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librarygarten · 3 months ago

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Hi!!! It’s the speedrun anon that talked about Wild fighting Ganon with a pot lid and spoon :3

I am so happy you wrote a lil series on my idea!!! It really means a lot ❤️

I had another idea, because I’m crazy—in the Linked Universe comic, when Twilight gets hit by Dink and is basically dying, I was thinking about his wound and how they treated it…

Since it takes place in Medieval times, how clean was the actual wound before Hyrule started healing it?? A fun idea I had was: Ikesai!Reader using modern medicine to help treat Twilight (and the others as they traveled)

Pain meds, Neosporin, bandaids with fun patterns on them—maybe even a first aid kit if they knew they were going somewhere dangerous. Reader would treat small cuts and they’d heal quicker overtime without using magic. It saves a lot of time, energy, and money for the group; Hyrule doesn’t have to use his magic as much, potions aren’t wasted on smaller wounds, and none of they’re wounds are infected!!

I feel like the climax of reader using these methods would be Twilight’s injury; they ask Wars to go to the nearest bar and grab the strongest alcohol there, they ask Legend for a needle and some fishing line, and ask Hyrule to using magic to numb the pain of the wound.

Unwrapping Twilight’s bandages, with alcohol and needle in hand, Reader begins to sew up Twilight’s wound. It’s crude and disgusting, using only found objects and most likely mead to sterilize the needle and fishing line. Most would leave the room, but Hyrule would have to basically sit there and watch this random person sew up a wound like they were fixing a tear in fabric.

Once the wound is sewn up and cleaned, it looks a lot better than it did before. There is still the strange magic surrounding the cut but at least it’s closed up now. Reader’s hands are bloodly and smell like mead, but at least Twilight’s wound isn’t making him bleed out.

It healed quicker once Hyrule began to use healing magic on him again, the dark magic around the wound is in a more condensed area so it’s easier to dispel. The only problem…is that Reader has to take out the thread, and this time, Twilight’s awake.

—🌾 Anon (I’ve never named myself in anonymous I hope that’s okay :))

Yay! My first emoji anon :D Sorry this took so long! I got way too carried away learning about medieval medicine lol. I kind of skipped right to when Twi's injured because it was already 2k words long and an intro would have most likely doubled the word count askdfsl.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You chant it like a mantra. The entire way back to the village. The entire time it took to drag Twilight off Epona and up the stairs as Time arranges your lodging with the innkeeper.

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.” Twilight tells you for the fifth time. He still seems cross that he was benched from the fight, but his voice has much less bite behind it now.

You’re losing him.

“It is not ‘just a scratch,’ Link!” You scold. You can feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes. The use of his real name seems to bring him back a bit, but his eyes are still too unfocused for your liking.

Too much blood. He’s lost too much blood.

You remove one of your hands from his side, where you had been trying desperately to apply pressure to the wound. Your entire hand is soaked in blood.

“Press down here, okay.” You move Twilight’s hand to where yours had been, only taking your other hand off when you’re sure he’s properly applying pressure. “Don’t stop, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Before he can answer, you bolt out of the room and back down the stairs. You run headfirst into Time.

“Woah! Careful,” he says. He looks at your hands, covered in blood past the wrists, and winces. He holds up a pile of white cloth. “I got bandages from the innkeeper.”

“That’s not going to be enough.” You scrunch up your nose at the bandages. They looked clean, but you doubt they were properly sterilized. The one drawback to having fairies and potions magically heal everything is that these people had absolutely no idea how to treat a wound without them. “Go to the kitchen and get vinegar and honey. And see if the innkeeper has any silk thread. If not, try whatever craft store equivalent you guys have.”

Time can only watch as you take the bandages from his hands and rush back up the stairs. After a quick stop to wash your hands, you practically sprint back to the room.

Twilight is still conscious when you get back, thank Hylia, but he doesn’t turn his head to look at you when you come in.

“I’m back.” You tell him as you kneel next to the bed.

“Don’t sound so worried. It’s not like I’m going anywhere,” He smiles. “You were only gone for 30 seconds.”

“You were coughing up blood, Twi!” You peel his shirt away from the wound and quickly press some of the bandages Time had given you against the wound. It would have to do for now. “That means that the thing cracked your ribs and one of those ribs punctured your lungs.”

“I’m pretty sure the fairy took care of that.” He winces as you press even harder against the cut.

The blood won’t stop.

Before you can descend into hopelessness, the door bursts open. You jump at the noise, and turn to see Hyrule in the doorway, with Four close behind. They both look out of breath.

“So it’s true… it really is him.” Hyrule gasps. “I think I can help.”

“Fairy didn’t do anything.” You sigh, removing one of your hands to wipe the hair away from your face. The color drains from the two heroes' faces when they see the blood.

“I have a life spell.” Hyrule’s palms glow blue as he hovers them over Twilight’s body.

Nothing happens.

His brow furrows as he tries again. He thrusts his hands forward.

Nothing.

“No!” Hyrule cries. Twilight seems to have finally passed out from the blood loss.

“Crap,” you mutter. “Where the heck is Time with that thread and antiseptic.”

“Here.” The old man in question pushes past Four, who seems to be clinging to the doorway for support. He hands you a bottle of vinegar, a jar of honey, and a spool of silk thread with a needle stabbed into the side.

“Great, thanks.” You nod at him. “Rulie, keep that spell going if you can. The wound may not be healing but he had some internal injuries that I want to make sure won’t be an issue. The fairy stopped halfway through and I’m not about to do DIY surgery to remove shattered rib pieces from his lungs.”

Hyrule presses his lips together in a thin line and nods. His hands glow once more as he performs the life spell. You peel away the bandages you had been pressing against Twilight’s side.

“Sorry, buddy. This is going to sting,” you apologize, then pour the water from your canteen over the wound. The old blood washes away, only to be replaced rather quickly by more from the cut.

“What are you doing?” Time asks when you pick up the needle and thread.

“Stitches.” Is all you say as you hold the needle over the candle on the nightstand. Hopefully the heat will disinfect it somewhat.

“You're just going to… what, sew him back together like a torn shirt?” Four looks ready to puke as you begin sewing the wound. Time looks away, trying to ignore the faint sound of the needle sliding through bloody flesh. Hyrule can’t seem to look away, gaze locked on your hands.

“Magic isn’t working to close it,” you grimace. “This is how we close large wounds back home.”

“I know you said you didn’t have any magic where you lived, but this…” Hyrule swallows, hands still over Twilight as he casts the life spell.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Four covers his mouth with one hand as you continue your work. “I’ll go see Epona is comfortable or something.” He rushes down the stairs so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t trip down them.

“Eh. Probably for the better. Too many people in here probably isn’t a good idea right now, anyway,” you cut the thread, satisfied with your stitches. They looked almost professional, with nice, even spacing. But you would have time to be proud later. Time to make sure infection didn’t get in there.

“How long will he be out for?” Time makes a point to look only at your face as he asks the question. Maybe he should leave, too. Watching you couldn’t be good for his health.

“Hard to tell. He’s lost a lot of blood,” you explain as you pour the vinegar into the honey and mix it together. “Do fairies and life spells fix blood loss?”

“I have… no idea,” Hyrule lowers his hands. He looks exhausted. He must have expended every last bit of energy casting that life spell for this long. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a wound bleed this long.”

“Great,” you groan. Hopefully the magic could deal with the blood loss like it dealt with broken ribs and punctured lungs, because there was no way to tell anyone’s blood type here and you did NOT want to play roulette with a blood transfusion.

“What are you doing?” Time asks again. His voice is tense as you begin spreading the vinegar-honey mixture over Twilight’s wound. You have half a mind to kick him out of the room right there, but he’s technically the family of the patient. Still, if he was going to breathe down your neck the whole time you wouldn’t have much choice.

“It will keep out infections. The vinegar and honey are really good at keeping bacteria out,” you wipe your hands off on your pants, trying to get as much of the honey off your hands as possible before reaching for your canteen again. You wash your hands again, just to be safe, before reaching for the pile of remaining bandages.

“Bacteria? What’s that?” Hyrule asks.

“Very, very small organisms that can cause infections if they get into the wound,” you sigh. You don’t have the time to explain germ theory to them right now. You wrap the bandages around Twilight’s abdomen as tightly as possible. Vinegar-honey oozes from under the bandages, and even now, you can see the deep red of Twilight’s blood seeping through.

Crap. This was going to be a long night.

The next few days pass in a blur. Check the wound. Change the bandages. Try to measure Twilight’s heart rate with just your hand and a watch (his pulse seems okay. Hyrule’s spell must be dealing with the blood loss). Shoo people out of the room. Check the wound. Change the bandages. Try not to fall asleep.

When you’re not watching over Twilight, you’re taking care of an exhausted Hyrule. Using the spell so much for so long was taking a toll on him. He looked about as tired as you felt.

Still, Twilight was improving. Most of the color was back in his cheeks, and he kept waking up to say random depressing things before passing back out. Maybe that's why you finally let yourself drift off into sleep, sat on a stool and slumped over the side of the bed.

The feeling of someone rubbing your hair wakes you.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes snap open. Twilight is awake. He’s propped up against the headboard of the bed, his fingers threaded through your hair.

“Please tell me you slept while I was out,” he laughs, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. He’s worried about you.

Hey! That was your job!

“You scared me half to death!” You sit up and punch his shoulder. Now that he’s finally awake, you have an earful and a half to give him. “What on earth were you thinking, sprinting towards that thing!?”

“Ow,” he chuckles.

“Don’t worry. The old man and the captain already chewed him out,” Wild snickers from somewhere behind you. Looking around, you see the entire chain scattered about the room.

“Good,” you flop your head back onto the mattress. Your eyes still ache from so many sleepless nights. “How long was I out?”

“Nearly half a day,” Legend snickers.

“Crap,” you groan. Twilight’s bandages should have been changed hours ago. “Did anyone change the bandages? Please tell me you washed your hands before. Oh, and did you apply the antiseptic?”

“Easy there, doc,” Warriors places a hand on your shoulder. “The wound has pretty much closed thanks to you and Hyrule.”

“WHAT?” You bolt upright again. “It should have taken at least a week, maybe two!”

“Magic finally started working on it while you were out,” Hyrule explains. Great. Just great.

“Then I need to take the stitches out,” you press your knuckles into your eyelids, trying to dispel your pounding headache.

“Stitches?” Wind asks.

“They sewed him back together like a garment,” Four grimaces.

“But then shouldn’t the stitches stay in and keep him… together?” Sky peers around your shoulder as you unwrap the bandages. He gags when he sees the cut, which was now just a long red line across Twilight’s stomach and lower chest. Wind tries to elbow his way to see as well, but Sky stops him.

You get up to wash your hands, and when you come back, Twilight is poking at the stitches.

“Don’t touch it!” You swat his hand away. “I didn’t make my own antiseptic for you just so you could infect the cut after it’s mostly healed!”

“You really did just… sew me closed,” he sounds shocked.

“Yep. Now hold still,” you carefully cut each stitch, removing the thread, small beads of blood forming where the stitches used to be. He winces at the feeling. Time watches closely, knuckles white as he grips the footboard of the bed.

“Woah. All that was inside his skin?” Wind stares dumbfoundedly at the pile of knots you removed. You nod, and keep working.

“There,” you sigh as the last bit of thread is removed. “Just keep the area clean and you should be good.”

“Do you do this every time people get hurt in your world?” Legend raises an eyebrow.

“No. Stitches are just for bigger cuts,” you explain.

There’s a moment of silence before Wind speaks up.

“Can I get stitches?” He asks excitedly. A chorus of nine voices responds.

“No!”

Notes:

Vinegar has antiseptic properties, while alcoholic drinks do not due to their low alcohol percentage. Honey, an ingredient found in mead, has some antiseptic properties, meaning mead also could be used to disinfect a wound, but a combination of honey and vinegar seems to be more effective.

Today, most stitches are made of synthetic fibers. Fishing line is also made of synthetic fibers, like nylon. However, in the medieval period, fishing line was most likely made of nettle-hemp. Today, fishing line would be a great material for stitches. However, I think silk, which is still occasionally used today, might be a better option (silk was also used to make fishing line, but it seems only after the industrial revolution got started).

Also, stitches don’t hurt coming out. I had stitches in my foot (a pretty sensitive area) as a kid. I also have an incredibly low pain tolerance and an intense fear of needles. You can kind of feel them pull, and if you’re squeamish you might freak yourself out, but it definitely doesn’t hurt. Although, I once heard of a doctor that didn’t undo the knots, thus pulling the entire thread of knots through the skin, which would absolutely hurt like hell, but that was because of his incompetence lol.

I made it so reader doesn't see the magic around the cut, as I think isekai and modern readers would have a harder time noticing it. We don't have magic, so we would probably not recognize it if we saw or felt it. It is still very much there.

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lovrsm · 8 months ago

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“ꜱʟᴜᴛ!”

sum: Ferraris golden boy moves over to RedBull Racing Team.

Daughter of the CEO of Red Bull, you’ve grown to love racing, and in the way making new friends. Even if you felt like your world was falling apart, even when you denied it, he was the only one you needed. And there was absolutely nothing that could change his mind about your beautiful self, the way he loves you.

word count:idk, prb 2k

pairing: rb!charles leclerc x horner!reader

warnings: name calling, alcohol, smut f! receiving, first time writing real horny shit!

a/n: sorry for the long intro, I swear it’s worth it😔✋ LOOOL, I WROTE THIS LIKE A YEAR AGOO, and I rlly wanted to clear up my drafts but this is too good to not come out. Yet idk if I have any mistakes, if I do let me know!! Also, checo acting as a dad (#IloveCheco)

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ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

“and I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”

Clink, clink, that’s what our champagne glasses sounded like together.

“Congratulations, what a wonderful year. It’s been a pleasure being with all of you.” Sergio, Checo Perez, made a brief goodbye to your team.

He was leaving Red Bull. Everyone here loved him, and loves him, including yourself. He became quickly your family after seeing him every day for more than 3 years.

“We will miss you” your dad palms his back, making Checo break a smile.

“It isn’t the end yet, you know that boss.” He laughed.

His reasons? Family, everything for him, he couldn’t bare leaving them anymore alone, so he decided after, several years, to leave formula 1. After helping Max to win his championships, he is a fucking legend.

“Well, I won’t leave you alone, I will still drag you everywhere, you know? Even after you leave.” Max and Checo have developed a very special bond, even if social media said otherwise.

“We, wont leave you alone, you still owe me those therapy sessions” I winked at him, he became a very big emotional support for me, believe it or not, he’s got some great advice to give.

“Lovely dinner” I took a picture of all of us with my camera, a goodbye dinner for Checo, and tomorrow, all of the world would see this on the newspaper.

“I really don’t know what to do, do you know how many drivers have reached us out in the last 2 hours? I mean, I have a few options but they keep giving me more reasons and… I just don’t know.” My dad was stressed, typing in his computer as if his life depended on it.

“It’s going to be alright, okey? You don’t necessarily need to worry about it right now, we still have a championship to win, you know?” I gave him a cup of tea, just so he could relax a bit.

When something is about work, everything else doesn’t matter. At all.

“We’ll watch your options, alright? I can help you with anything you want” I smiled at him.

“When did you became such a great business woman?”

“You’re my father, of course I’m hardworking.”

“Red Bull did it again, Max Verstappen and Sergio Perez, world champion and sub-champion!”

Screams from Max and Checo blasted my ears, P1 and P2, again. Absolutely no mistakes. The internet going crazy. And somehow it all became quiet.

“Who will get that Red Bull seat next year? Will he be a fit to Sergio Perez place?”

Everyone went outside to celebrate, while I stayed so I could hear the TV and media.

what do people want?

“Ferrari didn’t have a great year, let’s hope they both get a better car”

“I agree! Great drivers, such a shame Ferrari has been getting worse every year. What a waste of talent.” The other interviewer said.

Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz appeared in the screen. Both with an obvious forced smile plastered in their faces.

Charles, my secret crush ever since… forever. Was I obvious? Not a single soul knew, well, except him.

Charles Leclerc signed in RedBull that was the only thing appearing on my feed right now . Red bull? Bullshit, you mean? What kind of a big lie is that?

Internet was filled with Charles leaving Ferrari for RedBull.

In what twisted universe does that even happen?

I later learned, I am living in that twisted world, and I discovered the great news in social media, and not my own team.

“What do you mean Charles Leclerc, dad? Why wasn’t I even informed about this. Wait, hold on, when did it even crossed your mind?!” I was dignified.

Following around the kitchen.

“I didn’t have to, oh, I do think I need to tell you this, he’s coming to dinner tonight so wear something nice.”

Wear something nice.

Thanks dad, as always, you’re so, so great.

Night time came sooner than expected, if my dad hosts a dinner, even if there’s a million, or just one person coming over, he likes to be extra.

Almost time, 8:00 and it is 7:50, all that was missing was the dress. It was placed on my bed. Showing all of it’s beauty.

Navy blue, our color. It was my dream dress.

Light, silky and fancy dress.

I walked downstairs, watching people running and arranging everything, doing just the final touches.

I’ve come to learn, that people arrive late, or just in time. Never earlier.

“Ah, what a beautiful young woman I have here!” Geri, my father’s wife came to greet me.

“You look amazing, I knew that dress would be perfect for you!”

“Geri, you are amazing, seriously. Thank you, and look at you! We both look gorgeous.” I smiled at her and we linked arms, she and I were walking towards the garden, where would be the dinner.

Some big, round, wooden tables were set in the middle. Each seat would have a name, decorated with a white flower in the middle of the plate.

It was easy to find my place. I was at the biggest one of all, where the most important people of this night would be seated.

Lucky for me, his name was right next to my plate.

In a matter of seconds, people started to arrive, old friends, and new faces passed through those doors.

This will be a great night.

“Funny to find you here, it’s been some time since I last saw you…” I rolled my eyes, I (sadly) recognized that voice anywhere.

“Go away Mike.” I grabbed my wine glass and took a big sip out of it. “C’mon princess, where are your manners?” He got too close to me.

“Hey y/n! Your dad was looking for you, like right now.” Max Verstappen here to save my day.

“Oooh that’s unfortunate, I’m so so so sorry Mike, hope to see you later!” I waved him off and quickly moved towards Max who then friendly linked his arm with mine.

“I owe you one.” I sighed. “You owe me much more than 1, little one.” I laughed at him.

We got close to my father, who now had a microphone at his hand.

“Hello everyone, thank you for coming here and be with us tonight. A toast for Checo here!” He announced and a light was shining on Checo, standing from his seat.

“It has been a wonderful year, sadly it has to end. And I know I’m not the first to tell you that an incredible young talent will be joining us for next season.”

There he was. Navy suit with our logo on him. His hair was messy yet perfectly placed. He showed his dimples and I’m sure I heard someone behind me moan at his sight.

My heart rate was increasing slowly but surely.

“y/n, you’re going to squeeze all my blood from my arm. Stop.” Max whispered in my ear.

Shit. I basically dug my nails into his arm due to my tiny crush.

“Yeah, It’s amazing to know that I’m to race with RedBull next year. I hope we can achieve everything we’ve dreamed of. Looking forward to race with my lifetime partner, Max here.”

Now the light was on Max and me. I discreetly let go of max so that he could have the spotlight. As Max waved I looked back at Charles.

The dimples in his face showed even more, he was looking at me too.

“I can’t wait to work with these wonderful people, and I hope we have a great year to remember, thank you and enjoy this night!” He raised his glass and so did all.

“Well, I hope we don’t have any inchidents” Max laughed at his own joke. Dad joke I must say.

“Well If you don’t push me off the track I think we’ll be just fine” his voice gave me chills. I felt his chest on my back.

I wasn’t strong enough to turn around.

“Oh, shoot, you hear that? I think P is calling me!”

“No, Max-” I tried to stop him.

Around Charles, I barely have control over myself.

“Uh-huh, yeah that’s P, she wants to go to the bathroom, and she needs food, ok have a great night bye!” He rushed to god knows where.

“You really don’t want to be with me, do you?” He whispered on my ear. Feeling the heat of his breath.

“Why wouldn’t I? You are such a lovely company, mr Leclerc.” I gathered the strength and turned around, and his beautiful green eyes shined at me, making me blush.

“Look at you, could you get any more beautiful?”

He lowered so he could whisper again. “I’ve missed you” I looked around real quick, thankfully Max took everyone’s attention on the other side of the place.

“Not here, Charles.” I whimpered.

“Yes here, I can finally be with you, do you think I would waste any more time pretending to not love you? If you do, let me tell you, you are completely wrong.”

He kept whispering, his hands slowly finding his way to my hips. And mine to his collarbone.

