#wow amazing how every thought i have manages to eventually lead to the question

[liapher]

wait, do en/sv/no/de all have a different word meaning 'exact' that's (part of) the prototypical affirmative utterance

#exactly 🤝 precis 🤝 akkurat 🤝 genau #i learned about precis vs akkurat v quickly after arriving in norway bc i kept using 'precis' #and people clocked me immediately as 'learned some swedish at some point' #anyway this isn't to say that alternative versions like 'precisely' don't exist but they're not theeeee go-to version. right? #or is this down to personal preference / geographic/etc. variation #the worst part about being into linguistic variation is that the actual recorded data are fairly limited :/ #anyway i do enjoy going around asking various acquaintances 'how would you express [x]' / 'does [x construction] sound natural to you' #maybe. i should stay in academia. #wow amazing how every thought i have manages to eventually lead to the question #'what am i gonna do with my life once this semester is over' 🙃

[elysianslove]

heaven on your lips; matsukawa smau

synopsis; he finds refuge in that no matter what, you will always come back to him. he finds refuge in that he’s the sole reason for your pleasure and happiness. whether that be from the sidelines, or from within the four walls of your home, in the confines of your bedroom. no matter what, you’re his, and he’s yours, even if neither of you seem to notice it.

pairings; matsukawa issei x fwb!reader

genre; fluff, smut, humor

warnings; cursing and inappropriate language. nsfw and suggestive themes.

note; i am so excited to post this holy crap. if there are grammar or spelling mistakes pls just ignore my brain is fried :( 

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issei remembers the day the two of you had decided on your arrangement, clearly too. maybe it’s because, looking back now, it’s the first real clue on the consequences.

this had been maybe the third (or had it been fourth) time either of you you had woken up naked in each other’s beds, limbs tangled and muscles sore from their exhaustion. you’d been half asleep in his arms, eyes barely open, cheek pressed to his chest and arm slung across his torso. only minutes ago were you fixated on his phone’s screen, but after the night’s strenuous activities, and the warmth and comfort issei was radiating, so soothing, calming, safe, it was hard not to easily lose focus and fall into a deep slumber.

if he’d noticed, he wouldn’t have nudged you awake. but he hadn’t, so he’d lifted his shoulder, shaking you awake slightly as he locked his phone, tossing it across his bed. 

“why’d you wake me?” you’d sleepily asked, slowly lifting yourself up. a red splotch had appeared on your cheek and jaw, from having pressed against his skin for too long, and, unable to resist, he’d reached out and poked at it cheekily. he remembers you grabbing at his finger, rolling your eyes as you’d threatened to bite him.

as he’d watched you sat up, brushing your hair back and trying to smooth it over, he’d asked you. now, he realizes, it hadn’t been the right question. at the time, of course it was. he liked the way you fit against him so perfectly, the way nobody had ever felt as good as you, how responsive you were to him, the way everything felt so electric. it had been summer, the weather outside obvious on the way your skin glimmers from not just where you’d been beneath him. the summer after graduation, where uncertainty was at its highest. commitment was scary in every way, and so were big decisions. both of you already had the responsibility of your future on your shoulders. his suggestion had been perfect for your situation.

“do you wanna keep doing this?”

if only he’d had the courage to take it further. fate had spelled it out for him, handed it to him on a silver platter. you were his past, his present, and so obviously, his future. and yet, he’d hesitated. he’d faltered, stuttered, wavered, and then he’d had to watch you belong to another man for a night, and for however long it was meant to.

“that’s an— amazing idea,” you’d gasped. “why didn’t we think of that last time?”

he’d laughed lightly, welcoming you easily into his embrace as you’d leaned forward, hovering your lips above his as you had added, “or the time before that?” before kissing him lightly, crawling closer to him. “or the time before that?” you had repeated, kissing him again, sleep having completely worn off. he’d helped you onto his lap, your skin feeling so pretty and perfect against his large hands as he’d kneaded and massaged your waist and hips, pulling you even closer to him.

and now, as he locks his car, walking to your front door, he somehow feels you upon his lips.

the memory is frustrating, and he’s reminded awfully of the things he’d do to kiss you again. even if he hadn’t noticed and recognized it then, it had been nothing short of heaven. 

heels in your hand, a just freshly used lipstick tube in the other, you rush towards the door when the bell rings loud, praying that it’s not an unexpected guest and one of your boys instead

“coming!” you call out loudly, placing the lipstick aside and finally opening the door. at the sight of issei on the other side, you relax, sighing lightly.

“can’t say i haven’t seen you this relieved to see me before,” he teases, smirking familiarly down at you. even after ending it, he still manages to slip in a sex joke or two— you can’t say you blame him.

you roll your eyes, still managing to smile lightly as you step aside, allowing him to enter. his figure now properly illuminating, you’re able to fully take him in. it’s unsurprising that he looks good; issei’s always managed to effortlessly look put together, even in the most casual of clothes. but maybe it’s because he’s not in casual clothes that you feel a yearning for him you haven’t had since he’d been naked in your bed over a month back. he’s dressed in black on black, a button up and slacks. the button up’s sleeves are rolled up to his mid forearms, and on his wrist are two leather bands. but most importantly, on his fingers are a multitude of rings, silver and black, thick and thin, accentuating just how nice his hands really are.

“a blazer would’ve been too much, hm?” he interrupts your staring, cracking his knuckles lightly.

“like you own one,” you joke, smiling tauntingly as you lead the way to your living room.

laughing loudly, he follows you as you make your way to the couch, sitting down and placing your heels by your feet. but just as you’re about to grab at one of the heels, he beats you to it, lifting it up, before tapping at your knee. “let me,” he offers, outstretching a hand expectedly.

raising a brow, you observe him carefully. but because this is issei, it’s issei, you don’t think twice as you lift your leg over his lap, letting his hands brush against your ankle as he fits the heel on. “wow, ‘sei, didn’t think you’re down this bad,” you laugh, lifting your other leg up to let him put your other heel on. he rolls his eyes at your words, smiling softly. as he secures it, you lift a hand to his shoulder, adding, “thank you.”

“no, thank you, for flashing me,” he says, finger reaching out for your dress’s strap, hooking through it and lifting it over your shoulder. you hold back a shiver when his finger brushes against your skin. 

you spare a glance down, scoffing as you reply, “you’ve seen worse.”

“you mean better,” he corrects you, and you stifle a laugh, shaking your head as you fix yourself up, fumbling with your hair and dress and accessories. “what are you stressing so much about? you look gorgeous.”

your hands falter slightly at his words, and you smile softly at him, relaxing. “so you meant what you said?”

“when have i ever not?”

the doorbell rings again.

slowly, but surely, your home starts to fill with people. right after issei had been makki, iwaizumi, and oikawa, but not long after had the karasuno third years — and some past first and second years too, including a certain, lively, ginger boy — arrived. it’s a surprise seeing hinata slightly taller now, and he jokes that it won’t be long before he’s surpassing everyone in the room.

you spend the time between that and when the next people arrive catching up with everyone, learning what they’ve been up to. it’s a lot less awkward than you’d imagined, and you easily fall into comfortable talk, and  soon a lighthearted atmosphere builds.

when semi first sees you, he smiles, softly. he grabs at your hand and twirls you around, telling you that you look so pretty, dove. the nickname as always, makes your heart flutter in your chest, but just like the last time you’d been with him, it also aches. terribly so.

it’s eleven thirty when your home is properly flooded with people, half an hour away from midnight. someone had taken the liberty of dimming the lights slightly, and everyone had long since gotten comfortable. as you glance at the couch occupied by a couple making out — you’re barely able to identify their figures among the other people that crowd around them and the darkness that surrounds the couple — and at the drinks and foods scattered across the room, you realize just how much of a pain this’ll be to clean up.

thankfully, you have four extremely athletic boys as your backbone. it’s the only thing that keeps your mind at ease when you watch someone’s drink spill all over them and on the floor.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts, both literally and figuratively, when a familiar redhead grips at your wrist— a now bald redhead?

“tendō? oh my god, you shaved your hair!” you’re practically yelling over the loud music booming through the house — please, do not let the cops raid this party — eyes wide at the man before you.

he laughs loudly, eyes closing and head thrown back, before he rubs his hand over his hair, or what’s left of it. “ya like it, huh?” he asks loudly, beaming down at you.

you nod excitedly, gripping at his hands tightly. “i actually really do. suits you,” you chuckle.

he laughs again, replying with a heartfelt thank you, holding onto you just as eagerly as he adds, “come on, let’s dance, pretty girl.”

by the time the countdown is nearly about to start, you’d been roped into dancing with tendō and kuroo, whose friend bokuto had jumped in the middle of it all. makki’s easily drawn to vibes like these, so, unexpectedly, you’d found him by your side immediately. bursting with adrenaline and slightly overwhelmed, you’d pulled kiyoko and any other girls you had come across into the small dance circle you and the rest had created. unsurprisingly, kiyoko’s an incredible dancer. it’s freeing and intoxicating, the way you’re able to let loose, to be so carefree, inhibitions mostly lost. 

you’re breathless and sweaty as everyone eventually groups and pairs off aside, hair pulled up and out of your face to air yourself out slightly. the room is buzzing with excitement as the last minutes before midnight pass, drinks in hand and cheers prepared.

issei finds you exactly sixty seconds before midnight.

you’re walking in the opposite direction, but his hand latches onto your wrist, turning you around. when you spot and recognize him before you, you beam, walking closer to him.

“hey,” you greet him, smiling warmly. his expression only slightly mirrors yours, laced more with worry than you, and more than you’d ever seen on him, and when his hand leaves your wrist, it only finds your hand instead. but you don’t pull away at it. you let him test the waters, his hand shakily slipping into yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

near you, someone calls out the thirty second mark.

“i have to tell you something.”

he’s a lot closer now, his grip on your hand tightening, almost as if nervously, your confusion growing.

“right now?” you wonder, watching as he nods.

the twenty second mark is yelled out from someone that sounds an awful lot like oikawa.

“right now,” he replies. “it should have been a long time ago though.”

your brows furrow, and you cock your head slightly, stepping closer to him. “you can tell me anything,” you promise him, reassuring. you squeeze your hand in his, urging another smile on your face as his eyes meet yours. 

“anything?”

you nod encouragingly, almost feeling the time tick by. the room starts to feel smaller. 

“nobody could ever compare,” he starts, just as someone calls out the ten second mark. your eyes search for meaning in his, but you’re clueless. the countdown begins, from ten to nine to eight, and he continues, “nobody.”

“issei—“

“— four, three, two!—“

“i love you.”

“—HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

and then he kisses you.

end note; 🦋🦋🦋 enjoy this while it lasts loves <3 

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

loving you is the antidote

Summary:

Harry  meet you at the gala and you both spent the whole night talking. He didn't get your number and he thought that was the end of you both, but later you both found your way back to each other while filming the Golden music video in italy.

Warning: fluff

Word count: 3.9k

Title: loving you is the antidote

Pairing: harry styles x reader

author note: been waiting to post this lol

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Here's how it started.

You woke up to your alarm blaring. Any other day you would hate that, but today you were quite grateful for it. You were going to the met gala for the first time in your career as a model. It was exciting.

You hopped out of the bed. Before you left your room you grabbed your phone before walking down the hallway to the kitchen. 

It was 11 in the morning, birds were chirping and the sun was casting light on your kitchen. It felt nice against your skin as you pulled out your cereal and milk. You walked over to the island and took a seat and began to eat your breakfast while you scrolled through Instagram. 

You didn't notice it at first, but you got a dm from someone you really adored. When you finally noticed, you gasped loudly

It was Harry Styles

You just couldn't believe it. The spoon in your hand, feel from your fingers as you pressed his contact. A message popped up and you began to read them.

Hi it's Harry styles. I just wanted to say I really admire what you do. I hope we can meet if you're going to the met gala tonight because I am. We can talk if you'll like, just really want to meet you. See you then hopefully. Love H.

The last bit made you smile a lot. You were really thinking about messaging him back, but you decided to surprise him until you got to the gala.

You finished up your breakfast with a racing heart. Harry styles out of all people liked what you did; he admired it. That made you shocked, at the same time giddy, also nervous. 

After you finished your breakfast, you got up from the table, placing your bowl in the sink. As soon as you turned your phone began to ring. Walking back to the table, you picked it up seeing that it was your manager Sara.

Quickly you picked up. "Hi Sara." You practically screamed into the phone. You already regret it. 

"Wow you're quite exciting. What happened? it's almost 9 in the morning, you're never this happy." Sara chuckled. You knew she was shaking her head. 

"Sorry Sara. It's just… I got a message from someone special today." 

"Ohh who?" She asked flirty. You laughed. "It was from harry styles. He wanted to see me at the met gala. He said he admired me." You began to beam as you remembered that message.

"Wow y/n lucky you." Sara laughed. "Well if you're going to see him at the gala then me and Jenny have to come over and get you ready." 

"I'm ready to get ready." You nodded even though she couldn't see you. "Okay well I'll see you in about…" Sara looked down at her watch. "In about an hour. I'll see you till then ok?" 

"Okay Sara." You said your good-byes to each other and ended the call. You exhaled after sitting your phone down on the kitchen counter. You were going to take a nice warm shower before Sara got here because it was always needed

You walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, to the bathroom. You inched over to the shower, turning the on knob to the hot water. While it got warm, You began to stare at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes, Harry styles still on your mind.

When you noticed you were daydreaming you quickly snapped out of it. "Gosh." You muttered to yourself. You turned to the shower seeing the glass steaming with fog. You began to strip from your pajamas until you were bare as the day you were born. 

Slowly you got under the warm shower. Your muscles relaxing as a sigh passed your lips. Water trickled down your skin as you stood under the shower head. It felt amazing, and you'll love to stay in there forever, but you had things you had to do and that wasn't an option.

You began to wash your body. After about 5 minutes you were satisfied by how clean you were and turned off the shower head. You got out, right after wrapping a towel over your damp body, before you walked over to your vanity to begin your morning routine. 

You bopped your head to Golden that was now blasting on your phone as you got yourself ready. You just loved Harry's angelic voice as he sang from his heart. 

You were so in your element you didn't notice Time was moving quickly. The doorbell rang making you jump slightly. You got up out of your vanity chair and Walked to the door.

Opening it, you were met with Sara and your makeup artist and stylist. "How are you y/n?" Jeffrey, your makeup artist, asked as you let them all in. "Um…" you drew a long breath. "Pretty good."

You shut the door behind you before turning to look at them. "That's amazing. I heard the very famous Harry styles adores you." He gave you wiggly eyebrows as he sat his makeup case down. You began to blush at his knowing. 

"Yes he does adore me. He wants to see me later which is pretty exciting." You clashed your hands together, smiling widely. Your stylist Maria laughed, "well take a seat. We're going to glam you up for this big day." You smiled at them and took a seat at your dining room table. "Work your magic."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

two hours later they were all done. Your makeup was done, so was your hair. You decided on a white Versace dress to wear to the gala because it made you feel sexy and look sexy. Your team agreed on that last statement when you walked out of your bedroom with it on.

"Oh my gosh y/n you look amazing honey." Jeffrey said. 

You twirled around, showing off the lace dress. "I love it, it looks so nice." Sara walked over to you. "Are you ready to go?" She smooths out the dress before looking at you.

"I'm more than ready." You said, beaming. "Alright then," Sara clashed her hands together. "Let's go then."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

The drive to the gala didn't take long. You were so giddy to go. It was probably mostly because of Harry. As you pulled into the driveway of the art museum, Jeffrey made sure your makeup was perfect before you even stepped out of the car. 

Sara stepped out first before a guard helped you out. You took a deep breath as you saw people everywhere. You put on a smile as the door was shut behind you. 

Slowly, you walked up the steps, the photographer calling your name for you to look at their camera. You posed, giving them every angle. 

You eventually reached the top of the stairs. Waiting up there was an interviewer wanting to interview you.

"Y/n, how are you?" She asked you, holding the microphone up to you. "I'm great. Really excited to be here." You looked at the interviewer, ready for her next question. 

"What are you wearing tonight?" 

"Um… I'm wearing versace. I've wanted to wear this dress forever. I'm very excited to be wearing it." You laughed at the end of the sentence before smiling. 

"Well it's your first time to the gala, are you excited to see anyone?" She looked at you, waiting for your answer. You were dying to say Harry styles, but you know what kinda drama that could start. So you said some other people you were actually excited to see. "I'm excited to see Blake lively and Zendaya." You kinda lied.

The interviewer went with it and asked you a few more questions before she ended. Sara then led you to where the party was. You breathed a sigh of relief, but your heart was beating fast. Harry styles could be anywhere in the building. That excited you a lot. A waiter came over to you with a glass of wine. You took it right after you thinked him. You stood in the back and looked around at the sea of people. They were dressed beautifully from head to toe. You felt kinda shitty because your dress wasn't much compared to others. But a voice made you forget about the others around you.

"You look stunning."

You turned to your left to see the one and only harry. Your eyes met with his emerald eyes and it felt like you both were the only two in the building. A smile appeared on Harry's face as he walked closer to you. The pit in your stomach filled with butterflies the hurted, but in the most amazing way.

 "How are darlin'?" Harry asked. "Um… I'm great." You were flustered and Harry noticed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite." He winked at you, making you giggle a little. 

"Uh so you want to talk?" You asked him,  sitting the champagne glass on the bar top that was behind you. Harry nodded lightly. "Yes, I would like to talk. Follow me."

Harry began to lead the way. You followed him, trying not to freak the hell out. Harry led you to a room where only a few people were. They were in their own little world so of course Harry brought you back there.

"Here sit beside me." Harry sat down in a chair and you sat in the one beside him. "So," Harry started, looking at you. "I just wanted to chat with you because you're pretty amazing."

You felt your face heat up at his words. "Thank you. You're pretty amazing yourself." Harry smiled, showing off his dimple. "Stopped, you're making me blush." 

You chuckled at him. "No seriously you are. Your singing is unbelievably amazing and it just makes me forget about the world and smile." You looked off into the distance as you thought about those nights where you were belching lights up in your house by yourself.

"Thank you for making music." You turned back to Harry seeing him look at you with a smirk. "You're a doll. Well I'm going to say your modeling is awesome. I hope that doesn't sound weird but yeah it is."

“No it’s not. Thank you again.” 

You and Harry kept talking. You both were flirting with each other like crazy. You would notice Harry's eyes falling to your lips as you talked. It made you flustered. You weren’t going to lie, you were doing the same thing. 

You both didn’t notice that you had been talking for an hour until Sara came and told you that you unfortunately had to go. You looked back as Sara walked away. 

“Well i gotta go.” you stood up and exhaled. “It was nice to meet you.” you turned to see harry getting up. “Same here.” he stood in front of you. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he looked into your eyes. You smiled slightly as shivers ran across your sink. Harry inched closer and closer to your lips, his eyes flickering to yours and to your lips. Both yours and Harry's hearts were racing. 

Time stopped as Harry's lips touched yours. Your whole body tingled as he kissed you. The kiss was sweet, but had so much passion in it. You wanted to stay like this forever but you knew you couldn’t. You pulled away from Harry's lips, resting your forehead against yours. 

“I have no words.” you muttered as you opened your eyes. Harry pulled away, looking at you. “Same. I really enjoyed this day with you, hopefully we meet again.” Harry said as he took his hand, brushing it over your cheek bone. “Well I should go before Sara comes and yells at me. Bye harry.” 

You waved to him as you walked away, leaving his sight. Harry watched as you walked away. He knew you were going to be on his mind all week and he wouldn't have minded that.

Harry sat back down in the chair. A smile appeared on his face as he leaned back. You were something special.

-:-:-:-:

It's been a whole month since you've seen Harry. He was on your mind constantly. You loved every thing that happened on the night of the Met gala, but one thing you regret was not getting his number. 

 On the other side of the world, Harry was feeling the same way. You flooded his mind constantly. He fell asleep smiling as he thought about you. He wished he would've been smarter and got your number, but he couldn't go back and now he had to live with it.

Harry sat on his couch, his guitar tucked in between his arms and his thighs as he strummed away. He was coming up with some new music for his next album. The sound of his guitar filled Harry's ears. This song he was playing was about you and how close he was to getting you. He was really indulged in singing, so much  when his phone rang it startled him.

He picked it up seeing that it was jeff. “Jeff?” Harry said. “Hi harry, so i was thinking we could do a music video for golden. What do you think?” 

Harry suckedin his breath as he thought. “Um… I do like the sound of that. When do you want me to do it and where?”

“Um I was thinking today you can go to Italy and film like a 70s style music video. And I have the perfect girl for the video.” Jeff laughed on the other end of the phone. Harry smiled at Jeff's words, getting extremely curious. “Who is it?” Harry questioned. Jeff sucked in his breath. “Uh you have to go to italy to see.” 

Harry shook his head laughing at jeff. “Okay you convinced. I’m going.” Harry got up and finished the call with jeff. After he hung up, Harry made his way to his bedroom to pack. He opened his closet and pulled out his suitcase. He began to stuff a few pairs of pants and trousers in his suitcase. When he had enough for a few days, he zipped up his suitcase and walked out of the room with it.

Harry wondered who Jeff was going  to pair him with for the music video, but he’ll eventually see. Before Harry left he called Anne to tell her where he was going. She was still a huge Mama Bear. When he was finished with the call, he drove his way to the airport. 

Watermelon sugar was blasting on the radio. Harry could help but belch out the song because you know it's his song. After about 15 minutes Harry arrived at the airport. He parked, got out of his car before making his way to the airport. After going through security he walked through the terminal. Of course while waiting to board some fans asked for a picture. He didn't mind so he took some pictures  with a few. When Harry was finally in his seat by the window, he put in his airpods to listen to some 80s music and began to read a book. 

2 hours and 30 minutes later Harry arrived in italy.  Harry quickly unboarded so he wasn't seen. His taxi was already waiting for him when he exited the huge building. Harry put his bag in the trunk before getting into the back. The driver pulled away as soon as Harry buckled his seat belt. He was making his way to the hotel where Harry would be staying. While the driver was driving to his destination, Harry's eyes were outside of the window. 

He loved italy a lot. It almost felt like his second home. He just felt so safe and welcome here. 

"Alright we're here sir." The driver looked at Harry through the mirror. Harry looked at the guy, "okay, thank you." Harry said, reaching for his wallet. He tipped the guy a generous amount which earned a thanks. Harry smiled slightly at the guy before opening the door, taking his baggage and walking into the hotel. 

Harry was quickly checked into a room. Once he got the key card he was off to the elevator. He was hoping to get in a nap before they filmed anything. 

With his slinder, run clad fingers, Harry pressed the up button. It didn't take long for the door to open up. Harry walked in and sat down his luggage with an exhale. The door was about to shut 6 seconds later, but Harry heard a distant voice.

"Hold the door please."

And Harry did. He put his hand out and the door opened again. The voice that Harry heard now had a face to it. You walked into the elevator, smiling, not even aware who was beside you. 

"Thank you for that. You pressed your floor before turning to see who it was. Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when you saw Harry.

"Harry!?" You were shocked. You didn't think you'd meet him again; yet here you both were in the same hotel. 

"Y/n… How.. how are you?" Harry asked, stumbling to find his words. "I'm okay. I'm here to do a music video with someone." You said smiling. 

"I'm doing a music video." Harry said. "Wait that's why Jeff was so giggly, it was you." Harry smiled causing you to do the same. "Well I guess our managers were thinking the right way." You laughed. "I'm happy I'm here. Especially know that you're as well."

Without hesitation Harry kissed you. God how you missed his lips. His tongue ran across your bottom lips before he kissed you zealously. You moaned a little as you cupped his cheeks deepening the kiss.

Unfortunately you both pulled away when the elevator dinged. You were breathless and so was harry. "This is my floor." You picked up your bag. "Um I'll see you later?" You said looking at Harry.

He nodded, "of course” you smiled at him as you walked out of the elevator. As soon as the door closed you squealed excitedly. Smiling, you walked down the hall to your suit that you were staying at. You struggled to get the key card in the slot from smiling so much but you eventually did and walked straight, tossing your bag to the ground. You fell back onto the bed with your arms wide open. You couldn’t stop smiling.

The italian sun outside of your window cascaded down on your body making you feel golden. 

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Harry was feeling the same. As soon as he entered his room he started doing his happy dance. He was more than happy, he was ecstatic. You did that to him. Harry calmed himself down before plopping down on his bed. He ran his hands over his hands trying to stop the smile on his face. He knew he couldn’t so he decided to sleep on it for an hour or so before he started filming.

Harry changed into some joggers and pulled off his shirt before getting comfy under the blanket. He fell asleep with a smile on his face(and also on his tummy hehe).

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About an hour later, Harry woke up to his phone ringing. He adjusted from his sleep before reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “‘Ello?”

 “Harry,” it was jeff. “ are you ready to film?” Harry sat up as soon as Jeff asked that. “Yeah. I just took a little nap.” he cleared his throat. “Okay be down stairs in 5 minutes, bye.” Jeff hung up before Harry could say bye, which Harry thought was rude. 

He just pushed that out of his mind as he got out of the bed. He put on some shorts and a white button up shirt. Before he left the room he made sure his hair was perfect before grabbing his phone leaving the room.

Down the hall, near the elevator you were waiting for him. Harry of course smiled when he saw you because he didn't expect you to be waiting.

“Hi, what are you doing here waiting for me?” you walked up to him “well I ‘m scared of elevators.” you pouted your lip as you joked. Harry laid, “alright come on.” 

He pressed the down button and waited for the elevator to open. “Wait how'd you get up to my floor then?” Harry asked, looking over at you. The way your eyes grew large as Harry caught you in your lie made him laugh. 

The elevator opened and you and Harry walked in. you pressed the main floor and watched as the door closed. As you both went down, you couldn’t help looking over at harry. He was looking at the floors as they changed. You can see slight dimples in  his cheek telling you he knew you were staring at him. You just chuckled softly before turning back, turning away, looking back forward.

The elevator soon came to a stop letting you and Harry off. Harry politely let you walk out first before he followed. Some crew that was helping film were waiting for you and harry to take you to the location you needed to go. You and Harry followed them outside before walking in the warm sun a block down to the filming location. When you arrived the director gave you and Harry simple instructions. 

“Harry was up first driving the car and running. You watched as his curls blowing in the wind and how he made funny faces. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself at how adorable and hot he was. 

you didn’t do much during your takes. so it was mostly you and Harry doing a little talking, giggling, and danced playfully. He was such a fun person to be around and you wish you could be with him Every day if it was possible.

After filming various takes the director called it a day. Your eyes were on the sky watching as the sun rays painted a golden picture on the sky. You didn't notice but Harry was looking at you with a smile. 

Your skin glowed so nicely as the sun shined on you. A little smile played on your face making Harry chuckle quietly to himself.

He took it upon himself to walk over to you and wrap his arms around your waist. Of course you knew who it was - it made you smile.

"Hi Harry." You said leaning back. Harry looked at you as you looked up at him. "Hi y/n." Harry looked at the sky before speaking again. "You know something, when I left the gala I couldn't stop smiling. You were the first person that ever made me feel so free and so not famous. And when I forgot to ask I thought I lost my chances with you forever. My mind was going crazy; couldn't stop thinking about you for a second and how stupid I was to not get your number. But you know what?" 

Harry looked at you. "What you mumbled. "None of that matters because I'm right here with you right now and there's nowhere I want to be."

