tit with a lewd, wet pop sound, body shaking as he placed his face right in front of your aching cunt. The tip of his tongue parting your slit, kissing it so passionately. Kissing everywhere but your clit, licking and sucking every part of your body but the part that needed it most, so neglected that just his breath could make you cum, not even being touched. 
 Hips trying to best to grind, to get any kind of friction as his hands held you down, not even seeing him flex his muscles to do so, remembering that the only thing you were ever told you were good for had all the attention of a man of power that could take out as many people as he wanted. Sitting back and relaxing the best you could, wanting to be good for him as he'd been to you.
Letting out a squeal as his nose touched your clit, trying your best to not cum as he let out a chuckle, sighing as he pulled away.  “Guess I need to move further huh? Needy little thing.” He whispered into you. The soft tease from his voice making you clench around nothing, ashamed that you got off on the power difference, referring to you as a thing, as humans were just pests in the gods eyes. 
Knowing he definitely saw as he was still on his knees, hands moving to cover your face. Not knowing if his ego could get any bigger but he swore it did, having you right  in the palm of his hand. Thumbs parting your folds as his fingers teased your entrance, whimpers leaving your cracked lips as you tried to muffle them with your hands, teeth sinking into your flesh once again.
“You want my fingers, pretty girl?” he asked, voice thick and deep from arousal as he watched you lift your hips, unable to answer as you face contort in a whine. 
“....Got it.” 
So pliable as you easily gave way thanks to him. His middle finger stretching you out, the feeling so hot as he was curling it inside of you, finding out your body with ease like a second nature to him. Growing uncomfortable as your thighs were getting sticky and wet, feeling spaced out and dizzy at just his finger. Worried about how you were going to take him, pushing it to the back of your head because you were here for his pleasure, not yours.
Rubbing your clit in circles faster until you're coming all over his hand, dripping onto the seat under you. A sob escaping your lips as he doesn't stop, fingers continuing to thrust into you, stopping once he's had his fun with you.
“Came so pretty for me.”  He cooed, admiring your already so blissfully fucked out state.
Raising his soaked lips to yours, spitting your own cum into your mouth as he pushed his tongue in there. Lapping it up as your mind went foggy, legs beginning to tremble while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling away.
“Just hang on, you're being so good, so good for me, ” Moaning as his fingers replaced his tongue.
“Shh, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” He murmured, trying his best to control his voice while looking at the sight of you lying there, eyes fluttering as they rolled back.
“Its getting dark, love.” he said breaking the silence. Picking up your limp body, bare as the day you were born, muttering out, “I'm taking you to my home.” The sun shining less, sky getting a deeper shade. Seeing the marble and stone pillars surrounding you while he closed the sheer curtains, slightly blocking your view as he set you down on the plush bedding.
“m’gonna make it dirty…” you whispered, legs shifting as you thighs slid together.
Not being able to care less, wanting you and your body so wet and needy for him that he'd need a new one. “I don’t care, my love. Just lay there for me, okay?”
Watching as you crawled to the center of his bed, letting your body collapse. Legs opening as your back arched as, face landing in between the soft ivory pillows. Gritting his teeth moving lower, lifting your thighs up. Moving them out of the way to bury his face into the softness of your ass. Running his thumb down your clit, so swollen as you twitched underneath his finger.
Placing kisses across your ass, the tip of his fingers making their way into your holes, trailing his mouth over your slit. Choking out with a whine embarrassingly loud as you arched your back even more. “Not today my love, wanna see your pretty face right now, wanna see it twist and turn.” 
Flipping you over, placing featherlight kisses all over your face down to your shoulder.  The jewelry was the only thing remaining on his skin, his robe discarded to the side. The gold complementing his perfect body on display for you as he reached over to the stand, grabbing a jug of wine. 
 “C’mere”, wrapping his arm around your middle, pulling you up chest to chest with him, feeling his heartbeat as your head looked up to him. “Drink some,”
Your head resting on his hand as it was tilted back, taking a slow sip from it, some slipping past your lips, falling down onto your chest. The burning feeling making you antsy and jitterish.
“Don't worry, I got you.” Not giving you a chance to respond as he pulled the bottle back.
Tongue tracing the red and purple liquid, lips taking their time moving up from your stomach to your chest, kissing every part of your body that was stained. Taking your nipple into his mouth once again, sucking the wine off of your breasts while you were squirming under his touch.
He grins, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, his fingers teasing the other. The stinging feeling he left behind as he moved on from your neck, finally reading your mouth, thumb tracing them before pouring more wine into your mouth, this time catching it before it spilled, lips meeting yours as he kissed you drunk.
His smile was thoroughly charmed, not just the liquid he was savoring, but your nerves and humiliation were being swallowed up too. “You trust me?” His teeth shining under the moonlight, the glow looking like a halo around him. Nodding out a simple “yeah.”. 
The heat radiating off of him as he hovered over you, your skin erupting in goosebumps as the warmth grew in the small space between you two. His lips meeting yours slow and controlled, still full of greed and passion while his hands roamed over your body with need.
“S’gonna hurt, love.” he muttered, trying to hold back a groan as his tip barely made its way in, legs spread as far as he could get them. Locked around his waist as he wanted so desperately to bury himself in your soft chest, but the thought of missing your face pulled him away.
“Fuck…”
The feeling of finally sliding his cock into you is unlike anything he's ever felt in his long life. Letting out a gasp of breath as he groaned above you, sinking you down pitilessly onto his cock. His hands ‘gently’ gripping your waist, your knuckles turning white as they clenched onto the fabric underneath you. “...hurts”
“Shh… s’okay. You’re doing so good, feel so good. So wet for me, gonna fuck you so good, love. Gonna make you cum over and over again, gonna fill you up.” he cooed, hands finally settling onto your thighs, resting there as he waited for you to get used to his length. The burning feeling quickly growing numb at the thought of not being enough for him, tears welling up in your eyes at the pain and need.
 “a-aran.”
He leans in closer to you, pride blooming in his chest, pressing your sweaty and slick covered body into his. “Hm, love. You okay?”
Nodding hesitantly while your eyes look over his shoulder. “m’not gonna break. I- wa-. No… I need you.”
Kissing your forehead to control himself. “I know you won’t, what d'ya you want?” Wanting to confirm what he thought he heard, hands getting impatient.
“Want you to fuck me, want you to use me,” The needy whine of your voice going straight to his cock.
White shining through his lips. “ I got you, love,” he said leaning back, taking a firmer grip on the top of your hips so he can slam back into you. Voice shattering as you squeal, back curving while your body tires to run away at his brutal pace. The sound of his balls wetly slapping against your ass and his hot breath are the only things you could hear.
“Ah, ara- cant , I-I-, can--”  His face beaming at the incoherent words coming from between your lips, knowing he was dumb fucking you dumb. One of his hands moving from your thigh, up to the base of your neck pushing your head down into the pillow. 
“Feels good? Gonna tell me how much you love my cock?” He groaned, hips getting faster.
“I--ah, hngh, ara-, I-- it f-feels so good, ah, so good--”  Your eyes fluttering shut, trying to stop your tears. “Hngh, p-please,...ple-!” 
“Please what baby? ya’ gotta tell me, or i won't know.” he taunted. Slowing his thrusts down with his pent up effort, making you miss the feeling of his cock bruising your walls.
“please, wanna cum, ple-, ngh, w-wan-, please, I--” You whimpered, hands reaching up to his chest, nails leaving imprints behind, nervousness overcoming your face that you left a mark on a god
His eyebrows furrowing as he leans into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you mine,” he breathed heavily into your ear. “I’m gonna show everyone, show the whole world below us who owns you. Who’s the only one who can fuck you like this baby, who can have you cross eyed just from the tip, huh? Tell me.”
“You!” you sobbed, more focused on meeting him halfway, more desperate for his cock, than answering him.
His tight grip on your hips, keeping you from kicking and jerking. “Huh? What was that?” He whispered, fucking you like he was competing for you. 
“Im gon-, m’gonna cum.” Body jiggling under him as his frame blocked your view, the only thing your eyes could see was him.  
“You just take it, don’t you love? You take my cock like that's all you were made for. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? You gonna let me stuff you full? 
Vision going black and starry, head drowning as your body felt like it was floating. Feeling him shove himself into, whining as he let out a sinful moan. “Fuck. m’so close. So close because of you, such a good girl, ” Body shaking as he fucked you into overstimualtion, grinding against your clit with each thrust.
“Mine, all mine.”
Hips stuttering and stalling as his balls were flush against your ass. Spilling inside of you and digging your fingers into his arms. Cock still hard even after you clenched around it, cumming onto him again and the bed sheets beneath you with a choked out moan. 
Thighs trembling as your body was so eased, sleepy and content. Focusing on the feeling of him stretching you out, and the internal feeling as making him proud. Slowly relaxing until he flipped you over on top of him, laying down. His cock slipping slightly out, the feeling of his warm cum escaping leaving you painfully empty.
Collapsing on top of him after your body gave out entirely. Only being able to breath as you felt his hand rest on your lower back. Turning your head to see his eyes closed, seemingly as worn out as you. The night sky being painted in the background, wondering how long you've been at it. 
But as your mind came back to yourself, you realized that you would never be his no matter what the circumstances. Closing your eyes one last time after admiring his face for what sempt like hours, the comfortableness growing as you drifted off to sleep in his big warm arms. Knowing that he'd be more than likely gone when you woke up, wiping your tears one last time.
 You’d done your part.
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tyremarbles · 3 years
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Post-Race McLaren Strategy Analysis
Foreword: Y’all know me, I try to make sure I know everything I can before I actually say anything, and this analysis took me nearly 5 hours last night. I didn’t go to bed until like 3am because I was so busy double-checking all my facts lmao. Special thanks to @imthebadguyyy & my dad for being my test readers :)))
During the Dutch Grand Prix Race Session this past Sunday, September 5th, 2021, McLaren made some strategy calls that presented as the team favoring Lando over Daniel. The opinion that came to light was that McLaren were making Daniel into the secondary driver, which is something he had come to the team in hopes of avoiding. This opinion, while it is a valid one to express, isn’t one that holds much water when you zoom out from the context of that set of radio transmissions.
McLaren is a midfield team. They aren’t focused on winning the championship; just on getting the highest place they can in order to get the most money. Their best chance of doing that is by ensuring they get the most points out of each race.
Despite the fact that Lando has been with McLaren for five years now, he isn’t their number one driver; McLaren doesn’t have one. They can’t if they want to maximize their opportunity for points. What they can do, though, is prioritize whoever is consistently delivering the better results on a week-by-week basis. Thus far, that driver just happens to be Lando. Which makes sense, considering that Daniel is just starting to really feel comfortable in the MCL35M.
Lando has felt more comfortable in the car over the course of the 2021 season. An obvious explanation for this is that Lando has been with the team since 2017, where he signed as a Junior Driver, and has had much longer to adapt his driving style to the car. This is Daniel’s first year with McLaren. His previous seasons have been spent, for the most part, in a RedBull-designed car. Even when he was at Renault, it was expressed that the cars handled very similarly to a RedBull. The MCL35M, as he has expressed, handles very differently than what he had grown accustomed to, and doesn’t particularly seem to fit his driving style. As the 2021 season has progressed, however, Daniel has shown he has made progress in adapting to the car.
Comparing qualifying results to race results, Daniel has consistently started further back on the grid. This puts him at a disadvantage from a points strategy perspective. The further back you are, the harder you have to work to gain places over the course of a race. I’m not saying he’s incapable of gaining those places back; he’s shown quite the opposite actually, most notably in Portugal and Austria this season with a 7-place jump from 16th to 9th and a 6-place jump from 13th to 7th, respectively. What I am saying is that if you’re not comfortable in the car, or you’re at a track where overtaking is nigh-impossible, or you’re already close enough to the points to get there on your own, team strategy may not fall in your favor.
But despite his difficulties adjusting to the car, Daniel is in no danger of dropping off and playing second fiddle to Lando like you all suggest. Daniel is a talented driver. If he wasn’t, would he really still be in the sport after a decade? Would McLaren have followed him for years, determined to add him to the team? His move to McLaren, while still in its adjustment period, is one that’s beneficial and positive for all parties involved. Lando may have talent and skill, as clearly shown by his F3 Championship title and frankly outstanding performance the past couple seasons (4 podiums, a front row start, most consecutive points finishes), but he’s still very young. This is only his third year in Formula 1, and he’s only older than me by three years. Compare that to Daniel, who’s been competing in Formula 1 for ten years now, was a driver for one of the two top teams for over half of his career (7 years, counting Toro Rosso), and placed 3rd in the WDC for said team twice in 2014 & 2016. Do you seriously think that McLaren gives him a multimillion dollar paycheck because they want him to play racetrack bodyguard for Lando?
Bringing in someone like Daniel, who has years of training, skill, and knowledge, and an invaluable perspective on not only racing, but on one of the title contenders, is a major asset to all aspects of the team. Sure, he may be new to McLaren, but he is a long way off being new to racing.
Was the strategy this weekend arguably a hot mess? Oh, absolutely. But it wasn’t a one-team phenomenon. Strategy overall this weekend has been all over the place, and I kinda see why. We haven’t raced at Zandvoort since 1985, when the track itself and the cars were much, much different. You can’t really go off of race strategy from the mid-80’s when the track did not include the bankings it currently has and when the car and tyre specifications have changed drastically. Everyone was basically flying in blind.
What the teams could rely on, was all the data they were getting from practice sessions (even if every single one was red-flagged at some point). And the data that McLaren was receiving likely suggested that Lando would be a stronger contender for points, based on comparative lap pace alone.
Over the course of 18 laps in FP1, Lando’s lap time was quicker than Daniel’s by 0.402s, or an average of 4/10ths.
Over the course of FP2, where Lando ran two more laps than Daniel, Lando’s lap time was quicker than Daniel’s by 0.669s, or nearly 7/10ths.
Over the course of 19 laps in FP3, Lando’s lap time was quicker than Daniel’s by 0.232s, or an average of 2/10ths.
During Qualifying, Daniel actually had the faster lap time, pulling an even 0.24s on Lando, and only just squeezed his way into Q3.
The gap between Lando (P13) and George (P11) was 0.074s. That is a tiny gap to cover, and had there not been a red flag to close out Q2, I feel like Lando could have easily cinched a Top 10 start.
During the race, did the strategy of McLaren look as if it was all being done in the favor of Lando? Yes, it kinda did. But when you look at things like race pace, tyre degradation, and what other teams are doing, it’s not necessarily difficult to see why. Over the course of the weekend, Lando consistently put out faster lap times and gained three places on his own during Lap 29, when the three cars in front of him all decided to pit at once. And yes, Daniel did pit first out of the two McLarens, but he was going to have to do so anyway. He started the race on the set of Softs he ran during Qualifying, and Lando started on Mediums. Mediums last longer than Softs. Later in the race, it looked as though Lando had the pace to push past the Alpine cars ahead of him & Daniel, so a call was made to basically switch the two of them around. From what I saw, this call is what made people the most upset. I, as a big fan of both drivers, was also upset at the time, as it felt strange to not just have Daniel try to gain places he was already closer to. But the longer I put thought and research into this analysis, the more I think I see what they were trying to do.
Had this moment of strategy been implemented a few laps earlier, and had it gone according to plan, Daniel could have held off Checo until Lando passed them both (making it a P9/P10), then followed Lando until he got around Esteban and then try and take his shot as Esteban as well (which could’ve given them a P8/P10 or P8/P9). At no point does this potential line of strategy truly favor either driver. Now, obviously I do not work for McLaren and have no true insight into their plans, but this is simply what made the most sense. Have the driver who’s already there hold off the car in between until the other driver can overtake/pass, and then have the first driver follow behind until there’s an opening to make the same move on the next car. Easy points, easy money!
But, mistakes were made. That call came much too late for it to truly work, and that’s just the risk they had to take. At the end of the day, it was not a call made to screw Daniel over, or to play favoritism to Lando. It was simply what could’ve been a good call made too late for good execution.
[I made some graphics to aid my own thought process and I’ve stuck them under the Read More for y’all to look at if you want!]
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Bestie pls can I have some Chameron headcanons?? I'm desperate honestly it's a problem. You don't have to btw.
bestie. of course. my old newsies mutuals may have noticed that i do this thing where i enter a fandom and suddenly i can only talk about one specific ship, yeah that ship here happens to be chameron and i am always more than happy to talk about them.
let's just do some nice happy headcannons today bc a couple days ago i wrote a fic about charlie leaving welton and i've decided i officially need a break from angst, alright
IN FACT YOU KNOW WHAT let's make them post-welton !!!!!! y'know after all the poets including neil graduate and keating never gets fired as always since that is the canon ending of the movie, nothing bad happens ever.
okay so.
charlie and cameron have been rooming together since year 1, it's kinda the end of an era that they're now both supposed to move into separate apartments and they're both really sad about it but refuse to say anything
you think this wouldn't be a problem for two people who have been dating for a year and shared a dorm since they were children, so they can easily move in together, but this is charlie and cameron communication kings so obviously they're being stubborn and aren't saying anything
and they just spend their last weeks at welton all like
"yeah yeah i wonder who's gonna help you find your stuff when you're not living with me anymore,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,cause like you won't. in a few weeks you won't."
"come on stop studying and talk to me i'm bored" "well soon you won't be able to talk to me whenever you want. because i will be in a different place. like i'll no longer be around 24/7."
"you know you better treasure these last moments you get to see me. cause after we graduate who knows when you'll see me again,,,,," "okay, charlie that's a little dramatic, you're not leaving the country-" "i'll be gone, cam, very soon. forever." "you won't be-" "i mean god knows where i'll be-"
it ends up being charlie who asked (i wrote about that here !) and so we have charlie and cameron sharing an apartment :)
both of them get into harvard because,,, that's welton boys for you of course literally the entire school makes the ivy league. cameron's literally smart as shit he can make whatever school he wants and charlie,,, well charlie has a lot of money.
i'm kidding i'm kidding, charlie's no doofus and attending welton is already a good look for any university, charlie can definitely make harvard on his own if he could survive welton but y'know being filthy rich wasn't exactly a disadvantage
charlie will always show cameron off all like "my boyfriend goes to harvard you know !!!!!!!!" and cameron's like "char,,,, so do you,,,,,,,"
but y'all don't care about who goes where i'm aware of this, let's get into the apartment shenanigans
okay, sharing a dorm for years in welton definitely had its advantages because there's none of those annoying habits of someone's you only start noticing after you're under the same roof, like leaving their clothes on the floor or playing music too loudly, they're already aware of all that stuff, they don't care anymore
they do have their own rooms now, but it doesn't matter a lot because they keep just falling asleep together on the couch.
most of the time cameron will just wake up in the middle of the night and attempt to take charlie to his room but he's learned overtime that charlie will just whine and complain until he stays with him so he ends up just taking him to his own room in the first place
slowly it becomes less "cameron's room" and more "their room", the other room just kinda stays there.
cameron is a GOD TIER cook we'e been over this but somehow they only take advantage of that skill of his on really??? questionable occasions?????
like they'll order chinese from the place down the street for dinner but if cameron wakes up to find charlie in the kitchen at 3 am munching on a piece of toast he'll be like "okay let's make some onion soup."
midnight snacks are for amateurs. here we have midnight meals.
they bake together a lot, though. whenever they find time cameron will just whip out a recipe and they'll bake something together, and they'll be very couple-y and disgusting while doing it too
of course it always resorts in them making a big mess
"charlie. charie stop putting your hands in the brownie mix."
"okay, fine."
"charlie, your hand's still in there, stop it."
"or else what, what're you gonna d- WH- DID YOU JUST THROW AN EGG AT ME WHAT THE FUCK"
then they'll have to spend the entire afternoon cleaning up the kitchen
"what're you laughing about now, dalton?"
"you have flour on your cheek."
"and whose fault is that?"
"stop being annoying, you're cute right now"
"oh yeah?"
"mhm, yeah."
cameron overworks himself a lot and a lot of times charlie will get up late at night to find him still studying
he'll always go up to him like "cam, tf. it's four in the morning. come to bed."
"i just have to get this finished."
"well, okay, i'll just stay up with you until you go to sleep."
"charlie that's not healthy you need to-,,,,,,,,,,oh you're evil, dalton, threatening me with your own well-being."
"damn right i am, now go to sleep."
okay we all know charlie. we know how he is. so it's no surprise to anyone that it didn't take long for him to bring a random stray animal into the house
cameron just comes back from class to see charlie with a tiny ginger car.
"cam, you're back-"
"nope. not happening, take it back."
"hey, it is a she, and i love her now."
"no, no you don't, she's going back."
"i can't i'm attached to her! look at her! she's adorable, she's my new favorite ginger."
",,,,,, okay now she's definitely going back."
she did not go back.
charlie named her arabella and cameron insisted she was annoying and always wanted attention and wouldn't let him study
"hey, you said the exact same things about me and you love me now, give her time!"
"i don't love you right now."
"well, i love you a lot. and i love her too, she's part of the house now."
",,,,,,,god, fine, you're lucky you're my weakness. i'll tolerate her."
one time charlie returned from class to find cameron sleeping on the couch with arabella on his lap.
he never hears the end of it once he's awake
"so, how's hating her going for you, richard?"
"shut up, she's warm."
"so you no longer despise my cat? because she's warm?"
"first of all she's our cat i don't clean cat fur all over the house for her to be your cat and,,,, she's not all that bad."
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spinster-sisters · 3 years
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Thank you. KHJ.
TW: Dom!Jong, Sub!Reader, this isnt exacly a Mafia au its more like it just hints at unlawful buisness practices, i honestly dont know what to put here to describe this, Dollification? perhaps? I dont know if im usuing that correctly, a lot of posessiveness, unprotected sex, general dirty talk stuff the usual, despite the tags its actually kinda sweet (perhaps i just have a fucked up perception of sweet.)
