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An Ethical Consideration.

Pairing: IVE’s Yujin x Male Reader

Word Count: 9,124

A/N: The last fic of 2024. Been wanting to write some office-related stuff right now and glad I had the time to do so. Hope y'all like this quick piece of mine and cheers onto the next year ahead! <33

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The weight on her shoulders is the sum of her choices, and it bears the burden of being intact and to be precise eloquently. She’s often mistaken as a model due to her undeniably stunning pulchritude from head to toe as well as her clever mind that's just the cherry on top, and you can’t deny that, but the thing is, she’s a power lesser than you since you’re the more omnipotent one.

Your ego refuses to let her crumble down your defenses whenever you fall for her natural charms and whatnot, yet again, you can’t deny that. Mainly, it doesn’t help with the nature you have with her, always used to assert dominance.

Despite all of these egotistic approaches and hypocritical advances, you still treat her as a human because you’re not that cruel of a person, and even so, letting her be the first one to know what you have in plan for today.

“Schedules, again, Yujin.”

“All over? Today? To—”

“Yes.” You look at her, fixing your necktie with a stern stare that possibly intimidates her. “And yes.”

Standing a little awkwardly beside you, Yujin mutters each of your endeavors, an occupation that seems to strangle the concept of time.

“At 1 P.M., you’ll have a meeting with Mr. Kim and his colleagues, and that will take an hour and a half, presumably. Then, at 3 P.M., you’ll be in a—”

“Wait, wait, Yujin.” She gulps nervously with your words, possibly a little nuanced from what’s her usual demeanor until you chuckled a laugh.

“You are really something else, Yujin.”

She composes herself with her eye contact with yours, and you replied with a mutual action as your reassuring tone possibly relieves her. “W-What do you mean, sir?”

“Come on, I’m just playing with you—you don’t need to repeat it all but you’re just…” You look at her, from her doe eyes to her black heels, and then paint that smile you know that she always loves to see. “A different breed, I guess.”

Yujin smiles, knowing this is all a test and completely reassured. She continues assessing the paperwork lying on the desk and you watch her amusedly, clearly admiring her determination and this little interaction etches a note down your brain.

These are one of her struggles being your secretary, and it’s often making her question her every move nowadays since your mood is often played inside a Russian roulette. Yet on your side, it’s clear that you like to see the subtle anxiety in her eyes and your little, silly fantasies that possibly annoys her.

“Also, one thing, Yujin.” She looks at you, eyes full of anticipation.

“Yes, sir?”

“You can drop the paperworks.” You gesture it with your hands, a smile vibrant towards her even though it’s evidently simple, and she can’t help but feel relieved with your words. “Treat yourself a little, alright?” 

A simple token of gratitude is what made her smile that gleefully. At long last, she won’t be worrying most times, beating herself into that stress that’s always inevitable whenever she’s in your vicinity but it doesn't eliminate the fact that she’s still incredibly doubtful.

“I don’t understand, sir.”

“I mean it, Yujin.” You draw yourself closer but not too much, then stare at those brown orbs of hers to make her feel the sincerity of your words. “Don’t worry for me, for now. Make yourself comfortable, okay?”

She nods and is clearly being reassured with your words. She thanks you for the little token of gratitude, bows at you and walks swiftly immediately, not before stopping on her tracks with her name coming out of your lips, her eyes intrigued. “By the way, come to my office later at 5 P.M., I’ll show you something and don’t worry, you won’t be in any trouble.”

Well, that doesn’t help her at all but your reassuring tone was the indicator, to say the least.

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You’re just hoping she gets to use her time in the best ways possible, for every second should be worth her time, and you’re just waiting patiently for her and what’s bound to possibly happen.

Frequently checking your watch, you patiently wait for her as the rook takes your queen, near with your king and that’s another checkmate. You’re killing time playing chess online, and knowing you’ll still have some time to spare allows you to decide on this.

“Wow, he’s good.” You murmured as your focus is entirely invested onto what could be your next move as a knock on the door could be audibly heard.

“Come on in.” It’s enough to hear it, and there the figure goes into the room. There’s a high chance that Yujin’s the one that’s going to knock on the door at this given time, three minutes after the clock strikes five and damn right it is.

“Oh sir, I’m incredibly sorry—”

You snap and she shuts herself, eyes wide and a gulp evident. “Don’t apologize, Yujin—take a seat instead.”

Once she hurried to take a seat, you fixed your collar, and composed yourself to possibly intimidate her. Here it starts, and your choice of words reflects the outcomes that may happen.

“You really do surprise me sometimes, Yujin.” Your voice is so close to being unreadable that even Yujin takes a hard time to decipher it. She’s matching your disposition, and clearly anticipating more. “You’re still into those things that we used to do?”

Fuck. Something clicked in her, and she instantly knew the sole reason for her appearance here.

She still denies it, knowing there’s no evidence of the assumption but you know she’s back to her clandestine roots. “S-sir, I can assure you that I’m over whatever you’re possibly thinking.”

“Oh please, Yujin, stop with the lies—”

Knowing how retaliation with words and the defensive approach could absolutely result in anything going against her way, she would opt for an option that could possibly bear the best of outcomes. “Then what is it, sir? What’s this assumption all about?”

She’s slowly raising her tone, failing to cover up her permeating defensiveness as you gestured to calm her down, and let yourself be heard as she’s in clear of any trouble. 

“Yujin, me personally—I’m just saying that I was genuinely baffled that you’re still into that.” Your words work like a charm, getting more loosened up as the soothing atmosphere really eliminates the fact that about denial and lies. “If it’s the others, you could’ve landed onto something hard on the surface but not for me.”

Her gaze fixated towards you with your last words, a smirl curling up your lips as you can see the comfort within her. Yet, there’s still a question lingering in her mind that she can’t contain any longer. 

She gave up knowing it’s not worth it to put a nail on a coffin, yet rather, open it up. “How’d you know, sir?”

She's still anxious and it’s completely normal even with the possibly platonic relationship you’ve built with her because at the end of the day, you’re the one in control, a higher hierarchy. “Well, it’s quite simple, actually?”

There’s probably glint in her eyes, running up the possible reasons of a secret unshackled as her career is probably flashing before her eyes, knowing how your sugar coating is absolutely deceiving at most times. “How s-simple, sir?”

She’s stuttering but that didn’t stop you, and it’s cruel to know how bittersweet these events can get but you need to address it, and add a possible way to bring something back to life.

You push the seat away from you as you stand up, now going towards her and breaking that suspense that’s lingering right from the start when she steps foot onto your office. “Wonyoung reported me about your naughty desires when all eyes aren’t watching you, clearly moaning my name and still fantasizing about me, hm?”

Oh, the sabotage. You know how it can possibly hurt her to hear those words come out of your mouth, but that’s the truth and right when Yujin is coming to defend her actions, you pull up a trick on your sleeve that could easily dismantle her attempts to dismiss the truth.

The recording plays, loud and clear, her voice calling you lustfully and god, it’s breaking her, piece by piece.

“Wha—”

“It’s hard, Yujin—I know, but at least keep it within yourself probably, you know?” Now, you’re just hitting her critically, opposing the reassurance you enlightened her with earlier. She’s looking down, defeated and apologetic and you’re sympathetic with her vulnerable state. “Oh please, look at me, Yujin.”

You inch closer towards her, tilt her chin up, looking at you endearingly with a plea loud in each second she stares at you, as you continue. “Enjoy your break, Yujin. We’ll talk later for more. I’m clearly disappointed.”

You give her way towards the door as she stands up quickly, on the verge of tears, sniffling with a loud thud of steps. As she’s about to reach for the door handle, your voice interrupts her, feeling like a deja vu from earlier. “Clearly disappointed to know I wasn’t there to aid you.”

Those words struck hee like lightning, piercing through her like a sword as it hit too well, letting her feel rivaled and frozen. You walk towards her, a smile curling up your lips as she turns around with a quizzical expression. “What do you mean, sir?”

“You know what that means, Yujin.” Your hands are quick to pull her dangerously close toward you, making her yelp with your actions and she’s clearly processing what’s currently happening yet jovial knowing this could end up something elevated that what she was expecting.

You’re now facing her, nose a mere inch away as you whisper. “Now let me show you what you really need.”

God, it’s a sight to behold. You immediately pull her and latch your lips with hers, exchanging torrid pecks that define the hunger and deprivation between the both of you.

You’ve been in your cage for so long and for the longest time possible, you missed these moments with Yujin and you can’t let that opportunity slide. You tug onto the hem of her blazer as you admire her outfit, and teased with how it’s clearly against the dress code. “Feeling really stylish, as always.”

“Hope you liked it, sir.”

“I really do, Yujin.” Then, you continued with the sloppy exchanges, clearly savoring each second you latch onto hers as her plum lipstick accentuates her given scrumptious taste, letting you yearn for more and she reciprocates so swiftly.

It was a quick descent and possibly all according to plan, but you can’t deny the fact that a possible friendship can be ruined between such close friends, but for now, all these things are set aside as your focus is entirely averted towards Yujin.

One, two—fuck, she’s a great kisser.

And so are you, possibly.

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These events really took a wild turn, and not even two minutes of such a lustful exchange, comes the comfortability of both parties, even descending down to the madness of lust, and the first victim that falls onto that is Yujin, clearly vocal about how she missed getting that taste of your succulent shaft.

“You really want to suck my cock, huh?” She can’t help herself with the thoughts in her, absolutely telling her to give in to her carnal desires and she does so.

Yujin just falls onto her knees, a loud thud audible as she can’t help herself but just be drunk with the thought of slobbering all over your length. “Please, sir—I need your cock—to taste it.”

“Wrong name, Yujin.” You tug her ponytail, earning a yelp from her as bites her lips, subtly liking the way you’re rough on her.

“Sorry, daddy—I just can’t help it…” And so, you gave her mercy, even with just the precious seconds left to spare.

You smirk, looking down and eventually seeing the lust behind those adorable, doe-like eyes that resembles how she’s undeniably ruinable whenever she pulls up this look.

“Oh, Yujin…” You lift her head up with a finger on her chin, chuckling as your sinister plans are starting to choreograph the possible actions you can do to ruin your secretary on your professional grounds as this can be considered somewhat ethical at your own words. “I’m going to make you choke all over my dick so bad that the only thing you’ll remember on the whole day we’re here is the taste of it, and mark my fucking words.”

Fuck. Yujin mutters and gulps, because your tone permeates sincerity and there’s no way on god’s green earth you’ll never fulfill those promises, not when Yujin is kneeling down so submissive and entirely begging to be sullied.

“That’s what I want to hear, daddy.”

The falling consonants escaping her lips ignites something within you, and you’re throbbing just hearing her voice being sultry, aching to be freed. You are unable to take it anymore, and Yujin knows how much you need to be relieved even if it gets so risky. “Do the honors, my Yujin, now.”

You’re really demanding, and she fulfills it within a heartbeat.

Yujin unbuckles and frees every bit of clothing that deprives her with the view of insatiability, hungry and yearning to get herself a hold of her desired prize. She’s swift and deft with it, hands skating through the confines like it’s nothing and that’s what you like about her—the lingering confidence that no one else can match, and she’s bold and audacious with a care towards you only. As selfish as that sounds, why would it matter when it’s Ahn Yujin that’s in front of you and possibly, worshiping you.

The last bit of defense, your boxers, and it’s going to be deemed useless as her hands tug on it and give you that submissive look. “Promise me that you’ll be rough for me, daddy.”

There are two reasons why is this extremely rhetorical: first, with a girl oozing with hotness and a body built to be ruined, how can you not think of something so ludicrous and utterly aiming to ruin her living life out of her; and second, preferably last, she always wants to be pounded and controlled to oblivion, putting in her place, just like the usual pursuits that sparks the risk.

“Always, Yujin—now get that lips on my cock now—want to feel it.” Again, it’s commanding and she likes it a lot.

The encapsulation of her lips around your purplish crown meets the inevitability of moans coming from your lips, her hot, wet flesh being too euphoric to handle. You can bear with the gratification, of course, but the way that she’s applying the pressure whenever her cheeks hollow and the plumpness her lips provide would like to have a word. It feels like your cock is made for her to suck, and she proves it with every second she spends her precious time with, a slobbering mess all over your length. She was quick to be messy, spit already seeping out of her mouth as she held your thighs for a support with her rapidly increasing pace. 

“Jesus, Yujin—this hungry for my dick? Really this bad—fuck!” The question was quick for her to be registered yet she chooses to ignore it, occupied with the devotion of giving the utmost pleasure and fulfilling her needs of tasting you.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?” You tugged her hair, a statement to consider as she pulls away from your saliva-sheathed shaft and catches her breath.

“Yes, daddy—I want y—mmh!” All you need to hear is a single yes to conclude the satisfaction within you and the want in her. She’s quickly muted with your sudden impalement, making her hands grab onto your thighs as she eagerly bobbed her head to prove that she can match your roughness. You grit your teeth, looking down at the sight of a lifetime, groaning with Yujin’s actions as her eyes gaze at yours through the reflection of her glasses, scanning your expressions to tell if you’re loving this or not.

Why would that be a question within her when you’re already moaning with her suction wringing the best bits of pleasure possible? Guess people have their own ways of assurance and Yujin’s ways are something you’d always commend—she always loves to ensure things even if it’s already confirmed to be certain.

When your tip hits the back of her throat, nose flushed onto your lower abdomen and her glasses slightly pressed, that’s when you uttered the hottest moans imaginable, feeling her oral assaults are a battery to invigorated the lust within you.

“God—fuck—how are you always feeling so good, Yujin?” You hands caress her ponytail as she ensues her pace, rightfully sullied then pulling out to state the rhetorical within you.

“Maybe because I’m a sucker for daddy’s cock, that’s why.” The choices of words were simple, yet hot and it’s the way that she delivers it too. Yujin flashed a smile before indulging onto your length again, stroking your base as her hunger speaks loud and clear, actions rapid and pleasurable.

The scene alone inside your office is something like in the pornogrpahic videos that tells the tale of fiction and what’s on the camera yet this is real, as the insatiability between the both of you drew towards this madness. Knowing that you keep your promises and wanting to make things elevated, you flashed a sinister smile before tapping Yujin’s cheeks poking with your length, and then she pulled out yet again, whimpering with the sudden depravity.

“What now, daddy?”

“I’m going to make a mess outta you, starting with this tight throat.” Your words are laced with lust and the venom that stings her to bite onto your commands, and eagerly anticipates what you’ll do next. You take a hold of your wet length and direct it inside her tightness yet again, groaning with how warm and pleasurable it is before grabbing her head with both hands and thrusting with an already moderate pace. 

She wants it rough, right? Then you’ll give it to her, even if it takes to break you as long as you get to ruin her innocence and that existing class within her.

She gags when it hits too deep, yet she doesn't stop you, taming her reflex as you invite you with more, digging her hands onto your hips and urging to take what her limits can. She’s fighting you, closing her shut and tight as she takes you was the notion that she’s already reaching her limitations, yet this is not what you trained her for and she knows it.

Without further to do, you let yourself be the one to expand her horizons of the inevitable domination all over her, and this time, you’ll be berserk.

“Open your fucking mouth, Yujin.” You let her jaw be slacked, up for the taking as you relentlessly pound her tight throat, fulfilling your needs and deeply disheveling and leaving her sullied once she leaves the office doors. You pinch her nose, playing with the risky game between asphyxiation and god, she’s struggling and constantly gagging onto your rapid length.

“You always love my cock balls deep into your slutty throat, don’t you?” The mocking gets into her, nodding frantically as your words spill the truth, nothing even close on being a lie.

Yujin’s cheeks flushed red, struggling for oxygen as you let go, letting her breathe through her nose and with a pocket of relief, she took your whole cock with an invigorated stance, standing her ground and not letting herself break. You tug onto her ponytail, surprisingly still bonded even with your relentless pace and ruthless actions and it’s just a great element for leverage, elevating the ruined look she emanates all for your eyes to see, and the glasses she’s constantly wearing is just the cherry on top. She digs her fingers onto your thighs, spit seeping out of the crevices of her mouth and your cock, coating the vicinity of skin around your length.

She wanted this anyway, and you’re just warming everything up.

Her ruined countenance is a sight to be etched within your deepest lobes in your brain, for it’s something stupendous and incredibly monumental. She ruins her own clothing and gags repeatedly, yet it doesn’t matter because as long as you’re molding her throat with the shape of your cock, then you’d say you’re in a triumphant run of domination over Yujin. “Take it all for me, Yujin—god, t-this fucking throat is way too good.”

You can vouch and it’s incredibly factual. You’d want to just warm up your shaft for the magnitudinal display of pleasure that’ll happen later (and it’s going up her tight cunt) yet her throat and her lips would like to speak up, or maybe even adding up to the mess you’re making right now.

Pick a side, and you can’t, but you have to decide yet the pleasure coursing down within you is putting you in a position of indecisiveness.

You continue the ruthless assault against her mouth, chanting her name while you do what you’re best at and your sincere praises towards her is just the cherry on top. Usually, she would be writhing her arms with subsequent gags resonating all over the room but it's surprisingly and genuinely impressive how she takes you better now, yet not the perfected craft you sought her to be and you wouldn’t complain. 

There’s also an additional element of lust that elevates the oral experience, and you cared to address that because of how hot it actually makes her, even more than what you expected.