You smiled softly at him. "I can say the same." You turned in Harry's arms. "I was going through a hard time before I met You. Not to be cliche or anything, but loving you is the antidote and I mean that." 

Harry smiled before he cupped your cheek, kissing you tender and sweet.

The end

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I love this. My longest fic too

best believe I got more coming

@captainamerica-is-bae​

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Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Surprising Them W/ Dyed Hair

A/N: Hello, my lovely readers! Thank you guys for being patient with me on the requests, I really appreciate it. This is my first time writing a reaction, so let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy. Happy reading, everyone!

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Everything is under the cut :)

Jisoo

"Say hello to everyone," Jisoo requests through the phone, looking back up to the screen in front of her with that signature smirk playing on her lips. As fate would have it, she was in the middle of doing a live when you called. The fans love you -- especially since you're so funny and chaotic when you're around -- so you're happy to greet them.

"Hi, Blinks! I'll be there in a few minutes with a special surprise." 

Jisoo lets out a shocked noise at this, considering you hadn't told her about your plans. 

"Oye! Hurry home so we can see it." She says excitedly, lightly bouncing up and down on the bed. With a smile that's evident in your voice, you tell her goodbye.

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In one swift motion, you scoop up a cheery Dalgom in your arms, laughing at how he licks your cheeks in greeting. 

"I love you, too, buddy."

After setting your bag down on the couch, you make your way to Jisoo's room. Little do you know, she has a surprise of her own in store.

"BOO!" She shouts, keeping her phone steady to capture your reaction to the scare. You tense up and shout, nearly dropping Dalgom in the process, but you recover after a moment. Both of you break out into a fit of giggles, and you look over at the computer on the bedside table to find the fans blowing up the chat. Jisoo wipes the tears of laughter from her eyes, and looks at you again; only now does she notice your new hair. 

At first, she's speechless -- only capable of looking at you with hearts in her eyes. Eventually, though, she finds her voice again. "Y/N! Wow, it looks gorgeous!" She smiles, running her hand through the newly dyed locks. Her accent made the compliment even more special, and you don't even try to stop the grin that tugs at your lips. 

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Now seated on the bed with Jisoo beside you and Dalgom in your lap, you flip your hair around exaggeratedly as you show it to the audience. The positive comments roll in, and you take turns reading some of them out loud. From her position against the headboard, she can see the different hues of your hair shine and shimmer brightly in the gentle lamplight; she can't help but admire you.

After half an hour or so, she decides to end the live. You pull Dalgom into your arms again and smoosh your cheek up against Jisoo's, making sure to crowd in enough to fit into frame. Something must have gotten into her, because she leans around to press a lingering kiss to the corner of your lips, right in front of the camera. You can only imagine how much harder the fans are going to ship you now.

With a final wave and goodbye to everyone, she ends it. She wraps one arm around your back as her other comes to rest on your thigh, reaching up every now and then to pet Dalgom's head. 

"I'm so happy you like it." You say after a few minutes, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over the room. She lifts her head from its place on your shoulder to look at you. "Of course I do, Y/N. Did you doubt that I would?"

"Not exactly… I was just afraid it might not turn out pretty. You know?" She nods in response, but her heart breaks a little: you have no idea how amazing you are.

"I understand, but you don't ever need to worry about that. Everything about you is beautiful because it's a part of you. You make everything pretty." She gushes, tracing little patterns on your hip. 

You attempt to dismiss her words, throwing a hand into the air while making a little "pshh" sound, but she doesn't stand for it. "I mean it, Y/N. I'm not just saying that. I'm glad to call you mine; you're so special." Her words affect you more than you thought they would, and soon tears are blurring your vision. Who knew dying your hair could lead to all this?

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, Jisoo, but I love you so much. You always know what to say." And it's true -- she does. She knows you get insecure sometimes, and she's always there to reassure you of her feelings when you need it most. 

"And I love you." She affirms, allowing her head to rest on your shoulder again now that you're happy.

Feeling left out, Dalgom lets out a little bark; he wants attention too. In an instant, the room is filled with kissy noises and the sound of your high pitched voices as you both talk to him and shower him with love.

Jennie

"Jen, I'm home!" With a shrug of your shoulders, the warm material of your coat falls down your arms. As you hang it on the rack beside the door, a smile tugs at your lips; Jennie gave you that coat, and it's always done well in keeping you warm and comfortable when she can't be around to do so. You make a mental note to thank her properly. 

With that, you amble into the kitchen.

"Yah, jagi! What took so long? I missed you." Jennie whines, her words slipping past the cute little pout that's surely adorning her face. She's preparing a snack at the counter, her back turned to you as she struggles to open the sauce jar. 

"Here, let me help," you offer, approaching her. 

As she hands you the container, she turns to look at you for the first time tonight. Her eyes widen as she does a double take at you. You don't notice, though -- your focus is elsewhere.

"Jisoo and I saw a new gaming store when we were out today and we decided to stop in. We didn't expect to be there for so long; we just got wrapped up." You tell her, answering her previous question as you finally manage to pop the lid open. Upon sliding the jar over to her and meeting her gaze, an instant blush begins to make its way to your cheeks. Her pupils are blown wide now, and her lips are pursed as she appreciates the sight of you. You never fail to send her heart wild.

"I'm convinced you can rock any color," she flirts, smiling widely at the reaction her words garner from you. 

"Why don't you come a little closer and get a better look?" You ask, fighting the shyness that threatens to take over you. She quirks an eyebrow before sauntering over, swiftly moving to tangle her hands in your hair. "It suits you so well, babe." She compliments, toying with the soft strands that fall down into your face as you lean in closer to her. Her embrace is comforting, as always, and you sigh at the feeling of her fingers against your scalp. Before she can stop herself, Jennie leans forward and connects your lips in a sweet kiss. She tastes like fruit, and you can't get enough of the flavor. Working with a sneaking suspicion, you open your eyes and glance over at her work station. Now, with your fears confirmed, you abruptly pull away.

She groans at the loss of contact, but you're quick to speak up. "You made tanghulu without me?? Woooow, Jennie. I'm hurt." You tease, acting truly upset as you take a step away from her. She shakes her head, letting out a little chuckle; for a second, she worried you were upset about something serious.

"Shush, we can always make more." 

You don't drop the act so easily, though, and the playful glint in her eye tells you that she's enjoying the banter. 

"What else have you done without me today? If you watched that new drama without me then you're sleeping on the couch tonight." A guilty expression falls over her features, and she avoids your gaze.

"About that…" she starts, rubbing the back of her neck as a dry chuckle slips past her lips.

"JENNIE KIM!" 

"I'm messing with you, babe. That would be treason." She pulls you into her arms again, raising a hand and giving you a sort of "scout's honor" gesture to prove that she isn't lying. After narrowing your eyes at her one last time to ensure she's being truthful, you give in and kiss her again. 

"Fine. You'll just have to keep kissing me to make up for the tanghulu."

"Oh, really? I'll have to start making it without you more often, then." She laughs against your lips as you pinch her for that remark. Your mood brightens exponentially at the sound of her giggles, and you wrap your arms around her even tighter.

Rosé

“I'm home, my love!" You shout, slipping your shoes off and setting them beside the door. A content sigh leaves your lips as you undo the top few buttons of your shirt, finally able to relax and see Rosé. Her excited footsteps carry out across the house as she makes her way downstairs, Hank following right along. You crouch down to pick him up, smiling at the precious way his ears bounce around as he runs into your arms. 

"Oww, my heart," Rosie exclaims with a grin, holding her hand against her chest in mock pain. Nothing can compare to seeing her two loves so happy and carefree. She pads her way over to you, and you kiss the top of Hank's head before setting him on the ground. Her arms wrap around your waist, and you pull her in for a warm embrace; the two of you stand like that for a minute, swaying back and forth. Eventually she pulls back to press a kiss to your lips -- something she's been dying to do all day -- and she takes your hat off in order to run her hands through your hair. 

"I missed you, babe." The words come out quietly, accompanied by a frown. You peck her lips again until her pout turns into a soft little smile, and rest your forehead against hers. 

"Me too. But now I have the next 3 days off, and I'm all yours." Her eyes look into yours lovingly, but quickly shift to look at your newly exposed hair. 

A sound of surprise stutters past her lips -- you've truly taken her breath away. She has a special twinkle in her eye as she looks at you, completely in love. Her fingers skim across your collarbone and neck as they move to play with your hair. 

"It's beautiful, just like you." You tut at her and bring your hands up to cover your face, taking refuge behind them. She's quick to pull them away, though, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and wrists before interlocking your fingers. 

"I mean it, Y/N. You're always so stunning." There's no denying the effect her words have on you; even after being together for as long as you have, her compliments never fail to set your heart aflame. 

"How'd I get so lucky, huh?" You ask her as you let your hands settle on her hips. She's clad in a crop top and jeans, and the soft skin of her abdomen against your fingertips is a wonderful contrast to the rough material of her pants. 

It's her turn to blush now. "I love you to the mountains and back and to the far far hills--" your giggles interrupt her recital, and she just laughs along with you. "I love you, too, Rose. So much." She presses another kiss to your cheek before leading you up the stairs and calling out for Hank to follow.

Lisa

As you walk down the hallway of the dance studio, destination set on Lisa's rehearsal room, you can hear the strong beat of "Candy" by Doja Cat pulsing inside. A stray staff member passes by you, looking nearly entranced as you run a hand through your hair to readjust it and smile at her. She watches you walk away, incapable of taking her eyes off of you, and that simple act boosts your confidence tenfold. You had been a little nervous to see how people would react to your new look -- Lisa, in particular -- but all of the approval you've been receiving has eased your worries so far.

With one final, steadying breath, you release your fears and open the door. 

Your girlfriend doesn't notice you come in at first, given that she's totally in her element, her body winding around as she performs the moves expertly. You lean against the doorframe now, taking in the beautiful sight. During one particular part of the song, she does a set of body rolls, putting the muscles of her abdomen on full display as she flexes them. The low lighting of the room sets the mood perfectly, creating just the right ambiance.

"Damn, baby. Am I crazy or are you somehow getting even better?" The words startle her ever so slightly, pulling her from the other world that she was just in. She glances at you from across the room, and a look of confusion crosses her face for a split second. After she registers that you're you and not some random staff member, her jaw drops to the floor. 

Totally disregarding your previous question, she's quick to replace it with her own as she runs over to you. "Y/N! Oh my gosh, why didn't you tell me??" The words come out in a rush as she engulfs you in a tight embrace, and you snuggle into her warmth. 

"I wanted to surprise you. I've been wanting to switch it up for a while, and somebody told me that this is your favorite color." You say, unwrapping one of your hands from her waist and bringing it up to toy with your hair. "Do you like it?" You ask, biting your lip as the nerves begin to creep back in momentarily. Lisa hasn't said anything yet -- she's just been studying your features with the hint of a smirk on her lips. 

"No, I don't."

"Wha--"

"I love it, babe. You're so beautiful." She says as she rests her forehead against yours. 

With a sigh, you nudge her playfully. "Hey, don't do that to me! I thought you didn't like it." You pout, avoiding her now incredulous gaze.

"Look at me." She commands, cupping your cheek gently as she lifts your head to face her. "Did you seriously think I wouldn't like it? You could be bald and I'd still be just as in love with you as ever. But that color looks absolutely gorgeous on you." 

She always knows just what to say. 

"I love you, dork." You grin, pressing a kiss against her soft lips. 

"And I love you. Now, come dance with me." Her hands skim down your arms on their journey to your hands, and she interlocks your fingers. She walks backwards towards the middle of the room, doing a goofy little shimmy on the way. Her antics draw a giggle from you, and she reciprocates. Before long, the two of you are having a full on dance battle as another new song blasts through the speakers.

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[batarella]

3 birds 1 stone - chapter 10

‘Dick, Jason, and Tim. Supposed brothers 'till the end, until all three fall in love with you. Who wins your heart?

The man who earned it, the man who stole it, or the man who always had it?’

A/N: NO BATBOYSXREADER FIC WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT THE FAMOUS GALA EPISODE. WE’RE GETTING TO THE FLUFF FOLKS (there’s still a bit of angst but it’s a helluva lot better than last time) 

WORDS: 11,220  WARNINGS: none

MASTERLIST | 3 BIRDS 1 STONE MASTERLIST

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White.

You chose to wear white that day.

No reason in particular. No reason you could outrightly point out. Not even if that innate admittance wasn’t something you could deny. That day, supposedly a great one, didn’t have room for meaning. Not when meaning brought too much to your front or forced you to do things outside of your own time. You had the time. It just didn’t have to be now.

And with that, you chose to wear a white pantsuit, flaring down to your heels and lightly kissing the floor with its flowy hem. Not a dress. Not when that would imply meaning. Not even when it wasn’t about you when it technically was about you. And since that was, you wanted to wear this.

You had your hair pulled to the side, face just about as made up as it possibly could be, a black tube top underneath the blazer…

You chose to be you. No color. No exposure. Just you.

Though, a diamond necklace wouldn’t hurt.

Every carat shinier than any set of teeth could possibly smile back. This was the first time you wear this outside your vanity, or anywhere past a mirror. Now, it was time. Now that it wasn’t as heavy around your neck as it used to be.

And as you hooked the ends to the back, you let your finger run through its chain, gently caressing it as if it would break if you held it too harsh. Then you set your hair back, eyes on your reflection. The lights were dim. And you preferred it to be. When you soon step out into the light, into the thousands of lights that’ll soon be shifting their focus right at you for the whole of the night, you’ll have to look the part.

Three knocks out your door. On cue.

You stood from your mirror and grabbed your bag, just as you heard the door swing open before you even told him to come in.

“Y/N, let’s go-“

With your back still turned to him when you checked your purse, it was that same, gawking silence you’ve grown to be familiar with. Then you faced him, arms relaxed and your hip cocked to the side, you’ve never seen a man with his eyes as wide as his right then. The world stopped.

Tim looked absolutely gorgeous with his suit on, and just as he stared idiotically silent at you, you found yourself idiotically staring back at him. Long black hair parted neatly in the middle, swept to the back of his head while a few unruly strands defied the gel he put and flopped over his forehead. Hands stuffed into his jean pockets. A red tie tucked beneath his suit jacket that fit firmly onto his shoulders.

It took every ounce of your self-control to not just run to his chest right then make him hold you.

You’d have expected him to go on with the ‘wow’s and the ‘you look amazing’s and the endless roster of bashful remarks while he wouldn’t let his stare look away for even just a moment. But he didn’t.

Tim’s cheeks flushed a deep red, veins popped out of his neck, and his eyes wandered about on the floor frantically searching for something else to stare at. And his lips were curved up, being held back by his cheekbones that looked painfully sharp as well.  His shoulders tensed, his hands fisted themselves deeper into his pockets, then you saw his lips tucked between his teeth. A further attempt to conceal his smile.

You wished he hadn’t stayed so dorkily quiet for so long, because you weren’t any different. You dipped your head down, let your hair fall to your cheeks, then placed your purse in front of you to cover yourself. Like the world had matted, blurred out, numbed, silenced, everything around you this charred mess of nothing and there was only Tim you could see, perfectly dashing and handsome in every way you dreamed of.

“Uhm…” Tim swallowed hard. You could see his neck hitch. “We’re late.”

His voice was too soft and he practically whispered the words out of him. You nodded, turned your lamp off, then you walked over to him so you’d stand closer to his chest.

You just wanted to melt at the way he looked at you. You never saw so much shine on a single pair of eyes as you did right then. This deep, cerulean blue. You could wander off and never be found like you’d be in the triangle of the Bermudas.

Your best friend. How perfect he was.

You locked onto his eyes.

“Thank you for taking me,” you said. Tim swallowed again like it was just so hard to get any words out of him.

“Of course.”

You didn’t wait for him to give you his arm. You took it, hooked your wrist around it, and held tightly onto his bicep. At first, you felt him tense, fixed himself up so he didn’t look so awkward, then he settled down and softened, especially when you had your thumb running against his jacket to soothe him. “Jeez, Tim. Relax.”

“Shut up.”

You laughed as you stepped out of your room, closed the door behind you, then you walked down in silence with your hand gripping tighter onto him as the nerves unfolded. From the corner, you could see the lights leading straight down to the ballroom. You tensed even more until eventually, you reached the top of the stairs with your breaths barely even and your chest heaving.

You were only distracted when Tim took your hand and gently placed his lips against your knuckles. Eyes diverting to him, and only him, you calmed.

“I’m here.”

His hand no longer left yours, and you’d rather he hold you this way than having to cling onto him like a lifeline. You were safe. He was safety. He brought it to you and you’re to revel in it for so long as you needed it.

You went down the stairs, out into the open. The ballroom filled with almost a hundred people you didn’t know but will soon be having your work against the walls of their offices and homes. You held tighter onto Tim’s hand, and as you reached the ground, Tim led you straight for the dining tables, to the one at the very front, where you and the family would be for the whole of the night.

You took your seat, Tim took the one beside you, then when Dick came in, with Babs in his arm looking so beautiful it was no surprise that everyone in the room stood with their jaws on the ground at the sight of her, you managed an acknowledging nod, as you caught Dick’s eye that wouldn’t leave yours that short moment he took his seat.

For a while, you let your eyes dawdle on each other from opposite ends of the table. A twist and a pull, coming from somewhere within. Your eyes were on him much longer than you would have wanted.

Dick let himself smile at you, gently, then looked away once again when Tim placed his arm at the back of your chair.

You turned to Tim, smiled back, then you heard someone go off on the mic.

You let it go on without letting the time that passed nor the words spoken bundle your nerves too much until you’d reach the point where you couldn’t do so much as breathe. The host’s voice, this enthusiastic child-like beam, didn’t do so much to help. Of course, there’d be thoughts, doubts, anxieties, questions whether or not you’ll end up embarrassing yourself in a room of the wealthiest who were expected to splurge their money on some nobody’s paintings, but you were going to calm yourself. You were going to enjoy yourself. You were going to sit there and pretend that this night was not, in fact, a fundraising gala purposed to auction a number of paintings, a lot of it including yours, for a cause that had grown to rely on what you’d done so far to help out, and instead pretend that it was something else.

When they brought out the first of your paintings, however, all that pep talk was thrown out the window. It wasn’t so silent that it’d have to spark even second-hand embarrassment from the waiters, but there weren’t any exclamations that they were impressed, intrigued, or even interested in the portrait of a woman being shown in front of them. Then they projected it onto a screen, to show the tiniest details of your craft. You heard some whispers by then.

The bidding started. It sold for eighty thousand dollars.

You didn’t know if you wanted to throw up right onto your plate, jump out of your seat and scream at the ceiling, or die.

Maybe these snobs with their noses up their asses weren’t so bad after all.

And that was for a painting that didn’t do so much as ignite a gasp, not like the second one they just pulled out. One of the Gotham City skyline, taken from the bridge leading to Arkham. Bruce must have invited a few enthusiasts, it seems, because that one sold for a hundred thousand.

“Tim, this is insane,” you whispered.

Tim knew what you needed. He waved at a waiter and he poured your glass to the brim with the inviting red liquid you didn’t know you craved. You gulped down half of it in a single swallow.

“Relax. How much were you expecting?”

“I don’t know,” you hissed. “A thousand? Ten at most?”

“Ten?!” He snorted. “Even I can give you that kind of money right now.”

“I don’t know if you’re humbling yourself, but everyone knows you’re the richest kid in the room.” Your eyes were all over the ceiling. The third painting just came up. Sixty! Seventy! Eighty! A hundred thousand!

“That’s ‘cuz Bruce is in the bathroom.”

Tim laughed and went on to take your hand when he saw it shaking like popcorn kernels in a microwave, soothed the back of it with his thumb, and pointed at the stage so you could see your work being sold for what you thought was the price of your own soul.

Everyone at the table congratulated you every time you heard that ungodly ‘SOLD!’ and the applause that followed right after. Of course, it excited you. Overwhelmed you even. None of this just happened to be something to expect.

You raised so much money you wanted to crawl to every buyer’s feet and kiss their toes, no matter how disgusting or degrading that would be. When the nerves subsided, the thoughts, the jarring misgivings, all you thought then, and all you wanted to think about, was how you were going to change so many lives.

This night wasn’t about you. It was about a cause. And your worries shouldn’t have to hinder how far you’d potentially soar just because you had the resources and the connections to have access to so much money, money that could be used to help out so many. You weren’t going to let it stop you from instead taking advantage of these resources and put them to better use. So whatever the paintings might have looked like, no matter how unsatisfied you were or how much you thought you could have done better, the fact that it sold for more than twenty times what you’d expected, was enough. Worrying about whether you were good enough or that your paintings didn’t deserve half the attention would be selfish.

It wasn’t about you or how good you were. This was about the children who’d suffered the worst kinds of pain, how that pain would forever be marked onto their skin just like it had on yours, and how they were going to have to live with it for the rest of their life.

People left their tables, their unguarded bags on their seats, and with another in their hand, they went off into the empty space in the ballroom. The dance floor. And with the music this gentle, soothing jazz from the live band not far from where you sat, you shifted in your seat, grabbed your glass from the table, and emptied it.

Tim found your hand once again, and you felt the tickling in your throat, the same as when you saw him the first time that night.

“I’m proud of you.”

You let him play with your fingers. He was always so soft when he did that. “Thanks.” You swallowed. “And thank you for not bidding.”

“Even if I had to, I don’t think these sharks would let me have it.” Tim finished his glass.

“’Sides. I’m used to your paintings specially made for me.”

You rolled your eyes once again. The music played louder, livelier. There were cheers and laughter from the people all around. A lot more were dancing, twirling about as if their feet couldn’t have tumbled about any less.

Tim pulled your hand, and he stood.

“Dance with me.”

“Oh no…” you said. “I couldn’t.”

“Dude, just come on.”

You were on your feet, being pulled by his incredibly strong grip on your wrist and you almost sprinted your way to the ballroom, to the side where you weren’t standing so close to the center and draw attention. Your teeth were showing, and your cheeks started to hurt at how much you were grinning right then. Tim took your waist, held your hand, and you gently placed yours on his shoulder. The saxophone was enough to drown out everyone else’s voice and all you could hear, if not for the music, was Tim’s laughter as you both struggled to dance like normal people without looking too much like you were high on cocaine.

But you couldn’t stop laughing, not when his dancing was horrible enough to almost have you tumbling on the floor, his sorry excuse of swaying that would have thrown your body against the wall and his chuckles that made you want to laugh even more.

“Tim, I swear to God-“

“Come on. Let me have this. Just put your feet to the side-“

“I’m not having you step on my toes again, you ass. I only have five left.”

You heard him snort. “Jesus, just hold on.”

He bumped into someone much taller than him, who then gave you both a dirty look. “Sorry.”

Your lips were between your teeth. It was the only way for you to stop yourself from screaming. You gripped onto Tim’s shoulders. “Now I remember why it’s been years since we last danced.”

“Hey. I am not that bad.” He looked down at his toes. “If I can just get this-“

“Just keep swaying. We’ll be fine.”

His hair had fallen out of its grip from the top of his head, and a few more strands landed on his forehead, some reaching the top of his nose and his eyes. You reached over, brushed it to the side, and he lost his laugh, mouth closed, and stared at you so quietly.

“Tim,” you whispered. “Don’t look now, but someone’s been staring at you for the past ten minutes.”

“What?! What does he look like? Does he have anything suspicious on him?”

“For crying out loud, not that kind of stare.”

You then shifted both your bodies so he’d face the right way. “You see that girl with a red dress?”

He squinted his eyes, glanced over your shoulder before turning back away. “Yeah.”

“She’s been whispering and giggling over to her friends.”

“Y/N, come on.” He switched back so he was facing away and swayed about much more relaxed than he had been. You felt his shoulders drop from the tension, and he dipped his head closer to you. “She probably knows who I am. The Wayne Heir. About to inherit billions of dollars.”

“Tim, you say that as if you got nothing else but your money,” you said. “You’re gorgeous. Even if she thought you were a peddler out on the street, she’d look at you no differently- Tim!”

He returned that statement with a spin that almost knocked you off your feet. Grimacing at you, glaring whilst you pulled yourself up and almost pushed him back.

“Fuck you, asshole.”

“You deserve it.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

He ignored you and looked around. “Seems like everyone’s having a good time.”

“Too good a time. And interesting. I see even more eyes on you.”

“On us.” Tim looked over your shoulder, at a man who was writing something down on his phone that looked much too old to be a personal phone. A work phone, perhaps?

“A reporter.”

“Jesus,” you hissed. “And in here?”

“I thought Bruce kept them away.”

“Obviously we didn’t do a great job at that.”

Tim turned you around, hand keeping you close to his chest as you locked eyes with the reporter, who went at it with his thumbs keeping a close eye on your movements.

“He has the same look on his eye as everyone else.”

“And what do everyone else’s eyes have that’s so noticeable?”

“They’re looking at us funny.”

You pulled back so you’d only see Tim and his eyes that have grown so radiant and bright, the dark bags that had faded away the more weeks had passed.

“Funny?” he smirked.

“You remember the reports back in the day,” your grip on his shoulder tightened. “Back when Damian wasn’t around, you were the star of Bruce’s wards. Everyone wanted a glimpse of your life.”

“Including my beautiful girlfriend.” His smile as he never let his eyes stray even a second away from your gaze melted you. “I know. I remember.”

“They wouldn’t leave me alone. Like Kate Middleton just before she married William.”

“I’m more of a Harry, really.”

You nudged him and he impishly snickered, tenderly pulling you close for an embrace as you swayed about and let your wonderous laughter fill the air.

“Tim, they’re gonna think we’re together again.”

“Ouch,” he scoffed. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

Your eyebrows raised to your forehead. “It’s not… but-”

“Why not? Just let them. They’re just reporters.”

“Tim-“

“I know. I know. I’m kidding,” he flicked your nose. “We never could tell what comes out of a reporter’s mouth, but the important thing is we’re here as friends. Nothing more. You know it. I know it.”

Your smile was soft, natural, yet difficult. “You know I didn’t mean anything by that.”

“I know.” You felt him soften his grip on your hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

Your arm circled his shoulder, and you held onto him even tighter. No longer did your ankles fumble, or your legs weaken. Everything else was a haze you couldn’t care less about. You felt warm. You felt safe. Even in what you were in, a scratchy pantsuit and heels with your makeup running by the second, with him in your hold, with Tim in your hold, it was as good as being curled up in a warm quilt wrapped around you and Tim’s shoulders, on a couch that was neither too big nor too small to fit you both so perfectly as you watched a movie so calming, you wouldn’t be able to help but have him within your arms, just to have that extra bit of calmness.

That was what it was like with him. What it has always been like with Tim. And with a smile so bright, you leaned in and let your cheek press up so lightly against his so he could whisper into your ear even more things to worsen your laughter, and that was how it was for a while. Just you, him, and some music somewhere you couldn’t care less about.

Like a fairytale. A romance novel. Maybe even one for the insanely fluffy fanfiction fantasies anyone could only dream about. You were kids when you first met, when you’d just moved to a new school filled with the children of the wealthy and haughty. You were in high school, and already their socks were just as expensive as your phone. You weren’t usually so shy, but then, you were cautious. Everything was a mess, as it always would be at that age, and you counted your steps making sure you wouldn’t slip.

Another boy in your class was new as well. And you didn’t know who he was. Hell, no one knew who he was. Not when he was still years away from being adopted and would soon be a hell of a lot richer than most of the snubs around at school. Timothy Jackson Drake was seated at the far end of the class, right next to you, and little did you know he’d end up being the brightest student in just about every class he was in.