WC: 2.8k
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"Well, Hongjoong it seems you have beaten me again,"
The older man spoke from across the velvet table, placing his cards on the surface. You couldn't help feeling smug on behalf of your lover. You stood up from the corner you were sitting in and made your way over to the table falling into Hongjoongs lap now that the game was over.
"Sorry, I guess I'm just lucky," Hingjoong spoke in a mild tone but his wide wicked smile was enough to show everyone what they already knew. Hongjoong doesn't need luck, he's just that good.
You had been seeing him for quite a while. You started out as a waitress in this very Casino that Hongjoong owned. Nobody really knows exactly what he and his friends do for a living or the legality of it but the Casino was more of Hongjoongs personal side project than an actual job. While it made a lot of money he only ever took up ownership of it because he won it in a game against the original owner.
You had been taken with the man from the moment you laid eyes on him. He radiated confidence and power in every step he took and he had the looks to match. He was absolutely stunning. How your relationship got started wasn't exactly clear but after being his personal waitress for months you ended up in his office with your clothes hanging off the back of the couch.
"How about another game?" The older man asks with a grin. Hongjoong only chuckles. The older man had been eyeing your creepily all night and you looked to Hongjoong, hoping he would understand your discomfort. Your boyfriend meets your eyes for only a moment before looking back at the man.
"No offense sir but you're all out of chips," your boyfriend replies. As he spoke one hand came to rest on your thigh kneading it slightly in his grasp.
"I wasn't thinking about chips. How about something a little more valuable?" He sleazy man asks leaning forward onto the green velvet. Hongjoong was visibly intrigued, the higher the stakes the more fun it is. He raised an eyebrow in a way that says 'im listening.'
"My hotel chain against her," the man replied pointing a crooked finger at you.
You expected a hard no or a "get the hell out of my casino." But one never came. Your head snapped up to your boyfriend's face and to your disbelief, he was smiling. He was still gripping your leg as tightly as before but his hand was inching up the bare expanse of your leg. Hongjoong only waited a moment before responding.
"Let's play,"
You felt your gut drop through the floor as the game began you felt your hands start to shake in your lap, you knew better than to talk during a game but you wanted to scream at Hongjoong for putting you through this. It's not like you weren't confident in his abilities, of course, you were. But that isn't the only factor in card games like these, at a certain point it is simply luck of the draw, and while Hongjoong certain was lucky today could always be the day that luck would fail.
The game was nearing its conclusion and you could feel your palms sweating endlessly. The dealer spoke for the final time,
You watched in fear as the dealer began distributing cards to the two men. You were squirming helplessly in your spot on Hongjoongs lap, enough so that he had to pull you against his chest to keep you still. After looking at his cards your boyfriend placed a reassuring kiss on your temple but your nerves weren't settled, just what the man sitting across the table had in mind for you, you didn't know and you didn't want to. You didn't understand the game well enough to draw any conclusions so instead, you just watched as the game unfolded.
In true expert fashion, Hongjoong held the perfect poker face, not revealing anything in expression or body language. But the old man was all too telling, though his face did not betray him, his body was telling the story of utter confidence. Fuck.
“Reveal your cards,” he told the man. He sat up straighter with a smug smile before revealing his impressive hand on the table. Indeed, you didn't know much about the game, but you knew that your odds were slim right now.
“Come on Hongjoong, show us your cards. Not everyone can win all the time.” The greasy man poked at Hongjoong. You didn't dare look at Hongjoongs face, you didn't know what you would do if he looked upset. Slowly Hongjoong pulled the hand resting on you from your body and used it to reveal his cards. It took a moment for the room to react.
“Wipe that stupid smile off your face Hongjoong! You cheated and I know it!” The older man slammed his fist on the table making you jump, Hongjoong remained composed. Relife at the realization that your love won flooded through you as the younger man waved over an assistant, who sprung into action bringing over a stack of papers.
“Calm down sir. we both know I didn't cheat, I don't need to cheat to win. Now I believe we agreed that the ownership of your hotels now belongs to me?” the papers were placed in front of the man she stared in abject horror at them.
“There is no way I am signing these!” he cried out.
“I think you will find that you are. Trust me, sir, I am not the kind of man you want to get on the wrong side of.” Your boyfriend spoke, reclining back into his chair and pulling you with him. The man gauped wildly at Hongjoong before begrudgingly signing the papers and sliding them across to him. He lifted you from his lap before standing himself. Motioning for his assistant to take the papers Hoongjong turned to the man one final time.
“What's so funny!” you snapped, glaring in his direction. He was lounging against the kitchen counter.
“Make an offer like that again and I ruin you even more than I already have.”
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You stomped into the kitchen later that night. You could hear Hongjoongs calm footsteps behind you, but you ignore him and swing the fridge open at took a swig from a bottle of water. You were practically slamming the door closed when you heard your boyfriend's amused chuckle.
“You are doll face,” He said through a giggle, “Getting so worked up over nothing.” Your glare hardened.
“Oh, so you think risking your girlfriend in a bet against a disgusting old man is nothing?” you threw back, taking another swig from your water.
“It's not a risk if I knew I was going to win.” He replied calmly, resting his head on his hand.
“So you were cheating?” you replied with disdain.
“Nope,” he replied, popping the “p” in emphasis, “As I said, I don’t need to cheat to win.” Your anger was only rising with each of his careless words.
‘Why would you even say that?” he asked almost childishly. You were stunned. He took your hand that was braced against the counter and led it to his lips. They placed fluttering kisses from the tips of your fingers to your wrist. His other hand began to gently cradle your hip.
“God Damn it Hongjoong! Do I really mean that little to you? Am I really just another bargaining chip? All you care about is yourself and I am over it!” You were screaming now. It wasn't your intention but you were so fucking mad. You dared to meet your boyfriend's eyes, expecting the same nonchalant look he always carried, but instead his bemused smile had dropped into a deep frown.
In a start he pushed off the counter and rounded on you, you stubbled backward onto the marble and his arms came around to cage you against the cool surface.
"You are the most perfect thing in my life, baby doll. Can't you see that?" He continued barely above a whisper.
All too quickly his hands went from slow and steady movement to feverish, like he couldn't touch enough of you. His lips were crawling up your arm and shoulder to your neck. He wasn't kissing to make marks, instead, it was quick pecks to every inch of your skin and you instinctively allowed him more room. All your anger was forgotten as his hands roamed you freely.
From where they began on your hip they had moved from your lower back to your butt, around to your tummy, and up to your chest each time taking care to caress every inch of you. You had become putty in his grasp, practically melting into the cool countertop, your eyes already glazed over and releasing soft noises.
"There she is, my little doll," Hongjoong mumbled with a quiet chuckle after observing your flushed face. His free hand reached up to cup your jaw, pulling your lolling head back to meet his eyes.
"You are still unhappy with me dolly?" He asked with a deceivingly innocent look in his gaze.
"No," you mumbled, wanting to feel the gentle pressure of his lips on you again. Hongjoong giggled freely at your wanton face.
"No," he mumbled, "my little doll doesn't know how to be upset with me does she?"
You shook your head no. How could you be mad when you could still feel the buzzing from everywhere his hands had touched. You had always bent so easily to his will and this time was no different, but you trusted him completely so it was easy to let go.
Two hands gripped your thighs suddenly. You let out a small yelp only to silence yourself, good dolls don't speak unless spoken to. His fingers dug into the flesh for a moment before cupping your thighs and nudging you up onto the counter. You followed through and pushed yourself up, spreading your legs enough so that Hongjoong could slip between them.
He was still kneading your upper thighs when he connected your lips. Hongjoong has such perfect lips and he knew how to kiss you exactly how you wanted. He was guiding you gently through the motions of the kiss, taking his time from pecking you gently to a slow precise kiss to pushing past your lips and exploring your mouth freely, all the while inching further up your legs till his hands were beneath the hem of your dress playing with the waistline of your underwear. In one quick pinch on the soft skin, he signaled for you to lift your hips enough to pull them off.
"Your already so wet baby doll," he hummed into your lips while his finger brushed your folds. "Always so ready for me. Always so good."
Your bottom was now connected to the cold counter but your body was heating faster than you could feel it. Two of his fingers gently prodded into you, slipping into your hole with ease. His firm grip on your leg kept you grounded as your hands reached out to his biceps holding on for dear life. Hongjoong had always enjoyed playing with your cunt as much as you enjoyed feeling it, he loved how silky your walls were and how they wrapped around his fingers so perfectly. He slowly pushed in and out of you at his own leisure, occasionally scissoring you open in preparation.
"You feel so nice down here dolly, so warm and wet. Almost like you were made for me" his breath fanned over your face as he spoke as he was still so close to you. His eyes were drinking in every tiny shift in your expression, your eyes were shut tight but you nodded frantically.
"Awe, you're so sweet. Wanna tell me something? Go ahead," Hongjoong cooed.
"All yours," feel past your lips in a quiet moan.
"I know doll, my most prized possession." You opened your eyes to beam at him and he gave an affectionate smile in return. His hand suddenly pulled out if you're almost bringing a whine past your lips but you held it in. You could not stop the pained expression as he was watching your face so closely.
"Don't worry doll your gonna be filled up soon." He chuckled as he spoke, pulling away from you enough to unzip his frighteningly expensive suit pants and pull his length from his boxers. Despite the sight being familiar, you blushed madly, remembering all of the times he fucked you before brought you anticipation to a new height and you could feel more wetness seep out of you onto the counter.
Hongjoong bunched your dress up around your hips and quickly pulled you to the edge of the counter and into his strong arms. Your hands came to rest in fists on his chest. One of his hands came down to grip his dick, pumping himself a few times spreading precut down his length.
"Ready to take it like a good doll?" He asked smirking at your expectant face.
"I am," you mumbled with a small nod. To focused on the desire for him to fill you up to say more. It took little else for him to thrust into you completely. There was a stretch, as there always was, but the gentle pain was only a reminder of your purpose. To take all he was willing to give you.
Hongjoong never restrained himself with you as there was no need. It only took a moment for him to build up a rapid pace and you wouldn't have it any other way. He was gripping your hips tightly keeping your body flush against his thrusts. You were twitching around him already from the stimulation he had already given you and your gasping breathes match his own soft grunts of exertion perfectly.
"Does my baby doll like it when I use her like this?" He spoke through his deep breaths. You squealed in both embarrassment and affirmation.
"This is what you love, to be used however I want, whenever I want. You really are the perfect doll." He huffed, angling his hips in just the right way to have you panting open-mouthed. Your eyes and lips were glossy with tears and saliva but you didn't care, and to Hongjoong you never have looked more beautiful than you did right at that moment. With a groan he reattached himself to your neck, pecking up and down your jugular showering you in praise.
He was pounding into you relentlessly. Hongjoong always took such good care of you, but in times like this, he allowed himself to be selfish, to use your little cunt as much as he pleased, each time forcing himself deeper and deeper into you. At times like these, he recklessly chased his own high as much as it brought you closer to your own but right now he honestly couldn't care less if you came, you would take it anyway and thank him afterward like a good girl. You could feel each thrust with deadly precision as he railed into you. It was hard to keep quiet with this kind of treatment, because as selfish as it was it still felt so good and every stroke reminded you that you were his.
Your head was positively spinning and you could feel your stomach tighten. Clearly, Hongjoong felt it as well.
"You gonna come dolly? It's ok, I'm getting there as well. Gonna fill you up so well, and you're going to take it so well aren't you." His pace was uneven as he spoke through his grunts. Your walls were clinging to him so perfectly as if you were destined for this.
"Yes, I will! I'll be good, I promise," your hands were clinging a little too tight to his shirt for you much money it cost but just as your sentence concluded you felt yourself snap. You bit your lip to keep your noises contained as waves of pleasure crashed through you and it was only a few more moments for your pulsing walls to pull Hongjoong's orgasm from him. He continued thrusting madly as each movement ripped more pleasure through your body and his cum was shooting into you in ropes keeping you full. It wasn't until Hongjoong felt the pain of overestimation himself that he pulled out.
With barely a moment to catch his breath and adjust himself, he had already sprung into action. You collapsed onto the counter without his support and you could feel his cum dripping out of you as you lay without the strength to move. A few moments of panting later Hongjoong returned to his place between your legs with a damp cloth to clean you up.
He chuckled breathily between your legs and looked up.
As he worked you twitched and mewled with every gentle movement between your oversensitive legs. At one particular stroke of the towel directly over your clit you cried out.
"Joooong!"
"Sorry baby, I know it hurts but what kind of man would I be if I didn't take care of my things," he asked flashing a million-dollar smile. As he finished his work he looked up to meet your eyes.
"Now, what do we say?" he asked.
"Thank you,"
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bonny-kookoo · 3 years
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Soulmates (JJK x Reader) ☁️🔞💜
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✨ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
✨ Genre: Angst, Breakup AU, Idol AU, Smut, fluff/romance
✨ Warnings: Breakup, crying kookie because that needs to be a warning, arguing, shouting, some mean things being said, safe sex because we wrap it up even if we’re sad friends, vanilla sex, it’s just basic lovemaking y’all what do you think this is, hopeless romantic Jungkook, jk is super bad expressing his feelings and kinda petty
✨ Summary: Jungkook always told you that you were his soulmate. But sometimes, soulmates aren’t meant to be, are they?
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Jungkook had a nasty habit.
And it was that every time he thought he was right, he became selfish. And no, not in any cute kind of way. He would start to chase his own tail in a sense; completely blocking out any kind of other opinion than his on a topic. It lead to the shouting match you both had now; his voice considerably louder than usual, a whine to his tone that in no way was intended to be charming. No, the way he drawled out certain syllables was to only further make sure you knew how upset he was.
"What do you want me to do!" He yelled, looking at you with a gaze that you knew could easily guilt-trip you into giving in. But this time he needed to be an adult, you needed him to understand your side of the situation as well. "I can't just make everything disappear and make everyone forget my face." His eyes were still hard. "They'll figure it out anyways, I don't get why we have to hide it anyways!" He groans out, as you sigh, a headache incoming.
"Because it would be the end, Jungkook." You argue back, voice however in no way as loud and stern as his was. "I'm not telling you that you have to be an actor onstage, but I'm asking you to leave our problems and arguments Off-Stage Jungkook. Everyone on twitter got concerned why you were so serious during your stage!" You said. Because this had been the main issue at hand. He have had a concert just a few hours ago, but you weren't able to attend it. The reason had been that some staff members forgot to pick you up from the airport due to some problems that had come up last minute. You had been understanding, simply ending up taking a cab to yours and his shared apartment, watching his performance via livestream instead. He'd sounded upset over the phone, frustrated even, yet you had tried to reassure him that it wouldn't be his last- you would always be there the next. What did upset you however, was how he had been openly upset onstage about it. He seemed agitated, serious, and not his usual self, which had lead to not only his bandmates scolding him, but also you. You had simply asked him to remember that fans couldn't know what happened away from the cameras. They didn't know, and they had no hand in it either- he was being unfair by punishing them with his behavior. But his habit of growing hostile when critic got too personal blasted everything out of proportion, now ending in the situation you had in his kitchen.
"Well, I'm not gonna go up there and be all happy while I don't even know if you're safe!" He barks back. "You're just as important to me as the band, as my job, can't you appreciate that?" He whines, and your eyes become even more upset.
"Jungkook, I do appreciate it, but it's also what I'm scared of." You say, and he furrows his brows. "You can't do this Jungkook, please. I told you I can wait, I'll wait forever, but this is a limited time. I want you to enjoy it fully, without responsibilities, because they'll be there soon enough. I want you to be with your band 100%." You say, and he suddenly grows quiet.
"You sound like you're breaking up with me right now." He wonders across from you, his voice now eerily low and considerably less loud and angry. You can't look at him.
"I don't know if I should." You answer him, and his eyes suddenly widen a bit, glistening as the tip of his nose turns red. He's close to crying, you know it. But you have to do what's best.
"Don't." He says, hands balling into fists before he nervously wipes them down his sweatpants, suddenly on edge. He's always like this whenever he's unsure of what he's supposed to do. It's quite endearing, if it wasn't because of such a matter. "You- We'll find a solution, I shouldn't have, you know, gotten so upset-" He starts, but you shake your head.
"Please, let's just.. not." You mumble, and you still can't look up at him. "I'll uhm.. I'll sleep on the couch, okay? I try and be gone tomorrow morning." You say, and only now do you move, trying to get out of the kitchen, as he suddenly embraces you from behind, his large body shaking as he struggles to form a coherent sentence through his tears.
"No no I didn't mean it-" He apologizes, even though there is nothing there to say sorry for. "I'll be better, I'm sorry, I won't do it again-" He chokes out, but you hesitantly grab his hands, trying to unravel his arms around you. He holds on tight, like a toddler not wanting his mother to go and leave him alone. It somehow feels just as heartbreaking to you. "Don't go, I'm not letting you, please stay.." He begs, and it reminds you of a tamper tantrum your friends kid held in a store a few weeks back.
"Jungkook please, don't.. don't make it so hard." You say, trying to be brave but ultimately failing as you have to swallow hard to keep your own feelings locked. At least until you're alone. You finally manage to get out of his hold, as he stands before you, eyes red and cheeks wet with his tears as his bottom lip trembles visibly.
"Are- you serious?" He asks, voice higher in pitch as he struggles to keep it steady. "You'll leave me alone like that?" He almost accusingly says, and you sniffle.
"You're not alone Jungkook, you're never alone. You shouldn't even be here, you should be sleeping at the dorms like you used to. I'm just pulling you away from the band, and its not fair! I have no rights to do it, I'm being selfish, I'm now interfering with your work as well, Jungkook, don't tell me you're this blind." You say, as he looks at the floor, caught red handed.
Jungkook dries his nose on his sweater sleeve as he swallows. "I'll.. go and sleep at the dorms then. You uhm.. can take the bed." He mumbles, as you nod, even though you probably won't be able to. "Are you.. will you.." He starts, and you nod with a sad smile.
"My promise still stands." You say. "If you'll still want me then, I'll wait until this dream is over." You say. He nods, biting his lip as he grows unsure again. He doesn't know what to do, if he should hug you, or not, kiss you, or not, hell he doesn't even know if he can look at you now. So he simply nods again, shuffling away as you stay put, listening to him putting his shoes on, as the door shuts after he leaves.
Only then does it hit you.
And only then, do you let yourself cry, sob as you scream and fall to the ground, letting it out.
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As he sits in the living room he once felt so familiar in, he notices how alienated he feels. It's awkward as Jimin and Suga look at him, unsure what they should say. Only now does Namjoon come into the room, surprised to see the youngest. "What's going on?" He asks, and Taehyung gives a bottle of water to Jungkook, as the youngest mumbles his answer.
"We broke up." He says, and everyone seems to grow sad at it. They really liked you, even though everyone had been wary at first; you had proven to them however, that you were genuinely in love with Jeon Jungkook, and not only the Jungkook of BTS that made headlines if he only did as much as sneeze in public. His money didn't matter to you and neither did his fame- yet they had all feared this outcome. "She said uhm.. she doesn't want to interfere with my work so.."
Suga nods at this, and sighs. "Mature choice." He says. "Shows she cares about you." He concludes, as Jimin seems to want to argue. Jungkook shrugs. "But I think a lot of it came from you." He speaks, as he looks at the youngest, who furrows his brows. "Think about it. It was your choice to spend your time at your private apartment rather than here so you could be with her. You get upset when she doesn't text you, and fuss over her if she gets hurt." He explains, as Jungkook suddenly feels as if he's being scolded again, huffing as he slids into the couch with frustration. "But that's who you are; you invest yourself 100% if you find something that makes you happy." Yoongi puts his phone away.
"That's totally helping, hyung." He grumbles out, as Jimin throws one leg over the other.
"I think what he's trying to say is that you have to find a good balance." Hoseok says as he sits down as well. "You always give it your all, and thats great, but it wont work long-term. Split your time equally, make space for a piece of everything instead of trying to carry it all at once." Jungkook sighs, as he feels his eyes sting again.
"Well, doesn't matter anyways." He huffs out, as his voice chokes up again. "Guess at least PD-Nim will be happy." He grits out before he begins to cry again, everyone at loss on how to comfort the youngest of the group.
Jimin chimed in at that, gently scolding the youngest. "Now thats unfair." He says. "He's not gonna be happy over you being upset Jungkookie." He scolds, and Jungkook looks down at his hands in his lap.
He knows hes being petty and childish right now. He knows things like these happen. He knows that you love him, and that you're probably just as upset as he was.
But he was heartbroken as well.
And he hates it.
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It takes him a while to figure it out.
It takes him to break down during a concert in front of thousands as he realizes its the first ever since your breakup; as he remembers that no, this time he won't go home to his own apartment but he'll share a room again. He won't be rubbing his sweaty hair teasingly on your neck to hear you laugh and yell at him to stop. He won't be getting to hold you through the night after he'd made sure you both felt close and satisfied before he'd fall asleep with you.
It takes for him to cover a heartfelt song with your name on the tip of his tongue, making fans fawn over the emotional tune in his voice as he let's go of his pent up feelings through the only thing he knows he's good at; music.
But he eventually figures it out.
BTS is granted a small hiatus, a moment to breathe, as he immediately knows what he wants to do with the time he'd been gifted. He visits his parents, tells them about you and his plans, and feels even more motivated as he finally returns home into his private apartment, previously owned by him and you. He wonders how many nights you'd fallen asleep in front of the TV waiting for his live concerts to be shown. He sits down, grabbing his phone, as he calls your number, secretly wondering if you've changed it.
You didn't.
Nothing is being said at first, until he speaks. "Hey."
"Hey." You answer, unsure.