“It’s not even 9pm, Leclerc, this party hasn’t even started” I fighted against my own will to drag him upstairs.

“You know I’ll wait, just for you.” He winked at me, before slowly letting me go and walking away.

“You’re not coming, mon coeur?” Charles turned around to look at me. “If you insist.” I happily walked by his side.

We walked and talked for a few minutes before Mike magically appeared before us.

“Oh not even 5 seconds and you are already like a slut with the new driver” He looked at me with a disgusted face.

“Excuse her? Don’t tall to her like that. Do we even know you?” Charles used a very cold tone on him. And Mike started to stumble on his word.

“Uhm, no, she does, like I was something to her-”

“Was, that’s a key word, pal. Don’t you ever talk to her, no, don’t you ever talk to any woman that way do you understand?”

Now, I can defend myself just fine, but that right there soaked my pants in an unexplainable way.

“Get out of our sight, man.” And he crawled away.

“That was hot.” I whispered and he blushed. “Your mother did raise a gentleman.” I smiled at him and he gave me a cheek kiss.

Lost on the moonlit pool, drinking my… 11th (?) glass of wine at 1 in the morning while everyone was still dancing, was weird.

My feet swinging as I drink the last drop of my glass.

I went on a side quest myself just to get distracted for a bit. All the noise was going to hurt my ears if I stayed any longer.

“Here you are, you got lost?” He sat down at my side. Didn’t have to look, his thick accent gave him away immediately.

I took a long breath and rested my head on his shoulder . “Yes, Charles, I’m going to get lost in my own house.” I felt him move beside me. He then had his feet in the pool, just as I did.

I smiled to myself.

“Has anyone told you just how beautiful you look today?”

“You have, more than once.”

“I couldn’t let that slip, you do look beautiful with that dress. It suits you just perfectly.”

He paused.

“But I bet you’d look much better without it.”

I nervously chuckled at his comment.

“You haven’t talked to me in ages, you came back being a driver for my father, and now you want to have sex? Why don’t you already make me your wife?!” I dramatically fell into his arms

“Ages? I talked to you last week!” He showed his teeth to me in a smile. “That was a long time ago! Besides, you never told me about you and RedBull.” I sit straight up again.

“I needed your dad to love me one way or another. How else am I going to get him to approve of our marriage?” He joked.

“You are unbelievable Leclerc.” I stood up, and grabbed my high-heels on my hand, walking back to the party barefoot.

I surrounded part of the pool, my dad wanted to add a bar right beside it, and it was freshly cemented.

He quickly copied my moves, but instead, he went on a straight line to me, and in a step he covered his feet in cement, falling down and thankfully placing his hands before getting worse.

“Shit!” I ran back to help him. I stupidly placed my hand in the cement, the other helping Charles to get up.

“Look, we made a masterpiece! Your handprints and mine in wet cement.”

“And your feet.” I laughed

“And my feet… I really need to wash this off before it gets dry.” I grabbed his hand and he followed my lead.

If my dad sees that I’m getting his new driver to my room…

We rushed through the multitude of people on the garden.

“Ooh we’re going to your bedroom, can’t remember what happened last time there…” he whispered shouted as we were running up the stairs.

I jokingly rolled my eyes at him. We were giggling like children. He kept making dirty jokes and as much as I tried to control myself I’d end up giggling much more.

We got there quicker than I thought. With my clean hand I closed the door and he was already in my bathroom washing his hands, and feet with water. I ran to his side and did the same with my left hand.

“I’m done” I announced and got out of the bathroom. Deciding to do a touch up for my makeup, thankfully nothing was much out of place, but my lipstick faded.

I slowly applied it looking in the mirror, and through it I saw a curious Charles looking at me. “Why do you even apply lipstick?” He slowly walked towards me.

I took my sweet time spreading the color on my lips.

“Cause we are going back, party is not over.”

“But we don’t need to.” He grabbed me by the waist and turned me around to look at him and he swiftly placed me on the desk. A smirk plastered on his face, as he slowly got on his knees.

“Charles…”

He got to his knees, not breaking eye contact with me.

“You know that if you say no, I won’t do anything. But I’m not hearing those words, am I?” He lifted my dress planted wet kisses on my inner thighs, getting closer to my sweet spot. “You’re so fucking wet”.

“They will know we’re gone” I nervously whispered. He looked into my eyes and stopped, his hot breath making me squirm. “That isn’t a no.” He stood his ground.

And I’m not saying “do it anyway”, but we both know he is going to.

I didn’t even have a chance to think about the cons, his tongue was already doing its job.My legs were closing due to the pleasure, but his strong arms kept them wide open while he drew circles with his thumbs.

“Charles…” he hummed in response, sending me shivers all the way up. He kept licking my folds and as I looked down, he had his shiny green eyes looking at me. A hint of darkness in them that made me moan just at sight.

His head between my legs was surely what heaven looked like.

I curved my back and my hand gripping his hair so he could get closer. He groaned and sucked even harder.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy, I missed this.” His hand moved quickly into me, curling his two fingers finding my g spot. “Fuck, Charles!” I screamed his name while cumming all over him, his tongue taking all off of me, as he rose without slowly moving his fingers again. My hips rocking back and forth as he arose, keeping his hand busy. “Too bad that pretty mouth of yours can’t do much right now. I really would love to feel it sucking my dick.” I hummed imagining it and getting even closer to my second climax.

“I'll take care of you, just so my princess can remember who she belongs with.” His lips were on my neck, whispering sweet nothing between kisses and soft biting. My moans filled the whole room along with the sound of his fingers working on her center.

Charles, Charles, Charles…

Each time his name left your mouth his cock got even harder, to the point where it hurt. In a short motion his pants down and without any warning he thrusted into you. You both let out a pornographic scream. If the music wasn’t loud everyone would have heard you two. The sound of your slaps were evident, heat rising, the feeling of his beard in your neck was all too much. Curses along with moans were the only thing louder. He did a final thrust and immediately pulled out, jerking off and finishing in his hand.

“You just washed your hands.” I joked breathlessly, he messed up with my head real bad. “Couldn’t resist” he smiled, gave me a peck and disappeared into the bathroom. I melted on that spot.

“Come on mon coeur.” What I loved about Charles was that he always cared. we got into the bathroom and I washed my hands, in the reflection of the mirror his eyes were already in mine.

“What?” I asked as the blood rushed into my cheeks. “Nothing.” He gently smiled, and his eyes shined to me in a different shade of green.

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oliverreedmasterass · 1 year ago

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Synopsis: The members of Greta Van Fleet agree to do an interview with the Human Napkin himself, Nardwuar, and find themselves ridiculously unprepared for his interview style.

Words: 2k

Warnings: language, some sexual innuendos (kinda?), mentions of stalking, the void™️

Notes: Shoutout to @skywaydrifter for the amazing fic idea, and sending me down a wild Nardwuar binge-fest

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Nardwuar theme plays with the animated intro video. The shot opens to show NARDWUAR standing in front of an impressive display of vinyl records, next to JOSH KISZKA.

NARDWUAR: How are you?

Nardwuar shoves his microphone into Josh’s face. Josh flinches back a bit, but then leans into the microphone.

JOSH: Absolutely groovy.

NARDWUAR: Tell me who you are.

JOSH: That’s a bit of a loaded question. I’m a dreamer, a mere mortal, a man with a dream…

NARDWUAR: Your name.

JOSH: Oh. Josh Kiszka. Frontman for the group, Greta Van Fleet.

Josh curtsies to the camera.

NARDWUAR: Welcome to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. And right off the bat, I have a gift for ya.

JOSH puts a hand over his heart and looks at the camera in shock.

JOSH: Now I feel bad, I didn’t bring you anything.

NARDWUAR (continued): I’ve got this 1966 album, All About Miriam.

JOSH: (taking the album and cradling it in his arms) Oh my goodness.

NARDWUAR: I heard that you’re a fan.

JOSH: Miriam Makeba? Oh yeah, she’s one of my favorites. My parents had a few of her albums that they would play all the time when I was younger. She’s got such a rich voice, I can only dream of sounding like that.

NARDWUAR: But you do have a pretty distinct voice that I’m sure a lot of people are jealous of. How did you find that sound?

JOSH: I started screaming and then I guess I kind of found my way, eventually. (chuckles) No, but actually, my vocal coach, Ron, I call him “The Master” because he genuinely saved my vocal cords. I wouldn’t be where I am today without him.

NARDWUAR: How do you do it? Is it special vocal warmups? Some kind of mystery technique?

JOSH: Well, you see, if I told you, I’d have to kill you.

NARDWUAR: I’ve got another gift for you here, Josh.

JOSH: Oh god, now I feel super bad.

NARDWUAR: Costumes are a big part of your stage presence. Here, I’ve got a piece that might look familiar to you.

Nardwuar holds out Josh’s infamous golden pants, and Josh reluctantly takes them.

JOSH: Oh boy, I forgot how shiny and see through these were.

NARDWUAR: You wore these in the sweltering sun on the iHeart Radio festival stage in Las Vegas, Nevada on Saturday, September 22, 2018, didn’t you?

JOSH: I’m not sure if these are the exact pair…

NARDWUAR: They are.

JOSH: Huh? Did you dig them out of the dumpster or something?

NARDWUAR: Now, Josh, can you tell me about Sean Reyes?

Josh looks at Nardwuar with intense skepticism.

JAKE: (offscreen) What the fuck?

JOSH: Now how do you know about Sean Reyes?

NARDWUAR: It’s Josh Kiszka trivia!

Josh squints at Nardwuar, uncertain.

JOSH: Sean Reyes was my third grade teacher.

NARDWUAR: And he was the one who encouraged you to write poetry, right?

JOSH: Yes…..

NARDWUAR: Like haikus?

JOSH: Mr. Reyes would play a lot of folk stuff for us, like John Denver, Joni Mitchell, all the classics, and he could tell I really dug it. He pulled me aside after class, showed me some of his favorite lyrics, and explained how it was a form of poetry. I took that to heart and spent a lot of time outside of class writing poems after that.

NARDWUAR: Were they any good?

JOSH: Well, some lines ended up in our songs, so you tell me.

NARDWUAR: Well, I heard your twin brother behind the camera just now. Let’s bring him out here. Come here, Jake!

JAKE joins Josh’s side in front of the camera, looking nervous. He’s wringing his hands, avoiding eye contact with Nardwuar.

NARDWUAR: Hello, Jake.

JAKE: (short) Hi.

NARDWUAR: I have a gift for you.

JAKE: Uh, okay.

NARDWUAR: It’s a poster from H.O.R.D.E. Festival at Deer Creek Music Center in Noblesville, Indiana featuring big names like Blues Traveler, The Black Crowes, and Taj Mahal from 1995. Something important happened at this festival, right?

Jake pales.

JAKE: Uh. Uh.

Josh is staring pretty hard at Nardwuar.

JAKE: (to Josh) There’s no way he knows about that. How could he know about that?

Nardwuar sneaks the microphone closer into Jake’s mouth.

NARDWUAR: Well?

JAKE: Okay, uh, they might kill me for admitting this on camera, but my parents are pretty sure that’s where Josh and I were conceived.

NARDWUAR: Do you like Taj Mahal?

Jake struggles to rebound from that 180.

JAKE: Um (beat) yeah. I’d list him as a big influence.

NARDWUAR: And another gift for Jake Kiszka!

JAKE: (whispering to Josh) This guy freaks me out.

NARDWUAR: Here you go!

Nardwuar tosses Jake a ziploc bag containing something brown. Jake’s reflexes get the better of him and he grabs the bag out of the air, and then blankly studies what’s in his hands.

JAKE: What the actual fuck.

NARDWUAR: Tell me what you’re holding there!

JAKE: Hair. It’s my hair.

JOSH: What??

JAKE: I’m not even joking. This is what they chopped off, like, last year before our second leg of the Dreams in Gold Tour.

JOSH: (growing defensive of his brother) Where did you get that from?

NARDWUAR: What was the reason for the big chop?

JAKE: I could have sworn my hairdresser said she was going to donate that.

NARDWUAR: Oh, she did.

JAKE: I’m sorry, what?

SAM bounds into the scene in front of the camera, looking energetic.

SAM: This is fun! Do me now!

NARDWUAR: Sam Kiszka! Alright, Jake. Thanks and doot doola doot doo…

JAKE: Huh?

NARDWUAR: (finishing for Jake) Doo doo! (turns to Sam) I have a question for you.

Sam is hopping from foot to foot and clapping his hands with glee while Jake confusedly wanders off camera.

SAM: Fire away!

NARDWUAR: Your aunt works at State Farm in Chicago.

DANNY: (offscreen) That’s not a question.

JOSH: How could you possibly know that?

NARDWUAR: Have you ever had to file a claim with her?

SAM: Well, actually one time…

JOSH: Ssh! Don’t tell him anything.

NARDWUAR: (entirely unbothered) I have a gift you might like, Sam!

SAM: Oh my god! You guys aren’t gonna believe this. It’s my birth certificate!

JOSH: What kind of interviewer are you??

NARDWUAR: I’m just a fan, guys, just a fan. I love your music!

Sam’s phone rings.

SAM: Whoops, sorry. I know this is unprofessional but, one sec. I gotta take this.

Instead of going off camera to answer the phone in private like a normal person, Sam answers the phone and puts it on speaker.

SAM (continued): Y’ello?

KAREN: (obviously shaken) Sam?

SAM: Hey Mom, what’s up?

KAREN: Are you boys alright?

Josh grabs the phone from Sam.

JOSH: Mom? What’s going on?

KAREN: Someone broke into our house while your dad and I were on our trip. We’re worried it might have been a stalker since they took a lot of your possessions and some important documents.

JOSH: Oh my god, are you okay?

KAREN: Fine, just a bit shaken up. But, I’m so sorry, they stole Sammy’s birth certificate.

Sam calls into the phone over Josh’s shoulder.

SAM: Don’t worry about it, Mom! I just got it gifted back to me!

Josh hands Sam his phone and rushes away.

JOSH: (screaming offscreen) RICHARD! WE NEED BACKUP!

KAREN: I’m gonna have to call my sister to file a claim. They broke a crazy amount of our windows. Like, way more than they needed to. What a headache.

DANNY: (to Nardwuar) You have a lot of explaining to do.

NARDWUAR: I’ve got a gift for you, Daniel!

Nardwuar pulls out a pack of old Beatles cards.

DANNY: I don’t want it.

NARDWUAR: It’s a pack of 1964 Beatles collector’s cards, in mint condition!

DANNY: Wait, I do want it.

Danny takes the cards from Nardwuar and looks at them with delight.

NARDWUAR: You’re a big fan of the Beatles, right?

DANNY: Oh yeah, I always have been.

JAKE: You’re not seriously continuing this interview.

DANNY: (while opening and flipping through the pack of cards) I mean, this is a pretty cool gift.

JAKE: (evidently at his wit’s end) This guy 100% broke into my family’s house, and he for sure did the same to your parents.

NARDWUAR: Would you say there was a specific Beatles album that most inspired you?

DANNY: Definitely Rubber Soul. I loved hearing them try folk.

Jake throws up his hands in exasperation.

DANNY: Norwegian Wood genuinely changed my life.

NARDWUAR: In what way?

JAKE: Nope, we’re not doing this anymore.

Jake thrusts his finger up into Nardwuar’s face.

JAKE (continued): What else did you take from us, you son of a bitch?

NARDWUAR: Does it count as “taking” if I give it back to you?

JAKE: Yes!

NARDWUAR: I’d beg to differ.

DANNY: (looking through his cards) Woah! I’ve never seen this photo of Ringo Starr before!

Josh comes rushing back to the scene with their bodyguard and pal, RICHARD.

RICHARD: (scanning around on full alert) Where is he?

JOSH: (shrill, pointing at Nardwuar) There!

Nardwuar simply grins at Richard.

NARDWUAR: Can you tell me about Grubbyknot?

Richard is obviously thrown off, and he lets down his guard.

RICHARD: Huh? Grubbyknot? That was my metal band in high school. But we only played like two shows. One was in my parent’s garage.

JOSH: Don’t let him get into your head, Richard! You’re our big guns, we can’t lose you!

SAM: Do you have another gift for me, Nardwuar?

Nardwuar stares at Sam, entirely expressionless.

NARDWUAR: No, I don’t. Doot doola doot doo…

SAM: Doo-doo?

Upon Sam’s words, he vanishes into thin air. Jake is so terrified, he falls to the ground and cowers on the floor.

JAKE: Jesus Christ!

NARDWUAR: I usually like to speak with only 1-2 people at a time on camera. It’s getting a little bit too crowded for me right now.

Nardwuar looks at Danny, whose attention is finally away from his cards, and is gawking at the empty space where Sam was just standing.

NARDWUAR: (continued, making eye contact with Danny) Doot doola doot doo…

Danny stares back at Nardwuar in horror, his mouth sealed shut. Nardwuar sings the little tune again, holding his microphone up to Danny to finish it.

JAKE: (cutting in) Doo doo! (beat) Fuck!

Jake disappears.

JOSH: (explaining to Richard and Danny) He has this condition where he can’t handle hearing an unfinished tune. Poor guy has a curse.

NARDWUAR: Just one more to go.

Nardwuar focuses his attention back to Danny.

DANNY: Where did you send them?

NARDWUAR: To another place.

DANNY: Super helpful, thanks.

NARDWUAR: Don’t mention it.

DANNY: Are they still alive?

NARDWUAR: I can’t see why not. I’m a fan! I wouldn’t hurt you guys.

Danny sighs.

DANNY: Okay. Send me away so I can do some damage control.

RICHARD: No!

NARDWUAR: Doot doola doot doo…

DANNY: (unenthused, clapping his hands on the beat) Doo doo.

Danny is gone.

RICHARD: My boss is gonna kill me.

JOSH: I’m pretty sure I’m your boss.

Richard widens his eyes and holds his hands up in a defensive position, backing slowly away from Josh.

JOSH (continued): Oh, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you, Richard.

RICHARD: You did dump an entire bag of flour over my head that one time. And kicked that giant chocolate bar in my hands. And swung a folding chair at me backstage.

JOSH: All tiny, insignificant hiccups.

NARDWUAR: Josh, you’re gonna love this next thing that I’ve got for you.

JOSH: Please, no.

Nardwuar hands Josh a Scooby Doo plushie.

NARDWUAR: Tell me what that is.

Josh studies the stuffed animal, trying to discern how it has any relevance to him.

JOSH: Scooby Doo?

NARDUWAR: What was that second word?

JOSH: Doo?

NARDWUAR: Wait. Say it again? (under his breath) Doot doola doot doo…

JOSH: Doo?

Nardwuar taps on his ear, signaling that he didn’t hear Josh. Josh huffs and rolls his eyes.

JOSH (continued, enunciating maybe a little bit too much): Doo!

Josh disappears.

NARDWUAR: Well, this has been fun. Keep on rockin’ in the free world and doot doola doot doo…

It’s silent around him since there’s no one there to finish his jingle. Nardwuar continues to grin wider and wider until he’s nearing uncomfortably close to uncanny valley.

The scene shifts to a confusing plane seemingly everywhere and nowhere at once. A pattern reminiscent of Nardwuar’s red and green plaid Tammy cap stretches from the floor to the sky. Josh and Richard appear in the mysterious space, Josh screaming with terror.

JAKE: Hey.

DANNY: Nice of you to join us.

It takes a while for Josh to collect himself but, when he does, he notices Jake and Danny standing in front of him.

JOSH: Where’s Sammy?

DANNY: He went to take a piss.

RICHARD: Hey, wait, I didn’t say the doo doo thing. Why am I here?

Josh shrugs.

JOSH: We must be a package deal or something.

RICHARD: That’s wildly unfair.

SAM: (off in the distance) Woah, I had a lot more in my bladder than I thought. I wouldn’t come over here if I were you, guys. I can cross “building a manmade lake” off my bucket list.

JAKE: God, I need to get out of here.

DANNY: And how are we gonna do that, Jake?

Jake has no clue. He’s frankly dumbfounded.

The scene jumps back to Nardwuar, still in front of the records. He seems unaware that the camera is still rolling.

NARDWUAR: (to someone offscreen) Yeah, yeah. They should be gone for good. Yup. The plaid void, where I sent Dave Rowntree. We should be good to steal their identities now. God knows we’ve done enough research.

Back in the plaid void.

DANNY: Holy shit, is that Dave Rowntree?

RICHARD: The guy from Blur?

DAVE ROWNTREE: CURSE YE FOUL BEAST, NARDWUAR!

Fin.

Note: The names/facts listed in the interview within this fic are all entirely fictitious. I'm not about to start leaking private and personal information about the guys.