He came up to you one day, after a few weeks of sitting silently beside him in Chemistry without so much as a glance. He asked if you wanted to be lab partners and you agreed. Every day, you met him at the lab. Then, you’d invite him over to your house to do work. Then, you grew to be so close there wasn’t a second of you two being apart. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Platonically. At least, at first.

He was there every moment, every milestone in your life from that day forward. He told you everything he knew about himself and you’d eventually find out about the things that he didn’t. You had a crush on a guy once, and you talked to him about it like he was your brother. It was a glorious time. You didn’t have half the problems you had now.

And he treated you the way every woman should be treated. You once told him about the state fair that was closing up by the end of the week, and that there was no one at all that could take you, so he rented a car with his money saved up and drove you four hours to the fair without you even asking. You once said you liked this specific flavor of ice cream and he bought that very same kind for you every time he ran into that convenience store he only rarely finds. You told him you were starting to get into art, that being with the gymnasts at school wasn’t much of an interest, so he got you your first real canvas and paint so you could start to learn.

One day, he told you about Robin.

He was new to all that. Barely a week of service to the city. And he was nervous. Not an idea of how he did things was on par with what Batman wanted out of him, how different he was from the past two Robins, especially the last one who’d died. And always, he compared himself to him. Every night, after patrol, he called you.

And, when you started being honest with yourself, you wanted a piece of it, too. You wanted the kind of rush he’d go on and on about at nights when he told you he just saved a building full of civilians. And the moment he asked you, when he told you he wanted to share this bit of his life with you, you agreed. Your first suit wasn’t the best, and you constantly had to pick yourself up from the ground after falling a few good yards up in the air, but you managed. You were Robin and Falcon, partners from then on. Bruce trained Tim, and Dick trained you. Even as his whole life changed, his parents died, he got adopted, and became a Wayne, you remained constant. You were his constant.

He told you he was in love with you one night. Nothing even happened to spark such an attempt. It was just you and him, under the beautiful starless sky when all else was calm. And even as you never outrightly admitted to yourself that you’d always felt the same, that night, you were sure, you did. With all your heart. You loved him.

And you still did. He still did. Nothing changed. Nothing could change.

As you continued to dance, or whatever you were doing just rocking about to your sides and having your laughter fill in through the gaps of the song, you didn’t want this all to end. Not for a second.

So you enjoyed it, after that time so difficult for you both, there was never to be a change, the fact that whatever happened or will happen, you’ll always end up in his arms. The one you’d ultimately come back to. Your home.

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Playing Among Us on your phones in the middle of a gala probably wasn’t the best look for the papers, but there you were, at the corner of the ballroom, your backs crouched over like you were thirteen with your noses glued to your phone screens. Tim tried to pry your hand away when he saw you try to accuse him of being suspicious, and you chortled as you reached for another glass of wine.

Bruce came up to you. It was too sudden. Any forewarning you got was none but a shadow. Pointy ears at the top of his head and you would have been certain it was Batman out of nowhere. You both looked up at him, widened eyes, then you stuffed your phone back into your purse.

“Tim. Enough with that.”

“What’s wrong?”

You stood up from your seat and dusted off your clothes, then you heard a frustrated sigh out of Bruce.

“Have you seen Jason?”

“Jason?” You choked.

“No, I haven’t,” Tim said. You ignored the sudden buzz at the mention of his name. Tim went on. “Did he leave?”

“I thought so. But I had all the gates guarded.”

“You know that wouldn’t stop him.”

Bruce looked around at everyone oblivious. “Last time I saw him he downed his third bottle. I doubt he’d gotten too far off after that.”

“Then he must still be here,” Tim nodded at you. “We’ll find him.”

“Good.”

“Why is he here?” you asked, and tried not to let your voice pitch too high.

“Extra security. He wouldn’t come over unless I paid him.”

“Security?”

“Surveillance. Always when there’s a gala. We’ve had too many incidents not to be careful. Everyone’s in on it.”

Bruce then gritted his teeth at Tim and snatched his phone away from his hands. “Including you.”

“Jeez, we were just taking a break,” Tim scoffed at him.

“Find Jason. Now.”

He left, and Tim drew his hair back, on his toes looking around at the crowd. You joined him.

“No one told me Jason was gonna come over.”

“It was a last-minute thing. It took a lot of convincing.”

“He didn’t want to come?”

Tim snorted and you walked with him up the staircase. Jason wasn’t anywhere in the ballroom. “He hasn’t talked to any of us in months. He changed his phone again.”

“I, uh-” you coughed, and you swerved away from telling him that no, he did not change his number and that he only ever replied to a text that was from you and not anyone else. “You have any idea why?”

“Not a clue. But it took a hell of a lot of convincing just to get him to show up.”

You reached the top of the stairs and Tim turned the lights on for the hallway. You headed for the bedrooms. “Why does Bruce want him so bad?”

“Jason pays attention to a lot of detail. When it comes to surveillance, he’s your man.”

That shouldn’t have to be the case. You wished that wasn’t the case. But alas, it was. And now you were going to have to face the guy who’d rejected you horribly and hadn’t so much as texted you since his birthday.

You reached his room, one of the only rooms that had been unoccupied for many years, or thought to be unoccupied unless he’d been coming over more often than you knew about, and Tim shook the door handle. Locked.

“Jason, I know you're in there!” he called out.

His fist knocked hard against the wood. There wasn’t a response, but you heard bottles being knocked over on the floor and a grunt coming from someone with a very deep voice. Jason was there. Definitely.

“Jason!!!”

One two three four five. The door rattled beneath his hits, and eventually, it was loud enough to annoy a rock. The door latched and it swung open, almost breaking under an almost inhumanely strong hold.

“What?!”

“For fuck’s sake, Jason. What the hell are you doing?!”

“The fuck does it look like to you?!”

“Living like a hobo in your room when you’re paid to be here?!”

“You just answered your fucking question. Now get out”

“And- Jesus Christ what kind of animal has been living in this dump?!”

“Me.”

The pickiest neat freak in the whole family now had his hair so long it almost reached his nose, a dark, scruffy stubble that was the longest you’ve seen him in, his suit in the worst mess it could possibly be, shirt untucked and jacket discarded on the floor. At least his tie was still intact, but that was basically it. And his room, you didn’t even want to mention. The sheets were pulled off, bottles and bottles of different kinds of alcohol scattered about on the floor, spilling onto the carpet without so much as sparking a blink out of him, it seems. And he’d only been here for a few hours. You could imagine what his actual apartment looked like now.

Tim took the bottle of… something out of his hands and sniffed it.

“Even the devil wouldn’t have this,” Tim gagged. “What are you so drunk for?”

“Tim. I don’t get drunk.”

“You sure look the part.”

“Give me that-“

Jason tried reaching for the bottle but Tim held it away. “No. Get off your ass and come down.”

“Bruce can keep his fucking money. I’m not about to go-“

He saw you.

You were too far off to the side that Jason hadn’t seen you at first glance, not until he’d reached for Tim’s hand and stepped out of his room, seeing what was at the side. You, with your hands pulled to your back and your head dipped down in silence, kept that silence and reveled in it. You shouldn’t have been. You shouldn’t be standing there so still, mouth parted open as you locked eyes with someone you hadn’t seen in so long. With someone you wished you talked to differently not knowing it would be the last.

Jason stilled himself as well. You saw his neck jump. You saw his limbs straighten. Suddenly, he grew aware of what he looked like. Jason dusted off the mess of his shirt and frantically looked about, avoiding your eyes.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey.”

Tim was in his room. “Jason, don’t fucking tell me you took a shit on the-“

“Calm down. A cat came in and made himself at home.” You had your eyes on the ground and Jason rubbed the back of his neck.

“A cat came in from the window and you just let it?!”

“He’s still there. Somewhere.”

“What do you mean he’s still in he- nice kitty… Nice kitty... Niiiice kitty.”

You swallowed away the tightening in your throat, and you couldn’t keep him off the side of your eye. Jason kept his distance, then he coughed.

“How have you been?” he asked.

You sucked on your cheeks. “I’m great, actually.”

“That’s… great,” he stuffed his hands into his jeans. “Congratulations, by the way. About the auction.”

“Thank you,” you said. “What about you?”

“I…” You heard Tim and the cat scream as they wrestled on the ground. Jason just went on. “I’m alright.”

“Are you?”

Jason brayed as his eyes went over from the empty walls, then to you. “What makes you ask that?”

You should have mentioned his hair, his clothes, his room, the fact that he looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week. But you just shook your head.

“You haven’t called in four months.”

Jason let his eyes fall from your body down to your feet. You didn’t like how silent he became.

“Yeah, I’m… sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.”

Tim shot out of Jason’s room and immediately locked the door behind him. You heard the cat screech, then it pounced at the wood, shaking it almost off its hinges.

“What the hell did you feed that thing?!” Tim cried. Jason just laughed at him.

“Awe, look at you.” Claw marks were all over his shirt, so you went over to dust off his jacket and pull his hair back to his head.

“We have to go,” he said. “Jason.”

His older brother just waved him off and Tim handed him his suit jacket. As you both turned for the hallway, you couldn’t keep your attention away from looking at him to your side, making sure he was following you. And he was. At that, you wished you hadn’t been so obvious.

Jason trailed off the minute you reached the bottom steps. Disappeared into the crowd so obviously not wanting to be found.

But that wasn’t nearly enough of a talk than what you had right then.

“I think Bruce wants me over at the bar,” Tim groaned. “I’m sorry. I know I’m supposed to be your date.”

“It’s fine,” you fixed his hair again. It was far too unruly now. “I’ll be alright.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

That warmth that wasted no time seeping up your cheeks worsened when he squeezed your hand and your shoulder. “You know where to find me.”

“Just go,” you laughed.

He left for his station.

The remnants of darkness left within you, the ones that still held on to whatever hope for the peace you could find just couldn’t help but look around, at the crowd and every open door there was that Jason could have gone into. That wasn’t enough. You just wanted to talk. You needed a week of talking if it were up to you.

But this might be your only chance.

You saw him go off into the gardens at the back, away from any prying eyes. You gripped onto the sleeve of your jacket and continually hoped you weren’t making yet another wrong decision as you walked over to follow him.

As you turned out the door, the crowd less and less, somehow you were pulled out into the marble porch of the main backdoor, the one that faced the center of the garden with all the statues and vases at each corner. Bruce had the place completely dark, so there wasn’t anyone around for as far as you knew.

The sound of your heels was all there were, and as you drew closer, eventually the crickets and the noises of the night coming clearer to your senses, you saw his figure crouched over the marble railing, head almost down to his arms. He was so quiet no one else would have seen him with his clothes just as dark as everything else.

It probably wasn’t going to do anyone any good. Not you. Not Jason. Not the whole family. Hell, what you did with him should have spurred more chaos than it actually did, but it didn’t. It should have. You should’ve been cast out. You shouldn’t be here at all, enjoying a party that had so much to do with you and your work as if you were just the most perfect person there was. And clearly, you weren’t.

But you dragged and hovered, yourself over to his side. Jason knew you were there the moment you stepped out the door, but he didn’t turn so much as a side-eye. But he let you stay.

You let your elbows rest on the railing just like his, and you watched the leaves and the bushes fluttering like wings with the light breeze that passed. Not even the bugs that lived within those bushes made much noise. As if they were cautious of you both, of the tension that lived on.

It didn’t have to be, though. You faced him and let your shoulder nudge his.

“What?”

“Can you tell me what you’ve been sulking on about the past four months?”

He didn’t even look at you, or do so much as move his lips. When you looked up at the sky, at the starless sky that watched you both respecting the peace, Jason’s attention was entirely onto the grass.

You toyed with your sleeve, anything just so that wavering emptiness wasn’t so awkward, but it didn’t help. Not especially when he answered.

“Why do you think?”

You then held onto the edge of the railing. Somehow, you were too close over a ledge, so close to just falling ten stories above. That’s what it felt like.

Was it not true, then? What he told you that day, that he wasn’t in love with you the way his brothers were? Was it not true? At least, not anymore?

He wasn’t always the easiest to talk to, nor approach. It was why you weren’t so close at all. Especially not at first.

Not at all like the rest of them, or anyone you met for that matter. First, there were talks that Jason Peter Todd, the late son of Bruce Wayne, the one Tim had replaced as the renowned boy wonder, might possibly have cheated death. Or worse, was brought back from the dead.

At a faraway alley in the corners of Gotham even you had no idea about, and with you so newly inaugurated as a part of the Bat family, you were frightened, to say the least. You heard this man was violent, ruthless, and that most of all, he kills. That enough was a warning to never get too close. You had Tim by your side, and when you all chased him down that narrow dead-end, bullets run out and having nowhere to turn, that’s when he talked. His voice was muffled then, but you could hear him right through it. His voice, so broken and alone. You just kept your distance. You and Tim. He didn’t seem to like either of you at all.

It got better, contrary to what you thought, which was him going on as this prodigal, estranged son and never contact anyone in the family ever again. That was it for a long while, him and Bruce. Indifferent. Estranged. Bruce kept tabs on him, almost every day. But that was as far as it went.

Then Bruce died.

With what happened in your own life revolving around the death, you weren’t so sure with how it affected him. But from what you did know, Jason didn’t take it very well.

That’s when you officially met. When he finally bit back his pride and called Dick for the first time, called the rest of the family afterward. Then, he visited the cave.

Jason came out of nowhere, hacked the cave’s security systems, and came up to all of you. Dick, Babs, Steph, and a newly discovered Damian Wayne. He wasn’t in his suit and he had to hold his hands up to surrender to Babs who had her sticks up his throat. He came in peace. That was what he said. And he actually did come in peace.

He came up to you later that night, when you were all out in the city. He had his mask on so you couldn’t see him, but Tim had something to take care of and you were supposed to stay up in that radio tower to give him cover.

Jason asked you about Tim, about Bruce, about the rest of the family he wasn’t too keen on talking to himself. You were the only one he hadn’t known beforehand other than Tim, who he refused to even talk to when at first, he’d constantly torment him for being his replacement, and Damian, who, frankly, was like talking to a mute troll.

You ended up working together that night, and by the end of it, you were the one who made Jason and Tim talk things through, realize that they were brothers, that this was how things were going to be.

Maybe he was mourning Bruce more than he let on. Maybe he was just as in denial about it as Tim. Maybe, he realized, he should have talked to Bruce, let go of their history while he still could, before it eventually became too late. Maybe, he thought, the same could happen to the rest of the family, which was already greatly possible in itself. Maybe he didn’t want that same estrangement and regret to happen again. So he got closer, even to you.

When Jason heard you broke up, he sent you a text, asking how you were. You hadn’t texted him before, which meant he went out to find your number. Perhaps from Dick. You texted him back and he didn’t reply.

A trait of his you wished wouldn’t still be so relevant even after all these years.

You couldn’t possibly let this silence linger on.

Nudging his shoulder again, Jason audibly snarled at you to back off. “What?!”

“We can't live like this.”

“You mean you can't. I’m perfectly fine.”

“On the contrary, you’re not fine at all. I’m feeling great.”

“Congratulations.”

Jason chewed on his cheek and let the breeze blow on his long hair and scruffy stubble.

“I don’t mean it that way,��� you said. “I regret the way things ended with us. Everyday.”

“You clearly don’t look like it.”

“I’ve been trying to look for the peace beyond all this. It works, you know. When you make sure you're on good terms with everyone you care about.”

Jason squinted at you. “Why are you telling me this?!”

“Because I’ve been trying to contact you, and you disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“So what?”

“So, I’m telling you it’s alright. We at least could track you if you were alive, and we’ll take what we get.”

“So you don’t resent me at all for not calling?”

“No. Not even a little.”

“Really?”

“Jason, come on. Can we at least be friends?”

Jason turned from having his gaze forcefully locked onto the field to you. You took to smiling at him, even when he was gripping the railing far too harshly.

Then he sighed, loosened up.

“Fine.”

You giggled and it made him scowl at you again, playfully this time as if that was all it took for him to break past that brick wall. “Come on,” he said. “They turned the fountain on for tonight.”

“Oh?”

You went by his side, over to the fields that had grown brittle from the summer sun. With the winds not so harsh, you reached the pond that had been long overdue for a cleaning, its cement walls that met at four sharp corners filled to the brim with moss and algae, then beyond the music that was blaring out of the windows and back doors held open for the whole manor to hear, it was the faint sound of gentle water spewing out of a stone lion’s mouth, so soft that it was so enthralling to listen to all day.

Finally, as you reached just the side of that fountain, you stared at Jason through his reflection on the dim water, and he stared at yours. A Lilypad and a few leaves so quietly hovered over the cold surface, and it greeted you with the kind of calmness that wasn’t so often met.

“I should have called,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You couldn’t hide your smile when he could see it from the water.

“You understood what it was like to be me for so long. It’s only fair that I understand you.”

He stopped looking at you and instead watched as a frog leapt over one of the pads.

“Thank you…”

The song that played matched that same calmness. Still with the jazz, but a woman’s voice so tantalizing and deep, it worked with how the fountain was so quiet and everything else so unmoving.

You don’t think you’ve ever asked a guy to dance before, but with where you were, how the darkness felt light, how the water soothed all else and you were in the middle of a beautiful garden with a beautiful man, you’d be sure to regret it if you let it pass.

“Dance with me.”

Jason chuckled. “No.”

“Come on. Just a while.”

“You wanna dance?” He snorted and laughed. “Here? In front of this fungi-infested pond?”

“Jay, it’s just a dance.”

Maybe you did push his buttons, ask too much when he didn’t even want to be seen by you. But when he let himself look at you in the eye, and for a moment, take in your eyes so gently holding him as if you were already in his arms, he took a step closer, with you both at the edge of the pond, and he looked behind you waiting for the song to change.

When it did, he grinned.

“Fine.”

You took his hand, then his shoulder. And though you felt his reluctance, especially with his arm feeling tense and his body still so stiff, eventually, he had his hand on your waist, then he swayed. Entirely different from when you danced with Tim, which was to this lively, upbeat tune mixed with your laughter and your feet fumbling so bad and looking nothing less of a joke. Jason was this calm, serene lowness, sexy and inviting. Quiet, but riveting.

The moment you felt his chest so warm against your suit, you knew perhaps this wasn’t the best idea, not when the singer started to sound like she was making love to the microphone.

“Nice necklace,” he said. You let that pave a way for a distraction. “Tim?”

“Yeah… For Christmas last year.”

“Fun.” His laugh was low and breathy. He was good at dancing. And you wanted to lean in even more, feel more of how he was swaying about.

“And what did Dick give you that year?”

“A lot of stuff. Little things,” you smiled. “One of them was this hard drive full of movies I loved.”

“Ah. Sentiment.”

“In the body of ketchup packets and cheap sunglasses. Yes.”

Jason started turning you around, in a circle so close, you almost fell off the ledge if not for his strong hold on your waist. Your faces were close, perhaps too close. But one thing was for sure, you couldn’t leave his eyes. Not for a second.

“I should have given you something better,” he said. “Cheap brushes from Amazon. Even Damian would have done better.”

“Don’t think that way. I loved them.”

“You actually use them?”

“Of course, I do.”

The way he softened his hold, the way that softness crept up to his lips that pulled his cheeks up this ample smirk, and with his eyes widened, then you realized he was looking at your lips.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

“Why not?”

Your dance. It all came so naturally at that point. And with how close you were, you were practically whispering.

“I’m not comparing myself to Dick and Tim if that’s what you thought.”

“No,” you said quickly. “It wasn’t.”

“Or competing with them. Or whatever.”

“I know that.”

His lips. Despite the stubble. They looked just as soft as you’d left them. Glistening. Chapped. Yet, inviting. The woman’s voice got lower, somehow, and with everything to silent, and the lack of wind, it meant it was hot. Or, at least, that was how it felt.

You weren’t even looking at his eyes anymore. It was his lips that got your attention and how when he spoke, his breath fanned over your nose.

“Speaking of,” he coughed. “How are you with them?”

You shrugged. “We’re all alright.”

“With Dick?”

“It isn’t like before, but we’re good. Whatever good is.”

“I thought you’d be with one of them by now.”

You knew he’d ask that. Somehow. He looked like it was just about to blurt uncontrollably beyond his control. You sighed, and it allowed you to look away. Perhaps to the pond.

“I didn’t choose between them, if that’s what you're asking,” you said. “Things are great. Better now that I got to talk to you. I’ll know what to do. In time.”

“Of course.”

“Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure. Sorry.”

You wanted to laugh at how he looked like he was about to topple off his own knees. But he kept his smirk on. He wasn’t nervous. Jason never gets nervous. Though it was obvious, he hadn’t even an idea what to say.

His lips. His jaw. His awfully sexy jaw.

“I’m just… saying whatever comes to my mind at this point.”

He laughed at that last bit, and you along with him. You faced him again, and he felt closer this time. And his breath was so hot against your mouth, you remembered how that same breath used to fan over your skin, at the sweetest spots you craved him the most.

You wanted to ask ‘why?’ Why was his hand that was on your waist feeling so relaxed, yet so stiff that it was just a push away from holding you even tighter?

“It’s okay…”

It wasn’t even from your voice. You said that in a breath. You could feel it burning because it made him lean even closer to you, and his hand on your waist that eased in, trailing slowly to your back and tracing your spine.

You stopped swaying, letting the woman’s voice and the fountain and the frogs and the crickets fill the void between that ringing in your ears. Jason’s hand, the one that wasn’t holding you, let go of your hand and found waist.

You desperately, so greatly wanted to lean in and ravish yourself with him, have that intoxicating taste that only ever came from his lips, his tongue, every part of him you’d tasted. You wanted to have him, right then, right there, his clothes be ripped by your meager strength, his hair between your fingers gripped on while he pushed himself further against you. You wanted so badly to have that understanding and danger and the dark, alluring mystery that was him, in some form of physicality, something you could have in your hands that were just aching to feel his skin and have that scorching burn all over your flesh. You wanted to be so out of breath that you’d have to force yourself out of it in the end, have him relieve you of that growing itch that was only ever present when you were with him.

But, with your lips empty, you stood still. Your skin was burning. Your breaths were hot. Every part of you was screaming for you to pull him to you but you didn’t.

He had the same idea.

That hand on your cheek, he let it brush your hair back. He kept that smirk, and you just wanted to punch that out of him.

You went back to the party not long after. Jason stayed in sight. No longer did he hide. And that darkness that was over his head for the whole of the night, it had left.

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Everything was supposed to be over.

But, of course, you knew it wasn’t.

Just when you thought this was going to a night without meaning or milestones or anything to dwell about, you had just one more thing you hadn’t taken care of.

One, if you were truly being honest with yourself, you so greatly wanted to settle. Perhaps more than anything else. Even with it not being so visible. It was there. The silence. The strain. The holding back. It just wasn’t the same.

You weren’t sure if it was right, but you hoped it would get better. It has to. He was too precious to you to let this all go.

And, as if the world was inviting you to do just that, you saw him sitting at one of the tables, lonely and alone. All the other chairs had been kept except that one. The lights were still on, but that was only because the guys were cleaning up the stage and the caterers packing up their carts.

You hated yourself, constantly, at how Dick lost that brightness he once brought to every room he went into. Because even with his kept hair and ironed suit, looking incredibly handsome that even the older women you saw were making eyes at him, his head was to the floor, staring too intently at what was supposedly an empty floor.

You went up to him, purse in hand. The moment he looked up and saw it was you, his back shot up.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You swallowed. “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course.”

He stood up and let a chair fall back onto the ground. You thanked him, took your seat, and when you saw how he purposefully let his eyes lock onto the wall right across, you went on to watch the same thing. Perhaps then you’d know what he was thinking about.

Clearly, it was a lot. For him to focus on something so blank, it wasn’t the same in his head. It was something even you could see.

“I’m proud of what you did tonight,” he said.

Even his voice hurt to listen to. You had your hands on your lap.

“I owe a lot of it to you. And your support.”

What you should have said, and wanted to say, was that there was absolutely no one else in the face of the earth that’d supported you so much throughout your career, your work more than Dick had. No one had sat through you having to paint for more than five hours a day. No one gave you the supplies and means you needed to further push you to greatness. No one has ever brought you to soar so high, high enough for it to be worth the unbelievable amount it’d garnered tonight, much more than he had.

But that was all you said. And to make things worse, you added, “Everyone’s support.”

Dick faked a smile. You could tell he faked it when you’ve grown to memorize his real smiles and just how bright it was. But that wasn’t it anymore.

You had to be careful. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why the darkness had befallen. You were too careful around him now, so much that none of it was genuine. Not even the smiles. Maybe, because you knew how fragile this all was, how close this was to breaking, whatever you had with him and how much he had to beg you for it to be okay again. To salvage what was left of it. You were careful, and you hated how it had to be necessary.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to come up to you tonight,” you said.

“It’s alright.”

“Did you have a good time, at least? With Babs?”

Dick breathed harshly out his nose.

“She wasn’t my date. I just took her to the table.”

“Oh,” you swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, I mean…” You counted your breaths. Careful. “I should have asked you to dance, at least. You shouldn’t have to be so lonely tonight.”

Finally, he faced you.

“Y/N, I’m alright.”

Your eyes were on him. Always, they found their way back to him. You were aware of how quiet you were right then when that happened. And how not much else came to mind.

Dick pulled out his phone, almost frantically, then he was scrolling.

Music started to play. No words. No singer. Just a piano that sounded like it was playing from a far distance in the forest.

Dick stood up, and with a smile less forced but wasn’t perfectly real, he walked over in front of you.

“I…” he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and held out the other one to you. “We could… have that dance…”

You swallowed. “Now?”

“Yeah, I mean. It’s quiet. I have music- nevermind. It sounded a lot better in my head.”

He got the phone back and scrambled to silence it if not for your hand that reached out.

“No, no,” you smiled at him. “Please. Let’s dance.”

He searched your face, maybe to look for any sign that you were held at gunpoint or that you were at all forced to say that.

“I’m serious, come on.”

You took the phone from his hand, placed it on the table.

Then, finally, his soft beam was something more like what you’d remembered. When you had him in your arms, and you in his. You held onto his shoulder and let your waist be held by a strong hand once again.

That smile wasn’t to last, however. But Dick couldn’t, not for a second, look away from your face.

That was it. That change.

The blue. No longer was it so bright so much like a luminously lit sky, but rather this tranquil hum of the ocean at night.

And unlike that other two times that night, you didn’t have a word to say to him. Neither did he.

Tim’s older brother. That intriguing, dashing, immensely handsome older brother of your best friend. He didn’t look at you twice. Not at first, at least. He was older. About three years your senior. And he probably thought of you as no one else but his brother’s best friend. And that you were, and just like the stigma, you found yourself dreaming and gushing over him and his handsomeness every time you came in to visit.

You first met when you ran into him one day when you got yourself lost in the library. Tim had left to get something in his room, and you were alone. Richard John Grayson walked into that room and almost had you cornered when he shut the door behind him, not having an idea that you were there at all, reading a book in front of the fireplace so silently without so much as a whisper.

He wanted to take a nap on the couch, it seems, because he was headed right there just before he caught your eye and froze. You smiled, a painful, goofy smile, and he laughed back. You wanted to crawl under that carpet and find some sewage manhole just so you’d disappear.

But Dick, as he always had been, with his charm and charisma so unmatched, he sat right next to you and asked you about your book.