"I've made time now." He says, and you sigh on the other side of the line, saying his name as you're ready to argue, before he stops you. "No no no not like that, aish.." He runs a hand over his face, hair longer now as he thinks about what to say next. "Long term. I.. Yoongi-hyung said that I'm merely growing up, and that that includes changing, but-" He starts, and his voice is a bit raspy from slight overuse from recording another cover earlier that day. "I wanna grow up with you, not away from you. I wanna change, but I want to change right next to you I-" He stutters a bit as he grows nervous. "I don't want to wait until this dream ends Y/N.." He says, throat closing up as he thinks about how you maybe changed your mind. He can't give up like this, though. "I want to live this dream with you." He finishes, and its quiet for a moment. Until he hears you sniffling.
"You're stupid." You say, and start to laugh as he does too.
"Where are you right now?" He asks, and you sniffle again before you can answer.
"Crying at Hangang bridge, what about you?" You chuckle, and he smiles at no one in particular.
"Can you.. Can I pick you up?" He wonders, picking at the ends of his sweatpants' strings. You agree, and he gets up immediately, grabbing his jacket, a mask, and his cap as a disguise.
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The door hits the wall with a loud noise, making Jungkook hiss a bit as he's a bit startled by the noise, before he simply resumes in kissing you feverishly, not caring much about any damage might done as he closes it shut behind him. He slips out of his shoes and picks you up with ease after you've discarded yours as well, stumbling a bit with you in his arms as he laughs on the way into his bedroom, your arms safely around his neck in fear he could drop you.
He'd never.
He makes sure your back meets the mattress softly as you both shuffle out of your jackets, his cap meeting the floor somewhere as he unhooks the mask from behind his ears, the fabric having been moved to rest under his chin anyways, simply to be able to kiss you silly. He shrugs off his coat as his hands help you to throw your shirt over your head, his body crawling over yours as his hands move over your skin. He's in heaven, absolutely insane for your touch as your cold hands slip under his oversized carhartt shirt. He wonders for a moment how he could ever make it work without you, without your presence, your touch, your love and care for him. He's happy he doesn't have to, glad he was able to pull you back towards him, as he leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck, carefully cupping your breasts until he unhooks your bra, helping you discard the piece of underwear before he places a few kisses on their bare skin as well, relishing in the feeling of them, warm and soft in his palms.
"I love you so much." He mumbles onto your skin as if to tattoo the words underneath it, to keep them safe inside your flesh never to be forgotten by you.
"I love you more." You humm against his lips as his meet yours, his grin making his eyes crinkle at the sides as he helps you get him and you out of the rest of your clothes. He moves away for a moment to get a condom, before he jumps back on the bed in a manner that's almost too childish considering what you're about to do, but somehow it's so undeniably Jungkook that you simply laugh, closing your eyes as your head falls into the wrinkled bedsheets below.
"Impossible." He answers a little late, as he slips on the safety over his length, kissing you again as he carefully slips inside you, breathing out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your warmth around him. "You feel like home." He humms out, a rough grunt escaping him as he begins to move his hips, years of dancing experience making it easy for him to find a rhythm perfect for you both. You still smile.
"You're so cheesy." You huff out, as you look at him, his hair falling downwards as your hand instinctively reaches for the back of his head, pulling him onto your lips again, hooked on his taste as he needily bites your lower lip, sucessfully opening your lips to grant him access. A younger, more innocent version of him would've thought of this sloppy and intimate way of kissing as weird and maybe even gross, but his current version couldn't care less. He'd do anything to feel close to you.
So he doesn't care that your juices make your bodies slippery, that his sweat starts to collect on his temples, or that the sheets underneath you two would probably have to be washed. It doesn't matter, because he's with you, he's holding you' he's inside you- nothing could make him stop now.
When he reaches his climax, spiling into the condom inside you, he reaches between you two, inked hand finding your most sensitive spot as he eagerly moves his fingers over it, making your whine and whimper as you come undone as well, clenching around his sensitive cock as he breathes heavily, letting his head rest on your shoulder as you both take a moment to collect yourselves.
He laughs after a moment, slipping out of you with a slight hiss at the sensitivity, before he heavily rolls onto his side, taking a deep breath before he groggily heaves himself into a sitting position, discarding the condom before he flicks on the bathroom light with a click, the sound of gushing water soon filling the apartment as he filled the bathtub with warm water, carefully opening a drawer where some of the bathsalts and soaps were kept, before he puts some in, gentle smell meeting his nose as he smiles softly. He tucks some of his hair behind his ear as he steps back into the bedroom, corners of his mouth still turned upwards as he spots you still laid out on his bed. "Come on, let's take a bath, yeah?" He humms, as you smile sleepily, letting him carry you into the bathroom where he sits you down in the tub, returning into the room after he'd put the sheets into the hamper in the bathroom, and put new ones onto the bed, ready for when you both would return.
He steps into the tub, sitting behind you as he leans back against the cold tiles, you in his arms as he sighs. "I mean it, you know." He says as takes the loofah from the side, gently moving it over your arms as he carefully cleans your skin. "I'll balance it out better. I promise-" He says, as he moves your hair away from your neck over your shoulder, kissing the top of your other. "I'll be better. I promise." He concludes, before you move, turning around as you return his soft gesture, moving the soapy sponge over his skin as well as he watches you with fond eyes.
"Okay." You say, and almost laugh as his eyes widen, brows shooting up into his hair as he grins, moving forwards to hug you tight, uncaring for a moment that the water slightly spills off the sides, making him look at it in surprise for a second, before you both laugh as he lathers your face in sloppy kisses.
"Thank you!" He repeats. "Thank you- thank you- You won't regret it, I'll be good, promise!" He says, and you smile at him.
You know he's gonna keep his promise.
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You're happily chewing on your snack Jungkook had bought you earlier, as your head rests on the crook of his neck, your legs thrown over his lap as you sit on his thigh, his hands clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard as he adjusts some stuff. He'd invited you to spend some time with him at the studio, only if you wanted to of course, and he did tell you it would probably be boring. You disagreed, even now- sure, you weren't doing anything, but it was interesting to see him produce songs. He clicks to save his project, before he shuts down his computer, leaning back in his chair as he groans, head falling backwards. "Done?" You ask, and he shakes his head.
"Not quite, but I shouldn't be working anyways." He says, as he pulls his phone out of his jean pocket, checking something before he playfully slaps the side of your bottom. "Alright, up up, we have a camper van to pick up and some bags to carry love." He exclaims, and you smile. He'd decided after a bit of brainstorming to take you on a small trip to jeju Island, having managed to get in contact with some people to be granted access to a more private campsite, so he could spend his small trip as safe as possible with you. He'd post any picture of the scenery and him later, after the trip- he knew how easily his fans could pin point where he was from past experience.
As he locks the door of his studio, he walks down the hallway with your hand in his, mindlessly, as if it's second nature for him to hold it anywhere he goes with you. Its charming, how he doesn't even notice he's doing it anymore.
He even opens the car door for you while he talks, again not noticing it at all as he simply continues what he's doing, driving you both to your now officially shared apartment. He'd had a talk with his bandmates about him and the dorm life- and they had all agreed that it was okay if he wanted to move in with you. As long as he'd spend enough time with them to not end up growing apart again, they were fine with it. After all, he was growing up, and that also meant for him to grow more independent.
He put the bags into the back of his car, a rented Palisade, as he drove you both to the airport, the plane you both board taking you to Jeju in a mere hour. A cab takes you two to the rental service where the campervan was already waiting for you two. He smiles as he moves everything into the van, thanking the guy providing some explanations on how things work, before he sits in the drivers' seat, you climbing in beside him on the passenger seat. He grins for a moment before he turns on the engine, driving off as you smile as well.
You don't know how the future is gonna go for the two of you. You're sure this wasn't the last hurdle you would be facing, but you're more sure than ever that you would manage it somehow. You'll make it work. You know that.
Because at the end of the day, you're still his soulmate. And they'll always find a way to be together.
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Thank you for reading everyone, and please stay safe and healthy!
Love, Bonny. (C)2020 Bonny-Kookoo. Please do not repost, translate, or edit my content. Thank you very much.
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ms-indifferwnt · 3 years
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I'm Cold
"I'm cold"
"And?"
"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"
"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"
In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up
Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn
Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)
Word count: 1.9k
Notes: Chapter 1 of I'm cold
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The whole room went quiet at Prince Donghyuck's words, even his parents stood agape, Y/n herself was starting in disbelief mouth slightly open "Y-You're highness?" She asks "you've mistaken"
Donghyuck laughs and stands up, reaching to hold her hand "Really my love? Are you that mad?" He lifts her hand and kisses her knuckles softly, smiling softly and lovingly but Y/n knows that there was something underneath that charming smile "I know that you don't want the secret out yet but I can't just stand back as my parents force me to live someone else when the love of my life is right behind me"
Y/n still couldn't get over how Prince Donghyuck was acting and why was it directed at her "but My Lord-" she was cut off by a smiling Prince squeezing her hand a little too hard
"It's Donghyuck, my love." He says as a matter of fact "we've had this conversation before, remember"
She was still shock and Prince Donghyuck held her hand tighter, "play along" he whispered that even she has thought it was her imagination, in all honesty, she should've denied it, she should've said no but if she does the prince will be denoted as a liar so instead she nodded slowly and through clenched teeth "Donghyuck" and just like that a big smile graced the princes' nature "are you still mad at me my love?"
She was sure, she hated the prince, pf all the maids of all the people why her? She shakes her head, still staring at the prince
Prince Lee Donghyuck's parents stared in disbelief at the scene "For how long?" The queen spoke, looking at their intertwined hands "why didn't you say anything Hyuck?"
Prince Donghyuck's acting was on point, he made an effort to make it look like he didn't want to look away from Y/n and smiled sheepishly to his parents "turning two years on my birthday" He confessed, and looked back at her. She tried her best to not roll her eyes at the Prince's words "She was the one who told me to keep it a secret"
She glared at the Prince, Oh fuck you, she couldn't help but think, Prince Donghyuck smiled sweetly at her "Excuse me mother, your highness" he says and bows to Prince Jeno's parents "I would like to speak to Y/n privately" he motions and she bows to the King and Queen only to be dragged out by Prince Donghyuck
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"Oh thank you" Prince Donghyuck spoke after they were out of earshot, readjusting his suit as he spoke "it was getting annoying on how they keep forcing me to marry" she still hasn't spoken, one cause she was speechless and two cause he still hasn't allowed her to. He looks at her with a raised eyebrow "speak, you're allowed to, you're my fiancé now"
"Fiancé but my Lord-" she spoke and he cuts her off with a "Donghyuck" and she shook her head "You're the prince, Your Highness." she points out and looks at the prince "I can't-You can't"
"And why not?" he asked looking at her, you do know there are hundreds of ladies who would do anything to be my bride"
She sighs and looks up at him "Than ask them, not a maid like me" he smiles amused "is that what you were worried about?"
"My Lord-"
"Donghyuck"
"My Lord, you are a prince, and your bride should be someone who knows how to be a queen someday"
"Tempting, but honestly I'd rather just marry you, I already made an announcement and you agreed, you could've denied"
"Then you would've been a liar!" she yelled and covered her mouth, bowing a full ninety degrees as an apology "forgive me, but I only thought of the royal families well being if you have been exposed, you're whole family would be in trouble"
He wrapped his finger under her chin so she'll look at him "Oh my love, You do know a little something when it comes to royalty"
She pulled away readjusting her dress and looked at the prince as he sighs and nods "Please, Its the modern age and my father is still worried he won't have any heirs, marry me and I'll make sure you, you're family is safe and will get whatever it is you all want"
Anger bubbled up on Y/n's chest at his words, does he actually think that she will agree by that promise? that she could be easily persuaded by money? Yes, it's tempting, she won't lie but not like this, she won't, She absolutely refused. "Do you actually think I can be easily persuaded by that?" her voice was quiet and The Prince looked at her in shock, in all twenty years of his life he has never encountered anyone, much less a peasant to tell him off, it was always Yes Prince Donghyuck, Whatever you say, My Prince "I'm sorry, My Prince but when we return to the kingdom, I will tell the King and Queen the truth" she replies and storms off and out of the room, taking long and careful steps to back to the dining hall, with the Prince at her heals trying to reason with her
"Y/n can't I attempt to make to change your mind?" He asked and grabbed her wrist pulling her so that she'll face him or even better fall into his arms
"My Prince-" she gasped in surprise at the tug spinning around only to collide face-first to The Prince's chest
"Oh my" Prince Chenle's voice was heard and he smiled at the sight "You and Hyuck Hyung are so cute" he gives a comment which made Y/n blush and shakes her head, pulling away from Donghyuck "No wait, Prince Chenle-"
And he just smiles approaching the couple and bowed politely at her "Please It's Chenle when there are no cameras," he jokes and takes her hand in his, pressing a polite kiss on her knuckles "Noona"
A blush covers Y/n's cheeks at the young prince's words "Your Highness-"
"Chenle" He corrects and grins, pulling away from her "Hyuck Hyung, I can't believe you're engaged, you should've seen the look on You're parents face" he slaps his hand in delight "And Lucas Hyung literally started choking when you left"
Prince Donghyuck was quiet as the younger spoke still holding on to Y/n's hand "You found it amusing?"
"No not really," He confessed "I wish the two of you have announced your relationship early, I would've loved to meet the new member of our family," he hums "what were you afraid of Noona? did we scare you?"
Y/n bows her head but didn't reply and Prince Chenle smiled softly "Don't be shy, we're family now" he says and walks back towards the dining hall, leaving Y/n alone with Prince Donghyuck
She looks down at where the prince has her wrist, pulling it away and taking a step back, bowing and following after Prince Chenle
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Upon entering the dining hall with Prince Donghyuck behind her, looking at her from the corner of his eye
"Did you guys fight?" Prince Mark asked and stood up greeting Y/n with a kiss on the knuckles "Hyuck here looks like a kicked puppy" He leads you through the ball with Hyuck sitting on his chair
"Prince Mark" she murmured cautiously as he laughs and shakes his head
"Mark Oppa" he pats his chest and motions to every prince in the room "Lucas Oppa, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, Jisung"
She shakes her head, not wanting to call them by their first name when all of a sudden Prince Donghyuck's Parents stood up and bowed. She yelped "No please your highness, don't bow," she says and shakes her head
"We're sorry, My Child" She spoke "It must be been uncomfortable when we spoke about Hyuck to get a girlfriend when you're here," she reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind her head "Forgive us for being selfish, and causing the fight between you and Hyuck"
She didn't reply in shock and bowed to the King and Queen just as Hyuck goes behind her, holding her shoulders to lead her to the seat "sit down and eat with us"
"Have you eaten, Noona?" Jisung asks as he takes a bite of his meal, he runs his fingers through his hair as he looked at the girl, cheeks stuffed with food
She shakes her head and everyone started ushering her to eat while she sat down on a chair beside Prince Donghyuck "no please eat, I'm not hungry" She looks around but there was no maid or butler around, this won't be an easy conversation later, and a sigh left her lips, playing with the steak In her plate
There was a chorus of whines and groans, ushering her to eat and that she shouldn't be so polite, Donghyuck on the other hand watched her play with her food. He started cutting his steak into small bite-size pieces, grabbing his plate and looking at her "let's exchange plates"
Y/n looked at him, "what?" She asked but it was too late, Prince Donghyuck has already exchanged their plates, the cut-up, bite-sized pieces for her and an untouched steak for him
"I already cut it up," he shrugged and smiled "it's yours"
As the room started to giggle and whisper with the conversation, Y/n took a bite
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The room was quiet other than the pleasant atmosphere of conversation when Renjun spoke "Y/n" he calls making the female stand up on impulse, her head bowed and hands on her lap held politely, ready to answer to what the Prince might ask of her.
Her suddenness made the Prince Renjun stand up as well, thinking he may have offended her only to see her stance and smile "No, No" he says shaking his head and his hands "please" he motions for her to sit "I would just like to ask for a question"
She sits down and nodded "yes of course, how can I help?"
He smiles "How did you and Hyuck meet?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head
Y/n looks at Prince Hyuck and he looks back "at the palace" she answered factfully
"Aww really?" Chenle pouts "boring"
"How else would we meet? She is a maid of our kingdom" Hyuck replied and laughed moving to place half of his baked salmon on to her plate, in an outsiders point of view it looks like Prince Donghyuck affectionately giving half of his meal to his fiance, but in reality, Y/n knows that the prince doesn't eat salmon, being a maid into the family for years she isn't surprised anymore, she nods and takes a bite of the fish
Finally giving up, he returned to eating his meal while Jaemin pretended to be disgusted by the sight of affection in front of him
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Prince Donghyuck and Y/n were walking in Prince Jeno's Family Garden, her hand out touch the petals of the flowers. The royals will be staying the night, Prince Donghyuck's parents have issued for their son and his fiance to stay in one room
"Is that how your future bride will be treated, My Prince?" She started and stopped to bend over and sniff on the Pink Camellias
"Yes, if you become my bride, my parents, my friends, will treat you like this, you your family will never worry when it comes to financial ever again"
"I'm sorry, your highness. But the world, or at least mine, doesn't revolve around that"
"Be my bride Y/n," He says getting annoyed at the lack of cooperation "I promise you, you won't ever regret it"
"No"
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lavendersuh · 3 years
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jaemin x reader | 70′s roller rink au | fluff | 2.8k words 
part of @nct-writers neo’clock event! 
warnings: none
summary: its the era of disco balls and groovy tunes, and you love working at your local roller skating rink. if only na jaemin wasn’t there to annoy you all the time.
note: hi friends!! i recently started roller skating this summer and it’s been so fun!! i finally was able to go to a roller rink (i masked up i promise!) but i wrote this beforehand while i was yearning to go haha. it was so fun and skating makes me so happy. i don’t think i’ve seen many roller skating aus so i hope you all enjoy!!
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“Hey! Will you stop going the wrong way? I have kids learning to skate and you’re getting in their way!” 
You huff out a heavy breath from your exercise. It’s always tiring to teach young kids to roller skate, but you enjoy the smiles it brought to their faces. One day soon they would be able to easily join the adults that waltzed across the shiny wooden floors. 
Your job at the local roller rink is perfect. You love the smoky atmosphere and the big disco ball. You love hearing the latest groovy songs play over the speakers. You love being able to zoom around in your favorite bell bottom jeans and best pair of skates. 
What you don’t enjoy is annoying boys that obnoxiously skate around the rink. 
You look back at the boy in question. It isNa Jaemin, of course. The boy has been the bane of your existence since he came to the rink for the first time a little over two weeks ago. 
Na Jaemin, with his blonde hair and constant grin, always so cocksure about everything. You had to admit, he’s an incredible skater, but you could never admit that to him. 
Especially when he is doing everything in his power to annoy you at the present moment.
“Are you even qualified to teach people how to skate?” he asks, with narrow eyes, “Can you even go backwards?”
You know he’s just teasing, just trying to get a rise out of you, and you fall so easily into his trap every time.
“Of course I can go backwards Jaemin! That’s not what I’m teaching right now though!” you reply. 
“Well then, I can do a demonstration!” 
“Jaemin, no.”
“Jaemin, yes.”
You let out a sigh as you watch him show off in front of the kids. They were a nice little bunch, but they were easily distracted, especially when the distraction was putting on such a show. 
Once again, you knew, it would be a long night.
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Not even a week later, you encounter the nuisance again. Tonight, someone that usually works the food counter called off, meaning you’re stuck making hot dogs and grabbing bottles of cola for a bunch of little kids and teenagers. It wasn’t the worst job, but it certainly wasn’t your favorite. 
Especially since you can’t just skate away when Jaemin comes around to annoy you.
You spot him skating around the rink with a few of his buddies, doing laps around the younger kids. You can’t help but roll your eyes. 
The last you recalled, Jaemin never ordered much from the food counter when he was at the rink, so you assume he won’t bother you tonight. You couldn’t be more wrong.
You were back behind the pretzel machine when someone came up to the counter, ringing the bell to get your attention.
“I’ll be right there!” you call out, “What can I get for you?”
“A second of your time perhaps?”
You whip your head around to see Jaemin standing at the counter, a cheesy smile across his face. His hair is ruffled and wild, and he seems to be breathing a bit heavy from the exercise he was just doing.
You huff as you walk over to him, “Jaem, if you’re just going to annoy me, go away. Do you actually want any food?” 
He doesn’t miss the small nickname that crosses your lips, but he doesn’t have time to think too hard about it. As always, he is on a mission. 
“I wanted to show you my new skates!” he says, moving backwards a bit to show you the new boots, “Nice wheels, right?”
You can’t help the snort of amusement that comes out. The skates are bright yellow, with orange wheels and laces. They certainly will stand out under the glow of the neon lights and the disco ball over the wooden rink.
He starts moonwalking around in front of you, and you can’t help but marvel with a smile of your own at the skates and the silly boy in front of you. He must catch you staring, because he breaks you out of your trance by coming closer.
He says , “I wonder how fast I’ll be able to go in them.”
He bounds off towards the rink, zipping around the people on his new wheels. He looks back over to see if you are watching, causing a triumphant grin to grace his face when he realizes he still has your attention. 
The only problem is, with his eyes on you instead of where he’s going, he nearly runs into an older lady, and quickly diverts his course to keep from crashing into her. His new skates take him directly towards the wall, sending him on a collision course with concrete. 
His fall is anything but graceful, as his friends laugh at him. You also let out a chuckle of your own at the silly boy who will do anything for even an ounce of attention.
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It is once again the end of a long day, and the quiet of the rink surrounds you. The music is turned off, and you’re the last one here, finishing up some cleaning before you finally go home. 
You always loved being the last one at the rink. The roller rink was constantly alive with lots of people, lots of sounds, lots of activity. It was calming to be the only one, skating around the rink with a broom to wipe down the surface. 