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fanfic #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #richard #nardwuar #the human serviette

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edupunkn00b · 1 year ago

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Mise Out of Place

Edited photo. Original by Icons8 Team via Unsplash.

mise en place (ˌmē-ˌzäⁿ-ˈpläs) noun Borrowed from French. A culinary process in which ingredients are prepared and organized (as in a restaurant kitchen) before cooking Also : the set of ingredients prepared using this process

Written for @starlocked01 for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. I hope you enjoy this mix of crack and fluff with some elements unexpectedly made canon by last week's video.

Many thanks to the developmental beta reader, "Some Guy," who provided invaluable assistance and cheerleading with this story. Fluff is hard, y'all.

WC: 2k (okay, almost 2K) - Rated: T for a bit of swearing - CW: fluff, crack, and a hint of Remus-y imagery - [ AO3 ] -

“And… we’re live!”

“Thanks, Freddie,” Roman muttered, just out of earshot of the lavaliere mics pinned to Patton's and Remus' aprons.

“Maybe after his glow up,” Janus murmured, equally quietly.

Patton grinned at the camera, the edge of Janus’ hat fuzzy and barely visible past the glare of the ring light. “Hey there, Kiddos—”

“I’m Remus!” Said Side jumped into the frame, one long arm draped over Patton’s shoulders. Instead of looking at the camera, he stared expectantly at Patton, his grin far, far too wide.

Patton nodded, his own smile still plastered on. “And I’m your Happy Pappy Patton!”

Remus leaned closer and they said in unison, “And welcome to Messers en Place!”

Janus’ hat bobbed on the other side of the camera and Patton’s smile brightened. They’d practiced and practiced—and practiced—their video intro, each time failing to be in sync. Even Patton had begun to fear they’d have to rewrite it. But this time, when it mattered, really mattered, they did it!

“And what are we making today, Pattycake?” Remus prompted him when he failed to say his next line.

“Oh, right! To-daay…” He drew out his words as he looked around the ingredients oh-so-carefully spread out over the countertop. Mise en place, Roman had called it. Logan had tried to hide his surprise behind a little fumble with his glasses, but Patton hadn’t missed the way Logan’s eyes had widened.

“Ahem, well, yes, Roman is correct,” he'd finally managed. Remus bounced on his toes next to Patton, picking up each tiny bowl and sniffing at its contents.

“Careful there, Ro Bro,” he'd cackled. “Nerdy Wolverine’s gonna bust a nut with you knowing things.”

“I am not—”

“Hey, Pattycake, what’s this one?” Winking, Remus pulled him back into the present moment and shoved a bowl of brown spices into his hands.

“Oh, um…” Patton sniffed carefully. “It’s cumin, Remus.”

“Well, if you insist…” he began, reaching for his belt.

“Remus!” Roman cried, bonking his brother's head with the boom mic.

“Muse, not now, boy,” Janus murmured from the other side of the room.

Virgil groaned from his perch at the top of the refrigerator, silently tapping the sides of the fire extinguisher in his lap. “Are we sure having these two do a cooking show was a good idea for the stream?”

“Of course it is!” Remus and Roman said together.

And it really was a good idea. The twins had blurted out the concept together during a brainstorming session and even Logan had agreed this would be first in their livestream series. He'd even suggested the name.

So here they were, the two of them, about to cook. Together.

They could do this. Patton could do this.

Remus’ smile had grown too wide again, eyebrows arched high.

Right, the cumin.

“We’re making spaghetti and meatballs,” Patton remembered his line and smiled at the camera.

“Balls,” Remus muttered under his breath, shoulders dancing.

Patton gasped and sneezed into the little bowl, spraying cumin up into the air and all over his face.

“Oh, I gotcha, Daddy—”

“Remus!” Roman lowered the boom mic with an offended huff only he could manage to sound princely.

“Aw, Kiddo!” His catigan sleeves were safely tucked beneath his apron, but he brushed them clean anyway. Remus whipped out a concerningly clean handkerchief from under his sash and dabbed at Patton’s face.

“It’s sweet,” Patton smiled at Roman just off camera.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Roman muttered.

“You don’t get paid at all, Princey!”

“Need I remind you all we’re still live?” Logan hissed from the hallway.

“It’s fine, Logan, dear,” Janus murmured, tapping the laptop just out of frame. Comments scrolled up the screen faster than they'd ever been. “The viewers are eating it up.”

Logan frowned at the screen for a long moment before shrugging. “He’s right. Okay, carry on."

Face now clean, Patton nodded and carried a big stock pot to the sink. “Right, first step is to start the water. Remus, will you—”

“One step ahead of you, Daddy!” Patton barely made out his words over the rush of the faucet.

And the crash just behind him.

Patton swung around, water sloshing out of the pot and onto the floor. “Remus!”

Remus had shoved all the measured ingredients to the far edge of the counter. Spices and oil spilled over the plate of ground meat and the long loaf of italian bread was broken in half. A wedge of parmesan had impaled the softening butter and the head of garlic had rolled onto the floor. At the center of the counter was a giant neon green air fryer into which Remus had jammed the entire—sealed—box of linguini and a jar of sauce. "Oh, and Merry Christmas, by the way. Thought you could use one of these babies!" he said, slapping the top of the device. "Hm… I wonder if I could fit one of those in here, too…"

“Wait, Remus, no—” Patton dropped the stock pot and reached out as Remus cranked the air fryer up to 500°F and slammed the start button.

“Well, it was nice having a kitchen,” Virgil muttered and pulled the pin from the extinguisher, nozzle aimed directly at the air fryer.

“No, it’s fine,” Patton said, voice cracking even as he grinned up at Virgil. “Don’t worry, Kiddo, everything will be—”

The air fryer beeped and the scent of burning paper filled his nose. He rushed toward the counter, hands outstretched to unplug the fryer, but his heel skidded on the wet floor and he slammed into Remus’ back instead.

“Hey, if you wanted to dance, Pattycake…” Remus spun around, catching him before he fell. “You could’ve just said so!”

“Remus!” Patton cried, clinging to his tunic as thick black smoke and the flicker of orange flames erupted out of the appliance. “Fire!”

With the grace of a cat and accompanied by a woosh of extinguisher foam, Virgil jumped down and doused the air fryer, the counter and most of Patton and Remus with the fire retardant.

A spark caught on the edge of Virgil’s hoodie sleeve and the mic squealed as Roman dropped the boom and rushed over to smother it.

“Princey, I’m fine! Let’s get the rest of this—”

“Shit!” Roman swore as he slipped on the spreading puddle of water and extinguisher foam in the center of the room. Virgil grabbed him by his sash, pulling him to his feet.

“Gotcha, your Highnessness.”

Off camera, Logan slid closer to Janus. “Are we still filming?”

“Mm-hm. Wine?” he asked, offering a large goblet he’d procured from… somewhere.

Eyebrow raised, Logan accepted the glass and took a slow sip. “Out of everything in the kitchen, this is what you chose to save?”

“Why, yes, of course," he murmured before finishing his own glass and refilling it.

“Acceptable.”

Long after the livestream ended and the kitchen was—mostly—put back into order, the Sides called it a night and, one-by-one sauntered off to bed.

All the Sides but Remus, at least. Well, and Patton.

Remus had waited until everyone else's room had grown quiet and the lights spilling out from under each Side’s door had clicked off. A flickery bluish glow remained under Virgil’s door, but he typically wouldn’t actually fall asleep for another few hours anyway.

Patton’s door, though… Patton’s door had remained closed tight, without even the usual fairy lights brightening the edges of the door frame. And without the happy little sounds of his bedtime playlist.

Patton hadn’t gone to bed.

Taking more care than usual, Remus slipped off his boots and crept downstairs, skipping the creaky third and fifth steps. The living room, kitchen, and hall were dark, the patio door closed and locked with the blinds drawn tight. The clock on the microwave cast long, faint shadows over the kitchen floor and Remus spotted a bit of movement followed by a tiny sound.

He held his breath and waited. There it was again, a soft sniffle.

Dropping to the floor, Remus peered under the kitchen table. Patton sat hunched in the far corner, sweater-clad arms hugging his knees to his chest.

“Oh, hi, Kiddo,” he mumbled, wiping his cheeks against his forearms. “Can’t sleep?” he asked as though Remus was the one hiding alone in the dark.

“Was gonna ask you the same thing, Pattycake.”

“Oh…” Patton didn’t explain what the fuck he was doing down there, cardigan pulled over his potassium bicarbonate and cumin—ha!—stained apron. He just sort of looked down at his hands and pulled his legs up closer to him. Almost like he was making room.

Remus clambered under the table next to him, not quite touching but close enough to smell the smoke in Patton’s hair and clothes. Remus' own clothes smelled like his experiment upstairs and he inhaled the plasticy, acrid scent of burnt dyes and the forever chemicals from the extinguisher. It was even better than the fires for making s’mores at Thomas’ summer camp as a kid.

Remus wiggled his toes, watching Patton from the corner of his eye. He’d tucked his face close to his knees but his cheeks glimmered with new, silent tears. Remus breathed in again. The kitchen would reek of smoke for a long time after this.

“C-A-M—”

“Maybe later?” Patton sniffled. “I’m just not in the mood to sing right now, Kiddo.”

“You sure about that?” Remus scooted a little closer and bumped their shoulders together. “It’ll help if you just sing along…” He waited, watching Patton tap his foot, toes squelching in his still-sopping shoes.

“C-A-M-P…” he began again, slower this time.

“F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song,” Patton sang softly.

“C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song…” Remus repeated.

A little smile cracked across the other Side’s face, softer and more real than it had been all day. “The C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song.” Patton took a breath like he was about to jump into the next verse but he frowned, nose scrunched. “It still smells like burnt air fryer in here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Remus agreed, nodding his head with a grin. “We made our mark.”

“Yeah,” Patton said, curling over his knees again.

“Aw, Daddy-o,” Remus bumped his shoulder. “Is that why you’re hiding under here? ‘Cause of the fire?”

“Well, yeah,” Patton frowned, staring back at him. “I really wanted to make a great video. I wanted to… you know… make Thomas proud.”

“Fuck, Pattycake, we did! Have you seen the comments?”

Patton just shook his head so Remus sank them both down into his room where he’d left his laptop open to the video page. Views and comments continued to pour in, hours after the stream had ended. “Look!” he demanded, pushing Patton down into a mostly clean chair.

The Moral Side read quietly, eyes growing wider with each scroll. “They… they liked us?”

“Yeah they did!” Remus slapped his back. “So, whaddya say we make Elf Spaghetti next time? We can even add some Crofters to please the nerd.” Patton’s stomach grumbled and Remus’ grin grew. “You know… we never did eat dinner, Pattycake. How about we give it a trial run tonight?”

“Race you to the kitchen!” Patton laughed and sank down through the floor.

“Hey, that’s cheating!”

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kitten4sannie · 1 year ago

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ + ʀᴏʙᴏᴛꜱ

ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ꜱᴇɴꜱᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

pairing: cyber stripper! san x gang leader! reader (fem) feat. gang member! wooyoung and a surprise cameo from matz <3

genre: cyberpunk au, smut

summary: too accustomed to chaos and bloodshed as a hardened gang leader, you need to wind down a bit with the help of san, a popular cyber stripper you always find yourself coming to visit in downtown neo city.

w.c: 4.5k

warnings: 2k words of plot, depictions of blood/violence in the intro, a cute lil cigarette kiss ;; (irl smoking is so bad for you DON’T DO IT 🫵🏼), references to the game cyberpunk, alcohol use, pussydrunk maniac switch! san, subby babygirl switch! reader, cybernetic body parts…..dykwim…., only praise in this one (shocking ik), pet names, dirty talk, use of a tie as a blindfold, oral (receiving), spit play, fingering, san grinds into the bed bc he’s so needy :(, cockwarming, tit play, kissing, dick riding, nipple play (f/m receiving ehehehe), mating press…., creampies galore !!!!

a/n: reuploaded bc tumblr wants to play games…. i hope this ends up in the tags or else i’m gonna be pissed ;; anyways!! this was one of my absolute faves to write i just ADORE cyberpunk stuff so i almost couldn’t stopp >< it makes me wanna turn this into a series or something ;^; so aaaaaaaAAA i can’t believe fff is over *sobs* this was such an amazing journey and i just wanna thank each and every one of you for coming along, supporting me, and leaving me the most wonderful feedback i could ask for 🥹🫶🏼 im thinkinggg about doing kinktober this year sooo see you then? ~~ <3

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In Neo City, you had two options: live a life of crime and bloodshed all in the name of the almighty dollar, or be out on the streets, doing whatever necessary to feed yourself, doomed to be forgotten by the cruel sands of time, all while the rich got richer and the poor got poorer. Even in a city that sported the newest advances in technology, highly developed amenities, and shiny, lit-up streets filled with opportunities for material surplus and virtual sin, it all remained the same in the end. It made you feel hopeless the longer you thought about it — not that you ever had much time to think about anything, given your chaotic lifestyle.

Right on cue, a group of enemy gang members filed in through the broken-down garage door that led to your cramped hideout, immediately shouting profanities at you and firing off in all directions, trying to pick off as many of your underlings as they could, only successfully grazing a few of them with hot lead.

“Boss, you better get down here!” Wooyoung, one of your most trusted underlyings, shouted from the bottom floor of the makeshift living space, wiping a bit of sweat from his sharp jaw, nervously licking at the mole on his lip as he slowly dragged one of his injured friends away from the commotion and placed him behind a bullet hole ridden couch.

Still inside your bedroom on the second floor, you went straight for a silver case that you kept underneath your bed and set it down on the mattress, flipping it open. You sighed at its contents, about to shed a tear. Good thing you had picked up something this useful at the last illegal cyber swap meet you attended.

“Boss! Help! Please!” the young underlying called out in a slightly higher pitched tone, now hiding behind the couch, hastily pushing a few bullets into the chamber of his smoking gun, accidentally dropping a few of them onto the concrete floor below.

“Coming!” You pressed a few buttons on your sleek metal arm, eventually sliding a large metallic blade into the open metal seams until it locked in, blue streams of light darting back and forth through the seams to let you know that it was ready to use. You ran down the stairs, the sound of your heavy boots hitting the pavement growing silent upon stepping into something wet.

Seeing the spilled blood of your members, your family, sent you over the deep end. Red rings of light circled around your straining pupils, and a faint ringing overtook your ears, not fully in control of your body when you began to take your enemies head-on, dodging their bullets and slicing them up until your hideout was stained with more crimson.

After the massacre was finally over, you slowly made your way back to one of the couches that had your injured cohorts haphazardly laying on it, either smoking cigarettes or clutching onto their wounds, some doing both at once, their eyes glazed over, the post-fight flood of dopamine hitting their wired brains. You plopped onto the couch where they left you a seat like always, ran your fingers through your damp hair and pulled out a cigarette from your blood-stained jacket, turning your head to face your dear friend, leaning in close to him.

With a lit cigarette in between his lips, Wooyoung quietly closed the space between the two of you, the end of his cig kissing yours until it was lit. You both silently studied each other’s sweaty faces, simply existing in the moment after the chaos.

“What was it about this time…?” you asked softly, after you turned your head to blow out a puff of smoke, leaning your back into the couch.

“It was over some dumb shit…” Wooyoung settled into the couch as well, angling his head up towards the ceiling. He rubbed at the cut on his cheek with his hoodie sleeve, smearing some blood across his tan skin. “One of our guys accidentally sold some dorph on the wrong turf. Then he got a little trigger happy when someone made a big fucking deal about it.”

“Ahh…” You let out a long sigh, taking in a drag of the cigarette, the collective taste of smoke and iron lingering inside your mouth. Whether or not it was wrong to take the lives you did wasn’t up to you to decide. It was your maker’s when your metal ticker finally decided to give up on you.

You lingered there a bit longer, unconsciously reaching over to run your fingers through Wooyoung’s sweaty, disheveled hair, giving his head a few gentle pats, wanting him to know that you were proud of his constant bravery and loyalty to you without actually being able to say it yourself. You could kill in cold blood but shuddered in fear over speaking from the heart. How ironic.

It wasn’t until Wooyoung hesitantly placed his hand over your bruised knuckles and nuzzled the inside of your palm that you pulled away, putting out your cigarette in a full ashtray that was sitting on the messy coffee table in front of you. You reached into one of your jacket pockets and pulled out a stack of Eddies, tossing it into Wooyoung’s lap. “Take anyone injured with you down to Yunho’s shop. Get yourself fixed up for me, okay?”

Wooyoung flipped through the stack, looking up at you with wide eyes as you stood up from the couch and stretched. “Are you sure? This is way more than we need, Boss…”

“I know.” You turned to look down at your beloved cohort, reaching down to caress his cheek with a gentleness you were surprised you still possessed after all those long, violent nights you spent taking lives and accruing their blood-stained cash, briefly licking at your thumb and rubbing the dried blood from his cheek. “Get yourself some upgrades while you’re there. You’ve earned it.”

Wooyoung stayed completely still, like he didn’t want to scare you off, his cheeks growing hotter by the second. Once he saw that you were simply standing there, letting the moment happen, his face softened and his eyes lit up, his lips curling up into a bright smile, wanting to say so much more than, “Thank you, Boss…”

As you made your way back up to your room and into your shower to clean yourself up, you thought about the pretty smile Wooyoung gave you. It reminded you of someone you hadn’t seen in quite a while, his dimpled smile never seeming to leave the partly synthetic confines of your mind. Pressing your metal hand into the tile wall for support, you felt your thumping heart skip a beat, a few beads of sweat dripping past your flushed cheeks, making you wonder if your shower was too hot, or if you were going soft. It’s not like you were in love with him. He was the most sought-after cyber stripper in downtown Neo City, after all. He probably had an army of rich corpo men and women already lined up just waiting to sweep him off his feet. Sure, you had money like them, but theirs wasn’t tainted in the same way. They weren’t tainted like you, doomed to a life of voluntary solitude. You pressed your hot cheek into the cool tile, glancing downwards to watch the red-tinted water swirl around into the drain. None of it mattered, anyways. You just needed a drink and a good fuck. That was all.

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“I want a vodka on the rocks. Don’t give me that cheap shit either,” you told the small robot that rolled up beside your VIP table, tapping lightly against its smooth chrome surface. You looked to the side, spotting a robotic couple that couldn’t keep their hands off of each other on the large dance floor of the crowded club, causing you to sink lower against the soft cushions behind you. “You know what? Just bring me the whole bottle.”

The robot blinked its simple eyes at you through the clear glass, calculating its response. “A full bottle of alcohol is not recommended for consumption by a singular person. Can I perhaps recommend–”

“I recommend you shutting the fuck up, robot.” You snapped a finger in its direction, crossing one leather bound thigh over the other, shoving a few bills into the slot that was placed in the middle of its machinery. “Now, get going.”

You watched the robot slowly roll away into the crowd of patrons, before your attention snapped to the middle stage when people and cyborgs alike began to cheer. No one seemed to notice when two elegant looking men decked out in shades and fur coats that smelled suspiciously of gunpowder made their way across the busy club, especially not once the stage suddenly became bathed in sinful red lighting, the cyber stripper you swore up and down you weren’t in love with taking slow, deliberate steps across it.

Dressed in a form-fitting suit that you’d probably see a stuck-up corpo drone wearing on his way to work, San eventually stood at the edge of the stage and ran his hands slowly up his body as soon as a bass-heavy, seductive track bumped through the large speakers around you, a voice announcing, “It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, folks. Our very own hopeless romantic, Choi San, is blessing the stage with his new routine. You better bring out the big bills if you want to see what kind of cyber parts he’s got hiding underneath those tight clothes of his.”

Just as the robot brought you your bottle of alcohol, you took a long swig from it, sinking down a little more into your seat, reaching into one of your pockets just to feel the stacks of cash that still sat inside, unable to take your eyes off of the cyber stripper that turned away from you and the crowd to show off the curves off his ass through his tight work pants, gently pulling his blazer off and revealing just how small his waist looked from behind.

A few people threw money at him, cheering and whistling, as he rolled his body along to the sultry music, leaning his head back dramatically just as he began to tug his tie off, an overtly erotic expression woven into his hypnotically beautiful face.

Just as the music began to come to an intense peak, he dropped to his knees, bringing the tie up into his mouth to bite down onto it, expertly rolling his hips in a fluid motion like he was fucking into someone on the stage floor. The crowd went absolutely apeshit, Eddies floating in the air around San, everyone’s attention on the club’s most beloved stripper — but, like clockwork, his attention was on you. See, San was a sucker for a woman in power, for a femme fatale that could provide him raw, unadulterated excitement, and he simply couldn’t get you out of his mind, couldn’t stop reminiscing about what it felt like to have you underneath him, taking all that he could give you.

