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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || Your Child Interrupts Filming [Request]

A/N: I know Namjoon’s isn’t really a Run episode but I just had to include it

Seokjin:

You told Jin you weren't sure bringing your son along to filming would be a good idea but so far everything had been fine. He was sleeping across some chairs while his dad and his six uncles were chasing each other around a giant toy factory, carrying pig balloons and trying to hide away from Hoseok. It was a pretty chill day, every now and then you would catch glimpses of the guys as they ran past you to find a hiding spot but your son was starting to wake up now and you knew it was going to be hard to keep him away from his uncles since they were all acting like children themselves.

"What's daddy doing?" He asked as you sat him down on your lap, Jin running past you and your son, giving him a small wave before turning into a sprint and hiding down a hallway,

"He's playing hide and seek with uncle Hoseok." You told him, but he tried getting off your lap.

"I'll help daddy hide." You managed to catch him before he chased after his dad and you sat him back on your lap, not wanting to get in any trouble with producers or cameramen.

"No, we have to stay here and be good." He nodded and one of the makeup artists came over, holding up some building blocks for him to play with but he was more interested in watching Namjoon and Jungkook screaming as they ran away.

(X)

Jin was hiding behind a child's castle when your son saw him again before you even knew what was happening your son slipped from your grasp and ran out to his dad, hugging him and wrapping his arms around his leg, Jin chuckled and held onto his son looking up when he heard Hoseok coming.

"We have to hide from Uncle Hobi, come on." He bent down and picked up his son, running away from the main area and toward Taehyung who was laughing so hard at Jin and your kid.

"This is cheating!" Hoseok screamed as he caught up to them, Jin knew he wouldn't come after him if he was holding his kid.

"If you get mini Jinnie I get Y/n!" He yelled coming off the set and walking over to you but you were already moving away from him, going to hide behind cameramen so he couldn't get you.

"I made you breakfast this morning, don't touch me." You cried out, making a run for Jin and your son who was laughing at you.

"Hoseok!" You screamed as he caught up to you and picked you up from behind, Jin stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Drop my wife and I'll bring you Jungkook," Jin promised, gaining the attention from Hoseok who was still holding you off the floor in a backwards hug.

"He'll do it, you know he will." You told Hoseok who gently put you down on the ground and stared at Jin, who in return nodded to you and you made a run for it, in the direction of the main cameras and leaving everyone behind.

"CHEATERS!" Hoseok screamed as soon as you were off the set and he couldn't come for you anymore, you bent over a chair trying to catch your breath and you heard the cameramen laughing and talking about how they should have been filming with everyone's kids for a while now and it would make for an interesting episode.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had invited you to bring your five-year-old daughter along to the filming of a run episode because Jin and his wife were going to be there, along with their kids so he thought it would be nice for you to hang around with another mum for a while and your daughter to make a friend. But what neither of you had counted on was both of your daughters wanting to join in on the fun, especially when their dad brought the guns out and were chasing each other around on giant bouncy castle.

"Come on, dad needs to finish filming. We can play afterwards." You told your daughter as she watched her dad running past her and onto the bouncy castle, laying down and sending her a quick wave.

"Daddy careful!" She yelled as he went to check where Jungkook was standing, the camera crew laughed and you giggled, sitting her down on your lap as she continued to watch her dad. Yoongi was busy laughing along with you to notice that Jungkook had gotten to close and start shooting him, ''killing'' him instantly. Deciding now would be the best time to be dramatic he screamed out and rolled off the bouncy castle and onto the floor, pretending to die there.

"DADDY!" Your daughter squealed running out after him, Jin's daughter running after Jin as soon as she saw your daughter on the run.

"Yoongi!" You cried out trying to get him to catch her but he was sticking to his role of dying soldier, holding his hand across his chest and grunting loudly.

"Daddy, no!" Your daughter screamed hitting him on the chest and looking around, Jungkook was laughing so hard he was now kneeling on the floor and the rest of the boys were too busy playing to have noticed, you were about to reach your daughter when she took the gun from Yoongi and began shooting Jungkook, who then died on the floor next to Yoongi.

"Don't mess with daddy." She pouted dropping the gun onto Yoongi's chest and storming away back to you, you were too busy laughing at her to punish her and it didn't seem like the cameramen were bothered by it either, all of them laughing at Jungkook and Yoongi who was staring at you and your daughter after she'd killed Jungkook and walked away.

Hoseok:

The producers had asked you to come along, secretly, to the shooting of Run with BTS, they'd told you not to tell Hoseok you were going but to bring your son along. You'd spent the whole evening watching from behind screens as your husband, the father of your child, screamed while running away from zombies with his friends. You knew they were scardey cats but you figured they'd be able to make it through easily.

"This isn't fair." Your son said as he jumped, hiding his head in your chest as he heard screaming again. He was supposed to be sleeping throughout the entire thing but Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Jin were being so loud that he'd woken up to see what was going on.

"Dad is going to get eaten by a zombie." He groaned as he looked at the screen, he was old enough to know real from fake but it still didn't stop his overactive imagination and you knew it was going to be bad news later tonight when you had to put him to bed.

(X)

"I have to save Dad from the zombies." He said to you as he tried to wiggle from your lap, but you weren't about to let him go away easily. You would get in trouble if you let him run onto the set while they were filming.

"No baby, he's fine. It's not real remember, we talked about it." But he'd jumped off your lap and was running after his dad who was now playing tag with the zombies to earn more tickets.

"DAD!" He screamed as he saw a zombie chasing him, Hoseok stopped in his tracks and searched around for the source of the voice, seeing your son he grabbed him, picking him up sideways and sprinting away from a zombie with him under his arm.

"Wait when did-" Namjoon couldn't finish his question because Hoseok had already run past him and Namjoon was tagged.

You came out once the game was over and took your son from Hoseok who was laughing along with the boys.

"You only got more because the zombies wouldn't come near you." Jimin pouted looking over at your son who was now holding onto your leg as they filmed the outro.

"Don't be jealous Jimin." You called out, making him blush and shy away from the cameras, you giggled and bent down to comfort your son who was looking at all of the zombies.

"Told you they aren't scary." And he nodded, looking up at one of them who was smiling at him.

Namjoon:

You were sitting in the front row watching your husband, Namjoon, and his band members all play hide and seek with James Corden and Ashton Kutcher and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing. Namjoon had managed to get you and your daughter front row seats and now you were watching him be a big child.

"We have to be quiet now baby," You told her as the music quietened down and James started the hunt for the boys. Ashton walked past you, giving you a small wave since you had been introduced before the show started. He found Jimin instantly and picked him up, carrying him over to his seat and then going to look for another member. James came back with Tae and you couldn't stop yourself from laughing as Tae started blushing a bright red colour and Ashton kept hunting for the other boys.

(X)

After Jin was brought in and everyone was screaming in laughter you lost the grip on your daughter who rushed over to Ashton, they'd bonded earlier behind the scenes when he gave her a cupcake and she pulled him down to her ear level, you shook your head at her wanting her to come away but the cameramen were loving it up,

"Uncle Kookie is over there." She whispered pointing at the cameraman closest to you, Ashton frowned looking closer and slowly made his way over to Jungkook and got him, making everyone laugh and James ended the show. Jungkook came over to you and Namjoon, holding your daughter in his arms.

"I guess snitching runs in the family huh Hyung." He joked putting your daughter on your leg and messing her hair up

Jimin:

Your son had been watching his dad, Jimin and his uncles play video games all day and he wanted to join in on the fun. So when his Uncle Jin came to him and asked if he wanted to play he was more than happy about it.

"But it's a secret, we can't tell anyone except mummy." You nodded along with Jin and he brought you over to the VR room that they were all playing in, sitting you down by the door as Jimin stood with the VR headset on and got ready for his game. Jin nodded at you and you kept hold of your son, whispering the plan to him while the rest of the boys made loud noises so Jin wouldn't hear you talking.

"Are you ready!?" Namjoon yelled over at Jimin who nodded and the game started, bringing up on the screen so you knew when to send your son out to scare Jimin. Jin and Yoongi smirked at you as they watched you giggling, as soon as Jimin was right next to the virtual cake you tapped your son on the back and he slowly made his way over to his dad, acting like a spy. He'd seen way too many movies is what you thought when you saw this, you smiled as he turned to look at you and smiled.

"Do it." You whispered and he pushed his dad's leg, knocking Jimin over a little and making him scream as he felt like he was actually falling in the game and in real life, he ripped the headset off his face and grabbed your son, picking him up and spinning him around in the air.

"Who did it? Who told you to do it?!" He questioned putting him down onto the floor and laughing as he rushed over to you and hid behind your arms.

"Tell me or no ice cream tonight." Jimin threatened and your son came out from hiding.

"Uncle Jin!"

Taehyung:

It was no surprise that, much like his father, your son loved to sleep cuddling up to someone. He would always fall asleep clutching the stuffed rabbit that you'd gotten him when he was a baby and when he could he would fall asleep holding onto you or Tae, unless he was with his uncles he would fall asleep holding onto them.

"Is filming over?" You whispered as you came onto the set looking around only to see each member asleep on giant inflatable bags, you looked at the cameramen and a stage manager came over and told you what was happening. That the boys were asleep for the next fifteen minutes and then they would have to remember the lyrics to a nursery rhyme.

"That's fine, we'll wait over there." You whispered to her, trying to take your son over to some seats but he saw his dad and was trying to make his way over to him.

"No baby, he's sleeping we have to stay over here." But it was no use, he slipped out of your grasp and ran over to his dad, wasting no time taking off his shoes and climbing onto the inflatable bed next to his dad, who in return wasted no time in pulling his son into his grasp and falling back to sleep. You smiled at the sight of them and then looked at the cameramen who were all staring at you.

"It's cute, it'll make the segment cuter." The producer told them and you relaxed a little, wanting nothing more than to go over there and cuddle your husband as well, but you knew that wouldn't be allowed so you stayed behind and waited for them both to wake up in fifteen minutes

Jungkook:

Jungkook had brought you and your daughter along to the filming of a run episode because it was an overnight one and he didn't want to be away from you and his daughter for so long, so you were all staying in one big house together so they could finish filming. All that was left to do was a guess the song, the losers would make everyone in the house, including crew, breakfast. Something you were looking forward to because since being married to Jungkook and having your daughter, no one except you made breakfast anymore.

"Goodnight baby, Dad will be back in the morning." He said to your daughter, kissing her on the head and moving over to you, you smiled up at him and he kissed your lips.

"I'll see you in the morning as well." You nodded and he waddled out of the bedroom, turning off the light on his way out.

(X)

You stood on the balcony the next morning watching as each member came from the house, first was Yoongi who looked really tied, then Namjoon came out in shorts and sunglasses which made you giggle, waking up your daughter who wanted to watch from the balcony. You both sat down on the floor and watched through the glass to see if anyone would get the song right the first time.

You watched as Namjoon skipped back into the house happily and you thanked whoever it was watching over you all that he wasn't the one to cook that morning.

"Go! Fighting!" You looked down over the bar and Jungkook was being thrown out of the door by Taehyung who was laughing at the younger member.

"It's so bright." He groaned holding his hand over his eyes, you giggled continuing to watch when the door to the balcony opened and Taehyung walked out.

"They're doing so well." You said sarcastically, watching as your daughter crawled back onto her bed, Taehyung stood with you and continued to watch.

"It's boy in luv." The director said to Jungkook who was staring into space, you were about to start laughing when you heard your daughter giggling and running towards her dad.

"Oh god!" You yelled watching as she sprinted out from Namjoon's grasp and straight onto Jungkook's back, whispering the lyrics to him and making him laugh.

"Disqualified." The director laughed making Jungkook one of the cooks for the morning and the next one to be decided between Hoseok and Jimin who was too busy laughing to hear the hint from the director.

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quicksilversquared · 5 years

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Scandal Scandal

Adrien is willing to put up with a lot if it means not making unnecessary waves. But everyone has their breaking point, and after Lila pushes a bit too far....

Well, she'll find that even the most tolerate cats have claws.

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Two months after the start of their agreement, Adrien was getting really, really tired of Lila.

At first, it hadn't been awful. Sure, she was clingy and annoying and manipulative and attention-seeking, but Adrien could tolerate her presence at his photoshoots. His photographer seemed to pick up on the fact that Adrien didn't like Lila hanging over him, and so he always made sure to pose them in positions that weren't touching, not giving Lila any ground when she tried to cajole him into putting them in closer positions. Adrien was used to putting up with unwanted attention, too, so that was hardly new.

But Lila wasn't so easily deterred. She would cling before and after photoshoots, pushing at Adrien's boundaries almost all the time. The constant suggestions that they should work on their homework together afterwards at his house- always approved by his father, if he happened to drop in on the photoshoot and overhear Lila's suggestion- were irritating, and Lila was always far more of a hindrance than anything else during their study sessions. On top of that, he had finally had to refuse to let her in his room, because she didn't seem to understand the concept of no snooping.

(Thank goodness for the Gorilla being firmly on Adrien's side, or else Lila probably still would have tried to drag Adrien up to his room to do their homework.)

Adrien always ended up having to stay up late those days to actually finish his homework and do his studying. As one of the city's superheroes, he shouldn't be doing that. He needed his sleep, and he needed to be able to get his homework done in a reasonable amount of time in case of an akuma attack.

But they were at an impasse. If Adrien didn't keep publically acting as though Lila were his friend, then she would start targeting Marinette at school again, and he couldn't let that happen. Adrien was worried that if he pushed back too hard when Lila pushed at his boundaries, she would consider their "agreement"- that she wouldn't try to get Marinette in trouble and that he would (at least publically) pretend to be her friend- null and void and go after Marinette again.

It was a frustrating place to be in, and Adrien's patience was fast wearing thin. His tolerance for Lila- for acting like they were friends of any sort, for ignoring it when she snagged him close for the sole purpose of pressing a lip gloss-sticky kiss to his cheek for a picture to post online, for even being near her- had gotten worn down to the point where Adrien was starting to wonder about looking into other solutions to the Lila problem.

And then Lila went too far.

There had been rumors about them before, of course. Lila's sudden constant presence at Adrien's photoshoots hadn't gone at all unnoticed, and the fact that they sometimes left photoshoots together- when Lila and Mr. Agreste forced study sessions on him- had only added to the rumor mill. The rumors had never been addressed, though.

Until now. Lila had apparently been approached, and she had decided to confirm to a reporter that she and Adrien were a couple. The news had zinged across the city, and Adrien had found out on social media that he was apparently one-half of a couple that he had never agreed to being part of.

And he. Was. Fuming. His patience was gone, snapped, the last strands so far gone that he couldn't even see them anymore.

"If she thinks that I'm going to keep playing along, she's wrong," Adrien told Plagg, pacing back and forth in his room. "She probably thinks that I'll just lie down and agree to play along, but this is too much. It's too far. I'm not- the very idea of being in a relationship with her makes me sick, after what she tried to do to Marinette."

"Some of your fans want you to have a photoshoot where you kiss," Plagg said unhelpfully, scrolling through Adrien's phone. "Or an announcement photo, because they think it would be cute."

Adrien tried not to gag at the thought and snarled instead. "Not happening. Not. Happening." He sighed. "At least Marinette knows why I've been letting Lila come to my photoshoots. Otherwise, I bet she would be feeling pretty betrayed and I don't- I don't want her to feel like that."

Plagg zipped around his head. "Are you going to just ignore the news, then? If your actual girlfriend knows the truth, it doesn't matter what the rest of Paris believes?"

"No way. If I don't stop Lila now, she's going to expect that I play the role of a boyfriend all the time, even if it's not true." Adrien scowled into the air, then the second part of Plagg's words sunk in. "And Marinette is my friend, Plagg, not my girlfriend."

Plagg only sniggered. "So you always say."

Adrien rolled his eyes at his kwami. This was not the time, really. He had too many other things to worry about-or, well, only one thing, really, and that was Lila's lie.

If Adrien didn't want to be forced into playing along, he would have to act. He hadn't wanted to before- confrontation normally wasn't his thing- but now...

Determined, Adrien headed for the door, a plan already starting to take shape in his mind. He was at least a bit famous, and the news about him dating was fresh and apparently exciting. That meant that if he could get outside, he would no doubt be approached by someone- a fan or a reporter, it probably wouldn't matter in the end. They would no doubt ask him for a statement and he could refute the news then, and it probably wouldn't be long before that news spread and got some attention.

Hopefully.

Partway across the atrium, Adrien paused when he heard his name come from his father's office. Curious, Adrien crept closer, crouching down behind a column and listening.

"-not what I anticipated her doing," his father was saying. "But I can't say I entirely disapprove. We'll have to give Adrien instructions to go along with it, anything else will just end up with a lot of backlash and bad press. A couple months of dating minimum, I'd say, depending on how reliable Miss Rossi is."

Adrien's stomach dropped. No, no, no, this wasn't what he wanted happening! He- he couldn't stomach fake-dating Lila, he really couldn't. Surely his father had picked up on how uncomfortable she made Adrien. Or if his father hadn't, Nathalie-

"Shall I tell him now?" Nathalie asked, cutting that thought off mid-sentence. Adrien could hear her take a step towards the office doors. "I can run up before the meeting."

"No, it can wait," Mr. Agreste decided after a heart-stopping pause. "We've neglected preparation for this meeting, so we need every minute. Adrien isn't going anywhere, and if he's doing homework as he's meant to, he won't find out about what Miss Rossi said until later anyway."

"Understood, sir."

Adrien had heard enough. As soon as the conversation had turned away from him and towards their upcoming meeting, Adrien made a break for it as silently as he could. Across the atrium, out the door, catch it before it could slam, close it carefully and then run down the steps and out the gate. Adrien glanced back for a second, hoping that he hadn't been seen and wasn't being followed, and then dashed for the park near the school.

If he was seen before he could talk to anyone, it would all be over. Adrien would be forced into dating Lila and wouldn't be able to do anything about it. If he tried, his father would know that Adrien had directly disobeyed orders and would be absolutely furious.

Thankfully, Adrien didn't have long to wait. Within minutes of him arriving in the park, Madam Chamack materialized practically out of thin air and approached him with an eager smile. Behind her, her cameraman and sound person were trotting along, trying to keep up. She made a beeline towards Adrien, no doubt very interested in getting the scoop on his formerly-secret relationship before anyone else did.

She was going to get a scoop, all right. Adrien was still too furious at Lila's manipulation and his father's plans to dictate his life even more to have any sense of filter anymore, and he was going to absolutely rip apart all of her lies and firmly slam the door on any chance of him being forced into a relationship with Lila.

"Adrien! We just heard this morning that you and Lila Rossi are dating!" Madam Chamack started, beaming at him in a way that was probably meant to look friendly but came off as more feverishly over-eager. "Congratulations! We would love to hear more about how you met, how you got together... I was wondering if you had a minute to spare to chat a bit?"

"Certainly," Adrien said politely, flashing his own smile. It was a little dangerous, a little too full of teeth. "And actually, Madam Chamack, that news was a surprise to me, too. I never asked Lila out, and even if she asked me, I would never agree. Lila is a selfish, intolerable, manipulative serial liar, and I only tolerated her to protect my friends."

This time, Adrien wasn't going to hold back. Lila had pushed him to a breaking point that he hadn't even known he had, and the kid gloves were coming off, and coming off hard.

Lila had wanted to be famous, and over the past couple months, she had gotten her wish. Now she was going to learn the hard way that sometimes, there were downsides to that fame.

Ten minutes later and no small amount of questions and explanations later, Madam Chamack had thanked Adrien and went on her way with her cameraman. To the best of Adrien's knowledge, the interview had been live, and Lila would no doubt be feeling the effects of her empire crumbling around her ears shortly. Adrien had torn her apart to the point that, unless Mrs. Rossi lived under a rock, there was no way that she wouldn't hear about Lila's lies shortly.

Everything had come out. All of Lila's lies that she had told about her life, all of the disabilities she had claimed to have, the incident where she stole his father's book from him and then threw it in the trash (which he had learned about several weeks earlier after finally asking Marinette how she had learned about Lila's lies), all of her attempts to manipulate students and teachers alike to get what she wanted, the months of "traveling" that she had supposedly done during the school year, the charities that she had supposedly founded, her blatant disregard for his personal boundaries and insistence on hanging off of him and forcing unwanted kisses on him, the attempt to get Marinette expelled and how that led to Adrien cooperating with her in order to get his friend's name cleared.

Madam Chamack had looked torn between absolutely shocked and absolutely delighted to get all of the information. It was a real scoop, and it was bound to get her a lot of viewers.

Which was exactly what Adrien had wanted. More people knowing the truth meant that there was less chance of Lila getting away with anything like she had been pulling before.

In one final fit of lingering anger, Adrien had called out the adults who had fallen for Lila's lies- the teachers and principal, mostly, but part of it was aimed at his own father. All of them were supposed to be protecting him and Marinette (and their other classmates, too), and they hadn't. They had sat by and not followed procedure for expulsion (which Adrien had looked up after that incident, in case Lila decided to try again) and not checked out Lila's claims at all or stopped Lila from hanging all over him or- or anything.

Adrien was pretty sure that he would regret at least part of what he said later, but he was just so angry about- well, everything about the whole situation- and he had just remembered Marinette's frustration and all of the comments Plagg had made about Lila, and everything had come out in a rush.

Still stewing, Adrien glanced around the park. There was no Gorilla in sight yet, which meant that his father and Nathalie were probably too busy with their meeting to notice Adrien's absence or what was bound to be a sudden and even larger spike of activity in his hashtag. That was likely to not last for long, though, which meant that Adrien should probably consider leaving the park.

Where he should go, though, Adrien wasn't sure. The school was closed for the weekend, and he didn't really want to deal with Chloe's clinginess, either, and the library was a little too far for him to be able to go without getting caught.

Before he had too much time to think about it, Adrien spotted Marinette across the park, hurrying towards him. He headed towards her, eager for some decent company, and then let out a surprised yelp when Marinette didn't even slow down, positively barreling into him to wrap him up in a hug.

"I saw the broadcast!" Marinette told him at once, beaming up at him. "And so did everyone else in our class, I think- my phone is positively blowing up with notifications, and- Adrien, you're shaking!"

Was he? Adrien refocused on himself, and- yep, Marinette was right. Now that the adrenaline high was wearing off, the full impact of what he had just done was setting in. There were going to be so many people hurt and confused and angry and his father was going to be furious, Adrien knew it already, and-

"Okay, let's move inside," Marinette decided, linking her arm through his and gently tugging Adrien towards the bakery. "Then there won't be anyone approaching you, and I'll make a cup of tea and Maman can bring up some croissants or a baguette or cookies."

Adrien let himself be led, more than willing to follow Marinette. They headed across the park, into the warmth of the bakery, and up to the Dupain-Cheng living room, Marinette leading the way.

Her arm through his didn't feel constricting or possessive like it did when Lila or Chloe did it, Adrien noted absently as Marinette led him to the couch and released him, letting Adrien seat himself while she went to put the teapot on. She didn't hold on as tight or drag him around or towards her. If Adrien had stopped or decided that he wanted to let go, he would have been able to.

There were a lot of things that he liked a lot better when Marinette did them, really. Her hugs were the warmest he had gotten in ages, her arms wrapped around his chest to give the most full-bodied hug she would instead of hanging off of his neck like- well, like both Chloe and Lila and the occasional fangirl who decided to ignore his personal space, and the occasional cheek kiss that he got from Marinette felt like it was for him, not self-serving and for show like the cheek kisses Lila forced on him always were.

Marinette was more genuine, that was for sure. When she did things for him, it was because she truly wanted to help, not because she wanted to be seen with him and get famous.

"Oh, I forgot to switch off the TV before I headed out," Marinette commented as she came back over to rejoin Adrien on the sofa. She tucked her phone into her pocket as she settled down on the couch next to Adrien, and Adrien caught the flash of her text messages inbox on her screen. It looked like Marinette had a lot of unread messages. "I just saw the news about Lila online, and then spotted you on the TV, and headed straight out."

"It's okay," Adrien managed, catching Marinette's wrist before she could grab the remote to turn the TV off. "I kind of want to see what's going on. I might as well be prepared, at least, and see what people are saying."

Marinette nodded, sitting back as Adrien released her wrist. "I guess it's good to know what's going on. Not that we can really change much at this point, I guess."