“Not going to take those off, huh, Yujin?” You cool down your thrusts and let Yujin have the capability to control her pursuits, impaling her with more of what you can offer she pulls out to answer you, catching her breath and painting such a vibrant smile that contradicts the sexual tension lingering in the air.

Her mouth is utterly messy, saliva drips down to her chin as her insatiability towards you didn’t even bother the tiniest bit of modesty to even clean up. “I’d like to see how much you’ll cum knowing this does turn you on more.”

She knows. She fucking knows you. The way she said it so confidently with the smirk painted on her face says a lot, knowing that she’s just inflicting on the wounds of lust within you. She cracks the code open with your subtle kinks that’s profoundly known by her and immediately, she would live up to those fantasies of yours—it’s actually baffling how she knew your little fetishes that no one else can, and she’s absolutely clever reading you like a book.

“You know that I’ll probably destroy these glasses, Yujin.” The warning is audible, falling onto her ears as she continuously teases your tip with her tongue, before setting your insatiability aside and muttering up a reply.

“You probably can consider that you’ll fuck my mouth like it’s my cunt.” She’s not wrong, though, and certainly, that’s bound to happen. “And just so I know, you’re going to give me another set once these are broken because I’m something special, am I?”

It’s a blessing and a curse whenever she gets too cocky—her permeating confidence knowing her words exhibits the truth and it won’t help for your supposed reasonings, yet sometimes, her limits wouldn’t help her much, not when you still have the authority to be in control with a flick of a switch.

“Damn right it is, Yujin… You gave up and relinquished the truth, but you can’t wait up any longer for what’s the reason behind this sinful mess. “Now shut up and let me fuck your mouth.”

“Oh pl–mmh!” It was a mistake once she parted her lips enough to impale her with your cock, yet it’s all bound to happen and embraces every thrust your hips muster. 

The opportunity is taken, instantly ravaging her mouth like it’s your last, tugging on her ponytail that’s holding on thanks with your vice grip onto it. She’s tearing up as you ensued and put her in her place, managing eye contact towards you with a silent plea laced behind those glinting orbs of her for more. She’s gripping your thighs, a leverage that’s still not enough for her to handle your roughness and god, her hands digging you for more tells exactly how she doesn’t want the pace to dissipate.

She’s crazy for this, and you’ll match that freak of hers.

It hits balls deep every time, her glasses almost slipping out and being crushed with your own weight of force being distributed to this sinful endeavor. She grasps your thighs like she’s bound to break, and you’re going to achieve that yet she’s robust and able to take you for she is capable of your pace even with the evident gags and subsequent grips that could probably bruise your skin. 

Your pace never fails to bring her to the weakest, tears flowing down her cheeks as she indulges under your control and you’ll never falter, not when you had enough. The way her throat tightens up once you push your length deeper always sends yourself closer to the promising heights of euphoria and god, she’s just taking everything your hips oscillates. She’s just getting messier with every second that counts, yet she perseveres to prove her worth despite the apparent struggles.

And she delivers, every inch, every thrust, and every goddamn gag—

You pull out and she’s gasping for oxygen, her reddened face tells the story of your roughness and she just flashed a grin, her satisfaction fulfilled choking on a cock like yours.

“God, you’re so fucking messy, Yujin.” Your swears ignites something in her and it’s such a gem to hear profanities coming out of your mouth, because she knows she’s making you crazy and this was just the start of an exhilarating show. You wipe the saliva that escapes out of her mouth and seductively play with those lips of hers, and she knows what’s the reply of such display of lust.

She didn’t waste her breath to mutter a word, but rather, invest in constant hums as she sucks onto your fingers like a lollipop, enveloping that soft flesh and tasting like the sun won’t come up tomorrow. The voracious assault onto your fingers concludes her insatiability towards you, and she’s trying her best to live up to her desires and selfish pleasures.

As she’s incredibly readable, you could only imagine how soaked her cunt is with all of the lingering intimacy.

“God, please—more, daddy—please let me—”

“No.” You caress her cheeks and look at those eyes full of that lustful glint, preparing for what you could possibly do with her. Help her stand up and pin your arms so her back is pressed against the wall, your stare continues to pique her as it lures her in like a trap. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Yujin. Since you took me so well, I might have to consider something to aid your wrongdoings.”

A cunning smile paints you, as her eyebrows furrow in anticipation as her lust puppets her to desperation. “A-And what is that, daddy? Please, I’ll do everything even if it means more than what you can expect of me.”

“Expect? Hah.” A chuckle escapes your lips, and that puzzles Yujin. She’s laughable at that moment given how she’s mostly the epitome of fulfillment, the clear meeting of expectations. “Gladly enough, everything that I could think of links every missing piece so perfectly.”

That’s the beauty of An Yujin—clearly innocent yet determined for every obstacle that gets in her way, even if it means something unethical. But here’s the thing, you orchestrate what’s the order in this room and have the authority to bend what’s considered to be rightfully taken.

In this case, it’s something way too obvious.

“The question is: where do you want it, Yujin?” 

Once those words were said, her eyes immediately averted to your throbbing cock, rock-hard just for her as her hand seizes the opportunity yet you stop her. “Answer me, Yujin.”

“Inside me—just as long as I can feel it, feel you, daddy.” Now, you’ve just broken her and it’s all with a single kryptonite that she always loves to play with and it never fails her to be driven towards insanity.

“Oh, you really want it, huh?” The nod is evident and desperate, and you’re just igniting the fire to tease her further. “Bend over for me, on the desk.”

“But the documents—” Maybe the addressing of concerns should take place in a completely separate hour or day as you don't care if they’ll get all tangled in a huge mess because getting Yujin railed from behind will be your utmost priority. 

“I don’t give a shit, Yujin—we can rearrange them some time.”

“But daddy, it’ll be a—ow!” You’re fed up with her considerate actions because of your selfishness too, a grab on her wrists and a spank is enough to enlighten a statement within her.

Your eyes penetrate daggers through her, and it’s turning her on even more. “I really hate repeating myself, Yujin.”

You really do, and with the grip immediately loosening, she obliges and gets rid of such paperwork and bends over your main desk without any care but you.

“Better. Fucking better.” 

You glance over the helpless, submissive stance Yujin is on, and you’re just running on the possible permutation you can possibly do with her. She holds onto each side of the desk while looking over her shoulder, eagerly anticipating what you have in store with you and you definitely have an abundance of tricks up your sleeves.

“Don’t look back and put your hands behind you, Yujin.” She’s quick and obedient, gladly compliant because this would definitely turn around worse for her if she wasn’t being one. You are quick to grab your belt and she knows what’s possibly going to happen, erratic breaths and chuckles coming out of her mouth are the signs of her building satisfaction.

“God, I always wanted to experience this while you ravage me senseless, daddy.”

“Great thing this is your lucky day.” You wrap your leather belt around her wrists and hold them in place, making sure that Yujin is as helpless as possible before the sinful act commences.

“Too tight?”

“Not really, it’s just right.” She yelps and cries because of a harsh spank as its hypnotic ripple earns that groan from her, deriving pleasure out of your enervating ruthless approach towards her ass. You raise the hem of her skirt up to her waist, and so are those grey-colored shorts just a little to get a delectable view of a backside that could be worth millions, and luckily enough, you’ll be the only to see the wonder of such treasure. 

Your hands roam around her arched butt and those heaven-sent thighs, feeling the smooth, porcelain skin in every inch that just feeds to the hunger you’re having towards her but you have your own composure, a word of modesty and patience that Yujin isn’t bothering to have at these desperate moments. “You know this dress code isn’t really allowed, hm?”

“How so? No one has ever called me out wearing short skirts like these—oh god, right there…” She’s delving nearer onto her breaking point, moaning with your repeated assault towards her supposedly drenched lips through the frustrating fabric, teasing and building up her lust while she fights to be as eloquent as possible. “You n-never said a warning, daddy, let alone implement a rule or a ch—ow! Ohh, fuck!”

“All I’m saying is that you’re being such a slut for wearing one, just to summarize it for you, Yujin.” Your words sting as much as the heavy hits of your palm, marking a familiar rosy hue onto her ass that earns that triumphant smirk on your face.

“But I know you like it, by a lot.”

“Never said I didn’t.” You’re growing impatient because of the possible things that’s running around your mind, and it’s all about how you can totally sully her.

Your eyes darts onto her perfect skin, before tugging onto her shorts which is surprisingly easy to undress, coming off and onto her ankles just with a few seconds (Yujin standing up quickly also helps) and then the last bit of defense against the inevitability—those ruined, black silk thong that’s drenched with juices. Also, those come off and down on her ankles and all of those kicked to god knows where as she can’t help but moan with the sensitivity she’s currently feeling, and she likes being defenseless and being totally handled by you.

She never looked great being incredibly submissive and she’s perfectly built to be like this.

Amongst all of the foreseeable futures that could happen, one by one they are eliminated, until only three had made it to the final cut as these are the things that can go so right for the both of you: you could curse her satisfaction with your fingers teasing her tight cunt, on the edge of breaking apart and make her cum effortlessly; could invest onto some returned favor, your lips eating those succulent holes of hers as she writhes with the wetness you bring; and lastly (being the most cruel and pleasurable act you can possibly do), a finger, knuckle deep into her asshole and teasing her tightness with your own length.

Yet, with all of the articulative thinking, you can’t help but let your patience run thin and do what you promised earlier on—to let her see stars, ruin her entirely.

You nudge your cock onto her waiting heat, and immediately, you halt the agonizing reprieve as it is sheathed inside without a warning, knowing she can take it all despite her helpless state. At this rate, Yujin would be gripping both ends of the desk yet with the belt around her wrists and your hand holding her in place, she could just writhe and moan your name out uncontrollably as she gives everything in, and you control her.

Thanks to her slick juices, it wasn’t hard to accommodate yourself onto a moderate thrust that she grew accustomed to once you keep assuring and complimenting her, even if it comes out as a profanity.

“Not bad for a slut like you, Yujin—god, do you like this, hm?” You’re refraining to voice out how great she fucking feels around your cock, and let your mind savor the sight of her powerless figure dependent for your handling. 

“Yes, y-yes—oh fuck, yes, daddy—it’s so good, so good!” Her strained voice, stuttering and alluring is what invites you for a harsher pace. The both of you are mutually gratified with each other’s actions, and you can’t help but groan her name too in every thrust you do, now filling her up.to the hilt and withdrawing with just your tip inside. It is hard yet moderately paced, just how you like it for now, and knowing how this possibly defeats what Yujin likes, you don’t want her to wail and break apart within your own eyes.

Wait, she is calling you and pleading with you—that’s the sign, she wants more.

“Harder, daddy—please.” Of course you’ll fulfill that as soon as possible. You pull the belt towards you, letting her hands meet your abdomen and pound her tight cunt with a power greater than before. Every clash of your hips to her butt resonates this sound that’s the epitome of candy in your ears, and it’s just going to get better, knowing that with the profound kisses you do on her nape makes her clench even harder and wringing out the best of all pleasures.

She cries and you hum onto her skin, continuously worshipping her as her moans with your repeated actions set the fire in you, as well as her constant compliments that you know would be inevitable.

“You lips—g-god, you kiss me so good, daddy—oh shit…”

Your lips are dangerously close to her ears now, as you whisper, “And you take me so well—this tight cunt is really for my cock.”

Well, it probably is, considering how every thrust molds to the shape of your shaft lives up to your words. She’s incredibly tight and slick, even with the constant ravaging and it’s just getting way better knowing that she’s not showing any signs for you to slow down nor stop, letting you go berserk on living up to both your likings. It’s possibly painful to know that your eyes can’t get that hypnotic sight of her thighs rippling and as much as you like kissing her backside, you can’t afford to lose an opportunity with an angelic view.

“Grab the desk, Yujin. I’m gonna fuck you harder now.” Now loosening the grip of the belt around her wrists, she immediately leveraged with a painful grip onto each end of the desk as you didn’t slow down and continued your igniting fervor. She’s trembling once she grabbed onto both ends, thighs shaking due to your actions as her mouth spills honey-filled moans with the pleasure spiking up on her spine, and through her veins. 

Now, you have the everlasting sight to behold—the recoil of her skin with your thrusts is a vision to be etched within the deepest parts of your brain, and you’d live every moment seeing her like this. You painfully grip her hips, pounding her harshly to the point that the desk is even responding to your ruthlessness, but you don't care, not when she’s still coherent, able to walk and most of all, not cumming all over you.

These are just the multiple goals you'd eventually achieve, and it’s getting pretty near considering how her lips pulsate and drenches with copious amounts. She’s now creating a miniscule puddle onto the floor and the small rivulets on her thighs full of her nectar, and you’d eventually double that given how hard you’re fucking her and god, she’s crying and far from the An Yujin everybody knows.

���God, fuck—da-ddy, p-please—let me cum—let me cum, I’m s-so fucking close—oh god, oh god, p-please!” It continues like this, a jumble of words due to the skyrocketed pleasure she’s experienced and you know she’s dangerously close, and you’re just there to pull the trigger sooner.

She lets out a primal cry, and you seal her fate.

“Cum for me, Yujin.” Simple words yet enough to break a woman like her.

She’s practically gushing onto your fingers as you rub them out to reach her climax and she does so, spilling the borderline screams of pleasure that is caused by you, and she’s basically elevated way past her euphoric trance. 

Her knees tremble due to her orgasm, and whisper onto her ear while still pounding her through it since she wanted this in the first place. “You know, Yujin—I would have just fucked your tight ass if we have some lube, want to see your cunt gushing out while I ravage your tight hole.”

You’re not yet finished and your words immediately made her clenched so tightly that it made you groan in the middle of your sentences, but that doesn’t stop you from enlightening her with your fantasies. “God—both of your holes are fucking tight—guess I’d just make this pussy cum all over again while you could only imagine how my cock would slide so good inside you, hm?”

Your words do make her squirm uncontrollably, a key to the door of madness as you didn’t waste time increasing the pace and getting back to the roots of how this goes. Knowing how much you want her to reach another inevitable high, you opted for a leverage on her end, offering your fingers for her to such as she eagerly does so, tasting you and humming in need as every second passes by. You make her choke with your own digits, and she slurps each time she does so, yearning to impress you and to voice out how much she loves these miniscule actions to fight against the pleasure.

“P-Please, daddy…” She cries for you, letting her catch her breath as your thrusts are constant, deep, and unforgiving.

“Say i-it, Yujin—please for what?” You need that answer escaping those sinful lips of hers, you need it desperately, even if her voice is broken for all of the vocals she bestowed.

“Fuck—f-fuck me, daddy, please!” 

It’s the constant chant of the same sets of phrases and words and you can’t blame her, not when you’re absolutely fucking her like you do mean it. She can’t think straight, possibly seeing stars at this moment as her nectar spills into rivulets yet again, the mess currently spoiling the marble floor that didn’t concern you.

“My office is gonna smell like sex thanks to you, Yujin.” You let out that primal call, a satisfied one as her clenches aids more with the pleasure you’re currently experiencing. “And I’m—I’m fucking close, Yujin.”

The stream of constant moans ends up on a halt, as Yujin still has the coherence to think and break the loop of words, pleading as she tightens her grip on the desk. “On my face, please, daddy—you can’t cum inside me yet, not here!”

Oh, she now has this courage to utter words against your possible wants, and honestly, that’s commendable yet you didn’t like it and not when you’re in the peak of the hierarchy, in the absolute authority of things.

“And why not? Also, girls like you deserve a load inside their tight cunts, no matter what the circumstance.” No one could probably argue against you, not when her walls clench for you to fill her up, even though it’s against her wants yet again, you are the dominant one, the power to control and bend towards your will.

You didn’t utter a word and ramped up the pace again, and this time, you’ll do everything to feel every ounce of pleasure as much as possible. Yujin’s face contorts into that familiar countenance of being cock-drunken, yet you break that trance with a hand on her chin, making her face towards you and then again, you meet those luscious lips of hers that’s entirely insatiable.

You pull her close and continue to pound her tightness, humming on your reciprocation and her lips quivering in pleasure, chasing that high of yours that’s bound to spill into the depth of her tight walls. She tastes so great you can’t pull away just yet, closing your eyes and feeling how soft her lips are and when you do, you bring the final onslaught of thrust that’s possibly going to break her in half, moaning on how good you’re making her feel.

“Fuck—f-fuck, daddy—I’m gonna cum too—so close!” At long last, she’s a hair’s width onto her own high and being in the same boat as yours, and this couldn’t be any better.

“Fucking cumming again? Hah, then we’ll cum together then—gonna fill this pussy up so good, Yujin.” It’s surprising how coherent you are even though you’re as stimulated as Yujin but it doesn’t matter, not when your primal instincts are the ones that powers you to achieve that euphoria.

You dug your hand onto her hips, spreading her legs more to go deeper and god, you can’t possibly survive another set of thrusts on the count of five.

That familiar tingle firing you up was the call, and you impaled yourself deep into her snug walls, filling her with every spurt your slit can possibly deposit. She’s wailing, calling you and yearning for more as her brain can’t possibly fathom the utmost pleasure she’s experiencing and you’re just giving it all, giving what she desires right from the start.

She’s thanking you, a cry that could break you but in a different, unorthodox way that relies on the scope of lust. “Jesus—fuck, why are you always so goddamn tight, Yujin?”