His piercing, cat-like eyes never left yours, even as he unbuttoned his vest and tugged it off, revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin and straining muscles, grabbing someone’s hand to run it along the pronounced ridges of his abs, his tongue swiping across his lips.

You took a few more sips of your liquid courage, one hand clutching your thigh, hardly able to handle the blinding heat that blazed away inside your core. It wasn’t until San began to unbuckle his tight pants and gently ease them down just enough to show off the edges of his hips and the neat trail of hair that led to his cock, that you got up onto your feet and made your way up to the main stage, a few patrons taking cautious steps out of your way when they saw your face. It turned up on their holo devices during the evening news too frequently for them to not know who you were.

Quite amused with your presence, San stood directly above you with his hands on his bare hips, giving you a good view of his half-hard cock pressing into the thin material of his pants, his hands slowly running from his hips down to his inner thighs, just barely grazing over his cock each time. “It’s good to see you again, angel. Are you here to have some fun with me?”

Barely able to speak, let alone think, with the way your head, heart, and cunt was pounding, you pulled the stack of bills out of your pocket and reached up to pull the lip of his pants down, revealing his cock to yourself and the enthusiastic crowd just long enough to tuck the stack comfortably inside the hem. “Need to fuck you, San,” you requested softly, but firmly enough that it roused the cyber stripper enough to jump down from the stage and pick you up bridal style.

It wasn’t until San brought you to one of the empty love rooms and sat you down on the edge of the heart-shaped bed that you complained. “You can’t just carry me around like that in front of everyone, San…I have a reputation…”

San stood in front of you, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair, humming softly, rings of light rapidly rushing around the edges of his eyes. “You know your reputation doesn’t matter when you’re here with me, baby…” He reached for the bottom of your chin, tilting it up towards his smiling face, his thumb gently pressing into your bottom lip. “Just your pleasure.”

“My…pleasure…” you repeated in a soft whisper, your hand automatically reaching out to settle on his hips.

“Yes, sweetheart.” San slowly brought himself down to you, pressing his lips lightly against yours, just enough to draw you in. He pulled away teasingly, seeing the desperation inside your fervent gaze, his own eyes creasing with mischievous amusement. “Should I give you a reminder?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting your thumping heart to somehow leap out of your throat and ruin the moment with the cybernetic man you most definitely weren’t in love with. “Yes, please…”

San, who had his tie hanging loosely from his neck, took it off and leaned down, wrapping it around your head to block your vision. Sensing your slight hesitation, he cradled your jaw, pressing a few kisses along it, whispering, “It’ll feel so much better when I put my mouth on you like this…Trust me.”

San wasn’t lying. Since your vision was blacked out, you focused entirely on where he touched you once he discarded your clothes, feeling his strong hands slide along your thighs, his thumbs spreading you apart, his tongue slowly lapping at your cunt, his warm breath and spit hitting your clit when he sucked on it. “Fuck, San….”

Your hands went straight into his styled hair, though he didn’t care one bit when you began to mess it up by tugging on it, simply burying his face deeper into your cunt to drag his tongue rapidly back and forth over your sensitive clit, groaning all the while. When your thighs squeezed around his head, he clutched them tight, holding them in place. “You’ll be good and cum all over my face, won’t you, baby? You’ll let me get a taste of you?”

“Yes, San…I’m so close already…” You nodded weakly, desperately wishing you could see what the man of your dreams looked like in between your thighs, but choosing to be patient, not realizing what his next plan of attack was until you were being filled by two thick fingers, moaning at the feeling of them rubbing eagerly against your pulsing walls. “Oh my god, San…!”

“Baby, won’t you call me by my other name? The one I like to hear?” he sighed against your cunt, giving it one long lick past his thrusting fingers to your clit, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit onto it, before he licked it up once more.

“Sannie…” you moaned out, feeling a familiar heaviness pool within your core, the muscles in your thighs starting to tighten up, your fingers gripping the man’s hair just a little tighter. “Make me cum, please, I’m right there…”

San moaned back just from hearing you call out his name in such a way, starting to desperately thrust his hips forward against the side of the mattress, wanting to get some friction against his large, aching cock. “I’ll make you cum so hard, baby, just like always,” he promised haphazardly with his lips and tongue on your clit, fervently licking at it with his small pink tongue, easily slipping in a third digit into your squelching hole, curling them up just in time to hear you let out a shaky cry. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that…You’re so good for your Sannie…”

When you came, you came hard, your body fully locking up once the intense waves of pleasure washed over you, unable to keep yourself from tugging the tie from your eyes once you could catch your breath. The already low lights of the room hurt your eyes for a second, having to blink a few times to truly focus on the state of the man who just sent you to cyber heaven. He was looking up at you with his big brown eyes, small digital hearts present within them, his raven hair tousled, a few damp strands clinging to his forehead. His cheeks and arousal-stained lips sported an alluring reddish hue, the flush making its way all the way down to his long, curved cock, the tip of it leaking vast amounts of pre-cum onto the floor below.

“You made me feel so good, Sannie,” you praised him softly, reaching down to caress his warm cheek, running your thumb across the cute mole underneath his eye. “You deserve to feel good too, don’t you?”

“Uh-huhhh…I’m so hard, it hurts…” The dominance San once displayed was instead overcome with submissive neediness, a whimper leaving his lips, once he began to rub his cock against the mattress a bit harder, looking up to you for approval.

“Aww, do you want to rub your cock against my pussy instead of using the bed like that?” you asked teasingly, pressing your thumb into his bottom lip.

“Yes, please…”

That was all it took for you to reach down for his hands, coaxing him onto the bed with you and gently pushing him down onto his back. “You always take such good care of me, Sannie, always take such good care of everyone that visits you…Do you want to be taken care of like that too?” you cooed sweetly, as you straddled him and slowly sank down onto his oversized cock, feeling its sleek, cybernetic curves fill you up just right.

“Yeah, I do…Please take care of me, Y/N…” San moaned loudly when your bodies finally connected, all the synthetic pleasure he felt in his cock going straight to his head, entirely grateful for the recent upgrades he got from his ripperdoc.

You stayed still on his lap, simply cockwarming him until you felt that you should move, leaning down to press kisses onto his neck and along his collarbone, his pre-cum causing a soft squelching sound to escape where your bodies joined together. “You feel so much bigger inside…Did you get a naughty upgrade, Sannie?”

“I got the pleasure package…” San murmured shyly, reaching up to rub his hands along your thighs, slowly making his way up past your waist to your chest to knead your tits against his palms. “It increased my length and width by three inches, gives me longer cumshots, and makes me more sensitive…”

You giggled softly, moving your hips up and lowering them back down just to make San groan out from the sudden slick friction, hovering above him, your faces a few inches away from each other. “Want me to milk you dry, Sannie?” you asked underneath your breath, running your hands up along his abdomen to his chest, feeling his muscles contract slightly underneath your touch.

San bit into his bottom lip, his cock pulsing steadily inside your leaking cunt, wondering if his rapidly beating heart was simply a glitch in his coding. “Yeah…”

That was all it took for you to rest your hands securely on the fullness of his chest, and begin desperately bouncing on his throbbing cock, not wanting to stop until he filled you up so deep with his load, that you’d be willing to survive another day in Neo City.

“Y/N, fuck, you’re so tight,” San whined, squeezing your tits in between his fingers, eventually letting his hands slide down your abdomen until he got to your cunt, taking turns rubbing each of his thumbs into your sensitive clit, causing your hips to stutter. “Come on, baby, don’t you dare stop riding my cock…You’re going to cum just like this…”

“Just like this, Sannie?” you panted out, smiling at the way he desperately nodded back, gently squeezing his chest in a similar fashion, running your own thumbs along the hardness of his nipples, delighted with the way he began to arch his back into your touch. “All of you is so sensitive, huh? Not just your cock…”

“It all feels so good, baby. You make me feel amazing…It drives me crazy…” San jolted suddenly when you pinched one of his nipples, emitting a whiny sound of approval, starting to buck his hips up into you on his own.

“You drive me crazy too, Sannie…I can’t seem to stay away from you…” you admitted, pressing your hands into his pecs, before slowly lowering yourself down to his lips to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then, don’t…” San whispered back, before he caught your mouth against his, your lips and tongues meeting in the middle, getting lost in the heat of the moment, reaching for your hips so that he could drive himself further inside you. It didn’t seem to be enough; he needed to be closer to you, needed his cum to reach your womb.

“Sannie…!” you suddenly gasped out, when he rolled onto you and and positioned himself so that he had you in a proper mating press, his throbbing, dripping cock slipping back into you, much deeper this time.

“Need to fuck you full, baby, need you to have my cum so deep in your pretty pussy, it won’t drip out until you get home…” San began to drool into your mouth, sucking gently on your tongue, despite the way he began pounding himself into you so hard, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath, instead having to just take what he gave you.

“Please, Sannie– Please, give it to me!” You began to see stars, unknowingly sending your nails down his broad back from the vast amounts of pleasure surging through your body, unable to keep yourself from whimpering when he suddenly stopped moving completely, his cum beginning to pour inside and coat your pulsing walls with thick globs of white.

“Oh my god, there it is, baby, all for you,” San groaned huskily into your neck, pressing a few kisses into it and along your jaw, smiling sweetly at the hearts present within your own barely open, digitally enhanced eyes. He rubbed your thighs in gentle circles, sliding out for a second to let some of the milkiness spill out of your used cunt and pushed back in, just in time for his cock to twitch, filling you up with a few more pumps of hot cum. “Fuck…how was that, baby?”

“So good, San, you don’t even know…” You could hardly move, filled to the very brim with San’s load, jolts of pleasure still shooting through you, a pleasant fuzziness running along the edges of your brain. “Wish I could feel like this every day.” You bit your bottom lip, wondering if it was the leftover pleasure or the slight buzz that made you want to be honest with San. “Wish I could see you more…”

San’s expression softened, his already pink cheeks sporting a darker hue, his deep desire to see and know more about the mysterious gang leader that visited him once in a blue moon increasing tenfold. However, he didn’t know exactly how to express the myriad of things he was feeling, so he simply replied, “I wish you could too. I never want you to leave…”

“San…” you whispered, your heart just about imploding from hearing his heartfelt words, about to suck it up and tell him how you really felt when a sudden loud boom shook the walls of the club, causing a bit of dust and debris to float into the air, the distinct smell of smoke filling up your noses, the sprinklers inside the room immediately going off, along with the smoke detector.

“What the hell was that?” San gasped, sitting up, but instinctively pulling you into his arms to protect you from any harm, looking around the room for some kind of a clue.

It was then that a shaky, agitated voice came out through the speaker within the room, warning, “For those who are somehow unaware, someone set off a goddamn bomb inside the club. A fire broke out and now we’re fucked. Do you hear me? Fucked. Get out while you still can, motherfuckers.” The man’s voice grew a bit quieter, some feedback sounds ringing out, someone’s hushed voice not legible through the speakers. “No, I don’t have insurance for this shithole. How was I supposed to know some prick would set off a fucking bomb in here? You know what? You’re fired just for that. Get off my dick–”

When the announcement cut off, the both of you stared at each other for a while, slowly getting soaked by the spraying sprinklers. You saw the deep concern in San’s eyes and the sudden loss that he was trying to come to terms with. “San…”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do…This place is all I know…It was all I was programmed to know…” San murmured, not even caring that the water brought his raven bangs into his sad eyes.

You cautiously reached forward to cup his cheeks, holding them tightly. Before you could have the chance to doubt yourself, you blurted out, “Come home with me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you never have to worry about a thing.”

San’s eyes widened. He wasn’t very used to anyone giving him anything in return. He was the giver. He was always the giver. “You’d do that for me…?”

“Of course, San, I–” You caught yourself. It was too early for that, after all. Instead, you moved his hair out of the way and brought your lips to his forehead, giving it a kiss before looking back into his eyes. “I care about you. I want you to be safe…with me.”

San reached up to cradle your face within his calloused hands, feeling a warmth spread throughout his entire body, making him wonder if he was more human than robot. He smiled brightly, his eyes creasing at the corners. “Then, what are you waiting for, Y/N? Take me home.”

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Paper Planes pt.2

intro, part 1 summary: Things are never the same again. As time passes by, everything also changes. Just like how your love for each other varies. Looking back, it made you realize that sometimes the right way to love is to leave. word count: 2k+ warnings: smut, kissing, cock warming tags: @ahtisa02 @cattaeil @hanarinlol @rinfairyy a/n: italicized = thoughts or reminisce. tb part is on 1st pov

Jaehyun has been gone from your house for a week. You didn't communicate with each other. You take this as a sign that maybe, just maybe, this is the pinnacle of everything.

You never talked your past conflicts, you never settled them properly, you just let it pass with the passing time, and living as if nothing happened is honestly suffocating. This has been a routine for about a year.

You left and slept at Amara's apartment during the week that Jaehyun didn't stay at your place. Staying there just keeps reminding you of how messed up your life is right now. You'll just say harsh things to each other at any time. It's true that your marriage is now meaningless, and you can't think of any reason to stay.

The more you wake up with him at your side, the more you understand that this isn't good, that the meaning behind your love for one other has vanished. But you have Jaehyun, and you believed that would be enough to keep you going.

"So, what now?" Amara asked, as she placed two glasses of water in front of the two of you. You played with your thumb, scraping the side of your nails. "He left again, for the nth time," she continued nagging at you.

"Y/n, honestly, I don’t see any reason for you to hold on for more," she said sincerely, "I’m the one who’s getting tired of you two. I love Jaehyun for you, but please... for once, give yourself a break." Amara held your hand, and it made you look at her. You started sobbing. She hugged you, and you buried your face in the crook of her neck, crying.

I should always have a reason to continue. I can't just give up and not fight for what I value in. I will always love him. But this is already killing me. It's destroying us. The love we have for one other is no longer sufficient to keep me going. I love him, but it's exhausting.

"I'll file for divorce," you murmured, calming yourself. "Is this where you wish to end your life?" she asked. "I don't want you to make a decision while your emotions are clouding your opinion, Y/n. We'll talk again." She rose up from her seat and hugged you tightly.

You went to your place the next morning. It was just how you left it, dark and dreary, with no trace of Jaehyun. You open the front door using your key. You walk around the house, getting to know every nook, recalling how this used to feel like home, bringing you peace.

You went to your shared bedroom to get something you'd most likely need. It was hard to finally decide to put on your wedding ring, but it hurts to stay for long. It was like a daily torment of waking up and going on with life as if you didn’t scream at each other’s faces. It was like walking on a road with no end, barefoot on the ground. It's tiring and it stings.

You walked into your closet to grab a duffel bag and began packing some of your stuff. After almost emptying your closet, you returned to your bedroom and sat on your side of the bed for a bit. You stared down at your slender finger, thinking how your ring no longer meant anything to you.

You took it off your finger and set it on the side table next to a photo frame. It was a photo of Jaehyun carrying you as he swayed you, and his face was buried in your neck.

It’s been 2 months since I left after Jaehyun and I fought. We didn’t have a proper talk before I left; he just dropped me off at the airport, no words of wanting me to stay safe or what. He just ignored me that day. I left with so many doubts running inside my head.

‘Do I still have him?’ ‘Will we be, okay?’ ‘Am I still yours?’

I missed him. I missed him so much. I missed him so badly. I wanted to see him so badly, but I don’t know if I still have his heart. I wasn’t supposed to go home today. I still have three more months of internship to do in New Zealand.

But here I am hoping that I still have him. I am hoping that we can talk this out. And if ever we both decide to end this relationship, it will be on good terms.

His friends told me he hadn’t been home for weeks, and I don’t know if he’s in his condo unit today. But despite the uncertainties, I still went here straight from the airport. I have no idea where he is; even Mark, his best friend since diapers, has no idea where he went or where he is staying.

It's almost late, and I'm standing in front of his door, wanting to knock to check if he's there. But I lack the guts to ask for answers to my questions. As I waited, I fiddled with my fingers. I couldn't keep back my emotions any longer, so I let them fall and crouched down to bury my face on my knees as I hugged them.

‘I don’t want to lose you, Jae. Not yet. I don’t want to lose us’

I cried and cried, hoping that somehow, he’d hear my longing heart. "Hey, baby," I heard Jaehyun’s voice as I felt a pair of hands gripped the side of my cheeks and slowly lifted my head. “It’s fine, I’m here. Shh. It’s fine, it’s okay," he whispered to my ears as he hugged me and caressed my back and kissed my temple.

When I calmed down, he brought me inside his unit and asked me to sit on his couch while he sat in a chair nearby. I could feel Jaehyun’s eyes on me, wanting to ask me questions, and I had the guts to gaze down on my hands on my knees, avoiding his glances. I looked around his apartment to fill it up, and I noticed he had his baggage packed.

‘Was he supposed to leave?’ ‘Are we really going to end this on a bad note?’

I finally had the strength to look him in the eyes. His elbow was on top of his little dining table, and he was leaning his temple on his knuckles, staring at me closely. "You're leaving?" I asked, and he nodded. I faked a smile while biting my bottom lip and exhaling deeply.

And we were once again engulfed by the silence. Hours ago, I had so many questions to ask him, words that I wanted to say to him. But with just a nod from him, everything was answered. I was left tongue-tied.

It suddenly fell as I couldn't hold back my tears, followed by another, another, and another. I laughed it off and told him, "I'm just tired from the flight," as I brushed away my tears when he abruptly rose up from his seat and walked in front of me. He lifted my chin up and kissed my lips so suddenly that I couldn't understand how fast everything happened. "I missed you," he said, releasing my lips. "Please don't leave me again."

He kissed my lips again and moved his hand that was holding my chin up to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I closed my eyes as I kissed him back, deepening our kisses. I could feel my tears running down my face. I held his shoulders as his other hand traveled to my waist, stroking it up and down. He helped me up and made me sit on the arm rest of the couch.

Things happened quickly, and now we're naked in his bedroom, panting as he shoved his dick deep within me. He showered me with kisses while I furrowed my brows with each thrust. He halted his stride and glanced at me, "Are you sure you're fully comfortable with this?" he whispered, pausing his thrusting and looking at me worriedly. I nodded to him as I placed my palm on his cheeks and drew him in for a kiss.

He continued his thrusting, slower than before, as he distracted me with kisses. He kissed my jaw and neck, sucking it in. His left hand, that was massaging my boobs, traveled to my left leg. He stroked it until it reached my ass and squeezed it and it made me whimper. As he licked my shoulders, I heard him chuckle.

He then grabbed my leg and pulled me closer, placing it on his waist for a better angle. He then deepened his thrust and I could feel him hit my g-spot. "Ahh," I moaned the pleasure. I clenched around him, which made him groan.

"You're doing great, babe," he whispered as he kissed my earlobes and cheeks. Jaehyun was my last, and I didn't have any sex while I was away. So having a dick within me suddenly feels strange. But Jaehyun is patient enough to shower me with words of comfort. He hesitated at first, but I was sure. I'd like to feel him again.

"I-I’m close, Jae," I said as he hit my spot repeatedly. My grip on his shoulder tightens, digging my nails into his shoulder as I sense my orgasm nearby. "Fuck, baby." I keep on cursing as he hits my best spot. He kissed my lips one more time. "Go on, babe," he said as I clenched my walls around his cock.

A few more thrusts from him and I released my cum. "I’m close, baby," he said as he crunched his eyebrows and his thrust became sloppier. Not long after, he released his seeds inside the condom. He let himself fall on me and hid his face on my neck, not removing his dick. He kissed my shoulder and squeezed my waist.

"Weren’t you supposed to leave?" I asked him as I ran my hand through his hair. He hummed a response, which sent shivers up and down my spine. I moved a little to calm my body as I clenched around him. That made both of us groan and moan. "I have a flight at 2 in the morning today," he continued, his hot breath on my skin giving me butterflies.

I had to purse my lips to stop myself from making any sound again. "B-but it's alm.. ost 3," I stammered as he began licking and kissing my neck. He moved his lips to my jaw, then to my cheeks, then to my lips. "Do you want me to go?" he asked me as he removed a few strands of my hair and tucked it behind my ears. I shook my head in response.

I hesitate to ask any further questions. I don't want to meddle with his decisions any more. What matters is that he is here with me. He gently withdrew his shaft and discarded the condom off his dick. I gasped at the abrupt emptiness in my vagina.

I stared at him as he pursed his lips in response to my reaction. "Baby, I have to clean you," he said as he caressed my abdomen. "Can't we cuddle for a while?" I murmured, hoping to entice him to stay in bed with me. "Later," he responded, carrying me in a bridal manner and walking towards the restroom, "when we come back." He placed me into the tub and turned on the lukewarm water.