"Yeah, I might as well have started an avalanche," Adrien admitted, keeping one eye on the TV. A muted commercial was playing right now, but he was sure that the news would return soon enough. "But I just got so ticked off at Lila for trying to pressure me into a relationship by announcing that we were dating, and then I overheard my father talking to Nathalie and he, well..."

Marinette looked absolutely horrified, clearly anticipating his next words. "Was he going to go along with Lila's lie? Oh, Adrien-!"

"Yeah," Adrien confirmed, unable to help but feel validated at Marinette's response. "And with both of those together..."

"You'd want to slam the door on that possibility as fast and as hard as possible," Marinette finished, as though she was reading his mind. She reached over, squeezing Adrien's hand. "Don't doubt yourself, Adrien. Whatever comes next, Lila deserves all the bad press and publicity that comes her way. She's the one who put herself in that position, what with all of her lies and manipulation."

Adrien flashed a grateful look at Marinette, unable to be anything but grateful that she had pulled him inside. If he had been by himself right now, his guilt and second-guessing himself would be eating him up from the inside.

As it was... well, Adrien was anxious about what the fallout was going to be, that was for sure. Lila probably wasn't going to be the only one to get in trouble, and Adrien hadn't even checked his phone since getting inside, too nervous about finding a message from his father, furious at him for doing an interview that definitely wasn't approved.

At least everything would probably be worth it in the end. He wouldn't have to deal with Lila anymore, Marinette wouldn't have to deal with Lila anymore, and he wouldn't have to worry about being forced into a relationship with one of the most manipulative, deceitful, and downright unpleasant people Adrien had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Adrien spent the rest of the afternoon at Marinette's house, curled up in a cozy blanket with his phone muted as they switched between ignoring the world while playing video games and watching the unfolding news coverage- and there was a lot.

Madam Chamack had taken it upon herself to make a beeline straight over to the Italian Embassy, where she had spent the better part of an hour camped out on the steps before being allowed inside and confronting Lila's very harried mother, who clearly had heard the news and was not coping well with it. Adrien felt a little sorry for her- Mrs. Rossi's coworkers were giving her rather dubious looks from their desks in the background- but seriously, how had she not managed to pick up on the fact that her daughter was such a liar?

Across town, Alec Cataldi had managed to hunt down Mr. Damocles and had followed him for a bit, trying to get his questions answered until the principal finally was able to duck away into his apartment building. There had been a lot of "no comments" or "that's classified information" or "we'll be looking into everything on Monday" in response to Alec's comments. That had only resulted in a fair bit of speculation on Alec's part as he re-stationed himself and his camera crew right outside of the Agreste mansion, clearly hoping for a statement about how Lila had started modeling for Gabriel and if she would be continuing but not quite daring enough to try the buzzer.

There was absolutely no sign of Lila at all, which was odd considering that (at least according to social media), she had been out on the streets, soaking up the attention that came with being Adrien Agreste's "girlfriend" only minutes before Adrien's interview aired.

Something told him that she wasn't going to be bothering him for a while. Even if her mom didn't immediately ship her out of the country, the legal trouble that Lila was going to be getting into was more than enough to keep Lila occupied for the near future.

Maybe Adrien would still have to deal with his father's displeasure about the press fallout from his impromptu interview, but, well, that was a problem for Future Adrien. For now, well, Adrien was more than content enough to spend as much time as he could with Marinette and her family.

He was free from Lila at last and honestly, Adrien couldn't be any more relieved.

#Miraculous Ladybug #My writing #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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You Don’t Scare Me, Boss (Sasha Banks x Reader)

Sasha had intimidating nearly everyone woman in the WWE all except for one, you so when she can’t intimidate you, she tries to get at you another way, but what happens when feelings start to develop along the way.

This fic is super SUPER smutty, you have been warned.

You roll your eyes as the woman with blue hair stands directly in your face, throwing insult after insult your way.

Eventually, the verbal assault ends and you smirk.

“You done?” You ask, a single brow arched.

Sasha’s eyes narrow as she lets out a scoff.

You shrug.

“Good talk.” You pat her shoulder before turning on your heels and walking away, leaving an incredibly confused Sasha Banks behind along with an equally confused cameraman.

***

You’re leaning back against a wall backstage a few weeks later, chewing on the end of a tooth pick when Sasha makes her presence known again, grabbing it out of your mouth and throwing it on the floor.

“Well that was rude.” You say with a pout.

“You think I care? Who do you think you are?” She yells. “Do you know who I am?” She scoffs and you smirk, pushing off the wall to close the distance between you and Sasha.

The two of you stand face to face, your eyes narrowed, and face expressionless.

“You don’t scare me, Boss.” Your brows arch.

Sasha shoves you back against the wall and you snicker.

“You should be scared.” She growls, her face inches away from your own.

“I have no reason to be.” You say as you push passed her and move down the hallway.

Sasha lets out a growl as she marches after you, grabbing your wrist and turning you around.

“I’m not done talking to you.” She snarls and you roll your eyes.

“Look, this whole, Blueprint, Standard persona isn’t doing it for me. I’m not afraid of you Sasha Banks, and that pisses you off.” You smirk cockily. “And I’d be remised to mention that in all this time you’ve been trying to intimidate me, you haven’t challenged me to a match.”

Sasha’s eyes widen slightly and she swallows hard.

“I wonder why that is.” You say, your eyes narrowed.

Sasha stares at you for a minute before she turns away and marches down the hallway, camera on her until she’s out of sight before it turns to you.

***

It’s another few weeks before Sasha makes her move, shoving you against a nearby wall, her fist cocked back, ready to strike.

Her brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C one’s and she sighs loudly, growling as she pulls away from you.

Your eyes narrow as you watch her rush away, a cameraman along with Charly Caruso who is staring at you, brow furrowed as she holds her microphone up to her mouth.

“Y/N, what just happened?” She asks and you shake your head as she holds the microphone out to you.

“Honestly, I don’t know.”

***

The following weeks, Sasha does everything she can to avoid you, her intimidation tactics ceasing in favor of ignoring you completely.

In all honesty, you’d missed the woman’s attempt to intimidate you. You found if far from threatening, to you, it was cute considering the woman was a lot shorter and smaller than you were.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when out of the corner of your eye you spot Sasha glancing your way. When your eyes lock, she turns away, marching down the backstage hallway and out of sight.

You cross your arms across your chest and take a deep breath. Your mind races, wondering what exactly it was that made The Boss had a change of heart.

***

The last thing you expected an hour or two later was to be shoved into a backroom by none other than the woman who’d been on your mind for months.

“What are you...” You start only to be silence by Sasha’s lips, pressing against your own.

She tries to take control, shoving you back into a nearby wall but you quickly turn the tables on her, pinning her against the wall as you kiss her feverishly.

She lets out a gasp, giving you the opening, you need to slip your tongue into her mouth.

Sasha lets out a whine as your spell your feelings out against her eager tongue.

You tangle your fingers in Sasha’s hair, giving it a tug, the action causing a sinful moan to tumble from Sasha’s open mouth and into your own.

You give her an answering groan that has the blue haired woman shivering.

Suddenly, Sasha gives you a rough shove and your back hits the opposite wall painfully.

Sasha stares at you with kiss swollen lips, brown orbs dark with lust.

“You’re so infuriating.” She growls before abruptly leaving the room, leaving you behind, even more confused than you already were.

***

Now, every time you saw that familiar head of blue hair, your heart would race the only thing on your mind being the kiss you two had shared nearly two months ago.

One night after a match with Sasha going against Charlotte Flair, you make your move.

The second you find her, you drag her into a nearby room and push her inside.

Sasha remains silent as you place your hands on either side of her head, palms flat against the wall behind her.

“You can’t kiss me like that then ignore me for two months.” You shake your head.

Sasha smirks cockily.

“Oh, you want me to kiss you again?” She asks softly, her fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the base of your neck.

You close your eyes, letting out an appreciative hum.

With your eyes closed, you completely miss the small, genuine smile that plays on Sasha’s lips.

The second your eyes flutter open, the smile disappears and Sasha smirks as she leans forwards, bypassing your lips in favor of leaning towards your ear.

“Well that’s too bad.” She arches a brow, nipping at your earlobe before she pushes you away from her and leaves the room.

You lean back into a nearby wall and let out a lengthy groan, swearing that afterward you can hear a giggle from the other side of the closed door.

***

After another few weeks of radio silence, you again are the one pushing Sasha into a dark corner of the arena.

“Need something?” Sasha says, grinning cockily.

Your lip curls in a snarl as you lift her up by her hips and place her on a nearby wheeled crate, your Y/E/C orbs locking with hers.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You ask. “Why?” Earning only a shrug from the blue haired woman.

Sasha leans forwards, her nose brushing against your own as her lips barely bump against your own.

“You said I don’t intimidate you...” She whispers her lips running along your sharp jawline.

“Maybe I just want to watch you squirm.”

You let out a lengthy sigh and throw your head back with a groan as Sasha jumps off the wheeled crate and walks away, looking over her shoulder to give you one last seductive smirk accompanied by a wink.

You lean down, your forehead resting on the crate where the woman was just sitting.

Maybe being intimidated by The Boss would be better than being teased relentlessly by her.

***

The teasing had made its way into the ring, the two of you eventually share a match together and Sasha ever so slightly kept rubbing her ass against the front of your tights.

She’d won the match, smirking as she celebrated while you made your way up the ramp quickly, and out of sight.

You hurried backstage, finding a secluded area of the building to duck into.

The inside of your tights was filled with wet slick heat and you knew you’d have to take care of the throbbing between your legs before you could do anything else.

Without any other option, you slip your hand inside your fingers coming in contact with your slick sex.

“Fuck.” You shuddered, knowing that you wouldn’t last long.

Little do you know, on the other side of the door, Sasha is leaning back against the wall, listening through the closed door at the sounds you’re making.

You let out a loud grunt that has Sasha squeezing her thigh together, gasping at the amount of pleasure she feels from that small action.

She glances around, the dark secluded area of the arena empty as she slips her hand into her tights.

You smack your head back into the wall, your brow furrowing as you draw fast, tight circles over your already swollen clit.

You let out a loud groan, your groan answered by a soft moan from the woman on the other side of the door.

Sasha’s eyes dart around, careful to not be caught by anyone in such a compromising position.

On the other side of the door, you’re panting heavily, seconds away from a hard release.

“Fuck.” You moan, your body shuddering hard.

“Sasha...” You groan out, your body trembling as you cum, hard.

On the other side of the door, Sasha is in a similar position, rocking against her hand as she moans.

Your eyes widen when you hear a moan from outside the door and quickly, you’re pushing it open and stepping out into the hall.

Your Y/E/C orbs darken as you watch Sasha shake and shudder, her hand in her tights as she rocks against it.

Boldly, you take a step towards her, your hands on either side of her head as you lean towards her ear.

“Cum. I want you to cum for me.” You whisper as you nip at her jawline.

Suddenly, Sasha stiffens, leaning forward to bite your shoulder in order to keep silent as she shakes violently.

Sasha lets out a soft whine as her hand leaves her tights, brown orbs locking with yours before she slips her digits into her mouth.

You close your eyes, body trembling as you feel your clit throb.

Sasha hums before leaning forwards, pushing her tongue into your mouth, giving you a taste of her essence.

Sudden footsteps have the two of you pulling apart and hiding behind a nearby crate.

You peek around the corner of the crate when the footsteps tapper off and you sigh deeply.

You turn to Sasha who is watching you with a satisfied smirk.

Brown orbs lock with Y/E/C and Sasha gives you a shrug before moving to her feet and walking away.

You let out a sound that can only be described is the sound of a dying whale.

Sasha Banks would be the death of you and part of you didn’t mind that at all.

***

Another few weeks pass, the moment between you and Sasha weighing heavily on your mind.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” You say as Sasha drags you into an empty room.

“I can’t take it anymore.” She growls as she shoves you back into a nearby wall, her hand slipping around the back of one of your thighs to pull it forwards before she straddles it.

“Make me cum.” She groans as she rocks down on your muscular thigh.

You stand stock still, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as Sasha grinds down on your thigh.

You gather your senses and place your hands on her hips, holding them tightly, stopping the woman from rocking back and forth.

“What are you doing?” She asks with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow.

You give her a smirk.

“You’ve been in control for so long.” You say, flipping the two of you so Sasha is now back against the wall.

You spread her legs and slip your thigh back between them.

“I’m in control now.” You growl as you nip at her pulse point.

You start a slow rhythm rolling your hips, your thigh rubbing deliciously back and forth across the apex between Sasha’s thighs.

“Faster.” She growls as you give her ear lobe a hard nip.

She lets out a groan as you roll your hips harder, and faster.

Sasha's fingernails dig into your bare back as her breathing quickens.

Sasha cums loud and hard, her body shuddering and shaking as you continue to roll your hips.

“Don’t stop.” Sasha whispers as she clings onto you.

“Fuck.” She cries out as your arms slip around her, your hands settling on her ass.

You give it a squeeze and she growls, that growl turning into a whimper when your hands slip beneath her tights.

Your fingers explore, stroking her from behind as she rocks hard against your thigh.

“Fuck I’m gonna…” She starts.

You sure forwards, your lips meeting hers just as she cums again.

You answer her appreciative sounds with some of your own, the woman coming down from her high slowly with the light rocking of your hips.

Your hands slip out from the back of Sasha's tights and you make a show of it when you bring them to your lips, ridding them of the woman's release.

“Fuck.” Sasha closes her eyes as she leans into the wall behind her.

Reluctantly, you take a step back, smiling cockily when Sasha has difficulty taking a step.

“Wipe that smirk off you face.” She growls as she advances on you, grabbing your chin with her thumb and index finger.

Your eyes widen when she leans forwards, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

Your eyes lock with her dark brown orbs and you smile, one Sasha almost immediately returns.

Without another word she turns and leaves the room, leaving you behind.

***

Your match with Mandy Rose had just concluded, with you as the victor.

You celebrate with the audience before heading backstage, ready to clean up a bit for the rest of the show.

You don’t get anywhere near the locker room however before you’re being dragged away by Sasha Banks.

“Come here often?” You joke as Sasha shoves you back onto a crate in a dark secluded back room.

Sasha surges forwards slipping her hand down the front of your tights.

“Hey… Whoa…” You sigh, eyes closing and brow furrowing as Sasha draws tight circles over your clit.

You rock into her, your head lolling back as the blue haired woman watches you with a smirk.

Without warning two digits slip inside you and you groan, loudly.

“Feels good?” Sasha purrs as she gently kisses your neck.

“Ye-Yeah…” You breathe out, your furrowed brow deepening as Sasha hits a spot inside you that causes your toes to curl in your boots.

“Fuck right there.” You beg, and Sasha is only happy to oblige.

Your mouth hangs open as the woman’s fingers slip in and out of your wet heat, finding each and every spot that makes you moan, moans that Sasha answers with her own.

Stars explode behind your eyes as you tumble over the edge, your body shaking as you cum, Sasha’s name leaving your parted lips.

Sasha’s moan causes your eyes to flash open, widening seconds later when you realize the woman has cum with no stimulation.

Sasha’s dark brown orbs lock with yours as her fingers slip out of you.

You let out a soft sigh when she makes a show out of sucking her fingers clean.

Ever so gently, her lips press against your own, a tan hand resting gently on your chest, over your beating heart.

Her other hand gently cups your face, her thumb tracing your bottom lip so delicately you’d think you were made of glass.

Abruptly, Sasha pulls always and rushes out of the room, leaving you behind without even a single look back.

You saw more than lust in her dark brown orbs, and you knew that your eyes were reflecting the same thing.

***

Sasha had kept her distance from you, months passing with the only contact between you two being in the ring when need be.

You’d tried to speak to her, but to no avail, and it’s then you realized what your heart had been telling you since you and Sasha started, whatever it was you started.

You’d fallen for her, and absence certainly made the heart grow fonder.

Try as you might, you couldn’t get her alone, she was almost always with Bayley and when you were around, she wouldn’t even look in your direction.

You pushed into your hotel room with a frown, throwing your things on the floor before making your way into the bathroom for a shower.

After a hot steamy shower, you head back into your room, a towel around you as you riffle through your luggage.

A sudden knock on the door makes you freeze, your eyes widening.

You glance over your shoulder when once again someone pounds on the door.

You advance on the door, leaning against the door to look through the peephole.

Almost immediately, you tug the door open, your eyes locking with a familiar pair of dark brown orbs.

Sasha’s brow arches and she smirks.

You clear your throat, glancing down at yourself realizing you’re still in only a towel.

“Uhh, come in. Let me get dressed.” You whisper, stepping aside for Sasha to come in.

You head back in the bathroom, leaving the woman behind in your room as you get dressed, unfortunately for you, the only clothes you had in the bathroom were your clothes you planned to sleep in, that being a pair of boxers and a sports bra.

You walk out in the aforementioned clothes, your cheeks flushed.

“Sorry, was all I had, let me-

You start, only for Sasha to stand and grab your arm. Her eyes lock with yours as she places her palm onto your muscled abdomen.

She traces your muscles and you swallow hard, your eyes closing.

“Sit.” She commands and you nod, your eyes locked with hers as you take a seat on the bed.

She pushes you until your back meets the bed’s headboard before she straddles your waist.

“Sasha...” You start, but she shakes her head, placing an index finger against your pursed lips.

“Shhhh.”

She gently cups your cheeks, her thumb dragging back and forth across your cheekbones.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers and you frown, opening your mouth to retort, but Sasha again places her index finger against your lips, silencing you.

“I need you to know, I wasn’t using you for sex.” She whispers as her nails dig into the nape of your neck, just the way you like it.

You hum, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I wanted...” She pauses for a second to take a deep breath. “I want more; I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Your eyes flash open as they dart around the woman’s face.

“You... You want more too?” You swallow hard, clenching your jaw as tears gather behind your eyes.

Sasha’s eyes widen as she leans her forehead against yours. She brushes her nose softly against yours as she wipes the tears sliding down your cheeks away with her thumbs.

“I never meant to make you feel this way.” She whispers as she leans up, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You wrap your arms around her and pull her close, nuzzling against her collar bone with a lengthy sigh.

“You mean it...? You feel the same way?” You whisper against her neck and she nods.

“How could I not?” She asks and you pull back.

Sasha gently cups your cheeks.

“Look at you...” She whispers, as her thumb runs across your bottom lip.

“You’re strong, confident, maybe more cocky than confident.” Sasha smirks and you chuckle, your eyes fluttering open and locking with hers.

“I could go on forever about those eyes, and your smile.” Sasha’s thumb runs back along your bottom lip, you press a kiss to it, making the blue haired woman blush.

Sasha then quirks a brow, her hands running from your cheeks before slowly running down to your chest and over your muscular abdomen.

“And I mean, I could go on forever about your body.” Sasha winks and you blush, glancing away, but when Sasha cups your cheek you can’t help but turn towards her, smiling tenderly up at her.

Sasha smiles, just as tenderly, her eyes shining with adoration.

“I never knew I could fall in love with someone who’s so stubborn.” Sasha shakes her head and your eyes widen.

“Love?” You whisper and her brown orbs widen, nervously darting around your face. “You love me?” You whisper and Sasha swallows hard, nodding.

“I’m in love with you...” She whispers, voice so soft you have to strain your ears to hear it.

You smile, touching her since the first time she came into the room.

Sasha closes her eyes leaning into your touch.

“I’m in love with you too.” You whisper and Sasha’s eyes flash open, the woman gasping when you roll the two of you over, her ending up with back now against the mattress as you hover over her.

The blue haired woman looks angelic beneath you, her blue hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her as she looks up at you with glassy brown orbs.

You feel honored to even touch her and the thought of having her all to yourself is exhilarating.

“I want you in a way I’ve never had you before.” You blurt out, your eyes going wide, cheeks flushing blood red.

Sasha’s eyes widen too, her cheeks dusted pink as she stares up at you.

Sasha smiles, her pearly white teeth on display.

Spurred on by her smile, you continue.

“I want to take my time with you, worship you, cherish you...” You whisper and Sasha’s grin widens as she cups your cheeks.

“I wouldn’t want anything more.” She whispers, her fingertips trailing along your jawline.

You let out a purr when her fingers end up at the nape of your neck, scratching the tender flesh there.

Sasha grins, sitting up, her lips now inches from your own.

“I love how every time I do this...” She digs her nails into your neck and you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. “You melt.” She whispers, pressing a kiss to the curve of your jaw.

“Feels nice.” You hum, feeling Sasha smile against your jawline.

Even in your blissed-out state you manage to cup Sasha’s cheeks and ever so gently, press a kiss to her full lips.

The kiss is much like the one you’d shared during your last tryst, her lips not demanding, but soft, and loving, a gentle caress that you could get use to feeling for a long time.

The two of you part,, eyes fluttering open before they lock milliseconds later.

Gently, you guide Sasha back until her head meets the pillow.

You lean down, hovering inches above her, bumping your nose playfully against hers until the woman lets out a giggle.

You press a kiss to the tip of her nose before your lips finally press against hers, her bottom lip trapped between your lips.

Sasha lets out a hum as you tilt your head, changing the angle of the kiss, thus changing the way your lips slot together.

A groan passes through the woman’s lips when you gently swipe your tongue against her bottom lip.

Sasha immediately parts her lips, but instead of adding your tongue into the mix, you divide your attention between her upper lip and bottom lip, taking the latter between your teeth and giving it a tug.

Sasha whines, that whine turning into a moan when your tongue finally slips between her parted lips, taking the first swipe at her tongue with your own.

This kiss is unlike any of the other’s you’d shared before, the feel of Sasha’s tongue on your own making your body shudder and shake.

Sasha’s finger tangle in your hair, nails again digging into the nape of your neck.

You let out a purr, Sasha smiling against your lips as she takes charge, her tongue slipping into your open mouth.

You sigh as her tongue, gently massages your own.

Eventually, the two of you part, though Sasha is quick to lean in, pressing kisses to your neck.

“I want to make love to you.” You whisper and Sasha pulls back, brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C ones and she grins, whispering as she bumps her nose against yours.

“I want you too.”

Slowly, you sit up, pulling her with you, the woman immediately holding her arms up so you can rid her of the offending clothing, in this case, the woman’s shirt.

Your mouth dries when you realize she’s bare beneath her shirt.

You lick your lips, eyeing her chest eagerly as you wrap your arms around her.

Sasha tilts her head back, eyes closing as you bury your face between her breasts and press soft kisses to the mounds of flesh, before you lean up, gently nipping at her collarbone.

Sasha lets out a hum as you trail your nose along her collarbone, running it up her neck before you latch onto Sasha’s pulse point, sucking the flesh there until you leave a purple bruise behind.

You pull back, grinning when Sasha cups your cheeks and immediately pulls you into a kiss, though the kiss is firmer, it’s still filled with passion, the two of you smiling against one another's lips as you part.

Sasha’s finger slips under the strap of your sport bra, giving it a playful snap.

You wiggle your brows, holding your arms up allowing Sasha to pull the sports bra off of you revealing your chest to her.

Sasha leans forwards, pressing gently kisses to your breasts before she focuses on one of your nipples, kissing and sucking the erect bud before turning her attention to the other, giving it equal attention.

You can’t help but give Sasha’s breasts attention as she lavishes your breasts with attention, pinching and tweaking her nipples before rubbing your palm against them.

Sasha’s hips cant into yours and you smirk. She inhales sharply, pulling away from your chest with a groan when you grab her hips and slowly tug them forward, aiding in the woman’s rocking into you.

You pull her up into your lap, the woman’s eyes locking with yours, her forehead resting against yours as the two of you rock her hips.

Sasha’s brows furrow as her hips pick up speed, head tilting back allowing you to presses kisses to her exposed neck.

Sasha’s fingers tangle in your hair as you kiss her neck, nipping at her pulse point.

“Lay back.” You whisper and Sasha does, her legs wrapped around your waist while her back meets the mattress.

You smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her flat stomach, Sasha letting out a soft hum.

“Can I take these off?” You ask, tugging at the waistband of her shorts.

Sasha cups your cheeks, pulling you up until your lips meet.

“Of course.” She whispers against your lips.

You pull back momentarily, Sasha lifting her hips so you can rid her of her damp panties and shorts.

You toss them over your shoulder and eye the woman hungrily before climbing back on top of her, lips meeting hers.