Then he made you laugh so hard you almost threw the book right into the fire. It wasn’t so different since then. You ended up talking about things much more than just that book, and when he mentioned he was an acrobat, you mentioned you were with the gymnasts at school. You weren’t the best. Far from it, in fact. It wasn’t something you were too passionate about, not like you were with art, but it was something you had in common. And you reveled in that.

You ended up talking, and it seemed like you did so the whole afternoon. When you turned, Tim had fallen asleep on the couch and no one even noticed, so you went on and on until the sky got dark and the fire being the only light there was.

You grew closer as the weeks passed. He was your friend. One of your best, in fact. Then when you became Falcon, he volunteered to train you so Bruce can train Tim. And, if you were to let yourself get lost in those precious memories, you’d know that those times were ones you’d turn to when you needed something to smile about.

You weren’t sure when he’d fallen for you along the way. Something did change, you were sure. But not enough to know exactly that point in time when things had shifted. Maybe, you realized, it was when you and Tim got together.

Yeah. It probably was. Because you noticed just how much he’d actually been staring at you without looking away until he suddenly stopped, knowing you’d belonged to someone else.

Content. Happy. Bright.

That had always been how it was with him.

By then, and with the song long gone, you continued to hold him. You wouldn’t let him go. Not when it had all changed. Why can't all this go back?

To conceal your cries, your lips were pressed up to his shoulder, and his to your hair. There were tears, which you hadn’t even felt until they seeped into your lips and you got to taste the salt.

He used to pull you up from even the darkest depths, and only Dick had ever been there, could have possibly outshone every smidge of darkness there was and had done infinitely everything to make things so much better for you even when better seemed impossible. Every bit of sadness. Every bit of anguish. It was him. He made you laugh through the tears. He made you smile through the pain.

Why does it have to change? Why can't things just go back?

Why can't you just have this all go away with a night at the movies? A cheesy comedy? A cheap romance story? Why isn’t it blowing away the way it so easily used to when it came to him?

“Y/N…”

“Shh…”

You couldn’t talk.

“Listen.”

You could listen.

“Remember when we watched The Proposal? Years ago?”

You wanted to pull back, but you couldn’t possibly allow him to see you like this. Not when he’d already felt you shaking.

“I remember you laughing so hard you snorted popcorn out your nose. My fault, really. I couldn’t shut up about any of the scenes. Then you drank soda and you ended up spilling that all over the carpet ‘cuz you had to roll over your back from laughing again.” He chuckled.

Of course, you remembered that. You remembered every minute with him.

“It ended up being one of the movies I loved watching over and over again. Of course, it’s a lot better when it’s with you. A lot more fun when I have to watch you having to clean popcorn snot from your mouth than just Sandra Bullock. But I did. At least, to relive it all.”

Your hand on his shoulder tightened. “Yeah…” you managed to say.

“I know things aren’t what we wished it would be. I really hoped everything would go back to the way it was. But we could try. If you want, we could watch that movie again. Not now, but soon. We could watch it, and maybe things will be better.”

You closed your eyes, let your face get buried even deeper into his shoulder.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, and you wiped your tears with your sleeve, now tainted with your mascara. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Awesome.”

That was it, really. That was all he had to say, and all you had to say.

No. It wasn’t going to go back to the way it was. Not even by a mile.

Because he wasn’t Tim. He wasn’t someone you’d eventually fall back to even after you’d gone through your worst together. He wasn’t someone who grew up being your best friend and would stay that way even when you were lovers. You couldn’t, can't, go back to being friends the way you easily stayed friends with Tim just months after you broke up. It’d been months since that incident with Dick, and still, nothing had mended.

Because he loved you too greatly, enough to want to walk out on his wedding to another woman just minutes before, too much to ever stay friends and pretend nothing happened. And just like you, you and him the same, you couldn’t push that love to the side just to let your friendship win over.

You loved Dick differently, a love that was so much stronger than a friendship.

One so strong, that you’d either be the lovers so obsessively in love or nothing at all. Because you couldn’t, he couldn’t, not after you’d admitted it, ignore that love even if it was to save your life. He was the only one you had to pine over for so long. He was the only love so unrequited, at least for a while. At least, for what you thought.

If that were true, then it was why things had to change. Why you couldn’t stick around and see him so often and not have him in your arms.

It was painful.

Much, much too painful.

The lights started shutting off, and that was the cue. You had to leave. You had to pull back and forcibly look him in the eye.

You pulled away still with your tears barely dried out. But he wouldn’t let you hide it from him. He took your face, ran his thumbs over your cheeks.

And you let yourself get lost, not allowing whatever resistance that existed that could stop you from pulling away. But that had proven far too useless when Dick backed off and took his hands off from holding you so tenderly.

“A car is waiting for me outside,” you said. “I have to go.”

“Of course.”

You took your purse, stopped yourself from getting lost again in that deep ocean blue, and tried so hard to keep your head down. You hurried when the lights continued to turn off.

You tried to. You tried hurrying out the foyer so quickly so nothing, not even those voices so eerily forceful could pull you to turn back. Because at that point, you were just a measely string away from breaking and falling right back into a place you hadn’t known. And when you heard him running to you, and his voice call out like he was screaming from the top of a cliff, it was all over for you.

“Y/N…”

You turned back.

Dick’s whole body was trembling, but he looked at you like it’d hurt just as much to see you this way than it was to not have you in his sight at all, no matter how much you resisted. You couldn’t pull away. Not from him.

“I know you usually go to Tim when you need something,” he said. “But…”

You wanted, so desperately, to fall back into his hold and never back away.

“If you need anything at all. Anything. I’m here for you…”

And you let that want take over. Without much thought on anything else.

You ran, crashed into him like a bright blue flame so newly ignited, and held so tightly onto his strong neck you heard him gasp. And you wouldn’t have noticed, with your eyes held shut, that the lights had completely dimmed out when Dick finally hugged you back.

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A/N: WAAAAAHHHHHH WHICH TEAM ARE YOU GUYS STILL ON

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[skellebonez]

I AM SORRY FOR THIS SKELLE BUT I MUST: 5 (kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here),6 (let's make a deal, shall we?) and 41 (can you teach me how to do that) with the demon bull fam and mk with a little hint of 64 (I may have eaten seven of them already). NOW GO HAM MY DUDE

Oh I had way too much fun with this one. I took S2E4 (spoilers mentioned for that!) and some tweets made by one of the show producers on the same day as fuel for a very silly idea I had. I don't write what can be considered "Crack treated seriously" (or at least semi-seriously, this is not a 100% serious fic) often but when I do I go hard. This is more focused on MK and others than SpicyNoodles so it's a bit more gen fic than a full on ship fic as well.

Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here/Let's make a deal, shall we?/Can you teach me how to do that?/I may have eaten seven of them already.

"Red..." MK started off slowly, watching as his boyfriend's face flushed and twisted in embarrassment. "Can you tell me why your mother showed up at my apartment and used her wind vortex thing to teleport us here without an explanation? And then left us in your..." He looked around, noting that aside from the excessively large throne and two smaller thrones beside it this room looked like a... "Living room? On a couch?"

"I can-" Red Son started, raising a hand before pausing a frowning deeply. "Actually, no, I can't explain. This is just weird, even by my parent's standards. I have no idea what is going on, but since you're still here..." He shrugged with a hopeful smile, shaky through the uncertainty. "Maybe it's not bad? I mean, if Mother was truly upset or wanted to do something bad surely she would have not left us to our own devices. Maybe she’s... uh... happy I finally have a boyfriend?”

At the pointed raise of an eyebrow from MK that hopeful smile faltered a bit. Happy Red Son had a boyfriend for the first time in a couple centuries? Under different circumstances he wouldn't doubt that! Happy when that boyfriend was MK?

Oh he did doubt that.

He knew that they shouldn't have been sneaking around the way they had been. It had made sense at first, two people on opposite sides of a feud lasting centuries who discovered they actually enjoyed spending time together more than fighting each other. One who decided he very much would rather not follow through with any kind of domination and see his family hurt, who realized "actually my sworn nemesis isn't so bad", and another who decided "my life is already weird enough, why not give this befriending my enemy thing a shot".

And then one thing lead to another and before they knew it their secret friend meet up became a secret boyfriend meet up. They'd managed to keep everything under wraps for a while (except from Mei because, well... she was his best friend! He couldn't not tell someone and she would have found out fast if he wasn't obvious, and she had quickly become a mutual source of support for both of them), though MK knew Pigsy and the others knew something was up. They didn't question him, though, aside from the occasional good natured jab. "Wow MK, you seem happy today. Got any plans?" and that sort of thing. They seemed to trust him to make his own decisions, as long as he was happy and healthy and eventually told them. (Sun Wukong, however, may have caught in a little when he jokingly asked if MK had gotten a boyfriend and MK had choked on his drink. He never brought it up specifically after that but he was smart. Too smart.)

Red Son, on the other hand, was fantastic at keeping secrets when he tried. Or MK thought he was... the last few months gave no indication that either of his parents had discovered their little sneaky rendezvous. Then Princess Iron Fan broke into his apartment and, well, here they are. Clearly something had gone wrong somewhere along the line.

Before MK could follow through with any questions of whether or not there could be a fate worse than instant death that involved lulling him into a false sense of security, the two men froze at the sound of quickly approaching voices.

“Could this not have been done another way, my dear?”

“Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here, you know that. Noodle Boy is not that gullible, contrary to what we first believed.”

Ah... shit... Red Son’s parents.

Mk quickly ran through all the possessions he had in his apartment and wondered if he had time to text Mei or Pigsy the world’s fastest will and testament and if that would be legally binding. He just hoped he had something for Pigsy to handle the Phantom Orderer they'd had for the last year.

They always ordered on the app and prepaid and managed to leave him a sizeable tip in his tuk-tuk after he dropped off the food at whatever random location they indicated.

"Good," PIF's voice rang clear, far faster than he could even attempt to pull out his phone, and MK turned to see that she was casually lounging on the shoulder of the Demon Bull King. She jumped down, her wind lightening her fall so much so that she barely made a sound when her feet touched ground. "You've made yourself comfortable."

MK couldn't bring himself to move, as much as he very dearly wanted to run away as quickly as possible. Yes, he was The Monkie Kid and had progressed far enough that he could probably escape without much problem. Yes, he and DBK had had an understanding after the White Bone Spirit and Lunar New Year Festival (though he still didn't know if PIF ever found out about that one). Yes, Princess Iron Fan had shown little interest in him before and had even worked beside him with no complaints (she didn't even care enough to attack during the Food Wars thing!). But that was all before she apparently found out he was dating her son behind her back while they were technically still enemies.

He was glad at that moment that she had grabbed them before they went to get lunch... his stomach was doing back flips that would make a gymnast jealous.

"Uh, yes Miss-Mrs-Muh-M- Princess Iron... Fan?" MK couldn't help but stutter awkwardly, holding onto the hem of his jacket and worrying it as he tried to keep his composure. He looked beside him, watching as Red sat straighter and kept an even expression on his face that he couldn't quite place. His hair seemed to spark softly.

Though she raised a brow at this, PIF didn't comment on that at all. Instead she made her way to the other couch across from them as opposed to what was clearly supposed to be her throne, leaning forward right her elbows on her knees and her fingers laced together in front of her. DBK stopped behind her, seemingly content to stay standing.

"Noodle Boy... you prefer to go by MK, is that correct?" She started, and he nodded slowly in confused response. "Hmn... so. You've been dating my son for quite some time. Many months... no, a bit over a year if I am not mistaken in how long his behavior has changed." 'Oh shit' went MK's brain. "You must be quite serious, if you're willing to go through so much just to see each other. Late night meetings. Secret hideaways. Sneaking onto Flower Fruit Mountain, even." 'Oh SHIT' it repeated in horror. "That's quite the dedication to show toward anyone... I hate to admit it, but I am quite impressed." 'OH SH-wait what?'

"Bw-huh?" Was what MK managed out, half a sound that was almost a word and half a squeak of confusion.

"The fact I myself remained oblivious until only a few weeks ago is quite something. Let's make a deal, shall we?" She continued, sitting back straight and looking like the proud Princess she was and not like a woman sitting on a couch that looked comically small in front of her enormous husband. "You and Red Son no longer have to hide your relationship from us and in exchange..." she paused, as if relishing the building tension between herself and the couple before her. "You will come over at least once a week so we can get to actually know you properly."

MK froze. Red Son froze even more.

Then his entire head lit ablaze as he jumped up and gestured at his mother with a gaping mouth. "Th-that's it!? I-I was... I was RIGHT!?"

PIF barely reacted to this, merely lounging sideways as she put her elbow on the arm of the couch and rested her cheek on her hand.

"Whatever you were right about, I suppose you were. But yes," she shrugged, honestly looking... kinda happy? "Has this been about a year ago I perhaps would not have understood what you saw in Nood-MK. But I can see how happy you have been lately, and there's something about him that is like... what did you say he was like, darling?" She turned to DBK, who shrugged himself with an unreadable expression.

"A ball of sunshine given human form."

... that was not what MK ever expected to hear from the Demon Bull King's mouth...

"Yes, that's it," she nodded as if this was completely normal and ignored how Red Son flopped back down onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. "I'd hate to admit it, but you've grown on us through out sparse interactions. Somehow. And we have been eagerly waiting for the day we could finally welcome someone into our son's life. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

She seemed... serious. MK may not know her that well, but it was clear to anyone when she wasn't being so.

"Uh... o-ok? Sure?" MK said softly, nodding in amazement as DBK and PIF actually smiled at this.

This was the strangest day of his life, beating our every single demon fight and even the day he got the Monkey King's staff. But he'd take this strangeness over the alternative 500 times over.

"Excellent," DBK nodded himself, there was a lot of that about. "That seems to have worked out n-"

Everyone paused at a loud grumble echoed the room, all turning to Red Son as he flared up in embarrassment this time.

"Don't look at me like that, we were supposed to eat half an hour ago and I am starving," Red Son grumbled as he sat up, not looking anyone in the eye. "I don't suppose we could. Eat now? Please?"

Despite the situation, MK couldn't help but smile at his pouting.

"I could bring us some food from Pigsy's?" MK offered in an attempt to contribute. Something. "I mean, I know Red likes it and you kinda seemed to like it the one time you tried it and... uh... yeah."

"Actually... I may have eaten seven of them already..." PIF admitted, looking away in embarrassment. "l've tried not to give into the temptation, but your father's noodles from the Food Wars were so... I just can't resist ordering some secretly after 5 or so weeks!"

"So you're the phantom orderer!" MK gasped out in shock, but after a moment he frowned and rubbed the back of his head. He had a bit of an idea. "Well... I could... make some for us instead?" He ammended his offered softly. "I may not make it exactly like Pigsy does, but I can get pretty close as long as you have the ingredients! And you wouldn't have to worry about me going there and coming back! We can eat like. Immediately!"

"I think that sounds acceptable," PIF said with a nod as she stood, but MK could see a bit of excitement sparkling in her usually cold eyes. "Come, Red Son. I need to discuss some upgrades the Bull Clones have been asking for with you. Your father can assist him in the kitchen until we are done."

Red looked over at MK and only stood to follow his mother once he nodded, giving his father a pointed look before exited the room. MK, in the meantime, looking up at DBK with a gulp and followed him as he lead the way toward their kitchen.

It was... well, bigger than he was used to. But pretty normal, regal size and decor aside. And it seemed, once he was given the nod of ok from his host (and wasn't that a bizarre thing, DBK and PIF being his hosts on a home visit to his boyfriend's parents... he was going to need to get used to that) he checked the fridge and counters and found he had just about everything he needed to make what he had in mind.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" DBK asked after a moment, startling MK into nearly dropping the sauce he needed for the broth. "Not the recipe itself, just..." He gestured to the counter. "Red Son has a bit of a proclivity toward cooking and he's been trying to get me involved, but we've never cooked anything like. That."

His words were awkward and stilted, but MK could tell he was trying. The same way he could tell PIF wasn't kidding with her offer. They just seemed to... want to get to know him as a potential... son-in-law... huh.

"Sure, but you're gonna want to shrink down a bit for this."

Lunch turned out amazing and, while awkward (much like most of the day)... it was nice not to have to hide their dating for once. And Red actually seemed pretty happy! Though he learned quickly that the Monkey King was still a bit of an (understandably) sore subject that was best avoided. For now.

Maybe not forever though.

(When PIF very not subtly dropped him and Red Son both off inside Pigsy's Noodles after their lunch, the only response he got was a "oh, so they finally found out huh? Looks like things went well" from Pigsy and Tang. Maybe he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was...)

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #mk #qi xiaotian #red son #spicynoodleshipping #dbk and pif #pif may be one of least favorite characters in the show for a few reasons #but even she can have good moments in my fics from time to time #crack treated seriously #i love that i can use that tag #ship fic but only just

[safertokiss]

Hate the Game, Love the Player

A/N: Let the fun times ensue! I really liked this prompt and a story kinda just wrote itself in my chaotic brain so here we are. I relate to this prompt greatly, I will admit, so it was extremely easy to channel. Anyways, thanks for reading and life’s a party.

Prompt: "spence i fucking hate chess. i just like spending time with you." (Anonymous)

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and SMUT

Word Count: 4k

ENJOY:)

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Spencer Reid. Spencer Fucking Reid. What a man.

You had been pretty much in love with the resident genius since the second you stepped foot into the BAU for your first day over a year ago. You could remember your first meeting plain as day, the way he stuttered out an introduction while a bright blush covered his entire figure, the way he fiddled with his hands to stay grounded in the moment. You had found the whole interaction very adorable and had decided in that moment that your heart belonged to him.

You guys had hit it off almost immediately, surprising absolutely no one on the team, and a beautiful friendship quickly bloomed between the two of you. While you certainly loved being his best friend and colleague, you were stuck.

 As more and more time passed with Spencer at your side, you couldn't stop the feelings you harbored for him from dramatically increasing. You had always read those stupid, sappy romance books that, more often than not, revolved around a close friendship being troubled by one half of the duo catching feelings for the other. Even worse were the stories where they didn’t end up together. You hoped that that wasn’t going to be the case for you and the doctor.

Of course the feelings weren’t just one-sided. It was blatantly obvious to pretty much everyone on the team, yourself included, that he felt the same exact way about you, and while the knowledge of his affection was encouraging, it didn’t amount to much because you knew he wasn’t the type to admit his feelings outright, especially to a female. Since there was no way in hell he was going to make the first move, you had been trying your hardest to make your advances as obvious and clear as humanly possible, hoping that at least one of them would finally lead to more. You had reached a point where you were so desperate you were willing to do the unspeakable for him. It was time to do the completely unimaginable.

“Hey Spence!” You watched his body jump slightly before swirling around in his chair to make eye contact with you, giving you a perfect view of his figure. He looked especially good today for some reason and you suspected that had something to do with your sudden willingness to go through with the one thing you had hoped you would never have to do. “Yeah?”

Oh boy here we go, now or never. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to maybe teach me how to play chess sometime? I’ve been meaning to learn how for quite a while now.” You certainly didn’t miss the way his face lit up with excitement at your question, quickly confirming that you had had the right idea and made the right decision asking.

“R-really? You’d actually want to do that? Oh wow, I’d love to teach you sometime! Maybe uh, if you want of course, you could come over tonight after work and we could start then. I’ll even um-I’ll even try not to win so you could have some fun! Oh um-uh not that you wouldn’t be able to win on your own, it’s just that-” 

“Spence, slow down”, you said with a chuckle, unable to contain the smile that covered your lips. “Tonight sounds great. I’ll meet you at your place after we get out of here, ok?” The stupid childlike grin that spread across his face was intoxicating and made you somehow fall even deeper in love with him. It was honestly baffling that someone as seemingly perfect as him could actually exist. God, how you hoped the two of you would at last grow some balls tonight and do something, finally putting that built-up tension to rest. Well, hopefully not to rest. You certainly wouldn’t mind it sticking around forever, as long as he was by your side to ease the borderline torture whenever it reared it’s ugly head.

“Ok uh-yeah that sounds awesome! S-see you tonight then. Oh and don’t forget to bring earplugs for when you inevitably get tired of hearing me explain the complexities of the game for the thousandth time”, he shyly added at the end. You didn’t even attempt to stop the lighthearted snort that escaped at his words. Like you could ever possibly grow tired of listening to him? That’s a big, fat negative. Giving you one last wide grin, he spun back around and began working on his files again, leaving you vulnerable to the not exactly innocent thoughts swirling around in your head.

You were going over his house tonight, the two of you would be all alone. Sure, you had been over there plenty of times before for various reasons, but this felt significantly different for some reason. Maybe that was down to the fact that you fully intended on making some kind of move tonight, in turn, hopefully, making your intentions completely clear to him. You had no definite way of knowing how far things would end up going later, but you certainly had a preference of where you wanted things to end up. Too many days had been spent pining over the young doctor, and at this point it was the only thing you could think of that would satisfy your desires.

Would he even want to though? As close as the two of you were, the topic of sex or anything even remotely sexual never seemed to breech into your conversations, as much as that disappointed you. It wasn’t exactly that you were worried about him not being into that kind of stuff, it was more of a deep rooted insecurity that often made you question whether or not he would ever want to do something of the sort with you. You quickly pushed the thought out of your head, deciding that the only way you were ever going to know for sure was if you worked up the courage to make some sort of significant advance in his direction tonight. 

Eventually ignoring your raging inner thoughts and returning to the task at hand, you couldn’t help but check the clock every few minutes, anxiously counting the minutes until you were able to leave this place and get to his. 

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You had all but sprinted out of the office earlier once your shift had come to an end, rushing to get to your car so you could leave. 

The excitement that had been pumping through your veins was intoxicating and made you question all the seemingly silly nerves you had felt building up throughout the day. What was there to be nervous about? It was just chess. However, as you pulled into his apartment complex’s lot, you realized that it was so much more than just chess and the nerves came rushing back through you like a fucking tsunami.

You didn’t even want to discuss the way you felt right now, perched directly outside of his apartment, dazedly staring at the wooden door. Was it too late to just turn around, go home and forget that this whole damn thing ever even happened. A lucid fever dream, that’s what this could be if you just left. 

No. You wanted and needed this. Here’s hoping Spencer did too.

You cautiously raised your fist before gently knocking on the rough surface a couple of times. You were able to hear some slight movement from inside and just as you were taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down a bit more, the door swung open, an equally nervous and excited looking Spencer now standing opposite you. God he was so pretty.

“Hi”, he quietly spoke, his eyes absentmindedly sweeping across your frame. You were easily able to detect the anticipation that radiated off of him in waves, the same feeling emanating from deep within you as well. “Hey Spence”, you breathily whispered, a shy smile gracing your lips.

After a brief moment of just silently staring at each other, Spencer snapped out of his apparent stupor and awkwardly angled his body to the side so you could come inside, gently shutting the door behind you. Immediately after entering his apartment your eyes drifted to the kitchen, noticing that he had somehow managed to cook dinner for the two of you in the very short time since you guys had gotten out of work, him leaving the office slightly earlier than you did. The kind gesture made you feel warm inside, the situation as a whole feeling amazingly domestic. 

“Oh my god. Spence, you really didn’t have to do all this. It smells amazing!” You watched the young doctor ripen into a tomato at your words, feeling your desire for him deepen even further. He blindly followed you as you made your way towards the kitchen to investigate his hard work, passing by the fancy, little chess board you had always ignored before on the way. “It’s no problem at all Y/n, can’t have you learning on an empty stomach right?”, he teased as you let out a light giggle at his thought process. “I suppose you are the doctor here”, you answered with a joking tone. “Shall we then?” Suddenly feeling much more comfortable in each other’s presence, the two of you quickly ate, Spencer’s cooking completely blowing your mind.

“Ok as amazing as that was Spence, I believe it’s chess learning time!” You succeeded in portraying genuine excitement at your statement, simply opting to instead think about all the possibilities of what could happen, rather than the game itself. The evident excitement that exuded from his slim figure was more than enough encouragement for you to get the ball rolling and waltz over to the mahogany table, promptly assuming your position across from him. “All you Reid, I’m completely at your mercy.” You saw him swallow hard at your choice of words and found yourself slyly smirking at his reaction. Quickly clearing his throat, he jumped right into things.

“O-ok so basically to start off there’s um-six classes or ranks for the pieces. You have the pawns, the rooks, the knights, bishops, kings and queens and uh-each different rank has their own move set or “abilities”, if you will. Before every game there’s a specific order that they…”

You tried. You really, really tried to focus on what he was saying, but there was no stopping your mind from wandering to more pressing matters. For example: how unbelievably hot he looked rambling excitedly about one of the most boring things on the planet. He made you actually look forward to playing. In all honesty, you already knew how to play the dreadful game, thanks to years and years of mandatory family bonding time with your dad when you were younger. Spencer didn’t need to know that though. 

Eventually his instructional spiel had come to an end, the two of you now having moved on to a couple practice rounds to get the hang of things. You hated fibbing to him about your previous experience with the game, but it was well worth it to see the way his face lit up with every word that fell from his lips. After engaging in several “practice” games, Spencer had deemed you suitable for the real deal, offering to still help you along the way if you needed it, for which you thanked him.

The first few trial games that you guys played through went by pretty smoothly and while you were nowhere near beating him, you were able to hold your own weight fairly well. Sure, you had had previous experience from your childhood, but it had been so long you found your skills were kind of rusty and they presented themselves as such. The longer you both played the more you remembered, reaching the point where you were actually rivalling him and giving him some sort of competition. You could see how impressed he was with you, but there also seemed to be some layer of pride boiling underneath the surface. While you loved his reactions to your “newly” acquired skills, things were going much too slow for your liking and you knew exactly what to do.

“How about we up the stakes a little bit, hmmm?” He looked up at your words, a curious look crossing over his features.

“What did you have in mind?” You watched him visibly gulp at the suggestive smirk that slowly adorned your face. Momentarily ignoring his question, you began to reset the board, the clinking of game pieces being the only sound filling the apartment, that and Spencer’s bated breath as he waited for a response. 

“Ok, I’m sure you’ve heard of strip poker before?” You watched him hesitantly nod his head in agreement before continuing. “Well how about we play some strip chess, make things a bit more exciting, yeah?” The speed at which a blush overtook his features would’ve been alarming to anyone else on the planet, except for you of course, who found it utterly adorable.

“I uhh-I y-yeah, sure. Sure! We can do that. It sounds kind of...fun? What um-how would that work exactly?” You gave him a bright smile at the evident eagerness laced within his words before explaining your thought process on specific rules for the game. 

“Well I’m thinking that we don’t have enough layers on to remove something everytime we capture an opponent’s piece...soooo..maybe every two pieces captured by the other person you have to take something off? Yeah that sounds like it should work. Good?” You watched him seem to mull over things quickly in his head before nodding with slightly more confidence than he had exuded before. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Around twenty minutes later, the two of you were stripped down to the bare minimum, you in just your panties and bra, him in his boxers, both of you finally seeming to understand the weight of the current situation you were in. You certainly hadn’t expected to give Spencer this big of a run for his money, but you were glad you were able to best him at least a few times. However, depending on the next few moves, you guys were so close to crossing a line that neither of you could possibly come back from. 

Unfortunately, while you were too busy worrying about what was about to happen, Spencer had cornered one of your pieces and captured it, making it his second piece of yours captured since the last article of your clothing had come off. His head jerked up towards you as he realized what his small victory meant. Shit. Were you really about to expose yourself to him, willingly at that?

Yes. Yes you were.