I shifted slightly to the front to make room for him to sit behind me. "Are we going somewhere?" I asked, leaning my back against his chest.

He began scrubbing my shoulders with the loofa in his hand. "Mark and Johnny decided to throw a despidida party for me, and I told them I'd simply drop by before flying out." It made me stay silent and nod at him.

“Do you wanna know where I was supposed to go?”

‘No’

“Sure”

"New Zealand," he continued, and I couldn't believe it. "I was supposed to go after you," he said as he kept washing me. "And maybe talk, apologize, decide... beg you not to end this if you want to," he trailed off as he stopped scrubbing my back. "How are you supposed to find me when you don't know where I was staying?"

"I don’t know, look all over New Zealand maybe." He sneaked his arms around my waist and pulled me for a hug. He placed his chin on my shoulder as he stroked my forearm, "I’m not ready to lose you, not yet." There was a comforting silence that made us heal and reflect for a while.

"I’m sorry," he said as he kissed my shoulder blades. "I was selfish for wanting you to stay." I reached for his hand and intertwined it with mine. "You really think after what we did earlier, I still won’t forgive you?" I asked him as I cocked an eyebrow and turned my head to his side.

I saw him smile, and he kissed my lips softly. He placed his forehead on mine, with our noses touching each other. “Okay, enough staring” He laughed and kissed my lips one more time “We might not get out of this house later”.

After we took a bath, we drove to Johnny’s place. It was just Johnny and Mark. These three really, they never learned to socialize with others. I saw Johnny cleaning up the table, getting the beers, and finishing up the food. "Jae?" Mark was confused as to why Jaehyun was still here when he had a scheduled flight an hour ago. "And y/n," Johnny declares. I smiled at him. "Are.. you.. two-? oh" I couldn’t understand what Johnny was trying to say.

He looked at Mark, and they starred at each other for a while before Johnny tapped the side of his neck. Jaehyun and I got conscious, he looked at me and I looked at him confusedly. He then fixed the collar of the turtleneck that I was wearing. "Hickey," he mouthed. I hurriedly fixed it to hide my embarrassment that they had to see it.

"C’mon inside, it’s getting cold out there. Let's drink here," Johnny yelled as he entered his house. Mark then followed him, and Jaehyun just smiled at me as an apology for the visible love bite he left. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Let’s go, love," he said as he dragged me by the hand he had been holding since we got out of the car.

We drank a few cans of beer and danced to the music. Johnny was even teasing us that we shouldn’t be this sweet in front of him and Mark, who are single. But Jaehyun and I just ignored him. Mark was taking photos of us when Jaehyun and I got playful while dancing. He grabbed my waist and snuggled his face against my neck. He turned around and I was just laughing at his silliness.

The night was filled with laughter and happiness. It was euphoric to go home to him. I felt like I was home after a dreadful experience. Hearing his laugh once again echoes in my chest like a lullaby I never want to forget. We were just so in love, holding each other so tight, afraid to let go and be lost. I love Jaehyun and I don’t want to lose him. As my life has been better since the day I learned to love him.

When you fall in love, you experience momentary insanity. It bursts, then diminishes, like an explosion. And after it has subsided, you must make a decision. You must decide if your roots will get so intertwined that they will be impossible to separate. Because this is what love is all about.

Love is not a lack of breath, excitement, or the urge to mate every second of the day. It is not laying awake at night seeing him kissing every area of your body. Love itself is what remains after being in love has burnt away.

You heard a faint footstep that made you get back to your senses. Jaehyun was leaning against the door frame, peering at you. You wiped the tears that you didn't realize were falling.

"We were so in love back then," you thought as you stared at Jaehyun, remembering the hope you'd always had. However, it is no longer exists.

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #nct x reader #nct jaehyun #paper planes #kpop angst #kpop smut

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myhusbandsasemni · 3 years ago

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Intro Post 2.0

Hi! My name is Clicker (she/her), though I have many dragon related nicknames as well. I’m an adult (as weird as that is), have been on Tumblr for a few years now, and I’ve been writing for a long time. It became my coping mechanism, but now it’s just my favorite activity. I have ADHD, a lot of hobbies, and a separate blog for whump stories. It’s @clickerflight if you want a look at that.

I do art commissions info here

I have original stories I typically work on, and I write about 2K words in each story every week. When I finish that I work on art or writing one shots for my stories, whump for my other about, or fanfiction that goes on my AO3 (Clickerflight on there).

Here are my current stories:

Potential

A vampire, shapeshifter, and siren team up to ditch toxic friends and family, reinvent themselves, and bring covens together to keep the sirens from destroying all of the humans along the coast.

Story is in second draft: *cries*

Challenger 27

Asphodel is a super soldier created in a lab. Travis is a powerful psychic, sold to scientists. Needless to say, the scientists did not win when these two teamed up. They do, however, need to lay low after the scientists track them down again. They join an exploration crew hired to find Challenger 27, a ship lost in time and shrouded in dangerous secrets.

First draft

Ashen Skies

So, you know star wars, right? It’s that, but it’s a fix it fic where Anakin just barely avoids turning before the whole explosion issue happened which does mean that Fives is alive. Honestly, the only summery I can give for this story currently is: Star wars, but if it was Odyssey flavored

If you want to be tagged in updates for one or all of the stories, let me know in any way you please and it will be done.

(last updated : 7/30/2023)

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paper-n-ashes · 4 years ago

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New Endeavours

Characters: Modern AU!Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings/Tags: Explicit (18+), Sugar daddy relationship, sexual references but no actual smut, bisexual vibes, attending a strip club.

Author’s Note: This is all because of my love, @maryforyou. An AU venture she ignited and I couldn’t let go of. Read into this however you want, I’m an open book in terms of exploring sexuality without labels. Being the first AU I’ve ever attempted, I kept this as an intro, to hopefully dive into the more explicit content I’ve been ruminating on for too long as a Part 2 (depending on how this is received).

“Are you sure this what you want?”

You smiled sweetly, smoothing out the creases in your dress as Kylo handed you your coat and gloves. “Like I said every day this week, I’m very sure.”

He still appeared doubtful, plush lips twisted in a disbelieving frown. “I could give you anything your heart desires for your birthday, princess,” he urged, helping you to secure the top buttons of your waistcoat, his large frame shifting close to yours. “This barely seems like enough of a gift for such a special occasion.”

Kylo was used to showering you with physical symbols of his adoration in the 18 months you had known him. The man had more money than he knew what to do with, lavishing all types of jewellery and clothing on you, some of the pieces you were certain cost more than your tiny apartment in the outskirts of the city. Every time you tried to refuse the extravagant gifts, Kylo always replied with sweetened notions of needing to worship and adore the personified goddess he saw you as. And when spoken in his infuriatingly mesmerising tenor, they would quickly conquer your resistance.

You were acutely aware of what this looked like from an outside perspective. A wealthy older man courting a young woman over 10 years his junior. Bathing her head to toe in the finest attire, parading her around in places a woman of her standing wouldn’t have been able to afford in two lifetimes.

A label came with this kind of behaviour. One you didn’t particularly like, yet was still true.

Sugar daddy.

There wasn’t a way you could deny that’s how your association with Kylo begun.

You’d heard whispers of other girls at the college you went to doing it. Offering their bodies to the affluent men of this city. At first, you’d scoffed at the idea. But when that third overdue notice of your credit card debt came, with the threat of eviction hanging over your head, you didn’t really have much choice.

A name was given to you of a bar that specialised in these kinds of meetings, completely covertly of course. And there Kylo had found you, hiding away in a secluded corner, stirring the gin and tonic in front of you with a single finger. At first, you’d assumed he was a well-dressed bartender, seemingly too young and strikingly handsome to be in need of a place like this. So you smiled sweetly and told him you weren’t quite done with your drink.

Within such an innocent interaction, Kylo knew he had to have you. And he did, 45 minutes later in the poorly lit bathroom stall, half-dressed bodies clutched together as he had you perch on the porcelain sink, fucking you with an uncharacteristically reckless abandon.

He hadn’t intended to. He hadn’t been entirely sure what he anticipated from that evening, the recommendation being given to him from a higher executive who regularly partook in the questionable operations of this establishment. Kylo meant only to scope the place out, sit for a quiet solitary drink out of the way of other patrons. There, he’d discovered you.

Shrinking into your stool, somewhat inhibited, clearly out of your element. The shy smile that spread across your face after he murmured a stiff hello ensnared him in moments, simply for how sincere it was. He wasn’t used to that.

Another thing Kylo wasn’t used to was the type of electricity that followed in your conversation. Rarely had he experienced an exchange that was so charged yet… genuine. You didn’t appear expectant, didn’t care to know how much money he made or the status of his career. You simply wanted to talk.

It was interesting how this fuelled an urge to make you speechless, to have you resorting to whines and whimpers rather than articulate your thoughts with any words. He didn’t act on them. Content to bide his time, play his cards right, set a precedence of composure and restraint in the hope of securing another meeting. You, however, had never cultivated the same type of discipline Kylo had.

After too many long minutes of flirtatious banter, you leaned forward, mouthing in a hushed tone, asking him to meet you in the women’s bathroom.

The chance encounter had bound you for longer than predicted.

Although never explicitly stated, the two of you fulfilled a portion of each other’s needs. Kylo required adequate distraction from his corporate life, someone who could slip into his erratic schedule with ease to… relieve him of mounting tension. In return, he provided you the monetary means to live in the city of your dreams without constant fear of homelessness.

In the months that passed, your arrangement turned into something stable, secure. His presence a constant in your life. While his working hours were long and finishing times unpredictable, Kylo could always count on you to be summoned to him from a single text message. Be it in the middle of the day, or the early hours of morning, you would race to a place of his choosing. Sometimes at his lush apartment, sometimes his office, and a plethora of restaurant bathrooms across the city after particularly stressful business lunches.

Initially, your involvement was kept mostly out of public view. Kylo had wanted to protect you from the judgements and negative connotations that were unavoidable in the arena of his work. Around the year mark, these reservations about being seen with you seemed to dissipate. Soon you were linked hand in hand at countless high-class dinners and charity events. A poised and elegant couple, right until the last set of eyes moved away.

This is where you had your fun.

As spectacular as Kylo was at fucking you until you saw stars, he’d surprisingly gone this long in life without venturing into more creative territory when it came to satisfaction. His version of sex was fast and hard, needing as much as you as he could get, chasing release with no frills or diversion. He’d never had the time, or the right lover, to encourage any of his deeply hidden fantasies. Until you.

You were game for anything. Sexually adventurous. Ready and willing to try all there was on offer just to elicit the highest levels of ecstasy. It was difficult not to be at the thought of Kylo’s hands, his mouth, his tongue, any part of him.

Although a little more slowly, he began to welcome new experiences, new pursuits of pleasure. Witnessing your reactions to these efforts became somewhat of an addiction for him. The way you writhed and squealed when exploring anal play for the first time. The way you surrendered and adored his verbal degradation and physical strikes. The way your body twitched and spasmed after the use of a newly obtained toy purchased with his platinum credit card.

You never pushed him, or forced him into anything he found uncomfortable in the chase of a sexual high. Communication was paramount, and boundaries were respected.

Interestingly enough, tonight was a boundary he never thought you’d cross.

“This is what I asked for, remember?” you smiled, taking the opportunity to press a gentle kiss to his nose.

Kylo’s apprehension refused to dissipate, while still clutching you closer. “It just… seems like this is something I will enjoy more than you.”

You barely withheld the urge to roll your eyes. “You’re sure about that, are you?”

His eyebrows crinkled, thinking the question over. There was the hint of a smirk that tugged the corner of his mouth, a subtle excited quiver in the breath he exhaled. “So you’re not doing this for me?”

“Not at all,” you breathed. Your palm slipped under his clean-shaven jaw, skating a thumb reassuringly over his cheek. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“You have?”

You hummed a yes, drifting your lips intoxicatingly close to his, staring up with wide eyes.

Kylo’s mouth twisted slightly. “I wouldn’t want you to feel jealous, princess.”

“You’re only looking,” you insisted softly. “And, even if you touch a little…” You bit your lip at the thought. “Those women won’t be who gets to be taken home and fucked until it hurts.”

There was a noticeable tensing in the arms circled around you, as Kylo’s eyes began to burn with an impatient greed. “I could do that now, right against this door.”

It was difficult to deny how you’d happily allow him to make true on that statement. To slam you into the exquisitely carved oak door of his apartment and fill you to your absolute limit. However, the tantalising image of your planned evening was too consuming, heaving and tugging for you to indulge a deeply embedded desire you’d never been brave enough to pursue.

“Save it for when we get home,” you chirped, reaching for the doorhandle and dragging Kylo into the hallway.

“Follow me,” the maître D instructed, her voice cheerfully welcoming. Even the sight of her silken, green dress was intimidating, the fabric glossing over her nimble shape as she guided you up the set of stairs. The lighting was low, almost too dark to see properly, Kylo’s grip strong as your steps were drowned out by the sultry music emanating behind the double doors at the apex. As they were opened to you, the hypnotic baseline ricocheted around your body.

You scanned around the large room, bold lights illuminating a risen stage with two currently unused silver poles at either corner. Plush chairs circled around, occupied by a differing array of men. Slinking between the patrons were women decorated with luxurious, high-end lingerie, each one styled and set to provoke unyielding temptation.

This was a completely new undertaking for you. Attending a strip club. Usually a male endeavour, seeking out instant gratification in the form of scantily clad bodies and paid attention. You knew this was an unusual request for a birthday outing, yet in truth there was nothing from Kylo you wanted more.

The two reasons were somewhat opposing, although they would still feed the same goal. Satisfying a craving.

One being that you had always found women to be alluring and captivating to a height you’d never really accepted, almost been afraid of. Only with time and maturity had you learned your attraction to them was a natural occurrence you were now ready to explore.

The other reason was a little more scandalous, and what you hadn’t quite articulated to Kylo yet. To have the view of his eyes roaming another woman’s almost naked body as she exposed herself to him, drove you wild. In a situation you should feel jealousy, you were only devoured by an uncontainable lust.

Occasionally your mind had forayed into imaginations where he would take another like he’d taken you countless times, able to watch his hands clawing at supple breasts, the smooth motion of his hips, how his thick cock would split a tight, dripping cunt in two. All the while he would deride and goad you, layering you with taunts, desperate to inflame your envy and ownership.

Your plan for this particular evening didn’t extend that far. You only wished to enjoy the performance of mesmeric women in their most enchanting form, observe Kylo’s undeniable arousal at the same lithe, flexible bodies, and return home to remind him that only you could ignite the billowing flames of a violent release.

Oh, but that plan crumbled when you’d each settled into your seats, just in time for the next show of seduction. A pair of glittered, platform heels slinked near to the pole closest to you, your vision roaming upwards over the statuesque figure they connected to. Delicately laced, ivory fabric shielded her most intimate portions from full view, conforming flawlessly to the curves of her figure. Somehow demure yet indecently sensual.

Lips parted, your breath hitched as the exquisite woman twirled around, her eyes trained to you as she let a wicked smile appear. You were sure this was a regular occurrence, a flirtation she expressed to all the patrons in this room. Yet, as she began to move in time with the decadent beat of the music, her eyes stayed transfixed to you marvelling stare.

In an unprecedented display of courage, you beckoned Kylo closer to you, whispering to his ear. “Her. That’s what I really want for my birthday.”

*To be continued*

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arofili · 4 years ago

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I love reading what you write! It's always such good, easy writing no matter what it's about! Do you have any Russingon fic recs? I'm new to Ao3 and still figuring it all out.

Aww thank you so much <3 <3 that means a lot! and YES I have lots of Russingon fic recs! These are all taken from my bookmarks and I know there are other great fics out there, but these are ones that I have saved and come back to frequently!

(I’m also going to plug my Russingon fics bc I write them a lot and I’m pretty proud of some of those works!)

Blessed Hands Will Break Me by @absynthe--minded - WIP currently at 139k, lots of worldbuilding, from Fingon’s discovery of Maedhros’ capture to the Mereth Aderthad - Absynthe is an amazing Russingon writer, absolutely check her stuff out!

“whoso list to hunt” by vauquelin (elftrash) - 3k oneshot, post-Angband, 1st person Fingon POV - another incredible writer

“Old Pains” by @zealouswerewolfcollector - ficlet, post-reembodiment, Maedhros is unsure of reality

Did My Heart Love Till Now? by @absynthe--minded (with art by @felixwhetsel !) - 5k, Years of the Trees, masquerade shenanigans <3

“stay thy mind, and all the rest” by @mc-dude - 25k oneshot, get together, Fingon visits Maedhros in Himring, the ANGST and LONGING gahhhh !!!

“commit (to the bit)” by vauquelin (elftrash) - 4k oneshot, Years of the Trees, FAKE DATING FOR WORLD PEACE, this author has a GIFT for prose and the subtlety of interpersonal interaction

“cliffs of fall” by @arrivisting - 3k oneshot, nonlinear narrative but generally focused on post-reembodiment reunion with Complicated Feelings - another author with a truly inspiring talent for prose, I reread the wedding scene in this fic at least once a week and it never fails to make me emo

In Equal Measure by @siphilemon - WIP currently at 108k, time-travel fix-it, bullet point fic, not just Russingon but they’re the ones who time traveled and anyway their parts make me go insane

Your colors by @elesianne - 2 chapters, 3k total, Years of the Trees and then Beleriand, gift-giving and anniversaries and dirty talk, so tender and loving, Elle’s Russingon always hits me right in the heart <3

“Like the old season” by Tyelperintal - 1.8k oneshot, post-Angband, Maedhros and Fingon take a walk in the woods, super sweet

“Gifts of the Heart” by @wren-of-the-woods - 10k oneshot, Years of the Trees, really lovely get-together fic, gift-giving, just super sweet and fun

Our Houses Bound Together by @senalishia and @z-h-i-e - 5 chapters, 17.2k total, arranged marriage AU!!, mutual pining, lots of drama, very fun

“just one safe place” by sunflower_diode - 2.1k oneshot, post-Angband, homoerotic haircutting

“All About Your Heart” and its sequel “At Last Broke Silence, And The Ice” by @admirablemonster - first fic is 2k, second is 8k, modern AU ft. aspec Fingon and genderfluid Maedhros!!!, get together, family drama, ice angst <3

Life after Death by Sylanna - WIP currently at 69k, Fingon-centric post-reembodiment fic, slow moving and contemplative, the author is truly the sweetest person ever

What Is Wrought Between Us by @nikosheba - 90k series (with plenty of smut too), complete, canon compliant, ranges from the Years of the Trees all the way to after the Dagor Dagorath, a truly incredible work

“Kindness” by justonelastdance - 1.6k oneshot, Maedhros in a fucked up mental state post-Angband, hurt/comfort - this author writes a lot of Maedhros whump so if you like this check out their other stuff too (this one is just my favorite)

and under the cut, some smut recs....

smut recs

In a Jeweled Crown by @absynthe--minded - 3 chapters, 12k, complete, Fingon’s coronation and the aftermath - this one still makes me go nuts every time I read it

Reconnecting by nyromes - a series with 2 parts, 9k total, first time post-Angband + first time Maedhros bottoms post-Angband

“Bright Defiance” (1.7k) and its companion fic “Very Good” (800 word ficlet) by @edgeoflight - two oneshots, Fingon coaxes Maedhros’ story out of him post-Angband + some PWP - these are some of my favorites, I come back to them frequently

“all your perfect imperfections” by @stormxpadme - 1.8k oneshot, stumpfucking, I’m biased bc this was written for me but I do love it very much, Himring era

“These Games We Play” by @edgeoflight - 1.7k oneshot, the original stumpfucking fic, Himring era

A Surprise At Home by Findecutie and MayGlenn - 25k of pwp, Years of the Trees, newlyweds, crossdressing - part of the much longer Russ and Finno Verse but this was my intro to that verse and it’s good on its own!