As you are making your way around the outside of the rink one last time, you hear a loud noise near the entrance to the building. You can’t help but grip the broom a little tighter, before you see Jaemin come through the door.
He glides over to the opening of the rink, his boombox in his hand. You do nothing but stare as he sets it up on the ground, pressing play before starting to skate. Finally he acknowledges your presence with a casual wave, like he isn’t here after hours or anything.
“What do you think you are doing?” you ask. “The rink closed ten minutes ago, and aren’t you tired? You were here all night.”
You couldn’t ignore the slip up you made, realizing you let it slip that you were aware of his presence all night. You didn’t need him thinking you were looking at him a lot, because you weren’t. Ever. 
“I like skating to my own tunes.” he says, as nonchalant as ever. 
He apparently doesn’t see a problem with the way things are unfolding, and you let out a huff. 
“Oh my god, I’m trying to clean the floor! Can’t you just come back tomorrow?”
“Aw, so eager to see me again?” he smiles as he makes his way to you, “Anyways, I can help!”
He takes your broom, skating around while casually sweeping. You might not have brand new skates like him, but you easily catch up to him, snatching it back.
Why was he even here? Just like you had pointed out, he had been here all night. What was keeping him from going home like the rest of the crowd?
“Go, Jaemin!” you exclaim out of annoyance, “And take your annoying boombox with you!”
His face morphs into a pout at this, “You turned off the music, what was I supposed to do?” 
“Go home?”
You glide over to the portable machine producing the loud disco music, turning off the switch. You manage to pick it up, shoving the boombox towards Jaemin.
“Jaemin, I’m begging you, go home! I can’t clean if you are still here, and I want to go home, too.”
He must see the exhausted look in your eye behind all of your annoyance, because he rolls over to you.
Jaemin grabs his boombox again, “Am I too much of a distraction if I sit on the bench?”
He gestures to the bench just outside of the rink, where little kids often tied their laces. For some reason, he just doesn’t want to leave, so you nod your head. 
He sits down, and turns on his boombox again while doing so. He turns the volume down lower, and looks out at you, jokingly saluting you in a promise to not be bothersome. 
You roll your eyes, finally resuming your cleaning. 
As you clean, Jaemin talks aimlessly. He talks about his classes at the local university next fall, and about how he just can’t figure out how to land a specific jump on his skates. 
While you were reluctant to let him stay, his presence ends up being really nice. His voice is soft as it fills the empty building, and as you both walk out to your cars after locking up, you are grateful to have someone by your side. 
It feels a little weird that you are having nice thoughts about the boy who is constantly a pain in your side, but you ignore the slight upbeat in your heart rate when he bids you goodnight.
You throw him a smile as you get into your car, “Goodnight, Jaem.”
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It is once again a slow Tuesday night, and you are almost about ready to fall asleep at the admissions counter. Every so often you are assigned a shift in the ticket lobby, which you don’t mind typically. On a weekend day, you would be busy taking care of admissions for people as they came and went.
The rink is not busy today. 
And you’re about to doze off. 
You sigh. The one day you don’t have a book or a newspaper or any homework to do. 
You find yourself brushing off invisible dust from your new vest and turtleneck outfit when you hear the door chime, signaling a new customer. You look up from your seat.
Of course, it is Na Jaemin.
“Hey, are you stuck out here today?” he asks, his skate laces tied together to rest over his left shoulder.
“Yeah, it's so boring tonight, kinda empty too, but at least that means you won’t plow into a sixth grader again.” you smile.
“That was one time!” he says, also grinning at the memory.
He pulls out some money for admission and you hand him the paper wristband to show he paid and brought his own skates. Just as he is about to walk through the door to get to the rink, he pauses.
“Hey, uh, what’s your favorite song to skate to?” 
“Huh?”
“Yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck. He tries to explain his reasoning, “Maybe if I play it on my boombox, you won’t make me turn it off.”
You let out a chuckle, “I’ll still probably make you turn it off.”
“Y/N, can you please just answer the question?” Jaemin seems serious now.
And while you are taken aback by the change from his normally aloof demeanor, you clear your throat, “Okay, umm, I really love that new movie Grease, right now. Have you seen it? There’s this one song that’s kinda slow, ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You,’ and it’s really pretty and fun to just skate around the rink to.”
You flush out of embarrassment for the cheesy song choice, but Jaemin nods with a smile. You ignore your traitorous heart reminding you that you had definitely played your Grease soundtrack cassette tape a few too many times since meeting Jaemin. There was definitely no correlation. 
“That song is nice.” he says, before turning away and heading into the rink, leaving you alone at the ticket counter once again. 
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A few days later you once again are stuck at the ticket counter. And finally, your shift is over. The ticket counter was nice every once in a while, but you feel tired of standing there, especially more than once in a week. You much preferred the satisfying exhaustion that came from being on wheels for your entire shift. 
The staff has mostly gone home, even your boss who just needed to lock up the cash office. You had offered to lock up the building after he left, since you felt like skating for a bit before going home. 
There is something about skating on the wooden floor when no one else is around. It is entirely quiet, with the music turned off, just the sound of your wheels spinning., And peaceful, with the air clear of cigarette smoke and loud screams of children playing. It was calming.
Your calm is interrupted by soft music coming from near the entrance. It’s only when you see Jaemin’s face and his stupidly large boombox that you realize what song it is. 
Your favorite song.
You can’t help the goofy smile that spreads across your face as he skates over, leaving the boombox on the ledge of the rink wall, coming over to you as ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You,’ echoes throughout the building.
He’s mouthing the lyrics as he skates to you, his eyes bright with mischief and something else that you can’t quite place. 
“Hey,” he says once he’s finally in front of you, “Can I join? It seemed a little quiet in here.”
For some reason, this flusters you, as you look at his ruffled hair and jean jacket. “Uh, yeah sure.”
With your approval, he begins skating, beckoning you to follow him. The song ends, but starts up again, and you give Jaemin a questioning look.
“I made a mixtape of this song on loop a couple of times,” he says, running a hand through his hair leisurely, like that’s the most normal thing in the world for someone to do. “It’s nice right?”
It makes you smile regardless. The two of you skate around for a bit, simply going around the rink as you would if lots of people were there. It’s comfortable, you realize, with just the two of you all alone. 
Finally on the third loop of the song, Jaemin comes a little closer, and grabs your hand quickly, as if unsure that he is able to do that. You squeeze his hand in reassurance.
It’s strange, wherever this night is going, but you can’t remember a time that you seemed happier to be at the rink. 
“I recall you mentioning you can skate backwards, yes?” Jaemin asks, after a few moments.
“Yes, of course—” you begin, but stop talking when he spins you to skate backwards in front of him, causing you to let out a slight squeal at the change.
It’s almost like dancing in a way, as he pushes the two of you forward around the rink and you impulsively grip his shoulders to make sure you can keep your balance. 
Eventually, the two of you slow down, and he leads a few spins, which sends laughter through the air and chills down your spine. It's hard to believe just a few weeks ago this boy was the most annoying pain in your side. 
The boombox finally goes quiet after its few repeats of the song, and the building is plunged into silence again, as you stand in front of Jaemin with a small smile and a sweaty complexion. 
The neon lights glow around you and Jaemin’s face turns serious. He readjusts his grip on your waist, sliding ever so slightly closer to you. 
“I’m sorry I was an asshole at the beginning.” he says, just above a whisper to be heard by only you, “I didn’t know how else to get your attention. Finally I changed the plan to this, and I think it’s working out better.”
“The plan?” you ask, your brain cloudy from his proximity.
He has the nerve to look bashful, making his face even more cuter, “I’ve, uh, kinda liked you for a while, and I needed a plan to tell you and see if you felt the same.” 
You smile, moving your left hand from his shoulder to his jawline, stroking his cheeky tenderly. Every piece of him that you touch leaves a burning feeling within your heart, and you finally are thinking you know how to fix it.
With a bold move like when he picked up your hand, you touch your lips to his, letting them sit there for a moment. It’s a chaste kiss, leaving Jaemin to decide what to do next.
He deepens the kiss, smiling as he fully wraps his arms around you and keeps you from sliding away by using his toe stops. 
The disco ball overhead isn’t turning anymore, and the music that typically fills the roller rink isn’t playing, but you’ve never found the rink more spectacular in your life. It’s not the atmosphere of the rink that you love, but the people within.
And right now, the person in front of you is your favorite.
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icollectyoursins · 3 years
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Merman Jotaro x Fem!Reader NSFW Part 1
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Honestly. I dream about this often. 9/10 times it’s hot. 1/10 times it’s really hot. It’s not gender neutral, I guess, but it’s not a fem!reader. The reader just happens to have a vagina and tits. I could do a reader-with-a-dick version of this, if you want. This one is very long. Couldn’t stop writing! I am the biggest Jotaro simp and I am not afraid to admit it.
Heads up, Jotaro is referred to it as ‘they’ for most of this, only because the reader doesn’t really know what he’s packing on first glance. Anyway, I hope this is in character because Jotaro is one I haven’t quite nailed yet.
For as long as you can remember the ocean would call to you. After a lot of resource managing and hard work, you finally had enough money to get a boat and a small cabin by the beach, free to escape to the vast blue as much as you liked. Which is exactly what you did today. Someone was a little less than happy to see you in his territory.
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WARNINGS: Dubious consent (dub con), size difference, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play (sucking specifically), uh... tentacle dick? Kinda, two dicks, breeding, mention of kidnapping at the end.
Word count: 2506
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     The smell of the salty air tickled your nose as the mist of small waves splashed your face. You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the railing and staring out at the land. You could just barely see the sand and your little cabin. The rest was blue. A deep, calming blue. The stars reflected on the surface, twinkling pleasantly. Maybe you should go out a little bit further?
   Maybe tomorrow, you were tired from preparing your boat all day. The sun was just starting to set when you finally got on the water. You deserved a break.
   You sat down on a small fold-out chair you grabbed yesterday. It was comfier than you thought it would be and you sank into it happily, curling yourself into it as you stared up at the stars. A long sigh left your lips. Today was a good day.
   A loud splash to your left startled you, making you sit up quickly and run to the source of the sound. All you saw were the ripples it left behind. Whatever it was, it was big. Then another large splash, this time it was accompanied by a thunk on the metal. The boat rocked from the impact, instinctively, you reached for the railing, holding on so you don’t fall over.
   A third splash comes from behind you. You turn around quickly, catching the glimpse of a tail, pure black and big. It banged the side of the boat again, throwing you off balance. You stumbled backwards into the chair, knocking both it and yourself over. The knocking suddenly stops along with the rocking. Silence never felt more terrifying. You sat, frozen by fear.
   Then the bow started to dip and creak. You scrambled backwards hoping to keep out of the water as long as possible. A large, black, clawed hand gripped the front of the boat, then another. Whatever it was, it was trying to pull itself up. Slowly, you were able to see its face the closer it got to you. 
   Sharp, angular features with piercing blue eyes and full lips. Short, black hair messily stuck to their face. They crawled towards you, eyes narrowing with focus the more they tried to fit themselves onto the boat but their weight kept tipping it. You were holding onto whatever would keep you up, unfortunately, nothing was helping and you slowly began sinking towards your pursuer. 
   You tried to scramble your way up to no avail. The closer you got, the less they moved, waiting for you to come to them. They reached out with one of their massive hands, grabbing your ankle then pulling you towards them. What happened next was a blur.
   Arms wrapped around your torso, holding you close to keep you from struggling. Whoever was holding you was massive, significantly stronger than you, easily trapping you and pulling you into the frigid waters. The salty sea stung your eyes as it whipped around you. Then, just as you were about to blackout, you were pulled to the surface again, gasping for breath. 
   You pushed against what you assumed was a rock sticking out of the water because of the sting against your back. Your arms were pinned down as your attacker shifted himself so your legs were under them. They were cold and wet; slimy. As your eyes gradually focused, you saw fully who this thing was. 
   Glaring down at you was some kind of half-man, half orca or shark mix. Their arms up until the elbow were black, then faded to a light flesh tone. You couldn’t quite see the rest of their body, but you imagined the rest was similar. Light skin transitioning to a pitch black. Bright blue eyes started you down, full of rage and confusion. 
   “What are you doing here?” A low, rumbling voice boomed from them. You struggle to speak, unable to think straight with this whatever it was on top of you. Their eyes narrow at you, threatening you without words. You continue to stutter and attempt to free yourself from their grip which only tightens, claws digging into your skin. They snarl, face getting closer to yours. “What are you doing here.”
   “Ah! I’m just- nnf- I didn’t do anything wrong!” You gritted, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. “I was just trying to relax, I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.” Their lips pulled back, baring their teeth slightly. It was at this point that you noticed that they were... well. Hot. They were hot. “Who are you?”
   They glared at you, deciding whether or not to answer and you felt yourself shrink under their gaze. After a few seconds, they finally did. “My name is Jotaro and you are in my territory.”
   “I didn’t mean to, I swear!” They snarled again. You could feel your heart race. They leaned into your neck, sniffing. You gasped, trying not to move, hoping you wouldn’t upset them more, but the closer they got to your neck, the more (regretfully) aroused you got. You moved your head away, stretching out your neck, shamefully trying to entice them. Meekly, you said: “I didn’t know.”
   They rolled their eyes, tail swishing in frustration. You could feel them moving against you, which only made your situation worse. You moaned quietly at the slight movement on your groin. They stopped, staring at you; perplexed. Embarrassed, you screwed your eyes shut, praying they wouldn’t notice the blush on your face. They moved again, deliberately this time, deeper and more fluid making you bite your lip to stifle another moan.
   Jotaro leaned in, raking their teeth along your sensitive neck taking in how you shivered. You were ashamed, but it’s hard not to react like this when there’s a really hot, strong, slightly intimidating merman on top of you. They released one of your arms, placing it by your shoulder to get more leverage as well as loosening their grip on the other. Their lips came dangerously close to you, breath kissing your skin, then they sat back again. 
   “You have two choices. I rip open your guts and feed you to the sharks, or-” they lean in, lips brushing against your jawline teasingly, “-satisfy me enough and I’ll let you get out of here alive.”
   “What?”
   “I’m not repeating myself. Now, hurry up before I make the decision for you.” You gulped. I mean... it’s not like he’s giving you very many options... you shyly nodded your head. “Say it.”
   “I’ll uh... satisfy you...” your voice trailed off into a question, not sure if that was the right word.
   “I’ll be the judge of that.” They pushed themselves back, looking up and down your body, probably to see if you were built to satisfy them. “You’re lucky I haven’t found a female yet, otherwise there would be two to worry about. The others of my kind aren’t so forgiving.”
   Okay, so they were a he. Good to know. That meant he had the... parts for everything to work, right? Or, at least most of the parts. He makes eye contact one more time before getting to work. Jotaro rips your bottoms off, slightly scratching your thighs, a low, rumbling sound coming from his chest. What little fabric is left is tossed aside and he holds open your legs, inspecting you.
   You stare at him a little dazed. This can’t be happening, right? He drags his teeth along the inside of your thigh while glaring at you from the corner of his eye, the shivers down your spine prove that this is very much real. When he gets close to your sex, it’s very apparent how aroused you were. He can smell it so strongly. A clawed finger cuts open your underwear leaving you completely open to his stare.
   He quizzically pokes at it, pushing your folds apart. Gently, he takes his thumb and rubs your entrance, eyes flicking up to you as you squirm, moaning quietly. His brows furrow together, testing you further by swiping up to your clit, pressing into it then circling. You moan louder this time, bucking your hips up into his finger.
   He quickly gets sick of your squirming, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his lips, tongue slipping out for a taste. Jotaro stopped, sitting completely still. You shook, hoping he wasn’t offended. He looked at you with a new fire making you gulp down a breath. He slams one arm down across your hips, pinning you down while he brings his face closer to your cunt, licking along your entrance. Your hands fall into his hair, back arching off of the rock as much as it could in your immobile state. He groans at the taste of you, needing more. 
   He leans into you, lapping up your juices vigorously. His lips then wrap around your clit, lightly sucking. Your body tries to move, buck up into him as you mewl, but his arm is too strong. His eyes flick up to you, watching your cheeks get more and more red as he picks up his pace. Suddenly, he pulls back making you gasp. The two of you make eye contact before he crawls up to your face again, cool body rubbing against your unclothed lower half.
   Jotaro crashes his lips into yours. The kiss catches you off guard and you let out a small, muffled sound of shock, but soon melt into him. The taste of you mixed with the saltiness of the sea had your eyes rolling back into your head. Again, just as you were starting to enjoy yourself, he pulls back, moving onto another area of your body. This time it was your breasts.
   He tore a large hole in your top and bra, wide hands roaming over your now exposed chest, pinching where ever he saw necessary. Immediately, he drags his tongue along your soft flesh, flicking over your pert nipple. You gasp and groan, grinding up into him as much as you could under his weight. He pulls away sharply, baring his teeth as he growls at you.
   “Stay still,” he warns, pinching one of your nipples harder than he probably should have. You arch up into his touch, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He twists. Hard. Your hands come to meet his, trying to pry him off, pain now taking the forefront of your feelings. Obediently, he pulls off, leaning into your face, voice low and dangerous. “Stop moving.”
   You meekly nod your head, still holding onto his hand which he then brings up to your face, wrapping your hair around a clawed finger. A sweet, kind change from the aggressiveness before. Jotaro’s eyes wander over your face, taking in your soft features. Once again, he kisses you, gently this time before shifting so he could focus back on your vag with his other hand. 
   His fingers spread your lower lips open again, middle finger pressing into your entrance. He’s careful, doing his best not to scratch you with his sharp nails. He moves his finger up and down before finally pressing into your warmth. You both gasp as your head tosses back. He starts with a slow pace, gently massaging your walls, coaxing more of your juices to seep out of you, squelching whenever he moves back in.
   Gradually he picks up the pace, testing your limits as well as listening to the sweet sounds that fall from you. He adds a second finger when he thinks you're ready, then three, stretching you open. You were so close, holding onto his hand still, pulling him closer to you as you reached your peak. Unfortunately, you never got there. He pulls his fingers out, licking off any traces of you from his fingers before moving so he was exposed to you.
   Jotaro takes your hand, bringing it to a slit below his waist. Your fingers trace over it lightly next to his, taking into account how he shudders. He leads your fingers, pressing into the top of the slit. Slowly, you watch it grow wide, a small pink nub starting to protrude from it. The more you tease his slit the bigger the nub grows into two full, smooth, tapered cocks. Tentacles? You weren’t quite sure, but they looked... exciting if a little intimidating. 
   You let go of his hand, opting to hold one of his cocks instead. They were slick and warm with a pleasant weight to them. The one you were holding curled around your hand slightly, covering your hand in moisture. You start jerking it with slow, shallow pumps, noticing how his eyes close shut and the slight buck of his hips. You pick up the pace, enjoying how the tip starts drooling what you assume it pre onto your hand. 
   Quickly, your hand is pulled away and he moves to align himself with your entrance. Slowly, he slides into you, groaning as he gets deeper. At first, it was okay, but the more that entered, the more full you felt, his tapered tip reaching into every crevice inside you. His other tenta-dick rested between your cheeks, teasing your back door, but never entering. He growls, picking up the pace slowly so you got used to the new intrusion.
   The feeling was driving you mad, whatever warm liquid was seeping out of him added to the pleasure, gradually building up to a tingly feeling that made you babble like an idiot. Jotaro places one of his arms above your head, pressing into you more while the other hand reaches up to your breast, teasing your nipple again. Instantly, you wrap yourself around him, pulling him closer as he gyrates into what feels like your soul. You cry out his name over and over, head tossing back in ecstasy.
   His breath tickles your ear as the two of you chase your release. He groans into your ear, lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder where he kisses you gently before sinking his sharp teeth into you. You scream as pain and pleasure mix together again. He speeds up, the lip of his slit stimulating your clit more and more. 
   “Ah, ah ~aah! I’m cl-hnn. I’m so close!” He laps up the blood from your shoulder, taking your words to heart, somehow getting deeper into you. A few powerful thrusts into you sent you hurtling over the edge, eyes rolling back while your vision when white and you fell limp in his arms.
   Jotaro soon followed you, the feel of your tightness around him made him plunge deep into you, spilling as much of his seed as possible. A vision of you growing round with his pup dances across his eyelids. He looks down at your face, flushed and relaxed. You were more than satisfying to him. He would never allow anyone else touch you after this.
   The last thing you recall was a warm kiss placed on your temple before being swallowed by the cold water and then black...
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ushiwakaout · 3 years
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I love your ehat the haikyuu boys would say! Could I please please please request that for Akaashi or Sugawara? You write them so well, I'm literally in love!
I’ll be making two separate ones! I keep thinking that i’m done w this series but y’all keep wanting more 😤  (not that i’m complaining or anything because it keeps me busy)
and thank you 😭 i’m trying really hard to depict the characters well but i feel like i’m just repeating every single one.
Let’s do Suga first (Slight age difference, Suga 27/You 24 || ya’ll have been dating for two years)
“Hey bug- it’s time to get up.” (6:00 am)
*If you don’t wake up he will pull the blankets off you... naked or not*
“Rise and shine bug!!!” very chaotic... very mean.
“What do you mean you don’t wanna get up... To bad, breakfast is getting cold.”
“I woke you up early because I wanted a head start on our day off, thats why.”
“Coffee or tea?”
“I love you too bug.” 
*forehead kiss*
*will open every single curtain so sunlight can rain into your place... also does it because he loves seeing your skin glow under the sunlight*
“What do you want to do on our day off?”
*he’s a elementary teacher and you’re a college student*
“I was thinking we could maybe....” 
*pulls you into a kiss mid sentence, wrapping his fingers with yours*
“...spend the day at the park, have a picnic like our first date... What do you think?”