Slowly, your fingertips trail down her body, brushing her nipples teasingly before your hand travels further south.

Her brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs and you smile, your fingers trailing up her slit.

Sasha leans her head back, eyes closing as her hips arch slightly.

Your fingers toy at her entrance and Sasha sighs, her tongue slipping between the tight line her lips had formed.

You lean down, pressing your lips gently to hers, your tongue slipping into her open mouth.

“Oh.” Sasha sighs as you slip a single digit inside her, curling your finger inside her, exploring her tight channel for the first time.

Sasha sighs as you slip your finger in and out of her, curling it against her frontal wall.

You add another digit into the mix and Sasha lets out a moan.

“Y/N...” She purrs and you moan in return.

You curl your finger, digits slipping in and out of her as your stare at her face, watching each and every reaction.

Sasha’s eyes flutter open and she gives you a grin, lips parting in a moan as your thumb brushes her clit.

You lean down, nuzzling against her pulse point.

“Does it feel good?” You ask, taking her earlobe between your teeth and she inhales sharply, the heel of your palm rubbing against her clit.

“God...” She whispers as you lick up her neck, her hips rolling as your fingers move in and out of her, rubbing her clit with the heel of your palm.

This feels unlike any of the trysts you shared, the moment is sensual, as if even in the short times the two of you were together sexually, you’d learned everything about one another’s bodies.

And unlike every other time, when Sasha’s eyes lock with yours, you don’t only see lust, you see nothing but love.

You cup her cheek with your free hand and Sasha moans, turning to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

Your fingers slip in and out of her most intimate spot, your eyes still locked with hers and in that moment you know what complete and utter bliss is.

You lean down, your nose brushing Sasha’s.

“I love you.” You whisper against her lips, her body shaking and shuddering as your fingers slip in and out of her.

Sasha moans against your lips.

“I love you too.” She whispers, seconds later stilling, eyes slammed shut, mouth hanging open. You press your lips to hers, the woman letting an obscene moan out into your open mouth. She shudders and shakes as she cums, her body twitching from the aftershock of an earth-shattering orgasm.

You help her down from her high, fingers slowing before they slip out of Sasha, the woman letting out a soft oh as your fingers leave her.

Sasha’s dark brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs and you smirk, slipping your digits in your mouth to suck them clean.

Sasha groans, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

“Damn...” She stretches and you smirk, watching ask her fit body, covered in a thin sheen of sweat flexes.

You smirk, silently slipping down the woman’s body while she’s in her blissed out state.

“Y/N?” Sasha yawns, reaching for you, but when her search comes up empty, her brows furrow.

Brown eyes flutter open and her eyes double in size when she realizes you’re settled between her legs, smirking up at her with an arched brow.

Sasha swallows hard, pupils dilating and you smirk.

“I’m far from done with you Sasha Banks.” You whisper as you crawl up her, resting your chin on her lower abdomen.

“I could always stop of you want me to.” You smirk and Sasha shakes her head.

“You better not.” Her eyes narrow and you grin, tongue trapped between your teeth.

“Oh and what will you do if I do Boss?” You smirk and Sasha smirks back, a brow arched.

Suddenly, she slips her hand between her own legs and starts circling her clit with her fingertips.

Sasha’s lips part, breathing out a moan as she draws tight circles over her clit.

You grab her by her wrist, stopping her and taking her fingers into your mouth, sucking the woman’s essence from her fingers.

“This is mine.” You whisper as you palm her sex, the woman’s brows furrowing, back arching.

You slowly slip down her body, smirking at the way Sasha bites her lip in anticipation.

“Someone looks excited.” You whisper, as you kiss her pantie line, trailing down one of her legs before trailing up the other, kissing her calf and nipping teasingly at her thighs.

You press a kiss to Sasha’s lower lips and she gasps.

“Y/N, come on you’re killing me.” She groans and you smirk, blowing against her soaked slit.

“UGH!” Sasha cries out and you smirk.

You lean in, spreading her lips and licking up her exposed sex.

“Fuck.” Sasha growls and you chuckle.

“We’ve got a vocal one.” You smirk as your tongue swipes at her dripping sex, purposely avoiding her clit.

“Please.” Sasha whines, looking down at you with shining brown orbs, that immediately make you cave.

The first swipe of your tongue against her clit is like something you’d never experienced, sending a shiver down your spine that shoots straight to your core.

And the sound.

The sound that tumbles from Sasha’s parted lips is obscene, it’s throaty and you’d do anything to hear it again, and you do, latching on to her clit and sucking as hard as you can, just to hear the sound.

Sasha throws her head back, groaning loudly, her back arching high off the bed as you slip your tongue into her entrance, swirling it and wiggling it inside her, causing the woman to only moan louder.

Sasha fists the sheets, head leaned back as she moans loudly, caring not about anyone in the rooms nearby and honestly, you couldn’t careless as well.

You pull the bed's blankets under you, rocking yourself against it with a grunt, getting off on the sound of the woman’s moans alone.

You pull the hood of the woman’s clit back and flick your tongue against the newly exposed shafting, earning an obscene moan unlike anything you’d ever heard leave Sasha’s mouth.

Sasha’s essence coats your chin as she comes with a shudder, back arched as she rocks into your face.

You aid her in coming down from her high, ebbing off your own release, though you’re teetering over the edge.

Sasha stills and your eyes slam shut, hips rolling against the wad of blankets.

What pushes you over the edge though is when your eyes flutter open and your lock with Sasha’s brown orbs.

Your brows knit together as you cum with a shudder, your body shaking as your body gives out beneath you, your head resting on Sasha’s hard, twitching abs.

Gentle fingers run through your hair and you smile, yawning as you turn, nuzzling into her abdomen.

“Did you cum just watching me?” Sasha winks and your cheeks flush as you turn your head, hiding it against her flat tummy.

“Hey.” Sasha’s nails dig into the nape of your neck and you hum, eye lids fluttering shut.

“Hmmm?” You hum and Sasha smiles.

“Come up here.” She whispers and you do as she asks, crawling up her and falling beside her.

You turn, eyes immediately locking with Sasha’s and you smile.

Sasha rolls over with a smile, settling on top of you.

“You think we’re done?” She asks with an arched brow and you blush, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I was hoping we weren’t.” You shrug and Sasha rolls her eyes, leaning in for a kiss.

Sasha’s tongue prods at your bottom lip before slipping into your open mouth.

You let out a groan when Sasha’s thigh slips between your spread legs, flexing against your damp boxers.

At the first roll of her hips, your brows furrow as your eyes slam shut.

Sasha hovers over you, watching your each and every reaction with each roll of her hips.

“I think it’s time we take these off.” Sasha purrs as she tugs at your boxers and you’re more than happy to lift your hips, allowing the blue haired woman to rid you of the pair of boxers.

Sasha pulls you up into a sitting position before climbing on top of you, her sex against your own.

You throw your head back with a groan, the feel of her wet core against your own bringing you utter ecstasy.

Sasha grabs the headboard behind you and starts rolling her hips, rubbing the apex between her thighs against your own.

“Oh god.” You growl, wrapping your arms around her as you rock your hips into hers.

Sasha gasps at the feel of the two of you in such an intimate position, the pair of you feeling absolutely nothing but pleasure.

“Sasha...” You moan, burying your face in her neck.

Sasha’s fingers tangle in your hair, nails digging into you’re the nape of your neck and your body sags.

You grab Sasha’s bare ass, the two of you bouncing and rubbing against one another.

You can feel the woman in your lap is close by the way her body starts to twitch, her thighs shaking with each roll of your hips.

You can feel your own release coming as your hips roll wildly, without any type of rhythm, soon Sasha’s hips are rolling just as sloppily, the headboard knocking against the wall behind you as the two of you rut into one another.

“Fuck... I’m...” Sasha starts, but she’s cut off when you let out a guttural moan into her neck, body going ridged as you cum, shaking and shuddering.

Sasha follows quickly behind letting out a high-pitched moan as she cums for a third time that night, body shaking and shuddering.

You both eventually still, your hips slowing as you both come down from your highs.

You fall back, Sasha collapsing on top of you as your wrap your arms rightly around her, the woman grinning as she buries her face in your neck.

“Damn.” You whisper, much like Sasha had earlier and the blue haired woman grins.

“Yeah, damn.” She says, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You feel your eye lids growing heavy before they eventually droop shut, Sasha settled on your chest as you let sleep welcome you with open arms.

Sasha nuzzles into your neck, smiling when she picks her head up and sees that you are fast asleep. She rolls her eyes playfully, cupping your cheek with one hand.

“I love you Y/N, I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.” She says softly and you smile in your sleep, that being enough of an answer to Sasha that you’d heard her.

Sasha’s hand remains on your cheek as she settles back down on your chest. She presses a single, soft kiss to your neck before she allows sleep to take her, ready for whatever the following day will bring, hoping that she’s able to wake up with you every morning for a really long time.

#wwe imagine #sasha banks x reader #sasha banks imagine #sasha banks imagines

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Golden (Final Chapter Pt. 1)

First Chapter: Chapter 1

Last Chapter: Chapter 13

Next Chapter: Final Chapter Pt. 2

Wanna talk to Golden and get to know him or expose him? Then follow @goldenrecs!

A/N: WE’VE FINALLY ARRIVED TO THE FINAL CHAPTER OF GOLDEN! Unfortunately, it was getting waaay too long so I have to split it in two parts. I’ll give my sap, emotional author’s note on the second part. Speaking off, the second part should be up within a week or two! Please enjoy the first part of the last chapter of Golden! Please tell me your thoughts! It makes me happy~ OH! And for the almost last time, please listen to this~

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

“Good morning! This is Wendy reporting outside of the Language Hall’s auditorium where just an hour from now, the creative writing final exam will start! It is expected that our school’s biggest mystery, Golden, will reveal himself to the world or, er, his classmates,” the reporter giggled nervously at her slipup. Shaking her head, she directed the cameraman to pan the camera to the crowd of students awaiting outside of the auditorium doors. No one could tell who was actually in the class and who was just there to see Golden. There were signs with various names of who they assumed was Golden, girls and guys dressed up as if Golden was going to propose to them after their reveal, and just curious passersby.

“Yes, it is 7am and in half an hour, the doors to the auditorium will open to allow those taking the final in,” Wendy grinned in the camera as it panned back to her. Shifting her eyes to a random student waiting in the massive line, she motioned the cameraman to follow her. “Ah yes, here we have a fan of Golden waiting anxiously to see his-“

“I’m here for my final.” The female student cut the young reporter off. Wendy’s eyes widened briefly before letting out a forced chuckle.

“Of course, you are! But Golden will be revealing himself in your final today! Aren’t you excited-“

“I just want a decent grade.” The girl said in a matter-of-fact tone.

The fake smile on Wendy’s face fell as she glared slightly at the woman. The cameraman cleared his throat to try to get the reporter to return to acting professional. However, the woman didn’t seem to understand the gesture. “So, why are you here so early then, huh?”

The student dramatically looked behind her at the crowd of students and even faculty that was still growing before exasperatedly swinging her arms open. “I dunno, maybe because I’d like to be able to actually get inside? Listen, I think you all are crazy bitc-“

Wendy immediately whipped around to face the camera to cut off the woman’s words, her hair smacking the student behind her in the process. “Okay! We will cut to the weather forecast for the week and come back here later!”

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair as he clicked off his phone. This was going to be a long day – he already expected it. Not only would he have to sit through 200 students presenting their blog to the class and the professor, but he would have to deal with the campus afterwards obsessing over him. Namjoon told him that maybe it would blow over when everyone came back in the new year after the holiday break, however, Jungkook had an unsettling feeling it wouldn’t be that easy. Sure, maybe it’d die down a little, but he was a big deal. People outside of the university knew about him and his blog.

He had all of this to worry about and his nerves. Jungkook was nothing like Golden in the outside world. He was a shy guy who tried to avoid human contact with others as much as possible. That’s why he strolled around campus with his AirPods stuffed in his ears. Just thinking about over half of the university knowing him gave him slight anxiety. However, what worried him the most was Y/N. Today – in like an hour or whenever he got up to present – she would know that the guy she crushed on was him. She’d know that he was the one who casually flirted with her online and secretly dedicated songs to her. She’d know how Golden has been by her side this entire semester – right under her nose. But, along with knowing who he was, she’d know he was the reason why she received so much hate on her blog that she deleted. The reason why her and her best friend got into a fight. Why she was confused about Taehyung. That he -Golden - was the reason for all her stress this semester.

Would the 19-year-old hate him? Jungkook worried about this the most. He really liked Y/N. And he hoped that the same feelings she developed for Golden could be passed onto him. They were technically the same person, right? Would Y/N also see it that way? Shaking his head, Jungkook glanced at the time on his watch. 7:07am. Letting out a sigh, he stood up from the table in the school’s dining hall. He guess he’d better start making his way towards class.

~!~

Chloe’s POV

“The fuck…?” Chloe frowned as she looked in front of her at the long line of people coming from the Language Hall building where her creating writing class was. She knew the class held about 200 students and those who’ve skipped almost the entirety of the semester – such as herself – would appear today, but Chloe knew all these people weren’t in her class. Especially since the university’s news team was reporting and casually walking up to certain students in line to, what she assumed, interview them.

Just the sight of the reporters and the people made the woman want to turn on her heel and head straight back to her dorm to sleep. However, she knew she had to be here to support her best friend and whatever she was going to present to the class for her blog. That and Chloe kind of needed to pass the class. Also, she was curious as to how Jungkook would reveal himself to the world or whatever. So, she couldn’t leave.

Y/N didn’t return from the dance studio last night, so she was expecting whatever the sophomore was planning for her blog to be epic. She didn’t have any doubts. Y/N was a phenomenal dancer and if she was incorporating that into her blog, then Chloe knew she would pass. She hoped. She prayed.

“Wow,” Chloe jumped slightly as a deep voice let out a low whistle from beside her. Her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets at the sight of Namjoon standing beside her casually, hands stuffed in his pockets, and looking at the crowd.

“W-what are you doing here?” Chloe felt her face heating up from him standing beside her. She hasn’t talked to him since she admitted to him about her blog and how he told her he wasn’t mad about it. “Oh, are you looking for Y/N? I don’t think she’s here yet.”

“Actually,” Namjoon turned and looked down at the shorter girl with a small smile plastered on his lips. If Chloe was blushing before, she was definitely blushing now. “I was looking for you.”

“F-funny. Usually it’s me who’s looking for you,” she nervously chuckled as she try to look anywhere but him.

“Yeah,” he also let out a chuckle that Chloe swear made her heart beat a bit faster. “Just wanted to wish you good luck on your presentation.”

“Eh,” Chloe shrugged. “It’s not really my presentation I’m worried about but thanks.”

“So, uh, I should probably start heading to my exam now,” Namjoon said as he glanced back towards the crowd. “They really… got the news team out here…”

“Golden’s finally going to end. I bet he’s happy…”

Namjoon chuckled again at this. “More like nervous… but… he has nothing to worry about, right?”

Chloe looked up at Namjoon’s questioning arched brow at her. She already knew what he meant by that. She grinned at the senior. “Nothing at all! Well, I should probably get in line for my class. Wow… I really have to wait in a line for my final.”

“Hm, okay. See you around!” Namjoon nodded at her as the girl gave him one last grin before turning around to walk away. However, before she could get too far, she felt a hand grab hers and pull her back slightly.

“What is it?” She arched a brow at him as Namjoon removed his other hand from his pocket. Flipping Chloe’s hand around, he placed a flash drive into her palm and wrapped her fingers around it.

“You should make an edit to your last blog post,” Namjoon simply said before letting go of the girl’s hand and turned to walk away. Chloe stood there confused as she looked at the black flash drive in her hand. What did he just give her? Did he really give her a flash drive as a good luck gift for her final? And what did he mean by her last blog post? Suddenly remembering what her post was about, her eyes widened as she looked back up at his retreating figure. Smiling softly, she carefully shoved it into her pocket and whipped out her phone as she began walking towards the line of students.

Bitchhhhhhh, guess what just happened! Also, wtf r u? There’s a line outside of CW.

~!~

Your POV

“One and two and three and four and one and done!” Hoseok shouted over the music as your chest heaved heavily as you held your ending pose. The senior immediately started clapping excitedly as a wide grinned brightened his face. Meanwhile, you fell to the ground trying to catch your breath. You had been up all night choreographing a dance to present for your blog. Then, you had to make sure it was almost perfect as if you hadn’t just thought about it a couple of hours ago. After leaving your dorm last night, you had texted both Jimin and Hoseok to ask them with the recording and to give out any pointers. Jimin couldn’t come because of two finals he had later in the day, but Hoseok, who was finished with his finals for the week, arrived at the studio around 4:30am. By then, you had made up a dance and he helped you with some parts but mostly said how it was a beautiful dance and different from your usual style. You knew it had to of have been decent since Hoseok was the school’s dance team captain and has won dance competitions throughout his life. Getting his approval meant a lot.

“I could feel the emotion through each move! Everyone’s going to love it, Y/N!” Hoseok walked over to you and handed you a bottle of water. Sitting up and grabbing the water, you chugged it down before standing up.

“Thanks! Now I just have to do some slight edits and upload to my blog!” You smiled at the man. However, he didn’t return your smile and, instead, glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Uh… doesn’t your final start at 8?”

“Yeah, why?” You asked as you followed his gaze to the clock. Immediately your eyes widened. 7:52. Panicking, you ran over to your phone that Hoseok had used to record your dance. You forgot you had turned on do not disturb so you wouldn’t be interrupted in the studio. Looking at your notifications, you saw you had several missed calls and messages from Chloe, Jimin, and even a message from Taehyung. Grabbing your bag, you dashed out of the studio door, only managing to give Hoseok a quick wave in the process.

“Good luck!” Hoseok called out.

You frantically tried to balance your bag on your shoulder and trim your dance video as you ran past the information desk. There was no way you were going to make it to the final on time. First off, you were sweaty and gross from dancing throughout the night. You had to go back to your dorm and shower first. Sitting in a three-hour final covered in sweat and surrounded by the stench of your B.O. just didn’t sound pleasant to you.

“Y/N!” You stopped briefly as Hannah, the receptionist and your friend, called out to you.

“Can’t talk! Gonna be late for my final!” You waved to her as you continued to head towards the door.

“I know! Good luck with Golden! I’m sure he’ll like you no matter what!” She shouted. Your heart pounded at the thought of Golden – Jungkook. Today was it. Not only was he going to reveal himself to the school, but you were going to reveal your feelings for him in front of the school. Now, there was a strong possibility that Jungkook didn’t return your feelings and you’d be embarrassed for the rest of your college career. However, you held out hope that maybe – just maybe – the freshman held similar feelings. He blushed around you a lot and was quiet, but you always assumed that was because he was just shy. Chloe did hint several times that he may have feelings for you, but it was Chloe you were talking about. At the beginning of the semester, she thought every guy she landed her eyes on in CW was Golden.

Speaking of being shy, how was he going to reveal himself? Online, Jungkook had this outgoing, sassy personality. Offline, however, he kept to himself when not around his close friends with his AirPods stuffed in his ears. You were kind of expecting for the 18-year-old to get on the stage, do a slight wave to the class, and casually be all, “Hi, my name is Jungkook and I’m Golden. The end.” Would people believe such a laidback, unoriginal reveal? You had no clue, but you were sure once they saw his blog, they probably would. Or maybe he’d go all out. He’ll start dancing to one of the songs he covered on his blog. Maybe he’d dance to his recent cover of Paper Hearts? You kind of hoped he wouldn’t. Whatever it was, you just knew you’d have to hurry and get changed and run to class. It was bad enough you were going to be late as is.

As you jogged down the sidewalk towards your dorm, you felt your phone buzz in your hand. It was probably Chloe again asking where you were. Apparently, there was a line just to get in your final. Not giving it a second thought, you lifted your phone up to glance at it only to temporarily halt in your tracks as it wasn’t a text from Chloe, but an anonymous message sent to your blog. That was weird. Your blog was made mere hours ago. Who could’ve found you already? Beginning to walk again, you opened the message.

Anon: new blog or not, when Golden reveals himself today, it’ll be ME he’ll dedicate songs to and not you. C u l8r “dancercookies”

Your heart sunk a bit at the message. One thing you thought you escaped when you deleted your old blog was the anon hate you got just by simply knowing Jungkook. How did this person find you? You were pretty sure Jungkook didn’t know of your new blog. He, just like everyone else besides Chloe and Jimin, were unaware of your resurrected blog. And on top of that, it was one of the Golden fans who saw him as an idol or something and wanted to confess their love for him after the reveal. Shaking the thoughts from your head, your eyes glanced towards the time on your phone. 7:58. Panic setting in again, you shoved your phone inside your pocket and jogged towards your dorm again. There was no way you were going to be on time. It just wasn’t a way around it.

~!~

Chloe’s POV

Chloe tapped her foot impatiently as she kept looking behind her to see if she could spot her short best friend anywhere in the line of people. However, all she saw were tired, excited, and annoyed students that seemed to stretch on for miles. Okay, miles was a little exaggerating, but the line was long. The doors to the auditorium would be opening at any minute and Chloe just knew she’d have to jab and elbow her way through the rush of students. Walking in an orderly fashion seemed to be the last thing on everyone’s minds. Besides the MIA Y/N, Golden himself was nowhere to be spotted amongst the crowd. Jungkook was kind of tall but so were a lot of the other guys who stood in the line. Frowning, Chloe let out a huff while crossing her arms and turning back to face the person in front of her. Trying to get an estimate of how many people she’d have to fight through, the blonde girl’s eyes landed on Wendy, the school’s main news reporter, and her camera guy behind her. The junior seemed to be interviewing another student. Poking her head farther out from behind the person in front of her, she tried to get a better view of the interviewee. Instantly, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the woman before a small fire sparked in them. It was no one other than Seulgi. Seulgi… the woman who has been harassing Y/N since Golden started noticing her on his blog. The woman who told Namjoon about her blog. How she even knew about Chloe’s blog surprised her but all of that didn’t matter.

Chloe stepped away from the line and started her way towards the three people. Originally, Chloe had hoped karma would come along and take care of Seulgi, but the opportunity to set her straight was knocking at her door. And who would Chloe be not to answer it? Just as she was in hearing distance of them, she felt someone wrap their hand around her wrist as they pulled her back towards the line.

“What the hell – oh – oh! It’s you!” Chloe’s eyes widened at the man who had now let go of her wrist. “I don’t have time to talk to you, Taehyung, I have business to take care of-“

“Where’s Y/N?” Taehyung asked the blonde woman, ignoring her rambling about putting Seulgi or whoever in her place. At hearing the woman’s name, however, Chloe stopped talking and arched a brow.

“You’re still caught up on her? Listen, Tae, can I call you Tae-“

“No-“

“Y/N doesn’t have feelings for you. I thought that’s what ya’ll talked about yesterday?”

“Chloe, listen-“

“Also, you being Vmusic95? I knew it. You never gave me a Golden vibe-“

“Y/N needs to be here on time!” Taehyung suddenly shouted, causing a few students to stop chattering and turn their attention to the two. Even Wendy had stopped conducting her interview with Seulgi to turn and look. Seulgi leaned forward to also see what the commotion was. Her mistake. Chloe’s eyes immediately locked onto the brown-haired woman and Seulgi swore she was snarling a bit at her. Turning away from Seulgi, Chloe looked back towards Taehyung.

“Duh, it’s our final but why exactly do you care after she dumped you?”

Taehyung smacked his face at Chloe’s blunt question. The woman really didn’t have a filter. “It’s for Jung-“

“Ah, Taehyung! Or Vmusic95, am I correct?” Wendy suddenly popped over to the pair. The cameraman shoved his camera into Chloe’s face much to the girl’s annoyance. She eyed the man up and down before pushing the camera away from her with her hand, earning a “hey” from the man in the process.

“Uh… yeah…” Taehyung said nervously as Wendy grinned in his face.

“How does it feel being the inferior blog to Golden!? Even to the point that the Cinderella of this fiasco, Y/N, chose Golden over you?”