“Fuath” by yeaka - 3k oneshot, first time, some truly disturbing manipulation by Melkor but the Russingon here fucking destroys me ;-;

“Rozanne” by yeaka - 2.8k oneshot, Maedhros recovering from Angband, I once saw someone use the phrase “lovingly described blowjobs” and that’s basically this fic

“Sleeve” by yeaka - 2.4k oneshot, trans!Maedhros, Years of the Trees, Fëanor invents the condom for Maedhros and Russingon are incredibly eager to try it out, they’re SO IN LOVE here it gets me every time

Passion and Anxious Care by LiveOakWithMoss - 12.5k total, 2 fic series, modern AU, oh my god they were roommates, get together and then first time, this is another one I return to frequently - this author is/was a BNF a few years ago but hasn’t been active recently

“For nimble thought can jump both sea and land” by TheLionInMyBed - 2.2k oneshot, palantiri foolishness that leads to video sex basically, Beleriand era - another BNF who is/was buds with LiveOakWithMoss

Treat me soft but touch me cool by LiveOakWithMoss and TheLionInMyBed - 4 chapters, 18k total, swoon kink/medical kink, relationship difficulties that are resolved, Beleriand era with a final chapter post-reembodiment, love this one

“Enthroned” by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe - 4.5k oneshot, throne sex, fealty kink, King Fingon era

“A Disgrace to the House of Finwë” by @edgeoflight - 2.3k oneshot, get together/first time, Years of the Trees, they’re just super sweet together <3

“What Happens in Himring” by teasoni - 3.4k oneshot, reunion sex, Himring era, fealty kink, this fic is tagged “finally some dicks get sucked!!!!!!” and I think about that tag every time I write a Russingon blowjob jdkfhdkj

“a light in darkness, hope in woe” by @admirablemonster - 4k oneshot, trans!Maedhros, surprise baby Gil-galad in the middle of the Bragollach

“A lord and his prince” by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe - 3.1k oneshot, early Beleriand era, reunion sex, super sweet and fluffy

“Made of Lava” by @edgeoflight - 2.1k oneshot, Years of the Trees, tender get-together fic with a kind of silly premise

Bend, bruise, beg by LiveOakWithMoss - 5 chapters, 13k total, part of a larger modern AU but tbh I haven’t read the main fic in that verse and this absolutely stands on its own, Maedhros discovering his kinks, chapters 2 (first time) and 4 (butt plug shenanigans) are my favorites

“in a field of stars” by Nacht - 3.4k oneshot, Years of the Trees, first time/get together, the writing style here is really unique and sticks with me

“a sword once sheathed” by @mc-dude - 3.5k oneshot, Beleriand era, reunion sex, the amount of horny longing is truly astonishing

Of Flight and Freedom by @admirablemonster - 2 chapters, 6.6k total, wingfic/wing kink, first time/get together, the Rescue and its aftermath

“Thorns” by yeaka - 2k oneshot, post-Angband, Maedhros with lousy self-worth, Fingon who punishes him with love, bondage

The Ice Between by angrymermaids (who has a tumblr but I don’t remember the url oops) - 7 chapters, 33.5k total, Beleriand era, piecing their relationship back together / trying to get back to being intimate, focus on Fingon and his trauma from the Ice

“much too tall for a boyfriend” by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor - 4.7k oneshot, fem!Maedhros x budding-transmasc!Fingon, Years of the Trees, I think about this fic ALL THE TIME I kind of want to write a sequel to it sjfdhdkjh

“the beat of your heart as my hand touches your skin” by @admirablemonster - 5.3k oneshot, part of the Elves in Pon Farr series, Years of the Trees, heat fic/mating cycles, first time/get together, Maedhros’ first heat catches him by surprise while on a camping trip with Fingon, accidental soulbond

“Beneath the Blanketing White” by @nikosheba - 2.3k oneshot, Himring era, pwp, cameo from little Gil-galad at the end

“What I Am (When I’m With You)” by @thatfeanorian - 5k oneshot, part of a larger modern AU, married fluff, Fingon with baby Gil, ends with some lovely smut, this was written for me so AGAIN I’m biased but I do very much love this one

“open your body and soul to me” by @the-quiet-fire-of-defiance - 2.3k oneshot, Years of the Trees, trans!Maedhros, pregnancy, exhibitionism, sex toys, they’re so in love that it drives me crazy, I can’t stop thinking about this fic djfhkjd

“Like the Golden Fire in Your Eyes” by @sianascera - 3.8k oneshot, Years of the Trees, Maedhros invents nipple piercings, extremely fun <3

#anon #answers #russingon #fic recs #tefain nin #maedhros x fingon #there are truly some incredible writers in this fandom; thank you SO much for all your contributions <3 #save #russingon fic recs

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 4 years ago

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there for you

summary: your best friend Bowen can’t help but draw some connections between you and your favorite show.

word count: 2k

warnings: heavy spoilers for New Girl. like, its basically the premise of the fic

note from the writer: here’s a link to a tweet with the scene im talking about in this fic, its from the episode “Oregon” (season 4 ep 16). shoutout to @bqstqnbruin for finding it for me

Bowen had long since stopped asking to come over before showing up on your doorstep. Usually, he’d send a ‘are you home?’ text to make sure you were around, before heading to your apartment for whatever reason he had in mind.

The latest text had come in twenty minutes ago, so you knew he was going to show up soon.

Like clockwork, you heard a knock on your front door and Bowen greeting your roommates before your bedroom door opened. He was grinning, wide as ever, and you opened your arms for a hug from your position laying in bed, under the covers and in the middle of a New Girl marathon.

“Scoot over.” Bowen grins, barely giving you enough time to react before dropping on top of you, arms wrapped around your middle and his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You paused the show, not wanting to miss anything despite being on your third rewatch.

You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating. If he knew just how much his touch affected you, how many feelings you were harboring from him.

“What’s up?” You asked, pushing away any thoughts about your massive crush on your best friend as you tried to get to the bottom of why he showed up out of the blue. It wasn’t the first time he had done so, but he always had a reason.

“I wanted to see you. Practice was rough.” He mumbled in the crook of your neck. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, how they fell past his lips so easily. Those words made you think that maybe your feelings weren’t so one sided, that there was a chance for you to be even happier than you already were with your best friend.

“You’re going to make me blush.” You teased, downplaying the fact that he really did manage to fluster you. Bowen snorted, squeezing you tightly once more instead of responding to your comment. An easy moment of silence passed, one that wasn’t stifling or awkward and it reminded you once more just how much you enjoyed being around Bowen. Subconsciously, one of your hands threaded through his hair. “I like it when your hair is longer like this.”

Your words were punctuated by a tug on his roots and though he didn’t say anything, he hummed contentedly. You worried that maybe he’d be able to hear the hammering of your heart or he’d know that the smile on your face wasn’t because of your platonic love for him. You feared that he would know—know how much you loved him and know that you had been hiding your feelings for so long. But you couldn’t let yourself think too much about that, you couldn’t let yourself overthink and ruin one of your closest friendships, so you tactfully changed the subject.

“Are we napping or watching my show?” You asked, though you had a pretty good idea what his answer would be.

“Nap, please.” He mumbled, and you could never deny him, especially when he was acting so sleepy and adorable, so you agreed easily. You both shifted your positions slightly, you trying to find the comfiest spot and him climbing under the covers with you, but eventually you both melted into your mattress, Bowen’s head still buried in the crook of your neck.

Bowen tried to stay awake a little longer; to tell you about his morning and the practice he had just come from that had drained his energy completely. But before long, his words were slurring together and when he stopped mid sentence, you knew he had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around you and your fingers carding through his hair.

You tried to stay up too, to relish in the feeling of being in his arms. But you knew that pretending like it meant something more than it did was only going to break your heart more, so soon after he dozed off you closed your eyes and followed suit.

You were the first one to wake up, a combinatin of Bowen’s weight on you becoming slightly uncomfortable and the need to use the bathroom, so you did your best to climb out from underneath him without waking him. You thought you had made it out clear, but the moment your feet hit the floor Bowen was stirring from behind you.

“Where are you going?” He mumbled, causing you to halt your movements. It was far from the first time you had heard his gravelly voice just after he woke up, but it never failed to make your heart race. You swore you could listen to him talk forever, which was a good thing, since he never seemed to be able to stop talking.

“Bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You told him, finally standing to your feet. When you turned back around, Bowen was already watching you with tired eyes that made your heart clench. God, you were so gone for him.

You slipped out of the room without saying anything more, not trusting yourself to not blurt out just exactly how his smile made you feel. When you returned, he was sitting up against your headboard, your laptop open on his lap as he queued up the episode you had been watching before he arrived.

“New Girl again?” Bowen teased when he spotted you enter the room. You playfully rolled your eyes at him, climbing back into your spot beside him on the bed. You mirrored his position, though you dropped your head against his shoulder.

“It’s a good show. Plus, Jess and Nick’s relationship is my favorite.” You told him decidedly, like you had a dozen times before. The relationship between Jess and Nick truly was somehting you strived for—friends that were always in love with each other, no matter the problems that arised and even when they were broken up they did their best to keep the other happy.

“Fair enough.” He chuckled, shifting slightly so that his arm was around you and he could hold you closer to his side. “What episode are we on?”

“Oregon.” You started, knowing you’d have to catch him up on more than just the episode name. “Jess, Cece, and the guys go to Portland because Jess’ dad is getting married. Jess’ boyfriend, Ryan, was supposed to show up but since he lives in England he said it wouldn’t make sense for him to be there. So, Nick’s trying to make Jess feel better because he secretly loves her and I just need them to get back together.”

“Don’t they end up together though?” Bowen asks, trying to recall as much about the show as he could. It might not have been one of his personal favorites, but he knew you loved it, so that was enough for him to try and follow along.

“Yeah, but they aren’t right now.” You confirm. Before Bowen could ask anymore questions, you pressed play on your laptop and continued where you left off. Jess and the group had just arrived at her childhood home, only to find her mom ready to greet Ryan, who wasn’t there. The scene played on, with Nick telling Jess the hard truth that Ryan bailing wasn’t okay.

You could feel Bowen’s eyes on you as the scene changed to Nick comforting Jess in her room. Giggling at the Jordan Catalano joke, you tried your best to focus on the screen and not the piercing blue eyed gaze that seemed to be studying your face. And, like you always did when you got to this scene, you bit your lip to supress a grin as Nick delivered his next line.

“The only thing that matters is that the guy is there for you when you need him. Otherwise, you’re dating a wall.”

“Are you even paying attention, Bow? That’s like, my favorite line. What I wouldn’t give to have someone love me the way Nick loves Jess.” You sighed, settling further against Bowen as the episode continued on. He didn’t say anything in response, other than a quiet hum, but for the rest of the episode you could practically hear the gears turning inside his head as he turned his attention to the screen.

Netflix automatically continued on to the next episode, but as soon as the intro started Bowen’s hand shot out and paused the show. You looked at him curiously; the two of you usually got through at least a couple of episodes whenever you hung out like you were then.

“You know…” Bowen started, trailing off before he finished his thought. He wasn’t meeting your gaze, and it was clear that what he wanted to say was on the tip of his tongue so you stayed silent while he found his words. “I’m always there for you.”

You felt your heart stop beating and skip three beats all at once. You weren’t sure where he was going with his train of thought, but if you had to guess you would be getting your hopes up. Because there was absolutely no way that he felt the same for you that Nick does for Jess.

“Yeah, you are…” You breathed, trying to get him to meet your gaze but instead he stayed focused on your comforter pulled over both of your laps. The hand that wasn’t around your shoulders was toying with the fabric, and in a bid to calm him down enough to get him to say what he needed you slipped your hand into his. Bowen drew in a steadying breath and finally met your gaze, a dozen and one emotions swirling behind his eyes.

“I love you, you know.” He said firmly, like there was no question about it in the slightest and not the very words you had been dying to hear from him for years. You nodded, unable to form words but not wanting to leave him hanging.

You supposed you did know that he loved you. He showed it in his blatant affection and the frequent texts about how his life was going. He cared for you, there was no doubt about it, but you had never let yourself believe that he meant anything more than friendship. And now he was offereing everything you’d ever wanted on a silver platter.

“Bowen,” You started, but you couldn’t find the words to tell him just how much you loved him back. Instead, you moved the hand that wasn’t wrapped up in his to rest on Bowen’s jaw, turning his head just slightly so that you could press your lips to yours in a long awaited kiss that stole your breath.

Kissing Bowen felt so much better than what you imagined. The angle was a little odd and your neck was craned to face him, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You’d share a thousand more awkwardly positioned kisses if it meant you got to be with Bowen.

You were the first to pull away, but you didn’t move far, wide grins on both of your faces as you took in the events of the past few moments. Your friendship was definitely changed, and in place was a relationship that you had been hoping for.

“I love you, too.” You finally mumbled. You wanted to tell him how you had loved him from the moment you met, how he made you fall in love with him with each and every day, but for the moment all that mattered was he knew you loved him just the same as he loved you.

“I hope, or else this is going to be awkward.” He mumbled playfully, leaning in again to close the distance between the two of you. You couldn’t help but chuckle against him, your hand slipping from his jaw to curve around the back of his neck in order to deepen the kiss.

Bowen was the Nick to your Jess, and not a day went by that you weren’t greatful for him.

#bowen byram #bowen byram fic #bowen byram imagine #bowen byram x reader #Colorado Avalanche #colorado avalanche fic #Colorado Avalanche x reader #Colorado Avalanche imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey x reader

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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“Are you always this much of a brat?”

jungkook x reader genre: fluff (college au) word count: 2K

a/n: I wrote this for my lovely angel, @babeejeon. This is not part of the long-term couple! This is just film student Jungkook and student reader working on a class project together. This is pretty unedited so good luck, y’all! I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

YOU knew the dude was cute. You’d known that since the first day of class. However, eyeing him from a few seats away as he focused on taking notes, his eyes squinted to see the projector screen, was a lot different than seeing him in action as he concentrated on the camera screen, his eyebrows pulled together. The man was stunning.

Breaking character, a small smile formed on your lips as you were supposed to be looking solemnly ahead. Jungkook let out a sound of frustration as you giggled. “I’m sorry, you just look so serious, Mr. Director Man.”

“I am serious,” he defended with a boyish smile. “I’m trying to get us a high mark, remember?” You playfully rolled your eyes as he shook his head at you. You and Jungkook were partnered together for a film assignment in your digital story telling class, an assignment you had been worried about all semester as you didn’t have an ounce of film experience. Fortunately for you, Jungkook was actually a film major, which made you feel infinitely more confident in the project.

When he found out you wrote, he easily came up with the idea to make a film about one of your stories, you as the subject with a voiceover of your narration. Little did either of you know, you were almost physically incapable of filming a scene for five seconds without breaking into laughter, which was not a great visual to put with your “sad boi writing,” as you had dubbed it when explaining it to Jungkook.

“Ok, I didn’t think I’d be this bad in front of a camera, but I have seen your films, Kook. I still have total faith in you to pull this off,” you complimented him.

Giving you an unconvinced nod, he looked around the street, planning the next shot. “I think we’re almost done, maybe just one more shot of you walking away from the camera and I’ll follow you.”

“Ah, a scene I can’t screw up,” you grinned. “Good thinking Mr. Director.” He chuckled again, and you decided right then and there you had never seen a prettier smile before.

Set up for the shot, you waited for Jungkook’s cue to start the scene. “Ok, walk,” he shouted out to you, however, you stubbornly refused to move. “Walk,” he yelled louder.

“You’re a director, Jungkook,” you shouted back, looking over your shoulder at him. “Say action.”

“Are you always this much of a brat?” He questioned teasingly, you throwing your head back in amusement.

“Kind of,” you shouted to him, Jungkook chuckling at you.

“Are you ready?” He asked, you nodding exaggeratedly so he’d see it. “Ok, action.”

You began walking, however, five seconds into filming the shot, you tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, though catching yourself easily. Turning around you found Jungkook with a wide-eyed stare and you began laughing loudly, drawing the attention of the people walking by.

“Jesus,” Jungkook breathed out through his laughter as he approached you. “At least you’re a good writer.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, taking the backhanded compliment. “Did we get some ok footage at least?”

“I think we can make it work. I mean, you look good on camera,” he told you, a blush instantly heating his cheeks, as he looked down at the camera, looking over a piece of his film.

“I do?” You pressed annoyingly with a wide grin, Jungkook’s shy smile directed toward the camera as he avoided your gaze. “You look good behind the camera,” you told him, sincerity laced in your tone. “Like you belong there.”

His doe-like eyes softened as he looked at you in surprise. “Thanks,” he said simply before turning the camera off. “I think we got it.”

STEPPING into a café near campus that many college students frequented, you quickly scanned the room, doing a double take on the very man who had been occupying your mind for most of the semester. He had taken up a permanent residency in there since you started working with him on this film project, and the sight of him sitting across the café from you had your heart racing.

Forgetting completely about the drink you came to order and take to-go, you started toward Jungkook, his eyes lifting from his computer screen just enough to catch you in his eye line, doing a double take of his own.

His eyes widened in what almost looked like panic as he ripped his ear buds of out his ears, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you greeted with a smile, your eyes looking from Jungkook to his computer to the notebook he had sitting open next to the keypad.

“Hey,” he said back, still coming down from his surprise, a faint smile on his lips. Your eyes glanced over the notebook just barely catching the title of your short story for your digital storytelling class scrawled onto the top of the page.

Your eyes lit up in excitement at the realization. “Are you editing right now?”

“I-yeah, but it’s not done,” he told you with a panicked edge in his voice.

“How is it so far? Did the footage turn out ok?” You asked.

“Uh,” he started with a small breathy laugh. “You’re smiling and laughing in most of it.” You stared at him with a serious expression, understanding that was not a good thing. “Yeah, we might have to reshoot,” he told you, looking at the computer screen as he clicked through different scenes.

“Fuck, really?”

His eyes flashed up to inspect your face, noting your concern. “Yeah,” he told you with a sympathetic expression.

“I’m a bad actress,” you pouted, Jungkook grinning as he shook his head.

“No, you’re really not,” he told you sincerely. “Kinda think you were born to be in front of a camera.”

Holding back a smile, you dropped your gaze to the table. “What if I gave you a happier story? I could re-narrate.”

“You have another piece?”

“Let me see the footage.”

He pulled the top of his laptop down a bit defensively, to which you glared at him. “I didn’t know you were so protective of your work,” you teased.

“I’m usually not,” he said quietly.

Pausing a moment, you cocked your head at him thoughtfully. “Am I that bad?” You giggled, Jungkook shaking his head immediately in protest before realizing you were kidding. Pink tinted his cheeks as he flashed you a small smile with a scoff.

“It’s really rough right now. I only have a fifteen second intro and then the rest of it just doesn’t fit the vibe of your writing,” he explained, frustration taking over his features.

“Oh the vibes, huh?” You smiled. “Well we gotta get the right vibes, bro, let me look.” Jungkook laughed, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before they glanced back down to the computer. “I’m gonna have to see it eventually, Kook.”

Letting out a big sigh, Jungkook ticked his head to the side. Wordlessly, he opened his laptop wider before handing you one of his ear buds, placing the opposite one in his own ear. “Like I said, I only have 15 seconds done, but there is music,” he told you. “To capture the vibes,” he added with a smile.

“Love music,” you said stupidly, trying to ease his nerves as you sat down next to him and pushed the ear bud into place. “Blow me away, Spielberg.” He chuckled before pressing play, resting his chin in his hand as he nervously awaited your reaction.

Your eyes were glued to the screen as a slow lo-fi kind of beat started playing into your left ear. The screen faded from black to a shot of the sunrise glowing through the street, people walking in and out of the shot on the busy weekday morning.

The scene cut to a close up of your side profile, your hair blowing into your face before you pushed it back, your hand and wrist partially covering your features from the viewers. The camera cut to a zoomed out shot of you from the same angle, showing you seated on the curb of the street.

Next, the shot showed you from across the street, your melancholic expression on display as cars drove in front of you, cutting you in and out of the frame.

The music continued to play as the next shot displayed a closer view of your somber stare, however, it suddenly broke into you smirking as Jungkook’s groan sounded overtop the music. Your laugh played through the ear bud, followed by Jungkook’s giggle.

The following shots were meticulously pieced together shots of you breaking character, making faces into the camera, throwing your head back as the sounds of yours and Jungkook’s laughter mixed overtop the soothing beat. It didn’t take a videography expert to notice how the shots faded in and out skillfully. Jungkook had taken his time putting the film together.

“I thought you said it wasn’t done,” you said softly, eyes still on the screen as your heart raced at the footage. It was shot so… romantically.

“It’s not,” he defended as if being accused of something.

“But it’s amazing,” you told him, peeling your eyes from the screen to look at him. “I’m serious, you were made to do this.”

“Your story doesn’t fit though,” he told you quietly, a pink tint on his cheeks as your gaze fell to his lips.

There was a delay before you turned to take your backpack off, digging inside for a moment. Looking back to Jungkook to see him watching you, you held your journal up. Flipping through to the most recent entry, you placed it in front of him, allowing him to tentatively take it from your hands.