Spencer watched with wide eyes and labored breathing as you slowly reached behind your back to undo the clasps on your bra, the material falling forward slightly, until you removed the straps making the lacy garment come off completely, sending a shy smile in his direction. You swear you saw his eyes darken as they widened even further at your bold movement, his Adam's apple bobbing at the sight of your bare chest right there in front of him. Unable to think about it too long and suddenly emboldened by his reactions, you quickly made your next move while he was basically hypnotized by your tits. Maybe this could work to your advantage after all. 

Realizing that the boy genius wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon, seemingly too invested in his personal peepshow, you snapped your fingers in front of his face to grab his attention. His eyes immediately snapped up to meet yours, embarrassment coating his face as he cleared his throat. “Oh I-um-sorry. I was a bit d-distracted”, he nervously chuckled, aware he had been caught ogling your body like a horny teenager, not that you minded in the slightest.

You could easily tell how frazzled the young doctor still was as he took his turn, making a move that there was no way in hell Spencer would have ever made with a clear mind. An excited smirk graced your face as you registered what he had just done. And based on the way his eyebrows furrowed, it seemed as though he had too. No fucking way. 

“I uhh-uhh...shit. I-I um…”

Making sure to maintain steady eye contact with him, you slowly leaned over the table, your breasts pushing together perfectly to compliment the show you were putting on, and confidently made your final move.

“Checkmate.”

As the two of you sat there just staring at each other, you noticed his breathing becoming more and more labored, his eyes completely black with desire, yours probably looking the same.

Fuck it, let’s go.

The speed at which you shoved the board clean off the table and climbed across it into his lap was astounding, immediately smashing your lips together as you successfully straddled him. He moaned into your mouth at your eagerness and it only egged you on further, roughly tugging on his hair as your lips moved in synchronicity. Reluctantly prying your lips away from his, you stared directly into his black orbs, your chest heaving.

“I want you.” You watched his pupils dilate at your words, a low groan leaving his lips.

“I want you”, he reciprocated with sincerity in his tone. Moaning at his agreement and admission you desperately reunited your mouths as he swifty lifted you onto the mahogany table, stepping in between your welcoming legs so your bodies were as close as possible. 

You both needed this. Badly. It was inevitable that at some point the two of you would finally snap, mutually ravaging each other in the most animalistic of ways. It was like a switch flipped inside the two of you, totally disregarding the way you normally acted on a day to day basis. Honestly you had no idea Spencer had it in him, this feral, primal side of him. But you fucking loved it.

As soon as he stepped between your legs and reconnected your lips, his large hands pawed at your chest, squeezing the pillowy flesh like it was his favorite hobby. The moans pouring from your lips only fueled him further, his grip becoming noticeably stronger. Letting his hands roam wherever they pleased on your body, you raked your own up and down his chest, bright red streaks left behind in their wake, making him groan uncontrollably. 

“God Y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Since the moment you walked in I haven’t been able to control myself around you. You drive me fucking insane.” His words only increased the veracity behind your moans as you reached down to palm him through his boxers, which weren’t doing much to hide his rather large excitement. He threw his head back with a groan, his mussed hair protruding in every direction possible. “Spencer pleaseee!”, you begged, desperate for him to touch you and give you more. You needed more.

Seemingly getting the hint, he immediately ripped your panties off before roughly thrusting his fingers into you, exploring your heat eagerly, moaning at the overwhelming warmth and wetness surrounding them. You cried out at the intrusion, instantly latching onto him, your nails digging into his back as your body arched into him. Your reactions drove him insane, his digits consistently pumping in and out of you, making your whole body tremble as you felt your release speedily approaching. 

“That’s it baby, let go.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt yourself completely tense up before releasing all of the tension in a blissful moment, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips. “Spencer!” He watched with hooded eyes as he pushed you over the edge, evident pride rushing through his veins. The fire inside of you came rushing back, reigniting every inch of your body, craving for more.

You tugged on the hem of his boxers, trying to convey your desires, watching him get the hint fairly quickly and hastily remove them before stepping back between your legs. Surging forward you latched your lips onto his and wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively tethering himself to you and urging him to continue. You could feel him hot and heavy against the inside of your thigh, but it simply wasn’t enough, him seemingly thinking the same thing, soon feeling him position himself against your throbbing core.

Both panting with anticipation and desire, he looked up into your eyes, searching for any kind of sign that this was for sure what you wanted. You frantically nodded your head, a desperate gleam in your eyes. “Please Spence! I need you!”

Seemingly satisfied with your response, the young doctor let out a feral growl before thrusting his entire length into you on the first stroke. You both whined out at the feeling, latching on to each other like your lives depended on it. “Holy shit, Y/n. You feel so fucking good.” His words triggered an unnecessarily loud moan to escape your throat, feeling yourself unwillingly tighten around his cock. The pace he set was brutal as he pounded you into the table over and over again. 

That stupid chess table. You could confidently say that this was worlds better than any of the many games you had both played earlier in the night. If things worked out your way the two of you would be doing this a lot more often instead of playing chess.

Even though the two of you had only been going at it for a fairly short time, you could already feel your climax speedily approaching and, based on the way he kept scrunching up his face, you’d guess he wasn’t very far behind. 

“Spencer please! I’m so close, baby please!”

The guttural groan that escaped him was sinful and ignited your insides with a fire that you didn’t even know existed within you. As he roughly thrusted into you, your body slamming against the hard surface below you, you felt yourself quickly tumble over the edge, your vision going spotty at the intensity of your orgasm. The way you screamed out his name and clenched around his cock was too much for Spencer to handle, him following you closely behind and filling you up completely with his seed. 

The two of you held onto each other desperately as you waited for your bated breaths to return to normal, a light sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies. Giving you a soft smile, drastically different from the man who had been inside you moments ago, he carefully removed himself from you before walking to the kitchen to get some towels. After cleaning the two of you up, he gently picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, both of you settling immediately under the sheets, clinging to each other.

As Spencer softly played with your hair in the comfortable silence, you could feel the two of you giving into the slumber that was calling out to you. However before you gave in, you needed him to know how you truly felt.

“Hey Spence?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I fucking hate chess. I just like spending time with you.” He chuckled softly before responding.

“I like spending time with you too.”

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SHINee scenario: Dates

(can u work ur magic and write sumthin about going on dates? tnx :>)

Requested by anon

- I’m sorry for being very slow with the requests. I’ve been having a hard time writing lately 😓 I’m still very unsure about this but I hope it’s okay! Otherwise, I can make a part two later on when I’m back on my feet. Also, thank you so much to those who helped me with ideas! ❤️🙏

Onew:

When both you and Onew had a day off at the same time you decided to make the most of it and go on a date. Normally you would do something simple, such as going to a cafe, having a picnic or simply strolling around downtown. However, for some reason, your boyfriend suggested visiting the city Zoo and since you didn’t have a better idea you agreed. 

It didn’t really strike you as a common place for a date, but rather a place for families, but that thought changed when your boyfriend turned into an excited child at the sight of live animals and you couldn’t help but find it adorable. 

The two of you calmly walked around the whole zoo to examine each animal and talked about anything and everything in the process. You were also enjoying the fact that you could share some fond and harmless skin-ship, such as holding hands and exchanging small kisses every now and then. In addition, your boyfriend made you laugh with some of his silly antics, which you could never grow tired of. 

It was a very wholesome date and although it was more fun and chaotic than it was sweet and romantic you didn’t mind it one bit since it was spent with your favorite person on earth. 

“Today was really fun.” You told him as you were heading for the exit and expected him to respond but instead he simply smiled and gripped your hand a bit tighter as he headed in a specific direction. It didn’t lead to any of your apartments and when you asked him about it he simply stated that it was a ‘surprise’. 

After a brief walk through a small park and up a steep hill you eventually reached a small viewing spot where you could gaze over a large portion of the city below and it was indeed a spectacular sight. 

“Wow. It’s really beautiful.” You managed to utter in a mix of surprise and admiration. 

Your boyfriend simply agreed and led you both over to a bench where you could sit down. “I like this place.” He expressed in a calm voice and went on to explain how he came across it and also his wish to show it to you. His words made you smile as you held onto his hand with both of your own and fumbled with some of his fingers, as you tended to do subconsciously at times. He hadn’t told you but it was something he was actually rather fond of. 

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon at your new location, watching the city turn dark as the sun set, before you headed home. Your boyfriend walked you the whole way, as he always would, and outside of your apartment building you shared a long hug and a sweet kiss before ultimately letting go of each other. He then uttered the words ‘Let’s meet again soon’ with his usual bright smile as he waved and watched you get inside safely. 

Jonghyun: 

After dating for a little over a year you and Jonghyun both decided to take some time off work and go on a trip together. The location was Tokyo, Japan and it was only over the weekend but it gave you a couple of days of pure freedom to spend however you liked. 

Since it was early spring you decided to visit a large park with a botanical garden on your first full day. The weather was perfect and you could roam around peacefully to examine the beautiful flowers and large cherry blossom trees that had just begun to bloom. It was a very simple but romantic idea of a date that you both enjoyed. 

Moreover, walking around holding hands and taking a closer look at the different plants, you found a patch of grass where you could sit down and eat some snacks that you had bought beforehand. 

It would evolve into a deep conversation which would then be followed by some harmless cuddling. At first it made you feel a bit shy, as there were many people around and you weren’t always comfortable with PDA but your irresistible boyfriend assured you no one was watching. In addition, he also flashed one of his very enchanting grins which made you want to roll your eyes in a playful fashion. 

In the end, you were able to relax and simply enjoy your sweet moment. None of it was actually new but it still gave you a sense of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. 

After talking and enjoying each other’s company for some time you decided to explore the rest of the park and also take a bunch of pictures before ultimately leaving. Though, your day didn’t end there. You spent the remaining time exploring the city, doing some shopping and also having dinner at one of Jonghyun’s favorite restaurants, as it wasn’t his first visit. 

All in all, it was definitely a very calm and romantic day but you preferred it that way and any time spent together with your amazing boyfriend was always wholesome. 

“I love you.” The words came out randomly as you were on your way back to the hotel but he didn’t seem to mind. He simply chuckled in a surprised fashion before returning them in a loving tone. 

“I love you too y/n.” 

Key: 

Since you and Key had been together for a long time you were both comfortable in your relationship and didn’t often go on traditional dates or make grand plans just the two of you. Instead, your idea of a date was simply doing something together that you would both enjoy. 

On a weekend when you were both free you decided to do just that and since you were both interested in art you agreed to check out a new exhibition at your favorite museum. 

Despite it being a weekend it wasn’t overly busy and you could both walk around calmly, hand in hand, and examine the new art. In addition, you also decided to visit some old favorites and went to the part of the museum dedicated to the painter who sadly lost his life too young. Vincent Van Gogh. You had already seen his works several times but there was still something about it that would pull you in. 

“Wow. Van Gogh’s art is really beautiful, no matter how many times you see it.” You exclaimed in slight awe. 

At first Key was silent, almost as if he was thinking something over, and then turned to you camly. “Sure they are but they aren’t as beautiful as the art whose hand I’m currently holding.” 

His suddenly flirty words and teasing smirk certainly made you blush but you then nudged his arm and fought your urge to roll your eyes at his cheesiness. Though, it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy it. Especially when his eyes also sparked with sincerity, which made you all the more flustered. 

Later, as you both exited the museum your boyfriend suddenly tugged you and started walking in a different direction, stating something about ‘wanting to take you somewhere equally beautiful as the painting you had admired’. 

You didn’t question him and as you realized where he was taking you your face instantly lit up in surprise. 

“Namsan tower?” 

He nodded in response and kissed your cheek before you headed towards the cable car that would take you to the top of the mountain where the tower and observation deck was located. 

As it was late afternoon you could camly stroll along and watch the sunset together. It was a very romantic end to an otherwise casual date but it was just the way you both preferred it. 

Minho:

After a busy week you and Minho were both excited at the idea of meeting up in your favorite part of town and enjoying a fun night out in each other’s company. 

It was something you did ever so often as opposed to having indoor dates at home and this particular night you decided to visit the cinema to see a movie together. 

By the time you arrived your boyfriend was already there waiting for you close to the entrance. Despite it being a casual date he appeared to have dressed up ever so slightly and looked as handsome as ever. It made you smile as you made your way over to greet him the way you normally would, with a hug and a quick but sweet kiss, before you made your way inside. 

The movie in question was a good one. Minho had picked it, thinking it was something you would enjoy, as it had an exciting love story plot, and he wasn’t wrong. Though, even if it had been uninteresting it wouldn’t matter as you simply enjoyed being in his company. 

Later, after leaving the cinema and getting something to eat you decided to roam around the city, as you often would, and ended up at an arcade. It wasn’t a surprise since you were both fond of games and became competitive as you were put against one another. At times you would find yourself stuck in there for hours on end, competing while having fun and simply forgetting about time. This time was certainly no exception. You tried out a variety of games, where you beat him at some and then giggled at his sulking face. 

You spent most of the evening there until you finally decided that enough was enough. It was already rather late at that point but before calling it a day Minho suggested walking along the han-river since it was a rather beautiful sight at night and you also knew it was something he really enjoyed, so you agreed. 

“Did you have fun today?” He questioned out of the blue after walking in silence for some time but you didn’t hesitate to nod in response. 

Although you could both be romantic you could also enjoy a casual day like this simply playing games and having fun. In fact, you enjoyed it as much as going to a fancy restaurant or having a cozy night at home. 

You definitely wanted to do it again sometime very soon. 

Taemin: 

Although you and Taemin had been dating for a while it was still unknown to the public and anyone outside of your close circle of friends or family. Therefore, you rarely met up outside just the two of you and if you did it was always in a remote place or late at night to avoid anyone possibly spotting you and making a story out of it. It was tough at times, as you would find yourselves spending a lot of time apart, but you knew that it was for the better. 

After you planned to meet up one night Taemin picked you up in his car outside your apartment building and then drove off to one of your usual places. 

You were both wearing casual clothing rather than being dressed up but neither of you put much thought on that. Instead, you focused on actually spending time together and being able to talk and catch up on everything that had happened since you last met in person. Your relationship was rather simple in that sense.

At your chosen location, a small beach by the river, you both walked around freely for a bit before you found a place to sit down. It was completely vacant, since it was nighttime, and you could cuddle and watch the night sky together without the fear of being spotted. 

It was a simple but wholesome date where you shared some food you had brought along and shared endless conversations about your lives or whatever was on your minds. Of course, you also used the opportunity to share some skin-ship. 

“We should meet like this more often.” Your boyfriend expressed along with a small sigh as he hugged you tightly in a search for warmth. “I really hate it when we are apart.” 

His sincere words made you smile. Especially as they were followed by him sulking, which you couldn’t help but find cute. 

“Then let’s make more time to meet up. It should be okay as long as we’re careful, right?” 

He nodded to show he agreed and then stared at you for a moment while smiling It sort of made you feel shy, almost to the point that you were blushing, and you ultimately uttered a brief ‘what?’ to find out what he was up to. 

At first he shrugged so you expected him to mumble ‘nothing’ in return but he didn’t. Instead, he raised his hand to gently poke your cheek with his index finger. It definitely puzzled you, until he suddenly uttered his new favorite English word in a playful voice. 

“Adorable.” 

Since it wasn’t the first time he used the word, and probably not the last, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Although it was done in a fond fashion, since despite him being annoying you still loved him more than anything. 

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Drum Lover

Pairing: Patrick Verona x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Summary: You recently learned how to play drums and you decided to show your skills to your boyfriend Patrick.

Warnings: doubtful and insecure Pat

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Last week I learned how to play drums with a friend and I'm so excited and proud of myself! I love music, so this was really important to me, and I couldn't help myself from writing something about it with my handsome <33

You always had a strong innate obsession for music: it was your escape from reality, your comfort, your passion, your own world. Because of this, you practically loved all musical instruments, deeply admiring the sounds and melodies of every single one. However, there's one that stands out from the others: the drums.

One of your friends knew how to play drums, so you asked him if he could teach you some beats. He gladly accepted your request, knowing how much it means for you to play this incredible instrument. Once you sat in front of it with the drumsticks in your hand, you could already feel the good vibes flowing through your body, instantly provoking goosebumps all over your skin. He was very patient with you, playing first so you could understand better which sounds and moves you should do.

You were a fast learner, so in little time you managed to do beats with just a few mistakes, which impressed your friend. The feeling of getting the chance to play drums was incomparable to any other: you instantly felt a sensation of freedom and happiness, like you were naturally born to make music. You were so proud of yourself, being utterly thankful for your friend to provide you such an amazing and unique experience.

"Wow, good job girl! I have to admit I wasn't expecting you to learn so fast!" he praised you, sincerely.

"I'm impressed too! You know, when you love something so much, it's so easy to learn and be dedicated to it." you answered, meaning every word.

"Yeah, I can clearly see that." he smiled at you, the proudness radiating from his body directly into yours. "You know what you can do since you already now how to play the basics?"

"Uh... learn more from now on? Getting classes? Yeah, I definitely should do that." you immediately got excited at the idea.

"Uh... sure. I mean, I was not thinking about that, but yeah, you should to that too."

"So...what is it?" you curiously asked, since you had no idea what he was going to say.

"Well, I think you should show your skills to your boyfriend." he naturally suggested, like it was the simplest thing to do.

"I what? You want me to show it to Patrick??" you were surprised by his suggestion: you just learned how to play drums, and he wants you to make a show to your boyfriend already? "No, no, forget it, I-I can't do it."

"Hey hey, where's that insecurity coming from? I'm sure he's gonna be proud of you, you know how he is. Even if you were the worst drummer player in the world, he would still love you more than you love music!" he said confidently, both of you knowing he was right. But what if you embarrass yourself in front of Pat? What if he makes a joke about it and even with your great sense of humor, you would still take it seriously since this is so meaningful to you? What if your friend wasn't right...? No, no, you know that is out of question.

"I don't know, I guess my insecurities are getting the best of me..." you were sad by your sudden change of mood. But at the same time, when you rethought about your friend's idea, maybe you should show Patrick what you have learned. "Unless..." suddenly an idea surged to your mind, being so obvious that you couldn't believe why you didn't thought about it before.

"Unless...?" your friend knew he was starting to convince you to leave your unnecessary anxious thoughts from aside.

"Unless I practice with you! Then I will be more confident to show him! But it will take time, I have to learn as much as I can to really impress him." you slowly started to get your initial mood back by thinking of Patrick's reaction. Your love for music, mainly for drums, isn't unknown by your boyfriend. He perfectly knows that one of your dreams is play to it, and he would be so amazed and proud to see you playing it.

"Yes, sure! You don't have to give a show to Patrick, not now. Like everyone, you need practice. Luckily, you have the advantage for being a fast learner, so it would take half of the time for you to learn comparatively to any other person." by his words, you started to think that maybe this is actually a great idea.

"Thank you, really, this means a lot to me." you then hugged your supportive friend.

"Let's make it this way: whenever you have free time, call me. If I'm available too, you come to my house and I'll teach you a few more things. Sounds good to you?"

"Sounds perfect! I owe you one!" you answered, making your way to your friend's front door.

"I'll think about what I need, then. See ya!" he playfully said, accompanying you to the front door.

Once you arrived to your home, Patrick was on the sofa eating popcorn while watching a comedy movie. He had his own house, however he secretly hated to be alone, so he would always come to yours just to be with you.

"Oh, you just got on time, the movie had just started!" he said once he saw you. Because of school, he didn't have much time for you as he liked to, so this moments together are very special for him, just like they are for you.

"Ohh, I'm so glad you made popcorn! I'm dying to eat sweets." you admitted, jumping slightly on the sofa and making your way to your lover's lap.

"You can always eat me, pretty girl." he winked at you, already showing his sassy side towards you, something you always loved since you met him.

"Who said I won't?" you playfully raised your eyebrow at him, earning a laugh and a passionate kiss from him right after. You started to kiss slowly, yet passionately until you decided that was better to stop, unless you wanted to miss the movie.

After that evening, you started to go out almost every day with your friend just to practice and learn something new. Patrick started to get suspicious about your suddenly lack of time and he even confronted you about it, only for you to reassure him that everything was fine, that you still loved him and you didn't want to leave him, not ever. He seemed to be convinced by your words, however you knew that he was starting to miss you even more and eventually getting sad and feeling lonely. That's when you thought you had learned enough to be able to play for him and didn't have to make him suffer much longer with your unavailability.

"Babe!" you called him once you arrived home from your friend's house.

"Hey." he simply said, not bothering to look at you. He was only with a black t-shirt and his black boxers, sitting in your bed while watching some random channel on the tv.

"Uh... is everything ok?" you started to worry by his indifference. He never acted like that before towards you and that concerned you to no end.

"I don't know, you tell me." he finally looked at you after turning the tv off, hurt and disappointment written on his face. He then got up from the bed, walking slowly in your direction with his arms crossed. "Is there something you want to tell me, huh?"

"Actually yes. I-I wanted to take you to a place to show you something." you tried to lighten up the mood, but it seemed useless.

"Oh, so now you have time for me? How wonderful." he was ready to get back to your bed, only for you to stop him on his way by grabbing his arm firmly.

"Pat, listen to me. I know I've been going out a lot more lately, but that's exactly what I'm trying to explain to you."

"Ok then, I'm listening." he crossed his arms once again: you knew this wasn't going to be easy, but you wouldn't give up.

"Can you just come with me, please? I promise I will explain everything to you." you tried to convince him one more time. There was a long pause, the silence and his deep stare into yours starting to make you feel even more nervous.

"Ok." he answered, obviously still being mad. "You better give me a good reason for all of this." you simply nodded, perfectly knowing you haven't been fair with him, but your intentions were good and you just didn't want to screw up your surprise. He started to dress himself, putting black leather jeans and black boots. The silence was making you nauseous, but you couldn't let that affect you. Not now that your moment to shine in front of your boyfriend was close to finally happen. "Let's go." he said in a serious tone, both of you leading to his car.

"Can I drive?" he looked surprised at you, yet he let you do what you wanted. This was your opportunity to make it up for him. You drove to a music shop from your city, where you could play and buy various instruments freely. It was the perfect place to show him what you have learned this past few weeks and what you were capable of.

"Seriously? A music shop?" he was confused, but you ignored his comment. You got out of the car, Patrick following you right behind, and you both entered the shop. You went to a room where was the drums section, seeing one that was similar to your friend's: the perfect chosen one.

"What are you doing? You really want to learn how to play drums knowing that we have to-" once you got in the right position to play, you didn't even let him finish, playing immediately to show your surprise for him and end the tense mood that was implanted since you left your house. Ironically, because he was grumpy with you, you tried to only focused on what you were playing, missing his speechless, impressed and amazed face. He wasn't expecting this at all: he knew you didn't know how to play drums yet, however you showed him the opposite, taking the words out of his mouth. You were so concentrated in what you were doing, that not even one note was played incorrectly: yup, you definitely were enjoying yourself... just not as much as he was. He didn't dare to interrupt you, listening to the outstanding melody played by his talented girlfriend: saying he was proud of you wasn't enough, and being as smart as he was, he immediately knew that your lack of availability was caused by your "drum classes".

"What do you think? Did you like it?" you asked nervously once you finished your little show in front of Patrick. He approached you slowly, not taking his eyes away from you, and you could tell by the bright in his eyes and his little smirk that he really, really liked it.

"If I liked it? Damn girl, you should see yourself playing that thing, you were absolutely incredible... and sexy." he admitted, making you laugh and kiss him after. When you broke the kiss, you hugged him hard, the guilty feeling consuming your big heart once again. "I'm so proud of you, Y/n." he genuinely praised you while caressing your hair and giving you quick, yet sweet kisses on your shoulder. How is it possible for him to make you blush and feel your stomach filled with unquiet butterflies with just a few words and glances you didn't know, but it was definitely possible and real.

"I'm so sorry for not telling you about this and for leaving you wonder the wrong things, I just wanted to surprise you..." you felt your eyes watering, tears wanting desperately to come out at the thought of losing your stupendous and exceptional lover. You surely love drums, but that love isn't even comparable to the one you feel for your Pat.

"Yeah, you should have said something. I have to tell you that I was going crazy. Even when I knew it wasn’t true, I thought the worst, sugar." he sadly spoke, letting his accumulated emotions to finally come out. "But now that I saw the show you gave me... it was totally worth it." he smiled, relaxing you instantly: and that is his innate gift, making you feel safe and calm by just one look or smile.

"You know that I love you so, so much, and that I would never leave you, don't you Patrick?" you said in a loving tone, staring deeply into his beautiful eyes while caressing his left cheek with your thumb.

"Hmm I don't know, maybe you have to prove me that again." he joked, both you laughing and kissing, not getting tired of your playful and romantic side. "You know that I love you too, baby." he gladly confessed.

Now you know: next time, he will learn to play instruments with you as well, and who knows... maybe one day you two will have your own music band.

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[buckybabybaby]

Not So Bad

A/n: this is my one shot for @firefly-in-darkness's summer challenge. It's a couple of days late, I'm so sorry!! I wrote most of this in one go on Friday, which is the most I've written in months, so hopefully I can keep that up.

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 1998

Warnings: none :)

Plot: stuck on a beach awaiting pick-up after a mission, you and Bucky have an interesting conversation. (Enemies to friends (to implied maybe lovers later))

Masterlist

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The steady lapping of the waves washing up onto the sand below is the only sound breaking the silence between you and Bucky. Seated at opposite ends of the last bench on the promenade, you are seriously considering typing up your notice the minute you get back home and walking away from The Avengers if this is the way you're going to be treated. Not only have you had to spend the last two weeks acting all lovey-dovey with Bucky for the sake of a mission, but now it's over you're stuck on a beach with him as you wait for a pick up. Because, apparently, a domestic flight back home would be too risky.

A light flickering in the distance catches your attention, and you raise your head to watch as the illuminations strung along the closest pier are extinguished one by one, until only the hazard warning at the very end remains lit, plunging the beach further into darkness.

“That'll be midnight then.”

It shouldn't, but Bucky's voice coming from beside you for the first time in hours makes you jump. Sitting up straighter, you attempt to hide your shock as you ask, “What will be?”

“The lights. The pier closes at midnight. I guess it's just you and me now.”

Looking away, you roll your eyes; this mission hasn't been easy for you, and you've had to hold yourself back from repeating that action many times during the last fortnight. Normally working with world-saving heroes is the dream job, but normally you're not sent out undercover with the formal Winter Soldier, forced to act like a honeymooning couple to infiltrate a people smuggling ring operating out of an exclusive Floridian beach resort. Though it wasn't hard to get people to talk and the mission was a success, you feel little joy in the outcome.

The reason is currently huffing next to you.

“Stop that!”

Bucky looks across at you, raising his eyebrows at your outburst. “Stop what?”

“Breathing so heavily!”

“Oh, you want me to stop breathing?”

“I wouldn't complain.”

“That'll be a first.”

Refusing to rise to the bait, you turn back to staring out to sea. How you survived pretending to be married to this man for fourteen long days, you may never know. Maybe you were an actor in another life, because every time you're alone with him it usually leads to petty squabbling, but you somehow managed to fool multiple people into believing that he was your 'amazing husband' who you were madly in love with.

To be fair to Bucky, he was very good at pretending too. The little glances and touches that made it convincing, the way he memorised your back story perfectly and never slipped up when questioned, how he succeeded to completely hide his disdain for you the whole time, it was all truly impressive. Even in private he didn't drop the act, on the slim chance of being caught out, leaving you flustered and confused.