“Uh…” Taehyung’s face turned red as he looked away from the peering camera. His eyes contacted the surrounding students around him who were awaiting his answer before looking towards the ground. Chloe arched a brow at the man’s sudden behavior. She’d only known Taehyung a couple of months and only hung out a couple of times, but she knew he was rarely shy. He was always babbling about something and had this goofy box-like grin plastered on his face. Y/N… must’ve really broken his heart and yet, here he was, trying to see that Y/N and Jungkook were happy. He even exposed himself yesterday so, what Chloe assumed, Y/N could have final confirmation that he wasn’t Golden, and it was Jungkook – the man Y/N liked. Anyone with eyes could tell the girl had feelings for the 18-year-old. Anyone could tell Jungkook had feelings for her. Except, well, maybe Y/N.

Taehyung was obviously still hurting, and Wendy and her team weren’t making it any better. Sucking her teeth, Chloe stood in front of Taehyung, trying her best to cover him from the camera. She didn’t care for Taehyung that much still, but she wasn’t going to let this reporter make him feel worse than he already did.

“His blog wasn’t inferior, Wendy. It was nearly as popular as Golden’s. Just because he didn’t entertain anons like Golden did all the time didn’t make his blog any less. I was a fan of his blog and at least he had the balls to reveal himself and not lead people on until the last minute-“

“Uh…” Chloe’s ears perked up at the sound of Jungkook’s voice behind her. Everyone turned their attention to the freshman who had suddenly appeared, bookbag hanging off one shoulder and orange juice bottle occupying his left hand. The girl cleared her throat from getting caught about talking about Jungkook and turned her attention back to Wendy.

“So… leave him alone… why don’t you uh… interview Jungkook, here?” Chloe laughed nervously only to earn a look from both Jungkook and Taehyung. “He’s a freshman and-“

Wendy put her hand up to Chloe’s mouth to stop her from talking as she eyed Jungkook up and down before rolling her eyes. “Cute but he doesn’t seem interesting enough to interview. C’mon Taeyong, let’s go see who else we can find. Thanks for your time, Taehyung… Chloe.”

Chloe threw a glare at Wendy as she scampered off before turning her attention back to Jungkook who was now standing with her and Taehyung. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I mean, I did but-“

“Just try not to say anything else regarding that before the final, please,” Jungkook let out a heavy sigh at how Chloe almost exposed him for the nth time.

“Thanks… for what you said, Chloe…” Taehyung smiled sadly at the woman. She just shrugged before slapping him unexpectedly on his back. “We’re gonna be family one day so I gotta lookout for you, ya know?”

“Family?” Taehyung and Jungkook asked simultaneously. Chloe just waved it off.

“So, Y/N’s not with you?” Chloe asked Jungkook as she tried looking past him.

“No... she’s not here already?” His eyes widened. Taehyung shook his head at Jungkook.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be here before they let-“

“Attention students of Creative Writing only!” A voice said over the building’s intercom. The once noisy line immediately hushed to listen to the announcement. “The doors will be opening now to begin the Creative Writing final. You will be asked to provide your full name to ensure you are a student of this class. Thank you and we hope you do well!”

Just as the announcement ended, the line began to disperse as hordes of people began to make their way forward towards the door. Meanwhile, Jungkook, Chloe, and Taehyung’s eyes widened in fear as only one thought came to their heads.

Y/N was gonna miss the final.

~!~

Your POV

“You know, you may not have as great of a RA when I leave next year.”

“Yeah, can you-“

“Like you could get someone who drags you outta your room to make sure you go to the floor meetings.”

“Jackson-“

“What if they make you call them RA whatever-their-name-will-be? Or no communicating with the other floors? You just don’t know how lucky you’ve had it with me, Y/N. What RA will be as sexy and cool as me? Who will help you with your friendship problems-“

“Jackson! Can you just open the damn door?!” You shouted at the senior who was rambling on as he fiddled with the lock on your door. After noticing the time at the studio, you had rushed out of the studio while forgetting your room key. You had texted Hoseok in hopes he’d bring you the key, but you knew he wouldn’t reach your dorm in time. You had to still get ready and upload the video to your blog. Time didn’t permit you to be any later than you already were. So – to your annoyance – that led you to turning to Jackson to unlock your door for you. It took him a while to find the master key and to “pass time,” as he said, he began talking about how he’s graduating next semester and how he’d be the greatest RA you’d have in college. This, of course, made you roll your eyes hard.

Just as you had said that, the lock clicked open and Jackson pushed open the door. Turning to you, he gave you his infamous puppy dog eyes. “You don’t have to be so mean…”

Ignoring his look, you rushed past him, said a quick thanks, and slammed your door. There were so many things you had to do that you didn’t even know where to start. Should you upload the video first? Or shower? Maybe find something to wear first? Your eyes scanned your shared room as if they would land on something that would give you an answer. However, it didn’t give you an answer and caused your stomach to twist into tight knots as you saw the time on the digital clock beside Chloe’s bed. 8:13.

“Fuck…” You cursed under your breath. Inhaling deeply to clear your mind somewhat, you decided to upload your video to your blog and while it was uploading, you’d shower quickly. The final was going to take a while, you told yourself. There were 200 students in the class. It’d be a three-hour final – tops. You didn’t want to miss Chloe’s presentation, however. Or Jungkook’s. Hell, you definitely didn’t want to miss yours. You came too far to settle for a failing grade now. Ruffling your hair out of frustration, you logged into your blog and began to upload your dance. Tossing your phone on your bed, you ran to the bathroom to get ready.

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

Where was she? She wasn’t going to skip out on the final, right? She wouldn’t. Chloe had told him and Taehyung that she had come up with an idea for her blog late last night. Was she still doing whatever it was she had decided? She did know what time it was, didn’t she? What if she was sleeping somewhere and didn’t hear her phone’s alarm or something? All these thoughts crossed Jungkook’s mind as more and more students got up to present their blogs and time moved on. It would be easy for the dancer to miss her presentation as, since there were so many students who had to present, the professor only allowed for a 2-4-minute timeframe. No one could go over. She made sure of that as she kept a stopwatch in her hand. One guy had gone about two seconds over and she immediately interrupted him.

Missing her own presentation wasn’t the only thing Jungkook was thinking about. He worried about her missing his own presentation. The presentation that had students on the edge of their seats which each name the professor called to the front. Wendy and several other reporters who weren’t outside previously were in the usually spacious – now cramped – auditorium. Jungkook wasn’t even sure some of them belonged to the school’s news team which made the 18-year-old more nervous than what he already was. Whenever the presenter began to speak, he could hear the reporters whispering things like, “get your camera ready,” or “this is the one, I can feel it.” Of course, they were wrong.

Y/N had to make it on time for his presentation. He worked so hard for this day. The times he almost got outed by her best friend – Jungkook eyed Chloe who had her bag in an empty chair between them, reserved for Y/N – to having to deal with the obsessed anons. Most importantly, however, with his reveal, Y/N would know not only who he was but also his feelings for her. Jungkook liked Y/N and he didn’t want to risk missing his chance again like he almost did before. The man glanced over at Taehyung who was listening intently to the current presenter. Jungkook didn’t know what happened when he and Y/N met up the other night. All he knew was that Taehyung was not his usual cheery self afterwards and he even revealed his music blog. He wouldn’t tell Jungkook why but he kind of guessed his reason behind doing so.

“Uh, thanks Jaebum for your presentation on different breeds of small dogs…” The professor said. Marking something down for what was assumed to be Jaebum, she moved her pencil down her list of students. Jungkook could audibly hear everyone hitch their breaths as they had no idea as to who she would call next. To make the presentations more spontaneous – her exact words – she was calling everyone in a randomized order. “Hm… Choi Chloe?”

“Fuck,” Jungkook heard the blonde woman grumble under her breath as she stood up and shoved her phone her back pocket. As she squeezed past Jungkook, she looked down at him and winked, which made him nervous. What was she about to do? He knew about her Namjoon blog after the senior had told him and the other guys. Specifically, he asked how he responded to her weird, indirect confession. Yoongi had given Namjoon an idea. Jungkook wondered if the man went through with it or not. Jimin had told him he could do better than Chloe jokingly. Namjoon didn’t think it was funny.

Jungkook sat up in his chair as Chloe strutted towards the stage, stopping briefly at the professor’s desk to identify herself as present. She walked over to the cord that was connected to the large screen in the auditorium to connect her phone. Those who wanted everyone to see their blog connected their phones to the screen while others verbally explained their blog while having the professor look at it from her phone. Before Chloe turned on her phone to show her blog to the class – and the entire school thanks to the reporters – she took a deep breath and turned around on her heel. She gave a nervous smile and brushed her hair that hung in her face away from her eyes.

“Hello… I’m Chloe… and,” She inhaled and let out a shaky breath. Jungkook was confused as to why she was nervous to present. She was so nonchalant about it before. According to Y/N, she barely even came to the class. Everyone else began to chatter amongst themselves in confusion as she took the time to calm her nerves.

“I’m Golden.”

Jungkook’s mouth fell open – assumingly with the rest of the auditorium – at Chloe’s words. Someone yelled out a prolonged “what” while the rest of the room began to chatter excitedly. The reporters turned to their cameras and started reports on how, “with an unexpected twist, Golden turns out to be student Chloe Choi.”

“What’s she doing?” Taehyung tapped Jungkook’s arm as he continued to stare at the woman in shock. His mind was blank. What was she doing? As he continued to stare at the girl and the professor tried to get everyone to settle down, Chloe let out a loud laugh while holding her stomach.

“God, you guys act like a celebrity just walked in or something,” She laughed as she tried to regain her breath. After regaining her composure, she turned on her phone to reveal her real blog titled “Falling in Love with a Senior That Will Be Graduating Next Year: The Sad Story of Chloe M.”

“Ahem,” Chloe cleared her throat to regain everyone’s – now irritated – attention. The news reporters were desperately trying to retract their previous report. “My blog actually was about my feelings for someone who means a lot to me. This blog was presented in a humorous manner, but everything said within it was true. As you can see, I joke around a lot, which annoys a lot of people.”

“No shit,” someone yelled out which caused a couple of laughs from the audience. Chloe smirked to hide her smile.

“Anyways, I stupidly wrote about my feelings about this guy for the world to see and eventually he saw it himself. I thought I ruined everything between us because he’s really this chill kind of guy and,” Chloe blushed as she thought of, who Jungkook was assuming, Namjoon. “I really like him… and so… yeah… I dedicated this blog to him and that was my blog for the semester.”

Jungkook looked around as no one seemed to applaud the woman for her presentation. Taehyung clapped silently but not loud enough to reach the front of the stage. Noticing no one applauded her, Chloe sucked her teeth in response. “Whatever. I hope what ya’ll are waiting for won’t be a disappointment.”

Jungkook frowned at her words as he watched her gather her phone and get off the stage. This was the second time today she’s indirectly insulted him.

“Uh, thanks… Chloe… let’s see…”

Chloe smirked at Jungkook as she returned to her seat. Jungkook just rolled his eyes at her as he turned his attention back to the professor. His mind drifted back to Y/N, however, as he checked the time on his phone. 8:57. Was she really not coming? The more time went on and people presented, the more nervous Jungkook felt. At any moment he could be call.

“Who’s next…?”

It would break his heart for her to miss his reveal. She’d end up like the other students on campus who didn’t take creative writing – finding out he was Golden on the news broadcast. Probably on a rerun, too, since they were recording live.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook didn’t even notice how the auditorium quieted down again as the professor said the next name to present. He snapped out of his thoughts, however, when both Taehyung and Chloe nudged him. He stared doe-eyed at the stage as he heard Taehyung whisper out that he was next. He couldn’t be, right? Maybe they misheard. He couldn’t present yet. He wasn’t ready. Y/N wasn’t here yet.

“Is Jeon Jungkook present? Going once…”

“Go, bro,” Chloe slapped his arm. “She’ll be here in time!”

“Yeah, Kookie. Maybe it’s like one of those romance movies where she suddenly busts through the doors just as you… present,” Taehyung chose his words carefully as other students seemed to identify Jungkook’s name to his face and turned to arch brows and confused faces at him.

“Going twice…”

“Ugh, if the freshman isn’t gonna go, I will,” the voice of Seulgi could be heard from the back of the auditorium.

“Can you just go so you can finally shut that bit-“

“Chloe,” Taehyung frowned at her. She just shrugged and sat back in her seat.

“Okay then, let’s-“

“Here” Jungkook immediately stood up from his seat, causing the professor and everyone else to look over at him. “I’m… here…”

“Well, c’mon! We are on a strict schedule!” The professor motioned him over to the stage. Jungkook gulped before turning his head to glance at the closed auditorium doors. He only hoped Taehyung was right and Y/N would walk through those doors at any given moment. Sighing, he began to make his way towards the stage.

~!~

Your POV

Where r u?! He’s presenting! – Chloe

“Fuck!” You shouted as you dashed out of your dorm room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Language!” Jackson called from somewhere down the hall. Ignoring him, you decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. You dashed down the stairs, avoiding the few stragglers who were going in the opposite direction. Was the professor not calling names by alphabetical order? Or maybe she was going backwards on the rollcall? Whatever she was doing, Jungkook was presenting now – ready to reveal to the world who he was – and you weren’t there. You weren’t there to give him the support the shy man probably needed. Nor were you there to cheer him on from the sea of students – to tell him he’s got this. All while pretending to not know who he really was.

Rushing out of your dorm, you ran frantically towards the language hall. It wasn’t too far away but it was far enough. Luckily, the usually busy sidewalks were practically empty do to everyone either in their finals, studying, or sleeping. That, or maybe they were all waiting outside the building for Jungkook to emerge as Golden. As the building came into sight, you gasped at all the people outside gathered around it. Some you were even positive weren’t students at your school. Clutching onto your bag, you began to push your way through the crowd.

“Excuse me. Sorry,” You said as you made your way through the crowd. As you reached the front of the door, you were surprised to see two security guards standing in front of them. Clearing your throat, you smiled nervously at them. “Uh… hi… may I go in?”

“Creative Writing students are only permitted past this point,” the one on the left said.

“I am a student! I-I mean, I am in this class! I have to take my final!”

“Miss, the final began a little over an hour ago. You’re just now coming?” The other officer said as she arched a brow at you.

“Please! I can’t fail this class! I’m an honor student. I worked so hard and-“ You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, not only were you going to miss Jungkook’s reveal, but you were going to fail your class.

“H-hey, don’t cry! What’s your name?” The woman asked as she pulled out a clipboard with a list of names.

You sniffed your tears back as you managed to stutter out your name. “Y/L/N Y/N…”

The woman searched for a bit while the other officer peered over her shoulder to see if he could spot your name as well. “Ah!” the male officer said as he pointer at something on the board.

The woman looked up at you and smiled. “Your name is on the roll. However, I can’t let you in during a presentation. After this student is finished, we can let you in.”

“B-but I need to be in there right now!” You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were going to miss his presentation after all.

“Sorry, professor’s orders or it’ll be an automatic fail…” The male officer gave you a sad smile. A tear managed to escape your left eye as you stared in bewilderment at them. This was it. There was nothing else you could do… but wait.

~!~

Jungkook’s POV

Jungkook nervously stared out at the crowd of students before him. He gulped as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Suddenly, he wished he had styled his hair up instead of his usual down style. Were the stage lights extra bright today or something? He felt like the light and heat radiating from them were trying to bake him. The sound of the professor clearing her throat, signaling him to start, caused his eyes to shift to her. He gave her a nervous smile before shifting his eyes to the entrance of the auditorium. Jungkook thought he could dash out of the room right then and there and announce he was Golden later in the day or so. Or maybe, he’d never reveal Golden and just abandon the blog. People would eventually forget about him, right? He was just a fad, after all. Right? At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself.

Jungkook looked to the back of the auditorium where the news reporters stood, all waiting for his presentation just like the rest of the class. He could tell the professor he didn’t have a blog, and this was his first time coming to the class. However, he knew she wouldn’t believe him as he sat near the front of the class for the entirety of the semester and he’d lock eyes with the professor on multiple occasions. She knew who he was. Finally, Jungkook looked to the empty seat that was reserved for Y/N. Where was she? Was she okay? Why wasn’t she coming? Jungkook had to admit, maybe he was stalling because he hoped Taehyung would be right and she’d enter the room at any moment. However, he knew he couldn’t wait for her forever. He couldn’t keep the everyone waiting as they began to snicker and talk amongst themselves at his nervousness. He had to let them know now. He had to put an end to Golden once and for all.

“Look, if you need-“

“Remember… the way you made me feel…” Jungkook began to sing quietly. “… Such young love but…”

The once rowdy auditorium began to quiet down as Jungkook’s angelic-like voice began to travel to the ears of the students. Jungkook stopped briefly as he studied the students within the first row of seats. Some of their mouths were ajar with widened eyes. Others, however, seemed skeptical. He couldn’t blame them. Chloe did get everyone’s hopes up with her fake reveal. Inhaling and deciding to continue, he closed his eyes and started singing again.

“Something in me knew that it was real… frozen in my head…”

As Jungkook quietly sung the next part, reporters hesitantly turned to the cameras to report who they almost thought could be Golden while the cameramen zoomed in on Jungkook. Whispers could be heard amongst the students as they began to question those beside them if this shy kid was really the school’s beloved Golden. He couldn’t be, right? They mean, he sounded like Golden’s singing voice but Golden wasn’t shy. The real Golden would’ve gotten on stage, smirk at everyone, say something cocky, then reveal his identity. He wouldn’t be this 18-year-old shifting nervously on stage with his mint green feather cardigan, denim jeans held up with black suspenders, white t-shirt, and black combat boots. He looked too soft to be Golden. And Jungkook knew they wouldn’t believe it was him. That’s why he came prepared.

Suddenly, he stopped singing and pulled out his phone and went to connect it to the screen. Everyone arched their brows at the brown-haired boy as he quietly tapped away on his phone, screen hidden from them to see. After a few seconds, pings and vibrations could be heard throughout the room. Even the professor looked confused as her own phone buzzed. Was it an emergency alert or something? Jungkook briefly looked up from his phone to see everyone checking their notification before he turned on the screen to project his blog to the room. Gasps were heard throughout the room as students looked up from their phones to the screen on the stage:

Golden: My name is Jeon Jungkook… (posted 5 seconds ago)

The camera operators of the news teams in the back all immediately focused their cameras onto Jungkook on the stage as reporters began to report of the sudden post made by Golden and the screen that Jungkook had displayed. Jungkook gulped nervously as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, “I’m… the best at almost everything. I dance, sing, draw, and write…”

Jungkook felt his confidence starting to rise within him as students began to stand up from their seats – eyes filled with realization and shock. Letting out a chuckle at the sight, Jungkook continued, “Ha… even my music taste is amazing… right? I’m just…Golden.”

Instantly, after revealing himself to the starstruck crowd, Jungkook hit the ‘play’ button for his cover of Paper Hearts. As Golden’s – Jungkook’s – recorded voice rang from the speakers, Jungkook harmonized with the recording. His voice was an exact match to the recording. He did it. He revealed himself as Golden.

“Golden has revealed himself!”

“Golden turns out to be Jeon Jungkook!”

“Jeon Jungkook reveals himself as the infamous mystery music blogger, Golden!”

Reporters were desperately reporting the new information to be one of the first to leak the information. Some students were recording from their phones – probably going live on Instagram or other social media sites. Chloe smiled softly to herself as Jungkook sung the song emotionally on the stage. She knew Y/N was supposed to be here. This wasn’t just his reveal as Golden but his confession of his feelings to her as well. Even Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at his younger friend’s bravery.

As Jungkook sung the song that held meaning to him, he closed his eyes as he reminisced on his semester. From starting his blog and getting his first follower then hundreds then thousands to receiving anonymous hate and love confessions. He remembered how many people told him his recommendations made their weeks better or how some even recommended songs to him. Keeping Golden’s identity from the entire school was a challenge and though some found out along the way, Jungkook was grateful they were friends of his and not strangers. When Jungkook started college, he didn’t know he’d make such a huge impression on his school within his very first semester. But here he was, hearing the voices of students in the auditorium singing along with him, clapping, and some even sobbing. He could only imagine how others outside were reacting to the news.

As the song began to end, one final thought came to Jungkook. Y/N. She was supposed to be here to see his reveal. She was supposed to be in the seat beside Chloe and staring at him with, hopefully, amazement in her eyes. But, would she? Golden gave her such a hard time during the semester. Would she hate Jungkook for keeping it a secret from her? However, Jungkook didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to remember the time he first saw her in that sandwich café and how shy – and cute - she was as she sat across from him and Namjoon. Or, when he saw her dance for the first time and how she lost herself in what she loved doing the most. Also, the time she stress-baked at Namjoon and Jin’s dorm and he, Jimin, and Taehyung helped her. That was also the first time Jungkook decided to toy with her, which was successful, as he remembered the girl became a blushing mess at Golden’s acknowledgement of her. He remembered how stressed she was about mid-terms and they studied in the library together. How at Suho’s party, she grabbed his hand so they wouldn’t get separated from one another in the crowd of people they were in. His favorite memory of Y/N, however, was over fall break and they got to know each other more. How she felt comfortable enough around him to tell him about her life up to now and vice versa. As Jungkook remembered this, the song came to an end and the loud cheers and applause of his classmates, professor, and news reporters brought him back to reality. Jungkook snapped his eyes open and just as he did, the doors to the auditorium burst open, revealing Y/N, her eyes searching frantically around the room before landing on him on the stage. He locked eyes with her, and she gave him a small smile. And it was with that smile, Jungkook thought maybe – just maybe – she saw his reveal and confession after all.

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randomtothecore-blr · 4 years

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Being Adrien Agreste.

For @ladynoirjuly2020 (Cuddles)

Please don’t mind me popping out of nowhere and leaving this one-shot here. Just Chat Noir getting the love he deserves from his lady. Take this good old piece of FLUFF. Have a nice day!

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Adrien was seriously exhausted.

First he had continuous practice, and might he add, in the presence of a strict and seriously pissed coach of basketball for the upcoming match. Every guy in the class was exhausted after the long day, but momentarily happy because they could later go home and sleep their asses off. At least that was what Nino said he would do; it was only plausible that others would be doing the same.

But Adrien Agreste couldn't, no sir.

After school he was directly shoved into his other routines which included his Chinese Gibberish, Piano Crap-a-Trap, Fencing-Non Sensing, and lots of unnecessary Photo-Shits.

There were at least five shifts (five shifts!) in that photo-shoot, rendering the blond tired and completely exhausted in the end along with the complaints from the cameraman that 'it wasn't good enough', but Adrien was droopy more than pissed to snap at the guy that there was so much a person could do after five hours of sports, and two hours of constant standing.

And since his eyes were stinging and it was hard for him to keep them open, every job was becoming increasingly hard to complete. He felt his eyes burn so much that he was afraid they might wither and shrink in the sockets. Adrien regretted using his phone all night, trying to once act like a normal and rebellious teen to stay up all night. He should've known that one can only do such things when they are... normal.

And now that he was trying to sit in the back seat and his eyes instantly landed on someone that was most definitely an Akuma, Adrien cursed under his breath. As if on cue, his muscles started to ache in every part of his body, his every joint hurting and his head throbbing and his eyes burning. Adrien still sighed and got back out of the car, ignoring his assistant's questioning gaze. He didn't even bother to give an excuse and jogged somewhere safe.

Adrien peaked at the villain causing havoc everywhere and found out he was an athlete. The blond actually growled, causing even his kwami, the god of destruction, to squirm in his jacket.

"Claws out."

Chat Noir exercised his muscles a bit. Stretched his legs. Jogged. Cracked his knuckles. Slapped his face a few times. But the tiredness remained. The droopy eyed black cat glanced at the Akuma again. It seemed like he was one of those villains that always exhausted the heroes and extended the fight longer than necessary. Chat Noir groaned again.

He. Just. Wanted. To. Fucking. Sleep.

He saw a tiny red figure out there, now fighting the villain that called itself Destructeur.

Ladybug.

It wasn't until she let out a startled yell at the blow in her stomach that Chat Noir's eyes snapped open to full alert and he jumped into action.

He bent down in front of the heroine as she sat up and rubbed her abdomen in annoyance. "Where were you?!" She all but exclaimed in frustration.

Chat Noir smiled despite himself. Her demeanor always managed to lift his spirits, no matter how bitter she could be.

"Oh, I was just chilling, bugaboo." Ladybug groaned as Chat Noir looked up at the villain that had gone nuts, "Well, aren't we in a cat-astrophic situation."