You watched as he read over the words, poetic in their form and romantic in their intent. His lips curved at the corners as he read further, taking in the sentences about his passion for film and how watching his eyes as he filmed a scene could convince you to take up videography as a hobby yourself. You wrote about his bright eyes and the crinkles that formed around them when he flashed his beaming smile. He took in the words that described how you became weightless when he was around, and if he didn’t reach for your hand soon you’d float into the clouds and never return to earth.

Finishing the piece, he looked up at you with wide eyes and a flattered grin, though you could tell he didn’t want to assume.

“Yeah, it’s about you,” you told him with an embarrassed breathy chuckle. “And from what I just watched, I’m pretty sure this writing will fit right into this film.”

He nodded slowly, looking back down at the journal, scanning the words once more. You watched his lips as he did so, aching to feel their touch.

“But if we don’t have to refilm, how will I find an excuse to hang out with you more?” he teasingly asked, looking toward you to notice you staring at his mouth.

“Good question,” you whispered. “Maybe you could kiss me and then take me out on a proper date,” you suggested.

“In that order?” He asked, his hand reaching up to cradle the side of your face, his thumb soothing over your cheek.

“Yes, please,” you barely spoke.

Leaning, in, he wore a smile just before your lips met. His hovered over yours for a moment before you impatiently leaned into him, catching his lips. He easily fell into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly against yours, just enough to show you how badly he had been wanting this moment with you. Your hands grabbed onto waist as he pulled away reluctantly, not wanting to break the kiss but aware that you were in a very public café.

“Fuck,” he whispered out, you giggling in response. “I wanna do that again.”

“Jeez, Jeon, take me out first,” you teased before leaning toward him again, catching his lips in a soft, sweet peck.

The man smiled against your mouth before kissing you repeatedly. “I will take you out,” he whispered. “Over,” he kissed you, “and over,” another kiss, “and over,” and another kiss, making you giggle into the action, “and over again,” he promised.

Smiling, you gave a single nod of your head. “I like the sound of that, Mr. Director.”

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joontier · 4 years ago

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Parallel Palpitations | V1; report i

pairings: dr. park jimin x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: romance, slice of life, humor

warnings: none to note

word count: 2k

g/n: this is just an intro basically ksjdfksjdf but i’d also like to inform yalls this coincides with the Subliminal in Scrubs universe (jk’s installment of TWA)

Parallel Palpitations (the records) | navi. | m.list

Closing his locker with his foot, Jimin tries to carefully balance his books placed precariously on top of each other in his arms as he walks back to the dean’s office where he’s also arranging most of his stuff to take home. It’s already been a week since he’d officially graduated medicine from Busan National University, and he had only kept going back to school to gather all his belongings so he could start reviewing.

“Jimin, is that you?” The question almost knocks clumsy Jimin off his feet, surprised at how there was still any other person in the office besides Kyungjo who was also collecting his stuff to take home. Jimin sets all of his books down first on a desk and turns, only to come face to face with none other than Jeon Jungmin himself, associate professor and chairman of the Jeon Medical Center.

“Professor Jeon! Good evening Sir...It’s already late, professor?”

Jeon Jungmin laughs, patting Jimin on the back, “I was going to say the same to you kid. You should go home.” Jimin flashes the older man a small smile, “Ah...yes, Professor. I’m just grabbing the last of my stuff then I’ll be on my way. This won’t take long.”

“It’s fine, Jimin. The staff know you well anyways,” Jungmin sighs, then rests his weight on a pillar as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You know, Jimin...you’re a very bright student...I think even one of the best in Korea if I do say so myself.”

The young man momentarily pauses with what he’s doing, taking in the professor’s words, “Oh, I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration, Sir.”

Jungmin chuckles as he shakes his head. “It’s true - you’re driven and you’re smart. It’s a fixed formula for someone who achieves great success in life later on. Your parents must be very proud. I would be too, if you were my son too.”

“Thank you, Professor. Everything I do, I do for my parents.”

The older man lets out a deep exhale and gives Jimin another pat on the back. “Just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be a fine doctor Jimin - and the Jeon Medical Center would definitely need fine doctors like you. I realized I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I really hope you will choose JMC for your post-graduate internship. We have a good program here,” Jungmin’s voice goes down to a whisper, “If you wish to, just let me know…”

Someone enters the office and bows to the both of them and recognizes the same man as the professor’s driver. The man collects the professor’s briefcase and coat with one nod of Jungmin. “Well, I’ll head off first, Jimin. I can give you a ride home if you’re done with those.”

Jimin shakes his head quickly, declining the one and only Jeon Jungmin’s generous offer. He’s unsure about the other offer though, but if he lets himself get a car ride home with the chairman himself, the latter might take it as a favorable answer to his proposal to which Jimin is still undecided. “No thank you Sir. I’ll be alright. This might still take a while after all,” Jimin says with an awkward laugh, tapping the top of the stack which was rivaling Jimin’s height.

“Alright Jimin. Get back home safely. And I...hope to see you again very soon.”

Jimin gives him a curt nod. “Good night, Professor.”

He continues on with his remaining tasks, wanting to finish quickly so he could finally go home and rest. “Is he gone?” Kyungjo’s voice startles Jimin, the book in his hands nearly causing the tower of books to collapse. “My god! Stop doing that!” Jimin scolds his friend as it wasn’t the first time Kyungjo’s sleuthing had given Jimin a fright.

“Yeah, he left already. You done with your stuff?”

“Uh-huh. All set and ready to step into the real world,” Kyungjo replies, waving his hands in the air. Jimin narrows his eyes at the other boy, judging him silently. Kyungjo has a particular inclination towards alcohol and Jimin wonders if today was one of the days where his friend indulges himself yet once again.

“Have you heard about his actual son? What was the kid’s name again...uh…” Kyungjo snaps his fingers in mid-air as Jimin asks what was the issue with the chairman’s son, likewise reminding Kyungjo it wasn’t best to talk about it in the dean’s office. “Ah! Yes, Jeon Jungkook. Heard that their relationship got so bad that Jungkook completely cut himself off from the family once he graduated high school and went to Yonsei instead of BNU because of his daddy issues.”

Jimin, unsure how to handle and process that kind of information, simply shakes his head at Kyungjo. “It’s wrong to gossip about other people's lives like that.” When Jimin looks over at his friend, Kyungjo is no longer listening, fumbling with the remote as he turns up the volume of the office television.

“In other news today, two thousand five hundred sixty one students of Seoul National University graduated this afternoon 25th of February, 2023. The ceremony was held at COEX Convention Center in Samsung-dong, Seoul to accommodate the number of graduates this year. With a yearly average of at least two thousand three hundred graduates, this year’s commencement ceremony records the highest number of graduates in the history of the national university.

“Not only did they record the highest number of alumni, but this year also marks the first year to have a foreign national graduate as the school’s valedictorian.” Jimin is listening just as intently as Kyungjo now with both boys focused on the TV screen. “Jeong Yeorum, also known as Summer Jeong by her colleagues, graduates with flying colors today from Seoul National University’s College of Medicine. Here is part of her valedictory speech this afternoon.”

A girl appears on screen and she stands behind the podium with a bright and reassuring smile on her face. “As we embark on the journey of the rest of our lives, I implore you all, to do what you love, because I believe it’s what you’ll do best. There will be countless times of trial, but keep in mind that perseverance will always prevail. Always aim for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Class of 2023, good luck. And remember, graduation is only the beginning.”

“Wow!” Kyungjo claps his hands enthusiastically as he marvels at the girl. “The twenty-six year old, who along with her family migrated to South Korea back in 2015 when her father was reassigned to an office here in Seoul. The valedictorian says she’s not entirely foreign to Korea as her paternal grandmother is actually a native of Jeju. Jeong Yeorum then attended a co-ed high school in Mapo District, where she likewise finished her secondary education with academic distinction.”

The reporters, equally impressed with the girl’s achievements, couldn’t help but add their own comments to the news report, “Wow...I guess some people are simply born for greatness.”

“I agree with you there, Dongho-ssi. We might be looking at the next Bae Jeonjoo, the only woman in the group of doctors who pioneered neurosurgery in South Korea. Ms. Jeong Yeorum, if you are seeing this, we’re rooting for your promising career. Fighting!”

As soon as the news anchors proceed to report other news, Kyungko turns off the television and mentions the time. “Well, she was pretty cute, wasn’t she? Totally my type! Maybe when we get to Seoul to review, we’ll get the chance to meet her...and make her my girlfriend!”

Jimin rolls his eyes at Kyungjo, placing a firm grip on the shoulder, “My friend...you are either drunk, hungry, or high. Either way, you should go home. Don’t worry about me, I’ll just close up here.”

Kyungjo shrugs his shoulders. “You’ll still go, right? To Seoul?”

“I will. Don’t worry.” Jimin gives the other boy a reassuring nod.

“Still half half with the rent, a’ight? I’ll be counting on you, Jiminie...and don’t let me down. Also, tell me when you’re leaving for Seoul so I know when I’m not supposed to bring hot city girls home...they have the tendency to be...loud sometimes.”

This boy was definitely high, and whatever substance he’s taking, Jimin wants none of it.

“That’s your cue, Kyungjo. Go home and take a cab instead.”

“I can drive! I’m not high or drunk!” Kyungjo puts his hands up in the air in defense. “Hey, look, I can even moonwalk!” He proceeds to dance wildly as he exits the office, leaving Jimin questioning how he even became acquainted with Kyunjo in the first place.

You barely hear the sound of your name being called on stage when the audio of Hoseok’s loud whooping completely dulls that of your professor’s. “Oppa! Nobody would be able to make out my name with your audio input!” Playfully shoving your cousin’s phone back into his hands, you continue to mumble your complaints about the poor video quality.

Indignant with your words, Hoseok retorts, “Hey! I’m not a professional videographer, alright? What’s important is the actual moment happening and not how the moment was captured!” Hoseok hooks an arm over your neck, bringing your head to his chest as he gives you a noogie. “Oppa, my hair!!”

Pulling yourself away from his grasp, you quickly pat your hair down but not delivering a solid smack on Hoseok’s back. As you’re fixing your hair, you weren’t able to put much thought into where you were walking, ultimately, and accidentally bumping into someone in a blue and black graduation robe similar to yours.

Quickly, you look up, apologizing profusely at the person. “Oh! I’m so sorry- I…” “It’s okay,” the guy smiles a little, “_________, right?” You’re sure the surprise is evident in your face when he mentions your name when he barely even talked to you during the entirety of med school. “Yes! I mean...hello, Jungkook..” Clearing your throat, you quickly think of something to divert the impending awkward silence, “Well...um, congratulations to you for graduating as the batch valedictorian!” It now dawns on you that he really did graduate on top of the class, “Wow! You’re real smart!” comes your thoughts, unconsciously voicing them out.

‘You’re real smart?’ Really? That’s the best you could’ve done?

Jungkook chuckles, slightly taken-aback by your audible observation. “Oh yeah...um, thanks.” From behind you, you hear Hoseok clear his throat before speaking up. “Hello!” You hang your head low momentarily, already imagining Hoseok making fun of you later for this.

“Right, Jungkook, this is my cousin, Jung Hoseok. Oppa, this is my classmate - Jeon Jungkook.” The two men shake their hands briefly before Jungkook speaks up, “Well, I’ve got to go now. Congratulations to you too Soomin. And Jung Hoseok-ssi.”

As soon as Jungkook gets out of your sight, Hoseok nudges you with his elbow. “Please tell me that man was Jeon Jungmin’s son,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. Nodding your head, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Got a crush on the dude?” Oh god. Here we go again.

“No! Jeez.”

“Why were you so awkward around him then?”

“We barely talked in class. Hell, I don’t even think we were within at least fifty meters from each other.”

“But he’s a handsome man?”

“Maybe you’re the one that’s got a crush on him?”

Hoseok glares at you.

“Do you think maybe you’d know which hospital he might be interested in taking his PGI? Woocheon perhaps?”

It’s your turn to glare at him. “I told you. This incident was only one of our very few interactions ever. I think the last time he talked to me was when he borrowed a pencil during a class and that’s it.”

“Well...if you’d discover where, let me know. Because if he does apply for Woocheon, and we’d happen to get the girl from SNU too....” Hoseok nods his head slowly, stroking his chin “Woocheon will have the A-Team interns this year, you included.”

You roll your eyes, resting your arm against the car door that Hoseok opens for you, “You really think that’s going to pay for you ruining my hair?”

“No, but you’re going to thank me if Woocheon manages to snag the dream team!”

#jimin x reader #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #btsghostie #park jimin #bts aus #bts fic #park jimin x reader #jimin fluff #doctors au

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eddis-wrld · 4 years ago

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c u girl - cole caufield

word count: 2k

a/n: that is not my gif and dion is my oc, i hope you guys like her. here’s what she looks like, but you can imagine anyone you’d like :)

Dion is about to be late for her first college class. She’s rushing, pulling sweatpants and a t-shirt from off the floor and onto her body. She’s stomping around, searching for her shoes, disturbing her roommate, Gigi, who she’s known for all of four days. Dion is partially confused because she’s sure she set an alarm last night, but she has no time to be questioning anything. She mumbles an apology to Gigi who has half a mind to wave goodbye and runs to her biology class. On the way there, she wonders if biology is her first class and begins to pray for a miracle.

Dion arrives with minutes to spare. She’s breathless and hardly notices anyone around her and instead goes to fix her hair, which she’s sure looks a mess. She’s combing through her curls with her fingers, wondering if she smells, Dion is a mess.

Just as she thought she was done, the kid beside her picks a piece of fluff out of her hair and hands it to her.

“Missed one.”

She looks up, slightly embarrassed to be caught grooming herself.

“Rough morning?”

Dion nods. “Thanks. I’m Dion, I’m from New York.”

He smiles, and Dion feels a warmth flood her chest. “Cole. I’m from Stevens Point.” They shake hands, and a spark runs up their elbow from their fingertips.

“Stevens Point? Where is that?” Dion could feel her nose quirk a little.

“Here in Wisconsin,” Cole leans back in his seat a little bit. “It’s no New York if that’s what you're asking.”

Dion holds up her hands in defense. “You said it, not me.” Cole chuckles a bit, and she breaks out into a smile. “I’m sure Stevens Point is really nice. I bet they have tractors and farms and-”

Cole cut her off immediately. “We do not have tractors, okay. We might be a little outdoorsy but-”

“That’s exactly what people say when they have tractors and farms. ‘We’re a little outdoorsy’.”

Cole feels himself get a little pink, but he has to admit she’s right. “Okay Miss New York.” Dion smiles at the nickname.

Just as Dion opens her mouth to say something back. The professor strolls in with a coffee, waving a hand in apology. “Sorry I’m late, class. Welcome to Intro to Biology. I hope you haven’t made enemies with your next door neighbor. He or she or they will be your lab partner for the rest of the semester. Now that’s out the way…”

The next lab didn't come for a couple of weeks. Cole and Dion stay friendly. She keeps the jokes rolling about Stevens Point and the rustic lifestyle. Cole’s a good sport and dishes out a few comments himself, mostly about rats and city grime and pollution. Though she only sees him within the bounds of room 1101, Intro to Biology, Dion likes to think that they might be friends.

When the lab came, Cole was away. He’s missing from his seat, and Dion admits she was a little lonely. Their table was a little quiet that day. The professor emailed her later that night with Cole’s information as well as a paragraph reminding her that partnerships meant that both of them had to work on the lab. Dion responds and promises to divide the work equally. Apparently Cole got a similar email around the same time because he texted her first.

hey new york, missed me today?

The text alone brings a smile to her face.

i’m sorry, who’s this?

couldn’t be that weird kid from stevens point?

very funny

did i miss anything important today

only a lab worth 20% of our grade

are you free tonight? we could work on the writeup tonight

Her fingers are typing out the response before her mind could catch up. When she realizes exactly what she had done, Dion throws her phone across the room. Did she just ask him out? She began pacing the room. No way. No, no, she was getting ahead of herself. This was just two friends, no two classmates getting together to work on a group project. Nothing serious. Nothing out of hand. Thank goodness Gigi is out of the room. They’re just warming up to each other, and Dion would hate to have to explain why meeting up with a classmate has her so worked up. Just as Dion calms herself down, her phone buzzes with a response from Cole. She carefully tiptoes over to where she had thrown her phone, as if loud footsteps had any impact on whether or not he said yes or no.

yeah i’m free

let’s meet in the library in like 30 minutes

Dion feels like her heart might give out. Standing in her room in nothing but a bra and sleep shorts, she has the mild realization that she must get dressed, perhaps fix her hair. Dion tries to calm herself down and reminds herself that they’re just classmates. Just classmates.

Meanwhile, Cole was sitting on a bus back to campus. Half of the team is either passed out from exhaustion or snapping girls terrible pick up lines. It felt good to get back on the ice, put his uniform on. He forgot about virtually everything until he got his phone back with an email about a lab he missed. Normally, he would ignore it. Schoolwork isn’t his thing. Hockey is. But this is a special case. The class he has with the girl from New York with her jokes and pretty smile. Cole will let her make all the jokes she wants about Stevens Point if it means she’ll talk to him. He texts her first. He can’t help himself really. Cole goes straight from the bus to the library. His teammates all head to the dorms, texting sorority girls about some party tonight. He answers with see ya later when they all call out, asking him where he’s headed. The nerves hit him while he’s walking alone, in the dark, to the library — a place he’s not too familiar with — for a girl he might have a crush on.

He finds her sitting at a desk in a corner. Her hair pulled into a puff on her head, curls framing her face.

“I was just about to text you.” When she looks up at him, Cole feels his whole body get warm.

“Well, I’m here.” He sits beside her.

“With no pencil. Or a bag. Where’s your bag?” Dion looks around him as if she’d find anything other than his body sitting beside her. “Why are you all dressed up?” She crinkles her nose a bit, and Cole bites the inside of his cheek.

“I had a hockey scrimmage today. Coach brought us all out to dinner afterwards.”

Dion nods her head. Just another thing about his life that she has no idea about. “Oh. Well, I brought my notes, but you can just take pictures of them, I guess. Oh, and about the lab…” She begins talking, and Cole completely loses all sorts of focus. As he’s said before, school is not really his thing. And he hardly pays attention in class. He scans a page of her notes and looks back at her to make it seem as if he’s listening. Really, he’s just watching her lips move. He is gone.

“Do you get it?” She finally stops talking.

Cole blinks. He scratches the back of his head. “Yeah, I-I mean,” As he’s stammering for answers, his phone rings in the back of his pocket. It’s his brother, and he thinks it’s gonna be something important. Cole is terribly wrong. When he picks up, Brock is at a party, and he knows Dion can hear the conversation between the two.

“Brock?”

“Bro, where are you?”

“I’m at the li-”

“We’ve got bitches, booze, and that girl with the big tits is asking for you. Carly? Cathy? Katie?”

“Okayokayokay, I’ll be there.” Cole is embarrassed. When he turns to apologize, Dion is already packing her bags.

“Wait-”

“Don’t worry about it, Cole. You seem a little busy. I got it. No worries. I’ve shared it with you on a google doc in case you have time on your hands.” She’s practically fleeing the scene. “I’ll see you around.” Dion is out the door before Cole could say anything in response.

He feels like shit. When he looks down, he notices that she left her jacket behind. He texts Brock for his location and keeps Dion’s jacket with him.

Dion is upset. She’s mostly mad at herself. Of course Cole has options. She imagines the girls at the party where he's headed. Tall, blonde girls with slim noses. Girls she’s nothing like. She’s mad at herself for hoping and thinking that their banter was anything but banter. When she gets back to her room, she kicks off her shoes, annoyed that she spent so much time freaking out. She exchanges minimal conversation with Gigi before climbing into bed. She ignores the lab for now. It only makes her think of Cole, and she’ll be damned if she loses any sleep over him.

Cole goes to the party. He finds his brother utterly wasted. His friends put a couple drinks in his hand, slap him on the back, and tell him to loosen up. Clara, the girl he thinks his brother was talking about, finds him moments after he walks in through the door. He smiles politely and tells her he’s not interested. She smiles back at him, and from the corner of his eyes, he can see her walk up to another one of his teammates. In all honesty, Cole doesn’t know what he’s doing here. He decides to go back to the dorm after forty minutes. When all his friends frown and chirp him, he pretends like he’s coming down with something. Back in the dorm, he’s pulling out his laptop and searching up how to write a good lab report into the google search engine.

When Dion opens her laptop the next morning, the lab report has words on it. Words she did not write. Words that are good and make sense with the data they found. She nearly falls out of her chair. Instead she sits up straighter and sends a quick text to Cole.

thanks stevens point

ur not so bad after all

is this a compliment?

miss new york has finally conceded

stevens point > new york city

woah woah

let’s not get too hasty

i was talking about our lab

and just so it’s clear

nyc >>>>> stevens point

He smiles at his phone, and that is enough for Turcs to raise an eyebrow. “Texting someone special?”