Hence why you're sitting as far away as possible on this weather beaten bench.

As soon as the all clear had been given that you could go home, you couldn't get out of there fast enough, desperate to sleep in your own bed alone and not share one with the furnace in human form that is Bucky. Apart from the comment about the pier, he's been completely silent as you waited for the rescue boat to arrive, a jarring contrast to earlier in the day as you checked out of the hotel.

You don't like the way you miss his gentle hold and soft words. A fortnight living together has warped your emotions beyond recognition, and the return to normal life is most welcome.

From somewhere deep in the pile of luggage on the beach your phone buzzes twice, and you jump up to grab it, groaning in frustration at the message it contains.

Bucky senses the cause. “Delayed?”

“Hmm.”

“Cool.”

He says it so casually and it's like you snap. It's been ages since the two of you have been alone without the threat of eavesdroppers, all that pent up tension exploding in a mini rant.

“Well it might be cool for you, but excuse me for being annoyed. Not everyone wants to be stuck on a beach in the middle of the night.”

He shrugs, unaffected. “You kept saying you wanted to go to the beach.”

“Yeah, but not at midnight! And certainly not with you!”

“Wow, ouch.”

The genuine hurt on his face surprises you. He has always given as good as he gets, never seeming fazed by the verbal abuse you throw his way. “What, Bucky? Don't act like we get along. You hate me!”

If anything, the look of hurt deepens at your words. “Hate? I don't hate you.” He rises to stand with you on the sand. “Y/N? Is that what you think?”

You can't keep eye contact. “Why would I think anything else? We can't spend ten minutes together without arguing.”

“It's just friendly bickering.”

“Friendly?” Scoffing loudly, you walk back up to the bench, flopping down in a slouched position and resigning yourself to the wait. “If that's your idea of friendly I worry about your actual friends.”

Bucky's stood frozen where you left him but you pay him no mind. As the clouds clear above and the stars become visible, the temperature starts to drop. Shivering, you curl into a ball on the seat, too lazy to search through your suitcase for warmer clothes.

“Here.”

Blinking, you're met with Bucky's outstretched hand and the offering of his coat.

“What.” You say flatly.

“So you don't freeze,” He explains, shaking the jacket a little in your face.

You snort at his act of chivalry. “Oh, please. It's okay, the shows over. You don't need to pretend any more, we haven't got an audience here.”

He visibly holds his tongue. “Will you just take it? Stop being so stubborn.”

“Well, what about you? Don't you need it?”

“Super soldier, doll. We tend to run hotter.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” You mutter under your breath, not quietly enough.

“Oh, you did? Must have kept you nice and warm huh?”

The smirk you know so well is back and you fight your smile at the familiar tone in his voice.

“More like sleeping with a damn heater. You're lucky I didn't kick you out every night.”

“As if you could.”

“You know I could.”

He nods in agreement, remembering all the times you've beaten him in combat training. “Suppose you could've. But you didn't. That's something.”

Placing the jacket over your shoulder when you sit up, Bucky pulls it round to the front to fasten the top button, allowing you to do the rest yourself as he takes his place back on the bench. You are much closer now as you chose to sit in the middle of the seat, but you stay put as it feels rude to move away when he's been so nice.

The air is once again full of only the sounds of nature. It was true you had wanted to visit the beach during this mission, the long stretches of white sand calling your name from the hotels bedroom window, but you hadn't got the chance as the suspects you were tailing stayed around the bar and pool. As you breathe in the salty air, you decide the pain of the last fortnight was worth it for this moment, even in the middle of the night and without the longed for ice cream.

Glancing over to Bucky's relaxed form, you study his profile. Whilst you've seen it a lot recently, it still shocks you how defined his face is and the way his hair always seems to fall perfectly, no matter the time of day or weather. Even his early morning bed-hair could be classed as a tousled style others would take hours to achieve, and you can't believe you've never noticed how attractive he is. And it's not just his looks, if the way he acted his role is anything to go by. This mission has taught you one thing; who ever Bucky does end up marrying will be the luckiest person in the world.

You think of your previous conversation, still lost. Since your first meeting it's been the same, sharp tongues flinging insults at each other whenever you meet, and the others in the tower have learnt to avoid the two of you when you get going. Does Bucky really think that that's all been in jest?

Eventually, the curiosity gets the better of you. “Do you really not hate me?”

He takes a few seconds to reply, not looking at you as he says quietly, “No, of course not.”

“Okay.” You don't bring up your regular fights as evidence to the contrary, instead asking, “And you actually enjoy my company?”

“Why do you think I volunteered for this?”

“Volun-what?” That really wasn't what you expected when you started on these questions. You stare at him wide-eyed with disbelief, sure you've misunderstood. “I thought we were assigned? I definitely didn't choose to be here.”

“You were assigned. They thought you'd blend in well with the crowds here, they just needed someone to be your husband and... Here we are.”

“Huh.” You blow out a breath, overwhelmed.

“I thought it would be a way to spend time together without the usual spats.”

“That's an extreme way to spend time with someone.”

He sighs. “I know.”

“But why? With me?”

“'Cause you're fun to be with?”

“Are you telling me or asking?”

“Telling. I want to be better, nicer to you, but any time we're together, you get all defensive, and I can't help returning the sentiment.”

“So, it's my fault?”

“That's not-” He cuts himself off, stopping the argument before it can begin. “I'm sorry.”

“No, I'm sorry.” You smile at him for the first time. “You're going to have to give me a while to get used to this. I'm finding it kinda hard to believe you don't actually hate my guts.”

His own smile drops. “I'm so sorry.” Dragging a hand through his hair, he gazes at you intensely. “This is... I honestly had no idea you thought our arguments were serious. I thought-” He swallows, a self conscious grin tugging at his mouth. “Is it awful that I thought we were flirting?”

Your cheeks heat up, but you shake your head to reassure him. Thinking back, you can see why he believed that. There is a fine line between hate and love, and it makes sense now why you sought him out so often, why you gravitated to him even when it would be so easy to avoid contact, and why, if you're being honest with yourself, you didn't despise the last two weeks at all.

“So, where do we go from here?”

“First, we go home.” He gestures to the vessel you hadn't noticed bobbing in the surf, waving at the captain as the speed boat is launched to retrieve you and your belongings. “And then? Whatever you want.”

“Can we start just being proper friends?”

He reaches for your hand to help you up. “I'd like that.”

Stretching, you follow him across the beach in the gloom. Picking up your holdall and rucksack on the way, you dump them into the bottom of the boat and climb in, sitting close together on the narrow bench. The crew shout at each other over the engines roar once you're both safely on the yacht, but you tune them out, choosing to stay on deck and admire the lights along the coast. Bucky joins you after you tire of his hesitation and tug him down into the seat to you. 

As the boat starts the journey back north he glances at you through the spray of salt water, the small smile you share feels so much bigger, and your letter of resignation couldn't be further from your mind.

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[unsteadygalaxy]

all is soft inside chapter 12

a miragehound multichapter fanfiction

Also posted on Ao3, my username is the same there!

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12. give me a piece of your heart

A quick note: I have the Pathfinder's Quest book and I finished it today (Feb 2nd 2021)! It was mind-blowing and amazing and SO, SO GOOD. Unfortunately, this fic can no longer fit into canon because of what we find out about Bloodhound. Don't worry, I won't be spoiling! I had a story set up for them before I read the lore book, and that's the story I'll be sticking to. Maybe one day I'll write some canon things, but for now, this story is no longer canon-compliant. Part of me is sad to have all the answers, but hey! That's what makes canon-divergent fics so fun :)

Elliott practically flies down the street towards the Legends’ apartment complex, bursting with nervousness and energy as he goes. The torrential downpour of rain doesn’t even manage to dampen his mood; he’s got a heavy-duty umbrella and an upbeat attitude that could make the skies clear up in moments. Bloodhound’s proposition hangs in his head, and he clings to it with an embarrassing neediness. ‘Would you like to visit me in my apartment later this evening?’ they had asked, and he thought his heart would burst out of his chest. He feels like a dumbass for the way he had reacted- god, he was so lame. Falling over his words, making the simplest mistakes… What fourteen year old in the area had reached out and possessed him? Whoever it was, he’d have to have a strong talk with them later.

After arriving back to his apartment above the bar, he’d scrubbed himself clean and very meticulously arranged his hair. He’d eventually chosen a deep purple sweater over a light blue button down, a pair of his nicer dark jeans, a black belt, and sneakers to wear for the evening. He’d hemmed and hawed in front of the mirror for at least twenty minutes, rolling and unrolling his sleeves, second guessing each outfit choice he made until he settled. He had decided to keep the sleeves rolled up, but the easy confidence he usually has in himself has chosen to take a pointed leave of absence.

Elliott really does feel like a teenager obsessing over their first date all over again, but he has to remind himself it’s not a date, it’s just a talk. A nice evening in. A nice evening alone with Bloodhound. His cheeks blaze, and the enormity of his crush on them plummets onto his head all at once. 

Ahh, shit.

He finally lets his thoughts race and wander while thinking about them. For the first time in days, he lets himself linger on his memories of their face, though the quick glimpse he had gotten had not left him with much to remember. Their gorgeous red hair, their piercing green eyes, the striking contours of their face… They are so beautiful, and he would do anything to see their face again.

A giddy smile crosses his face when he thinks of all the times they’ve touched him on the arm or on the shoulder, or held his hands so softly. They had exuded kindness and compassion in those moments, the genuineness of which Elliott has not truly felt in a while. Bloodhound’s quiet vulnerability in the bar the other night had struck him as both odd and humbling; their increasing trust in him is something he definitely doesn’t want to take for granted. 

The complex comes into view and Elliott’s heart starts to pound harder in his chest. It takes a great deal of effort to not run all the way to their door… until he realizes he doesn’t know which floor is theirs, much less which door.

Bzzt! His phone vibrates in his back pocket, and he jumps a little before retrieving it. A message from an unknown number is emblazoned across the lock screen:

Second floor, number 14.

-BH

Excitement and happiness surges through his veins, and he immediately saves their contact information. God, is he really that pumped about having their number? A big stupid smile stretches across his face, and he wants to smack himself. Chill, Elliott, chill. You’ve gotta get ahold of yourself before you get up there. He takes a deep breath and sends a quick reply to Bloodhound as he continues down the sidewalk, valiantly avoiding the puddles. 

Nearly there! How’d you get my number?

A reply flashes through faster than he thought it would.

Renee owed me a favor. I hope it is all right that I asked her.

Oh, yeah, that’s fine! No problem :)

He has to physically restrain himself from adding a little heart; Renee or Octavio or Makoa were used to his nonsense, but he figures Bloodhound would only find it strange for him to be adding those things to his texts right off the bat. He’s busy smiling off into space when his phone vibrates again.

I am looking forward to seeing you.

Elliott’s heart practically explodes in his chest, and he steps right into a puddle.

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Bloodhound can’t stay still.

Ever since those traitorous words had fallen from their mouth, they’d been on red alert, their brain and body a hopeless torrent of conflicting emotions that hadn’t quite settled. They think it’s fitting that it is raining; it seems the Allfather is showing his sympathies in the smallest of ways. The rain patters against the windows in a steady rhythm, and under any other circumstance it would have been very calming. They would have shed the mask and goggles and snuggled into the couch with a book and a cup of tea, but tonight, that isn’t an option. Instead, they’re wandering aimlessly around their apartment- cleaning corners that don’t really need to be cleaned, tending to Artur, and sipping at a glass of water every time they walk by the kitchen.

They’d hopped into the shower immediately after arriving home and cleaned every inch of their skin with an annoying attention to detail. Their anxiety had mounted in their chest until they had had to sit on the cold tiles of the shower with their head between their legs. Everything is going to be fine, they’d repeated to themself over and over again. Elliott would never hurt you.

The thought is ironic because of the stubborn headache at the base of their skull- Boone’s pain medicine had done little to abate the throbbing in their neck. As they think back on their day, they feel a surge of pride for Elliott. It seems that he is finally allowing himself to succeed, instead of limiting himself like he had before. He had truly surprised them today. Where they had once seen hesitation and worry, it had been replaced with deadly precision and focus, and Bloodhound would not change the outcome of the match even if they could. Elliott had been a wonderful sight to behold.

The frantic fear is nearly gone, but it lingers just enough to make them a little self-conscious. Opting not to wear their Games attire, they’ve picked a thick turtleneck, fitted cargo pants, woolen socks, and a slimmer pair of gloves that will hide their hands but not hinder any movement. The mask is laid on the table, ready to be put on at a moment’s notice. They’re already wearing the helmet, their goggles, and the leather cap. They’ve always hated having to pile wet hair under the hood, but their plans left them no choice. Bloodhound hasn’t cared much about their physical appearance in years, but for some reason, the idea of being alone with Elliott again makes them want to hide away in embarrassment.

An eager knock at the door startles Bloodhound, and they very nearly knock over their glass.

Their heart starts pumping in their chest, and their fingers fumble a little as they clip the respirator to the cap. Immediately, their breathing comes easier, and they scold themself for going so long without it this evening. Bloodhound makes their way to the door and opens it, revealing an absolutely drenched Elliott holding a broken umbrella in one hand and a pair of sopping wet sneakers in the other. 

“Hey! I, uh, definitely stepped in a ton of puddles on the way here. I usually watch where I’m going but these ones were sac- ski- scattered everywhere, so I couldn’t see them at all, and then of course the wind picked up and shredded my umbrella, so I’m totally soaked.” He shrugs helplessly and shakes the bent umbrella off a little, showering Bloodhound’s feet with droplets of water. “Ah, shit. Sorry!”

They shake their head at him and sigh, and a shiver goes through their body as they think about being drenched in this weather. “It is of no consequence, Elliott, I can very easily change socks. Please, come in,” they say, and they lead him into their apartment.

They try not to look at him as he takes in their apartment, suddenly insecure about how simple and bare it looks. The apartment had come furnished, but it is not quite to their tastes. Bloodhound prefers a more homey and warm feel, not the modern, sleek look that is so popular these days. The windows in the living room are quite large. Bloodhound had had a tinted effect added to them immediately- for their anonymity and so the light coming in would not be quite so harsh on their sensitive eyes. The furnishings are a combination of aesthetically pleasing colors and fabrics, all tones of white or grey or brown. A couple of plush blankets are draped over the back of the couch, and minimalistic frames are hung on the walls, great white voids containing typeface quotes and old cliches. The fireplace is an inordinate monolith of dark stone, and if Bloodhound had thought of it, they would have started a fire to make it seem less dull and boring. The thought occurs to them that they should have made this place more welcoming, but they are not vain enough to care in the long run. After all, will Elliott even want to return after he receives the answers to his questions? Bloodhound thinks not.

“Wow,” Elliott remarks, leaning his umbrella against the wall by the door. “It’s so clean.” He strips off his socks and rolls up his pants a little so the soggy ends aren’t rubbing around his ankles. The cuffs fit tightly around his very sculpted calves, and Bloodhound blushes before looking away pointedly.

“This space is not to my tastes,” they reply, watching him walk around. “My real home is much more notalegt- cozy- and warm. Not cold and unfeeling like this place is.” 

“Your real home?” he asks, glancing at them. “You don’t live in the Legends complexes full time?”

“I stay in the buildings during the on season, but during the off season, I retreat to a modest cabin in the woods,” they explain, and they realize they’ve made their first confession of the night. That... wasn’t so bad. “There are bookshelves from floor to ceiling, a large fireplace, plenty of furs to keep warm, and a view that would take your breath away. I quite enjoy it.” 

“That sounds amazing,” he grins. That smile… Bloodhound has to take a deep breath.

“Maybe I will show you one day,” they say, surprising themself with how easily they offer. “It is a beautiful place, and I think you would like it.” 

“Really?” he asks, surprised. “You’d, uh… you’d let me go with you?”

“Perhaps,” they murmur, and their heart starts to beat hard in their chest again. They notice he’s still carrying his wet shoes and socks, and they move to take them from him. “Here. Let me start a fire. Your shoes and socks will be dry in no time.” 

“Oh, thank you!” he replies cheerily, and the smile he gives them makes their heart skip a beat. They take the soggy items from him, cringing a bit at the questionable texture, and set them on the mantle for a moment. Overly aware of how closely he’s watching them, they kneel down, turn the gas knob, and light the fire quickly. In moments, a rosy glow emanates from the fireplace and Bloodhound pulls the screens over to eliminate any chance of Elliott’s things going up in flames. They reach up and place the shoes and socks on a small rack in front of the fire, and then they stand and retreat to their room for a moment.

Before long, they return to the living room wearing a fresh pair of socks and carrying a pair for Elliott. “Here,” they say, holding them out to him. “So your feet are not cold. It can be drafty in here when it rains.”

A pink tinge comes to his cheeks, and he accepts them hesitantly. “You’re way too nice,” he grumbles quietly as he sinks down onto the couch. He puts them on and then pushes his floppy wet hair out of his face. “Hey, can I borrow your hair dryer?” he asks, giving them a questioning glance.

“I… do not own one,” they reply, face burning. “Mine gave out a few weeks ago and I have not yet had time to buy another.”

To their surprise, he grins widely and looks away, suddenly very focused on the fire. “That’s all right,” he says, and his voice is curiously flustered. “I can just sit in front of the fireplace for a bit. You’re about to see the fluffiest hair the Outlands has to offer.” He laughs and rolls his eyes, raking his hands through his messy mop. 

The thought of Elliott with an untamed mess of curly hair makes them smile like a lovesick teenager, and they’re so, so glad they’re still wearing the mask. “So your hair is not perfect all the time?” they tease, sitting down on the couch next to him. They leave a respectable distance between them, but the distance is smaller than it would have been two or three weeks ago. “Ah, so he does have a flaw. Artur, can you believe it?”

They look to Artur’s perch where the bird has been sleeping peacefully throughout all of this. The bird shakes his beak and gives a soft caw before shuffling along his branch, completely ignoring Bloodhound. They shake their head at him. Unhelpful creature, they think affectionately.

Elliott scoffs and says, “Psh, no! I’m absolutely fal- flo- fu- perfect. My hair just has a life of its own sometimes.” He flips his hair to the opposite side and gives Bloodhound a ridiculously goofy expression. It takes everything in them to not burst out laughing, and they would have given him a deadpan expression if they could.

“Like your aim with an R-99, then,” they reply, keeping their voice as even as possible.

His mouth drops open, but he’s smiling. “Wh-What? Was that a joke? Did you actually just tell a joke?” A huge, incredulous laugh escapes his throat and he grabs his chest, and Bloodhound almost loses it. “That’s a little unfair though, considering how I absolutely lasered you today.”

It’s Bloodhound’s turn to laugh, and their face hurts from how much they’ve smiled lately. “You are correct, Elliott,” they admit, holding their hands up in a placating gesture. “I was very impressed with your skill this morning. Your precision and focus made you a formidable opponent, and I was honored to fight with you.”

Instead of the cocky, arrogant response they have come to expect from him, Elliott actually blushes. It is a welcome change; his cheeks turn a lovely shade of red and he looks away, biting his lip. “Thanks,” he says simply, and his voice is… bashful? 

Bloodhound does not quite know what to make of that.

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His face burns fiercely and he can’t meet their eyes. He loves getting praise from his fans and from his friends, but getting praised by Bloodhound somehow means so much more. Maybe it’s because they’re so skilled, or maybe it’s because he respects them the most out of any other Legend, but such high compliments coming from them renders him a little speechless. 

“Hey, I know this is dumb since we’re paid to kill each other, but, um… Sorry about today,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Taking an entire clip of ammo to the head always gives you a nasty headache.”

Bloodhound huffs quietly, and Elliott takes that to be a soft laugh. “Do not worry, vinur minn. I am perfectly fine. It was simply the Allfather’s will for me to lose today, and I am not offended.”

Elliott lets out a small chuckle, relieved. “Well, that’s good to know. I was worried I might have broken your mask.”

They tap their mask firmly, and it makes a solid thunk sound. “You see? Perfectly fine,” they reply, and Elliott can hear the smile in their voice. “It is quite solid and substantial. Unlike much of your humor.”

Elliott stares at them open mouthed. “I’m wounded, Bloodhound, truly!” he rebutts, scandalized. He flops back against the couch dramatically, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead. Bloodhound, making multiple jokes in one night? The world must be ending, he thinks, and he doesn’t even care that the jokes are coming at his expense.

Bloodhound laughs, and God, he’s missed that sound. The gentle lilt, the soft breathiness of their voice… Elliott blushes even as he giggles, and he treasures the noise they’re making. 

“I have been known to be humorous now and again,” they say, still chuckling. 

Elliott can only smile and shake his head in wonder as the two of them laugh, and soon, he’s wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “Wow. Okay, out of all the things I expected tonight it definitely wasn’t that.”

“And what have you expected for this evening, Elliott?” Bloodhound cocks their head and leans back into the couch, folding their arms.

A thrill of joy runs its course throughout his body when they say his name, and he finds it strange. Bloodhound has surely said his name hundreds of times, but this feels different. Elliott is sure he’s overthinking it, but the way they had said it feels like they were humming a song. 

His entire body glows with warmth. “You promised me answers,” he says carefully as the giddiness starts to drain away. “You don’t have to go into specifics but… still, you promised answers.”

Bloodhound is silent for a moment, and their hands fidget lightly in their lap. Then they nod. “Yes. I do owe you answers, so please, ask whatever you would like.” Their voice is guarded and serious, and the shift in attitude is sobering. 

Elliott notices how discomfort begins to creep into their posture, and so he resolves to not push them any further than they are willing to be pushed. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, the air hissing between his teeth as he leans back and begins to think. “Okay, um… Well, I was worried about your mask breaking because I don’t know how it works or how it helps. Can I ask why you need it?”

The question only makes Bloodhound’s body language tighten up more. They are silent for several long moments, seeming to ponder and consider his question. Was that too much right out of the gate? he thinks frantically, and he’s about to redact his question when they let out a big breath and begin to speak.

“When I was a child, I was… in an accident,” they say, but something about their admission feels shallow, as if they have more to tell. “No. I made a grave mistake.”

Elliott takes a deep breath and readjusts himself on the couch. He can tell this story will be a long one, and he intends to listen to every word.

“In my culture, young warriors must endure a rite of passage that shows our strength and our transition into adulthood,” Bloodhound explains. “My test was to slátra a prowler beast. I was afraid, but... I knew the Allfather would guide me.” They pause for a moment, and Elliott hangs on to their every word. “I followed its tracks to an abandoned IMC facility deep in the woods, but what I found there was far more hryllilegur. Horrible,” they add when Elliott raises an eyebrow. 

“A jötunn had made its home there. It is a terrifying beast, all horns and teeth and claws. It is as large as some of the buildings in Slum Lakes, if you can recall. I began to run away, but I found a prototype Charge Rifle and shot the beast. I thought it was dead. I collected its horn to present to my uncle, but he was... disappointed in me.” They sigh deeply as dread begins to pool in Elliott’s stomach. “I had rejected the sacred laws of the Hunt by using a gun in order to defeat this beast. Artur was steadfast, immovable in his convictions, and no matter how hard I tried to convince him of my victory, he would not validate it.

“I left in anger. I was a child, only fourteen years old, but if the other village elders knew what I had done, they would have exiled me. I was... so ashamed.” Bloodhound swallows, and it sounds like it takes a lot of effort. “I retreated to the forest to be alone, as I often did, and… the jötunn was there. It was not dead, as I had hoped. It sought revenge.

“I tried my best to fight it off. My uncle was alerted to my cries, and came to help, along with many other villagers. They fought, and…” Their voice tightens, and Elliott’s heart breaks. “Many died. Including my uncle.”

Their voice has become achingly vulnerable and soft the longer they’ve spoken, and Elliott wants nothing more than to reach out and take their hands again. He shifts closer to them on the couch, closing the gap ever so slightly. His eyes stay glued to their mask, and the lenses of their goggles reflect the flickering light of the fireplace. He’s always found the mask to be either intimidating or expressionless, but Bloodhound’s sadness speaks for them, and the mask seems to be considerably more morose than usual. 

“I sought the beast out,” they continue, and Elliott is surprised by how quietly angry and low their voice is. “It had returned to the abandoned facility. The halls had been equipped with coolant lines in case of an explosion or other emergency, and I broke them in order to immobilize the beast. But I breathed too much of it in, and… it dehydrated and froze my skin and lungs, leaving me scarred. Fortunately, I was able to find an oxygen mask just before I succumbed to the cold. Once the beast was frozen, I killed it with my uncle’s axe, fulfilling my test.”

Bloodhound is quiet for some time, and it takes Elliott a moment to realize they’re done talking. He knows he’s staring, and he knows he looks like he’s pitying them, and he fights to find an adequate response. “I’m so sorry, Bloodhound,” he murmurs, and he reaches out to them hesitantly. He takes their hands ever so softly, giving them every opportunity to pull away. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with such horrible things when you were younger. That sounds really tra- tor- traumatizing.” He’s struck by an incredible urge to pull them into his arms and hold them close, and a wave of embarrassment runs through his body as he presses that urge down.

Bloodhound’s hands begin to tremble in his, and he’s alerted to their discomfort immediately. Their breathing comes quicker and shallower even through the mask, and he holds onto them tighter. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, worried.

“I-” Their voice breaks and Elliott’s heart clenches in his chest. “I- I am sorry, Elliott, you do not want to see me like this-” Bloodhound makes an attempt to pull away and stand, but Elliott holds on tight, keeping them right where they are.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes. “It’s okay! It’s all right. I’m not bothered by you being emotional. It’s actually pretty refreshing, honestly. Makes you feel more normal, like the rest of us.”

They laugh weakly, and Elliott sighs in relief. “T-Thank you, vinur minn. I just- I am prone to anxiety attacks, and…” They suck in a huge lungful of air, but they’re still shaking. “That is why I left the other night. When you asked me about Artur, I was overcome and needed to leave as quickly as possible. Please do not take any offense- it was not your fault.”

Elliott’s chest fills with a strange sense of compassion and guilt, and he squeezes their hands comfortingly. “It’s okay, Bloodhound,” he reassures them. “I’m not mad. Just… worried.” The admission makes him feel exposed and overbearing all at once, and he really hopes he’s not making them uncomfortable.

An idea comes to his mind. “Hey,” he says quietly. “Breathe with me.” 

Bloodhound stiffens, and Elliott hopes to God he hasn’t somehow offended them. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and after a moment, he hears Bloodhound inhale greatly as well. He finds himself rubbing his thumbs back and forth across their rough gloves, just like they had done to him a few nights ago. He lets the air calm him and settle his racing heart. He still doesn’t really know what he’s doing, or if he’s even doing this right, but to his delight, Bloodhound’s breathing begins to slow and even out. They gradually stop shaking, and he smiles. 

Elliott opens his eyes. “Better?” he asks, and he gives their hands a quick squeeze. 

They are quiet for a moment. “Nearly,” they murmur, and they pull their hands away. Elliott’s face falls, and rejection begins to rise in him, but they take off their gloves and reach for him once more. He eagerly closes the gap between his shaking fingers and theirs. The place where they make first contact with his skin- a small place near his thumb- tingles pleasantly, and the warmth of their hand settles in his. He inhales sharply, and beams as their fingers curl into his own. 