It’s rhetorical and she knows it—she’s aware of what she can do to you, and even in a submissive frame, she can absolutely break you apart. You kept your length buried in her for a longer while, possibly extending the pleasure that’s beating your brain in a mush, and eventually, the inevitable could not be stopped. You pull out and let out exasperated breaths, admiring with the wonder of your roughness evident with your red handprints, and as the cherry on top, her cunt dripping with your anticipated load.

There’s still that gas left in the tank, a fuel burning and igniting for more and you can’t let it become idle.

“Thank—o-oh fuck—thank you for this, daddy…” Yujin’s chants are a constant ringing in your ear, her moans subsiding as she recovers from her own high, assessing how great you feel with your load deep inside her.

Your hubris never fails to fuel you up too, and you’re far from over.

“You remember me saying I’m going to fuck you rough, Yujin?” You’re demanding, incredibly primal and wanting more of what she can offer. She can sense it as she looks onto her shoulder only for you to guide her and flip her around, now facing you with your eyes evidently distracted with her leaking cunt. “And really mean it, because you're going to take more.”

Her eyes darted towards you, glowing, endeared, and laced with lust. She wanted this for weeks and now, she’ll get to feel your wrath once more, and this time, it would be way better than before since you’ll see how beautiful her face contorts whenever she succumbs to the pleasure, on even her moans to the very least.

It’s one of the robust parts of the pillars that builds up your concupiscence, and it’s the strongest amongst them all—her sultry tone says it all, and it’s just making you descend down to your own madness.

“Gonna breed me like the desperate girl I am, daddy?”

“Correction,” Your hands deftly find her waist, drawing her frame closer to you as she yelps with your sudden control, then smiles knowing she’s going to be put in her place. “A desperate slut.”

Yujin is still leaking, thighs stained in the right places with indistinguishable liquids caused by you and you’ll stand proud for the product you just made. Still with the skirt pulled up on her waist, you lifted her legs a little as she relaxes herself onto your desk—it’s pretty surprising how sturdy this is and probably, you’ll invest onto some greater furniture in the latter weeks, if ever—and teased your rock-hard shaft against those sullied, white-stained slit of hers, which earned another set of needy moans that’s clearly aphrodisiac in nature.

You’d never shut up how great she sounds, and you’re growing impatient by the second you tease her heat.

“Please, daddy—please put it in again…” Both of her arms extend down your shoulders, hands resting on your neck and caressing it, urging you to comply with her needs and she doesn’t need to plead more because you’re definitely in a losing battle of discipline.

Why would you even bother thinking of such a concept in this filthy endeavor? Yes, you won’t, and you’ll dismiss it.

It’s another sudden action, you buried deep, withdrew and slammed back in, repeating the harshness you bestowed upon her earlier but this time, you’re feeling everything and even better, see how pretty she looks when she’s blessed with the constant overwhelming pleasure. You grabbed her hips and impaled her deeper, your cum leaking repeatedly out of her tightness as it stained everywhere in its vicinity—you’d probably have this dilemma of cleaning your workspace once you’re done with her, but you wouldn’t care until she’s fucked senseless, her mind thinking of you and you only.

You’d intend on doing that, and with your stored-up strength, you’re able to lift her with your arms and pinned her onto the nearest wall where you’re in full pace on revving up your thrusts with abandon, letting out the most sinful moans of satisfaction Yujin can produce. You’re in the same boat as hers, utterly succumbing into the abyss of gratification and constantly grunting with how great she still feels, tight in the right places, possibly molding her walls onto the shape of yours. 

It’s genuinely hard to comprehend her unparalleled tightness despite the pounding she took earlier and that’s just elevating the pleasure you experience as always, dismissing that sensitivity that once took over your length. You hold her frame with your hands on her waist, her legs wrapping around yours as you achieved greater depths that resonated magnitudes of different cries of pleasure. You catch her lips again, holding her chin upright as the both of you exchange torrid kisses, hungry for each other and utterly leveraging the unstoppable pleasure each of you brings to the table.

It’s the sound that she makes while making up with you, and you’ll never get tired of it, not when she’s dancing her tongue against yours, and attempting to mutter words that fail to be audible with how much you’re investing on dancing with her. Her legs instinctively pull you closer, and can’t help but groan against her lips on how much she clenches between every thrust your hips muster. 

“Are you getting close again, Yujin?” Your breaths come right after, clearly anticipating on achieving her ultimate prize once again, letter her see stars let alone galaxies with how much exertion you bring onto pounding her. Her legs are falling limp, tired with the monstrosity you’re doing but neither of you will have any regrets, and the closest thing to have a thought like that is if someone sees you and there’s no world anyone would have an eye of a trusted, hierarchical man of the company ruining her secretary.

Oh, curse these ethical bullshit and your reputation, because you’ll fulfill your utter desires before you can call this a day.

“I can’t h-hold–oh fuck—so good! Can’t hold it anymore, daddy…” She’s just desperate for another release, and you’re inching closer towards your promised land. She’s bound to feel something so euphoric, and it’s all mutual, even up to the point where you fill her up to the brim. You’re gaining every ounce of strength to wrap herself around you  and a bright idea sparked within you despite all of the thoughts within you spiraled up, all tangled and in haywire.

Before the unexpected detour, she could just moan onto your neck, resting her head against your shoulder and chasing her high, messing up the floor and your thighs with her succulent nectar. Your workplace being stenched with the smell of sex will be the least of your concerns in this current affair, but rather the fact that you can’t see a pulchritude broken into something sullied, and your mind currently emptied, just with the thought of making herself her own canvas.

“What—what are you d-doing?” Yujin is limp once she stands on her feet, messed up thanks to you as her puzzled face is evidently confused with what you’re having it in your mind. Still recovering and gaining that semblance of urgency, she anticipates what you’ll utter and it wouldn’t be long.

“Remember what you said earlier about your favorite pair of yours?” Even with the stupor clearly shown, she’s still articulative and bright, grasping with what you’re trying to make her remember and just flashing that innocent grin with the thought of it.

“Oh god, yes.” She’s quick with it, instantly dropping down onto your knees, legs quivering as she looks up at you, her eyes glistening with what you’re going to shower her with. “Would like to see my favorite pair covered with your cum, daddy.”

God, she knows, she fucking knows.

You didn’t hold back, and she’s sticking her tongue out and closing her eyes, letting her imagination roll upon what could be the most erotic sight that could happen between the both of you. It’s turning you on even more, clearly focused on chasing your high with the velocity your wrists are doing and eventually, it wouldn’t be long enough for her to be deprived of it.

It’s a decent shower, not excessive but god, it’s just right. Her messy bangs got caught off on the process, a little stained and you did what you could to seal the promise, her nose, mouth, chin and most importantly, the scaffolding of her glasses, stained with that white liquid that’s drained out of you.

To be honest, you clearly forgot the existence of such an element, but glad you’re able to cover it and fulfill her needs.

“Fuck—god.” Yujin’s breaths are erratic, still kneeling down and scooping the remnants of your cum and tasting, undeniably satisfied with the outcome. “Considering the load in my pussy, you still came a lot.”

It’s still surprising how she sounds so confident saying such sinful words, but being still in the trance, you wouldn’t mind it so much. “Dropping the names, huh?”

“Oh, sorry—”

“Hey, hey, it’s totally fine, Yujin.” Still managing to display humor, she laughed it off in relief, dropping the act and exchanging exhausted breaths in every second that counts.

“Well, I guess we should clean up, sir.” You help her stand up, legs trembling as she laughs it out and reassures you that everything is going to be fine.

“Yeah, we should, I’ll call up my—”

“No sir—” Her hands stop you from grabbing your phone on the desk, unharmed, and you’re painting shock with her actions.

“Why?”

Yujin stares at you, removing the cum-stained glasses and onto the desk and you can clearly see what she’s made of, a monster in the making. “Just us, please, sir—at your place.”

That’s a bold move, but considering what happened, it wouldn’t be much of a deal as you drop the hierarchical advantage you possess. “There’s still another hole you haven’t stretched yet.”

The wink was the cherry on top and you swear to god, this girl will break you, possibly into millions of pieces more.

You need to fix yourselves up first, and with the obviously influenced and hurried decision, it was damn sealed in the history books.

“How can I resist that?” Your chuckles reflect your masked answer, and clearly, she knows what’s bound to happen. “Guess tomorrow’s going to be your day off then.”

She broke you, and it’s mutual between both parties. Possibly, the threat of a tension between Wonyoung and herself would break apart with this profound comeback of such roots yet who knows? 

These hours have been stressful and quick, but nonetheless, absolutely phenomenal and baffling…

[lilasamaaa]

The night we met | Lando Norris x Reader

Genre | Fluff.

Word count | 2.6K

Warnings | None for once! Enjoy some peace.....

Summary | When Reader's best friend sets her up on a blind date with one of her long-time friends, she expects anything but the evening she's about to experience.

Author's note | This piece is the result of yesterday's poll! Another poll will be coming soon for y'all to decide what's next :)

"I'm really not sure if it's a good idea, Alice," she sighs, looking over at the bed where her friend is seated, behind her.

"What makes you say that?" Alice replies, arching an eyebrow.

"I have a list of reasons, actually," she states, pulling out her phone.

"You and your damn lists!"

"I know you hate them, but they help me clear my mind," she says, clicking on a note.

"Alright, let's hear your reasons then," Alice laughs. "But I'm warning you, I'm going to dismantle them one by one."

"Okay," she starts. "Reason one is : I don't know him."

"That's kinda... the whole point of blind dates," her friend says, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you agreed to this. I did not. You know how anxious I get when I don't know people," she says, head low.

"Lando is a really nice guy," Alice says, coming close to her friend and stroking her hair. "I just know he'll put you at ease right away."

She takes a few seconds to think, biting the inside of her cheek. It's not the first time she's about to go on a date with someone she's never met before. Even though she doesn't know him, she's not really worried about Lando. She's more concerned about herself, to be honest. She's not a model of eloquence, doesn't consider herself particularly pretty. She's sure her date will do his best. What she's not sure about, is if she'll be able to overcome her own anxiety about the whole situation.

"Reason two, then," she says, focusing back on the note. "I don't know a thing about racing. What are we even going to talk about?"

"Well, something else. I'm sure Lando would be delighted to talk about something other than work for once," Alice replies, winking.

She wasn't lying, she thinks. She really has an answer for everything.

"Shoot me with reason three, baby," Alice says, letting out a laugh.

"Reason three," she replies, eyeing her friend. "Let's say I don't fuck up, which would be a miracle in itself, and we hit it off. How am I supposed to maintain a long-distance relationship? We're not talking about Brighton or Cambridge, we're talking about another continent. Several times a year."

"Well, I'm glad you're thinking so much ahead," Alice replies, earning a frustrated grunt from her friend. "There'll be plenty of people who are in the same situation as you. You can always ask for advice from other WAGS," she concludes, laughing.

"You're insufferable."

"Was there a fourth reason to debunk, or are we done here?" Alice asks.

"There is, actually. That's the last one," she says, staring at her phone. "Every time I've gone on a date like this, without having seen the guy... They were never really... to my taste," she begins. "So I've never kissed them, never went any further. But if I like him, what am I supposed to do?"

"What's the real question?"

"Am I supposed to kiss him on the first date? I don't want him to think I'm easy. Is it better to play hard to get and..."

"Wow, you're overthinking this," Alice says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't have any answer to give you. Just... Go with the flow. And if you're not sure about what to do, let him take the lead. Okay?"

An hour later, she's walking through the streets of Bristol, trying to calm her breathing, her thoughts, her already racing heart. She's checked the address Lando had sent her about ten times before leaving Alice's apartment. On principle, she takes out her phone, checking one last time. Her phone indicates that the restaurant is less than a minute's walk away, at the corner of the street she's on. There's still time to turn back, she thinks, before gathering herself. No. He doesn't deserve that.

In front of the restaurant, she casts a quick glance inside, checking if he's already there, before remembering that she doesn't even know what he looks like. Well, she has a vague idea. She's seen pictures on Alice's Facebook and Instagram over the years, but his precise features escape her. She remembers curly hair, beauty spots. Not much more. She's not sure if she would recognize him in a crowd.

She pushes the door and slips inside the buzzing restaurant, politely greeting the waitress who welcomes her.

"I have a reservation for two," she says. "The name's Norris."

"Ah yes, he's already here, in the second room. I'll take you to him," the waitress replies, flashing a smile.

Her heart stops. He's already here? She deliberately arrived fifteen minutes early to have time to settle down quietly, to gather herself. To wash her hands if they're too sweaty. This was not how it was supposed to go at all, she thinks, feeling the anxiety rise.

The waitress guides her through the tables to the small room at the back of the restaurant. On the way, her brain disconnects, giving way to total panic. I knew it was a bad idea, she tells herself, biting her lip. I'm going to make a fool of myself. The waitress suddenly stops, saying something that her brain doesn't comprehend before walking away and she looks up, meeting his gaze.

Oh, wow, she thinks, eyes widening. That man is too handsome for his own good.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you" he says, extending a bouquet of white tulips to her. "Alice said those were your favorites."

She smiles, taking the bouquet before burying her nose in it. Alice, you little sneak.

"Thank you so much," she replies, feeling her cheeks flush. "They're stunning."

Lando pulls out her chair before sitting back down, not taking his eyes off her. Feeling his gaze on her, she dives intensely into reading the menu. Or rather, she pretends to, because she's not even reading, just trying to avoid the attention the driver is giving her.

"You seem nervous," he states, still looking at her.

Feeling her cheeks turn red, she holds her menu higher in front of her face, hiding a little more. "Hey," he says, putting his finger on the menu to lower it. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I'm just really bad at this," she replies, finally looking at him. "Dates, conversations, one-on-ones. It's not about you, I swear."

There we go, she thinks, head low. We've been sitting for ten minutes and I've already messed everything up.

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" he asks, and she looks up, furrowing her brows.

"What?"

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, that wasn't the intention," he says. "A romantic dinner may be a bit much for a first date. So, if you want to go somewhere else, do something else, it's not a problem."

"But... We're already sitting," she says, confused.

"It's no big deal," he replies, shrugging. "The restaurant is packed, they won't go bankrupt because we leave. We can just tell them we don't like anything on the menu."

She lets out a laugh, covering her mouth, astonished by the driver's suggestion.

"If you could go anywhere, a place where you feel comfortable and safe, where would you go?" he asks, his big eyes detailing her.

She thinks for a moment, looking upwards, biting her lip again.

"If we really had no limits... I'd go to the sea," she replies, thoughtful.

"Let's go then," Lando says, rising up and taking his jacket.

"What? Lando, we can't do that," she says, still sitting. "The good beaches are like, an hour drive away."

But Lando has already circled the table, jacket in hand, extending his hand to her.

"My car's parked outside," he replies.

She doesn't understand what's happening, so for once, she sets aside her brain and listens to her heart, grasping his hand and allowing him to guide her towards the restaurant's exit, the driver only stopping to explain briefly to the very understanding waitress that an emergency has come up and they have to leave, carefully slipping several bills in her hand as a tip - and as compensation.

Outside, Lando leads her to his car, their hands still intertwined, her heels clicking on the cobblestones. He opens the door for her and she slips inside, her heart racing.

"I've never done anything like this in my entire life," she says, staring straight ahead.

"You should never force yourself to do something you don't want to do, though," he replies, looking through the rear window to reverse, leaning indirectly towards her. His scent reaches her nose and she can't help but look at him closely, detailing every detail of his profile. His clear eyes. His beauty spots that remind her of constellations. The curly lock of hair that crosses his forehead.

"Does Ogmore work for you?" he asks, snapping her out of her reverie.

"Ogmore's perfect," she replies, eyes glistening.

They set off, and as the English countryside landscape passes by through the window, she notices that for the first time since she left Alice's apartment, she isn't feeling anxious. Her heart still beats just as fast, sure, but she suspects it's not really because of stress anymore. Lando rummages between their seats and eventually pulls out a cable, which he hands to her.

"I don't mind driving, but you're the DJ," he says, laughing. "Put on some music. Let me know who you are."

She grabs the cable before connecting it to her phone, scrolling through her Spotify playlist. So you want to know who I am, huh? she thinks, blushing again, before clicking on her favorite song.

The first notes of "I'm Outta Time" by Oasis resonate in the car, and Lando shoots her a surprised look.

"I actually love that song," he says, smirking. "What does it tell about you?"

"Well," she starts. "As you must be starting to suspect, I strongly identify with the idea that the sea is the only place that manages to calm me down, where I truly feel free."

"I'm with you on that one," he replies.

"And then... It's quite personal, but to me, the song's about someone who's lonely. Someone seeking comfort, a pillar, someone who can support them through everything. But also someone they'd be willing to let go out of love."

Lando turns his head towards her, and she gets lost in the softness and understanding reflected in his eyes. The song comes to an end, and she clicks on "On Melancholy Hill" by Gorillaz.

"I promise I'm not depressed," she says, meeting his gaze, while he lets out a laugh.

"This one's talking about the sea, again," he states.

"There's that," she says. "And there's this dreamy feeling. It's about frustration, about pressuring yourself to achieve big things, when maybe..." she stops for a second. "Maybe just being with your person is enough. Maybe there's no need for more," she finishes, looking out the window, troubled by the feeling of having said too much.