Cole loses the smile quickly. He doesn’t want to leave Alex with the satisfaction of having caught him so he quickly responds,“Yeah, your mom.”

But, it does get him thinking. He doesn’t even have her snap, or any of her socials.

miss nyc what’s your last name?

Dion rolls her eyes at this comment.

tryna get my snap?

gonna have to work harder than that

I’m just trying to get to know a friend better

A friend. The comment humbles Dion quickly. She hops on instagram and looks up Cole. He pops up quickly, and she clicks the follow button.

Cole gets the notification and immediately begins stalking. She’s even more beautiful than he thought possible. He slips up and likes a bikini pic from 14 weeks ago.

stalking much, stevens point?

he doesn’t respond except for the thumbs down reaction.

For their next class, he brings her a chocolate chip muffin from the cafe. He does it to see her smile.

“Thank you. How much do I owe you?

He waves a hand. “Nothing. Um, I got it for free.” They both know he’s lying, but neither of them says anything about it.

“Well, I owe you one. I had the wildest weekend…” And Dion is launching into a full story about her weekend and her roommate Gigi and all Cole can do is smile like a lovesick puppy.

#my writing #cole caufield #hockey #nhl #ndtp #cole caufield fanfiction #fanfiction #canadiens #montreal #montreal canadiens

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amanda-teaches · 5 years ago

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It’s For Charity

Summary: Convincing your best friend, Dean, to participate in a charity date auction you’re running turns out to be the easy part. Watching other women bid on him? That’s the hard part.

Pairing: Photographer!Dean x Reader

Square filled: Photography AU for @spngenrebingo and Date Auction for Charity for @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 2092

Warnings: Minor swearing, a whole lot of fluff

A/N: Surprise, a fluffy little one shot for y’all! The prompt that inspired this was requested for me to write by @deanwanddamons for my 2k Writer + Reader Challenge. If you’re a writer too, there’s still some spots open to join if you’re interested!

Grasping the edge of the curtain, you slowly pushed it aside, peeking out to catch a glimpse of the waiting audience. “Hoo…” you breathed, nerves beginning to flutter in your stomach, making you feel just a little bit nauseous. “That is a lot of people.”

As panic began to rise, you felt a hand on your back, followed by a deep, familiar chuckle that instantly soothed you. “Dean,” you sighed, turning around to see your best friend, his ever-present camera hanging around his neck. “Thank God you made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied with a wink, raising his camera to your line of sight. “Besides, heard you needed a photographer.”

You could practically feel your shoulders sag with relief. “You’re the best.” You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in close. “Thank you.”

He pulled back and grinned, keeping his hands on your waist. “No problem. So, a lot of people, huh? That’s great.” You made a face, and he raised his eyebrows. “That is great, right? More people equals more money for the charity.”

“Yes…” you admitted begrudgingly, “but, since I’m the one who has to go out there and start the date auction in front of all those people…”

“Hey,” he said, his hands tightening around your waist. “You’re gonna do awesome. You’re gonna go out there, knock their socks off, auction off a bunch of poor innocent saps, and raise a hell of a lot of money for charity. You got that, sunshine?”

You smiled at the nickname that never failed to cheer you up. “Got it,” you shot back, as he laughed and pulled you into another hug.

“And, you’d better believe, as much as you may try to forget, I’m gonna take enough pictures of you up on that stage that you’re gonna be remembering this night for a long, long time.”

“Oh, God,” you moaned, rolling your eyes as you pushed him away with a smile. He reached his hand back out towards yours, but your assistant, Jessica, came rushing up between you.

“Y/N, we have a problem!”

You raised your eyebrows playfully at Dean. Jessica’s dramatics were a long-running joke between the two of you. “What is it now, Jess?”

“We’re one guy short.”

Your smile fell as her news sank in. “What?!”

“One of the guys dropped out. He’s not coming.”

You shook your head and began to pace back and forth. “Oh, no, no, no…”

Dean glanced back and forth between the two of you. “Wait, I don’t get it. What’s the big deal about a guy dropping out?”

You continued to pace, wringing your hands together. “The agreement we made with the venue was that if we auctioned off at least 10 people, they’d waive the rental fee. If we don’t hold up our end of the bargain, they’ll lose money, which they’ll end up charging us...”

“Which will take money from the charity,” Dean finished. “Damnit, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You turned to him, your eyes widening with excitement as an idea flitted through your brain. “Wait! You could do it!”

A look of pure fear crossed Dean’s face. “No,” he said, swiftly backing up, as if some distance would protect him. “Nuh uh, Y/N, nope.”

You ran up to him and grabbed his hands, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Come on, Dean, please?! I need you!”

He shook his head, his expression adamant. “No way, not gonna happen. You know I don’t do blind dates, Y/N, especially from charity auctions! Who knows what crazy will bid on me.”

You pursed your lips, your voice growing serious, as if you were a superhero trying to inspire a crowd of thousands. “Dean, the charity needs you. Think of the kids.”

He groaned, exhaling his frustration with a defeated sigh. “Shit, sunshine, you’re really pulling all the punches now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t say a word, just smiled up at him sweetly until he finally nodded. “Fine, fine, I’ll do it!”

“Yay!” you yelled, throwing your arms around him. “I love you. You really saved my ass.”

“And, don’t you forget it!” he bellowed back at you as Jess grabbed his elbow, forcibly dragging him back to where the other men were gathered. Once he was out of sight, you took a deep breath, centering yourself, and moved once again towards the curtain, taking your place for your intro.

You ended up breezing through it, the focus of your mission chasing away your earlier nerves. You were so distracted, running around trying to manage everything, you barely even registered the rest of the auction until it was almost over.

Staring down at your iPad to get an update on the money raised so far, you were wandering out onto the main floor, just off the stage, when you heard the announcer call out the last contestant. “Now, ladies and gentleman, we’ve saved the best for last! This eligible bachelor was born and raised right here in Lawrence. He’s a renowned photographer who loves sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. Please welcome, Deannnnn Winchesterrrrrr!”

You lowered your iPad, laughing as you turned towards the stage and the noise. Of course, he’d given them that for his bio. What a dork.

You watched as he walked out onto the stage, strutting his stuff with unparalleled confidence. Laughing uncontrollably, you stared as he turned around, posing with his hands on his hips to the sounds of cat calls and cheering. He may not have wanted to do this, but you had to admit, he was giving it his all. It was pretty impressive to watch.

The cheering didn’t abate, forcing the announcer to start the bidding in the midst of the noise. It started off at the normal $25, but it quickly escalated, growing to over $100 in a matter of seconds from a wide range of interested women.

As you realized what was happening, your eyes shifted to the crowd, watching the bidding war. It was an all out war for Dean, but there was one woman in particular who seemed particularly motivated. She was tall and thin, her outfit doing little to keep her boobs from practically spilling out. You hated her already, and, unfortunately, she was outbidding all the others each and every time.

Your gaze moved back to Dean, who, instead of looking proud over his bidding war, looked incredibly baffled and a bit uncomfortable. You felt a wave of...something wash over you, and you knew you couldn’t let another girl win him. The bidding was up to $350, but you shouted out a higher bid, surprising even yourself. “500 dollars!”

Dean whipped his head around to you, his eyebrows raising with a surprised grin, but you kept your eyes on Miss Cleavage, silently challenging her. She glared at you, but sat back down, as you heard the announcer shout, “Going once, going twice, SOLD for $500 to the lovely young woman by the stage.”

You let out a sigh of relief, your eyes finally connecting with Dean’s, who was staring back at you with amused bewilderment, and, it was only then that you realized the full weight of what you’d just done.

You’d just bought Dean Winchester.

“So $500, huh?”

You tried to ignore the smug look on Dean’s face as he helped you gather up the left behind trash on the banquet room floor, holding out a trash bag for you to throw some confetti in. “Don’t get a big head,” you groaned, giving him a quick glare. “I was just trying to save you from the crazy you didn’t want, remember?”

“Mhmm,” he muttered, still smiling suggestively. He squatted down to meet you at eye level, stealing your gaze away from the dustpan you were holding. “Either way, sunshine, you still spent $500 on me. You know that technically makes this a date, right?”

As you looked into his eyes, all your nervous butterflies came rushing back, and you swallowed, clearing your throat and standing up. “Yeah,” you laughed off, moving away from him. “A real hot date we’re having here, cleaning up trash.”

You thought if you played it off, he’d drop it, but he just grinned wider, his eyes sparkling as he stood back up, following you. “Now, I wouldn’t be worth $500 if I let you clean up trash the whole date, now would I?”

You sighed, turning towards him. “Dean, seriously, you don’t have to…” Your voice trailed off once you noticed he was holding his camera up. “Wait, what’re you doing?”

He took the trash bag out of your hands and placed it on the ground before gripping your shoulders, guiding you gently towards the stage. “I’m pretty sure I promised you some pictures on that stage.”

“Dean! That was when I was giving my speech.” You slowed your steps, playfully resisting his nudging, but he kept walking, making a small smile find its way to your face.

“Yeah, but as you may recall, I was a little busy being drafted into service when you were giving your speech.” He moved you up the steps, onto the middle of the stage, turning you around so you were facing out towards where the audience had been. “Work with me here, sunshine.”

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, posing for Dean as he ran down the steps and raised his camera, snapping a few quick shots. With his eye still to the camera lens, he raised a finger, signalling you to turn around, and you complied, laughing and shaking your head as you spun.

“Good, perfect,” he exclaimed, beaming at you from behind the camera. He lowered it and looked at the viewscreen, his grin widening. He quickly bounded up the steps, taking them two at a time until he reached you. He held the camera out, showing you the pictures. “See? Gorgeous.”

You smiled, looking at the picture, but, once you looked up into Dean’s eyes, your smile faded, a sharp intake of breath replacing it. His look was electrifying, filled with fire, and it made your heart quicken in response.

Dean stared at you silently for a moment, biting his lip, his gaze dropping ever so slightly to your mouth before rising slowly back up to your eyes. “Y/N, I need to know. Why did you really bid on me?”

You swallowed, breathing in deeply, a shiver coursing through you. “The truth?”

“Have we ever lied to each other?”

“No,” you admitted reluctantly. You sighed again, knowing you had to come clean. “When I saw all those girls bidding on you, I don’t know, something just came over me. I didn’t want any of them to win.”

He smirked softly, his amusement growing. “Why, Y/N Y/L/N, were you jealous?”

“Jealous? Me? No,” you scoffed, but then you remembered you could never lie to Dean. “Okay, maybe a little, but those girls were nowhere near good enough for you!”

He turned to face you head on, his eyes filling with a yearning you’d never seen before, but one you’d prayed for every night. “Then, who is?”

“Me, okay!” you yelled, finally admitting what had long stayed hidden in your heart. “Me. That’s why I bid on you, Dean, because I’m the one that’s good enough for you, I’m right for you. And, I know we’re just friends, and I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend, but I want you, Dean. Maybe I’m an idiot, maybe I’m imagining things, but I don’t care. I can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else, as selfish as that sounds, so when I saw it happening right in front of me…”

Suddenly, his lips slammed into yours, stopping your rant mid-breath, and it felt like you were flying. You moaned, melting into him, and his arms wrapped around you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. It was then and there that you decided you never wanted him to let go. In fact, you were pretty sure this is what heaven must feel like.

When your lips parted, both of you were breathing heavily, Dean’s forehead resting against yours. “Damn, sunshine.”

You panted softly, your hands slowly finding their way to his chest. “So, I’m not imagining things?”

He shook his head, the movement minimal while his forehead still touched yours. “I want you, Y/N, no one else.” He pulled back, looking into your eyes with an overjoyed smile. “It’s always been you, sunshine.”

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Chronicle of a heartbreak Foretold - P1

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/ Lovers to Enemies

Word Count:1.9k

Warnings: Cheating/ Heartbreak/ Distrust/ Lying/ Manipulating/ Cursing

Rating: PG

A/N: Unedited. This is part of the October project for Castle Bangtan. Which was take a popular trope and reverse it. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Park Jimin was what you had always wanted in a man and maybe also what you didn’t want.

Masterlist

Intro

December 15th

Oh December 15, you are one hell of a memory.

Who could forget the first time Jimin had tried ‘befriending’ Taehyung?

You had barely told your best friend about the new guy in your department who had quickly turned into your boyfriend. Gushed about him until he couldn't take it any longer.

Every waking second where Taehyung would give you an opening, you would take the chance to talk about Jimin.

“I get it… you feel like this dude is it for you.”

“He-“

“He’s not. He’ll hurt you and you know it deep down.”

And just like you took every chance to speak about him. Taehyung took every chance to shoot you down on the spot.

Now, the memories of that day had nothing to do with you and more to do with Jimin giving him another reason to despise him.

According to Taehyung’s angry phone call that day, Jimin was acting a fool.

They ran into each other at work. Now you think maybe working with your best friend and your boyfriend wasn’t the best idea. But what was done was done.

"Ay, what's up?" Just the opening of that conversation was catastrophic. It was meant to be such a disaster that people around them who had no clue about what was going on, knew that the outcome would be negative.

Taehyung nursed a hot beverage, using all of his self-restraint to avoid pouring it over the young man in front of him.

"Hey" his face remained stoic during his answer.

"I'm Y/n's boyfriend. Jimin."

"I know" no change whatsoever.

"And you're her best friend, right? Taehyung?"

"Yes."

What was the need? What was the reason? Taehyung couldn’t quite figure it out. But there had to be a hidden agenda behind why this man -who he was sure knew he despised him- was trying to initiate a conversation with him.

"So, I was wondering..."

About what? He wondered. There was nothing he could ask from a stranger. Because that is what they were until then.

"Do you think there's a possibility that I could borrow like 2k from you? I had this thing come up and really need the mo-"

The scoff and amused smile that followed, effectively cut Jimins's sentence off.

"You must be kidding."

"I'm not..." He had the audacity to say that with a 'genuine' smile.

"Listen here dude. I don't like you and even if I did like you, I don't know you and even if I knew you, I wouldn’t give you 2k just cause you asked."

What pissed Taehyung off the most, was that fact that you had mentioned to him that Jimin was going on a trip to Busan in a week to visit his best friend Hoseok and they had a whole lot of activities planned. So how come if he had an emergency, he couldn’t cancel his trip and use the money for that.

Yet who was Taehyung to confront Jimin about an issue that had nothing to do with him.

The phone call that you received that night was hurtful, a bit annoying and a tad uncomfortable.

Taehyung told you about the entire thing. Brought up the trip to Busan. Told you to end things with Jimin. That he was using you for who knows what reason. That someone who lies to their girlfriend about something so small is only hiding something worse.

“I’m not going to stay around forever to protect you!”

“I didn’t ask for your protection or anyone’s, Taehyung!”

“Well you evidently need it ‘cause no sense is entering that thick skull of yours! Your boyfriend is using you! Bye!”

The warnings -to you- we're unnecessary and uncalled for. But he was only looking out for you, right?

January 1st

Some days, you just forgot about all the bad that surrounded your relationship. All the ominous air that exuded from the ground, the walls, the people, and anyone who sentenced your love to death.

You contrasted all of it with a bubble. A bubble that couldn’t be destroyed from the outside, a bubble that contained only Jimin and yourself. Keeping you both safe from the toxicity in the air.

"Happy 4-month anniversary babe!"

"Happy anniversary Jimin!"

You were so excited about today. Jimin had promised a day full of fun and laughter. Both of you relaxing from a stressful week at work and enjoying your 4-month anniversary.

It all began with him picking you up —well technically going to your apartment and having you drive to the place— but that wasn't important.

You opened the door to your apartment with excitement, bouncing on your tippy toes in expectance of your loving boyfriend.

The view in front of you didn't disappoint. His blue-gray hair swept to the side, white buttoned-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slim fit slacks with a pair of loafers. His eyes crinkled as a reaction to his wide smile, his cute little teeth showing up to greet you.

In his hands, a turquoise box presented itself with a red bow around it. You didn’t expect for him to buy you anything for a 4-month celebration.

"Aww, baby you didn't have to. What is it?"

"Open it and you’ll see."

You both took a step inside the apartment and took a seat on the couch, setting the box on the coffee table, ready to investigate the contents of the box. Your hands shook with excitement, a reflection of the speed of your heartbeats.

Slowly undoing the bow, careful not to rip it and removing the cover for the box, you were left speechless, when did he even get the time or money to buy you this.

The gasp heard throughout the room, was a clear indication of the feelings roaming your body.

"You did not!" Your eyes were saucers as they stared at him.

"But I did!" He smiled widely.

"No frikin way!"

"Yes, way!"

"How did you get LawBreakers Collector's edition. I thought it was sold out?"

"Not for my baby, she gets what she wants."

"You are the best!" You said, hugging him around the neck so abruptly that, you ended up knocking both of you off the couch.

“That I am!” He said in between giggles as he stroked your cheek lovingly.

Needless to say, the rest of your day got even better as Jimin took you to a nice restaurant for dinner, later guiding you to a park for a late night walk as you both spoke about everything and nothing and back to the apartment to play with your new game for a while until he finally had to go.

January 20th

As per Jimin's text the day prior, he wanted some help arranging his apartment. He said something about getting rid of old stuff he no longer needed and open space for newer things, so as the dutiful and helpful girlfriend you are, you complied.

You arrived as early as possible, meaning 10am since Jimin —and your self— slept a lot.

You began at the bedrooms and expected to finish in the living room.

You were currently cleaning the spare bedroom, trying to not meddle too much into his personal things, limiting yourself to only touch and move stuff that were necessary for cleaning purposes and as soon as you were done, you set them back into their place.

In the process, you accidently stumbled into a box, knocking out its content.

You didn’t bother checking any of it and shoved it all back in with your hands.

"Jiminie, where do you want this box?" You yelled from the room.

"Which one?" his head popped through the door as he asked.

You shook the box slightly, showing him the one you were speaking of.

"I don't even know what's in there"

He sat on the floor beside you to inspect the contents of the box in question. finding a ton of old puzzles and... some letters.

You picked up one that he set on the side, investigating further, and noticing that they seemed to be addressed to him.

"Who's Naeun?" You asked.

"She's my ex, the one who helped me rent out this place, remember."

You did recall him mentioning her once or twice, but not enough to think about her much. Maybe you should have paid more attention.

"And you… keep the letters she gave you?" You knew how it sounded —like you were insecure— but it didn’t matter, you needed to hear his reasons, for your peace of mind.

"Not 'cause I wanted to, I probably forgot about them, since I moved here when we were still together. Just get rid of them."

"Ok..." The inner peace never came, but you pushed down the feeling and did as requested.

You walked with a small pile of at least 20 letters in hand, ready to dispose of them in the kitchen’s trash. Yet you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t throw the out. Why not?! They weren’t written for you or by you. But they felt heavy in your hands. And without a second though you hid them in the backpack you had brought with you, quickly returning to cleaning.

3 hours went by of cleaning and re-arranging stuff. Your letter misappropriation, already forgotten. You decided on ordering some sushi and sat on the living room’s floor enjoying this long-awaited break.

"So..." You began hesitantly.

"What? What are you thinking?" he eyed you expectantly.

"What was she like?" you blurted out.

"Who?" He asked, half a roll in his mouth.

"Naeun… what was she like?"

"Oh, she was nice… at the beginning of our relationship. She was caring and loving. We had a lot of fun together, and she was very giving. We met back in Busan and we lived together for a while, but… then she started to change… and she started coming home less and less, until one day she came home… smelling like perfume… another man’s perfume for that matter and on the following day they showed up together, just to tell me that she had to leave and could no longer be with me..."

"No…"

It broke your heart; how could someone be so selfish. She could have at least broken up with him first and why bring the dude to his place or …well their place. Suddenly you remembered the letters and felt bad. Maybe those letters were her apologizing to him or maybe being cruel and giving him goodbyes. You were prying, you knew that, but you couldn’t fix it now. You would wait until you were home and get rid of them like you should have from the very beginning.

"Yeah, she took some of my stuff as well when she left."

"That's so unfair, you should have fought for your things babe." how could she?

"At the time I didn't feel like I wanted things that could later remind me of her. But I guess I should have fought for them... at least the important ones."

“What kind of things did she take? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all. We used to have 2 gaming consoles; she took one. Also took away a couple of my shirts. Some Jewelry; nothing expensive. And games.”

You nodded in understanding, letting a silence fall over both of you after his last sentence.

The remaining rolls were swiftly consumed right after and in the blink of an eye, you were back to cleaning.

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