“Better.” They are so quiet and soft as they speak, and Elliott almost misses what they say. “Your kindness is a blessing to me, kæri vinur. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, trying to find their eyes beyond the lenses of their goggles. Despite his happiness, he finds himself wishing that he could search their face for meaning, for emotion, for clarity. He knows why they need and wear the mask. He knows why he will likely never see their face again. But, damn, does he desperately want to gaze upon them just one more time. He doesn’t know what kæri vinur means, but he can’t help but notice the similarities between it and what they usually call him. 

He doesn’t dare to hope it means anything.

...does he?

“Do you… do you want to talk about it, or…?” he trails, attempting to do what they had done a few nights ago. 

“No, Elliott,” they reply, but their voice is not unkind. Their grip on his hands tightens for a moment, then they loosen, and it sends a thrill down Elliott’s spine. “Your help was more than enough to calm me.”

He adjusts himself on the couch, and his knee brushes against theirs. The only light in the room comes from the quietly crackling fire, and it highlights Bloodhound’s features with a silhouette of warmth. His heart starts to pound in his chest once more, and every sense heightens. Elliott suddenly becomes aware of how intimate and vulnerable this little bubble of space is, and his shoulders tense in anticipation of something he knows will never come. He wants to pull them close. He wants to lace his fingers in theirs. He wants to…

“Can I trust you, Elliott?”

They sound so… exposed. So afraid. His breath catches in his throat for a moment. “O-Of course, Bloodhound. You can trust me with anything,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs across their knuckles reassuringly. He’s surprised by how rough their hands are, and it’s only then that he remembers the silvery spider web scars stretching across their skin. 

“Then… there is something I wish to share with you,” they reply, and their hands begin to tremble in his again. They let go of him, and to his utter shock, their hands go to their helmet, edging towards the many clasps that fasten it to their goggles and respirator.

“W-Wait, hold on,” he stutters, and he reaches for their hands again. “A-Are you- hey, you really don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, I mean- I mean, are you absolutely sure?” He stares at them in confusion and worry, and his stomach is an unintelligible knot of emotion. Elliott searches their mask and their body language, trying desperately to figure out what the hell they’re thinking.

“If I was not sure I would not be doing this,” they chide gently, and they remove their hands from his grip. “Please, just let me do this. Ég er svo- I am so tired of hiding.”

Elliott can’t argue with that. 

“Okay,” he says, still very unsure. His hands fall back into his lap.

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The child inside them shakes and trembles horribly as they raise their hands to their head. Part of them screams and begs for them to stop, and it’s only in this moment that they realize that part is the terrified twenty-five year old that had had their mask shattered in front of all those people so long ago. That crowd had been so cruel, but Elliott could never share their vitriol, their hatred. Bloodhound has seen into the man’s heart more than they ever thought they would, and no trace of cruelty exists inside him.

How long has it been since they willingly showed someone else their face? Five years? Ten? Ajay seeing them had been a complete and total accident- one that they had learned not to mind. Boone had grown up with them, of course, so he does not count. But Elliott… At the beginning of this night, they never would have dreamed of doing what they’re about to do. But Elliott is so kind, so thoughtful and accepting that their heart yearns for him greatly, and they can ignore that fact no longer.

Their fingers fumble with the straps of their helmet, but something drives them forward. It drives them to be vulnerable- to be open and take a risk. Elliott has seen their face already, so why are they so nervous? He has seen the scars they bear- why are they trembling like the young one they used to be? They do not know, but they hope that the price of them being so vulnerable is a price he’s willing to pay. 

There is no turning back now, they think. 

With trembling hands, they remove the helmet, cap, goggles, and finally, the mask. 

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euphoric - song yuqi

a/n: i am big gay for her she’s so pretty wow. she’s also a sweetie pie we stan. this is my first time writing for any girl group stuff so… tell me if it’s good 👉👈

contains: lesbian sex, dom/sub themes (they switch a bit), bondage, lowkey a size kink

warnings: fem! reader. also i’m big tall so reader is big tall lol deal w it.

rating: R

word count: 1.4k

there was always this… weird tension between you and yuqi. of course, it wasn’t bad. she was always sweet and kind to you and you were always friendly with each other. every now and again though, she’d do something that made you feel things that you probably shouldn’t for a friend. you only hoped you could make her feel the same.

being best friends with soyeon did have its benefits. you basically had a free pass to hanging out with all of her friends, including yuqi. they all seemed to like you, so you stopped being ‘soyeon’s friend’ and became ‘y/nnie’ pretty quickly.

the girls decided to play a game of truth or dare, and of course, the lovely soyeon, who knew about your… complicated feelings regarding yuqi, took advantage.

when it was her turn to assign you a dare, she saw her chance, and she did not dare miss, “make out with anyone here in the hallway closet for ten minutes.”

now look, you could obviously just pick soojin and tell her that soyeon was just being a dick. soojin will probably understand and you could just wait out the clock until you’re released, but something inside you told you to do… something else.

“yuqi?” your voice was faint, but she heard it all the same, “w-would… you be okay with it?”

she blushes, but ultimately nods softly, and stands up to wobble over to you. she takes your hand and you lead her to the small closet. it’s even smaller than you thought when you step inside, but you manage to fit into the closet somewhat easily with yuqi. she’s quite smaller than you, so her head has to rest on your shoulder in order for you to both be somewhat comfortable.

“w-we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, soyeon was just—” you try to reassure her, but you feel something that makes you shut the hell up. yuqi’s pressing feather light kisses to your neck, and they make you giggle from the ticklish feelings. she keeps at it for a while and you think maybe that’s all that’s going to happen tonight until—

you let out a moan as she raises her leg up to create some friction against your heat, and you feel, rather than see, her smirk, “on the contrary, i think we could do something.”

she pulls at the edge of your hoodie, and you get the hint to pull it off, exposing your bare skin to her, “braless, hm?”

“oh you’re the worst,” you mumble, but she laughs. the ten minutes are up, seen by the knocking at the door. you rush to put your hoodie back on, but you’re both a bit disheveled and you both decide to abandon hanging out with the others. soyeon gives you a wink, but you just ignore her.

you pull yuqi upstairs and immediately you lean down to cup her cheeks and take in her taste like you were starved of it for months. and on some level, you had been. you’d been so focused on trying to keep yourself together around her that you never thought of how high you’d feel once you finally gave in. you pull back to murmur to her quickly, “jump.”

she does as you ask, wrapping her legs around your waist as you support her by holding onto her ass. she feels incredible to finally hold and kiss, so much so that you never want to let her leave your arms.

“please please i need more,” she mumbles, and you can feel the power dynamic changing from earlier. you smile at her, giving her exactly what she wants.

“whatever my baby wants.” you whisper in her ear, and she trembles slightly. you rest her on the bed before sliding a hand past her sweats, just faintly touching her over her panties. she whines loudly, obviously upset at the teasing.

“please y/n i can’t handle it—”

“yes you can, darling,” you say, but stop. she opens her eyes to look at you confused, “should we establish safewords?”

she blushes at the thought of ever going so far as to need one, but nods, “diamond. mine’s diamond.”

you think for a second, absentmindedly rubbing your hand against her, finally giving her the friction she needed, “mine can be… pineapple.”

she nods in acknowledgment, but she’s too lost in how your hand feels against her to really give it any thought.

she starts getting louder and louder and, though it’s hard to understand what she’s trying to say, you get the gist of what she wants. you slow down your movements and eventually you stop completely, as she pushes herself up to meet you in a kiss. she flips you over so she’s on top, straddling you at the waist. she looks so small and adorable above you, and you can’t help but giggle. she looks around, and for a second you think to question what she’s looking for, but then she mumbles, “stay still.”

she gets up to rummage through the drawer. you remember that this is soojin’s house, it’s not that weird for yuqi to know where she kept things.

you’re lost in your thoughts when you feel her weight holding you down again. she holds up a leather belt and asks, “is this okay?”

you nod. she pulls off your hoodie for the second time and you move your hands so she’ll have an easier time binding them. she ties them quite loosely, but it’s more for effect than actually restraining you, so it doesn’t really matter. she starts by kissing your lips feverishly, moving down your neck, taking her sweet time at your collarbone, and she finally reaches your breasts. she sucks on one of your nipples while playing with the other one between her fingers. she’s only sucking and licking around, moving back up your chest, before experimentally taking a bite at your collarbone. you strain out a moan, and scramble to say, “if you plan to continue doing that, i hope you know this won’t be the last time we fuck.”

she giggles mischievously to herself, “good thing i want to keep doing this with you, forever and ever.”

she continues her combination of licking, sucking, and biting, and at this point you’re struggling to breath. all the pain from when she bites a bit too hard feels euphoric, but there’s a special kind of ecstasy she’s yet to give you yet, “what do you want me to do, y/nnie?”

“y-yuqi, i need your fingers, or… or your mouth. please just whatever you’re willing to give me.”

“hmm, do you deserve it?” she asks, cutely pressing her index finger against her cheek.

you nod desperately, and apparently, in all the pleasure you were lost in, she pulled down your shorts, because immediately you felt a small lick against your folds that makes you flinch, “someone’s excited.” she murmurs, the vibrations and the feeling of her breath so close to you felt… amazing. it all felt so amazing.

“please stop teasing me,” you say, and she blows against your clit, making you jump, “h-holy shit!”

“i’ll tease you if i want to, my cutie. doesn’t it feel amazing? i’m so much smaller than you and you could probably get out of those restraints and overpower me if you wanted to, but you won’t, right?” you nod, “right, so be a good girl and stay still.”

you do your best to stay still, but your best is not very good. thankfully she seems to be in a forgiving mood because in a few minutes your moans get louder and your hands find her hair and move her head just how you need. you start to see stars as you’re pushed over the edge soon enough and she helps you ride out your orgasm before sitting up between your legs. she still has a innocent smile on her face despite what you both just did.

you move your hands down and she starts to undo the belt. you sigh from the pleasure still sparking through you, “here, give me a minute, i’ll take care of you too.”

she shakes her head, “save it for another time. there’s some water on the nightstand. do you need anything?”

“no,”

“then i’ll get going,” she says, and as much as you want to reach out for her to stay with you, you don’t, and she doesn’t, “this was fun, y/nnie.”

and then she’s gone.

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Whiskey and Roses

Pairings: Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: “ Whiskey Pecan Pie was so sweet!! Could you make a second part where they go on a date and confess?:)” - Anon 

Warnings: Brief mention of drug use

Word Count: 2154

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The business Tommy had called a meeting for hadn’t been nearly as important as the way Finn had made it seem. Damn him, pulling Arthur away from you, his only refuge from the darkness that seemed to consume his life. But whatever, he’d be going back to see you tomorrow anyways. 

Everyone had been mulling around the Shelby Company Ltd. after the meeting, Tommy not having given directions for anything but rather just filled everyone in on his newest diabolical plan. Arthur retired back to his office, away from the average blokes who filled the room, wasting their money on rigged races in the main room. 

He set the tart that had remained untouched so far on the wood of his desk and looked down at it, the warm feeling that his younger brother had stolen from him slowly returning at the thought of you. 

“You like her don’t you?” Finn’s voice asked from the doorway, a boyish knowing smile on his face while he leaned against the frame of the door. 

Arthur looked up from his pie and straightened his jacket out, trying to bluff his feelings away, “I don’t know what you mean. Like who?” 

Finn pushed himself off the wooden frame and walked into the room, “The girl from the bakery. The one who made you that.” He pointed to the tart, “What even is it?” 

Arthur sighed, knowing that he’d been caught. Around Tommy or John, perhaps he would have tried to conceal his feelings but Finn had this innocence and desire to be trusted by his older brothers that made him a perfect confidant for little schoolyard things like crushes. “I think she said it was a whiskey pecan pie? Or tart? I don’t fucking know.” 

“Well, is it any good?” Finn was doing a terrible job of hiding the fact that he wanted to try it as well because it did look undeniably delicious. 

Arthur shrugged, “Haven’t tried it yet.” He picked it up and broke a piece off the end before handing the plate over to his youngest brother for him to try. Neither of them needed to comment on the taste. It was amazing. It was salty but sweet and there was just the right amount of whiskey. The crust was buttery and flaky. It was one of the best desserts either Shelby boy had ever had. 

“Wow-” Finn said eventually, “You should marry this girl.” He added with a laugh. 

The thought of marrying you made his heart warm, “Yeah, maybe I should.” 

“Who are we marrying now?” Tommy asked, walking into Arthur’s office like he owned the place. Well… he kinda did. 

“The girl who works at the bakery that Arthur’s in love with.” Finn ratted him out and Arthur sent him a look of annoyance. 

Tommy stopped and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket, gesturing to Arthur with them, “You fuck her yet?” 

Arthur rolled his eyes, “That’s not all all girls are good for, Tommy.” 

The other two Shelbys looked at Arthur in surprise. That wasn’t a phrase they ever expected to hear from… well, any of them except for maybe Finn. “Is she a nice girl?” Tommy questioned. 

Arthur nodded, lovestruck “Pro’lly the nicest one I ever met.” 

“Then don’t marry her.” 

Finn’s face scrunched up, “What? Why?” 

“You know how we live, what our lives are like. It’s no place for a nice girl.” Almost seamlessly, Tommy threw down a file onto Arthur’s desk, “These are some of our records from the books. I need you to sign them and make sure they’re all in order before I have Lizzy file them.” Without another word, Tommy left the room, leaving Arthur and Finn in there. 

There was a heavy silence as the weight of what Tommy said hung over the room, “Maybe he’s right. I shouldn’t bring her into all this.” Arthur allowed his emotions to be silenced by his younger brother’s interjections once again. 

Finn shook his head, “No, Arthur. Tommy always gets what he wants, whether it’s a lay or a wife. Why shouldn’t you get to be happy too?” 

Arthur had never figured himself to be one for picking favorite siblings but he was pretty sure that if he did, Finn would be pretty high up on the list right now. “You’re right. I’m gonna ask her out on a date tonight.” 

**

Later that evening, Arthur stood just around the corner from the bakery, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other. He felt ridiculous. His hair was actually slicked back for once, something he never really put too much thought into since it almost always got messed up in fights anyways. Two pink roses tied together with twine were twirling in his hands, flowers that he actually paid for instead of demanding them or picking them from someone’s garden without asking. 

“You can do this.” He muttered to himself under his breath, finally working up the courage to take the next step or two towards the door before stopping himself. No, you can’t! You probably look like a fucking idiot! The self-depricating part of his mind screamed at him and he backstepped. “Dammit!” He groaned as he warred with himself. This shouldn’t be this hard. 

Little did he know, you were just leaving the bakery to head home for the evening. You walked out the front door, locking it behind you and sliding the key into your coat pocket before turning down the street to walk home. Arthur stood there - was he talking to himself? “Arthur Shelby, is that you?” You asked, surprised to see him over here this late. 

Arthur looked up at you like a deer in headlights. Shit, you probably saw him talking to himself. “Oh, erm, hello there Y/N.” He greeted awkwardly, trying to pretend like he totally wasn’t arguing with himself a moment ago. 

You walked up to him, the faint click of your heels carrying you to stand before him, “What’re you doing over here?” You asked curiously. 

Arthur ripped his hat from his head as quickly as he could without slicing his hands and rang the material with his fingers, “Um, well, I- um, I actually came over here to see you and tell you that I think you’re really kind and beautiful and wanted to see if you maybe wanted to grab a drink with me tonight?” How did you possess the power to turn this commanding man into a babbling mess of word soup?! 

Your face turned red and your eyes widened in surprise at the proposition, “Oh-” 

“Oh! And these are for you!” Arthur suddenly remembered, holding out the two little pale pink roses to you. 

You carefully took the roses from him, noticing that he actually took the time to pick off all the thorns so you wouldn’t prick yourself on them. Nobody had ever made a gesture like this for you. “They’re beautiful. Thank you. And I’d love to get drinks with you tonight. Can I just run home and change? I probably look and smell like a mess.” You chuckled, suddenly self-conscious about the flour that had managed to stick to your shirt despite the apron’s best effort to protect your clothes. 

“I think you look great.” Arthur looked at you as if you held all the stars in your eyes. Sure, a few little tendrils of hair had fallen from your updo from the day’s work and there were a few faint little streaks of white flour on your blue blouse but you smelled of sugar and fruit after the long hours of work. He didn’t mind the tiny imperfections one bit. If anything, he thought they only made you look more perfect. They were a reminder that you weren’t some celestial hallucination from doing too much cocaine or alcohol but that you were real and tangible and beautiful. 

“So where are we going off to drink then?” You initiated, taking a few steps forward until Arthur fell into stride beside you. 

“I was thinking the Garrison, if that’s alright with you.” He scolded himself right when the words left his lips. Why hadn’t it occurred to him that a nice lady, as Tommy put it, probably wouldn’t want to be somewhere like the Garrison. It wasn’t exactly known as a high class establishment… or an establishment where anyone of any sort of class went. Fights amongst drunkards weren’t uncommon there and that was when-

“Sounds good to me.” You chirped next to him. Arthur looked down to see you smiling shyly, not a hint of apprehension about the location he’d picked on your face. 

Arthur stammered, “You know the Garrison?” Did you even know what you were agreeing to? 

You nodded, “Yeah, I mean, I’ve never been in but I walk past it on my way to and from the bakery every day.” 

“Oh- oh, okay, then.”

How the hell had he managed to do nothing but screw up so far and still have you smiling by his side? Were you just being kind or were you blissfully unaware? 

The walk was short and filled with small talk that had flowed surprisingly well, just as all your conversations had since you met. When the pair of you walked through the doors of the pub, a lot of people chose not to regard Arthur’s presence until they saw the fact that he actually looked like he did his hair and bothered to take off his hat and hold the door open for you. And did he brush his mustache?! One sharp look from the eldest Shelby, though, sent all the curious, snickering eyes away. 

“What would you like?” He asked when you walked past the bar, his gruff voice sweet and soft. 

You thought for a moment, “Can I have a pint please?” 

“‘Nd I’ll have the usual.” Arthur told the bartender before leading you to a small booth in the back of the house, far enough away where the scent of whiskey and piss wasn’t reeking off the drunks. 

“I must say, I had you pegged for more of a gin drinker.” Arthur commented and you shrugged.

“It’s nice sometimes but I guess I felt more like a beer right now. And what about you? ‘The usual?’” You echoed, “Come here often?” You already knew the answer. Like you said, you came past here every night. You were more than aware of the fact that the Shelbys owned it.

Arthur froze up, “Oh, well, um- we…” 

“I’m only teasing, Arthur. I know you guys practically run this place.” You slid into the booth against the wall and Arthur took the seat across the table. 

“You do?” This was it. The moment the entire illusion he’d tried to create about him being a good man was about to come crashing around him. You’d call him a liar and a no good dirty scoundrel or so much worse. 

But none of that happened. Instead, you only nodded, “Mhm.” The bartender dropped your drinks off and you sipped the beer, noticing from over the brim of the glass the panic in Arthur’s eyes, “I do live here in Small Heath, Arthur. I know who you are. I know what you guys do.” Your voice wasn’t judgemental though, more matter-of-fact. Like you couldn’t believe he actually thought you were oblivious to the fact that he was one of the leaders of the Peaky Blinders. 

“And-and you still came out with me tonight?” He was in shock, not only that you knew who he was but that he’d been caught in his lie. But he wasn’t really lying about who he was, was he? 

“Of course, I did. I’ve known who you are since long before you ever came into the bakery. But you’ve always been so kind to me. And I can’t really deny my feelings for you.” You sipped your beer again before setting it down and leaning on the table. 

Arthur was trying to calculate what in the actual fuck was going on. You knew the truth and you didn’t hate him? “Haven’t you heard any stories?” 

“I’ve heard some.” You responded matter-of-factly, “But, in all honesty, gossip about a Shelby brother is always hard to come by with people fearing for their wellbeing and all.” 

“And you still want to be with me?” Arthur eyed you, unsure if you were crazy or naive. 

You leaned forward onto your elbows, hands almost touching his again, “Against all logic telling me that this probably isn’t a good idea, I can’t deny my feelings for you. Maybe it’s dumb, but I trust you. And until you prove to me otherwise, I’d like to keep it that way.” 

“I know I’m not a perfect man. Probably far from even a decent one. But you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and you make me want to be a better man.” Arthur paused, “‘M sorry. I’ve never been good with words.” 

You shook your head and grasped his hands gently, “I think you’re already better than you think you are.” 

#Arthur Shelby #arthur shelby oneshot #arthur shelby imagine #arthur shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

In Your Letter (Viv x Reader)

edit: omg I totally forgot to dedicate this to @defkisshalen​ when I put this in the queue. I hope this is enough “vivian for the soul” for you girl ;D

Prompt: It’s 1983, you’re part of Def Leppard’s road crew on the Pyromania Tour, and you get a letter from your pen pal one day- a pen pal whose identity you keep a secret from everyone else. They all insist you have a huge crush on whoever this mysterious gentleman is, but you know they’re wrong.

Or, are they...?

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July 21st, 1983. Victoria, British Columbia, Canada

Checking for the post turned out to be a joyous decision, and you knew right away it would probably be the best decision you'd make all day. As you shuffled through the pile of mail in the back hallway of the venue, you couldn't hide the giddy smile that appeared once you saw the envelope that was addressed to you. Just like that, the day was off to a great start. 

It was made out to a "Ms. Y/n L/n" like always. The gentleman-like flattery never failed to touch your heart, and it never failed to signify who had sent the piece of mail your way.

Concealing the envelope under your arm and throwing the other mail on a table for everyone else, you scurried off to a different room for some privacy. This wasn't exactly something you wanted to keep a secret from your surrounding crowd, but you thought it was for the best that you did. You were teased enough already by the crew and the band about your pen pal, and you could only imagine how much worse it would get once they actually knew who you had been writing to (and how often he was writing you back).

You shut the door and quickly threw yourself into a chair, kicking your legs out of excitement as you tore open the envelope. After you extracted the letter, you didn't hesitate another second before unfolding it and slowing down your impulse to carefully read the familiar handwriting.

"Hi, Y/N! I hope this got to you at the right place- since you said this Victoria address would be the one to send to around this time. Either way, it won't be a problem. You know we always make things work somehow. Now normally in this space I'd be answering questions from your last letter, or writing about all the exciting things I've been up to with the band, but I'd rather tell you in person. Yes, you heard me! Surprise! I'll be in Victoria on the 20th and 21st for some promotional reasons, and I'd love to catch up with you when you get there (as long as you're not too busy with Leppard things)! My tour starts on the 23rd, so this will be the only opportunity to meet up for a while. I wrote the number of the hotel I'll be staying at below, so give me a call when you get this, okay? If I don't hear from you by 1pm on the 21st then I'll give your venue a ring just in case you didn't get this letter. We'll sort out details over the phone. Can't wait to talk!! 

See you soon (hopefully)! Xx

-V.C.

P.S, Hope you like the candy I sent! Something sweet for the sweetest person I know : )"

There was an arrow pointing to a small wrapped candy he'd taped to the paper, and an unwanted blush washed over you. Despite the bashfulness, you felt yourself bouncing in your seat.

You glanced up at the time to check that wasn't 1 o'clock yet. Luckily, it was only 12:14.

"Still got time," you whispered aloud, just before hearing a muffled cough from somewhere in the room.

You turned around in a snap, squinting, and eventually spotting Phil, Steve, and Malvin hiding behind the coat racks in the room.

"Guys!" you whined as you tried to conceal the contents of the letter, "How long have you been there for?"

"Long before you came in," Malvin stood still, despite knowing you were aware of his presence. Steve poked his head out, "You looked so excited that we didn't wanna ask why-" Phil came all the way out, smirking evilly, "But now we can see..." "You didn't see anything!" you scolded them, but paused and went on in a hushed tone to continue, "Did you...?" "Not a thing," Malvin answered in a truthful tone. It was easier to believe him more than the other two. "But this has to be another letter from your mysterious boyfriend, am I right?" Phil teased. "You make it so obvious!" Steve walked out from hiding with Malvin, "What's the bloke sayin' now?" "For your information, he is not my boyfriend." Phil rolled his eyes sarcastically, "Alright, maybe he's not your boyfriend, but you've gotta admit you have been crushing on him pretty hard the past few months..." "I've gotta agree with them," Malvin chimed in, "You do make it quite obvious." "Says you!" you objected, your voice going higher than you wanted it to, "Can't you just leave us alone? Besides, he also plays guitar- maybe even better than you. Both of you." "Oh yeah?" Phil drew back to feign offense, "Maybe we should meet this bloke and have it out for your hand- being as you've got a thing for guitarists, anyhow." You scoffed and gathered everything up to head back out, "Yeah, you wish I did!" There wasn't any time to waste bickering with them; you now had an important phone call to make, and an important reunion to arrange and follow through with before the show that night. "'Boyfriend'," your mind scoffed at them, "What do they know?"