Ladybug stood up, readying her yoyo, "The only situation I'll be in will be kick-asstrophic. Let's get this over with, Chaton." She ran forward as Chat blinked. And then he barked out a laugh.

The plan, according to Ladybug, was to distract the villain as usual so that she could grab the damn obvious medal around Destructeur's neck. She couldn't help but notice something akin to... exhaustion? Flashing in her kitty's eyes before he immediately hid it and winked, dashing in the man's direction.

Ladybug frowned. She could feel that something was wrong with him, if the unsettling restlessness she felt in her heart was any indication. They were two halves of a whole, after all. And it had been a while since she found out that they could feel each other's mood shifts.

Pushing it aside to be dealt with later, Ladybug ran towards the villain as well, where she saw Chat Noir desperately trying to trigger and run from the raged athlete. Of course, it was a freaking athlete they were talking about. Of course that athlete had to tire them from all the running and fighting. If even Ladybug was exhausted, one could only guess what Chat Noir was going through.

But he still pushed himself forward, his muscles aching and paining and his breath labored and mind fuzzy as he said, I can still push my strength. Just a little more. I can fight as long as I'm able to stand on my feet.

His head bobbed back countless times due to a rush of nausea, but he was not going to leave this on his Lady to deal with alone. He could feel her worrying glances in his direction every once in a while, and he tried to give her his devious smirk which she obviously didn't buy. In the end, thankfully, Desctructeur got a little tired too (Or perhaps Hawkmoth just got bored), and Ladybug took that one millisecond chance to tackle him and take his akumatized object.

Chat Noir sighed in relief as the purification followed, and willed himself to Just a little more strength. Just give Ladybug a reassuring smile and a fist bump and go home. Just. This. Little. Strength.

He got up chiding himself as Ladybug finally started coming towards him. He took a deep breath, and smiled at her. "Welp! I'm thankful that it's all wrapped up!" Why was his voice shaking? "But it's a tragedy we have to cut our meeting short now." He said as he kissed the back of her hand sloppily. Ladybug rolled her eyes, "We haven't used our powers, so we have a lot of time." She stated and then eyed him. "Are you okay, Chat?"

"What can possibly happen to this cat, Ladybug?" He said smoothly. Another rush of nausea.

They saw the reporters coming their way, and Ladybug looked at Chat Noir worriedly, "Hey, are you- CHAT?!"

In a quick motion she stepped up to get hold of an almost collapsing Chat Noir in her strong arms. Her heart beat was erratic at what she had witnessed; his eyes had rolled back as he fell forward, and if she hadn't caught him he would've been lying sprawled on the ground. And it didn't help that he was shaking. And she could tell how bad it was because he was putting all his weight on her.

"Chaton, what happened?" Utter shock worry laced her voice. Chat Noir only shook his head, his eyes closed. As the press drew near, Ladybug quickly shouted an apology to them and, ignoring their worried questions about the black-clad hero, she zipped out with Chat Noir in her arm.

"Chat Noir, please tell me you're okay. Please. Speak to me!" She hyperventilated. She landed on a roof nearby, letting him lie down in her lap as she caressed his face. "Kitty, what happened? Please say something!" Being herself, she was already imagining all type of worst scenarios; him having a terminal disease, dying, going into a coma, becoming mentally unstable-

"Tired..." He croaked out, and Ladybug released a long relieved sigh while ignoring his offended expression.

"Don't get me wrong," Ladybug started, "You got me really worried. I thought it was something serious."

"This is serious..." Chat Noir groaned as he leaned into her warm body, pressing his head to her chest where he could hear her heartbeat, making him smile.

So... warm.

Ladybug sighed or hummed in understanding, wrapping her arms around his frame to cradle him like a child, a fond and sympathetic smile on her lips. "You deserve a rest, kitty."

So...Calming.

Chat Noir sniffed with closed eyes, taking in Ladybug's scent and Ladybug's hands around him and Ladybug's soothing voice and just Ladybug. Was she... was she humming?

He felt her pet his hair slowly and deliciously as he stifled a moan of delight. This was heaven.

So...amazing.

He was blushing. He knew he was with the heat in his face and ears. But he couldn't bring himself to care as he hugged the Lady of his dreams tighter.

So... comforting.

So...

Ladybug felt a snore escape from the cat in her arms, smiling fondly at his sleeping form. She knew Chat Noir was an extremely energetic person who always pushed himself to never get tired. So if he was in such a state, Ladybug knew better than to wake him up. So she sang him a lullaby, rocked him slowly, gave him all the comfort she could right there, knowing she couldn't do anything else because of their identities.

Chat Noir was out worse than she thought. She was sure that if she slapped him he wouldn't wake up still. This just made her feel sorry for him even more. Ladybug placed a soft kiss on his cheek, cupping his sleeping face as she studied his peaceful features and that small smile lingering on his lips. She placed another kiss on his temple.

"Good kitty." She cooed.

She traced her finger from his forehead to his cheek, then down to his chin, her eyes trailing the movement. She leaned her head closer to study his face. Ladybug always thought that Chat Noir looked way too handsome for his own good, but she couldn’t help but admit that up close he looked like an angel; peaceful and ethereal with his glowing, flawless skin. Her curious blue eyes raked his face, until she realized that she was brushing her thumb over his lower lip. As his hot breath fanned her own lips, Ladybug jerked back with a start at their proximity.

Wow, she’d really leaned closer to him without realizing. Her eyes looked at his closed eyelids, and she couldn’t help herself but lightly peck both of them, eliciting a soft mewl out of him. A fond smile found her lips. She hugged him just a bit more tightly.

“My selfless chaton.”

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BONUS:

Plagg: She kissed you on the cheek.

Adrien: W-What?!? She did? When I was asleep?

Plagg: AnD sHe GaVe YoU a WhOLe LoT oF kiiiiiisssesss aNd looooooovee aFtErwArDs~

Adrien: P-Plagg, please elaborate! How many? And w-where?

Plagg: I'll leave that a secret, 'good kitty'~

Adrien: PLAGG NO YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME IN THE DARK LIKE THAT-

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #ladybug #chat noir #ladynoir #fanfiction #one shot #fluff #ladynoirjuly2020

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wolvesofinnistrad · 4 years

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Buck signs up for a YouTube video where he judges people's kissing skills while blindfolded. He has no idea who the contestsants are, and they have no idea who they're kissing until they arrive.

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Buck is standing, blindfolded on a set, waiting for the rest of the participants to come in.

“So, can you tell us your name and also if you don’t mind, your sexual orientation?”

Buck smirks, grin blinding as he mugs for the camera.

“Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley. And I’m straight.”

“Alright, and you know what you’re doing today?”

“I’m gonna be kissing some random people right?” Buck gives the camera another cocky grin, like if you could see his eyes he’d be winking.

“That’s right. The competitors are coming in now and-”

Buck tilts his head a bit, noticing the cameraman’s voice trailing off followed by hushed whispers.

“Really, 2? That’s a first.”

“2 what?” Buck’s turning his head, as if he could see the people, not sure what’s going on.

“Well it seems, and this is completely random, but two of the five people know you.”

“I was a bit of a slut back in the day so that doesn’t even surprise me.” Buck laughs, high and bright and there’s a chorus of laughter and shrieks from his left which he figures are the competitors. “As long as it’s not my sister I think I’ll be good. Just don’t feel bad if I don’t remember you, these lips have been around the block.”

Buck makes a pouty face to show off his lips to more laughter from everyone on set.

As they continue setting up Eddie stands there, wishing he hadn’t agreed to this today. He had no idea Buck was going to end up being in this video. Of course when he’d heard about the casting had been the same day they had taken Christopher to the mall, so he guesses maybe Buck had seen the same flier.

It seems like Buck isn’t at all nervous though so Eddie tries to push down his fears. He signed up for two of these today, and while he was a bit curious how it was going to be kissing a guy for the first time, he never suspected it’d be Buck. Of course Buck clearly thought it was one of his ex’s or casual hookups that was who knew him, not Eddie.

“Okay, we have everyone lined up, they’ll get two tries, but after the first time we’ll switch up the order to make it fair.”

“Alright, let’s get this going!”

The first girl is the one that said she knows Buck, and she kisses him with a ton of passion, making out with him and sticking a second over the time limit.

A smirk plays on Buck’s lips as she steps away. “She’s a great kisser. I’ll give that an 8, because it was really good, but I think there’s always room for improvement.”

Eddie chuckles as quietly as he can as the girl heads to the back of the line, clearly upset she didn’t get higher marks.

Next up is a dude, and Eddie wonders how Buck is going to react. He knew Buck was straight, the man had just confirmed it, but he didn’t seem nervous about kissing a man so he guessed Buck was just really comfortable.

The man kisses Buck, he’s very tentative at first, but starts gaining a bit of traction just as the timer goes off.

Buck turns a bit towards the camera, still smiling.

“Well, that was definitely a dude. Not bad, but yeah, I’m still definitely straight. I’ll give that a… 3, 3 and a half.”

The guy rolls his eyes and Eddie grimaces. He’s not sure what he’s going to do, there’s only one more person in front of him and his nerves are starting to really take over. A smile is plastered on his face, but it’s shaky as he tries to get the courage to do this.

Of course one thing that helps is hearing the girl ahead of him get a 6. His competitive streak starts to flare to life and he pushes the thought that this is Buck further back in his mind and just thinks about how to kiss and what he can do to at least beat the other guy’s score.

Rolling his shoulders as Buck signals for the next guy he steps forward, and when they tell him to go he grips Buck by the waist, dragging him in to a deep kiss. Their lips meet, sucking on the bottom one, his hands still holding Buck’s hips tight and he can feel the air coming out of Buck in a shudder as they pull apart.

Eddie touches his fingers to his lips as he walks back, not realizing Buck’s doing the same thing.

“Wow that was...” Buck breathes deep, shaking his head. “Ok, maybe I’m not so straight because that was definitely a dude, felt that stubble man,” they all laugh, “but that was really good. Love the confidence, just grabbing me and drawing me into it. I really dig that contact and no fear to just dive in. I gotta give that one an 8 too. Shit, can’t believe that.”

The first girl, who also knows Buck, turns to Eddie and gives him a dirty look before quickly smiling at the camera once more. Eddie holds in his laughter, feeling his own cheeks get warm at the thought that Buck of all people, self professed sex addict and horn dog, ranked him at a tie for first.

The last girl takes her shot, being a bit more aggressive, hiking one of her hips up against Buck and Eddie cringes a bit.

Afterwards Buck turns to the camera again, taking some questions. “That was… Intense, but a little sloppy. I think I’m gonna have to give it a 5. Sorry girl.”

The girl just laughs, clearly having fun with this more than anything.

They all get set up again, rearranged with the guy at front, followed by desperate girl, then Buck’s hookup, the very middle girl and finally Eddie at the end.

“So, Buck do you have any tips for the kissers before the second and final round? How to score big with you?”

There’s a bit of swagger to Buck as he turns from the camera talking directly to them.

“Listen up girls, you’ve gotta knock it out of the park, cuz one of these guys is really doing his best to turn me and, not gonna lie, he might just get me to apply for a transfer if you don’t step up your game.”

The entire set erupts in laughs, Eddie feeling a blush redden his cheeks again as he drags a hand down his face. Clearly Buck is joking, but it does make something weird in Eddie’s stomach flutter and he tries to just ignore it.

It’s just because he wants to win.

“Anyway, be confident, touch me if you want, trust me you can do whatever you want I won’t bite. Unless you like that,” he must be winking because he does something then says “fuck. You can’t see that. Imagine me winking right now. But yeah, confidence, touch, you can be a bit aggressive if you like, don’t be shy. Just not sloppy. Technique is important.”

“Alright then, we’re going to start round two.”

The first guy goes once more, this time he grabs Buck’s shirt, hands fisted in the fabric as he presses deeper into the kiss.

He still only gets a 4 for his efforts.

“Sorry man. It was better but you’re just not doing it for me. And I can’t even give you the excuse it’s because you’re a dude anymore cuz that other guy was really fucking good so.”

That makes Eddie smile and shake his head, trying to hide how much Buck’s words are affecting him. It’s not like he’s attracted to Buck or anything. Even if that kiss was really, really good for him too. Eddie tries to chase that thought away though, right now he just wants to concentrate on winning this silly little contest. He can rib Buck about this for so long back at the station once he does.

Of course that means they’ll also know Eddie made out with Buck, but he guesses that’s somehow less mortifying than if Buck actually picks Eddie as the winner.

He really hopes he does.

Desperate girl fully jumps in Buck’s arms this time, hips around his waist and he nearly drops her before the timer goes off and she jumps down.

“Love the confidence once again, but still a bit messy. And not like, fun messy. But I’ll give you a 6 for effort.”

It’s Buck’s former hook ups turn and she confidently struts towards him, placing one of his hands on her ass as she kisses Buck with gusto. She clearly slips him some tongue which he meets with eager enthusiasm, and if the sounds of her moan are anything she’s enjoying it as much as Buck if not more.

“Fuck, okay she didn’t come to play!”

There’s some wolf whistles from the crew and Eddie suddenly feels a surge of something he can’t quite understand bubble up in him. He takes it as desire to win, to beat the girl that’s staring at him with a smug look as she walks to the back of the line, one finger tracing over her smeared lipstick and wiping it clean.

“That’s a solid, solid 9 girl. Like Dang!”

There’s one girl between Eddie but he just wants to shove her out of the way so he can get his shot at Buck’s lips.

Those gorgeous lips he plans to kiss off his best friend so he can win.

That’s totally the only reason he’s going to make sure this is the best kiss he’s ever given.

The final girl goes, and Buck seems into it, humming along as she scratches down his back with her nails, if the sound is anything to go by. Everyone seems to be revving up in this final round and Eddie only feels the urge to do better grow stronger.

“Alright, okay I see you girl. 7 and a half. A strong 7 and a half though, to be sure.”

“Last one!”

“Oh, y’all saved the dude trying to turn me for last huh? Listen buddy, give it all you’ve got. I don’t think you can beat the girls this round, the shock from the fir-”

Eddie doesn’t listen to another word he says, signaling them he’s going without waiting for Buck to finish. His hands slide up the man’s shoulders and neck before cupping both sides of his face. He kisses him slow, then deep, then faster, letting it grow, even if he doesn’t have the time to let it simmer like he wishes. His tongue slips out, teasing at the entrance of Buck’s lips, and when he lets one hand drop to grab Buck’s ass, groping the firm muscle he hears him gasp. That gives Eddie an opening, sliding his tongue in beside Buck’s, caressing it the same way his thumb is rubbing circles against the smoothness of Buck’s cheek.

When the timer goes off, way too soon Eddie feels like when he was just getting into that kiss, he pulls back and can’t help but grin as Buck’s lips follow after him a bit, body tilting forward trying to find him again.

“So, what’s your score Buck?”

Buck seems out of breath, panting and standing there without saying anything for long moments. Finally when he speaks he seems to have a confused expression on his face, even seeing just his mouth.

“I… Just, wow. Like, holy fucking shit that was a KISS! Damn dude! You are making me think I might be bi, what the fuck!” Buck laughs afterwards, trying to make it out as a joke, but Eddie knows him well enough to notice the stutters in it, the way his lips curl up at the ends when he’s telling a truth he’d rather not admit to.

“So score Buck? What’s the final verdict.”

“Shit. Fuck, uh,” Buck contemplates for a moment, and this is the big decision, whether Eddie or his ex wins. Not that Buck knows that yet. “It’s gotta be, shit, it’s gotta be a 9. A strong 9. Really strong.”

Eddie can’t help the way he feels when he hears that. His cheeks are definitely red and you couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He’s biting his lip, feeling how his mouth tastes of Buck, and it’s such a strange concept, but he finds it’s also nice.

Maybe nicer than he ever thought it could be.

“Buck, that mean’s the top two both received an 8 in round one, and a 9 in round 2”

“Oh shit, a tie?”

“So Buck, before we reveal the winner, I think you should know that your top two just so happen to both be the people you know.”

Buck laughs, nodding his head. “That makes sense considering they know me b-” He pauses, turning from the final two and then back towards the camera. “Wait, but the top has a guy in it. The guy knows me?”

“Yes, a guy and a girl are your top two, and both have said they know you already.”

Buck looks a bit nervous for a second, then he laughs. “Michael that better not be you, Athena will murder both of us if you’ve been making out with me.”

The girl looks at Eddie and he shakes his head. She scoffs at him, waiting for the producers to tell them what’s happening.

“Well Buck, you’re right that there is a tie. So that means we have to have a final round. One last kiss between both of them to tell who is the best kisser of the bunch.”

“OK. OK.”

Eddie should feel weird about this, he’s about to kiss his best friend for the third time, and Buck doesn’t even know it’s him. This could ruin their friendship, but Eddie feels like he can’t back out. He wants to win.

Or, more accurately, he wants to kiss Buck again.

He’d tried to tell himself that wasn’t it, but he was usually pretty honest with himself, a few minutes of denial was enough to tell himself that it felt really, really good kissing Buck. That combined with their history and well, Eddie wasn’t sure if ruining their friendship might be worth it to feel this again.

Besides, he could always write it off as just a weird, funny incident between good friends later.

Not that he’d want to, but he could.

“Alright, final round, tiebreaker! Let’s go! Last chance to impress Buck!”

Buck smiles as he looks at them, not that he can see, but he’s anticipating it. These have been some absolutely amazing kisses and after a bit of a dry spell he’s had with all the trauma in his life lately it feels good to do something fun and sexy.

A little part of his brain is really going overdrive trying to think of what guy might be kissing the living daylights out of him, but he doesn’t have a lot of time to think because the last round is starting and the girl is on him once more.

He knows its her because her hands are soft and delicate, nothing like the rough, callused hand that held his face before, that groped his ass and left him panting for more. Nothing like the stubbled chin that scratched at his face in just the right way, so new and different in a way he didn’t even know he liked.

The kiss is over before he really even realizes it’s started, his lips barely kissing back as he was so focused on thinking about that last kiss from the guy. Buck’s never thought of guy’s like that, but he’s not opposed to the idea either. He thinks, idly, that maybe he should be a bit concerned by how easily he’s accepting this, but then again sex is sex, and he’s never had anything against Hen or Michael or anyone else that liked the same sex, it just didn’t seem like it was something for him.

Until this fucking guy was stealing his breath with each kiss.

He hears a question being repeated and he realizes he’s supposed to be giving a score. “Um, 8, yeah, good. Really good.” He stumbles through the words, probably more generous than he needed to be since he didn’t even register the kiss, but he’s got to give the last lingering threads of his heterosexuality at least a chance here.

“I’m ready.” He says it with more confidence than he really has, and then there’s a hand in his hair, carding it at first, before strong hands are tugging at it as the man kisses him. It’s so good, warm and hard and hot in all the best ways.

Then the guy starts using the hand in his hair to pull him back and suddenly he’s being dipped, the sound of shock giving the man the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, making Buck moan and dart his own tongue into his mouth.

The kiss just keeps deepening, and he has to admit the way the guy’s manhandling him is really getting him off.

In fact, he’s pretty sure that not only is he at half mast against the other guy’s thigh, but he thinks he can feel the other’s bulge pressing against his leg as well.

Why is that so fucking hot?

He doesn't get an answer though as the guy bites on his lip, tugging on it and Buck whimpers, fucking whimpers, hands’ coming up to grip strong biceps and wow he’s fallen into bisexuality so fast his head’s spinning.

Or maybe it’s just the kiss making his head spin.

Either way he’s suddenly wrenched up, can feel a bead of spittle connecting their lips before breaking and falling over his chin as the guy pulls away. He hates the loss of contact, his hand almost reaches out for the man again because it was so good he wants another taste before he remembers he’s being recorded.

And this is a guy he knows, and he’s not even sure who it could be.

“So, final score Buck?”

Buck doesn’t even think before answering.

“10. Fucking, 20, fuck, a hundred. Fucking shit, best kiss of my life!”

He hears a laugh, and his stomach twists because that feels way too familiar for his comfort. He’s sure he knows that laugh.

“Alright then, Buck take off your blindfold and see who won.”

He hears the girl’s heels clacking as she storms off, but he doesn’t care. His fingers are trembling as he starts to remove the blindfold, blinking his eyes to adjust to the light.

And then his eyes settle on Eddie, who looks just as blissed out as Buck feels, lips kiss swollen and red, matching the blush in his friend’s cheeks.

“Eddie?!”

“Evan...”

Eddie’s voice sounds choked off and so fucking soft. Buck doesn’t even care that it could ruin everything, all he wants is to capture those lips, feel them against his skin once more. He watches his eyes, seeing how Eddies keep dropping to Buck’s lips and he almost growls low in his throat.

“uh, well, if you’d like to do one last kiss in slow-mo then we’ll be done!”

He doesn’t wait to be told twice or for anyone to get things set up, he just marches towards Eddie and grabs him, one hand behind his head before crashing their lips together.

there’s a stuttered gasp he feels across his lips from Eddie and he licks into the man’s mouth, finally able to be the aggressor in the kiss like he’d wanted, finding that they easily flow back and forth. It’s a few moments later, when he feels Eddie’s hand reaching under his shirt, splayed wide across his abdominals and his own hand just about to rub over Eddie’s bulge when a loud cough and a cry of “Cut!” breaks them apart.

Reluctantly.

“Fuck...”

“Yeah...” Eddie breathes, pupils so dilated Buck can only see black when he stares into them.

“Well that was, great! Thanks for everything guys!”

“uh huh.” “Yeah” they both say dismissively towards the production assistant.

“Wanna go-”

“Yes!” Buck doesn’t let Eddie even finish before he’s grabbing Eddie’s hand and leading him out of the building.

If they end up making out in Eddie’s truck, cumming in their pants like fucking teenagers no one else has to know.

They decide to wait until the video is posted to tell the fire house, watching the video with them all and soaking in the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces as things ramp up higher and higher.

When the video ends everyone stares at Eddie and Buck who have been inconspicuously grinning the entire time watching everyone else’s reactions before busting out laughing. They’re holding hands and when everyone notices there’s a chorus of shouting and applause and demands to know when they got together.

“You already got to see our first three kisses, that’s as much as you get to know,” Eddie says, and he grabs Buck and turns his mouth towards him, kissing him gently to more cheers.

#evan buck buckley #buck buckley #eddie diaz #9-1-1 fox #buddie #eddie x buck #mine #fanfic #my fic

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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radio silence - jimin x reader

A/N: thank you all so much for 1k followers! It means the world to me that you’re reading and enjoying my stories, and I hope you’ll continue to support me in the future xx Jimin decides to indulge his exhibition kink while at the biggest music awards show on the planet. Warnings for sexually explicit content: ass play, toys, overstimulation, sub!Jimin, dom!Reader, exhibitionism/voyeurism. 2.4k.

“Happy Anniversary?”

You frown at the uncertain lilt in your boyfriend’s voice. “Jimin, I don’t really want to wear these in public.”

He brushes his hair back only for it to fall in his face again. “The vibrating panties aren’t for you, baby, they’re for me.”

Oh. Adventurous was always a word you’d use to describe your and Jimin’s sex life, but it seemed over time he was becoming more open with just how kinky he was. Not that it put you off; on the contrary, ever since he told you last April that he was a switch rather than the dom he had previously behaved like, your sex life was better than ever. Every time he revealed something new to you, it drew you both closer and led to some exciting times.

“Okay, baby. I’ll take you to a restaurant or something and we can see how good your poker face is, hm?”

He shakes his head. “I was thinking something… a little bigger.”

You inspect the panties; scant amount of lace just sturdy enough to house a vibrating patch near the front and a small plug in the back. “I’m sure we could switch out the butt plug for a larger one if you want, baby.”

“Not that.” Jimin drops his shoulders and tilts his head in his classic begging pose. “You know the Grammys are coming up.”

“Jimin.” You stare at him with an open mouth, but he just smiles wider. “We can’t do that. What if you get caught? It’s too risky.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I like it. Look, let this be my anniversary present, sweetheart. This is all I ask for. I know you love seeing me holding back when we’re in public. Remember the v-live?”

You swallow hard. Jimin readily admitted to you that he got the idea from a fanfiction he had read of himself, a habit you found equally amusing and disturbing. Suck him off while he was live to all the ARMY around the world. He had held up well, your good boy, but in the end had to pretend to stub his toe and disappear off camera when he came.

“It’s the exact same thing,” he insists, “come on, sweetheart.”