"I get it," he says, still looking at the road ahead.

"You do?" she asks.

"Of course. I'm not the last one to have dreams and goals, as you can imagine. But at the end of the day, when all that's over, what's left? What do you turn to?"

The rest of the journey goes on in the same way. She plays a song, explains why she likes it, what it makes her feel, what it reminds her of. Lando listens attentively, interweaving her narrative with his own anecdotes, sharing his thoughts, his fears. That's much more intimate than a restaurant, she thinks. But somehow, she doesn't mind.

Forty minutes later, a sign indicates that Ogmore is the next exit, and Lando turns onto the narrow road, which soon becomes a path. They leave the car in a parking lot, where only a few cars are parked before embarking on the sandy trail. Before them, the sun has begun to set, tinting the sky with orange, pink, and violet hues.

"Just in time," Lando says before plopping down on the sand. She sits beside him, closing her eyes. Absorbing the healing sound of the waves.

"Thank you so much for this, Lando. You have no idea how much it means to me," she says, feeling emotional.

They both lie there, side by side, without saying a word, lulled by the sound of the waves.

"Do you remember the night we met?" Lando suddenly asks, looking at the sky and the stars that the onset of night begins to reveal.

"What do you mean?" she asks, turning on her side to look at him.

"It was last year," Lando starts, as she furrows her brows, completely lost.

"I'm not sure I understand," she replies, confused. "I've seen you in pictures... But this is the first time we meet."

"Alice's birthday, in London," the driver specifies, and she dives into her thoughts, trying to rewind time. "You were wearing a black dress. Backless."

"I... I remember the birthday, and the dress," she begins. "But I don't remember you. Well, I remember Alice saying you had something come up," she continues, lost.

"I had a work function, couldn't get away. But I still stopped by, dropped off Alice's gift," he explains.

"I'm sorry, Lando," she says, embarrassed. "I don't remember seeing you."

"We crossed paths in one of the hallways of the bar. You were leaning against a wall, talking to someone... Jeff? Greg?" he says, closing his eyes as if trying to remember.

"Jeff? My boyfriend at the time?"

"Yes, that was him. You two were arguing about something, I can't remember what. The tone started to escalate, and you walked off towards the restroom."

"I remember that."

"I found myself in front of Jeff, and I told him, "You shouldn't argue with a pretty girl like that. She deserves better". He told me to fuck off, to mind my business, and left," he recalls, laughing.

"Wow, I had no idea," she says. "Him and I broke up like, four months after that anyway."

"I know. Alice told me."

"Why would she tell you that? It must not be of much interest to you."

"I'd mentioned to her that I found you beautiful. In fact, to be honest, I think I said you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," the driver says. "So one morning, she texted me. Said something like... "She broke up with Jeff. Time to grow a pair."

"Wow," she says, laughing in shock. "I didn’t know that."

Silence falls. Neither speaks for several seconds. He, wondering if he's said too much. Her, wondering what she should conclude from the driver's words.

"So..." she starts. "When Alice told me that she had planned a blind date..."

"It was my idea," he says, meeting her eyes. "But we couldn't say that."

"Oh, my god," she says, laughing again. "I can't believe you two."

A particularly turbulent wave crashes at their feet, making them yelp and quickly stand up. They're suddenly face to face. Wrapped in a heavy silence. One that cannot last.

"So you did, then," she finally says.

"What?"

"You grew a pair," she replies as he bursts out laughing.

"You're not angry at me, are you?" he asks, taking a step forward.

"I'm... quite surprised, I won't lie. But I'm not angry, no. I've never had a first date like this," she confesses. "I've never felt so listened to, so understood... In so little time. It started off badly, and yet you... you made me feel like I could be myself."

"You can," Lando says, taking her hand. "That's all I want."

"Will you think I'm moving too fast if I kiss you?" she suddenly asks.

"No," he says, coming closer until their breaths meet. "I won't."

[midnight-black2]

dom!reader x farleigh that begs to touch

her— like he’s so needy he literally cries if he can’t and basically he’s a super mega munch !

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 ���𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : farleigh has to be able to keep his hands to himself for a night in order to reap pleasurable rewards

disclaimers : smut, sub!farleigh, dom!reader, fem!reader, whiny!farleigh, reward..system...? (is this a warning? idk but i'm putting it anyway), p in v (pretend there's a condom k?), fast-paced

note : y'all i hope this isn't ooc bc i made him like very whiny and needy but...either way, hope you enjoy !

farleigh whined the second you mentioned it--the fact that he wouldn't be able to have his hands on you.

"it's a formal dinner, farleigh. you know how it is," you said, finishing your eyeliner. he sighed dramatically, before appearing behind you in your vanity. "i mean, minor touches are fine, but i don't want everyone to get the wrong thought."

"but Y/N, it's just how i am!" he argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

"no buts, this is non-negotiable farleigh," you replied, in a firmer tone. this was important, you wanted the cattons to think highly of you. after all, it was their house and they had the ability to kick you out whenever. he sighed once again, before leaning down so his face was next to yours.

"please?" he pleaded, kissing your cheek, giving you puppy eyes.

"i'll tell you what, if you can go the whole dinner while keeping your hands to yourself, then i'll reward you," you proposed. he seemed intrigued, as he quirked a brow.

"reward me how?" he queried, looking at you curiously.

and that's how it began, a deal that was too difficult for farleigh to pass up. i mean, why wouldn't he want to be fucked dumb later?

the dinner went relatively well. the family was impressed by you. you were witty, smart, and eloquent. they liked you, and that was the most you could ask for. so, as promised, as soon as you and farleigh reached your room his lips had crashed onto yours. he had waited the entire night, you didn't expect anything less. however, you were still a bit taken aback. once you finally pulled away, the two of you were panting heavily.

"a little eager, are we?" you teased.

"oh shut up," he replied. the threat was meaningless; simply a fruitless attempt to cover up just how needy he really was. he rushed to sit down on the bed, pulling you on top of him. you kissed him with fervor, and he sighed into it, clearly enjoying himself. maybe you had made him too entitled, but he needed it so badly.

your hand traveled down his body, sending a shiver up his spine. you slowly lifted up his shirt, and over his head. your hand continued its odyssey down his body. when your fingers grazed his nipples, he swore he could have came just from that. his hard-on was only growing.

"what do you want, farleigh?" you asked, smiling at him.

"what-what do you mean?" he questioned, breathily.

"well it's your reward, so tell me, what do you want?" you repeated, your hand nearing where he needed you most.

"i want to be inside, please. you know this, please," he begged, body squirming in anticipation. you hummed, and started at the zipper of his pants. you slowly undid it, and pulled down his jeans. he helped you in the action by lifting his hips up. you then removed his boxers, and watched his cock spring up. he seemed painfully hard. pre was oozing out of his slit steadily, he was a mess.

you sat up, straddling his lap, and you could see him glowing with excitement. i mean, it's farleigh, he's always excited for sex. but deprived farleigh was a different story.

you undressed yourself, feeling his eyes boring into you. he wasn't so subtle about literally anything, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he practically stared at your cunt, before you sunk down on him, engulfing him whole. he let out a loud moan, furrowing his brows in content. you felt so good around him, warm and inviting.

"there it is, you did so good for me tonight, farleigh," you cooed, brushing his curls away from his face so you could see his features contorted with pleasure. he whined, throwing his head back as you fucked him slowly, yet slightly rough. you let out a low groan, grinding against him.

"f-fuck Y/N," he whimpered, shutting his eyes closed. it was heavenly, too much yet not enough at the same time. you grinned at him, he looked divine like this. crying out your name as he writhed beneath you.

"i know you've been waiting for it baby. bet you're glad you did so, hm?" you said, with a chuckle. he nodded, letting out another frail moan.

"oh my god, s-shit," he cursed, as your pace increased. you moved up and down, back and forth.

"fucking hell farleigh, you're so big," you muttered. he smirked, but it quickly melted away when you kissed his lips softly. it continued like that, but not for long. he had been holding it for awhile, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"fuck, Y/N i'm gonna cum."

"cum whenever you want, farleigh. this is your reward," you answered, feeling yourself near your orgasm too. he whined as you dug your nails into his skin slightly, fucking him at an animalistic speed.

"c-cumming!" he choked out, meaning in the process. as he filled you up, your high came as well. he was shaking gently underneath you, muttering a string of curses along with your name.

"there you go, that's it," you said underneath your breath, as you coaxed him through it. you planted a feathery kiss on his lips.

"thank you," he breathed out, eyes still closed. you smiled.

"my pleasure."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[marengogo]

Are You Sure?! - #1: A Vampire’s Utopia

Who by Jimin focused playlist 

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Hello my JM & JK Loving Gurls, Bois and Enbys! 

How have we all been since Thursday? 😌 Who’s watched both episodes at least 3 times? 🤡 Who’s gonna keep watching the episodes until Thursday? 💜 Who’s been left marvelling, yet again, about how intricately beautiful human beings are 🙋🏾‍♀️…

Oh! Only me?! 👀.

... Well what can I say? If it weren’t for my undying love for movies I would have definitely chosen a job related to psychology. Now whether I would have turned out to be a help or a menace to society, is anyone’s guess, after all, there is no sense, or point, in speculating things that have no way of presently happening due to decisions made in the past. However, do y'all know what we can speculate on? The present based on actions that actually happened in the past.

I’ve admittedly rewatched both episodes of AYS for the fourth time yesterday for research purposes obviously, and what brings me here is that now very infamous moment there are presently ao3 books being written on this particular moment ? The one when my cutie-patootie twin-flame very concisely summarises his and JM’s “solo/chapter 2 relationship”, up to that point (which to be precise, is the period of time between 14 July 2022: Hobi’s Listening Party and 13 July 2023: AYS in USA��� exactly 1 year: DAMN!) as per below:

First time I saw this part, the first thing I did was snort and then I immediately thought: DRAMA QUEEN and trust me, I would know. Oh, and let it be clear, I can only attempt to speculate on my twin-flame, especially in cases like this when I strongly feel that my boi has been … misunderstood. If it weren’t clear enough from the title, this is indeed a JK post you know JM-blood thirsting vampire etc etc etc.

Let's start with the fact that I beleive that JM was simply trying to start a simple bit of banter when he said:

And I would sincerely like to apologise to JM cause, indeed, this simple type of banter would have warranted a just as simple type of reply. Something like what JK eventually ended up saying after he allowed his thoughts to come forth and take the stage, but we will address this in a second:

But no.

You see, homeboi over here seems to be the type to hold on to things and will not let go until he’s cleared things, or situations, in the way he has known and/or perceived them to have happened, which tend to happen a lot when you are a very emotional person, who isn’t necessarily as eloquent. The most important thing to understand here, however, is the fact that whatever topic such people decide to discuss is all according to their most sensible account of facts and perceptions. They don't mean to offend or distort truths, they just ... emote for lack of better words. For example, it is a fact that, during that period, JK & JM were both busy, it is apparently also a fact that JK didn’t call, but according to JM it is not a fact that he himself didn’t call. 

Does that make JK a liar? In my opinion, not only can't I know what actually happened, but in fact, that is absolutely not the point of the case at hand. The way I see it, this is simply how JK has perceived this particular absence in his life, during that particular period. In fact, let’s dive even deeper.

Because of those two sentences, you’d I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT MANY DO ... think that JM and JK actually never met each other during that particular period of time 14 July 2022 - 13 July 2023. Now, I am sure we all remember him sorta/kinda pining on weverse during the period from 3 February 2023 and 14 March 2023, right?:

But let’s quickly look at a timeline of the 14 July 2022: Hobi’s Listening Party and 13 July 2023: AYS in USA period. Below are dates when they definitely met, with other members, that we are aware of. I’ve also inserted his most relevant weverse pinings, and the period of time they were busy at the same time, just for me to have a time reference:

・14 JULY 2022: J-HOPE’S LISTENING PARTY - OT6 (Yoongi was sick)

・1 SEPTEMBER 2022: JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY - JM waint with Hobi to celebrate his birthday

・15 OCTOBER 2022 - BUSAN CONCERT - OT7

・12 DECEMBER 2022 - JIN’S ENLISTMENT SEND-OFF - OT7 

・most likely FEBRUARY-MARCH 2023 - LIKE CRAZY DANCE PRACTICE - JK went to see JM practice

 3 Feb 2023 - 14 Mar 2023 ——— LIGHT WEVERSE PINING - The above collage period

・25 MARCH 2023 - MEMBERS MEET WITH JIN DURING HIS HOLIDAY - OT7

27 March 2023 ——— HEAVY WEVERSE PINING - JK posting “I miss you”, then watching Suchita and reacting to JM content.

・18 APRIL 2023 - HOBI’S ENLISTMENT SEND-OFF - OT7

April - May ——— both JK & JM are travelling around the world for work and/or pleasure.

・25 JUNE 2023 - D-DAY in SEOUL ‘DAY 2’ - VMINKOOK at Yoongi’s concert 

・13 JULY 2023 - AYS in NYC - JK & JM (and staff) have dinner at ANTOYA 

… If you asked me, it would appear that JK’s issue is actually the fact that they didn’t get a chance to go out alone, just the two of them. Yeah … My twin-flame seems to always have had strong, almost impulsive, reactions when it comes to anything concerning JM, it is actually probably the most vocal he becomes for a non-talkative guy that is.

Can you recall any other member, other than JM, he was ever upset about because he didn’t get to hear their music? Can you think about any other member other than JM, who JK would most likely be spending time rehearsing, eating, doing nothing during band activities? Can you think of any other member other than JM, for whom he’s made a bit more of an effort during birthdays and special dates? Once again ... If you ask me ... JK truly values his time alone with JM, which is why I think his perception felt so fatalistic/dramatic we all know that for example, JM did go to the Golden Listening Party in October ... 

And don’t get me wrong, I definitely don’t believe it to be a one-way affair. Are You Sure?! exist exactly because JM would seem to also appreciate his alone time with JK, be it in front of a camera, in a hotel room, or whreever. After all, they were supposed to only go for one trip, but not only did they magically whip out time to go on two more Jeju and Sapporo, but they are now talking about doing this until they are 50. LOL I’ll be in my 60s but I’ll tune in! . And then, to top it all off … They ended up enlisting together. The way JM wanted to “make a video of their adventures and freedom” before enlistment, you’d think they’d be apart for the following 18 months because of said enlistment 😒.  

It’s actually quite funny if you think about it. Between the two of them JM is most definitely the shiest, but JM is most definitely the better one at expressing himself. Y’all can obviously disagree with me, but from where I stand, my twin-flame is actually smart as hell one day people will finally acknowledge that, but he is not the best with words. I’m sure in JK’s Utopia, the world is a place where people sing to each other in order to communicate, instead of spoken words. Alas, this is not JM-blood thirsting Vampire Utopia, and in the world where we presently live, JK seems to be the type who’s first reaction to stressful situations is finding the funny side of things and when that fails then he needs to do something about it; anything.

Now, as always, everyone is entitled to their opinions, in fact, many have made it very clear that to them JK was feeling “off” in these episodes, but to me, not only he was being his typical weird self, but I also I discovered a few new aspects, for example, when he truly cares about something, his devotion has really no limits. But let me use some images, and some words, to better explain how I perceived JK in these two episodes. Remember how JK once substituted the word Love with Jimin, in a Boy with Luv lyric Jimin nothing stronger? Well I’d like to do the same thing and sub the word Love with JK in the following very famous biblical paragraph and associate specific moments in both episodes to each line:

JK is patient, 

If this is not the testament sequence of a man who’s been waiting to spend time with you, no matter what, then I don’t know what else is.

JK is kind.

He does not envy, he does not boast, he is not proud.  

He does not dishonor others, he is not self-seeking, 

LOL … one day JK will be able to pull a prank on JM; I believe in you.

He is not easily angered, he keeps no record of wrongs.

I shouldn’t have to say this, but ... there are no “wrongs” done between JM & JK, what they do with each other is joke, have accidents and play around - but gotta say this just in case!

Last but not least, though JK was coughing like there was no tomorrow, wouldn’t you think that JM being vehemently sick, would be grounds for the whole show to be cancelled? In fact, we didn’t even know there was going to be a show, so nobody would have missed anything and at some point they could have used the footage in a bangtan-bomb, or during Festa, or something. … The fact that they were willing to keep going and even show us themselves in such a vulnerable state, the fact that because of it JM was so worried and doubting almost everything, and the fact that JK ultimately wasn’t worried and regretted nothing, kinda reinforced for me just how much they truly wanted to be together on that trip at that time it was basically overdue. 

In conclusion, though my Twin-flame’s strongest suit isn’t communication, and his recollection of events may or may not be as accurate due to emotional perception, his heart is ALWAYS in the right place, sturdy, confident and ready to let JK be the best he can be, at all times. I mean, you don’t have to take my word for anything I've just said but below is JK a mere 10 days after they separated from NYC/Connecticut ... look at him ... giddy AF and hella playful if you ask me and once again … weverse pining.

I guess one alone trip wasn’t enough after all 😉.

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo.

[sithfox]

Still working on my fic for day five of @foxquinweek, so here's a snippet for y'all! Prompt is 'Fox kills the Chancellor'.

"Uh," Fox replies eloquently, the word croaking out. He coughs and begins again. "I may have done something very, very illegal."