*your putty in his hands when he does this every morning. there isn’t a morning that he doesn’t do it*
“What’s on your mind bug?” (6:30 am)
*flash back to last night when he was giving you aftercare, hovering over you lightly as he strokes your face and he says those exact words*
*you tell him and he his brain STOPS WORKING... he’s like Oh? he’s blushing so hard it so cute*
“BUG YOU CAN’T SAY THOSE THINGS TO ME SO EARLY IN THE MORNING”
“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME?!”
“YOU’RE SO SWEET” *cups your cheeks and kisses your face all around* “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Come on lets sit down and eat breakfast”
*he honestly has a tendancy of asking random questions like*
“Where do ducks come from?”
“Do you think Hinata is having fun in brazil?”
“You think he packed enough sun screen?”
“Should I ask him?”
“I think I’ll call him.” (7:00 am)
*he legit be on the phone with him for hours on end until your ready*
*he walks around the house, sits on the couch, gets up from the couch, makes the bed, watches you in the shower for a bit before smiling and whistling away to the patio*
“You ready yet?”(9:10 am)
“Let’s go then... What do you wanna get first?”
“I kinda want some boba tea...”
“You think they have any discounts since we’re a couple?”
“What? It’s just an extra bonus with being with you.”
“You cannot tell me that you don’t enjoy couples discounts.”
“I am not an old lady! I just like saving my money.”
“Shush woman, hold my head and order me something you think i might like.”
You: “You always get the same thing Koushi.”
“Exactly.” (10:00 am)
*he def pats your butt every time he makes you order something for him*
*one of his students has def seen him do it in public but they’ve never said anything*
*sometimes a student runs up to him and hugs him. makes you want to have kids*
*he introduces you to his kid and you just look at him with awe*
“What’s on your mind, bug?”
*he 100% did that on purpose, and now you’re blushing madly*
“What?” 
*you hit his arm and quickly walk away from him, he’s jogging to catch up and when he does, he quickly holds you hand again*
“What do you want for lunch?” (12:00 pm)
“I think you know what I want.”
“It’s the only thing I eat, what are you expecting?”
you: “I don’t know how you haven’t burned a hole in your stomach yet.”
“Just because i order my mapo tofu super spicy doesn’t mean... it’s super spicy.”
you: “Kouchi... I can barely eat a bite before crying...”
“It’s not spicy.”
“You’re just a baby.” 
*kissing the back of your hand*
*non stop teasing bc you can’t handle spicy food the way he can*
*you guys stop at a shop because both of you forgot to bring a damn basket for the fucking picnic*
“How did we forget a basket? How many baskets do we have now because we’ve forgotten ours?” (12:30)
“I like this one... Do you like this one? I think it matches my hair.”
“This one matches your eyes.... This one- Nope, were getting this one.”
“Okay! Now, lunch!”
“I’ll go get you your food and you get mine, yeah?”
*he pulls you into a soft kiss and just smiles at you*
*HES SO IN LOVE WITH YOU EVERYONE AROUND CAN NOTICE*
*when you come back with his favorite food and a little extra, he get’s excited*
“You brought me sweets?! I brought you some too! Wha’cha get?” (1:30 pm)
*When you pick a spot to sit down, he just wants to kiss you all over. hes the sweetest man you’ll ever meet*
*It’s probably three hours into the picnic and his man FALLS ASLEEP ON YOU. He’s so tired from taking care of young children that just listening to you talk to him so softly and so easily when he was on your lap- it drifted him off to sleep*
you: “Koushi... bub? Wake up... I’m getting hungry again.” (6:30 pm)
*he has the sweetest giggle when he hears your voice*
“Have I told you- HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?!”
*so much energy when he wakes up- its crazy.*
you: “Kou- you need to be more quiet.”
“No... I LOVE YOU- I LOVE you so so much.”
*starts kissing you everywhere and pins you to the ground*
“I love you so much... and one of these days I am going to make you my wife... and you’ll never know the day.”
*he loves saying stuff like that because it gets in your head all day. little do you know HES LEGIT BEEN CARRYING HIS GRANDMOTHERS OLD RING IN HIS POCKET EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS BECAUSE HE HASN’T FOUND THE RIGHT MOMENT*
“Come on, let’s go find a restaurant of your choosing.”
*doesn’t let go of your hand until you reach the restaurant table, and then grabs your hand over the table*
“Your hand would look so pretty with a ring on it.” (7:30)
you: “stop joking! you’re awful.”
*he just smiles at you and really just says fuck it*
“Who says i’m joking, bug.”
*under the table he’s taking out the ring from the box and then slowly puts it on your ring finger*
you: “kou-”
“I’ve been holding on to this for about... two years now? What do you say?” 
you: “I still think you joking... You’re not, right?”
*he let out a light laugh and shook his head*
“No i’m not...”
*you quickly nod your head and lean over the table to hug him*
“I promise you give you a happy future...”
tags(s): @foggycashdreampainter
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mermaidssonshipss · 4 years
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all my friends are fake
warnings: drug use, alcohol, fake friends, cussing, mentions of sexual assault/attempted sexual assault (there is one descriptive scene of the attempt that may be triggering, so please read with care).
pairings: jj maybank x reader with mentions of past rafe x reader (all characters are 18+ in this)
word count: 2,433 (okay well this is longer than i expected but still a blurb)
loosely inspired by “all my friends are fake” by tate mcrae
also i tried a different writing style kinda?? instead of referring to reader as “you” i’m trying out “her/she” and i think i like it. let me know how you feel about it?
Her eyes were moving across the room slowly, the drugs and alcohol floating through her system causing the movements to be slower than usual. Eventually, they fell upon Rafe, her lips turning up in a scowl as she watched the boy she once called her boyfriend press a neatly rolled hundred dollar bill against the expensive glass table in front of him, the white substance underneath passing through the crisp bill and into his nose. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself off the crowded couch, stumbling slightly over someone’s foot as she maneuvered herself out of the large crowd.
Toppers voice could be heard, calling her to come over to him and meet some of his new friends. Her only response was to roll her eyes at the boy behind his back, acting as if she hadn’t heard him over the music. At every party Topper threw, he would show her off like a shiny new toy, his “best friend” who also happened to have the richest dad on the island. The low-cut ripped jeans she wore clung tightly to her legs, the feeling slightly uncomfortable now that she was hyper aware of the fabric scratching against her skin. She tugged at the bottom of her bright yellow crop top, letting out a huff as it just snapped back into its original place, resting above her belly button comfortably. As she passed through the crowd, hands grasped at her, caressing the exposed skin of her stomach and she let out an irritated sigh, pushing each of them away. Finally, she reached the door to the porch over-looking the ocean in front of Topper’s house and she quickly pushed it open, slipping through it and exhaling a loud breath as the cool summer air kissed at her sweaty skin.
Voices could be heard from under the porch and she raised her eyebrows, making her way to the railing to look under it. In the distance, her gaze fell upon 4 figures making their way to the house, and a small smile raised on her lips. The pogues always made an appearance at Toppers parties if they caught word of it, the tension in the air always thickening the second they were spotted, and she loved it. The pogues, to her, were a breath of fresh air on this shitty island, full of equally shitty people she was forced to call her friends. Every single person on this side was obsessed with money and status, and they didn’t care who they brought down in the process to achieve those things. She had always envied the pogues, though she acknowledged that life wasn’t easy for them and she was lucky, she wished she had real friends, ones that actually cared about her and not just her daddy’s money. Whenever she spotted the group, they had wide smiles on their faces, laughs passing between them easily as they just.. lived, without worrying about what everyone else thought about them, without caring. 
Eventually the four were out of her sight and entering the house, and she waited a moment before collecting herself and heading back inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of JJ.
She had been infatuated with JJ since she first moved onto the island, his blonde hair and care-free attitude immediately drawing her to him. He was the best surfer on this island, and he would do anything for his friends, which she admired. He was also the most attractive boy she’d seen, so she always went out of her way to catch a few glimpses of him. 
Suddenly, Rafe was in front of her, absolutely coked out as he stared down at the small girl in front of him, annoyance written all over her face. Of course, Rafe wasn’t the brightest boy she’d ever met, and he absolutely sucked at reading peoples emotions, so when he was pumped full of drugs, any logic he might have had sober was thrown out the window.
“Hey baby,” he slurred, his wretched breath blowing in her face. She gagged lightly, refusing to acknowledge him as she moved past his body and made her way to the stairs. Rafe was quick to follow her, his hand wrapping around her shoulder, almost causing her to fall down the stairs.
“Get off of me, Rafe,” she snapped, ripping her shoulder from his grip as she skipped the rest of the way upstairs. The upstairs of Topper’s house was always off-limits to other party-goes, and she always crept up them at one point, hiding in one of his guest rooms until she could sneak out without him guilting her into staying.
“Don’t use that tone with me,” Rafe’s voice was menacing as he spoke, both of his hands now grabbing her shoulders as he slammed her back against the wall, his body pushing her into the wall roughly. The back of her head smacked against the hard surface, her eyes going black for a moment at the impact, a ringing in her ears drowning out the party downstairs as she looked up at Rafe in disbelief.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She seethed, her tiny fists trying to push at Rafe’s chest and get him off of her, but he took one hand and held both of her wrists tightly, the other hand coming up and wrapping around her neck.
“You think you’re so much better than me, huh? Than all of us?” His voice was low as he spoke, but with each word his grip on her throat tightened, causing her to gasp for air, trying to wriggle her hands out of his vice-like grip.
“Rafe...” she managed to choke out, her eyes widening at the boy in front of her. He looked absolutely unhinged, his pupils blown wide, the whites around his eyes full of red veins, his hair all over the place, and she was terrified.
Eventually he let her wrists go, but the grip on her neck remained as he grabbed at her waist now, pushing her into the room across from him.
“What the fuck Rafe,” she screamed, her legs kicking violently as he raised her off the floor, his foot slamming the door shut behind them.
Her body was thrown on the bed and Rafe was quick to get on top of her, his legs pinning her down as he tried to rip her shirt off.
“I’ll fucking show you how good you are,” he muttered, his fingers ripping the fabric of the flimsy shirt when he realized he wasn’t gonna be able to take it off easily, “Stupid little slut, thinking you can just break up with me and get away with it? No one on this fucking island wants a dirty fucking whore like you.”
Her body was wriggling around on the bed underneath him, her arms slapping at him and trying to scratch at his face, her loud screams ripping through the empty room. Her throat was scratching at the intensity of her screams, at the way she was begging and pleading him to stop and get off of her. His hands gripped at the waistband of her jeans, her cries only growing louder, before Rafe’s body was suddenly being thrown off of hers.
She gasped loudly, propping herself up on her elbows as a mop of blonde hair could be seen dragging Rafe by the collar of his shirt.
“I’ll kill you right fucking now,” JJ’s voice was loud as he pushed Rafe into the wall, John B entering the room in a panic. He looked between her and the scene beside him before it clicked, and as Rafe went to punch JJ, John B stepped in, grabbing the lamp on the table by the door and knocking it into Rafe’s head. He stumbled for a moment before dropping to the floor, unconscious. 
JJ looked at her for a moment before his foot collided with Rafe’s stomach, the unconscious boy just flopping over onto his back fully, and JJ spit in his face before approaching her slowly, his hands raised in surrender as she looked at him with wide eyes.
“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he spoke softly before quickly pulling the short sleeved shirt he had on off and handing it to her shaking figure, “Put this on and we’ll get you out of here, okay?”
She accepted the shirt, quickly slipping it over her body, the shirt swallowing her up, the warmth and scent of it calming her down.
“What are we gonna do about him?” John B spoke from behind the two, his foot kicking at Rafe’s to make sure the boy was still passed out. He was. 
“I don’t fucking care,” JJ responded, slipping his hand into hers as she stood slowly, her eyes fixed on Rafe lying there, “I’m gonna get her out of here, take her home. Drown him in the bathtub for all I care,” she could hear the anger in his voice as he spoke, her gaze falling on his face as he looked at Rafe in disgust. He held his hand out towards John B, wiggling his fingers expectedly, and John B reached into his pockets, tossing him the keys to what she assumed was the van she always saw them in.
He muttered a quick “thanks” before looking at her, and she nodded at him, telling him she was okay, before they both made their way out of the room and down the stairs. He pushed her body behind his, his hand still holding hers as he intertwined their fingers and gave hers a gentle squeeze as she hid her face in the back of his shoulder, the two of them slipping through the crowd unnoticed. 
She let out a shaky breathy as JJ tugged her over to the van, opening the door for her to climb in. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to let the warmth of JJ’s hand slip from hers, before climbing up and getting in, JJ joining her a moment later as he shoved the key in the ignition and slipped onto the road.
“Thank you,” her voice finally rang through the silent vehicle, JJ jumping slightly before recovering, his eyes flickering over to her for a few seconds before returning to the road.
“Of course.” His response was simple, and she nodded her head before leaning it against the window, her hands resting in her lap as she tugged on the fabric of his shirt that was currently on her.
“How’d you... how’d you hear me? Weren’t you downstairs?” She let out a quiet hiccup as she spoke, wiping her nose as a few fresh tears fell.
“I mean I didn’t hear you, really. Saw you going up the stairs and I saw Rafe follow you and try to grab you,” he shrugged as he spoke, the hand on his lap itching to reach out and grab hers, “Something didn’t feel right. So I found John B and told him I was gonna sneak upstairs and check on something. Knew he’d come find me once he realized what I said, so if something was going on, I’d have backup.” Her head nodded as she listened to him, her gaze resting on the side of his face, making him slightly nervous under her stare, his heart rate picking up.
“I don’t think... I don’t think anyone else would’ve done that. They wouldn’t have stepped in. They never have before,” she whispered, tearing her gaze from the side of his face as she looked in front of her, the driveway of her house coming into view.
“Before? This has happened before?” He had parked the van now, his fingers digging into the steering wheel, watching as you nodded your head and shrugged, “I’ll fucking kill the bastard.”
“Don’t,” her voice was panicked as she rushed the word out, turning in her seat to face JJ who looked like he was about to explode, “It’s not... it’s fine. I’m fine. I have shitty friends, so what. I just need to be more careful around Rafe, I guess.”
“But you shouldn’t have to be careful. Thats not on you. He should be able to fucking control himself. And your friends should fucking say something, do something.” 
“They don’t care about me, not really, they never have,” she let out a dry laugh, and JJ looked over at the girl sitting in front of him, finally catching glimpse of who she really was. She looked back at him for a moment, neither of them speaking, before she coughed slightly and pushed the door open, climbing out, “thank you, again. I owe you, JJ,” her words were sincere, but JJ shook his head, also crawling out of the van and walking up to her.
“First off, you don’t owe me anything,” she had stopped walking, her arms crossing over her chest as the cold air licked at her arms, “And second, stop hanging out with them. Hang out with us. With me. Who gives a fuck what anyone else says, those people back there... they don’t deserve you. And if you keep hanging out with them, then I’m gonna have to show up at every party now to keep an eye on you, and we all know what usually happens when we crash parties on this side.”
She hesitated for a moment, thinking over what he was saying before deciding he was right. She was 18, she could make her own choices, and she was done pretending. All of her friends were fake, and she was ready to finally experience the kind of friendships she craved.
“Okay.” Her response caught JJ off guard, he was pretty sure she was going to say no, but he knew he had to say it anyway, just in case. A smile spread across his lips, his eyes lighting up, and the sight brought a smile onto her own.
“Okay,” He repeated, “Well. I’m gonna go back to the party and pick up the others and pray piece-of-shit is still knocked out so I can get John B out safely. You know where John B lives right?”
“Of course,” she nodded, watching the excited boy in front of her, and the events of the evening slowly started to become a distant memory.
“Cool. Be there tomorrow at 1pm. Welcome to the pogue life,” she laughed, agreeing to be there at 1, and soon JJ was heading back to the van, saluting her with two fingers before he took off down her driveway.
Maybe not all her friends were fake.
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Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa
@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!! 
The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE
Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.
A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD
Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!
So.... here ya go!!
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ
And here are the descriptions-
Oxford Comma-
Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.
Baby Doll-
Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)
Can I call you tonight?-
Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.
“So, I’ll call you tonight?”
“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”
*Que music*
Just Like a Movie-
Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.
Scrawny-
Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.
Space Girl-
Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.
She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.
Good Morning-
The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.
Unforgettable-
Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.
Shake it out-
Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.
Your star-
Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.
Rare-
Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.
Out the door-
Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.                                
+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”
I can’t get you off my mind-
Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w
Drugs-
Sneaking around- sexy times ;)
Why Do You Love Me-
Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD
The Wind-
After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.
“I love you, Princess.”
Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)
Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“
“I love you too, Jug”
You and I-
Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.
Start a Riot-
Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)
Moon River-
Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.
“That’s us.”
“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.
“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”
Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.
“I absolutely love that. And you.”
Teenagers-
Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))
A Sunday Kind of Love-
Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.
“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.
Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.
“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”
Glory-
Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.
Worlds Apart-
Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.
Boss Bitch-
Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.
Le Symbolique-
Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.
“Jug I was so scared-“
“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.
Harmony Hall- 
Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.
Not Your Barbie Girl-
A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.
Therefore I Am- 
Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:
“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”
“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”
(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)
*Proud Jughead smirk*
This Life-
Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.
Don’t Call Me Angel-
Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD
Sway With Me-
La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.
My Oh My- 
Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.
HIP-
Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.
Bury a friend-
Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…
Youth-
The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.
Don’t Take The Money-
The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries. 
“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz
The Four Seasons: “Winter”-
Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.
(Online Love)-
Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-
“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”
Veronica laughs
“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.
“I love you too, Ron.”
El Tejano-
Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk
Burned Out- 
Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)
Claire de Lune-
Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.
Girls Like GIrls-
Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.
Dream Lover-
(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.
Magic Moments-
Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!
Oxford comma-
The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all. 
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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.
And again, happy Christmas :))
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Part 1: Was It | Part 2: Decisions
Word Count: 3.1k Warning: angst, a few curse words, toxic relationship and slightly nsfw at the end.   Summary: Ethan and Becca have a lot to figure out. Just because she agreed to move in with him doesn’t mean she will or that their problems have magically vanished. 
A/N: Thank you for the request, Anon and @aylamwrites​. I’m sorry in advance, it’s probably not what you were expecting 🙈 I hated writing this for the LONGEST time but now I’m kinda proud ? 
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Just because Becca accepted his cohabitation proposal doesn’t mean all their problems will simply vanish. 
Ethan Ramsey was never one to stick around - he never believed in love or running a mutually beneficial relationship past it’s course. Becca knew from the start he wasn’t going to be one to settle down and have that picket fenced family she’d always dreamed of. That didn’t stop her from wanting it and wishing he would change his mind as their relationship blossomed. She accepted their dissolution when she left that faithless evening, but three days later those piercing blue eyes brought her back in and locked the door behind them. 
Against all the reasons to go, she stayed. 
Rebecca Lao was moving into Ethan Ramsey’s bachelor pad. Even with the small disappointments every step of the way he never really let her down when it mattered. 
Rebecca Lao was moving into Ethan Ramsey’s bachelor pad. Even with the small disappointments every step of the way he never really let her down when it mattered. 
He always does what’s best for me. 
She moved most of her things into Ethan’s two bedroom luxury condo. The little detrimental voices in the back of her mind made sure to keep a fail-safe. Becca didn’t tell him she was holding onto her room until the end of contract in case things went south between them once more. If there ever was a day she needed a break she had four open arms waiting for her, and Ethan would be none the wiser. The distinguished diagnostician wasn’t asking her to share the bills, he was asking to share all facets of his life with her. And that at least made the charade easier. 
The first few weeks were going well. 
Then work got in the way. 
The couple fought like hell in the middle of his large glass office once all the other members of the team had left for the day. They tried to keep a modicum of civility but he yelled, she screamed, they both said things they shouldn’t have and she stormed off to her place without another word. Becca hadn’t gone back to the apartment they shared in Back Bay for two nights.  
This was a mistake, she thought. 
She should have known moving in together wouldn’t solve their problems. It was a bandage on the dam ready to burst open. This was it. This argument was the last straw. Ethan shattered any sort of illusion she had with a few poorly chosen words. He opened the door to his heart but left Becca waiting in the foyer. 
What was there to love about Ethan Ramsey? 
She ran over all the reasons to leave him behind again, and again and again: the vexatious fights, never growing family, work always coming first... But the good crept up on her - The looks, the reassuring talks, snuggling as they researched cases late into the evenings, the way he simultaneously calmed every muscle in her body and set every one of her nerves ablaze. All that she felt for the prudent man - loving him, hating him, wanting him - were all tangled together like a ball of twine. She couldn’t have the sweet moments without all the complications. 
She couldn’t have Ethan without utter heartbreak. 
Standing out front of the swanky apartment complex she let out a languid sigh. She left him. She got to be the one to run away, again. Now here she was. As if she was a puppy on a leash, no matter how far she ran she’d always be brought back to him. She was tied to Ethan Ramsey in more ways than one could fathom. 
I’m stuck with him… 
Becca wandered into his apartment mid-morning to grab a couple of things before heading to brunch with Bryce and Kyra. She didn’t expect Ethan to be home.
Ethan sat on his couch slouched over a few files, trying and failing to absorb its contents. He was still occupying the spot he’d found himself in when he realized Becca never returned home yesterday morning. Their fight was ingrained in his mind - he regretted every word falling spitefully out of his gob. How could he have called her a liability? She didn’t deserve his tirade. 
Though, he thought she was smart enough to separate demanding Dr. Ramsey from her Ethan. 
It was a mistake, he kept telling himself, as if that small prayer would admonish it all. 
Their professional relationship had seeped into their personal lives and the implications were all that Ethan feared from the start. It was disastrous. A promise of doing better - putting her first - all thrown away with a few hollow insults. 