“It’s not,” you protest, though you can feel yourself giving in, “this is national television, and your full body will be on display. There’s no stepping out of frame in real life, Jimin. What, are you going to walk down the red carpet with a cum stain on the front of your pants?”

It’s meant to be an argument against this, but with the way Jimin’s eyes darken, you know you weren’t effective. “If you do this for me, I’ll do anything you want when we get home?”

You bite your lip. “Anything?”

Jimin leans forward, taking the panties out of your hands so he can interlock your fingers. “Take care of me tomorrow night, and I’ll take care of you afterwards, I promise.”

You sigh, but you’re too weak to say no. “Give me the instruction manual, I want to do my research, so I know exactly how to ruin you. I’ll make you regret ever asking me for this.”

He licks his lips sinfully. “I look forward to it.”

Perhaps the most embarrassing moment of Jimin’s life to date (and there had been many) was having the stylist who helped him tailor his suit catch a slip of baby pink lace poking out from his waistband, but now that you and him were seated, side-by-side at the show, he knew it was worth it.

There were hundreds of world-famous celebrities here tonight, plus cameramen circling like vultures to relay the event to millions of viewers at home. The show had begun airing a little over ten minutes ago, and you were yet to do anything.

To his disappointment, you hadn’t even given him a little taste when he was doing red carpet interviews. But the plug pressed deliciously against him as he sat down, and the anticipation was heightening his senses like never before.

Occasionally, you would reach innocently into your purse as you chatted across him to Taehyung, and Jimin would stiffen, waiting for the vibrations to kick in, but then you’d remove your hand to be holding lip balm or a tissue, and he’d go lax against his chair. No one had picked up on it yet, but you could certainly tell it was sending him wild. A brush against his crotch as you reached over to fix Tae’s suit cuffs told you he was rock hard.

You had done your research as promised; had spent an afternoon with the instruction manual and the goods themselves, seeing how powerful each setting was, and you had also memorized the category that would come before Artist of the Year, the one BTS had been nominated for. Perhaps it was time to give him a little taste.

You glanced over. He was currently half-twisted in his seat, bending back to pitch in to Yoongi and Hoseok’s conversation about the most recent performance. Every now and again, his eyes flickered back casually to make sure you hadn’t bent down to stick your hand in your bag.

Little did Jimin know, the tiny remote was in your pocket this whole time. You smirked, pretending to listen in, and deftly reached down into your pocket, waiting for him to start speaking.

“…seemed kinda rushed, I guess?” Hoseok shrugged. “Of course, the tempo to the song is offbeat, so it makes sense that he would fall a little out of time.”

Jimin nodded. “Actually, I picked up on that too. The bit just after the chor-uh!”

You kept your cool as he whirled around to you with wide eyes, glancing down at your hand where it rested in your pants pocket. “Chor-uh? I hope your speech has better pronunciation than that.”

Yoongi smirks and Hoseok laughs out loud, but Jimin’s still staring at you with wide, honeyed eyes. Minute movements direct your gaze briefly to his crotch, where he’s shuffling slightly against his seat for more friction. You had discovered the other day, to your delight, that the butt plug also vibrated, and no doubt he was trying to find a position where it would rest against his prostate. He laughs off-pitch. “Well, I doubt we’re going to win anyway.”

“We’ll win,” Yoongi says confidently, leaning back in his seat. “So, now might be a good time to rehea- Jimin, are you okay? We have time, don’t worry.”

Jimin’s stiff in his chair, face blank. While Yoongi spoke, you had decided to test out the pulse function at a higher vibration. Clearly, it felt good. You nudged him lightly with your foot, twisting the dial to lower the speed enough for him to talk. “Uh, y-yeah, I’m good. I think it just kicked in, ha. We’re at the Grammys, nominated for the biggest award in music. Wild.”

Taehyung pokes him playfully in the thigh and Jimin jerks at the contact. “Relax, hyung. We deserve this, you know? We’ve worked hard, and ARMY are right here with us.”

The reminder that the world was watching caused Jimin to bite his lip and flutter his eyelashes in lust, glancing around the stage. “Shh, the announcement is starting,” he mutters shakily, although the presenters are still sharing awkward banter up on stage.

The three men around him shrug in confusion, but acquiesce, and fall silent. You take the silence as a good indicator to turn the panties off. As much as you love teasing Jimin when he’s like this, you know he wouldn’t really want his members hearing a buzzing sound emanating from his pants.

He arches his back a little and pouts when the vibrations cease, giving you an imploring gaze. “Sweetheart, can you let me out of the row? I need to use the bathroom.”

You stare at him hard as you stand and lean in to whisper harshly in his ear as he passes. “You better not jerk off in there or I’m putting it on high and throwing away the remote.”

He shudders instinctively, shaking his head. “I’ll be noona’s good boy.”

You sit back down, patting him lightly on the ass as he leaves.

“Man, he’s been odd today,” Hoseok muses, “more hyper than Jin this morning, and now he’s all moody. What’s gotten into him?”

You cough behind your hand to hide your grin. What’s gotten into him, indeed. “He’s probably just stressed about the award. It’s a big deal for you guys.”

Hoseok hums in agreement. “You can say that again. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.”

Slowly, the others return to their conversations, Jimin comes back and sits down again, staying silent for the most part as he waits for you to play with him again, but you rest your hand in your pocket and leave the panties off.

After just under an hour of heightened expectation, Jimin notices the way you perk up as Album of the Year is called out. You know that after this, their category is up, so it’s time for a little more fun.

You lean over to him, hand still in pocket and fondling the on switch. With your other hand over your mouth to cover your lips, aware of a cameraman less than five meters away, you whisper in Jimin’s ear. “Are you ready to be a good boy for me again?”

He keeps his eyes lidded, staring into the middle distance, but nods wordlessly.

You reach down and link your free hand with his. Just enough PDA to keep the camera on you as you turn the panties back on, still on the pulse function, high enough that you can feel the tremors radiate down his thigh where your hands rest. “Feels good?” you ask softly.

He nods again, his body completely stiff. Jimin’s eyes fly open when they’re announced as a nominee, and his strained face is blasted on the big screen along with his other members. He waves with his free hand, clutching tightly onto you with his other.

You smirk at the plan you’d devised, racketing the vibrations up another notch as the envelope is opened. You were going to get Jimin right up to that edge, hold him there, then, just as he walked up to collect the award, take everything away.

Make him give a thank you speech to ARMY with a straining erection, cock weeping from a denied orgasm. Then, after keeping him hard with periodic playtime, you’d wait until he was in the van with you and the other members and make him cum in front of them.

As much as he probably wanted you to make him cum right here, you were just too worried about the risks, so you’d switch it off and take the safer route.

“BTS!”

As expected, their name is called out, and Jimin forgets about the panties and jumps up to celebrate. You beam, genuinely happy for him and all that he had achieved. When he walks up towards the stage with the rest of them, you turn the dial up to high, and change pulse setting to more frequent pulses. You watch with a grin as his back goes ramrod straight, and he falls a little behind, bringing up the rear as he stumbles arm-in-arm with Taehyung.

The seven of them bundle up around the microphone, Yoongi with the award in hand and Namjoon beginning the speeches with an overwhelmed smile on his face. Jimin glances down and sends a you a pleading look, and you know the way his knees wobble just slightly that he’s close. Showtime.

You wave over to him with a sly grin, and reach down and switch off the remote. Your smile drops.

Instead of looking frustrated at his denial of release, his eyes are wide and he’s biting his lip hard. You frown, hastily pulling the remote out of your pocket to check. You’ve definitely switched it off, so why is he still acting like that.

As he crumples his face and shuffles behind Taehyung, hiding his crotch from the cameras, you swear internally. You remember reading somewhere on the manual about the distance of the signal. The remote had to be in range of the panties for the Bluetooth function to work. The panties were probably still going full bore, as the command to switch off couldn’t reach them.

You stare at the stage with wide eyes, watching the way Jimin is grabbing handfuls of Taehyung’s jacket and burying his face into his shoulder. Namjoon wraps up his speech and steps aside just as Tae is sending Jimin a concerned stare. You know they didn’t have much time, and so only Namjoon and Jimin were going to say something, but it seemed like Jimin was right in the middle of an orgasm on national television.

His shoulders shake, and the audience began to coo noisily, assuming he was crying. When he finally lifts his head up and shuffles shakily to the mic, he has a red face and tears in his eyes. No doubt the vibrations were too much right after cumming.

He coughs weakly, smiling with watery eyes. “ARMY, I love you!” What was meant to be a yell broke off halfway through, and the viewers ‘aww’-ed again. He quickly left the stage, not caring about other members following behind, and you noticed that the moment he was three rows in front of you, the tension in his face and body melted away and his head tipped back. He reached you, panting and waiting in the aisle to let the others file in past you before he did.

When he collapses onto his seat, exhausted, you turn to him to apologize and explain, but he leans in and nibbles at your earlobe playfully, the same endearing action he always did after getting his way. “Thank you, noona,” he sighs blissfully, “that was fucking amazing.”

You bite your lip and search his face when he leans back, but you can tell he’s being honest. “I’m glad,” you reply with a soft smile, “I’m looking forward to you repaying the favor tonight.

Jimin just chuckles and tips his head back to rest on your shoulder. “Me too.”

#bts smut #jimin smut #bts fic #sub jimin #jimin x reader #btssmutclub

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zuucc · 5 years

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HOW TO WEAR A 3 PIECE SUIT: W. Nylander I SMUT - Part 5

Words: 4,1K

Summary: Willy comes back from the road trip, and you’ve got some news to share with him, as you’d had some time to think while he was gone.

Warnings: SMUTTY and cursing in the author’s note hehe

Author’s note: LAST FUCKING PART BITCHES.

Masterlist and parts 1, 2, 3 & 4 are linked in bio

You watch his game that night, after you’d made it through a shift at the coffee shop you called your job and made it back home to your own apartment. You watch his game and you find yourself smiling every time the cameraman grants you a close up off him. You make sure to watch his interview afterwards, and then you climb into bed and wait for him to call you.

“Hey, congrats on the win,” you smile, once his face shows up on the screen of your iPhone. “Thanks, how was your day?” he asks, and you tell him about your day, about having a really hard time getting up from his bed that morning, about work – how a girl around the age of 12 had stared at you for a long time, and then said ‘you’re William Nylander’s friend, aren’t you?’, how her mother had scolded her for it and how you’d promised her that you’d say ‘hi’ and ‘good luck with the upcoming games’ from her. You’d stayed on the phone until you could barely keep your eyes open.

You spent the next couple of days catching up on some work for Uni, reading and writing assignments – going to classes, working and meeting up with your friends from school. You hadn’t planned on telling them about the new development of your relationship with Willy just yet, but they caught you smiling like an idiot at your phone after your friend Heather had clearly seen his name pop up on your screen – which, according to them, was not the normal procedure when he texted you – according to them you usually laughed, scoffed, rolled your eyes with a smile or simply just answered. Your further explanation of the subject answered their questions of why you’d been MIA last weekend, not responding to texts and snapchats for hours.

And you talked to Willy every day, short messages and snapchats a couple times a day, and then a facetime call at night, if he had the time – sometimes with Kappy joining too.

Friday came around and, fortunately, you had a lot going on – rushing from class to work, having a real busy shift, before barely getting to the game in time. The day goes by fast, and the game has got you on the edge of your seat all the way from start to end. The full-packed day didn’t give you much time to long for the evening to come around, to see Willy again.

You lean on the wall, next to Annika, while you wait for the boys to come out. The anticipation growing every second. “So, how you been since I last saw you?” she asks, looking at you with a smirk more than a smile. You can’t help but smile. “Well, the weekend was great, and then these last five days have been boring as fuck,” you tell her. “Tell me about your weekend,” she keeps smirking, like she knows something. “Why don’t you tell me what you know first,” you laugh, and she tells you how Kappy had complained about Willy being on the phone with you every night – and that Willy had been different, but he hadn’t dared to ask in fear of hearing about things he didn’t want to hear about.

“I don’t mind hearing about it, though,” she added, making you laugh.

“I mean, sure, we had sex for the first time,” you started, lowering your voice as you spoke. “And then we did that again, and then again,” you told her, feeling your cheeks heat up as you talked about it. Annika looked like she was getting the best tea of her life. “Was it good?” she asked, grinning. “Great,” you smiled.

“But, did you guys, like, have sex for the first time while drunk?” she asked, thinking of your state the last time she saw the two of you, at the bar, explaining to Kappy and herself what the hell was going on after Kappy and Mitch had caught you kissing. “No, the morning after. I mean, it was sure moving in that direction, but Will’s got some real ass self-control, self-control that I definitely don’t have,” you told her, making her laugh.

“And I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days,” you told her, on a more serious note. “Yeah?” Annika asked, giving you a reassuring smile. “I know now,” you told her, and she nodded – urging you to go on. “I know that I love him – like he loves me, that I’m in love with him,” you told her, your cheeks literally hurting from smiling. Annika almost shrieked, throwing her arms around you and pulling you into a hug, rocking you back and forth. “Wait, have you told him yet?” she asked, and you shook your head no. “I’m going to tell him tonight.”

The boys start emerging, all with freshly showered hair and suits. You and Annika stand in silence now, both smiling, as you scout for your particular ones to stride over to you. Kappy comes first, giving Annika a kiss and a hug, then leaning over and giving you a knowing smile and a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving with Annika. Willy is right behind him, though, his lips rising into a sweet smile when he sees your face.

“Hey,” he smiles, pulling you into a long hug. He hugs you hard, burying his face in your neck, making you laugh when his breath tickles you. His smile is even wider when you pull back from your hug. “Hey,” you reply, reaching up and sliding your arms around his neck, letting your fingers tangle with the hair that stuck out from his beanie. The hallway you were standing in was clearing out, but it wouldn’t have mattered – you would’ve kissed him if the hallway was roaming with people. You pushed up on your toes, and he leant down to meet you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that’s deep from the second his lips touches yours. His hands come down to rest on your hips, keeping you close.

“Some of the guys are going out to dinner, and asked if we would like to join...” he started, once you’d pulled back. Before he continued, though, he presses another kiss to your lips. “So, uh, do you want to do that, or do you maybe want to just go home… with me?” he asked – both his tone of voice and his smile – and the way he kissed you – told you that all he wanted was the latter. You pretend to have to think about it, looking up, tilting your head to the side. “I don’t know, I am hungry, and it’s been quite a while since I’ve spent time with Auston, so,” you tease, watching him as he smiles, waiting for you to quit teasing. He lifts his eyebrows, as if he was asking if you were done messing around. “Yeah, I think I might want to,” before you could finish, you’re interrupted by Willy. “Okay, come on, we’re going home,” he says, taking your hand and pulling you after him down the hallway. “Noo, I told you I wanted to hang with Auston,” you keep teasing.

“Aw, you want to hang with me?” you hear Auston behind you, the last one to leave the locker room for the night. “It was a joke, Auston,” Willy throws back at him before you could say anything, not letting go of your hand as you hurry to keep up with his long strides. You send a look to your friend who’d now reached up to you, shrugging. “Another time, Aus,” you chuckle.

In the car, Will’s hand is on your thigh. He’d leant in and kissed you, deeply, before putting the car into drive and placing his hand there. And it stayed there, all the way home. At first it was innocent, sweet, his hand staying closer to your knee, his thumb moving in soothing circles over your jeans. As you got closer to his apartment, his hand moved further and further away from your knee, making your jeans feel a lot tighter and a lot hotter. By the time he pulls into his buildings parking garage, his fingers are between your legs, where your thighs touch – and you’re so hot and bothered you’re biting your lip.

Once he’s stopped the car, he’s quick out of it, not bothering to get his bag from the back. You get out, and he grabs your hand, leading you towards the elevator, that’s on your floor, waiting for you. He doesn’t even wait for the doors to close before he’s got you pushed up against the wall, pressing his lips to yours in an openmouthed kiss. His got one hand on your waist, the other is moving to your ass, pushing you against him as he feels you up. You can feel his already hardening member against your jean clad hip, and you moan against his lips as he pushes his thigh in between yours.

The elevator comes to a stop on his floor, and Will grabs your hand and you rush towards his apartment. He fishes out his keys, opens the door and pulls you inside – immediately ridding you off your coat as soon as you get in. You don’t even get to kick off your shoes before he’s hoisting you up and carrying you towards the couch, laying you down and crawling on top of you. His lips are on yours and his hands are under the blue jersey with his name on the back of it, sliding up towards the black – very lacy – bralette that you’d put on for the occasion. His cock is fully hard now, you can tell as he desperately pushes his groin against yours.

You want to fall into this as badly as he does, but you have to say it – have to let him know.

“Will,” you try against his lips, but it comes out more as a moan than anything else, as he has now reached your thin undergarment, moving his thumb over your hard nipple. “William,” you try again, your voice louder and clearer now. “Yeah?” he breathes into your cheek, before his lips come back to your lips, kissing you deeply. You let your tongue tangle with his for a few moments, before you pull back, placing your hands on each side of his face to keep him there.

“I need you to tell me again,” you pant, watching as his brows furrow in confusion. “Tell me again, what you told me that night at that parking lot in the suburbs,” you said, still breathing heavily, your voice becoming stronger by every word you said. Will still looks confused, but at least he looked as if he knew what you were talking about.

“Say it again, and I’ll say it back this time – for real,” you added, a smile spreading on your lips as you said the last sentence.

“I love you,” he said, his voice thick and low, like an unintentional whisper. He looked hopeful, but he wasn’t smiling – like he couldn’t quite let himself believe it before he’d actually heard you say it.

“I love you, too, Will,” you said, your smile growing wider, as you said it – as you watched him take it all in, as you watched the smile spread on his lips. “I love you, I’m in love with you,” you repeated, sliding your arms around his neck as he leant down to hug you, giggling as he left smiling kisses on your neck.

He sat up on his knees, bringing you with him, as he didn’t let go of his embrace. He moved one of his hands underneath your thighs, and you took the hint to hook your legs around his waist. He gets up, and starts down the hallway to his bedroom. He’s taking his time now, no longer rushing to get his hands and lips on you. His smile wont leave his face as he carries you down the hallway, leaving a kiss on your cheek every once and awhile. When you reach the room, he closes the door behind you, before he playfully throws you onto to the middle of his bed. He doesn’t come rushing after you, though. He stays by the bed’s end, taking hold of your foot as your body stills on the bed. He starts by untying the sneakers that adorned your feet, throwing them to the floor and letting your socks follow close behind. He then pulls you closer to the edge by your ankles, making you giggle. The smile on his face makes the giddy feeling even more prominent, and you reach up to snatch the beanie off his head when he leans closer to open the button of your jeans. He laughs and when you get the chance again, you take hold of his shoulders and pull him down on top of you.

“Why am I the only person being undressed here?” you ask, placing your lips on his in a smiling kiss. “Because,” he just says, but keeps kissing you. You hook your finger between his shirt and his tie too loosen it, pulling it out from his collar, before starting to unbutton his dress shirt. Once you’ve gotten it halfway undone, you take a break from unbuttoning and slide your hand in between his chest and the cotton of his shirt. A few seconds later, though, he takes hold of your wrist and pushes it back, holding it down against the bed as he climbs off of you again.

You watch him with an amused expression as he gets back to undressing you, pulling your jeans down your legs. Once they’re off, he leans over you, placing a hand by your waist for support, as he looks into your eyes while simultaneously sliding his thumb into your underwear – seeing your reaction as his thumb moves down your wet slit and then pushes into you. You clench your eyes closed, and open them again to see him smirking over you.

He then proceeded to hook his finger into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. He leant down and gave you a deep and lingering kiss before he sunk down to his knees, pulling you even closer to the edge and placing your thighs on his shoulders.

Leaning up on your elbows, you watched him bury his face between your thighs. He started with his tongue by your hole, licking a stripe up your slit - tasting you. You moaned as he moved on to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, before moving his tongue over it. His finger teasing at your entrance reminded you of how badly you wanted him inside you. “Stop,” you moaned, pushing yourself up to sit upright, reaching out to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him back from where he was buried between your thighs. You moved your hands to his shoulders, pushing his jacket off his shoulders while simultaneously pushing him back, making room for you to slide to the floor as well, straddling his muscular thighs. His hands went to your waist and he pulled you closer as he kissed you, immediately opening his mouth to let you in - to let you taste yourself on his tongue. You unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt and ridded him of that as well. Before you could continue, he reached for your jersey, pulling it off as you held your arms up for him. He then failed to notice how you’d put on nice underwear for him, going straight for the clasp at the back while still kissing you. He pushed it off your shoulders and immediately took both bare breasts in his hands, massaging them. You let your hand wander down his torso, until you reached the top of his pants. You laid your hand flat over his bulge, pushing down on him - resulting in a deep groan against your lips. You then started to open his dress pants, but you were interrupted, as William suddenly pushed you to your feet and threw you back on the bed as soon as he was back on his feet again himself. You watched him with lustful eyes as he still stood at the end of the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks, then pushing both his pants and his boxers to the ground. He finally climbed into bed, stopping once he’s on his hands and knees over you. You take hold of his shoulders, and wrap your leg over his hip, pushing him down to lay next to you. He pulled you close by your hip, and you let your leg stay curled over his. You met him in a heated kiss, letting your hand trail from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, where you laid your hand flat against his skin and let your hand slide the last few inches down to his member. Will’s hand moved from your hip to your back, and from your back your butt. From there it further moved between your legs, where he pushed two long fingers into you. You let out a breathy moan against his lips, before moving on to press open mouthed kisses down his neck, loving how his heavy breaths and low groans sounded next to your ear as you wrapped your hand around his erection. Will’s fingers slipped out of you as you pushed yourself further down the bed while still leaving kisses down his chest. “What’re you doing?” he breathed as you pushed him to lay on his back. You just smiled, left a few more kisses down his stomach and then proceeded to put your mouth on his member – licking a stripe from the base and all the way up to the tip. You looked up at him once more, mischievously smiling, before wrapping your lips around him. William looked stunned, his mouth falling open as he watched you. You started bobbing your head up and down, your need to pleasure him fueled by his moans and groans. But it wasn’t long before he did to you what you’d done to him just 5 minutes earlier. “Ugh, you can’t do that,” he groaned, sitting up and placing his hands underneath your arms, pulling you back up and immediately climbing on top of you. “I just want to be inside you,” he whispered, as he left kisses on your neck. “Will,” you moaned, placing your hands on each side of his face, pressing your lips to his. He gently parted your legs, spreading them further away from each other than they already were, with Will between them. He rested more of his weight on your body, pulling away from your kiss to look down between your bodies as he pushed his length inside you. You immediately responded to the feeling, a breathy moan escaping your lips. William smiled, looking down at you, carefully hooking your leg over his hip before he placed his lips back on yours. He slowly started moving, his lips moving with yours just as slow and soft. Your hands moved into his hair, and you thought about how you were both so vulnerable in this moment. You were laying on top of the duvet, it was dark outside but the lights from the city lit up the room anyway. You couldn’t remember if you’d ever had sex this exposed before – but you knew you never would’ve if it wasn’t with Willy. You’d never felt more comfortable naked before. His lips moved away from yours, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and to your shoulder, before he buried his head in your hair and you neck. He grabbed hold of your wrist where you’d placed your hand on his shoulder, moving it to rest beside your heads on the pillow, sliding his hand up to fit his fingers between yours. You tightened your grip on his hair, signaling for him to pull back from where he’s nuzzled his head into your neck and hair. His lips immediately touch yours, like they’re magnets pulling towards each other. His thrusts deepens along with your kiss and his hand comes up to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling with your hair as he holds you close.

“I love you so much,” he spoke against your lips, his words barely audible. You smile against his lips, pulling your hand out of his hair to place it on his cheek, your thumb stilling under his chin as you pulled further away from his lips to be able to look at him better. His stopped his movements as you just looked at each other, both smiling. You traced a finger over his facial features, his lips, his cheekbones, his eyebrow. “I love you, too,” you whispered eventually – several minutes later. And for the first time it felt like William trusted you to say it back, trusted you to mean it.

You placed your lips back on his, moving your hand to his shoulder, pushing him back enough for you to get on top. You started moving your hips in a steady rhythm, Will placing his hands on your hips to help with you the motion. He looked up at you, admiring you as you moved on top him, your hands resting on his chest. His hands moved from your hips to caress your body, sliding over your waist with a soft touch, before cupping your breast with just the right amount of pressure.