*** Despite the casual air you and your faraway friend always had, you felt an invisible pressure to be sufficiently presentable for him. It was a special occasion, regardless of what the others thought, so with limited time and resources, you ended up slipping into the Leppards' dressing room and snagging some makeup for your own use. You agreed to meet up for dinner with your pen pal (as you still had things to do prior to the show), and you snuck out of the venue at five without being seen or stopped by anyone. Before you knew it, you were approaching the restaurant that was agreed to host the rendezvous. Somewhere in the back of your mind, part of you felt like you were headed to a date. "Ugh, that's Phil and Steve's fault. All that 'Is he your boyfriend?' and 'You've been crushing on him' bullshit." You had long convinced yourself into thinking the guitarists were wrong about the second half of that. You had been writing back and forth to this friend for the better part of 6 months, and during the run of those 6 months, your heart never failed to flutter whenever you interacted with each other. To you, that didn't mean you were "crushing" on him (as Phil had so bluntly put it); you were just excited! When your hand touched the door of the restaurant, you felt your heart accelerate, and your mind was suddenly flooded with all the reasons why you couldn't wait to see him again. You had every reason to be as thrilled as you were. After all, he was an interesting guy, you never got tired while talking to him, he had such a sweet way with words and a guitar, and even just thinking of his accent and eyes made your heart melt- You froze, realizing you were getting too caught up in yourself. You pushed open the door and stood in the entrance, glancing around the establishment to see if he'd arrived yet. The sound of Since You're Gone patted against your eardrums as you looked around the warm, chestnut interior of the restaurant. The instant you found him was sure to make your heart soar with joy, but as luck would have it, he found you first. "Y/N! Over here!" an Irish brogue caressed the words that were called out to you. When your eyes found him, you felt yourself lift off the ground at the happy sight. There he was, sitting in a booth, quickly getting up to greet you. There he was, the curly-haired, bright-eyed Dio guitarist himself. There he was, your dearest Vivian Campbell. You embraced and cheerfully greeted each other before you could get to the table. He kissed your cheek, and you stood on your toes when you hugged him back, feeling as if you somehow found a home away from home. "How did you manage to get this set up on such short notice?" you asked, amazed at how everything fell into place. "Carefulness and luck?" he chuckled before pulling back and eyeing up your whole appearance, "Wow... you look wonderful, Y/N. I swear you've gotten taller, too- cos' I could've sworn I had more height on you last time we met..." "Oh really? And I could've sworn you were less Irish when we last met!" you teased him back. He put his arm around you, leading you back to the table, "I guess when you travel so much, you wanna get back in touch with your roots a bit." "Oh, don't you change a bit," you warned as you took a seat across from him, "You're the only thing that keeps me sane, you know. The entertainment industry can be a little too entertaining at times." "Oh, I know what you mean," Viv started to pour water into the two empty glasses on the table, "We're on different sides of the same coin; the performers and the road crew." "It's nice to sit down and do something simple that's not related to the tour for once, you know? Just so there's a reminder that our typical lives still exist outside of all that." He pushed one glass of water towards you, softly smiling, "Couldn't have said it better myself." "Well then," you raised your glass towards him to make a small toast, "To sanity." He raised his own glass to add on, "And to a conversation that's not on paper for once." *** The sunset had completely taken over the sky once you and Viv were finished with dinner. Both knowing that you had to leave for the Leppard show soon, you took a short walk up to the quiet rooftop terrace of the restaurant to continue your conversation. Sitting next to each other on a bench and overlooking the city in the evening glow, an imminent 'parting of ways' sensation was in the air. You nearly felt like a modern-day Cinderella; the clock nearing the fated time where you had to scurry off from the ball and leave your prince. "Prince?" you nagged yourself, "God, there I go again! Those Leppard boys are getting too much into my head. Talk about having evil stepsisters..." It seemed all there was left for you and your Irish 'prince' to do was reflect on whatever was to come next in your lives. With the tour getting kicked up a notch for you, and his just beginning, it was impossible to know exactly what directions both of you were headed in. Given that, not knowing when you'd see each other again should've been the main topic at this point in the evening, but neither of you wanted to bring it up. It seemed like a future problem, not a problem for the present, so all things on that matter were quieted. "So, do you think this tour is gonna keep Def Leppard on the rise?" Viv asked you, breaking the silence at one point, "I hear they're getting bigger and bigger, and as far I'm concerned, they deserve it." "Oh you have no idea- things seem to get crazier every night, I swear! The word 'rise' is putting it delicately. 'Domination' is more like it. I just hope it doesn't go to their heads..." "You've got enough messes to clean up already, I get it. You're like the mum of the whole band." You let your eyes float upwards to the clouds as you got more lost in the thought, "Why does everyone always say that to me...?" "I'm just speculating-" Viv put up his hands, laughing guiltily, "I've never heard anyone say that before..." "I suppose that is one way to put it... those guys can be a handful, but sometimes I exaggerate too much about them." "You tend to talk about them a lot too, I've noticed." "Well- then I suppose I am their mum. They're well-behaved compared to some other musicians. But they're still crazy in their own ways, let me tell you," you chuckled and added, "I can only imagine that you'd fit into their mix pretty well." Viv laughed with his arms around his stomach. The sound of him, the look of his handsome and toothy smile, plus the surrounding golden pink glow of the sunset stirred up your emotions in a strange way. Maybe it was happiness, maybe it was appreciation, or maybe it was nostalgia for something you knew you were going to miss. "Are you calling me crazy?" he scoffed at you, his laughter persisting, "I thought tonight was supposed to keep us sane?" "Am I wrong, though?" "No, no, you're not wrong," he straightened up, "Guess I've got more in common with those guys than I know." "You're so different in your own way, but you'd be surprised at how much you remind me of them. Maybe all young rockers are just- alike." He brushed his hair back when you glanced at him, and that's when the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye. You let your eyes focus on it, and before you knew it, you were staring, and your heart was softening even more. Now that you noticed the small detail, you had no idea how you didn't notice it sooner. "What?" Viv asked, oblivious and looking around for what you were fixed on. You blinked as you were broken from the trance, but still continued to stare at him, "I just- I noticed you were wearing the bracelet I made you..." He held up his wrist so you'd have a clear view of it, "Oh yeah, I wear it all the time! Wanted to be sure I was wearing it when I saw you tonight, though." Again, you fought against the rising flush that wanted to be visible on you. "Shit, why is that making me blush? He's just being a good friend." "I'll admit, I'm touched and surprised that you remembered," you looked back out at the sunset over the city. Viv shrugged, turning to look at the sunset respectively, "'Course I did. We're always so far apart, so it's nice to have a little part of you with me sometimes. Can't exactly carry your letters with me onstage if I want to." The flush couldn't be held back now. Viv's flattery was too much for your heart, and too much to not grin at. "But don't people talk?" you purposely teased him the way your crew did to you. "Talk about what?" "Well-" you tried to accurately express the emotions you felt towards the Terror Twins, "For example: the people I work with call you my 'boyfriend' simply because I write to you. Don't people wonder why you suddenly started wearing that bracelet and disappearing to meet with a woman you call your 'pen pal'?" "Now that you mention it," he rubbed his chin, "I'm surprised no one does... guess people don't care enough to tease. Or maybe I got lucky?" You scoffed and shook your head, "Lucky? Absolutely. I had to keep it a secret that I was coming here just to enjoy myself!" "That's awful that they won't leave you alone," he frowned. "Don't worry," you looked over at him and made a swatting motion with your hand, "It's easy enough to get back at them. All you gotta do is eat their lunch and blame it on someone else." "Is that so?" "It's either that, or let a mouse loose in the showers. Works every time." You both cracked up with laughter, each resting back against the bench then hunching over. "This is why I like meeting up with you- you're such great company!" Viv put his hands flat on the bench, shrugging his shoulders up to his ears. "You could say that again," you mimicked the posture, keeping a smile on your face, "It's nice to see the face of a rock star that I don't work with, and one that doesn't need me to throw away his dirty tissues." Viv looked up at the clouds and snickered, "I could give you some of mine if that's what you want." "Don't you start, mister," you threatened him, breaking up into soft giggles again. You paused, and let yourself sigh to him, "God, I'm gonna miss you. After tonight, I mean. I know we'll keep writing and all, but it sucks that we can't see each other that often." His hand found yours, casually patting and resting on top of it, "Oh, I know. But tours, right? What can you do about 'em?" You smiled down at your joined hands, slowly moving yours from underneath Viv's, adjusting the position so you were now holding his instead. "You just gotta go with it and hope there's days that they cross paths." From the corner of your eye, you saw him look at you with a gentle grin, then turn away. He gently gave your hand a squeeze, and you hoped to god he couldn't feel your heartbeat through your fingers, as he would've noticed it was speeding up. Silence fell between both of you for a moment. The only things you could hear were the sounds of the street below, and the breeze around you. Your thumb moved back and forth on his skin as you let your sight fall back down to the way you were holding hands. He slowly looked back down, too, not letting his sight trail away to anything else. When the pause was broken, Viv's voice was softer than it'd been. "Y/n, can I..." "Mmhm?" "Can I be honest with you?" Your voice went gentler as you suddenly felt a new sensation in the air, "Of course." His eyes slowly drifted upwards until he was looking at you, "I think I wanna kiss you..." There was no use hiding the coy smile when it took over. You instinctively looked down for a second to break the eye contact. "...can I?" he sweetly asked when you looked back up at him, his eyes looking reminiscent of a polite puppy, "Is that okay...?" You carefully lifted your eyes back up to meet his again. You nodded and whispered, "Okay." When you granted the permission, you swore you noticed redness on Viv's cheeks. It was good to know that you weren't the only one being bashful for once. Still keeping the hold on your hand, Viv slowly began to lean in, briefly glancing at your lips before letting his eyes close. You did the same, welcoming the warm lips onto your own. The initial contact was deeper than you'd anticipated, but he prolonged it into a softer, more tender kiss. Although a kiss is all it was, you felt- almost literally- swept off your feet. You gently put your other hand on the side of his face, wanting to absorb whatever feeling of glory was being created. Some of his soft curls brushed up against your hand as they lightly trembled in the breeze. Viv broke the embrace slowly, still trying to fight a shy smile. "He never gave me any indication of being shy before... wow, what did I do to him?" You went back to facing the urban view, but broke the hold on Viv's hand to rest your head on his shoulder instead. "Yeah..." you sighed dreamily, "Can't do that in a letter." He silently chuckled against you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "I could've just written an 'x' on your lips instead..." *** The sunset was nearly over and done with as you took a cab back to the venue. The crowd for the Leppards' show would be almost completely filled in by the time you got back, meaning you'd have work to do. "Cinderella's gotta get back to unfinished work," you concluded to yourself, smiling as you stared at the remaining orange streaks in the sky. You and Viv wanted nothing more than another date to arrange a meetup, but you both knew it'd be impossible for the time being; tours rarely crossed paths. As the cab drove on, you felt your path get further and further away from his. No bother, though. You'd write each other as soon as you could. The paths would cross again someday. While the imprint of his lips still ghosted over your own, you didn't want to think too much into it. After all, you wouldn't see or speak to each other for a while yet; the kiss would probably mean nothing in the near future, because that's just how life unfolds around things like that. But for that same evening, though, it meant almost everything. You just wanted to remember that. You got back to the venue in time before the show, a gentle, goofy smile stuck on your face. Your eyes didn't dare look at anything but your feet as your legs dreamily floated you back to a break room. In the back of your mind, you couldn't help but worry that someone- somehow- had seen what you were up to. You put down your purse and flopped into a chair with a thick exhale. Upon remembering how the incident with the Twins and Malvin went earlier, you looked around, and confirmed to yourself that you were alone. Calmer now, you closed your eyes. You could still picture the light of the golden-pink sunset gently vignetting Vivian's face. "A conversation that's not on paper," you recalled the toast from earlier in a whisper. "And a kiss that wasn't on paper either..." You would've never guessed when you woke up this morning that you'd end up kissing your pen pal in such a romantic way. It was crazy how events unfolded in this backstage life. When all seemed settled, and your personal chapter for the day had ended, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," your head went upright again. The door creaked open, and Malvin came inside. You greeted him tiredly, "Hey." "Where have you been?" he asked as he went to a vending machine, "Can't just disappear like that and not tell me what you're up to..." A shrug was all you could think to reply with. "It was nothing. I went to get dinner." "Really? And with who?" "How do you know if I went with someone?" "The shade of red on your face tells me otherwise." You scoffed at him, "You're making that up." "Maybe I am," he teased you, "Better get up there in the next ten minutes though, everyone's wondering where you've been." "I'll be up there in six." Malvin took his drink and nodded, heading towards the door. He took a sip, but stopped himself before he could get to the room's exit. There came a playful nag from him, "Oh, and I haven't told the others this yet, but you've got some explaining to do!" "I do?" "Yeah," he affirmed, going on in a lower tone of disbelief, "You've been writing to Viv Campbell?!" Your heart leapt up, then proceeded to drop into the pit of your stomach.

Shit.

The end.

------ “Since You’re Gone” by The Cars

#enjoy my first ever viv fic guys #this is WAY longer than Thru the Window and I was NOT expecting it to be #normally all my fics are inspired by a song- but this one wasn't surprisingly. #i just added since you're gone to give the story a lil more flavor #it's a moderate bop and it sounds cute #def leppard #def leppard fanfic #def leppard x reader #Dio #dio fanfic #dio x reader #vivian campbell #vivian campbell x reader #I know I'm like 2 weeks late with this but I lost motivation for a while #but I think it's good that I waited longer #doesn't feel as rushed #i wrote this as a challenge for myself #1- i've never written a viv x reader fic before #2- i wanted to see if I could finish it within a week #i succeeded in both areas #if you wanna get REALLY technical- i stole the title of this from an REO song just like the last fic #but the song In Your Letter is actually REALLY sad but it's also the peppiest and catchiest song I've ever heard #but this fic is NOT based on that song bc like I said #that song is S A D

[lovelybunny08]

A Blissful Moment (Revised)

♡ Pairing- Jimin and you

♡ Genre- Smut and One-Shot

♡Description- You finally convince your friend to go out to a club; on the last weekend your in Korea.

♡ This is my first story in a long time. For personal reasons I am scared of writing but thanks to some people I decided to try it. Please leave comments on what you honestly think. ♡

♡ Word Count- 3,644

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You monotonously check your Instagram one last time before putting your phone back in your clutch. You’re currently in the backseat of an uber with your best friend as you head to one of the hottest clubs in Gangnam. You had spent the last few days begging for her to go until she finally caved. You knew you had her when you argued that this was your last weekend in Korea, and that there was no better way to end the vacation than with several overpriced drinks, average to cringe-worthy dancing, and some extremely attractive strangers. Some of the mystique from the night fades, however, when you and she get out of the car and join the line that runs nearly a block away from the club entrance. This was your one of your last nights in Korean, though, and nothing was going to drag your mood.

“I can’t believe I finally convinced you to go to a club” you announce as you beam at your friend.

“You’re lucky I love you, because there’s no other way I would stand in these heels for this long if I didn’t cause honestly my feet are going to be fuc—” her words are cut off when you abruptly squeeze her into a hug.

“C’mon don’t think so much let’s just have fun” you muffle in response as you shove your cheek against hers and tighten your hold on her shoulders. If you only knew then how utterly dumb your words would sound after the events that would follow.  

After shuffling forward for almost an hour, you finally reach the velvet ropes. You and your friend eagerly flash your passports to the bouncer and pay the hefty entrance fee. As he removes the ropes to allow your passage, you can already feel the bass from the music thrumming through the floor. As you emerge from the long black hallway into the main part of the club, your draw nearly hits the floor from what you see. This place was utterly massive with several bars lining every wall space, a dance floor larger than any you’d ever been on, and a balcony above stretching around the whole joint. You easily identify the balcony as the VIP lounge when you spot the security at the stair entrances on either side of the club. That didn’t stop your eyes from peering through the glass railing to catch anything interesting. Without a soul in sight you figure they must all hang away from the railings for privacy. You shrug and grab your equally amazed friend’s hand and drag her to the nearest bar. You lean across the bar to order (shout is more accurate) two vodka’s in RedBull with two shots of green tea shots. Waiting for your order, you and your friend lean with your backs against the bar, taking in the scenery once more. The DJ is losing his mind on stage at the opposite end of the club as his audience screams every time he twists the track.

“This club is the definition of high-end insanity!” your friend shouts into your ear. You quickly yell back,

“Yea, I know! I read somewhere online that it’s supposed to be one of the best clubs in Gangnam!”

“I can see why! This night club looks like it’s straight out of a movie!” She answers, and you nod your head in agreement. You feel her turn to face the bar before her arm is outstretched, handing you your drink as she begins to chug hers.

“Come on and drink up so we can dance!” She smiles when she comes up for air. With new enthusiasm, you both down your drinks in record time before dragging each other deep into the mass of hot, sweaty bodies. You begin to roll your hips in the tight space as your ears catch onto the familiar tune. You’re surprised to hear reggaeton pulsing through the speakers

Several tracks and quite a few drinks later, you and your friend are still dancing the night away as the alcohol in your veins takes away any inhibitions. A thin sheen of sweat covers you skin, making you shine with a worn out, dewy look matched with a large dopey grin as you scream as the next song begins to play. You begin dancing once more when a tall, burly man in a dark suit approaches from behind your friend. You recognize him as one of the security personnel and begin to wonder what you or your friend could have done wrong when he interrupts your thoughts.

“Excuse me, ladies, but there are a few VIPs who request they meet with you,” he explains.

With a sigh of relief, you playfully roll your eyes at your friend. Of course, she had caught the eye of some rich or famous man. Your friend was naturally stunning. Her slim frame was accentuated perfectly in her black shorts and white halter top tonight. To top it off, her long, sleek black hair draped down her back, effortlessly catching the eyes of several men throughout the night; now including some high-end suitors as well. Meanwhile, your eyes travel down your figure in a simple, green sleeveless dress that stopped mid-thigh. You look back up to meet your friends pleading eyes. You chuckle as you lightly shove her shoulder,

“Go on” you laugh. Her brow furrows slightly in concern.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Heavens, yes! I’ll be perfectly fine dancing here with strangers as we have been all night. Now go and meet whoever, but you have to tell me all the juicy details later!” You exclaim with a wink.

“But—” your friend tries to respond but is cut off by the security guard.

“Actually, they requested both of you.” He corrects.

You stand there dumbfounded, trying to process that there were high-end men up there who for some reason not only wanted your friend but also you. Before you could ponder up various explanations, you feel your friend’s grasp around your wrist as she chirps,

“Great! Lead the way!”

You both follow the security guard closely as to not get lost in the crowd. When you arrive at the bottom of one of the staircases to the balcony, you meet four other guards who quickly step aside for the guard you are following. As you climb the stairs, your eyes glance across the club to the other staircase to see how many guards there were. Damn, who was so important that there were nearly 10 guards blocking the entrances to the VIP lounge? You all eventually arrive at the balcony entrance, blocked by a swing glass half-door. When the guard swings the door open, you and your friend step onto the fine red carpet and continue to follow the guard to the back of the lounge. You stare at your feet as you all amble over because the nervousness in your stomach begins to eat away at you. What did they want? Why you and your friend? Why were there so many guards? Before you walk face-first into the back of the guard, your friend grabs your shoulder. You spare her a thankful glance before turning to take in what, or rather who, sit before you. There is a low-set square table, only a couple feet above the ground, supporting a wide variety of drinks. Surrounding the table on three sides, is a jet-black leather couch, providing a striking contrast against the red carpet. While this screams prestige, you are so distracted by your audience that your brain no longer registers—well, anything else. Not the music. Not at how the guard is no longer there. Not even at your friend whose grip tightens on your shoulder. You suck in a breath as you finally admit to yourself that you’re not dreaming. There before you, sitting casually with their arms draped across the back of the couch, are Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.

You vaguely take in a few other guys and girls sitting on other parts of the couch, but you could care less. To ease yourself in, you scan Jungkook first. He is the embodiment of sin in tight black dress attire and designer leather boots. Your mouth waters at the way the muscles in his thighs pull tightly on his pants. After adjusting to Jungkook, you breathe in sharp breath and comb over every inch of the man that is Park Jimin. His pristine white dress shirt hugs his arms and stretches across his chest and abdomen before it dips underneath the band of his black skinny jeans finished with black leather boots as well. At this point, you are biting on your tongue so hard that you aren’t entirely sure if you would be able to talk due to swelling. Content with staying silent, you continue to stare, well honestly gawk, and the way Jimin’s smooth skin peeks out at the top of his shirt where the buttons were—

“You both are pretty impressive on the floor, dancing well enough to capture the attention of these two pros” says one of the other guys on the couch as he nods his head in Jimin and Jungkook’s direction. Your friend throws a soft smile and a “thanks” before turning to squarely face you. She leans in and whispers in your ear,

“Aren’t those two guys from that group you like?” All you can do is nod your head in affirmation; your eyes not breaking from Jimin’s form once as his scan you from head to toe.

“Hey, why don’t you both come take a break beside us?” Jungkook smirks as he pats the couch between the two of them. You freeze and of course your brain decides to leave you in your most dire moment. To save you from staring blankly, your friend nudges you forward enough to stumble next to where Jimin is seated. You throw a glare at your friend as she snugly takes her place next to Jungkook. She did this on purpose. She knew your bias was Jimin, and although her intentions were pure your thoughts at the moment were anything but.

“Where are you both from?’ Jungkook breaks the silence first.

“ Oh, well I’m from the states, but my family is Hispanic.” Wow, maybe your brain returned enough for you to answer a question.

“Ah,” Jimin’s breath is hot on your ear as he leans in. “and where is your family from?”

You manage to force out a coherent string of words about your ethnicity, but the husky yet sweet smell of Jimin’s cologne left you incapable of focusing.

“That explains why you looked so sexy dancing then…” You suck in a breath as he places his hands on your thighs while admitting this. Wow. Okay. Park Jimin. His hands. His hands on you. This is happening, right now. Okay, This. Is. Happening. Now. You don’t respond to him because this has to be a dream. Nonetheless, it’s a dream you don’t want to end. Jimin inches closer to you and whispers in a low even tone,

“You don’t have to seem so shy. You know who I am. You know exactly who I am don’t you?” Jimin’s hands wander further up your thighs, the coldness of them making you shiver slightly. “I recognize your tattoo. You’re an ARMY.”

Your eyes fly down to your wrist where you had a tattoo of the cover of the Love Yourself album inked onto you as a permanent reminder. You had been a little concerned that he would view fans as off limits, but the whole time Jimin continues to run his hands up and down your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you want to feel him most

“I—” You cleared your throat to prevent squeaking. “I—won’t tell anyone I saw you and Jungkook here, I swear.” Your promise radiates in your eyes as you lock gazes with him. His eyes pull into a smile.

“I trust you…and you haven’t even glanced at your phone the whole time you’ve been here.” Both pairs of eyes stare at the object of conversation. You remember you had placed your phone on the table when you were sitting down. As if on cue (and the universe working against you), your phone buzzes with a notification. That part is fine. It’s just a random email. However, it is behind the notification that turns your face scarlet. Staring back at you and Jimin, lit up in all of its LED glory, is your lockscreen of Park Jimin’s abs. Oh, yes. The universe does indeed want you to hide away forever. Your face falls into your hands, and you don’t even try to explain it. Although, you can’t resist the curiosity of seeing his reaction, so you spread your fingers to peak through them… and you’re met with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen grace his angelic features.

“Aha, I see what type of ARMY you are…” he grips your chin to make you look directly into his eyes. “You’ll do what I say, won’t you dear?” Surprisingly, your motor functions haven’t short-circuited, and you manage to nod your head. “Good. Now be a good girl and sit on my thighs, legs open, facing me” he demands.

He doesn’t need to ask twice as you’re quick to follow orders. As soon as you’ve placed yourself over his lap, you feel his hands cup your jaw as you’re drawn forward into him. The kiss is hard and deep, contrasting with the soft, pillowy feel of his lips. You let out a small groan and an instinctual roll of your hips before you abruptly still on top of him. He is hard, very hard. This lets you know two things: 1) Holy hell you got THE Park Jimin hard? Your ego has never been more inflated, and 2) his size was well above what you have dreamed and that speaks volumes. Feeling more courageous after this discovery, you experimentally roll your hips harder across his erection. When you pull a deep growl from his throat, you know it’s over. He drags you in by your hips and begins kissing you even harder, tongue encircling yours and fighting for dominance. Small moans from both sides only spur you both on further until you’re positive your dripping. As you continue to encourage his wandering hands, he bites on your bottom lip and drags it through his teeth, pulling away to flash a devilish grin.

“You want me little bunny?” Fuck. You’re already soaked and now the nickname? Hell, if agreeing to him makes him put his mouth on you again then you’ve forgotten how to say no. You bite your lip as your hands trace up his chest, your eyes following your motion until they lock with his.

“Yes,” you half moan, half whisper to him. You feel one his hands sprawl across your upper back and suddenly you’re falling forward, chests pressed tightly against each other.

“Then un-zip my pants and ride me,” he deadpans.

“W-What? B-But—people are going to see us Jimin!”

“Shh darling, they won’t. It’s too dark, they’ll just assume you’re giving me a lap dance of sorts.”

Although in your mind you know his logic is flawed, the pull in your lower abdomen is writing his new philosophy across your decisions for the next half hour. You want to say you’re smarter—at least be able to say that you give yourself a few moments to consider.

Nope.

Nada.

Not at all.

You don’t even hesitate. You slide backwards slightly on his thighs, creating just enough space to unzip his pants and pull out his swelling erection. Stifling a moan at the sight, you ready yourself by reaching to move your panties to the side when Jimin’s grip closes around your wrist.

“Take them off and give them to me.”

You look at his expression to see if it’s a joke, but his eyes are void of humor and filled with lust. You quickly, and without shame you must add, stand up to slide off the lavender lace panties and curl the soaked material into Jimin’s outstretched palm. He immediately pockets them and drags you by your hips to resume where you both were headed previously. His fingers dig harshly into your hips as he guides your wet center down onto his dick. You both let out quiet moans at the indescribable sensation.

His size stretches you out so well, leaving a pleasurable sting as he bottoms out. You both sit there completely still giving each other time to adjust to the feeling and you the sheer size of him. Seeing your face relax, he mutters, “move” and begins to pull at your hips. You’re dying for relief, so you set a fast pace sliding up and down his length. You bite your lip in order to hold back the salacious noises you want to be screaming right now, but there are too many eyes that might suspect more than a lap dance if you do. To make up for this deficit, you pick up the pace and roll your hips even more, small beads of sweat beginning to form on your hairline and roll down your neck. Your thighs burn from the vigorous motion, and he catches the way you begin to falter. Without missing a beat, his hands dig into your flesh and guide you up only to slam you back down onto him. The pace combined with the sudden force is bringing you closer to your release.

“Please, Jimin I-I’m so close,” you whisper heavily.

“Good. Now, relax my little bunny and cum on my dick. Let go—”

“Agh! Jimin!”

You can’t help but cry out his name when those sweet words fall breathily from his lips and push you over the edge. In response to your outburst, you feel a heavy hand land on your ass, and you let out a small yelp. Your eyes flick to Jimin’s which tell you that the slap is a silent warning to stay quiet. As you continue to ride your high, Jimin gives a few hard thrusts and releases inside of you. You roll your hips lazily a few more times to help him before the oversensitivity becomes too much. You weakly slide yourself off of him and turn to collapse down next to him on the couch, your legs still dangling across his thighs. As he tucks himself back into his pants, your eyes lazily scan your surroundings. To your surprise, everyone is still preoccupied with their own business, not a single eye cast in you and Jimin’s direction. The wetness in between your thighs is growing sticky and uncomfortable, so you decide to go clean yourself before it dries completely.

“I think I’m going to head to the restroom and clean myself.”

“Yea, the bathroom is on the left down that hallway in the back.”

           You flash him a nod in confirmation and rise to your feet, pulling your dress down as you do so. Jimin sends you a wink as you walk away and leans towards the table to fix himself a drink. Once you finish cleaning yourself, you stare dead at your reflection in the mirror. This is the first time tonight your mind is catching up with your actions. You can’t believe it. You just fucked Park Jimin. THE Park Jimin. In public no less! You’re equally stunned and amazed with yourself as you head out of the bathroom and back down the hallway. Once you return to the opening of the lounge, your friend is leaning on the wall waiting for you.

“Hey, y/n. I’m glad I gave you time to uh, finish up, but I’m really really exhausted, and these heels are digging into my soul now.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go say goodbye and then we can go back to the hotel.”

           As you stroll back to the couch, Jimin and Jungkook rise to their feet to give their farewells. You and Jungkook exchange a laugh as you say that you’re happy to meet him. Then your friend leans in close to wish her best to Jungkook, and you roll your eyes and turn to Jimin. When you spin towards him, his face is mere inches from yours again. He leans in even closer as he slides something into your palm.

“I thought you might want to keep my number for the next time you’re in Korea, by the way thank you for the present.”

With a wink and small peck on the cheek, he sends you off. You and your friend quickly descend back to the floor of the club and make a beeline for the exit, eager to get to the hotel and flop into bed. After climbing into the back of a taxi, your mind wanders off about the fluffly sheets you would soon get to pass out on. Your friend, however, has different intentions for the ride back.

“So, uh- that was one hell of a lap dance you were giving Mr. Park, huh?”

Your head whips to her side of the car as you witness the most brilliant know-it-all grin she could muster plastered across her face.

“W-wha- h-how, b-but I-we were so care—”

“Please, y/n, Jungkook and I were on the other side of the couch, not the universe.” You stare dumbly in complete disbelief and utter embarrassment. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You had a good night, and an even greater time in Korean now, right?”

Your face slowly morphs into a large grin. “Yeah, and I can’t wait to come back for more…memories?”

“Also what present was he talking about” your friend asked.

That when you realize that son of a bitch had your panties still. You turned to your friend

“Maybe he meant the lap dance” you told her with a smile.

You both fall apart into giggles at your weak attempt to disguise your favorite part about Korea. With a few more laughs and excessive eye rolls, the taxi continues to drive into the night, closing the most ~memorable~ vacation you’ve ever had.

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