Becca tried to shuffle in as quietly as possible but Ethan was astute. His head whipped around as soon as her keys scraped against the lock. His heart raced a bit quicker and the pit in his stomach eased knowing she’s home and safe. With the longest click of the door, Becca creeped into the naturally lit threshold on the tips of her sneaker-clad toes. Ethan watched with bated breaths and she closed the heavy wooden door behind her, he didn’t dare move. Her actions were speaking volumes. She rested her forehead against the door, briefly letting out a sigh. Becca was turning on her heels to continue her stealth mission until... 
Their eyes met. 
Becca jumped in surprise and a wave of guilt washed over her for letting them get this far. 
Ethan’s somber blues implored her. This time she didn’t look like a crying wreck with blood shot eyes, deep purple bags and loose fitting clothes. Becca was wearing high-waisted shorts with a grey t-shirt and white mary-jane sneakers, all subtly accentuating her womanly figure. Her chestnut hair was pulled into a tight bun, makeup expertly placed and her expression indifferent. She didn’t have any more tears to shed for their tumultuous relationship. 
His stare bore into her, keeping her in place at the threshold. She fidgeted with the keyring between her fingers. He wasn’t supposed to be here. This was supposed to be a quick in and out with a few necessities. They weren’t supposed to have this conversation yet. She had nothing prepared. 
Ethan sat there expectantly; his posture squared, waiting for her to make the first move. 
She bit the inside of her lip. Becca needed to say something to break the tension and make this iniquitous return less awkward. 
“Why aren’t you at work?” 
Without breaking eye-contact he recited, “I took some time off.” 
She folded her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at the piles of documents surrounding him, “Yet you’re still working.” 
He motioned around them. “Got all this time on my hands, might as well finish off some files.” 
“Right.” Becca shoved the keys deep into her back pocket and began taking a few leery steps forward. “I’m just gunna…” she trailed, pointing down the hall and fleeing to the bedroom. 
She disappeared so quickly Ethan had to blink a few times to digest their first interaction in days. It was nothing and yet her body language said everything. He chucked his files from his lap and carelessly onto the glass coffee table. He mimicked her swift and discreet footsteps all the way to their bedroom. 
Becca was quickly pulling clothes off hangers and discarding them into a bright pink gym bag as Ethan stood at the doorway with folded arms. 
“I don’t want to fight anymore. Please can we put this behind us,” he sighed.  
Becca knew he’d follow and demand an explanation, she just wasn’t ready for that. In truth, his angered words still stung deep to her core - he brought up things from her past which she thought they moved on from. How can you trust someone if they’re going to hold your past mistakes against you? 
“Can you?” she spat.  
“Rookie…” 
Becca refused to look at him. If she looked over at the doorway she’d see that his arms hung at his sides, his rigid shoulders sunk and his ocean eyes were the darkest shade she’d ever seen. 
“Go ahead, Ethan, call me immature and reckless and clueless again. Do it,” she spitefully challenged as she knelt down to shove the articles down into the small pocket.
“I didn’t mean it. You know that.” He began walking into the room. 
“Doesn’t mean you can still say it! You don’t realize how your words affect people.”  
Ethan made it halfway to her before the words stung him to a halt. His ears flushed red, the vein in his neck leapt to attention and the crease between his brows appeared, his blood started to boil much like it did the other night. “Your actions got us into this mess! Don’t you realize that? You need to take better care -” his fingers fatefully found the bridge of his nose. “Did you learn nothing from the Martinez case!?” 
“How dare you.” Her head whirled around to give him the most menacing gaze she could muster for a few lengthy seconds. With a huff, Becca zipped up the packed bag and got to her feet. 
“Where’re you going?” 
She brushed past him, “To my place.” 
“Your place? This is your place.” 
“I still have my apartment.” 
“Wh- Why?” He thought she was just crashing with friends, not that she actually kept her bedroom in a five person flatshare. Ethan couldn’t understand what that room had that he couldn’t easily provide. Not to mention there was more space here with him and she’d be saving money - what more did she need besides her own bathroom and someone to share the king-sized bed?   
“For this exact reason.” Becca was just on the other side of the bedroom doorway when the next words spilled vehemently off her tongue, “Maybe you were right. We’re not compatible, Ethan.” 
Her foot lifted to take another step. Ethan lunged to grab the back of her arm, forcing her to turn back to him. It was an impetuous move. This time he wasn’t being selfish or selfless. He was a man standing in front of a woman asking her to stay. 
He spun her around with all his might. They were just two footfalls away from one another. His calloused hand holding onto the flesh of her forearm for dear life. Becca kept her eyes trained on the floor, she could not acknowledge him. 
Ethan’s deep baritone voice was beseeching, “You may drive me insane but I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”  
Becca squeezed her eyes shut as Ethan’s words jostled her. In the faintest of whispers she exhaled, “I’m losing my mind, Ethan.” 
There in front of him was the woman he was meant to care for above all else. His best friend. His confidant. His destiny. Yet how did he regard her? Like an emotional yo-yo - pushing and pulling until there was no energy left to bring her back.   
His voice was soft and shameful, “I know. I’m sorry.” 
“Sorry isn’t enough anymore.”  
Delicately, Ethan’s free hand lifted her chin so he could view every telling feature on her expressive face. Her eyes were still closed showing creases in her gold eyeshadow and her matte nude lips pursed together. The foundation hid her freckles and he couldn’t tell if the pink on her cheeks was real or artificial blush. 
“I shouldn’t have said those things, I know.” He caressed the length of her cheek with the soft skin of the back of his fingers.  
He felt Becca tense under his hold. “This isn’t about that,” she shook her head just once.   
Ethan became statuesque in his shocked state. His fingers stayed at her jaw, his supple lips slightly agape and his grip on her unwavering.  
This is it. This is the conversation she didn’t want to have. How is she supposed to tell him?
Her face contorted; biting back the tears, biting her lip, and biding time before she gave the final blow. 
“It’s everything.” She choked out “You can’t give me what I want.” Her doleful orbs finally fluttered open.  
No amount of manifesting could change Ethan’s mind; he’s a stubborn mule set in his single-boxed ways. No amount of hope could bring her the peace she knew Ethan was incapable of giving. 
His fingers twitched against her, his eyes never breaking their fixed stare. “How do you know?” he asked firmly and incredulously “You’re young, there’s still tim-”  
“What’s next for us?” Becca blurted out, meeting his eyes. Her steely glare sent a nervous chill down his spine.
“I -“
“Marriage?” She questioned.
His mouth still hung open, no words or sounds escaping, giving Becca all the confirmation she needed. 
“Kids?” she continued her cross-examination.  
Silence. 
Becca let out a light, afflicted chuckle, “Exactly…”
She wiggled free from his grip and moved away from his disconcerted form, her back just shy from pressing against the hallway wall. 
“Becca-” Ethan grasped her hand mid-stride, keeping her in front of him. “We’re in this together - it’s just you and me. There is nothing I would rather do than give you the world.” 
His hands flew to her cheeks, forcing her to look at him as he crouched down to her level this time. Brown met blue, both pleading. 
“Whether you like it or not, Rebecca, you’re stuck with me. I refuse to lose you.” He knew what it felt like to have her walk out on him once and he was not going to be foolish enough for it to happen again. His heart trembled as his veins carried all of his regret, anguish, and a sliver of hope as he uttered the next words; “Please...stay with me.” 
His breath was warm on her skin. His words were intoxicating. Becca’s eyes flit shut at contact.  
“I…” She trailed. “I have plans.”
“Cancel them.” He replied definitively. 
Becca was about to say something, but he stopped her protest with the touch of his desperate lips to hers. 
Ethan moved his heady kisses from her lips, peppering them along her cheeks in a way he knew kept her from thinking straight, and his right hand found its rightful place massaging the muscle below her waist. “I love you,” he said as if those three words could absolve all their woes. His lips were just a hair away from her ear, begging, “Please let me make things better.”
And for tonight she let him mend their open wounds. 
Becca let him ravish her skin with his debilitating kisses. Every touch and desperate caress helped her forget every fear she ever had for them, all patched up with his warmth. Her bag fell to the floor. His left hand tangled itself in her hair, holding her sturdy by the back of her head. She became clouded in wonted lust. 
This...
Her arms frozen at her side - logic told her to leave. This was over. 
Her body and spirit kept her in place, accepting of all he was willing to give. 
Ethan’s lower hand burrowed under her shirt, hardened fingers danced over her skin before finding home at the small of her back. The tip of each finger cherished the little dimples at the base of her spine as Ethan’s tongue grazed her teeth asking entrance. Without a fraction of a thought she obliged.  
Was she kissing him back? Or was she just letting him put her out of her misery? 
Habitually, a few of her fingers traveled to knot his hair while the others went to leave a gauging bruise on his bicep as he nibbled her neck. 
“Ethan…” she barely breathed with sanctity. 
He pulled away just enough to take her in. His clouded, partially bloodshot orbs met her glassy dark brown. Both were about to fall apart at any moment. 
“I love you.” A single tear escaped her. 
Ethan kissed it away. 
She tilted her head to nudge him with her nose, beckoning his lips back to hers. They met and she knew. She knew she was kissing him back as if he was the sustaining oxygen her lungs craved - she had no life without Ethan. He was her everything and she his. They just needed to find the balance. 
They tore one another's clothes off there in the dimly lit hallway, discarding them without care. Their kiss was slow and wet, savoring. Tongues gliding. Hands roaming over their favorite spots. Ethan trailed his hands down her bare back in tandem, settling just below the curve of her bum. His lips followed the path down her front and Becca’s head lolled back against the cool wall. Just when she thought he’d touch her where she needed him most, he leaned to wrap his arms around her thighs, lifting her up to meet his height. A slight smirk graced Becca’s lips as she began leaving a trail of carnal pecks up and down his jawline before nipping on that sweet spot at his ear. 
Ethan let out a guttural moan.  
Their hearts rapidly beat in time as he carried them to the lonesome bed. He placed his love down with the utmost of care, climbing on top of her not long after. Their bodies found and appreciated each other once again; Trying to console and solve their problems with every move of devotion. 
 ***
Becca lay across Ethan’s bare chest post-rapture, her index finger keeping time with each beat of his heavy heart. He rubbed soothing nonsensical patterns along her clammy back. She was back in this bed - their bed, full of his love while his mind was consumed by her. The way she was hanging onto him gave Ethan foresight. He needed to do better. Two decades of piety to his craft was nothing compared to the dedication and adoration he held for the woman beside him. It was time to be a better man. 
With the midday sun shining through the open windows, he cut through their silence. “Might as well cancel our plans for this weekend.” 
Becca rotated to look up at him with furrowed brows. Her makeup was smeared and Ethan could finally see every crease and freckle of her expression; her natural beauty is what made her the most exquisite woman he had ever laid eyes on.  
“I could stay here forever,” he continued in his delicate tone as he tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear, “Though Martha’s Vineyard is meant to be nice this time of year.” 
She leaned up to place a tender kiss to his cheek. “We got all that we need right here.”  
All the fights. All the uncertainty. All of it didn’t matter once she was cuddled in his impervious embrace. She would throw away everything just to stay in this feeling of infinite bliss a little longer.  
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twistedsinews · 3 years
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Hey! You're probably tired of seeing me in your questions box but here my request anyway LOL : 193. “Come on, this doesn’t even make it into the top 10 of stupid things I’ve done. You’re completely overreacting.” mucho love <3
[nooooo, if I didn’t love prompts I wouldn’t reblog prompt lists.  you’re fine!  <3]
Cyberpunk 2077; Jackie/V; PG-13
It calmed him down.  A little.  But she was still trapped in the server room and he was still on edge and they still had a handful of minutes at best before someone came to investigate why the mainframe they'd just sabotaged was down.
"You're makin' some of these up."
"Am not."
"Alright, make it easy: give me one thing dumber'n this, since I met you."
V could name half a dozen without putting any effort into it, and she was pretty sure Jackie could, too.  The plan part of the plan had gone off without a hitch.  It was merely the escape part of the plan she hadn't thought fully through.
"Falling in love."
Kinda like the words that were out of her mouth before she realized it.
There was a poignant silence on the the line to tell her how badly she'd fucked up, and when Jackie did finally answer his voice was low.  Flat.
"You think it's dumb, huh?"
"I didn't mean like that."
"How did you mean it?"
"I-..."
"Never mind."
"Jackie, I'm not saying-..."
"Not the time for this conversation right now, V."
And he was right.
V closed her eyes.
The security doors were linked into the mainframe.  Backup power was down, but this wasn't a matter of backup power.  Because linking through the mainframe would mean cutting through any time there was so much as a hiccup in the system.
Hunching down to better see, V followed the path of the lines wired into the databanks through the darkened room.  Near where they disappeared into the angle of floor and wall, her fingers brushed over a smooth, seemingly out of place indented square in the steel paneling.  A smaller hidden rectangle slid out easily, giving her a manual release for the hatch beneath her fingertips.
It was as good a lead as any, and she dropped through the floor into the crawlspace beneath.
"I found some kind of a maintenance duct," she told Jackie, twisting a bit under the cramped space to slide the hatch closed above her.  "See if you can figure out where it comes through on the other side."
"Yeah, sure.  On it."
Directly in front of her, she found a wall.  It took some flailing to get herself back around, but V nevertheless managed, and started crawling down the passage.
"Got it."
There was a sound up ahead of scraping metal.  Turning a corner, there was a dim flash of moving light in the distance.  Once she reached the end, she found Jackie waiting for her.
"See?" she huffed, taking the hand he offered to help drag her out of the gap in the floor.  "An oversight, not the end of the world."
Jackie grunted an acknowledgement, which settled poorly with the icy chill of silence in her chest.  He let go only to push her right along in front of him, and she took the hint.  The way out was the way they came, up a flight of stairs out of the basement, through some hallways, and out an intricate lobby.
As they made their way down the main hallway, there came the rustle of movement.  Killing her light and trusting Jackie to do the same, V spun right back around, grabbing for his jacket to haul him back again and into an adjoining hall.  Tension radiated off him as Jackie pressed close to the wall behind her; his arm settled on her shoulder, less for reassurance and more ready to throw her back if things lit up any more dramatically than a few heavy flashlights.  They crouched in the darkness, waiting for the security detail - headed by one computer scientist, frustrated it seemed to the point of negligence in his surroundings - to pass them by; the hired corpo soldiers scurried along behind him, no doubt equally frustrated by the clip at which he was walking straight into the unknown.
And then the light was gone, and the clomp of heavy boots faded into the distance.
V inched forward to peer around the corner, then stepped out into the dark.  Jackie bumped into her, and she froze, but he nudged her onward.  With security now behind them, they managed a much faster pace, and escaped out of the back rooms and through the moonlit lobby without incident.
On the street again, they fell into the crowd.  A couple of blocks up and one across, they caught the line with seconds to spare, paid the fare in cash, and even snagged the last empty seat in the row.
And sharing would never have been an issue, except for the stifling rift she'd caused.
Jackie made no complaint when she settled in his lap, but other than bracing her when they got underway, he kept his hands to himself.  After a mile or two of distance, she got to her feet and opted to stand in the aisle instead.  Gripping one of the lines overhead, she put all her weight on it and twisted in space.
A man slipped off one of the nearer seats, and didn't seem bothered when someone immediately claimed it after him.  He stepped up behind her, near enough to touch but didn't, and she stood a little straighter.
"If he can't do it for you," a smooth, unfamiliar voice reasoned over her shoulder, "maybe I can."
"Yeah, maybe you could," V mumbled in vague agreement, without any of the enthusiasm she'd have found in flirting.  Still, proximity and his touch on her arm at her answer gave her an excuse to fleece his pockets.  She froze as her fingers found a plate of metal, and traced the bumps on its face.  "And maybe again, not."
The man gave a gruff little hmmph at her drab dismissal, and drew his hand away.  Keeping her hand low, V flashed the badge behind her.  Under the notice of the plainclothes dick she hoped was cruising for an easy pickup and not taking note of two mercs that were hardly out of place in taking the public transit.
Regardless of which, she opted for a quick exit at the next stop, feeling her confidence ebb back when Jackie fell in behind her.  He stopped her from flashing the badge again, this time at the very cop she'd stolen it from, snatching it from her before the man could see it.
Once they'd stepped off again, Jackie whipped his hand and the badge skittered away down the sidewalk.
They made it down another block and halfway through the next alley.
With a huff, V stepped in front of him, causing Jackie to stop short of walking into her, only to jostle her all the same.
He blinked down at her.
"I wasn't saying you're stupid."
"Didn't think you were."
"And I wasn't saying loving you was stupid."
Jackie didn't answer right away, which formed something of an answer all unto itself.
"It's cool, V.  I'm over it."
Squaring her shoulders, V raised her chin as she studied his face.
"Liar."
Jackie hissed sharply.  Clenching his jaw, he bared his teeth in a thin grimace of distaste.
"Digging yourself deeper, chica."
Brushing past her, he kept walking.
V stood rooted to the spot.
When he noticed she wasn't following him, Jackie turned back around and stalled.  He sighed heavily, and came right back.  His hand settled on her shoulder, warm and familiar.  Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders, and V shoved her hands into her pockets.
"Mira..." Jackie said, only he didn't seem to know what else to say.  Whatever was in his head, he went with, "You go home and get some rest.  I'll go and collect our pay.  I'll catch up with you in the morning."
Her heart sank.
"Yeah," V agreed listlessly.  "Alright.  Great."
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, leaving her with only the shadow of his smile.
It helped.  And... it didn't.
"Hasta mañana."
This time, Jackie didn't look back.  Just disappeared into the next street.
V took one step and stopped again.
She didn't even know where the hell she was.
With a sigh, she scratched her eyebrow and pulled up her geodata.  Then, once she had a read, she started on again.  And each step felt heavier than the last.
***
Jackie parked his bike near as he could to V's car out of mindless habit, but it was a flash of color huddled in the backseat seized his attention.
It wasn't where he was expecting to find her, though not unheard of, and he knocked on the window anyway.  She stirred, squinted up at him over her shoulder, then twisted to reach the lock, followed by the latch.  Jackie stepped back as the door swung open under her weight, not anticipating for her to pour out on the floor of the parking garage like she did.
Grabbing the top of the door, two seconds too late, he winced in sympathy.
"How's that first taste of concrete, first thing in the morning, eh?"
V flipped him off.
A sign of life if ever he'd seen one.
Jackie clasped one hand firmly around her wrist.  Reaching down, he got the other into a hold on her jacket to lift her entirely off the ground, and set her onto her feet.
She combed her hair out of her face with her fingers, scrubbed her sleeve across her face, and regarded him with a dull, guarded expression that slipped a little near the corner of her mouth.  Her eyes remained narrow, more to do with her hangover than anything.
Jackie smiled.  And he meant it.
V's expression slipped a little further.  Losing ground, she turned and stalked away.
He fell in step beside her, keenly aware that it was her money sitting in his pocket.  
Among other things he was feeling overly aware of.
V survived the elevator on her own two feet.  She only opted to stop once, leaning over the low terrace wall in whatever solemn post-drunk contemplation it was she fancied this morning, and tolerated him rubbing a hand down her back before finally moving on.
They made it back to her apartment at last.  V immediately went for the sink; the mirror flickered on, and she turned on the water to scrub her face clean.
Jackie hung back, leaning into the wall as he watched her.  Trapped between feeling out the situation, and getting lost right down the subtlest play of the muscles under her skin and the patterns adorning her shoulders.
"Last night I was thinking..." V told his reflection.  "How far a full tank would get me, and I thought about three hundred miles.  Not very far, really."
Jackie didn't answer.  He didn't know what to answer.  Luckily, he apparently didn't need to answer, as she continued, "So I thought... maybe if I loaded up six or seven tanks, still have room for supplies, and I could get maybe a couple of thousand.  Still not far enough to get to the East Coast."
Ah.
Words.
Something would probably have been more appropriate than nothing right about then, but he still couldn't think of any, and careless words got them here in the first place.  Moreover, he was just smart enough to know better than to speak just because.
"I thought about it for maybe two minutes total," V admitted, without his input.  "But it wouldn't make a difference, would it?  No matter how far I could go, it doesn't change how anything feels."
Dipping her hand under the faucet, V combed the water through her hair.  Droplets caught between strands, and spattered on her ink.
"How come it's so much easier being your choom than it is being your output?"
"I don't know..."  Jackie had never really thought about it, certainly never saw it that way.  "Maybe 'cause you're thinking of it as two separate things, when really it's somewhere in between."  Her eyes narrowed as she mulled it over, and Jackie shrugged.  "Just my take on it, though."
The mirror flickered off, and he pulled back out of her way as she moved to step out of the sink cubby.  She breezed past him, and started picking through the cans on her desk.  Several empty ones went right under it, until she found an unopened one, which she cracked open for a long drink, abandoning the rest.
"But come on, really; it's not that bad," Jackie argued.  "I think... if a couple of dumb words is all that ever gets to us once in a while, we're doing okay.  Better than, I'd say."
V stared at him over the rim of the sodacan.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she stated.
Jackie blinked.
"I know."
"I'm sorry."
"I know that, too."
V sighed.  Still eyeing him, she took another sip, and, wandering over to the bed, dropped down, leaning her back against the outer wall.
"It was a stupid joke at my own expense, okay?  Falling in love wasn't part of my plan for when I got here."
Jackie scoffed.
"Implying you had a plan when you landed in N.C." he reminded her, easing down across from her to lean against the inner wall.  "Which as I recall, was not the case.  Not at all."
"Okay, but I wasn't even thinking of it as a distant possibility.  I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to trip and fall into your arms and for it to be all..." She waved her drink around in a vague pattern, encompassing the all of it.  "Isn't that stupid?"
"Love ain't stupid, chica.  Never is."