He then proceeded to sit up, his lips pressing to yours. One hand moved to the small of your back, slowly sliding down to your behind, pushing you against his hips, while the other slid back down and between your bodies, his thumb landing on your clit, where it moved in pleasurable circles. He left kisses down your neck while you collaboratively sent you towards your orgasm. When your hands tightened around him, as well as your insides, and your moans became more frequent, he pulled back to watch you as you fell apart in front of him.

“I love watching you come,” he smiled sweetly when you opened your eyes, making you elicit a breathy chuckle. “I’m thinking I should make you do it again,” he spoke with more force, making your breath hitch, before you nearly screamed as he abruptly lifted you off of him by your hips, throwing you around so that you laid on your side beside him. He turned to lay behind you like you were spooning, lifted up your leg to rest on his and pushed his member back inside you.

The hand holding his weight moved underneath your neck and curled around your body, making it possible for him to place his hand on your breast, while simultaneously giving you a place to rest your head. You turned your head towards him and his lips immediately pressed against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. His other hand came down to once again play with your clit as he started moving in and out of you. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers moved over your sensitive nub, making him up his pace to faster get you both to your climaxes. As the pleasure reached the level where it gets too much, he pulled away from your lips, opting to rest his forehead against your temple. With breathy moans and one hand on your boob, playing with your nipple, and the other with your clit – and one last push of his hips he sent you over the edge for the second time tonight, himself following seconds after.

He left a kiss on your shoulder as he fell back on the bed. You laid back too, your head still resting on his arm as you turned to your other side, placing your hand on his chest. “I’ve never felt more comfortable before,” you told him when you’d gotten your breath back. “I’m glad you find my bicep comfy,” he said. Even if you couldn’t see his face, it was clear that he was smiling. “That is not what I meant and you know it,” you breathed, a smile on your face as well. “I know,” he whispered, turning towards you, letting his hand move from the small of your back to tangle in your hair.

You could’ve sworn you laid like that for hours, his fingers moving over your scalp, your hand tracing unknown maps on his back – your bodies pressed against each other, sharing kisses and ‘I love you’s’.

This time when he carried you to the bathroom and into the steaming shower, he let you stand with your back pressed to his front under the shower head as water wet your skin. He let you turn around and rest against his chest with your arms around his waist while he washed your hair. He let you rest your weight on him while he took care of you.

#william nylander smut #william nylander imagine #william nylander #hockey smut #hockey imagines #hockey #william nylander owns my ass

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The Vintage Joshifer Series: End of Love—Chapter 18

End of Love by hutchhitched

A kazillion years ago, I started posting this story. I never intended for it to drag on this long in between updates, but life happens and so does writer’s block. I know there’s little readership in the Joshifer fandom anymore, but I needed to finish it. If you’re still around to read it, thank you. If you want to dive in, I’d appreciate it. You definitely don’t have to be a Joshifer fan to read it since Josh and Jen’s characters are historical actors and not versions of their modern selves. There are three more chapters after this one, all of which will be posted this month (fifty years after the events that take place in the final chapter).

Historical events in this chapter include the following:

The Democratic National Convention took place in Chicago in August 1968. Bobby Kennedy’s assassination (see Chapter 16) threw the convention into chaos since there was no longer a clear front runner. LBJ’s vice president eventually won the nomination, but the real story was outside the convention in the streets where members of the New Left protested—including the Yippies, who nominated a pig for president (3:38). Riots broke out in the streets, and protestors, police, and journalists were all injured.

Not long after the DNC, there was a protest at the Miss America pageant in Atlantic City, NJ, led by those who were supporters of women’s liberation. The New York Radical Women (NYRW) and National Organization of Women (NOW), and members of consciousness raising groups all participated. Gloria Steinem, who helped found Ms. magazine and just recently toured the country promoting her new book, was one of the founders of NOW.

Shout out to @xerxia31 for drawing my attention to the quote, “The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.”

Chicago, Illinois, August 1968

“Jen, are you working again today?” Amy shouted through the closed bedroom door. When there was no answer, she rapped loudly on the wood.

Half asleep, Jennifer stretched and rubbed sleep from her eyes. She rolled over and slipped her arm over Josh’s naked torso and yelled in a sleep-choked voice, “Yeah, I have to be there at noon. Sleeping in.”

“I’ll be home late tonight. Be careful.”

“Thanks, Amy,” she replied and nestled her head into Josh’s shoulder.

“Yeah, be careful,” he grunted and shifted onto his side. “Someone might try to take advantage of you or something.”

“Mmm… Good morning,” she breathed as he traced her collar bone with the tip of his tongue.

“Good morning to you. Signs point to it being very, very good.”

Jen spread her legs and sighed as he settled between them. His mouth greeted her as if they’d been separated for months, even though they’d spent the majority of the night before high and trying new positions from the Kama Sutra he’d scored from one of his friends at work.

“I’m not going to be able to walk today if you don’t stop that,” she teased in between sharp intakes of breath. She twisted her fingers in his hair as she approached her climax and tugged hard.

“Don’t gripe, doll,” he said as he tore his mouth from her. “You know you love this.”

Wrapping her arms around him, she tugged him against her and welcomed him inside. His long strokes drove her over the edge quickly, and he plunged into her as she gripped and rippled around him.

When they were finished, he tugged on a pair of bellbottoms with frayed denim hems and walked to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and left with only a brief farewell tossed over his shoulder as he walked down the hall. Stunned, she sat up and stared after him, but he didn’t return.

“Something’s still off,” she muttered before shrugging and dressing for work.

She’d only been at her new job for a few weeks. Once she’d decided to take Jack’s advice, things had moved quickly. She interviewed and got the job within a few days, allowing her to leave her job at the Tribune and take a reporter position at the local NBC affiliate. It had taken a bit to readjust to reporting news on camera instead of typing it, but she had no regrets. Her boss at the TV station was a saint compared to Mr. Murrow, and she enjoyed the new relationships she’d developed with her co-workers, most of whom were incredibly good-looking and closer to her age. The field was an entirely different world than the newsroom, and Josh seemed amused by her stories.

“Not sure what’s wrong with him today,” she mused as she made her way to work to receive her assignment and camera operator for the day.

“Jennifer,” her boss called from his office and motioned her inside. “I want you on the DNC this week. I know you usually work weekends, but Chicago doesn’t get the convention every year. You’ve got today and tomorrow to prep, and then you’re on until Thursday. I need you at the top of your game. These things are notoriously dull, so you’ll need to create some interest through interviews. Get people’s ideas.”

“On the convention floor?”

“No, you’re outside. I’ve got another team inside the convention itself,” he explained. “I need you to report on the mood outside the event.”

“Is anybody going to be hanging around outside? If people can’t get in, why would they be there?”

“I put in a call Daley’s office. The good mayor seems to think there might be trouble. Police are expecting some more radical groups to be in the streets.”

“Radical groups,” she murmured. She’d ask Josh what he’d heard when she got home. He knew more than she did about who would be there.

****

But Josh wasn’t at home when she got there. She stayed up late, studying and prepping for her assignment, but he didn’t come back. His clothes still hung in her closet, so she knew he hadn’t bailed on her and would return eventually. Still, his absence grated on her, especially when he didn’t return the next day either.

She woke early on Wednesday to featherlight kisses on her forehead. Josh settled onto her, pressing her into the mattress and winding his fingers in her hair.

“I missed you,” he whispered and wiggled his crotch between her legs.

Grouchy from lack of sleep and even more frustrated he’d been missing for the past two days without any sort of explanation, she snapped, “Where have you been, asshole?”

She almost smacked him when he chuckled, but she forgave him quickly enough when he explained he’d been planning a demonstration for the day at the DNC. He kissed her softly, lovingly, and she relented. She closed her eyes, let him inside, and moaned when he moved inside her. His political pillow talk excited him more than anything else lately, and he eventually came with a long, guttural growl in her ear. He pulled out quickly and dropped his head between her legs. His mouth worked magic on her. When he kissed her afterwards, she tasted both of them in his mouth. She wasn’t sure why that turned her on so much, but it drove her to beg for another round before she left for her shift.

****

Jen was met by a throng of protestors and twice as many police as she stationed herself outside the convention and attempted to interview as many people in the crowd as would talk to her. She wrangled a conversation with a woman named Katie, who proudly proclaimed herself a member of the Youth International Party.

“Katie, can you tell us a little bit about why you’re protesting today?” Jen yelled into the microphone and turned it toward the other woman. She bumped into the other woman when someone jostled her, and she strained to hear the answer.

Katie screamed at the top of her lungs, “Fuck the pigs! The Yippies are here to show how corrupt the police and government are. They support the military industrial complex, sending our boys to die in ’Nam while they wallow in filth in D.C. We’re here to nominate our own candidate, Pigasus the Immortal, because even a pig could run this country better than that asshole in the White House.”

Jen’s eyes widened imperceptibly, but she schooled her features as best she could. No matter what her interviewees said, she needed to remain neutral and report the news. No matter how radical or extreme, no matter if she agreed with the sentiment or not, her job was to present the facts and share what was unfolding in Grant Park to the rest of the nation.

As the crowd around her shouted, “Pigs are whores,” she marveled at the irony of nominating a pig for president while simultaneously slandering the police as whores. Tension crackled in the air, and she wondered briefly if Josh was actually somewhere in the crowd like he was supposed to be. Admittedly, while her political bent was less radical than his, she still agreed with a lot of his ideas. This, though, seemed more like it could burst into a riot immediately and not stay just a protest.

Hours passed, and she kept interviewing, kept side-stepping potential problems, and kept doing her job. As darkness fell, the crowd’s energy ticked higher. Something was going to happen. She could feel it. Thousands of police and national guard and military surrounded the protestors, and all it would take was one spark for the area to erupt.

Three minutes later it did. Someone threw a rock, the police retaliated, and a full-scale riot broke out in front of her. A Molotov cocktail whizzed over her head, and she motioned to her cameraman to start rolling. She had no idea if the station would pick up her report, but she wasn’t letting this opportunity go. This was a career-maker.

“As you can see, violence has broken out at the protests outside the Democratic National Convention here in Chicago. It’s 11:00 pm, and city ordinance says that all public parks must be closed at this hour. That hasn’t fazed the protestors, mainly members of the Youth International Party and others of the New Left, who demand an end to American involvement in Vietnam and a rehauling of the federal government.

“Chicago mayor, Richard Daley, has consistently declared that he will see law and order maintained, and he’s backed up that assertion with over 12,000 police, 5,000 national guard members, and 12,000 regular army troops, according to reports from the mayor’s office itself.

“Earlier today, Yippies, members of the Youth International Party, nominated a pig for president as a statement about the state of the government. Tonight, the establishment is fighting back. Expect more—”

Something struck her in the side of the head, and she saw stars. She focused enough to see her cameraman swivel the camera to capture the events, so she could gather herself.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, careful to keep her voice low in case her microphone was broadcasting. She pressed her fingers to her forehead and grunted at the pain. When she pulled her hand back, she was stunned to find it covered in blood.

The crowd jostled her, and she realized she needed to get out of harm’s way. Her head hurt, and she swayed when she tried to take a step. Dizzy and confused, she staggered to her left. A few seconds later, she collapsed.

****

“Wake up, Jennifer.”

The voice was insistent and familiar, and she tried to listen. It hurt too much. Too tired to care, she slid back into darkness.

“Jennifer Shrader Lawrence. Wake up!”

“No. Ow. Sleep. Sleep now.”

“Come on, doll. Wake up. Right now.”

With a growl, she nudged into the hand cupping her jaw and opened her eyes. The light from a single lamp made her head explode, and she whimpered in pain. It took several seconds for her to focus. When she did, she sighed, “Josh.”

“You know, you shouldn’t get a bottle thrown at your head. You’re too pretty to carry off a scar on your forehead.” His eyes were filled with concern and a hint of anger, but his lips curved into a gentle smile that made her want to kiss him.

“Good thing I have bangs,” she joked quietly in an attempt to keep her head from swirling. “How’d we get back here? What time is it?”

“A buddy of mine gave us a ride. I saw you get hit, and I managed to pick you up before you got trampled. Also, don’t black out in the middle of a riot. That’s just common knowledge.”

She frowned. “I was working.”

“You were,” he agreed before adding forcefully. “Now, you’re not. You take a bottle to the head and bleed all over yourself, you’re in no shape to be on TV. And it’s almost 4:00 am. You’ve been out for a while.”

“I took you away from the protest.”

Josh didn’t answer. Instead, he put a bag of ice on her forehead where the bottle had hit her right over her right temple. Indicating she should take it from him, he grabbed a bottle of aspirin off the bedside table, popped three into his hand, and put them on her tongue when she opened her mouth.

“You’re going to be laid up for a few days. You should call your boss when it’s a reasonable hour. He can call in a replacement.”

“Josh, I need to work.”

“What you need to do,” he snapped, “is get well. I’m going to sleep. I have to be back out there tomorrow.”

“You’re going back?” she yelped. “Why? So you can get hurt? There are thousands of police out there and the army and Daley doesn’t give a shit about any of you.”

“Which is exactly why we’re protesting, Jennifer.”

“Doesn’t make it smart.”

“I never said I was smart.”

Before she could say another word, he flipped off the light and headed to the living room.

“Where are you going?” she demanded, her anger barely contained.

“I’ll be on the couch tonight. Go to sleep.”

“Jackass,” she muttered, but she wasn’t in any shape to drag him back to bed. Instead, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. When she woke up the next morning, he was gone.

****

“There you are. I thought you weren’t going to make it home before I left.”

Josh stood in the hallway, his expression unreadable, and Jen zipped her suitcase closed. She rose and crossed to him, but he didn’t reach out for her or return her tentative smile. She really shouldn’t be leaving town when their relationship was on the rocks, but her boss insisted they needed her presence in Atlantic City, that her coverage of the riots not quite two weeks prior had shot her to superstardom—at least as much as a local news correspondent could be. She was the trusted face of news in Chicago and covering the Miss USA pageant would give her a softer side that would solidify her image of being able to report everything in the news cycle. She thought it was bullshit, but she wasn’t really in the position to argue.

“This isn’t exactly the farewell I was hoping for when I asked you to make sure to say goodbye to me.”

“You shouldn’t be going,” Josh grumbled, and anger flooded through her.

“I don’t exactly have a choice, do I?” she snapped. “Not if I want to keep my job. Besides, it’s a beauty pageant. It’s not like I’m going to get hurt again. I’m not covering a riot.”

“Jennifer, there are consciousness raising groups all over the country headed to Atlantic City. They’re planning all sorts of protests against this—this—this travesty that likens females to cattle. I can’t believe you’re willing to cover something that makes other women look like pieces of meat.”

He threw up his hands, and she pursed her lips. “It’s my job.”

“Get a new one, then. You’re supporting the establishment. I thought you were against all the shit—”

“I’m a journalist, Josh. A journalist, not an activist. That’s your job.”

He glared at her before whispering, “Maybe you’re not who I thought you were.”

“The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility,” she said, her voice frigid. “I’m leaving. I have a flight to catch.”

He didn’t stop her when she grabbed her suitcase and stalked past him. She was down the stairs and into the cab before tears spilled over and wet her cheeks.

****

Atlantic City proved to be a lot more than Jennifer expected, and it made her furious that Josh was right. Of course, she was always mad when Josh was right and she’d argued against him. He liked to gloat, and she had no desire to go back to Chicago and hear him snicker.

Worse than that, she had an aching fear in her gut that she’d fly home, and he’d be gone. She didn’t know why, but she hadn’t been able to shake that he was planning to leave for months. It seemed only a matter of time. How could she tame Josh Hutcherson, activist and rebel and total playboy?

Why hadn’t they managed to have a discussion about their relationship in the year they’d been living together? They’d never promised to be exclusive, never had the conversation, and Jen had a sinking feeling that he was just biding time until he went back to his former life—floating from place to place and woman to woman, following the fight for the causes he supported and relationships be damned. Andre and Jackson were his only close friends, and he hadn’t seen either of them in months either.

Something wasn’t right, and she was terrified of eventually discovering what it was.

She shook herself as her mind drifted to Josh for the hundredth time in fifteen minutes. The action behind her on the pier ramped up as the pre-pageant sessions dragged on. She’d interviewed dozens of protestors, asking them their views on the women’s movement and women’s liberation. Several members of the New York Radical Women were there leading the protests, and Jen thought she’d go insane if she heard the words “consciousness raising” again.

Jen directed her attention to what she thought would provide the clearest portrayal of what the protestors were attempting to accomplish. She interviewed women carrying signs of females marked up as cuts of meat; she directed her crew to record the Freedom Trash Can as women threw in high heels and tweezers and bras and pantyhose; she heard the term bra burner and twirled to spot a fire until the woman she was interviewing explained that they’d decided not to set the trash can on fire because they feared the wooden boardwalk would go up in flames. Finally, she took copious notes during the pageant itself until protestors in the balcony unfurled a large banner and simultaneously set off a smoke bomb that drove everyone from the auditorium.

In short, she realized later when she was back in her hotel room and reviewing her notes, she’d done everything she could possibly do to both keep her job and work against the establishment Josh seemed to want to insist she supported. If she was honest, her work that day was a giant middle finger to both her boss and her whatever-the-hell he was to her because Josh sure hadn’t promised her anything.

She was fuming by the time she landed in Chicago the following evening, ready to return to her apartment and find him and his belongings missing. If she could stay mad until she found out for sure that he was gone, maybe she’d be able to survive the loss.

When she walked in the door, she had a string of curse words waiting on the tip of her tongue to fall, to distract her from the pain she knew was coming.

“Hey, doll. I missed you.”

Tears pricked her eyes, and she dropped her suitcase. She took three giant steps and threw herself into his arms. He tried to ask her what was wrong a million times, but she shut him up with her mouth every time.

“Take me to bed,” she begged, and he obliged. She was well into her third orgasm before she believed he was really there.

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BTS reacting to their idol crush having an outfit malfunction on stage

pairing: bts x reader

warnings: language

genre: fluff

gender neutral

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kim seokjin

Ok lowkey i feel like he would laugh at first. Like he wouldn’t understand much what happens to you, he can see your expression suddenly changed. That’s when he noticed the little shirt rip over your armpit. Once you put your arms up, the shirt (too small for you but staff didn’t care much) ripped under the arm. You instantly noticed and put them down, everybody noticing the sudden change, since the choreography required for them to still be up. Jin’s expression changed with yours, and he began talking about it with namjoon. They were both talking about how the staff members didn’t give much attention to it. Seokjin felt sad for you, and angry at the staff. He would then complain to them.

“But look at Y/N!” he would say to namjoon while pointing at the stage “they feel so uncomfortable, look at their face! This is so wrong!”

min yoongi

Beware of Yoongi when mad, he is scary. All Bangtan knew about his little huge crush on you. So as soon as they noticed the sleeve that was falling off (caused by a rough movement of a backup dancer), they all looked at yoongi. What was scary was his blank face. Nobody could read his face. Some thought he was mad, others thought he felt pity for you, outfit malfunctions are the worst. But he was actually concerned. You had been on everybody’s mouths lately for your sexy moves and choreographies, and not in the good way. Not everybody liked what you did, and you were receiving a lot of blacklash for that. He was hoping people wouldn’t come up with theories about how you did it on purpose.

“They are lying! It was obviously a malfunction” he yelled, while reading the articles after the show “I knew they would do this, they are calling Y/N a stripper. What the fuck!?”

jung hoseok

He would be surprised lmao. Idk why i imagine them all either mad or sad. They all know how it sucks to have an outfit malfunction. So when Hoseok noticed the back of your shirt ripped, he gasped. He looked at the boys, trying to see if they had seen it too. But they were so inmersed in your choreography that barely noticed. When he pointed it out, all the members began chuckling at how fast he realized. They knew Hoseok had a huge crush on you, and was always alert with news related to you. He even had your photocard!

“Don’t laugh at me!” he cried to the boys “It’s not a little cut, their whole back is showing!” the boys never stopped laughing and would never forget about this

kim namjoon

Ok namjoon would be lowkey mad. Like you know when his face changes like to the most serious one in the world, he looks like he is about to kill someone? Ok that’s how he would be. Man, he would be so disappointed at the staff for not checking your shirt before you went on stage. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t stop talking about it until the performance finished. He is a professional, so he gets mad whenever these kind of issues happen. He would annoy yoongi with how much he was talking about it.

“I mean, It’s not so hard!” he would complain to a very concentrated yoongi “All they had to do was check if the shirt was well closed before letting them go on stage. This is bad for Y/N” yoongi would smile fondly, well aware of namjoon’s feelings about you

park jimin

WELCOME THE POUT KING. omg he would feel so sad about it. Idk if sad like about to cry, but he would definitely feel bad for you. I’m sure he would be mad like yoongi, but wouldn’t express it much. He knew you, so he was already mentally preparing himself to talk to you about it, apologizing in the name of the staff who didn’t realize they didn’t close your pants well. He ended up watching the rest of the performance with a pout, his eyes never leaving you, catching every move and noticing how you tried to repair it when it wasn’t your turn to dance.

“Look at them, hyung” he would whisper to hoseok “Poor thing, has to finish performing like that” he sighed “I feel bad for them”

kim taehyung

oh oh. Your shirt ripped right on the front! Taehyung noticed in a blink. It wasn’t a big cut, but it was enough to show more than what you wanted to show. You noticed it too, but couldn’t do much about it. Tae started thinking, how could he help someone who was performing, and he was so far away from you? At first he felt embarrased. Because of his crush on you he was more open-eyed, so he rapidly noticed it. That’s when an idea popped inside his head. A part of the performance was coming, a little dance with your band member, and your chest would be shown to everybody. So Taehyung quickly called the cameraman and asked him to show him right when your part was coming. So when you started singing, he stood up and danced your part, his silly dancing being shown on the big screen. Like this nobody paid attention to you (and your chest) and appreciated the young fanboy dancing the choreo perfectly. The boys never let him live afterwards.

“I had to do it!” he said between laughs “Or else Y/N’s chest was gonna be on national television!”

jeon jungkook

Awkwardness at its best lmao. Poor Jungkookie he would feel so powerless. He hated that feeling, and he hated outfit malfunctions. All that was making the maknae a frustrated mess. He pointed it out as soon as it happened, since he was paying closely attention to this idol crush. His hyungs smiled at his expressions, going from pouty to angry to pouty to sad. He couldn’t stop talking about it, highlighting how your dance moves seemed floppy, since your shoe sole came off.

“Look at Y/N, the sole is about to come out entirely, what if they fall?” he would ask his hyungs, a small cute pout on his lips

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lowkey cuteeee and i would hate if this happened to me lmao

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unorthodoxsavvy · 4 years

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Gourmet Holiday

Title: Gourmet Holiday

Chapter: 1

Pairing: Dan and Phil

AU: UK-based BATK (Gourmet Makes) [Dan is “Claire” and Phil is “Brad”]

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: G

Summary: Phil helps out Dan make candy canes in his holiday episode of Gourmet Makes

Trope: Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers

“Alright, my name is Dan, and today on Gourmet Makes we’re going to be making candy canes,” Dan smiled into the camera, holding up a box of a dozen candy canes.

“Candy canes are one of the best holiday traditions, even here in the UK. I love them for the taste, and also for the fact that if you get them sharp enough, you can stab someone with them-”

Dan quickly glanced up from the box to their camera man.

“Am I allowed to say that on this show?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Great!”

Dan started to pull one out of the package.

“Candy canes are really great too because they can be used in holiday deserts like brownies or as sprinkles or in like hot chocolate, ooh, we should make some hot chocolate- anyway-”

Dan unwrapped the long end and popped it in his mouth.

Behind Dan, his coworker, Phil, approached his station. Sensing the older man, Dan turned slightly.

“Phil! Important question: which end of the candy cane do you start with?”

“The curved part,” Phil smiled.

“Wow, someone isn’t valid,” Dan replied, turning back to the camera.

“Can I have one though?”

“Not if you’re going to eat it like that.”

Phil huffed and kept walking.

“Anyway, it’s time for my favorite part: reading the ingredients.”

Dan flipped over the candy cane box and started listing off the ingredients, doing his best to pronounce the bigger words. He knew that in the final edit of this video, the ingredients would be listed around him, framing his face as he rattled them off. Dan had always admired the editors work on all of his videos, a skill he felt like he could never pick up.