"You do that every other Taungsday," Quinlan answers easily. "What's different about today to make you sound like the ghost of Jango Fett did the polka for you?"

[dotthings]

Y'all. I understand Misha got some inappropriately attacking responses to his political tweets. It's okay to be upset about that. Accounts threatening Misha informing him that no one will want his signed scripts ever again. A certain BNF accusing him of not caring and then getting enraged he shared a video of his summer travels and that this makes him a hypocrite. Some salty bitter Jensen stan yelling at Misha that he's lost all their respect when they very obviously never respected him in the first place and who spitefully and callously said it would serve Misha right if Trump won.

But this stepford fandom nonsense where no one can disagree with Misha, especially when he invites and engages in political discussion, while a few Misha stans practice gaslighting and denialism about what the actual problems are with the concepts Misha's expressed, and others are shoveling toxic positivity pushing unconditional support and agreement, or are pushing doomspiral election interference false narratives that just reinforce the problem, is not it.

People are allowed to disagree with a celebrity they admire.

I examined many of the responses to Misha on IG and twitter. Outside of the few who were inappropriate, it isn't petty, it isn't hate, it isn't dance monkey dance, it's not concern trolling, and people aren't cancelling him. People are giving eloquent, informed replies in large numbers and they are making good points. I hope Misha is listening.

I'll share in a separate post what I'm thinking, but I wanted it separate from spn standom drama. And any Misha stans who give ME blowback for expressing myself are giant hypocrites. They'd be endorsing the idea that only Misha has a right to speak about politics, but his fans don't. It's okay to disagree but there's some real actual valid concerns going on.

[jaigalorad]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 happy new year y'all !! Allow be to begin by saying my deepest gratitude to the rp community here where each and every one of you have expressed the art and literature i crave for. Last year was filled with life changes that includes new research opporunities at the JPL labs at caltech ( A DREAM COME TRUE ) alongside my work at nasa so writing has become a luxury i hope to reclaim soon enough. I'm grateful for my friends and family that helped me with my journey, and so excited to see what's in store next !! Without further ado, ima shout - out you lovelies 💙 💙 💙

@vuulpecula : i don't think i really need to say, but imma say it anyway. I've had one of the largest growths writing with you. Your creativity makes my muse's heart jump around in ways I never thought possible in the last five years. Like, I really began to like writing again ? Ohhhhh my gosh starbuck you have a superpower and it's insane. Despite my writing pace, I crave our plots together, so thank you for being one of the best people this planet has been gifted by <3 I love you so much starbuck, please be aware of reply attacks soon

@galaxycrxss : AAAASH AIGHT SO there's just simply too much to say about you that I can't express in words. You single handedly saved my blog all those years ago with your amaing lil hiro. your clone boys and other amazing muses, each one just so purely written. We both know dave plagerized you smh. You keep tabs on me all the time, and this is a constant gesture I will always keep close to my heart, because I'm simply lucky to have you and my friend. Thank you for the great expereience, here's to more this year !!

@debelltio : alistair, ohhh where do I begin ? From headcanons to plot ideas you never cease to end the boundless creativity. I'm utterally entranced by your writing, I hope you know I'll always be your admirer, just as much as I am thankful that we've come across years ago &lt;3

@acharnemcnt : AME omg may I please scream about you ? The amount of passion I read from you sparks inspiration. The headcanons are so eloquently written I can't help but think what my muses think / do in similar senarios. You are a gift in the rpc and a gift to this planet. Thank you for writing with me, I can't wait for more shenanigans !!

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 & 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : thank you so so much for being in the rpc. This community isn't the same without you. I hope to reach out to y'all very soon and very excited to scream together !!

@commandsir , @aniimvs , @ofpolitics , @alootus , @jedimessiah , @adversitybloomed , @sithsjedi , @lmperiums , @paramounticebound , @spokewar , @glorylead , @moonofiego , @mpiremoff , @techniiciian

[sparrow-in-the-field]

Alright I'm saying one more thing and then I'm shutting the fuck up because it ain't my damn business and I don't think most of y'all care about my opinion anyway. I kinda get the feeling that some of y'all don't even like me, so I might as well keep being a damn stick in the mud.

Before this account (on here and my AO3), I had another that was part of a huge fandom. Like, millions of people, hundreds of thousands of kudos on AO3 huge. So the 10% rule meant that there were a lot of crazies.

The culture in that fandom (at least my little corner of it) was to block and move on. Don't engage. Don't waste your time. Block. Move on.

You don't have to ask someone else to block you. The button is free. You can block them.

But then you won't be able to give them a piece of your mind! A real "gotcha" moment that proves you're right! I'll let you in on a secret: they don't care.

All they care about is getting attention, and you engaging at all is feeding exactly into what they want, no matter how eloquent or witty or correct your reply is. I know it's far less thrilling, but the way to actually make them feel icky and stupid is to ignore them. They say knowingly irritating shit, but no one so much as bats an eye? Not a single note to their post or ask in their inbox?? That is their nightmare. So the easiest way to do that? Block. Them.

[bosspigeon]

there’s no “right way” to be trans or to transition so any trans masc person (or any person at all) that makes you think you’re “being trans wrong” is just transphobic! whatever way of being makes you feel comfortable is the right way for you! gender is made up anyways so if someone is upset about a guy having and keeping his breasts then they’re dumb.

thank uuuuu QAQ

[mcybank]

LOSING GAME ; S.H (3)

summary hooking up with steve harrington was meant to be a one-time thing. What's the worst that could happen if it exceeds its limit? A relationship with a guy that is clearly not over his first love.

warnings eddie munson himself, drug consumption | angst: regret, pining, attempts at moving on, concealing feelings, and all that jazz

word count 2.9k

࿐ ˚ . ✦ part three to the losing game series click here to read part one click here to read part two

author's note: this was meant to be a lot longer, but this is setting up for a long ass angsty chapter next (with a lot of drama). i really hope y'all enjoyed this!! feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions!! thank you so much for the support on this series y'all make me cry happy tears

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Steve Harrington knew better than anyone the power of first love. Although Nancy wasn't his first everything, she was the first person he did all of the everythings with and associated with love. She was the first person who broke down the walls he wasn't aware he had up; she was the first person who made him want to be a guy she could trust and rely on.

Maybe continuing to see her weaved within such a light was stupid of him.

He didn't think that she was better than you—not at all—but the way he felt with her was different from what he felt with you. There was a comfortable imbalance when he was with Nancy: she was responsible to an unwavering degree while he was just trying his best. But it was different with you. That might have been the reason why you were friends for longer than you were a couple.

In some ways, you matched his energy. In Steve's eyes, you were perfect, with a layer of chaos taped on every edge of your person. He found comfort in that, but after his mind began comparing you to Nancy, he came to the conclusion that the comfort with you was too comfortable compared to Nancy.

Nancy kept him on his toes. She tried to polish every part of his life to the best of her abilities. You, on the other hand, let Steve do whatever he wanted. Who were you to force him to focus on things he doesn't like? You were barely getting through everything yourself, trying your best to keep up with the pace life took you at, and you nor Steve were in any place to push each other harder than you'd already done.

You weren't sure when it all went downhill—you didn't want to find out, either—but it did, and there's nothing you could've done to change that. If Steve truly couldn't let go of Nancy, then you had to do your best to let go of him.

No matter what it was going to take, you were going to push Steve Harrington out of your mind. Even though he was your best friend. Even though he was the one person who had been there with you through everything. Even though he made you smile the hardest, even before you had entered into a relationship. You had to let him go.

If Chrissy thought paying Eddie Munson was a great idea to turn your, as she eloquently phrased 'frown upside down,' you weren't going to deny her. After all, you and the head of the Hellfire Club go back, and a reunion was bound to arrive.

Asking her why she was on visitation terms with Eddie was caught in your throat. You were going to find out, anyway.

"So," Chrissy started, clearing her throat. "This stays between us."

A corner of your lips tugs up in a smirk. "Sure, but why?" It wasn't like you were looking for an answer sufficient enough to keep whatever this was a secret; you would've kept the secret anyway. "Does Jason know?" Jason was her long-term boyfriend.

"No," she replied instantly, eyebrows raising. "And there's nothing that should be known either—I'm not doing... anything with Eddie. But you know how Jason is." Her words were honest, with no hint of malice or deceit. You believed her. You thought that Chrissy was an angel sent from above and that you had truly scored the best-friendship lottery with her.

There were many things you'd done with her that had been kept between the two of you because, like she said, Jason was the way he was. And although you considered the boy a good friend, he wasn't the best person when it came to emotions with anybody other than Chrissy.

As you pulled into Forest Hills, you were greeted by Max Mayfield walking out of her house with her headphones secured around her head. When her eyes landed upon your car, a twinge of excitement etched her features before being boiled down by confusion.

Her footsteps hurried to your side of the car, and you pulled the window down to greet her. "Max!" Chrissy's skin flushed slightly as she meekly waved her hand at the new high schooler.

Max's long, red hair was tied up, and her gleaming blue eyes looked into yours. "I never thought I'd see you—and you—over here."

Chrissy let out a small hum. "I live right around here."

Max slightly nodded, eyes bouncing from you to Chrissy, confusion she didn't bother hiding all over her face. Once she'd padded away from your vision, you parked the car and tilted your head to gesture Chrissy out of the car.

Aside from Max, Chrissy didn't have to worry about anybody from school finding her here. On the other hand, you had stopped caring enough to keep up with niceties and everything you had succumbed to since your break up.

The walk to the Munson trailer went by in a blur. Chrissy tugged you by your hand, guiding you. The two of you stopped after climbing up the two steps and were right in front of the door. You slowly inched your ear closer, trying to determine if there was anything going on inside. The beat of a rock song filtered through the house, crawling out of the door.

Within seconds of Chrissy knocking, your eyes fell onto the tall figure and sumptuous curly hair of Eddie Munson. You didn't try to hide your eyes from scanning him from head to toe for a small moment—the worn-out band shirt and blue jeans that you were sure were darker at some point. His woodsy scent mixed with a splash of weed hit your nostrils like a brick, and you were suddenly reminded of who Eddie Munson was.

It seemed that he had the same realization because his smile was slowly creeping away from his face, and the same look of confusion Max had on was beginning to take over his features.

"I hope it's okay that I brought Y/N," Chrissy said, breaking the silence with an awkward smile as she bunched her hands together in front of the stomach.

Eddie shook his head, his hair slightly shaking at the action, before he replied, "Uh, yeah—yeah, of course."

Your lips curved upwards as he opened the door wider and motioned the two of you in. It was your first time being in Eddie's house, and you took it all in. From the coffee table to the small kitchen, the hallway led to his bedroom, from what you assumed.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but," he trailed off, eyes finding yours, as he searched for his words. "What are you doing here?"

You gulped and shrugged. "I don't know either."

Chrissy, who was behind you, placed her hands on your shoulders and looked at him. "I thought she needed something, so I brought her here. I hope that's okay."

"You already said that, Chris," you mumbled, suddenly feeling awkward in the situation. As soon as you caught onto her words, your head snapped in her direction.

"I'm fine!" you exclaimed. "I thought you wanted something, so I brought you here. I'm completely fine."

Her face looked borderline devious.

Eddie stared at the two of you, and that was when you noticed his dilated pupils. He raised his hands and backed away. "As long as you got the cash, sweetheart," he mumbled.

You weren't going to mention that your wallet was at your house—where you'd initially thought you were heading.

"Oh, she does," Chrissy said.

You were planning on talking to Chrissy later about this completely new information, but you weren't going to press her in front of him.

Ten minutes passed, and you held a perfectly rolled joint in your hand.

After twenty minutes, your mind was becoming foggier, and your tongue had loosened from its previous restraints.

Even though you weren't talking directly with Eddie, you still noticed the shy glances he sent your way when he thought you weren't looking. That part of this situation got a lot worse when Chrissy announced that she had to go back home. Something about helping her dad with something.

"I'll take you," you instantly offered, considering you drove her there.

She waved a hand in your direction. "I live like, right here. I'll walk. Stay here and let the high wear off." Those were words you never thought you'd hear her say. "If that's okay with you," she added, glancing toward Eddie.

He shrugged with a kind of forced nonchalance.

The house was blanketed in silence when Chrissy walked out of the door. It wasn't the comfortable kind, but rather the kind where two people were racking their brains to find something appropriate to say. In this case, said people were so far away from the point of thinking straight due to the power of the little joint in their hands.

"You've been good?" Eddie asked after what seemed like an eternity.

You smiled slightly, just enough to let him know you were grateful for him attempting to walk the two of you out of the vicinity of awkwardness. "Yeah." The lie came easy. "And you?"

You knew Eddie, but not to the point that he could detect when you were lying. That was why you were surprised when he slammed you hard with two measly words: "Stop lying."

You were sure he didn't intend to strike a nerve, but you couldn't help but glower at him.

It didn't phase him, as he continued by explaining, "Dustin talks."

Oh, Dustin. Little, sweet, annoyingly intelligent beyond the realms of one his age. Of course, he would spread the word about your breakup, and of course, Steve would tell Dustin about it.

If only Dustin had talked more about Eddie's life to you, you would've been able to form a retort.

"I think Harrington's an ass."

You coughed, and a cloud of smoke escaped your lips. "Christ, Eddie. Why'd you have to mention him?"

"Because," he started, shrugging a shoulder. "We used to be friends," he paused. "Kind of. And I'm the kind of person that wouldn't let a friend crumble over a stupid jock." His words were laced with sarcasm, but you barely caught the last half of his sentence as your gaze was fixed on the hand that reached out to pluck the joint out of your fingers.

Although his arms were relaxed, you could see the faint hint of the veins crawling under his skin as his fingers wrapped around the end of the brown paper, slightly brushing against yours.

You were snapped out of your stupor when your hand was empty. "I'm not crumbling," you scrambled out quickly. He took a puff, turned his head to the side, and let the smoke seep out of his mouth, careful to not let it blow onto your face. "I don't need you to therapize me."

"I'm not trying to therapize you," he defended. "You don't need that, I know." He pointed a finger in your direction to punctuate his words. "What you need is to not wallow in your sadness while trying to put on an obviously fake happy face when you're around people."

You didn't bother denying his claim. "What do you suggest then, shrink?"

He pondered, and you stared at him while he did. His brows furrowed, and a small wrinkle appeared above his nose as he looked skyward. "I have a place in mind."

Five, seven, ten, thirteen, fourteen days. Every second passed with Steve forcing himself to believe he had everything he wanted, and he did. He had gotten exactly what he'd wished for, and he didn't try to stop himself from relishing in it.

His fingers smoothened the white t-shirt as his eyes fell upon his face in the mirror. A faint blush was coating his cheeks, and he felt it, too. The warmth spread all over his features, ran down his neck, and buried itself in his stomach like a band of fluttering butterflies.

But how long had it been since he'd seen you? This had to be the longest the two of you had gone without seeing each other.

His hair was a mess, mostly because he'd spent most of the day above Nancy's sheets and pillows that smelled exactly like her. Her, who he'd wanted for as long as he could remember. Her, who at one point, he imagined would be the only one to make him reach a stage of joy he'd never even grazed a finger against before. Her, his first.

And also her, who showed him a form of kindness he'd rarely seen duplicated on anybody else. The kind of kindness that prompts her to restlessly question him about you to ask him how you were doing and ask him if she should apologize to you.

Steve was never able to give Nancy a sufficient answer to those questions. He didn't know how you were doing. You hadn't stopped by the ice cream shop at the mall while he worked, not even to visit Nancy. He'd wondered if you were trying to avoid him, considering you used to visit Scoops Ahoy nearly every day just to get your favorite sugary delight. That was what prompted him to pick up extra shifts and change it up to see if you would drop by when you knew he wouldn't be there.

You didn't.

He asked Robin if she'd spoken with you, but it seemed that he'd asked her in a way that made her think he didn't care and made her refrain from answering him at all.

After a few days, he began working at his usual times again and never asked Robin about you again. In fact, neither of them were able to mention your name around each other. You were doing fine, he assumed. He'd apologize to you thoroughly when he was ready to because even after two weeks, he felt as though seeing you would crumble his defenses into a rubble of nothing.

His fingers slid into his pocket to retrieve his car keys. Nancy said that she wanted to go on a drive; it was related to something about how the sky was the clearest it had been in a while, and it would be fun to drive around under the moonlight until they reached a patch of grass to lay on.

When he opened her bedroom door, he was greeted by the sight of Lucas and Dustin walking out of Mike's room with a small bag in each of their hands. He waved at them, and they waved back.

Mrs. Wheeler was on the couch, her legs crossed, as she flipped through the pages of a magazine. She didn't notice him.

Nancy was leaning against his car in the driveway, a book in her hand that she had been devouring over the last few days.

He gazed at her, and a small feeling of joy erupted in his chest.

He bent his neck as she craned hers upwards to place a peck against her lips. Her lips tasted like ripe cherries, and that unwittingly reminded him of how yours tasted like a mix of strawberries and a gloss you called 'frost,' which he adored licking off your lips.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked her once his foot hit the pedal and the car began moving.

His eyes were focused on the road, but his right hand reached out to take ahold of hers.

"Just planning on finishing up some work for my internship," she replied, slowly stretching her fingers to intertwine with his.