V stared at him.  Jackie stared right back, until at length he glanced off, and her gaze fell to the tab of her drink as she toyed with it.
Finally, draining the can, she set it down on the floor.  She kicked off her shoes, followed by rolling off her socks, and drew her legs up loosely onto the bed in front of her.
"...if it could have been anyone," she murmured, "I'm glad it was you."
Jackie smiled.  Then he chuckled.
"And you know what?"  He admitted, "you weren't part of my plan, either.  You fell right into my lap out of fucking nowhere, and I didn't have the first idea of what to do with that..."
As V listened quietly, her expression grew quizzical, until she shot him a very particular stare.
"...okay, you're right.  You're right," Jackie amended, "I had the first idea what I wanted to do with that, but maybe not the whole thing." Sighing, he continued, "But really.  I wanted to be the best out there.  And I wanted to do it all alone, to prove that I could.  Falling in love, tch - yeah, someday, definitely.  But having a partner?  Wasn't even on my mind.  Not until you came along.  Now I wouldn't trade it for anything."
"Not even for what you want most in the world?"
"No.  Wanna know why?  'Cause you're part of everything I want most in the world."
V pressed her lips together.
Then huffed a small, shaky little breath.
She reached into her pocket to dig out her knife, opening it with a soft click.  As he watched her, she wound her braid around her fingers, and pulled it taut.  Closing her eyes, she cut it free in one concerted, jagged little effort.
Jackie found himself at no less of a loss when she crossed the bed and inched up to his side.  Reaching for his hand, she wound the braid around his wrist and fastened the ends together under the small clasp.
He glanced from the new splash of color encircling his wrist, and back to V as she closed the knife and set it on the shelf overhead.  She combed her fingers through her hair, threading out the form of another braid.  Jackie brushed his fingers through the loose strands on the other side, and her movements slowed.  Biting her lip, she reached for his hands, one after the other, guiding him to help her weave the braid together.
"This ain't some kind of Nomad marriage thing, is it?" Jackie teased, "'Cause I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet."
"No... I'm making it up as I go along."
"Oh."
At length, the braid reached a point that he had to let her take care of the rest.  Holding the end in her mouth, she tugged free several loose threads from a tear in her jeans to tie it off with.
Jackie grazed her cheek with his thumb, and she grabbed his hand, holding it there for several long moments.  There was a sound in her throat, a softened lilt like it could have been a question that didn't quite form.
"V?"
"...are we okay?"
With a glance to the window, Jackie shrugged.
"We're fine, V.  You don't have to go riding off into the desert or to the East Coast or off to Mars or someplace lookin' for some kind of absolution."  After a thought, and he added, "And while we're on the subject, you don't need to go around tripping over yourself thinking how you got to make me feel better about gonk-brained shit when it happens.  I'm tough.  I'll survive."  And after another, "Ay, I almost forgot, but I got your money."
With his free hand, he found the roll of eddies that were stuffed in his inside jacket pocket, and offered it to her.  She snatched it from his hand, and it went...
...somewhere.
Flying into the laundry basket, he was pretty certain.
But he had other things to think of right then than money that wasn't his, like how soft her mouth was, and how she tasted like artificial kumquat-flavored corn syrup.  How soon enough, he wouldn't be thinking of much at all, and if he played his deck right, neither would V.
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liliseestheworld · 4 years
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Stay home with me-Hwang Hyunjin Part 1
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bad boy!Hyunjin, corona virus au
No smut yet, though it’s pretty long.
Fresh air. Oh, how you missed it. Of course, you haven’t been totally deprived of it, but it was a big difference between opening a window and feeling a slight breeze once in a while and actually being outside, without any wall to protect you from the strong wind. Too bad it was pitch black outside. You longed to see the city from up close in its full glory, see the sun through the trees’ leaves, not reflected from the neighbour’s window; you wanted to pass by different stores and see a faded version of your reflection caused by the shop’s lights. Instead, when you passed by a closed down clothes shop, you were able to fully see yourself thanks to the dimly lit streetlight. You missed the busy but still full of life streets; now empty, dark and for you right now, dangerous.
Of course, when the quarantines and self-isolations first started, you and your family respected the strict laws and refrained from stepping outside again. Your father was in charge of the shopping so he was the only one who has been going out in the last 2 months since your city has been on lockdown. Except for your social butterfly of a brother, the rest of the family adjusted easily to this new lifestyle. Your parents spent their time making plans for the future, redecorating the apartment and face calling your relatives for a small -not really- chat. Your brother, Chan, has been sulking in his bedroom most of the time and other than that, he was playing video games with his friends. What a life…
As for you, you used this time for yourself. Read all the untouched books from your shelves, wrote some short stories, discovered new music, learnt a new language, basically did everything that could be done. And you got bored. For the last few days you’ve been moping around, not even getting out of bed, eating 6 to 7 meals in a day-excluding the snacks- and being a total bitch to your family. It’s a given that you were not an extrovert, but you still enjoyed your daily walks alone. Going to a park to stare at the lake, listening to music as you wander around, spending 50 minutes in the bus on the ride back home just thinking about life. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to get out. But where could you go? The police were all over town making sure that people weren’t breaking the rules. You had to think of a place that was close enough to make it there safely, but not so near your house to make you feel like you haven’t been out at all. Walking around was definitely not a secure option, so you had to think of a building of some sorts. You’ll still be indoors, but a change of scenery would be most welcomed.
So here you are now: sneaking out and quietly walking towards your favorite ice rink. Your skates were in your backpack in between a lot of  your shirts to prevent them from making noises while you were moving. You had an easy plan: watch out for cops, get to the rink a few blocks away, enter through the broken back door, skate for a few hours and then return before morning. Easier said then done. Every step that you took made you more nervous. You were scared of walking alone in the dark but it was more terrifying every time you passed by a streetlight; you were afraid of being seen. At some point you started running, but you don’t remember when. Just that suddenly the wind was stronger, the shops were behind you in seconds and the back entrance to the ice rink was just in front of you. You made it.
As silently as you could, you opened the door that was never closed, city lockdown or whatever, and made your way inside. As the rink was shut down, you expected that there was no one else around. You made your way to the benches and sat down, getting out your skates and taking out your sneakers. It was pretty difficult to tie your laces with the sanitary gloves still on so you took them off, doing the same with your mask. There hasn’t been anyone here in weeks, so you had deemed it safe enough to give up your safety ‘equipment’.
After you were done you waddled over to the rink. Taking a big breath, you stepped forward on the ice. Ok, it has been a while. You immediately fell. You would have never called yourself a pro at ice skating, but you were decent; your ass hasn’t touched the cold surface since you were 8. 12 years ago. You blame it all on the fact that you haven’t been here lately and quietly get up. You just have to get used to it again, even if that means that you’ll be here longer than you intended to. At least you’ll exercise and get tired; maybe now you will get to actually sleep at night, because laying around in your bed 24/7 certainly doesn’t help your new developed insomnia.
Starting with baby steps, you skated around the fence, working on your balance and slowly familiarizing yourself again with the smooth surface. After 2-3 laps you started speeding up and even go deeper into the rink, towards the center. You finally dared to look away from your feet and your look wandered around the wide room. There was nothing interesting to see per se; some blue colored seats for when professionals have shows, the changing area, the tall handsome boy staring at you, a booth for the occasional DJs, in the corner some- Wait. Who was that?
The stranger’s appearance totally ruined your concentration and you lost balance, falling for the second time since you got there.
‘That’s your second fall in 15 minutes. You chose a pretty bad time to learn how to ice skate.’
Great, now he’s even speaking.Didn’t he realize that it was his fault? If it weren’t for his creepy staring you’d still be on your feet now. He could at least apologize instead of being a smart-ass.
‘I’ve been skating since I was little, not that it’s any of business. And I’d be just fine right now if I wouldn’t have been startled by you, weirdo. What normal human watches people from the shadows anyway?’
‘ I wasn’t watching you from the shadows. You turned on all the lights when you came here, so I’m kinda easy to spot. Not my fault you had to watch your clumsy feet until now.’
He was wearing a smug look the whole time he spent talking to you and it made you want to tie him to a chair and eat his favorite dessert in front of him. You weren’t a violent person so this was your ultimate form of torture. Your brother knows best how painful it is…
What made the situation even worse was the fact that he was mostly right. If only you paid more attention to your surroundings, let’s just say that your life would be a lot easier.
‘Can I join you?’
Could he? You didn’t know. You didn’t know this guy, you found him weird, but on the other hand you wouldn’t mind the company. You missed this type of hanging out.
‘Sure. But only if you skate too. You could seriously damage your eyes if you stare that much. What’s your name? I’m y/n.’
‘Hyunjin’
He said nothing more and started walking towards the benches. You skated closer to that area and let your upper body rest on the fence as you quietly watched him change his shoes.
To say Hyunjin was surprised to see you here was an understatement. This place was supposed to be empty. He wanted to be alone here. Or in other words, he wanted to pass by undetected.
He lived alone. Had a one-room flat just two blocks away from the rink. He wasn’t known for respecting the law; he was far from it. After being cut off by his parents at 17 and literally thrown out, he had it really bad. Lived on the street for a few months, had to steal money and food to survive. Learned how to fight after being attacked by other people who were homeless. And all that just because he wanted to pursue dancing and not follow in his father’s footsteps; he was born to do art, not deals and business shit.
When he was 19, his younger brother, Jeongin found him. He said he’s been ‘’searching for him all over town ever since he left.’’ But he was just impossible to find. Until now. Jeongin never agreed with their parents’ methods or ways of living. But he had to suck it up as he had no other passion to follow, like his brother. The younger brother used his savings and bought Hyunjin a decent one-room in a quiet district of the city. The only pay-back that he wanted was to see his older brother doing well.
Shortly after that, Hyunjin got a job at a retail store and got a scholarship for a dance academy. He started living a normal life. Well, almost normal. As old habits die hard, he still found himself in trouble pretty often. Nothing that bad that could affect his spot at the academy though. He was careful.
Now, as the city was on lockdown, the shop that he was working at was closed and his only source of income was again his little bro. An Angel, really. Hyunjin owed his life to him and he made sure that Jeongin knew how grateful he was.
In the beginning, it was fun. No work, no worries. He would order take-out, eat, sleep, dance, watch dog videos on youtube and that’s that. But this lifestyle wasn’t for him. He wanted to go out, do stuff. It didn’t take him too long to decide. World epidemic or not, he was going out.
He found his skates while he was doing a mental breakdown cleaning around the house and now they were staring at him expectantly. Skating. That’s it. There was an ice rink just a few blocks away from him. If he was careful he could make it there in no time, feel the thrill of doing something he shouldn’t be doing and be back without anyone noticing it. It was already getting dark.
Reaching the rink was easy. Too easy. A small part of him wanted to be caught so he could run from the authorities again. It was always fun, doing that. But he’ll have to settle for breaking in. He found the old broken lock by the back door and easily entered the building. Except, it wasn’t the empty building he expected. The lights were on. Weird. Maybe those idiots who worked here forgot to turn them off when they shut down the place. But no, that wasn’t it. Someone else was there; he could hear them.
After he reached the main entrance, he was able to spot her. It was a girl, around his age or younger. She had ice skates on and was trying to get from the changing benches to the ice. It was a funny sight. It got even better though, when she fell as soon as her skate touched the ice. Hyunjin had to physically stop himself from laughing out loud. But not even his hand was able to stop his giggles.
The girl got up and tried again, sticking to the edge of the rink, where it was safer. To Hyunjin’s surprise, she got better in no time and was perfectly skating towards the center.
That’s when they made eye contact and two things happened at once. Hyunjin’s instincts kicked in and he got ready to dash out of there. But at the same time, the girl fell again and he couldn’t help but laugh loud this time. Nothing bad could happen if he stays, right?
‘’It sure does take you a lot of time to put some skates on, doesn’t it?’
‘Shut up, I’m almost done.’ and he was done; with the first skate.
‘Are you always this annoying or does it only happen at midnight?’
‘It’s barely 11 pm, what’s your point?’
To say you were completely annoyed was an understatement. You were fuming. Not only was this Hyunjin guy a total jerk for laughing at your falls, but he was also a complete pain in the ass in a conversation. Now you were thinking that you would’ve been better off at home watching netflix.
But you couldn’t leave now, you came here to skate and that’s what you’ll do. Annoying hot stranger or not.
‘I’m done. Now let me show you how to skate properly, darling.’
Hyunjin got up and made his way to the rink. He was such a sight to see: light blue skates, decorated with numerous cute stickers. He was walking confidently, almost as if he was a bad boy entering his first scene in a 90’s movie. You could only stare at his back but you wondered what his expression was like right now. You guessed it was one you’d be overjoyed to wipe off.
When he reached the ice, he stepped on in like he was a world champion or something. Everything about his body language indicated showed that he wasn’t hesitating at all and he was 100% sure of himself.
That made it a lot funnier when, after 10 seconds, he slipped and had to catch the fence to prevent his fall. Take that from karma, Mr. Hyunjin.
‘Ok, I swear there was something on the ice. I didn’t just slip.’
You wanted to reply with something petty but you couldn’t stop laughing. His face was priceless, though you would pay 1000 fines for leaving the quarantine to see it again. You were struggling to breathe when he joined you and started laughing too. He couldn’t help it, your laugh was adorable and contagious. And he had to admit that despite his hurt ego, the situation was pretty funny.
Your laugh turned into giggles when your tummy started literally hurting. Instead, you watched Hyunjin laugh. Where did that bad boy go? Because laughing in front of you now was a 5 year old. His eyes were closed, and mouth wide open, his face radiating pure joy. He was clutching his abdomen while leaning a bit forward and taking short breaths in between giggles. And the sound, you swore his voice got higher. Were you allowed to hear this? You were listening to an Angel laugh.
When he calmed down, he squinted his Toothless-like eyes at you.
‘What are you laughing at? I didn’t even fall.’
‘You were still pretty funny though.’
You skated towards him and right in his face. You stared at him for a few seconds, admiring him. He was good-looking. He had dark brown eyes, sharp but still gentle. His face had great proportions. He could definitely be a model or the main lead in a drama. His raven locks were held back by his snapback, letting his eyebrows show off. Even these were perfectly even and cleanly trimmed. It would be a crime to cover that face up with a mask. Which brings you to the next question:
‘Where’s your mask? If you were going to sneak out during a world pandemic, shouldn’t you at least try to protect yourself? Or is that completely against your bad boy principles?’
‘I don’t have any bad boy principles, that’s not how it works. And besides, I’ve just ran out of masks and gloves and stuff like that. I didn’t panic bought an entire supply.’
You wanted to laugh at his misery, but he was right. People were panic buying everything that they could get their hands on and they didn’t think about the others. Human race could totally go extinct during a time like this and it wouldn’t even be the apocalypse’s fault. People would end themselves just by being selfish and cruel.
‘And besides,’ he continued ‘ I didn’t expect any company. Not that I mind it’, he added, sending you a flirtatious wink. Yikes.
You said nothing more, just made a disgusted face and skated forward. Hyunjin giggled and followed your lead.
You two skated in silence, only breaking it to bicker once in a while when one of you made fun of the other for slipping. It was… strangely comforting, having Hyunjin here with you. He was a pain in the ass, but even as he made fun of you, he helped you get back up after you’ve fallen for the third time; and he also checked up on you to see if you were okay. After he was done laughing, that is. You were almost glad that he turned out to have the same idea as you had.
You were in the middle of a single legged jump- which you were doing because you wanted to and by no means just to prove a point to Hyunjin- when you heard it. You, of course, fell again. But that didn’t matter right now and none of you laughed. Instead, you shared worried looks. Police sirens. And they sounded pretty close. Hyunjin was the one who spoke first.
‘They couldn’t be after us, right? I mean, no one knows that we’re here. We have nothing to worry about.’
‘Yeah, you’re right. They probably found someone breaking into a shop or something.’
But even as these words were leaving your lips, your minds knew that there was a slight possibility that you could be in trouble. Big trouble. You quickly got up and on your feet again and skated towards the exit. Hyunjin once again followed you and now you were both changing into your normal shoes again. This time, Hyunjin was fast as heck. He was already done and picking up both your backpacks while you were trying to put on your second converse. Fucking double knotted laces. You had to untie them, then put your foot in and still lace them. You barely had time to put the converse on when you heard the front door of the ink opening and numerous footsteps. You realized you could no longer hear the sirens.
‘Leave it like that, we have to go now.’
Hyunjin helped you up and urged you to run with him. If you could make it back to the back door you’d be safe. You just had to run fast enough and as soundlessly as you could manage.
‘Hello? Is anyone here? Officer Kim Namjoon from local police. Please come out now.’
You froze in your steps making Hyunjin stop too. You were scared. You were never a ‘good girl’, you’ve had your fair of mischief in your life, but this was something else. You couldn’t keep your hands from shaking and your breathing was erratic. Suddenly, Hyunjin was just in front of you.
‘We need to keep moving, we have to hide. Come on.’
‘Hide? No, what do you mean hide? Are you crazy? We have to get out, have to get to the back entrance.’
‘y/n, listen to me. I’ve been in this situation before. There is someone waiting at the back for sure. We’ll run straight into them if we do that.’ although he was not practically whispering, he still kept his voice on a low and soothing tone; he wanted you to calm down and follow his lead. ‘We are going to run towards one of the other rinks and hide under them. The rinks here have a tiny space underneath, for storing the ice equipment. If we can get there and hide until they leave, we’ll be safe. Just trust me on this one, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.’
Your mind cleared up a little while hearing Hyunjin talk. You didn’t have the time to talk back or come up with something better so you just agreed with him.
Hyunin took your hand in his, tightened his grip on your bags and started running again. You took a few corners and reached a dark part of the rink, which wasn’t illuminated by the main lights. As you kept running in the dark you held his hand tighter. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure the adrenaline would kill you. All you could do now was run blindly behind Hyunjin. Still somehow, you trusted him. You felt safe right now, despite your body telling you you shouldn’t. Your mind was calm.
Hyunjin pulled you into an even darker room, using his phone’s flashlight to see the way. Once you two reached the rink, he guided you towards the space underneath it. You weren’t sure two people could fit here. It was so narrow. Hyunjin motioned for you to go under first and you did.
‘y/n, sweetie, listen to me now. I’ll have to be on you to hide, since there’s no space left. If something happens, I’ll go out and give myself up. But if I do that, I want you to stay here and not make a sound until the coast is clear and you can go home.’
You couldn’t see his face, but you felt that he was dead serious.
‘You can’t do that, I can just-’
‘I can and I will. Jeez, you have a big mouth. There’s no point in both of us going down. Listen, we don’t have time for this. I’ll just hide too now and I’ll use the backpacks to cover up.’
You were forever grateful to whatever force made both of you choose black bags tonight. Or was it that he only owned this color? He didn’t really seem like a Frozen-bag type of guy. But then again, you knew nothing about him.
While you were busy overthinking backpack colors, Hyunjin made his way over. He was standing in a push-up position, basically making a plank above you.
You remembered when Jisung, Chan’s nerdy best friend came over to work out at home with your brother. You had nothing better to do, so you sat on the couch to watch them with a pringles can in your hands.
Jisung was 3 years younger than Chan. They met through video gaming and had been best friends for over 5 years. He was a little bit taller than Chan, but slimmer. You felt like you fell into an alternate universe when you saw Jisung taking off his glasses and using your hair tie to make a man bun out of his fluffy orange hair. Was he always this hot? When he took his hoodie off, you almost chocked on the chips. Boy had guns. Jisungie, who would usually rock large hoodies and big t-shirts was now standing in your living room in a sleeveless shirt. Looking fine as hell. You were still imagining things he’d do to you with those arms while the boys were warming up.
If Chan knew what was going on in your head now, he’d kill you. And Jisung too. Protective instincts of an older brother or something like that. But the show was only beginning. The boys did a few lifts with Chan’s weights, playfully spared with each other and were now doing planks. Just watching Jisung stand in that position had your mind filling with dangerous thoughts. You imagine how his neck veins would look like from up close. Moreover, from under him. You imagined yourself slowly tracing them with your finger before lifting your head and kissing the invisible path you just drew. You’d stop just beneath his Adam’s apple and suck hard, marking him up. You wondered if he was a moaner or if he’d just gasp, tightening his grip on your hips. And then he’d lean forward and-
‘I’m not even touching you and you’re blushing like hell. What? First time being this close to a hot guy?’
Oh, right. Hyunjin was still above you, and the light from his phone was still on. He quickly turned it off though, when footsteps started getting too close.
‘Believe me, I’ve definitely been closer to a guy than this. I-’
‘I didn’t say to any guy. I said closer to a hot guy. Like me.’
‘Idiot, I was going to say that I can’t really breathe, I feel suffocated.’
That wasn’t the reason, but Hyunjin didn’t have to know that. What were you supposed to say? That you tried to get your mind off of him by thinking about another hot guy? Yeah, right. That’ll just feed his ego. And it was well fed already. But you didn’t exactly lie. You had some trouble with getting enough oxygen in your lungs. You took deep breaths, but you still felt like there was no air that you could breathe in.
‘It’s okay. It’s normal to feel like this.’ you felt him shift his weight, lifting himself higher to give you space; his arms were starting to shake. ‘But just know this: I’m here with you. And we’ll both be out in no time. Can you do something for me?’
You nodded slowly, already feeling better.
‘Close your eyes-’
‘Hyunjin, I can’t see anyway.’
‘Just close them. It’ll help, I promise. Now, imagine you’re outside. You’re somewhere far, in the countryside. There’s green everywhere and no other human. You only see trees, flowers and bees flying around. You breathe. The breeze is a little cold, but you embrace it. You are calm and everything is at peace. Now, breathe again.’