“Alright,” he grinned, staring straight ahead. “Let’s get started.”

The camera followed Dan around the UK’s BA Test Kitchen as he gathered up various ingredients and tools he’d need to start with his first task: making the sugar candy.

With a smile, Dan started to explain what he was doing as he measured out the sugar on his scale in a bowl, then transferred it to a larger pan he could boil it down to hard ball candy on the stove afterwards.

In order to make it a more elevated treat, Dan was trying to think of a way he could somehow use the mint leaves directly. One plan he had was throwing them in Phil’s dehydrator, and then using the spice grinder to grind them up and add to the mixture. It would probably give the candy a speckled appearance, but he hoped it wouldn’t look too much different from the original. Dan hated the artificial taste of extracts, and avoided them whenever he could.

After talking this through with the camera while his sugar boiled down, Dan removed it from the heat and waited for it to be cool enough to the touch for him to work with.

“I’m too weak for this,” he complained, grabbing the sugar and pulling it across his chest over and over again. Starting to get tired, Dan wrapped it around the stand mixer’s arm and used that to continue pulling towards him instead of out. Once satisfied with his sugar, he started to rip pieces off and form them by hand into cane-shapes.

By this time, Dan had been on camera for about 45 minutes, and Phil returned from whatever he’d been doing.

“How’s it going, Dan?” Phil asked cheerfully, looking down at Dan with adoring big eyes. Phil’s smile, which never left his face, was infectious, and tired as Dan was, he managed to smile back.

“I think I might need to find a mold for these,” Dan gestured to the candy canes he was making.

“You didn’t wrap the two colors yet?” Phil observed.

“No, I just wanted to see how well I could do this without worrying about having to have them wrapped. If I can’t make these right without wrapping the red with the white, there’s no way I’ll be able to do it with that.”

“Alright, do you want some help making a mold?” Phil offered.

“What are you doing now? Are you working on anything?” As much as Dan would love the help, he didn’t want to pull Phil away from his own assignments.

“Ah, you know, just waiting for some things to ferment over at the fermentation station,” Phil mentioned, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the shelf in the kitchen he’d claimed for his weird experiments, including a bag of egg yolks with salt he’d thrown in a plastic sandwich bag. Every once in a while Dan had the urge to rip it down and throw it out, but a part of him was morbidly curious as to not only how long Phil would keep it tapped to the wall, but what would become of it afterwards.

Dan rolled his eyes at the thought, being a bit extra for the camera. “Alright, if you’re not busy, then sure. Got any ideas?”

Phil tilted his head in thought while Dan gazed up at him from his seat at his counter. Standing side by side, Dan and Phil were almost the same height, and they both towered over everyone else in the kitchen. It was one thing that bonded them. Their personalities complimented each other as well: Dan was pessimistic, focused, and sarcastic, something that the internet had latched on to, giving him the success he saw today. Phil, on the other hand, was a bit chaotic, spacey, and made really bad jokes and puns. This lent him a different kind of love from Dan, but just as much success. Their respective shows were the most popular of all of the UK BA Test Kitchen’s channel.

“What if we got one of those putty things you can impress molds into?”

Phil was known around the kitchen for having out-of-the-box and generally handy ideas.

“That’s great, do we have any?”

“I have no idea,” Phil grinned stupidly.

Dan let out a dramatic sigh and got up from his station to look around the kitchen, followed by Phil and the cameraman.

After looking around for a good 20 minutes, Dan located what he was looking for- there was only one problem. There was only enough of the putty to make a mini candy cane mold, not the full-sized ones.

Dan showed it to Phil.

“Well, if it works out, they’ll just have to be that size,” Phil voiced, as if he had read Dan’s mind.

“My thoughts exactly,” Dan agreed, and brushed past Phil in the hallway, shoulders bumping slightly. Dan felt his face heat up in embarrassment and didn’t turn around to apologize so that it wouldn’t be caught on camera. The last thing he needed was to give the internet another piece of “proof” that the two were secretly in love.

They’d never really explicitly talked about how they were “shipped”, but Dan was fairly confident Phil was aware.

Dan placed the putty for the mold on his work counter and started to work to clean up the mess he’d made in his first attempt, camera continuing to roll on the off chance there was any good B-footage to be had for the end of the video, or even peppered into the main video. Phil tried to help, but Dan waved him off.

“I have a process,” he asserted. Phil threw his hands up and backed away gently, playing it up for the camera. Dan wondered if the scene would make it into the video.

Once Dan was done cleaning his station Phil pulled up a stool to sit next to Dan.

Dan startled from where he’d been staring down at the table in focus and looked at Phil, feeling his eyes drawn to Phil’s icey blue ones.

“I, uh, we, I-”

“You sound like me on camera!” Phil joked.

Dan’s face dropped into a glare, causing Phil to chuckle even more.

“I grabbed the box of mini ones we got to make the mold with,” Dan finally stated, pulling over the box so it would be on-screen in front of the two of them.

“Awesome, let’s jump in,” Phil smiled, grabbing the box from where Dan had left it in front of them, starting to pull out some of the candy canes.

Dan vaguely felt like Phil was hijacking his video more than he would have liked, but maybe with more air time for Phil in Dan’s series, it would get more views.

Dan watched Phil delicately unwrap the candy cane from the plastic and place it into the mold-maker, thinking about how two people with such steady hands could engage in such different work.

“Look good?” Phil asked, showing Dan.

“Looks good. Oh, by the way can I use your new dehydrator?”

“You sure can,” Phil exclaimed, getting up to head over it right away. Dan figured Phil wanted to show him how it worked, so even though Dan wasn’t quite ready to use it, he followed Phil over to the fermentation station.

“Alright, so when you open it up you can see right inside we got two nice large fans, right, so those really push the air around and make whatever’s inside dry up real nice.”

Phil closed the door of the dehydrator.

“Up here you can set a timer for how long you want it to run for and over here with this dial you can change how much air the fans are blowing and this one over here changes the temperature-” Phil went through and detailed each and every feature his new dehydrator came with while Dan politely listened. After about five minutes of filming, Phil was finally done explaining how it worked, and Dan thanked him, saying he was going to go grab the mint leaves he’d pre-ordered for the episode.

“Wonderful!” Phil followed Dan to where he’d been storing the leaves.

It became clear to Dan that Phil was in this for the long-haul, so Dan asked Phil how long he thought they should keep the leaves in the dehydrator for.

“There’s a fair amount of moisture in them because they’re from a plant, so maybe overnight and we check them in the morning,” Phil suggested.

“Great, and in the meantime we can test out that mold you made.”

“Awesome,” Phil replied in a deep voice for what Dan assumed was comedic effect.

The two returned back to Dan’s station where Dan started to make the same sugar mixture he had for his first test. “I think I like this mixture I made, but the first one was really just to see the logistics of this, I wasn’t really paying attention to the sugar to see if this is what I want to end up using or not,” Dan mentioned as he stirred, leaning over his mixing bowl slightly.

Dan felt Phil lean over his shoulder to glance in his mixing bowl, and Dan stopped whisking to turn and give Phil another glare. It had the desired effect, and Phil backed off, but Dan wasn’t sure if he did it for himself or for the camera.

Dan continued stirring before pouring his mixture into the pot he’d had Phil place on the stove for him. Dan turned the burner on and placed his candy thermometer in, leaning against the oven as he stirred the sugar.

Phil came and stood next to him. For the first time this whole video, Dan wished the camera wasn’t rolling so they could have an honest conversation, but for now it was casual conversation.

When the sugar was ready, Dan poured it out and let it set, getting Phil to help him pull it when it was cool enough to touch.

Phil placed some in the mold, and although it worked, he wasn’t quite as happy with the sugar as he could have been. When he bit it, it was a bit chewy and didn’t have that distinct crack and the crumble effect of a real candy cane.

Dan voiced his thoughts to Phil, who seemed genuinely interested in what Dan had to say.

“It’s getting late, I think I’m going to run one more test and then call it quits for today, and we can start day two tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.”

Dan made one more batch of sugar to cook down while Phil watched, this time letting it sit a little longer and get a bit hotter.

Dan was happier with the results this time, but felt that after a good night’s rest (in theory) he could come back and make an even better version the next day. Dan let Phil help him clean up this time, and by the time they were done, they were the only ones left in the kitchen. The camera man had been running low on battery again, and decided to wrap up filming a bit early, as they would have enough content for the video without him needing to film the two cleaning up.

Phil waited for Dan in the foyer while Dan put his coat on.

“We make a good team,” Phil smiled.

“We do,” Dan agreed sincerely.

“Maybe they’ll give us a show together some time,” Phil joked.

Dan turned to him as they walked down the hall.

“I would like that, Phil.”

#just want to say this is not me shipping brad and claire i just love the dynamic of them and think it makes a good au #phanfiction #my phanfic #savvy's fanfictions #savvy's fics #savvy's writing #holiday phanfic #holiday phan #dan and phil #amazingphil #danisnotonfire #phil lester #dan howell #phandom

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alienatedhooman · 5 years

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Starling

A/N: So this is like my first ever tumblr one shot post but I’m no writer I just did this for fun 😂 Anyways please take it easy on me and enjoy 💕

Tags: @chims-kookies

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“...and cut!” The director, Beverly Abbotts stated, a wide grin spread across her face. The cameraman who we called Michael for fun grabbed the clapboard nearby him and clicked it, signaling the other staff around us that the music production was finally finished.

“Whoo!” Annika, my manager and mother like figure clapped her hands as she cheered me on, making her way over to me. I got off the set and she handed me my (f/c) robe to cover up and gave me a bottle of water. “Stunning as always.” She complimented.

I opened the cap, taking big gulps and sighing in relief afterwards. “This water tastes delicious,” I stated wiping my mouth. “Hey Miss Melrose do you mind if I spend the rest of the day at Damian’s?”

Annika gave me a stern look. “What if you get spotted by the fans? What if something bad happens to you?”

I playfully rolled my eyes and chuckled, “I’ll be fine Miss Mel! I’m really good at sneaking out, even you know that.” I commented referring to the times where I’d go out late at night just to sightsee.

Annika still didn’t look convinced. I gave my best puppy eyes at her and it looks like I got a gamer win. “Fine, but come back as soon as you can. You’ve got some upcoming interviews in a little while.”

“Thank you!” I shouted in glee as I rushed into my changing room. As I opened the door, I grabbed my phone out from the table littered with different kinds of makeup. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Damian and then started typing.

Me: Hiya lovie!

Dami 💓: Hello, beloved. How was the filming?

Me: It went really well. Are you busy today?

Dami 💓: No I happen to be free. Is there anything you need?

Me: Coolio, and no, wanna hangout today though?

Dami 💓: Always habibi ❤️ Would you like Alfred to pick you up?

Me: Yeah that sounds great :) See you in a couple of minutes, I love you 💘

My cheeks started hearing up and I looked at myself in the mirror, looking like a blushing mess. I changed out of my revealing outfit, feeling glad I didn’t have to wear it anymore. I went over to my closet and wore a blue gingham tube top, pairing it with high waisted cuffed shorts. I grabbed my backpack filled with all my belongings and necessities, slipping on a pair of white white shoes the heading off.

As I peeped through the covered windows of the building, I noticed a swarm of actors, singers, staff and others alike rushing to get to their designated areas like bumblebees going from one flower to another. I opened the door, the Gotham sun immediately blazing my skin and just in time Alfred came rolling up in his limousine.

I smiled as I quickly opened the door, not wanting him to get out and do it for me, “Hey Alfie!” I greeted and waved at him from the back.

He looked at his mirror and gave me a warm smile, “Hello to you too, Miss (L/N). How are you doing?”

“Peachy,” I stated as I set my bag down and put on my seatbelt. “What about you?”

“I’m alright, thank you,” he replied as he started driving. “I must say, Master Damian is very pleased to see you.”

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“Damiaaaan.” I whined as I rolled over to my side, laying down on my belly as I kicked my legs up and down on his bed.

“This will only take a minute, beloved.” Damian responses as he typed away on his laptop, standardizing emails to send out to his employees discussing the events occurring for the next few weeks. Damian was in his early 20s but he sure knew how to run a business.

“But you promised.” I said with a pout, placing my palms on the sides of my jawline and letting the weight of my head on it.

He continued to type, the sounds of the keys clicking filling the silence in the quiet room. I frowned as I changed my position and sat up, crossing my legs and arms.

“I’ll ask Bart if I can hang out with him then.” I joked around, getting up and pretending to leave as I headed for the door.

Bart and I are pretty close friends, he’s saved me a bunch of times from paparazzi and mobs, speeding me away. Damian wasn’t too pleased at the idea of me running off with him, afraid of losing me.

In a swift manner Damian stood blocking the door, eyebrows knitted together as he looked defensive. In the back of my head I was laughing like a madman and I tried my hardest not to let out a laugh.

“Fine.” He stated in defeat, finally giving in.

“Yay!” I squealed like a little girl, bear hugging him. Damian hugged back, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on top of my head.

After what felt like hours we pulled away. Damian gave a quick peck on my lips, kneeling a bit to reach my height. “I’ll go grab my phone,” I said as I went to go fetch it from my bag laying on the ground.

Damian sighed but smiled afterwards. They didn’t spend a lot of time together due to their schedules but he savored times like these. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was truly a lovesick puppy.

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“Hey guys, it’s (Y/N) and today’s special guest is my lovely boyfriend!” I said as I started drumming on his desk, hyping up Damian while he sat down on his chair looking emotionless. “He doesn’t talk much.”

Damian gave you a soft glare, huffing a little bit, “Yes I do, that’s absurd.”

“Anyways,” I say as I grabbed the container filled with many papers cut into small rectangles, “we’re gonna be reading thirst tweets today as requested. Would you do the honor?”

“Tsk.” Damian uttered saying his alternative instead of tt. He pulled out a random paper and gave it to me.

“Okay, let’s read the first one,” you began to read the paper out loud. “(Y/N)’s body is a temple and I want to bust her walls down.”

My boyfriend’s eyes suddenly widened as his jaw dropped and I started cracking up. He’d definitely try to track these people down afterwards for sure. “This is harassment!” He declared beginning to throw a fit.

“Lovie it’s fine, it’s like not it’s gonna happen in real life.” I snarkily remarked and it felt like I could feel people’s hearts breaking after what I announced.

“Moving on,” I proceeded taking out a paper myself, “I’d run around a cactus field and set myself on fire if it means you could sit down on my face for 8 seconds.”

Damian and I looked at each other and slowly looked at the phone, blinking our eyes open and closed ever so often. “Thank you, next.” I phrased from one of my songs.

After a few more tweets getting weirder and nastier each second, we finally got down to our last down. “Final one, boys. Let’s read what it says.”

“I want (Y/N) to shove me against my locker so hard just like how she did it with Troye Sivan in her music video.”

I gasped at what the anonymous tweet said, “That’s actually so mean.”

Damian chuckled as he wrapped his arm around my back, “Should’ve thought about that when you were filming.”

“It wasn’t under my direction!” I stated defensively.

With his other hand, Damian squished my cheek as I tried to puff them up and look tough, “You’re cute when you look all hot and bothered.” He commented with a smirk and all of a sudden I started blushing again.

“W-well there you have it folks! See you next this. This is (Y/N) and Damian signing out.” I said in a hurry, ending the live as quick as I could.

“It’s been ages since we’ve properly hung out, do you have time to go out tonight?” Damian inquired as he held me closer.

“I have a couple of interviews but I’m not doing anything afterwards.” I spoke, testing my head on his chest hearing his heart beat.

“Meet me up by the rooftop? Our usual spot.” His emerald eyes looked into my (e/c) orbs, face leaning dangerously closer to mine.

“You can count on it.” I planted my lips onto his, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me onto the bed. It may be hard not seeing each other for months and having busy schedules but when we’re together there’s never a dull moment.

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An Introduction

I would like to say it was an easy decision to write down my experiences thus far in life but that would be a lie. I don’t really consider myself an interesting person. As a matter of fact, I consider myself rather boring. I like boring things like history and science. I studied statistics in university. I’ve led what I would consider an amazingly average life. That is, until late last year when I was diagnosed with Bipolar Affective Disorder, or as those in the states would call it, Bipolar I. Since then, so many things in my life have clicked into place. Things that had always seemed unusual now had a reason behind them, a cause. I had something I could point to and say, “that’s why”. Since being diagnosed I have found an entire community online of people both living with the disorder and coping with the fallout of it. I have also had my own share of trials and ordeals to deal with since my diagnosis, but that’s getting ahead of myself a bit. First, let me explain what it was that finally made me commit to writing this blog. I am currently waiting for the right opportunity to ask the girl I have been dating for the past 10 years to marry me. I have the ring. I know the when, I know the where. The how is still slightly eluding me but I think a small amount of improvisation on that front won’t hurt. This is what made me want to write this blog. I wanted to detail my feelings leading up to asking the question. I hope to portray the excitement and nerves leading up to the moment of truth so that afterwards I can get my (hopefully) fiancée to read back and see how much thought, work and planning went into this and how much I love her. But then I thought, “hey, why stop there”? I could keep the blog going afterwards, talk about ordinary, every-day things. Perhaps even give people an insight into how I live with my condition and how it affects those around me. I have always been a creative person and I enjoy writing, so maybe this could be a new hobby for me. I certainly hope so. So, this will be the first post in a hopefully ongoing series of blog posts. However, in the off chance that my girlfriend does happen to stumble upon this blog, I will be operating under strict anonymity for the time being. I won’t say my name, or the name of anyone that could be used to identify me in these blogs, at least until after I’ve popped the question, but everything else within will be true. I think an ideal first post then, would be for me to give a quick recap of my life so far, and give you the reader an introduction to my life and how my messed-up brain works. I hope you enjoy!

I was born in the UK in the early 90’s (trying to be vague) into a working-class family. My dad worked as an electrician in a dog-food factory and my mum volunteered as a cook in a nursing home. My parents were quite old when they had me, so there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my family. In fact, when I was born both of my older brothers were teenagers. My mum says that one of my brothers refused to talk to her or my dad for a year after they told him they were pregnant because he was so disgusted that they were still having sex “at their age”. Having an older family definitely has its advantages though. When I was young, all my siblings had jobs, so I got four times the amount of presents that most other kids got. I should point out that I also have a sister, who is the closest in age to me. Growing up, me and my sister got on like oil and water. I’m surprised my mum managed to survive through my early years – in the same year my sister turned sixteen I was going through my “terrible twos”. I have always been a mummy’s boy. Even now that I’m in my 20’s, I get on great with my mum and have a good relationship with her. I bring up my mum because she was my first ever contact with mental illnesses. My mum had panic attacks and generalised anxiety when I was younger. I have multiple memories of us being somewhere and my mum suddenly bursting into floods of tears, sometimes running away, and my dad having to track her down and console her. It was an incredibly scary experience as a child but, to my mum’s credit, she did a great job of explaining things as she calmed down. She would tell me it wasn’t anyone’s fault, that it was something that was medically wrong with her like being sick and that I shouldn’t blame myself for her attacks. Her explanations were pivotal in my understanding of mental illnesses and my dad’s behaviour during these attacks served as an example to me for the rest of my life on how to deal with a crisis situation.

Even far back in my childhood, symptoms of my bipolar were there. It was subtle, but there were things about me that made me different from other kids. I could be morose or have fits of worry every now and then. I would worry about dying, or someone in my family being hurt. I was very young when I realised that, because there was such a big age gap between me and the rest of my family, I was most likely going to have to watch my whole family die. I’d have to attend their funerals, possibly give speeches, and then I’d be left alone at the end. This terrified me as a child and even now it still serves as a strange sort of morbid obsession during my low days. For instance, I have the speech I will give at my father’s funeral memorised and have done for quite some time. My dad isn’t even ill and shows no signs of kicking the bucket anytime soon, but it plays in my head so often that I’ll be prepared for when that day comes. In fact, I’ll be prepared in more ways than one. Ever since I was a child, I have been experiencing a symptom of bipolar affective disorder that I didn’t even realise was unusual until I was diagnosed. I spent my entire life thinking everyone got this at certain points in their lives and it was only after a conversation with my girlfriend where she pointed out that this wasn’t normal that I went to a psychiatrist and got diagnosed. This symptom is called Disassociation. Disassociation can happen multiple ways, but it always affects me the same way. During moments of crisis, moments of importance or sometimes when I feel I am in a place of some significance, I feel as if I leave my body and allow another entity to control it. That sounds far more sinister than what it actually feels like so let me try and explain it as best I can. Most people experience going on autopilot, where their mind switches off and they continue to do some monotonous or repetitive task. My Disassociation feels a bit like that. The entity that takes over my body is my autopilot. He will do what I would want to do anyway. He doesn’t have his own needs or wants. He just does. I, on the other hand, leave my body. I picture it like that episode of Tom & Jerry where Tom accidentally kills himself with a falling piano while chasing Jerry. His soul leaves his body and rises up to cat heaven only to not be allowed in because he’s been so mean to Jerry. Well my “soul” (I don’t believe in a soul so the more fitting term here would probably be id) leaves me in the same way and floats, just above and behind me, and observes. I feel like I am acting like a documentarian in these moments. Like a wildlife cameraman observing the animal he has been tracking for years being eaten by a predator – I am totally detached. I’m there to watch, not to influence. Sometimes I think maybe I’m me in the future, remembering this event and not actually the present me at all. Does this make sense? It’s a very strange sensation and, from what I gather, kind of unique to me so I really struggle to explain it to other people. My girlfriend thinks she can sometimes tell when I’m disassociating though. She says I become wide-eyed and emotionless, talking in a monotone. This might be true, but she has only been able to correctly identify when I’m disassociating twice in the entire time I’ve known her so it might just be they were particularly noticeable incidents.

Of course, the other big symptom of Bipolar Affective Disorder is the mood cycles. When I was younger, my cycles were generally rather enjoyable but as I have gotten older, they have gotten less enjoyable and more something to be monitored and observed. Before I go any further into how my cycle affects me, I feel I should spend a bit of time explaining the cycle as a lot of people don’t really get the Bipolar cycle and there is a lot of misinformation in the media. To put it in the simplest terms, lets imagine a scale from 0 to 10. Now if you are a neurotypical, normal person, I want you to imagine the happiest you have ever been. Then I want you to imagine the saddest you’ve ever been. Now if I was to say to you that 0 is the worst and 10 is the best, where would you put those memories? Probably 0 and 10, right? Well, in terms of measuring bipolar moods, we tend to use the 0 to 10 scale as well but ours is a bit different. When you get down to 0, there should be extreme hopelessness. Either you haven’t moved for extended periods, haven’t eaten and most likely have self-harmed, tried to commit suicide or have at least given it serious thought. Now your 0 may hit a lot of those same notes. You may have considered killing yourself after the death of a close loved one or a life event that hit you particularly hard. Once again, I want you to think back to that worst moment in your life. Now what if I said you’d feel that way every few months. You feel like that, not because something has happened or because you lost something but because it’s September. It’s just that time again. Now let’s go to the other side of the spectrum. This one is a little trickier because it involves more than just emotion, it involves energy levels and sanity levels. This is an important thing to bear in mind with bipolar. If you’re a normal person, your 10 is the happiest you’ve ever been in your life. If you’re bipolar, you’re 10 is the furthest from reality you’ve ever been in your life. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes mania can feel great but sometimes it can feel like hell. A 10 on the bipolar scale can involve hallucinations, delusions of grandeur, an insane amount of energy that absolutely must be excised, a manic state and way of speaking and a lack of need to sleep. Seriously, while manic I can sleep for as little as 2 hours in a 48-hour period and feel absolutely fine. The only upside to a manic state is that it can sometimes feel really good and all that energy helps you get through a lot of work if you can keep focused. You also tend to get a burst of creativity while manic which can help with business projects, artistic creations or even writing the first post for a new blog!

I think I’ll leave it here for my first blog post, I’ve explained a little about myself and why I wanted to start this blog, but mostly rambled in my scatter-brained way about my bipolar disorder. I think I’ve put enough words down for today and I’ll pick up on this tomorrow. I promise I will get into more of the general diary keeping and talking about the proposal, but I feel it is important to get this bipolar stuff explained first so that you know what lens I look at the world through before I start telling you what I can see. And if you’re reading this, I love you Gorgeous!

-B

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