He nodded. They didn't have much time to spend with each other, but they managed to squeeze in a few hours of the day once they were free of any commitments. He had started to help around the house a bit more than he used to: he cleaned up every time he had the chance to rid his mother of the responsibility, and he brewed three cups of coffee for himself and his parents along with a warm cup of milk for his little brother.

As he drove past the rows of trees and mostly empty sidewalks, his gaze fell upon a shadow outside a small bar near your friend Jason's house. He'd been there before, and it was probably the only place in Hawkins that played loud music aside from the house parties around the area. His car slowed in speed as he directed his eyes to a shadow that seemed to look extremely familiar. The hair that cascaded down was the same shade he was running his fingers through over two weeks ago, and the curves on the body seemed to match the ones he soothingly massaged over two weeks ago...

It couldn't have been you.

"Steve?" Nancy's voice made him realize that he was stuck in his head and thinking about you. Thinking that a stranger entering a bar was you and imagining you, reliving the moments he'd shared with you like a broken record in the comfort of his mind.

"Hmm?" he hummed, turning on the street in the opposite direction of the bar.

"You looked like you saw a ghost. Don't do that when you're driving," she chastised.

He cracked a smile, shaking his head. "Sorry," he mumbled. But still, the image of the shadow, your shadow, was stuck in his head, and he tried to decipher every detail to figure out if it was truly you.

And while Steve drove away to find a stop to gaze at the stars, you were in the middle of a throng of people with the Corroded Coffin's members preparing their instruments and mics to perform.

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hi shyna! congrats on 100 followers, you deserve so much more and so much love! <3 if it’s still available i would like to request dessert, flour, cumin, cinnamon the characters are kuroo and tsukishima. i am a infp-t and my pronouns are she/her. :) <3

KURISUUUUUUUUUU ILYSVM THANK YOU<3333....also I now know that you're an INFJ now, so Imma factor that in :D To get to write about our favorites omg I love this, lets go!!

I Think I've Seen This Film Before

features: tetsuro kuroo x f!reader, kei tsukishima x f!reader

final dish for: @hyeque

type of writing: drabble

trope: love triangle, domestic au

warnings: major angst, descriptive of toxic relationships, oh, and timeskip spoilers (not much i guess, just the occupations probably)

beta reading: @mrskenmakozume (you’re a lifesaver ily)

number of words: 988 (not including the song lyrics)

song: exile by taylor swift ft. bon iver

prompt: “Well, this is not what I expected to happen.” “You said you needed me - the feeling’s mutual. You make me believe in the beautiful. You said I held your heart together, made you better. You made me fall, every day, and I’d do it all the same.” - @sleepyprompts

a/n: it was for this Drabble that I’d made a poll and by the majority, y’all decided that Tsukki was the ex and Kuroo the current 🤣🤣 i hope y'all enjoy this nevertheless

Made with Love: 100 Followers Event (closed)

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

The annual Japanese V.League Celebration Gala attracted a sizable crowd. While speaking with one of the potential sponsors for the upcoming All-Stars Match, (Y/N) had her man's arm around her waist. She looked at him, clad in a blue three-piece suit, white shirt, brown shoes, and a red tie, and was chatting with eloquence and ease. She ran her fingers through Tetsuro's jet-black hair and fiddled with it for a while. He smiled back as her (f/c) off-shoulder gown and the sparkling jewelry adorned her (h/c) hair that she left open, accentuating her beauty.

In a world where everything is fleeting and attachments are short-lived, she felt grateful to be with him. Although a peculiar emotion overtook her as she saw a familiar bespectacled light blonde-haired man wearing a black suit, blue shirt, and black shoes gaze at her scornfully, as he looked at both of them as they were laughing, from the corner of her eye. She had excused herself to go to the restroom, and on her way there, someone grabbed her wrist and brought her to a halt. She opens her eyes to realize it's her ex, Kei Tsukishima, the Sendai Frogs’  Middle Blocker.

I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me Second, third and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

“Kei,” she exclaimed, her mouth gaping open. Then she flicked her hand away from him. “I shouldn't be surprised you're here, because I noticed you staring while Tetsuro was with me.”

Kei replied, “I need to speak with you,” clicking his tongue in annoyance. “What is there to talk about, Kei? I'm with someone else now. You’ve had your chance,” (Y/N) retorted, frowning at him, she continues as she dashed towards the restroom.

“I really need to talk to you,” Kei implored. She then folded her arms, her (e/c) orbs staring right at his golden-colored eyes. "Go on then," she said honestly. “Talk, but keep it short and sweet. Isn't that how you usually like it?” 

Taking a deep breath, he softly looked at her, his eyes conveying a genuine sense of regret, and confessed: “I am not only here to attend the gala, but I also wanted to apologize to you.”  “For what?” She replied, narrowing her eyes. Kei began to stutter, “I…I need…” 

“What is it this time, Kei?” she chided, approaching him. “What exactly do you need? Because the last time I checked, you told me to leave and to never return from our home, Kei,” she added, her voice a little louder.

This caused Kei to flinch back, tears welling up in his eyes. “I need you back, (Y/N),” he sobbed. “I made a grave mistake,” he sobbed as he grabbed her hands, holding them tight. “I'm still in love with you, (Y/N).  I should not have misinterpreted-” 

“Misinterpreted what, Kei?” (Y/N) asked, pulling her hands away from his. “How dare you assume I cheated on you just because of my interaction with Tetsuro! Ever since the first time we met, you always had something to say to me. When I dropped my gym bag, you told me to watch where I was going, even though you were clearly in the way. You mocked my love of volleyball while you had to deal with your issues about-” 

“Stop, just stop!” Kei closed his eyes and cried. “I'm not finished until I've gotten this baggage off my chest.” She stopped talking and let him continue. 

“You were there for me when I was still apprehensive about my perception of volleyball,” he continued. “You congratulated me after I succeeded in reconciling with my brother. You were worried for me when I injured my finger during our match with Shiratorizawa, at the Nationals, and when my confidence seemed to crumble apart.” He smiled at you weakly. “You taught me that it was okay to be vulnerable in front of someone and have them accept you, no matter what. You said you needed me - the feeling’s mutual. You make me believe in the beautiful. You said I held your heart together, made you better. (Y/N), you made me fall, every day, and I’d do it all the same.” Kei shook his head. “But it all came to an end one day. You called it off. I thought I was okay with it at first, but I'm not. I need you-”

I think I've seen this film before, And I didn't like the ending I'm not your problem anymore, So who am I offending now? You were my crown, now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before, So I'm leavin' out the side door

“Oya oya oya?” Both of them suddenly turned around to see Tetsuro walking up to them in the corridor, chuckling. “Well, this is not what I expected to happen. My ex-best friend and my girlfriend, confronting each other.”

(Y/N) put her hand forward. “Babe, I can handle this.” She looked at Kei and said, “Please don't look past what went wrong with our relationship. Regardless of how it started, what we had, hurt. I could never get you to open up your feelings for anything, but you had no problem passing remarks whenever I did something slightly wrong. We bickered constantly, which at first seemed adorable because I always believed that we'd become stronger... but no, it got worse.”

“I gave you so many chances when you apologized,” she continued, then pointed at Tetsuro. “You even accused him of flirting with me when the truth is we were poking fun at you. That night, when you saw me inside the cafe with Tetsuro, I was venting out to him about you; he never made a move on me. When I came back home, you and I had a huge argument and it all came back to our past. I thus learned that you'd never change.”

“It's over, Kei. I wish you all the best,” she said, giving him a lukewarm smile, before turning on her heels and going back to where the gala is, leaving the two men alone. A few moments later, Kei heard Tetsuro speak, “Tsukki, if you only told her the truth...” He then walked in the opposite direction, leaving him to clench his fists in despair.

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I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.

It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.

She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.

Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.

***

“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”

She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.

Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”

“Well, I make a —”

“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.

“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”

“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.

“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”

“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”

Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”

She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”

His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”

She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”

“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”

“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.

“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”

“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”

(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”

Jason smirked. “No.”

“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”

“Thank—”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.

“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”

(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“Then let me help.”

“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.

***

Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.

“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”

(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”

He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”

“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”

“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”

“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”

“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.

“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”

He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”

“Even Batman?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”

“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”

“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”

“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”

“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”

She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.

“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.

“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”

Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”

“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”

He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”

(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”

“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.

“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”

Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”

“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”

“It isn’t,” he glowered.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”

“She non-lethal?”

“Mhm.”

They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”

“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”

They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.

“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”

“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.

“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”

“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”

(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.

“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”

Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.

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My Little Siren (2/4) (Yan!JoJoxBlack!FemReader)

Writer's block had me in a chokehold ngl lol. I won't post part 3 until after my trip next Tuesday. If y'all can guess which jojo this is, I'll give you a cookie lol

PART1

PART3

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Also extra notes:

Here's a reference of y/n in this chapter: https://imgur.com/a/JyVxpGc

Also, the song used: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJ50rvySDCk

Enjoy!

Math has never been your forte, but you are confident that you passed that exam. Walking to your dorm, you see a bunch of girls crowding around your door, including your roommate Tiana. You walk up to your roommate, confused about the commotion.

“Ti, what the hell is going on?”

“Looks like you got an admirer girl and a rich one at that!” She responds, eyes glued to the door. You follow her eyes to see the door covered in roses, looking similar to a rose gate. In the middle is a pinned envelope, yet to be touched. You walk towards the ominous envelope, maneuvering through the crowd of curious young women. With hesitation, you unpin the envelope from the door, opening it with trembling hands.

‘My love, your beauty continues to perplex me. Your eloquent voice and bright intelligence just make my love for you stronger. It’s hard to stay away, as your smile always brightens my day. One day my love, we will finally meet.

-J’

‘It’s him again.’ You think to yourself as you take another look at the roses. Despite the initial surprise, you can’t help but appreciate the mysterious gesture. The crowd soon dispersed, leaving only you and Tiana.

“Do you have any clue who this guy could be?”

“No clue Ti. Also, I don’t have class tomorrow so it’s gonna be wash day.”You mention, making her pat your back in solidarity. Since childhood, you’ve been raised to love your natural hair but lord knows that dense hair has its gripes. You go into your dorm to gather your hair products for tomorrow.

“What song are you gonna perform next?”

“I was thinking ‘Delilah by Florence and the Machine’.” You reply, undoing your pineapple bun. Tiana hums in approval, remembering the time you two went to see the artist in Seattle last year. You begin to detangle your hair while Tiana leaves for her evening class. This admirer is still in your mind as you finish sectioning your hair. So many thoughts considering this person’s identity.

Are they in my class?

Have I seen them before?

Do they even go to this school?

How did they find my dorm?

You prepare for bed, not sure what to expect tomorrow.

You wake up, feeling refreshed and ready for the day. You collect your bag of supplies, grateful Tiana left early so you can have the bathroom to yourself. The hot water turns on, filling the room with steam as you step into the shower. Hot water running through your hair and down the curves of your body, it's the most relaxed you’ve felt in weeks. The satisfaction of scrubbing your scalp free of dirt and hot water down your back has you in complete bliss. The sound of books being knocked over interrupts your peace, startling you.

“Ti, is that you?!” You holler, anxiety rising when you get no answer. You finish putting conditioner on the last section of hair before turning the shower off. You tiptoe out of the shower, still hearing those booming footsteps. Now realizing that it’s definitely not your roommate, you freeze in fear, afraid of what the intruder is possibly capable of. You hear the sound of rummaging and drawers being opened, confirming in your mind that you’re being robbed. The booming footsteps almost echo in the room before the door shuts completely. You muster up the courage to leave the bathroom, relieved that the assailant is gone, and start checking the room for missing items. Tiana’s side of the room was thankfully left untouched, but you can’t say the same for your space. Your belongings are scattered on the floor, your bed looking like someone just immersed themselves into your bedding. You then turn towards your laundry basket, which has been obviously rummaged through. You check to see that of few items are missing. A band t-shirt, your favorite black lace bra, and a pair of pajamas. Giving yourself a minute to process this, you’re no longer frightened, more perplexed than anything else.

“Who the hell steals dirty laundry?!” Tiana exclaims, tying up her braids.

“I have no clue. Probably some creep from the frat houses.” You muttered. Inside, you were still shaking but you at least wanted to keep your composure for work tonight. You make a note to report the incident Monday morning.

‘I'm drifting through the halls with the sunrise

(Holding on for your call)

Climbing up the walls for that flashing light

(I can never let go)

Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

(Holding on for your call)

Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

(But maybe not tonight)’

Your melodic voice entices the audience. Your flowing sky blue dress with flowers adorning the sleeves and voluminous afro adds to the elegance of the performance. You start to forget the frightening incident as you practically drown yourself in the song.

‘It's a different kind of danger

And the bells are ringing out

And I'm calling for my mother

As I pull the pillars down

It's a different kind of danger

And my feet are spinning around

Never knew I was a dancer

Til Delilah showed me how’

Despite the song being a lot different from what you usually sing, the audience is still receptive and cheering you on. You even spin around in your dress to add flare.

‘Now I'm dancing with Delilah

And her vision is mine

(Holding on for your call)

Different kind of danger in the daylight

(I can never let go)

Took anything to cut you I can find

(Holding on for your call)

Different kind of danger in the daylight

(Can't you let me know?)’

While you’re giving your all, a tall young man watches from the back of the restaurant. His eyes gleam at your curvy figure, and the way your body sways makes his heart jump out of his chest. The shine on your lips, your bright smile, he wonders what it’s like to kiss you.

‘Now it's one more boy and is one more line

(Holding on for your call)

Taking the pills just to pass the time

(I can never say no)

Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

(Holding on for your call)

Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

(But maybe not tonight)

It's a different kind of danger

And the bells are ringing out

And I'm calling for my mother

As I pull the pillars down

It's a different kind of danger

And my feet are spinning around

Never knew I was a dancer

Til Delilah showed me how’

If he could, he would’ve stayed in your dorm for a while. Your scent was just so intoxicating.

Mango

Shea Butter

Cherry Blossoms

Oh, If only he could’ve talked to you that day but he didn’t want to frighten you. He’s content with admiring from afar for now.

‘It's a different kind of danger

And my feet are spinning around

Never knew I was a dancer

Til Delilah showed me how

Too fast for freedom

Sometimes it all falls down

These chains never leave me

I keep dragging them 'round

Too fast for freedom

Sometimes it all falls down

These chains never leave me

I keep dragging them 'round’

As the song ends and the audience gives their usual praises, he leaves the cafe with a rapid heartbeat and a soft smile. He now knows what he must do to have you, his beautiful angel.

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Chapter 15 revised

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 15 The Alley

Jungkook swung around, searching for her in the dark. Bodies gyrated against each other, but even in the dark he could differentiate between her and everyone else.

"YN!" he kept calling out in vain.

The last thing he saw as he drained his champagne had been watching her excitedly scream and hug Adora, as they stepped off the podium and walked back into the audience.

Looking for her in the club was like trying to find a needle in a haystack of scantily dressed women. He messaged several times, but no reply. Frustrated, he headed back to their booth.

He finally found her in a further booth elsewhere, popping her heels back on and reaching for her handbag, by the looks of it as though she was leaving.

"Hey," he called out to her, for a moment forgetting that they had had a fight. "Fuck," he managed under his breath as he took her in, and so did half the male population in the nearest fifty mile radius it seemed.

YN didn't even bat an eyelid and carried on, for the door.

"Hey love," smiled Adora as YN came into view, "Ready to go? The others are waiting."

"Hey you," she smiled back at her warmly, Jungkook still staring blankly. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Going somewhere?" he asked annoyed at the silence and wanting her to answer him, to acknowledge him mere existence.

"Let's go," YN smiled at Adora, who looked a little confused at Jungkook but understood where she was coming from. Trust was imperative. Without it we have nothing.

"Look can we talk?" He grabbed her hand.

"Oh here we go," Jimin pushed his phone back into his jeans, grabbed some snacks as he swung his legs athletically over the sofa, Jin putting his drink down.

"Wait wait, I don't wanna spill my drink."

Both watched as YN felt beyond uncomfortable to be reacting to Jungkook in such a way that they felt it was entertainment, that her feelings, her emotions, her principles were entertaining.

"Am I the running entertainment in your house?" she looked at the gathering six, excluding her new mortal enemy. "Apparently you've all got too much time on your hands if you are all suddenly so invested in my personal life.." she cut through them like a sharp knife, "Should I start selling you tickets since you all so fondly wish to bet upon me?"

Guilted into silence, YN refused to further react to any of them, and kept walking.

"I suggest y'all get some lives," she shot back one last time angrily, her natural New York accent pushing through thickly. "Because I'm getting sick of you all."

Jungkook sighed, following after her calling out her name.

"Baby, you gotta talk to me sometime," he sang nervously trying but failing to inject some humour in the situation.

YN stopped, swung around and gave him a scoff and a roll of the eye. All things he was getting used to as a form of competent communication from her.

"If you weren't so emotionally damaged, maybe instead of acting like a child, we could discuss this like adults."

That was enough to light a stick of dynamite now.

"Oh shit..." Namjoon rubbed his temple, "JK's got a death wish doesn't he?"

"I'm emotionally damaged? I'm emotionally damaged?" she stepped closer and pointed to herself as she said the words slowly, enunciating every syllable.

"I'm emotionally damaged because I don't bat my eyelids at the Golden Maknae? That I don't fall in a bumbling heap at your over shined boots? That I don't blush everytime you look my way?"