It was working. You were not completely relaxed yet, but it was easier to breathe now. When you opened your eyes, everything was pitch black; the oposite of your surroundings in the world that Hyunjin created in your mind.
The officers’ steps were getting louder and lounder; they were here. First you saw the light from their flashlights and then their boots stopping just outside the room. This was it. You were either gonna get away for good or you were going to get caught.
In the tiniest voice, so low that Hyunjin would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so close to you, you asked him to hold your hand.
‘Are you crazy? How am I going to hold myself up with just one hand?’
‘Just lean on me, you can’t be that heavy. Please, just hold my fucking hand or I’ll start panic crying right now and we’ll get caught.’
‘Fine. But don’t complain to me if you get crushed. And please just shut up, I think they’re gonna enter here soon.’
Hyunjin slowly put his elbow down on the floor right next to your head. His other hand slowly reached yours and pulled them both up to rest between your chests. His hand was slightly sweaty, just like yours. His face was so much closer now; you could feel his warm breath against you, and if you squinted a little bit, you could see his eyes. They were staring right into yours and you felt intimidated. If you could see his eyes, he could also see yours, couldn’t he?
Hyunjin had a boner. He didn’t mean to pop one right now and he wanted to die. But the rush of running away and your warm body just under him; your eyes, so scared but so full of trust. You trusted him. You were hiding quietly underneath him, so pliant and vulnerable. He tried his best to hide it and was praying every two seconds that you wouldn’t feel it. Thank god he was not wearing sweatpants today.
‘ Let’s check in here too. I’ll take the right, you search the left, Seok.’
Their voices were more than murmurs now. As they walked around the ice rink, you held your breath and tightened your hold around Hyunjin’s hand.He gently squeezed it back, his eyes softening as he looked at you.
One of the police guys got close to you. He stopped right next to your hideout. When you felt him crouching down you let out a small gasp, Hyunjin’s hand immediately letting go of yours and covering your mouth. His eyes were still fixated on you, with a stricter but still gentle look; he was silently telling you to keep your eyes on his. Don’t look away.
The one sitting on one knee right by your heads called his partner over. Once he arrived, he spoke.
‘Is that a backpack? What’s it doing here? Should I check it out?’
The other one seemed to be thinking hard as nothing else could be heard for a few seconds. You were fully panicking now, that was it. They were going to pick up the bags and find you. Then, they’ll be throwing you in jail and your mom would flip out and never allow you outside ever again.
‘Don’t touch it. We don’t know who left it here; I’m the only one with gloves and they ripped when I tried to open the front door. I’m not gonna risk it just for a bag, Hoseok.’
‘Got it, Joon. Found anything here?’
‘No. I think they already ran away, whoever they were. They did nothing too bad, if you look at the main rink, looks like they were only here to skate. No harm done. We’ll tell the rink’s security guard that we couldn’t find them. Let’s just leave.’
‘Whatever you say. I just wish I could gather all those who run out of isolation and give them a piece of my mind.’
‘You know you’re too much of a sweetheart to say something mean.’
‘Yeah, yeah, I could always throw rocks at them though.’
The deep-voiced one, Namjoon chuckled. There was a sound like he was patting Hoseok on the back and then they left.
Hyunjin was mesmerized. You were still staring helplessly at him, still muted by his large hand. You looked so good, he only wanted to ruin you. That cute sound you made right before he silenced you, he wanted to hear it again. Louder and caused by him this time.
He hesitantly removed his hand, now bringing it down to rest on both of his elbows above you without breaking eye contact. Were you too thinking about the same thing? He wanted to kiss you so bad. He slowly leaned in, giving you time to stop him.
That’s exactly what you did though, pushing on his chest to keep him away from you.
‘Eww, don’t kiss me, that’s so unhygienic. What if you’re sick but don’t know it yet?’
‘Don’t you think it’s a little bit late to think about that now? I just had my hand on your mouth. You prefer it like that? Cause I don’t mind, you do seem like the noisy type’
‘Just get off of me, you self-centered weirdo.’
‘If you didn’t want to kiss me you should’ve just said so.’
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Hyunjin was…embarrassed? No, there’s no way. But on a closer look, his cheeks were pretty pink and his lip was being chewd off by his teeth; plus, he was avoiding your eyes like the plague. Ironic.
‘I never said I don’t want to. It was just not the moment. We should really go home now, that was a close call.’
‘Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for trying to kiss you without asking. Don’t know what came over me. I just- I really wanted to kiss you. But I’ll ask for consent next time.’
Next time. Will there be a next time? You wanted to see him again, that’s for sure. You suddenly began thinking… did you really want to go home? You were pretty sure you could use a bigger change of scenery. Hyunjin turned on his phone light again and pointed it at you. You grinned while handing him his backpack.
‘Say, do you have any roommates?’
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chapter 12 of it’s always ourselves we find is here!
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[kristanna / m / modern au / coworkers & enemies to lovers ;) ]
all good w greg? 
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No. Guess what was wrong with the printer?
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out of ink?
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Unplugged.
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omg i feel like i shouldn’t laugh but i am
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Well, then it turns out he had six different viruses on his work issued laptop.
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no shit? that’s worse than hans
are you gonna make it to the dinner? I’ll save you a seat
liss told me it’s just a bunch of subs and chips and stuff but i mean it’s free
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Don’t think I will. I’m sorry :/. Haven’t even showered.
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don’t be sorry! i’ll just sneak some out and we can eat together in the room 😊
can’t have you starving to death
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And suddenly, the bubbling, hot tide of irritation that had been rising in him since the moment Greg had first interrupted them on the beach was all washed away.
“So,” Greg said, squinting, “where did all my toolbars go?”
Kristoff chuckled and clapped the older man on the shoulder. “Good one, buddy.”
“No, seriously.”
“I’ll cut you a deal. Either you promise me never to click on a pop-up porn ad again, or I’ll tell Harry exactly how many pop-up porn ads you clicked on while using your work computer.”
The other man paled at that. “How can you tell?”
Kristoff winked and tapped a finger against his temple. “Call it intuition. Have a good one, Greg.”
It was for the best that the lobby and hallways were uncrowded as he made his way back upstairs to the hotel room, because not only did he still smell sort of seaweed-y, but he was paying next to no attention to where he was going. Every part of him felt charged somehow, like the air between a burst of lightning and the clap of thunder, but in the best way; he kept pulling his phone out to check it, to remind himself that this was real, that Anna actually returned his feelings, that she was choosing to be with him tonight.
Tonight-- and maybe beyond that, if this streak of luck continued. 
To his relief, she still wasn’t back in the room by the time he got there; he wanted nothing more than to hold her again the way he had in the water, but he also knew that there was definitely still some sand where it did not belong and that his chances of finally getting to kiss her were severely lowered if he didn’t hurry up and rinse off the saltwater that still felt like it was clinging to every inch of him.
He was just rinsing the last of the suds from his skin when he heard the door to the room open and Anna calling for him.
“In here,” he called back. 
“Hurry up before your food gets cold.”
He chuckled. “It’s sandwiches. It’s supposed to be cold.”
“Yeah, but you had to stop and think about it for a second, didn’t you?”
“Did not,” he said as he switched off the water and reached for his towel.
“Definitely did,” came the cheerful reply. “But seriously, hurry up, slowpoke. I’m fucking starving.”
When he emerged, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt as he ran a hand through his still-damp hair, she was just coming back in from the balcony, her teeth chattering. “Hey, Kris,” she said, and without further preamble she wrapped her arms around his waist and nestled her face against his shoulder.
“Hey, yourself,” he said, one hand instinctively flying up to cradle the back of her head as the other pressed against her back, pulling her closer to his chest.
Anna sighed happily and nuzzled her cheek against him. “Sorry, is this okay? It’s just kind of chilly now that it’s dark out.”
“‘Course,” he mumbled, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “But I’ve got a sweatshirt you can borrow. I’d hold you all night, but that’d make eating difficult, huh?”
She peered up at him, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Would you really?”
He swallowed hard. “Ah, shit, Anna. I-- it’s one thing when I tell you stuff like that on accident, but on purpose…”
So fast he didn’t have time to react, she brushed a kiss against the underside of his jaw and whispered, “You’re sweet, you know that?”
Speechless, he only nodded and headed over to his suitcase. “Here,” he said, pulling out a worn, navy blue sweatshirt and offering it to her. “It’s kinda old, but it’s pretty warm.”
Anna wriggled quickly into it, and for the second time that day his heart stuttered in his chest at the sight of her wearing his clothes. The sweatshirt was even bigger on her than his button down had been; it hung nearly to her knees. She giggled as she held up her hands to examine just how far past her fingertips the sleeves of the sweatshirt dangled. “At this rate, you’re going to go home with an empty suitcase.”
Kristoff didn’t reply, too overcome with the sudden thought of this is the night you’re going to kiss her. Of course he had tried to earlier when they were interrupted, and he just might have even before that in the elevator if only they’d had another ten seconds or so, but now seeing her so delighted to be wearing something else of his, the way her eyes had sparkled when he’d offered, the fact that she’d snuck him his dinner up here so they could enjoy it together underneath the starlight with nothing but the sound of the waves to disturb them--
Tonight, he thought, a shiver of wonder racing through him.
“Kris?”
He blinked, startled from his reverie, and looked down to see a look of concern crossing Anna’s face. “Are you alright?” she asked, looking suddenly nervous. “You were just-- staring at me.”
“Yeah, it’s just-- just-- yeah,” he said lamely, and to his surprise, her cheeks turned rosy. 
“Well, anyway,” she said, a little shy as she tugged the sleeves up enough that her hands were free, “I, uh, I put the food out on the table out on the balcony. I got you a Dr. Pepper, that’s your favorite, right?”
He nodded, once again too overwhelmed for words, and reached down to tangle his fingers with hers.
They ate in near silence, exchanging shy glances across the little table between bites of their sandwiches. He wanted to ask her more about everything, not just about the sudden miracle that had sprung up between them but about her, about what she liked to do on weeknights and where she went to elementary school and how she ended up working at an office supply company that, some days, seemed to run purely on nepotism and scotch tape.
And it occurred to him, suddenly, as he watched Anna settle further back in her chair, letting the sleeves fall back down to cover her fingers, that he knew the answers, that they’d been gleaned one at a time over the fourteen months they’d worked together; that she liked to go hiking with her sister or read at home with her cat on her lap; that she’d grown up in Illinois and been homeschooled until high school; and that she’d gone to Auburn and followed her sister further east. 
And god, even just realizing that he’d already known it all, that he’d known it and known that he felt this way about her for so long, was enough for him to again feel that rising certainty that he was going to kiss her tonight-- well, certainty and panic.
Anna, for her part, appeared to be more focused on the night sky than on the way he was dying a slow and painful death right there on the balcony. “I wish we could see the stars like this closer to the city,” she said softly, the evening breeze fluttering through the ends of her hair. 
“You can,” Kristoff blurted out. “I can from my yard.” 
She turned to look at him, her eyes softer than she’d ever seen them. “Can I come see them sometime?”
“You don’t even have to ask,” he breathed, hoping she understood how earnestly he meant it, and that that went for anything she asked of him; it was hers, all she might want of all he had.
He thought for a minute that the moment might be then, from the way her lips parted slightly and the way she leaned forward, but then something lit up in her expression, and she was on her feet. “Oh! I forgot we have dessert!”
He raised his eyebrows at that; it was very unlike Anna to forget anything sweet. He listened to her rustling around through her bag for a moment as he drew in a deep breath, trying as best he could to steady his nerves. 
“Aha!” she said triumphantly, pulling out the bag of M&Ms he’d bought for her the day before and waving them in the air. 
“Well, how about that,” Kristoff said, trying to contain his amusement. 
She grinned, already tearing the bag open. “You want some? Hold out your hand.”
“Nah, that’s okay,” he said, and as she shrugged and popped a handful into her mouth, he added airily, “I got them for you.”
She froze, one hand halfway back down from her mouth, the other slowly losing its grip on the bag. He could have sworn he could pinpoint the moment it had clicked for her— something about the way her eyes were suddenly so bright it made his chest ache. 
“Well, don’t mind me, go on and eat them,” he said mischievously. “I spent good money on those.”
She set the bag down with a decisive tap and finally remembered to swallow. “It was you?” she whispered. “The whole time?”
If he was being honest, he suddenly felt a little off balance himself. He barely managed a nod as she drew closer to him; he let his knees pull further apart so that she could stand between them as she leaned down to set her fingertips against his jaw. They were trembling, just barely.
“I can’t believe it,” Anna said, her voice barely audible. 
“Can’t believe what?”
A soft smile crept over her features. “How something so obvious was right in front of my eyes, and I never even noticed.”
His heart was beginning to pound. “I— I think I missed a couple things, too,” he murmured as she leaned down, and then suddenly— finally— they were kissing, her lips earnest and still candy-sweet against his. He set his hands on her waist to try and pull her closer she went easily, settling herself on his lap. 
“Anna,” he whispered, and felt her smile against him, and god, it was even better than his dreams. 
---
It had been difficult, at first, to fall asleep when she’d kept giggling. “What?” Kristoff had asked, confused, as they faced each other across the mattress, still keeping their distance though they hadn’t bothered with setting up any semblance of a barrier.
“It’s just that a couple of days ago I thought you hated me, and then we just kissed for the first time tonight, and now we’re sharing a bed and it’s just-- it’s just sort of crazy, isn’t it?”
“That’s one word for it.”
She’d raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What word would you choose?”
He’d thought for a moment before saying, “Lucky,” his voice so serious it made something in her chest flutter.
And she’d bitten her lip and scooted across the midpoint of the mattress and shyly settled a hand on his chest like she had the night before, and he’d gone a step further and slid an arm around her shoulders to pull her even closer, and then they’d kissed again until Anna pulled back and whispered, “Is it okay if we just do this?”
“What do you mean just this?”
“Just-- kissing. Even though we’re sharing a bed? I just-- I don’t want to…”
“Rush things?” he’d finished for her, and she’d nodded, too shy to meet his gaze.
“Me either,” he had whispered then as she nestled her face against his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her nerves until she slid into a deep, dreamless sleep.
At some point in the night, though, a sudden sense of loss dragged her from slumber, leaving her blinking, disoriented, in the pitch dark room.
“Kristoff?” she asked, reaching blindly for him before her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
He was sitting up on the edge of the bed, slumping forward with his head in his hands. Anna sat up, rubbing at her eyes. “Kris, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
She glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand, squinting at the red digits in the darkness. “It’s after two.”
“Believe me, I know.”
He sounded so dejected that she didn’t even have to think it through before her mind was made up. She pushed the covers back and crawled over to sit behind him. After taking a moment to steel herself, she slid her arms around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the warm, woodsy smell of his shower gel that still lingered on his skin.
“Hey,” he murmured, lowering a hand to press it over hers where it rested on his stomach.
“Hey, yourself,” she replied, nuzzling her nose just above the collar of his t-shirt. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
“No.”
“Will you anyway? Please?”
“Nosy.”
“Grumpy.”
“Hey, I was pretty cheerful today,” he contended, and a soft laugh escaped her.
“You were. It was really nice.”
He squeezed her hand at that, and she smiled, wondering if he could feel it against his skin. For several long moments neither of them moved, not daring to speak a word that might brush up too harshly against this tenuous, newborn tranquility between them, and then Kristoff sighed. “You’re not going to go back to bed, are you?”
“Nope. Not til I know you’re okay.”
“I don’t want you to worry.”
“Too late for that.”
Kristoff chuckled. “You’re too stubborn for your own good, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told. By you, mostly.”
He lowered both of his hands now, settling them in his lap, before turning as best he could to look at her over his shoulder, his dark eyes glossed with moonlight. “I’ve never told anyone this.”
“You can trust me,” Anna replied. “But you don’t have to.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “I know. It’s just...it’s kind of a long story.”
She shifted to sit behind him, turning so she could lean against his broad back and rest her cheek against the soft fabric of his worn shirt. “I’ve got all night.”
He sighed heavily enough that she rose and fell with him. “I just...if this changes how you think about me--”
“It won’t,” she said decisively. 
“It might,” he pressed on. “So I just...I’m sorry if it does.”
“Kristoff, quit worrying and just tell me.”
He sighed again. “I just...I really need this presentation to go well tomorrow. I can’t get fired.”
Anna frowned. “Why is that a big secret? I don’t want to get fired either.”
“No, it’s-- it’s different. I can’t get fired, Anna, I...I need this job to help take care of my family. And if I lose this one, I don’t think I could find another.”
“Of course you could! You’re super smart and good at all your-- your computery things, and--”
“I don’t have a degree. I barely even finished high school.”
She was glad he couldn’t see the shock she was sure was evident on her face. “But you’re the head of IT.”
“I know, believe me, and I-- I know there’s no way in hell I’d get a job like this again. Shit, I’d be lucky to get anything full time. But my mom and dad, they’re retired, and they don’t have a lot of savings because they spent it on all of us.”
“All of...who?”
Kristoff groaned; she felt his back shift as he raised a hand to run it through his hair. “I-- fuck. I guess I better tell you my whole shitty life story, huh?”
She turned and pressed a kiss against the nape of his neck. “Only if you want me to.”
He was quiet for a long moment then, but she waited patiently like she always did for him when it really mattered, knowing that, unlike her, he preferred to gather his thoughts in advance before diving in headfirst. Her eyelids were beginning to droop when at last he began to speak, his voice tight.
“I was a foster kid for a long time, til I was about to turn nine. And my folks took me in-- they took in, shit, I don’t even know how many of us over the years, but me and my sister were the only ones who stayed. And they were good to me like no one else had ever been, and when they finally adopted me-- shit, it was the best day of my life. But I...I was just so angry sometimes, not at them but just at the whole world, you know?”
She nodded, too overcome to speak, and after a moment he sighed and went on. “And so I just...I fucked around in school, spent more time in suspension than out, fell in with a bunch of other guys who did the same dumb shit. And then one day, I got arrested, and Pop told me that was it. He made me get back into therapy, made me sit at the kitchen table and do all my homework while he watched, wouldn’t let me leave the house unless he or Ma was with me. And I was furious, and then that burned out, and I was just bored as hell, and so I started messing around with computers, trying to figure out how they worked. At first it was so I could figure out how to fuck more shit up at school, but then I got serious about it.”
He paused then, shifting a little to look back at her. “I’m rambling, I know. You can tell me to shut up and go back to bed if you--”
“No,” Anna said fiercely. “I want to know. And I think you need to talk about it for your own sake.”
He was quiet for a moment, just taking stock of her expression, before nodding slowly. “Maybe I do.”
She settled against his back again. “So keep going.”
He chuckled at that, and she couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of his back rumbling against her. “Bossy.”
“Grumpy. Stop trying to distract me.”
“I...okay, okay, fine. Anyway, I graduated by the skin of my teeth, but I had no clue what to do with myself. Pop, uh, he was a handyman, and he got called up to the office building-- our office building, I mean-- and so I just went with him to kill time. And one day Mr. Westergaard-- as in the old dude-- he was there, and he was really pissed off about something with his laptop, and so I offered to fix it, and I did. And he just kinda looked at me and said, ‘well, shit, son, the IT guy I got now told me to just buy a new one’, and he hired me on the spot. And I just...I worked my way up from there, you know? And because he gave me a chance, I turned my life around, and now I can take care of my parents and my sister, and if I lose this…I don’t know if anyone else would hire me.”
Something dawned on Anna then, and she leaned around his shoulder to get a look at his face. “So Hans…”
“He knows, yeah. So does Harry. Nobody else, though. So that’s why he holds it all over my head, knows I can’t do shit about it.”
“Fucking rat bastard,” they said in unison, and after a moment of surprise they both laughed. 
Anna reached over to squeeze his hand. “Maybe...maybe now if people saw the experience you have…”
“Maybe’s not good enough, not when they need me. I gotta at least help them get through til Maggie graduates, and she’s got another year of high school after this one.”
She moved then to set beside him, tugging at his arm until he raised it and let her slip underneath it. He dropped it over her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I know that’s a lot to unload on you, Anna, I don’t blame you if--”
“Oh, shut up, Bjorgman, this doesn’t change jack shit. Except that now I think I like you even more.”
“What, really? Former fuckup, that’s your type?”
“No. But it means a lot to me that you told me all that.”
He was quiet then, his thumb rubbing slowly up and down against her shoulder. She was still wearing his sweatshirt-- he was crazy if he ever thought he was getting it back. She nestled closer against his side, wrapping her arms around his sturdy waist. “I’m here for you, Kristoff,” she said softly. “Anytime you need to talk about shit like this. It’s not gonna change how I-- how I feel about you. And tomorrow-- don’t even worry, okay? I’m gonna make sure the presentation is the best fucking presentation this company has ever seen.”
“I don’t know, last year’s presentation on solar panels is a tough one to beat…” he said half-heartedly.
“I mean it,” she said softly. “Fuck Hans. Tomorrow is going to be great. But first, we gotta get some sleep. You can’t just sit up all night worrying it’ll go badly, because then that’s exactly what will happen.”
“I know, I know, it’s just...I don’t know. I was just... I was thinking about all this shit, and then about you, and how I finally got to kiss you, and--”
“Finally?”
“Ah, shit, this is another one of those things you’re gonna want me to say, and you only know about it ‘cause I let it slip, and--”
“Finally for me too,” she interrupted. “But you kinda already gave it away when you confessed about the M&Ms. I got the first pack of those less than a month in.”
“...yeah.”
She leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, but before she could, he turned and caught her lips with his own. She sighed against him, letting one hand rest on his chest as his arm tightened around her.
When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers. “How am I supposed to sleep when it means missing out on more of that, huh?”
“Cut you a deal, if you don’t get your ass back under the covers right now, I’ll never kiss you again.”
She didn’t think she’d ever seen him move so quickly.
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