"I didn't mean it like that—" he was flustered, and for someone eloquent in the Korean language it sure didn't feel like his first language all of a sudden.

"Then how did you mean it? Because I don't sit here sharing my deepest darkest thoughts with you? I'm not allowed to not talk to you if I don't want to? Right about now, I'd rather be hanging out somewhere else."

He'd hurt her feelings, and it upset her that her feelings could be hurt in the first place, by Jeon fucking Jungkook of all people.

"That's being a bit dramatic isn't it?" he smiled in the way he did for ARMY and the public, looked around the room for a consensus but no one was giving it.

Seeing him smile like that, in that fake way he put on for others riled her up even more.

"So I'm emotionally unavailable and I'm dramatic now as well? Because I'm a woman? Or some other chauvinistic reason you wanna throw my way? I don't have to talk to you. I don't even have to acknowledge your existence. You know why? Because I still have that goddamn right not to asshole."

He watched her blaze up with all this pent up anger, frustration and it was so unexpected he didn't feel he could move from this very spot or say something. Jungkook didn't want to admit it, but he cared what she thought, cared that she felt she could come to him for help.

"It doesn't matter to me that to everyone else you are BTS'S Jungkook, this embodiment of masculinity with his chiseled physique, physical prowess, and steadfast morals and patriotism," she said so sarcastically, waving her hands in front of her.

"YNah, unnie let's go—" Adora pleaded for her friend's hurt heart.

"Aniyo, Na-ri yah," she replied back in Korean, laughing bitterly, "let's get this out the way, since apparently I don't say how I feel."

Her eyes focused back onto Jungkook with laser precision once again, and his feet felt like they were stuck in cement.

"My concern is that I made friends with Jungkook, not the Golden Maknae and you think it's OK to break trust. Break your word. I thought you stood for something different, but I guess you're just like every other guy. The sad thing is, I thought you were different Jungkook-ah. But you ain't, you're struggling with emotions and how to express them in a healthy manner, or accept that once in a while you're not so perfect as you think you are, and even you can be wrong. Even you make mistakes."

"Healthy manner? Have you seen the way you're acting with me right now?!"

"In nearly all my cases, it's been the right thing to do," she said calmly. "Don't raise your voice at me, improve your argument but I know you can't."

"Look why isn't the right thing to do right now to forgive me?" he held onto her hand, rubbing circles into it, trying to calm her.

"Not when you won't even acknowledge what you've done is wrong, and the only reason you're approaching me is because one of your hyungs probably tried to talk some sense into that empty head of yours," she waited, crossing her arms.

"That's not true," he said it as convincingly as he could.

"No," she decided, "Newsflash Jeon Ssi," as soon as his name left her lips he knew he was right back at the bottom of the never ending mountain that was Bang YN.

"I'm gonna change your life. I'm THAT girl. The one that doesn't fall for that wayward fake smile the rest of the world is so ready to accept, not when I know it's not real. Don't give your word to someone if you can't keep it Jeon," she said it so sadly.

Jungkook watched YN and wandered how many times she had walked out of a person's like that way, and never came back.

"Jungk—" Hope tried to get his attention even after she had become smaller as she disappeared off into the distance and she was no longer standing there. Everyone heard everything, and there was no joke or smirk he could give to make them forget either.

"I'm gonna take a walk, I'll see you guys back at the hotel."

**

How dare he! After everything, he was pulling out all the stops, with the innocent flirting and the touching.

Oh my god his touch, she sighed as she padded back to her room quietly, in the early hours of the morning.

"Attachments are dangerous. They mean that you care about someone or something. Which makes you vulnerable. Which gets your heart killed. Do not form attachments Bang YN."

"I must no longer get attached.. especially not to him. He'll get me killed or vice versa, and I like being alive," she chanted the mantra as she shook off the words, dismissing all thoughts hopelessly out of mind.

Not that it helped. She saw the yearning in his eyes, the way his lips parted involuntarily. She wasn't blind. She knew that Jungkook wanted her. And she wanted him too. But things had changed, after Kai, no one was worth more than her career; her goals; her happiness.

Chalking this one up to an experience gone bad, it’s become apparent that there’s more than just lust still lingering between them and that isn’t a good thing. Lust and sex he could handle since he met her, but he wanted the pain to end, the misery between them to end. This emotional rollercoaster was one he could do without. If she didn't want to be with him emotionally, maybe physically she would still want to? Any other emotions would only muddy the already murky waters between them.

Jungkook took in the night air, stopping by a lamppost a moment to close his eyes and take in her beauty without it being so obvious that he was staring at her. He wasn't afraid to admit that he was still enough of an dick to obsess over the flesh coloured bra he was licking his lips over, under that lace dress she wore this evening.

Not to mention the tips of her hard nipples that strained against the fabric. In his mind, he told himself that part was because of him.

Jungkook adjusted his now too-tight pants, deciding that coming here was a bad idea. He couldn't continue to torture himself this way. It was time to tell her his idea, he'd been thinking about it since he had stayed over at hers with Bam.

If it works? Fucking fantastic. If not, he'd move on. Maybe move to Siberia.

Walking slower than he usually did, he spotted her up ahead, walking alone. He waited to get her attention but she never looked to his side of the street. Pouting, he stood there wondering why.

Never short of admirers or dance partners. He felt overlooked, watching her from afar like a creep wanting to beat up anyone that came near her and claim her for his own.

Detouring from his side of the road, using its busy queues to slip away, Jungkook followed her to the alleyway behind the club, especially reserved for staff.

YN smokes? She'd never had a smoke in front of him, yet here she was, taking a drag, her head against a brick wall and her eyes closed.

“Hey!" her eyes flew open as someone grabbed the cigarette cleanly from her hand.

"Yah whaddaya doing out here on your own?" he looked to his right, a dead end where the staff smoking area was, and his left that was a dark long alley leading back out to the main road.

Not bothering to open her eyes to him again, she picked the cigarette off him and took a deep drag, blowing out smoke rings, finally responding with a “none ya business Jeon. Goodbye."

“How about the way you were dancing in there?" his voice was clipped, barely holding steady.

“I'm not answering on the grounds I don't give a shit." She opens her eyes and stands up, as if preparing for a fight. There goes that somersaulting feeling in his heart he ignores again.

“Be careful who you're with," he tells her, carefully setting the stage and trying not to ogle her gorgeous tits in that sexy-as-fuck dress. “I say it because I care.”

“Is this a joke? Are you seriously fucking with me right now. I made it crystal clear in there, leave me the fuck alone!"

“I’m not saying that your safety isn't important to me, I can assure you, it is.”

“I just can’t believe you came out here to tell me I can't have fun, dance with anyone even. What you drinking these days??”

“Me?” he asks, feeling his own face turn red in the dark. “Look at what’s happened to you. Never would you have let anyone close to you so readily, yet you let those guys paw at you, touch you like they mean it. You wouldn't take the shit those idiots were telling you to get into your knickers. Not the babygirl I knew.”

“Sweetheart, you have never known me," she says, each word forced out, brave as she says them. It has Jungkook staggering back, a shot to the gut, she may as well have put her fag out on him. YN seemed so brave, indignantly she stands in front of him.

Is she like this because of me?

Walking off, still smoking she finds herself a new cubby hole around the corner and finished her cigarette. Closing her eyes, she finally figured that he took the hint and got lost.

Jungkook couldn't understand it. She was telling him to basically go fuck off, yet she’s still the most gorgeous thing he'd ever had the privilege to see. Now he couldn't fucking stand it. For the first time since he was a scrawny high school kid he wasn't going to listen to anyone tell him YN wasn't his. He remembered every memory they shared, the way she set his heart on fire. Thoughts turned to the men dancing with her in the club.

He struggled, unable to push these dark thoughts out of his head; maybe it was the dark out of the way spot they were standing in, the fact he was here, that she was here and no one else. He shook his head.

"What the flying fuck is your problem?" she could still hear him breathing close by as he turned up. Again.

"No matter how much I try I just can't. It's been months and I'm struggling, I need you."

"So does everybody else. Nothing original."

Sad for an instant, YN looks away, the whole time he's trying to find the words to say, standing there, trying to figure out how to bring her comfort with his words. To take away whatever the hell had her feeling so different she had to go dancing on other men tonight. He swore if they weren't wearing clothes on the dancefloor she would have become pregnant by now.

Pregnant by some other pabo.

Before he could stop himself, instinct takes over. The heat burning in his gut bubbles up, not just the heartburn he feels from all that champagne.

**

Jungkook's movements are no longer his own as he possessively stalks over, pressing her up against the wall with an insatiable need to cover, protect, to heal her. Taking her arm he pressed a wet kiss inside of her elbow. Her sweet taste stirs something in his groin and suddenly he's ravenous, like he's never eaten before; biting down her arm to her wrist. When he reaches her fingers, throwing the out of character cigarette butt away, he draws each one into his mouth, sucking one, savoring her flavour.

"I want more, baby," he growled. "I can't control this any more. I'm not strong enough."

“Ya Jungkook,” she whispers, as her pupils dilate, not understanding him. "What the hell."

His next actions were far from romantic, or polite. He knew that. But he was all about adapting to the situation, and this one required it. Jungkook would have, if they were back at her hotel room or her apartment, pulled back, moved slow or been more gentle with her, but he tried to hint previously but that just brought him a one way ticket to ghost town with her. No. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

But now it was too late. Tugging on her short dress, an outfit he would never have let her leave the house wearing, if she'd been parading in that in front of him he would have done to her then what he was about to do now.

Sudden voices nearby had him out of his red mist as he realised they were in an alleyway. He pulled her further away from the street.

Jungkook pinned her up against the wall, bunching up her dress so he could reach underneath. This is better; he had more room to work his way up the inside of her legs. More room to test her, to feel her. It’s almost too much, this raw chemistry that wipes everything out of his head but her. At the same time, it’s not enough. YN holds her breath, making him stop.

"Don't do this," she grabbed his wrist powerfully. Shoving him off her, pulling her dress down she walked away catching a taxi back to the hotel as fast as she could.

**

YN tried to wipe tonight out of her memory as the taxi hurried to her hotel. Thankful he wasn't following, she was in the lift in a few minutes and then to her hotel room in five.

She'd only just managed to remove her shoes when the door rang.

Jungkook shoved a foot in the door, ready to fight any resistance tonight, shutting it gently and locking it behind him.

Cap removed, jacket off he watched her again. Two large strides and he was back in his favourite place; up against YN.

"Don't," she reprimanded him again as he again went to work, pinning her to the wall, pushing her dress back up, without the fear of any passersby.

"You scared of what I can do to you?" he licked his lips.

She chuckled, staring right at him. "You're not man enough to take care of my needs. I was telling you don't waste my time."

"No knickers?" he states simply, jealousy was no longer in check as he squeezed her thighs making her struggle against him.

"I'll walk around naked if I want," she confidently bit back.

Jungkook locked his eyes on her, she was still pushing back against him, pushing every button on him she knew how. Buttons only she knew how to press so well.

Just for that he was going to pause. Not go any further yet. Instead, he moved to the outside, toward her lush hips. He traced her amazing curves, before wrapping his hands around them, gripping down hard, and forcing her still in his grip, forcibly tilting then open. Selfishly this was more for him, opening her up to him, knocking down the walls between them. Even if just for tonight, he was ready to pull down every layer, every wall, brick by brick till it was just them two left.

Once his breathing finally settled, his thumb began to trace tiny shapes on her sharp hip bone.

"Let me. Let me show you I'm man enough for you."

"Real men talk less, and do more," it was like she was teasing him right back, and it turned him on even more. "If you're just going to talk about it, then step off and let a real man do me. If you say you're going to do something, then do as you say. Jeon."

YN moans at his touch, so he held on tighter, almost rough, wanting to mark her, let every bastard know that she only gave it to him. Without a second thought, he looked at her darkly, this is what they both need.

Oh, how her body is on fire under here! She moves ladylike so her legs are no longer outside of his, his hips knocking into hers, knowing she's not wearing anything underneath make him begin to drip down the front of his boxers, all before he feels how hot she is down there.

Jungkook pushed her dress up higher, exposing her to the cold AC air, the insides of her thighs slick with her arousal. Jungkook is excited, and worried that he'll come all over himself before the show even gets started.

Body shuddering, biting down on his tongue to keep his hand from shaking he knows they're having a moment. One of those things he's seen in the movies and read about; where no one but them exist. He can’t mess this up. He knows if he does, YN might never give him another chance again.

His girl didn't even seem embarrassed, and that makes her even more appealing to him, he grows harder. YN holds his gaze as his fingers come in contact with her soaking folds, and any last thoughts of apprehension either of them have dissolved.

“Just as I thought,” he roughly pushed her neck aside with his mouth, “You’re so wet for me, baby. So fucking wet, so tempting.” Her folds are swollen and heated, but they separate easy, allowing for more access.

"If you're gonna stand here talking your erection down, move out the way and I'll get someone else to take care of me. I've got a flight to catch in the morning."

That was all she needed to whisper in his earlobe to tip him over the edge, pulling her folds with his thumb and forefinger, pushing his middle finger into her. Then another one.

Lips opened for him, as he pushed his lips harder onto hers.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he finally admitted, "Baby. I'm sorry for everything. My need you so bad," he pleaded again, he was so full it was painful.

That shut her up.

YN's head almost fell back against the wall. “Baby you okay?” he asked, still a bastard, but a caring one.

Her lips part before she answers, “Please don’t stop," she gulps back.

"Fuck no," he smirks, dick starting to tingle as he continued sucking at her big bottom lip, pulling it out before attacking her tongue with a ferociousness he didn't know he possessed.

Jungkook the Gentleman, a national sweetheart who might ask for permission to enter her mouth and invade her with his tongue wasn't here right now.

Dirty, fucked up and possessive Jungkook however was sloppily landing spit covered kisses all over her mouth and was fucking loving it. Not wanting to stop, afraid of breaking the connection between them, he pushed three fingers into her, and continued to suck her face. Nothing seemed more intimate than what they were doing right now and he wasn't going to break that spell.

YN felt the world spin out of control. Here was Jungkook, angry, passionate, jealous and taking control. Showing her that he could be a man. Fingers in her, his mouth all over hers, his hand gripping her throat masochistically, telling her how difficult it was to function without her these months was what it took for YN to give up all her power in this moment to be in his capable hands.

All she knew was him. His rough, deep voice. His stormy chestnut eyes. His sandalwood, masculine scent. All YN felt was the heightened sensation of his touch, his fingers slowly stroking up and down, working their way deeper.

It was goddamn paralysing. But though her body might be tight and rigid on the outside as she stood up propped between Jungkook and the living room wall, her insides were melting for him. And the voice in her head was screaming for more.

Fuck Jungkook, I need more dammit!

On some subconscious level, Jungkook must known because he continued his glorious assault on her body without faltering. He knew what he was doing, knew how he’s making her feel, and YN was so sure he was getting off on it.

In a moment of clarity, YN decided to test her theory. She dropped her hands from his heavy neck, letting her hands wander. Not wander so much as head straight for the prize. She zoned in, palming him lightly over his pants, happy beyond comprehension that he’d filled out so well, so she squeezed his thick length. Then squeezed again, and again with both hands now. Over his pants. Under his pants.

Then undoing his belt and button, unzipping him and pushing her hand into the flap of his boxers. Roughly she fists one hand down, and under, to cup him, whilst her right hand continued to stroke him rapidly as he began to whine at her touch. He was beyond sensitive right now and he didn't know what he was going to do.

At this point YN's dress was wrapped around her stomach, her right leg is up and over his shoulder as Jungkook pumps his fingers in and out and she is bringing him past the brink of no return.

Alternating the pressure and speed almost brings him to his knees, and YN felt lost in his reactions, wanting to bring him closer. Jungkook begged his body to give him release, giving up all control to YN as she over stimulated him.

Jungkook hissed, his head floppy against her neck, tensing as she worked him. Soon he's thrusting into her hand, and she's rewarded with him yanking down his boxers and picking her up with ease.

YN instinctively hooked her legs around his waist and he lowered her onto him.

"That okay baby?" he moaned, pumping deliberately faster as she gripped his shoulders, and he nipped at her neck, whilst moving through to her bedroom.

"Yes," she managed, "faster baby," she begged.

Another hiss, and he's squeezing her ass hard. She knows he's gonna leave marks but that's something to deal with tomorrow morning. For now it's about getting off on him as hard and fast as she can manage.

"Fuck baby," Jungkook growled at YN.

Jungkook receives the message loud and clear, understanding the assignment - he's pumping into her faster than he thought he still couldn't. They'd been fucking for at least ten minutes before they got to the bed, YN recieving dessert in the form of the most guttural sound she's ever heard a man make. It vibrates low in her core. And now it’s Jungkook's head that lobs backward. It’s the strangest sensation.

"Baby it hurts," he almost whined.

"Do you want me to make it stop?" she teased as he shuddered, gripping her bare neck as his thighs jolted the more her hands went to work.

**

She's despised this guy for so long – for everything he’s said and thought about her. For hurting her. Yet being with him like this, giving and taking pleasure, it’s such a potent drug.

YN feared why it felt so natural or right. The power she felt in the moment was extraordinary, yet difficult to fully understand. That intense feeling of control doesn’t last though, and she's sure that’s by his design. Because in the very next moment, his thumb snakes down between her legs, rubbing and pushes down so hard it makes her lose her breath for a second or two.

Jungkook neck tenses as he's about to see the light again, and she patting his shoulder to be let down to take it all as quickly as he can supply it. He couldn't find it in his right mind to object, neither did he want to. Carefully he deposited her back to the bed where she got down on her knees and held his throbbing member in her hand as she swallowed all she can receive. Soon he's into her mouth epically, strands of goodness erupt, as she swallows as much as she can, head bobbing back and forth.

"Fuck baby, that's so good," he's somehow managing to string more than three words together, eyes watery from his sweet release.

He watches as she spits her dessert seed back onto his dick, Jungkook on his back as YN begins to give him another handjob, his essence smeared across his thighs. Not even down from his current insane high, YN forces more out of him, one after the other, his legs shaking intensely from the overstimulation, as he whimpers for her, begging her to stop.

"Baby— Ahh," he tried to grip her wrist, begging her to stop as she continued to squeeze him until he was screaming out in an ectasy he never thought he would ever dream of reaching.

Reduced to a complete mess, feeling completely violated by YN, he licked his lips as she swallowed the last of him, hungrily wiping her lips as he watched on.

But that wasn't enough to satisfy this insatiable appetite he now had for her. Fingers continue to work their magic as again YN is on her back spreading her legs for him. One turn of his wrist and she gasped. Another finger. Another turn. Three whole fingers in there and he still manages to push in a fourth, so deep she can feel the pressure pushing against her belly.

There's panting and thrusting until her legs spasm out of control, and she is literally seeing stars flash behind her eyelids. Jungkook holds her legs steady, and wide as he drinks hungrily from her; as though she was his salvation, his tongue splashing unapologetically against her skin.

YN arches as he works diligently, reaching across a tattooed hand to squeeze her sensitive breasts until she screams, as she clearly hears his appreciative moans as he drinks, thirstily.

At the height of it all, she can barely hold onto him, fingers gripping his freshly washed hair as she realised that this is the best feeling in the world.. And she knows without a doubt. She is his. And it frightens her to death.

Jungkook couldn't think of anywhere he wants to be but here with her, as he smiled up from the end of the bed, lapping up her juices, his turn to dominate, in complete control of YN. In this moment. In this place.

But who am I kidding?

He nuzzled deeper into her folds, she owns me. Despite everything, he wants to be hers and only hers. As he continues to make her come apart in his mouth, he uses his hands to continue its exploration of her body – snaking under her breasts, the same nipples that were driving him insane in the club.

Inching up across her stomach, across her ribs, he grazed a thumb over her breast. He could see them in his mind, a memory from the nights he dreamt of her; they were everything he wanted and more; an image he could never forget. Full and heavy with deep caramel accents that were so responsive. They still are; welding to his touch. So he squeezes one and then the other, driving a helpless moan from her with each electric contact. Finished with her clit, he's back on his feet, leaning over to get them into his mouth to taste, but he isn't a complete bastard, and wants to savour both her taste and image to his mind, scared it might never happen again.

"I'm so glad we didn't fuck in that alley," he kisses her again, as she pushed back his slick hair. They both know they're running out of time too quickly. YN's raw nerves won’t last much longer, but he just wants to make her come again, saying his name before it's over for now.

It’s time to push her over the edge, and over stimulation was the key. Just as she edged him to the end of his body's ability, he gladly returned the favour.

YN's mouth now sits on his palm and he can feel her silent scream, and he starts to unravel. The throbbing stops and Jungkook holds YN until she floats back down to Earth.

**

YN really isn't the let's cuddle after fucking kinda girl. More hit it and quit it, slowly realising that he's now holding her, something she really didn't want to do. There was no need to have any more emotions tied up in this, but she had the strange feeling it’s been a long time since he's had any emotional release, so she let it go, cradling him too until he calms.

YN looks up at Jungkook but he watches in horror as those dreamy eyes harden. Her face tightens and her chin tips up and out. The mask is on and the cold Bang YN is back.

“Now that was, wow," he tried lightening the mood with no luck. "I don't think there is any other way to have lost my virginity."

“You are truly depraved,” she tells him, straightening herself in the bed, fluffing her hair again.

“Babygirl, you have no idea.”

She laughs then, a deep belly chuckle that absolutely charms him. He even saw a dimple - fuck those things are rarer than a falling star. She’s still coming down off that high.

Now is my chance. Say something Jeon.

“God, I can’t believe we did that.” Jungkook shakes his head in awe, almost as if he's proud of his walk on the wild side. “Here’s the thing," he stops her saying anything, running the back of his hand along her sharp as a knife jaw. “I want to do it again.”

She slaps his arm, pushing him away from her. “You’re crazy. No f-ing way. You are so lucky someone didn’t see us in the alley, or you turning up here. Not just that, but I don't wanna do it again with you. You scratched an itch that's it."

“I don’t mean here," he calls out to her, signalling around the hotel room, "not like this baby"

“Where then?” she asks, curious. God she knew she shouldn't have asked, but she suddenly had to know where she could get it again.

Jungkook licks him lips moving closer as he sees that he's got her wheels turning. “Your apartment.” His eyes don’t stray from hers. “Whenever you can make time for me.” A strange silence and uneasiness consumes the space between them. The heat has fizzled and the raging emotions have slid back under the surface.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to be your dick appointment every whenever at my apartment.”

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way. I’d call it an arrangement between two consenting adults. We can do in the dorm but I thought you'd prefer your apartment, by the way.” She ignores him in order to think.

“What makes you think I wanna do it at my place?” she asks. All her spunk has returned, furthering his resolve. He knows he can give her what she needs.

“I figured you'd prefer the privacy. Besides, we clearly can't figure out a relationship but there's no reason to not sleep with each other. It’s safe, it's good and it's me. I've never slept with anyone except you. Between our schedules couldn't we work it out baby? I want to figure this out, you can't kiss me like you did in that practice room and not expect me to survive my life on that memory alone did you? Baby, imagine what it’d be like to have sex like this every week?”

“Who says I’m not?” she asks.

Shit. She's right.

"Wait," he furrowed his eyebrows, territorial now, "who the hell is screwing you? Actually fuck that, I don't give a shit who you've fucked. I wanna fuck you. If you agree, and I know you enjoyed this right now as much as I did, so there better not be anyone else in the picture."

"What if there is someone else in the picture?" she is already walking towards the bathroom for her dressing robe.

“Come on, don’t even think about lying to me, I know you enjoyed every damn second of that," his face hardened as he grabbed her hand pulling away from the door and towards him, hugging her tightly.

“If there's someone else, then I'll have to forcibly remove them from the picture.”

She doesn’t say another word for what feels like hours, and begins to blink up at him, hand rested against his chest.

“Well, YNah baby?" He asked, unable to wait another second. “What do you think? Forget it all and become mine? On the bed, in the shower, over everything and anything."

Suddenly, he wants this more than anything. He wants it so bad, he's ready to beat up some hapless idiot, that's how bad he wants it. YN leans into him, and in a surprising move, she brushes her plump lips over his.

"You're welcome to shower before you have to go back. I wasn't lying when I said I have a flight in the morning."

[stardew-mermaid]

im WEAK for my faves as parents and i know lots of y'all are too so here are

bachelors as dads vibes

(bachelorettes as moms will come soon too ❤️ under cut cause it got very long lol)

sebastian

a chill dad. when u were very little he'd let u sit in his lap while he codes and consequently u find heavy metal soothing cause he would be playing it while he works and u would always fall asleep against him

if he wasn't using his second computer u could play around on it while he works. 'existing in each other's company while u both do stuff' time becomes a regular thing even as u get older, u would do ur homework next to him at his desk and he'd help if u were confused

the first time u were deemed old enough to go for a ride on his motorcycle u were SO fucking hyped even if u had to be absolutely decked out in protective gear. sometimes while u were in high school he'd help you flex by picking you up/dropping you off on the bike

would bundle u up in his hoodies as a toddler and there's a few pics of u absolutely SWIMMING in them with the hood all the way over ur face pretending to be the grim reaper. he'd never been so proud

elliott

an eloquent dad, but still has goofy dadlike tendencies. he may be the picture of a dark academia dilf with his slacks and button ups sipping coffee in the morning over a manuscript, but he'll still make the jokes. calls u things like little one and taught u to play piano

he got u ur own little bookshelf for all ur baby books and he'd read to you every single night without fail. he'd make up stories too and u would help and make a collab tho it often got u more excited than relaxed for bed but it was worth it!!! when u were grown up u helped him compile the short stories u made up together and published it. he'd also share with u poems he wrote for you and about you over the years, lots of them to do with the wonder of watching a whole tiny person grow into a big person

would always take u on nature walks and play at the beach!!! u would find shells and rocks to give to him and he'd always look like u just handed him pure gold

u made a pact that u would sit still for him while he did ur hair if u could braid his hair in turn. u both looked very stylish

sam

cool dad!!! fun dad!!!! watches anime with u when u get into it and is forever ur player 2. if u had a skateboard or a scooter he'd always show u up by pulling off sick tricks and it became a friendly rivalry. taught u to stick it to the man at a very early age. teaches u to play guitar and took u to ur first rock concert when u were like 8

there are baby photos of u wearing sunglasses that cover half ur face and when asked about it he'd say 'u were just a rly cool baby!!!!' in some of them he's wearing matching sunglasses and carrying u in one of those front baby pouches. he'd also always sing to you as a baby and still does it idly sometimes and has written songs for u!!!!

ur #1 hypeman. praises u for everything and always makes sure u know how cool u are just for existing. he loses his mind at ur grade school talent show and at ur graduation he's there holding up his phone and crying like FUCK IT UP KENNETH!!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

tho alongside all the fun he teaches u to be very responsible and polite and above all extremely kind!!!!

shane

has the most potent typical dad energy. the socks with sandals, the jokes, the ac/dc, the funny hobby projects, the rivalry with other pta parents, all of it. calls u squirt and kiddo and the kind to ruffle ur hair. always gives u piggy back rides even as u get older, says it helps him stay in shape. when u were little you'd always bap ur baby hands against his stubble cause heehee funny scratchy face

u loved when he was in charge of dinner growing up cause it was often takeout pizza/burgers. 'hey im making a pot of kraft dinner should i double it for u' kind of guy, adds cut up hot dogs and after ur other parent voices a need for nutrition adds frozen veggies too. VERY good at cooking all kinds of eggs tho, would always feed u eggs from his own chickens and would accept nothing less!!!

teaches u a lot about chickens and some of ur fave memories with him are in the coop or chillin in a field in spring with him and the new chicks. some other faves include the regular tea parties with him and cousin jas, and even as u both get older u all sit down and have tea together sometimes and occasionally break out one of the old barbie movies for funsies

u learned how to say fuck from him when u were 3 and he died laughing. if called and told that u got into a fight at school would reply with 'did they win'

harvey

sweet, dorky doctor dad. would get SUPER worried whenever u got so much as a cold, made u stay home and rest and HYDRATE. taught u proper medical standard handwashing from when u first learned how to turn on the tap, also taught u a lot of basic first aid. when u were fussy he would read u his old textbooks from med school and it'd get you to sleep in minutes

refuses to let u leave the house without eating something first and would often get up early to make u a big breakfast before school (it's the most important meal of the day!!!!). yes it's ok if ur late ur english teacher can wait until you've had ur veggies. when u were a baby his standard of keeping u fed was 'if i had to change less than five diapers a day it wasn't enough'. encourages taking a snack and water everywhere

as u got older u realized how hardworking he is so u make sure he knows how much u love and appreciate him, goes all out for his bday and father's day like how he goes all out for u every day and it makes him cry. he cries at ur first birthday and ur graduation too, cried when u got him a #1 DAD mug specifically for his morning coffee, he just cries a lot and it's very endearing, dad taught u it's okay to be emotional. u also gift him funky socks to wear at work and he goes bananas for them

he taught u how to assemble model planes and u would sit with him while he tuned his old radio, u liked the bwee bwee sounds. he would play jazz and swing and dance with u standing on his feet. when u were little u liked to play with his moustache and occasionally he would fall asleep while watching u but the most u ever did was add a goatee to the stache with washable marker which he thought was pretty funny

alex

strong dad!!! jock dad!!!!! would flex and let u hang off his bicep, play wrestle (u would always win), sit u on his shoulders and run around making airplane noises, play sportsball in the yard and would come up with fun challenges for u if u got bored of catch. pretty much the master of keeping ur baby self entertained and was always there to tuck u in for a nap when u got tired out

makes an extra protein shake for u every morning and loads of scrambled eggs, will also sneak u a cookie tho

he's always super encouraging and positive and enthusiastic about everything u do which u pick up fast. u go to his games and even if sports turns out not to be ur thing the fact that ur there rooting for him makes him put in 1000% effort, calls u his good luck charm!!!! he will also throw u over his shoulders and use u for weightlifting while u shout encouragement directly into his ear. this continues until ur grown up (and sometimes even then so he can flex even as an 'old man')

gets really really worried about you whenever ur sick or get hurt and will lose sleep over it but stays upbeat for ur sake. he will cuddle u tho. sometimes you'll ask for stories about ur grandma and he'll tell u and it's so nice to him to talk about his mother and smile instead of being sad, you help him heal because it's so wonderful to think of her as a grandmother and how proud she'd be. he plays her music box for u to help u sleep when ur little and it still makes u feel sleepy and safe when ur older

[danpuff-ao3]

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Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the lateness of my reply! Life has been busy and exhausting recently!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Dialogue scenes, hmmmm...

Probably a lot of the really filthy dirty talk in the Yes, Daddy series 😂 But I'm not sharing any of that on Tumblr.

Though I'm proud of a lot of the dialogue in Collateral Damage.

“And you’re poor!” Draco throws out. Now Ron shifts on his feet, hands on hips, eyes narrowing. “And you don’t even appreciate a good wine. I don’t know why I bothered digging through the cellar today. Potter’s gulping it down like two sickle beer, and it’s not as if you’d know the difference.”

“Is this why you came? To insult me?” Ron shouts.

“No! You just drive me to it!” Draco shouts back. “Look at you! You make the stupidest faces, did you know? And you say the stupidest things! You never make any sense! You just sputter like a buffoon! And you work in a bloody joke shop! How am I supposed to bring you home to mother like this?”

That whole scene is a mess in the best of ways! It's funny and ridiculous and rude and moving all at once. It was a blast to write and I've gotten a lot of feedback about how much others enjoyed that part. This is just a portion of it, too, it gets even better. 😂

Another bit from that story that I love, and how I came up with the title, is this:

“You’ll have the Gryffindor ‘honor’ and ‘loyalty’ to contend with,” she eventually said. “But they do love a bit of excitement and adventure, don’t they? What could be more fun than hate-fucking between enemies?”

“Potter is my enemy,” Draco sniffed. “Weasley is collateral.”

I'll tell you, as soon as I wrote that bit and came up with the title, I felt like a friggin' genius. 😂

Then this bit from Loverboy at Play:

“Detention, Mr. Potter. I believe Professor Firenze can use your questionable skills this evening.”

“Why not punish me yourself? Sir.” ...."You’ve been pawning me off on everyone else this year. Don’t you want to torture me yourself? Sir.”

Just a portion, but this is another fic where I enjoyed a lot of the dialogue. Especially when it's Harry being a nuisance, and when they're heated and confronting one another. Hot, hot, hot. But that's how I love my boys, just pushing each other's buttons endlessly. 😂

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

Definitely an architect! Even with my small little one shots, I generally know exactly where things are going before I start. I, in fact, struggle to even start at all if I don't know where it's headed.

But even with my few longer fics (The Best Kept Secrets for Harry Potter, and the How To series for the Marvel fandom), I had them all fully outlined and plotted out before even starting. I attribute that to how quickly I flew through writing those stories. And I fully intend to have a very thorough outline ready to go for future longfics!

I'm the sort of person even in everyday life where I like to have a plan for things and at the very least having an idea of what to do and how to do it. 😊

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

ONLY THREE???? This is the rudest question I've ever encountered. I've been in fandom for 18 - 19 years....I've read thousands upon thousands of fanfics....and I'm supposed to narrow down to 3 writers??? 3 of many outstanding writers???? Are you kidding me?????

Okay, ahem, I can do this, I can totally do this.

(Also just so we're clear, I'm not a very eloquent person at all so please forgive me for not doing these very skilled writers justice at all with my commentary. I run on emotion and excitement y'all. 🙈)

@perverse-idyll for sure. I've not encountered any of their writing that didn't totally captivate me. Prose? GORGEOUS. Characterizations? Real, human, flawed, stunning. Storytelling? Clever, intriguing, beautiful. There is a reason I've read and reread their work countless times over the years!

eldritcher is a newer one for me, but WOW. Their work is so unique both in writing style and also the stories themselves! Their work is so clever and draws from so many incredible sources! Their writing itself is very poetic and strange and lovely. Their work is so unlike anything else and I always do a little jig when I see they've posted something new!

@foxconfessorandthewolf gotta be! Their work always speaks to me and strikes deep in the heart. The dirty, real, ugly humanity of it all. And to write such rawness in such gorgeous words truly boggles the mind! Their work makes me want to sit and the floor and cry because not only am I feeling things, but I'm also struck by the beauty of their wordcrafting!

Honestly those 3, all of their work blows me away every time. 💛

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