#and i raced this weekend with my friends and i felt so useless the whole time

[indycar-series]

rant in the tags

[chateautae]

flirt | pjm. (m)

➵ summary :  park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in

➵ pairing : jimin x reader

➵ genre :  college!au, sexual tension, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 4k

➵ warnings : super suggestive flirting, alcohol consumption (both parties able to consent), swearing, light dom and sub themes, soft dom!jimin, brat!reader, little bit of brat-handling, dirty talk, praising but also degradation? it’s hot i promise, use of slut, slight body worshipping, mentions of oral, jimin is hot and yes that’s a warning in itself, breast play, unprotected sex, penetrative + rough sex, bit of angsty sex, creampie cause i seem to not like it any other way

➵ a/n : and my first jimin fic is here!! dear god i love this boy to the moon and back so i got a bit carried with him lmao, hopefully this isn’t terrible cause i still need to edit it but your support and feedback are always appreciated!! <3

2 hours.

2 hours since you first came to this party. You’ve bumped into at least a hundred people, danced your legs numb, God knew how many and what concoction of drinks were inebriating your system and still, you hadn’t seen Park Jimin the whole night. 

The only reason you even dragged yourself to this party was because of him. You were initially bailing on the annual ‘one-last-hurrah-before-midterms’ party because you, like everyone else here had midterms haunting them Monday. It was Friday night and as the ever diligent student, you were planning to study over the weekend.

Though your nagging best friend Hoseok had other plans, threatening you to come with every piece of dirt he had on you until he finally sprinkled Jimin’s name into the mix. You couldn’t lie, it was the only reason you decided to hell with your education, wiggled into a barely-there dress and waltzed in with Hoseok ready to take the night on.

But when you hadn’t seen Jimin at all, you were left annoyed, pissed off and with a headache raking your brain.

Seeing him was a selfish desire, one you’d develop after realizing you had met your match when you first encountered Jimin. You were always fairly notorious for your flirtatious habits and touchiness, a sort of trademark of yours and the same was always said about a ‘Park Jimin’ unknown to you, sometimes described to be an even bigger flirt.

It automatically intrigued you, curious of what kind of rival you secretly harbored until one day, you chanced upon Hoseok who just so happened to be with Jimin. 

At first, you didn't think Jimin could be a daring flirt. He had this sweet smile and disciplined way of speaking that screamed innocent to you, his mannerisms and demeanor shy and introverted. He didn’t make big moves and so you wrote him off as just that. 

But it wasn’t until you started seeing him outside your class’ building, alone, and multiple times after that, enough for you to realize he was anything but shy or innocent.

You ended up observing that a) he was sex on legs, b) easily flipped between the persona of an angel and a demon and c) anything he did could seem flirting. 

You two hit it off without a hitch, your flirtatious tendencies meeting to form a relationship of mutual interest. It was clear as day, both your actions almost always held some sort of unknown intentions behind them, your every saying a double meaning. 

It became the norm between you two, anytime you met turning into a conversation riddled with innuendos, suggestive lip-biting or eyes that couldn’t help but wander. And you weren't stupid, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You two were dangerous, testing the limits of either’s control, hoping someone would give in and only left disappointed when nobody did. 

So when Hoseok mentioned this party, and graciously added Park Jimin’s name to it, you knew this was your chance. A party with buzzing bodies, loud music and copious amounts of alcohol was bound to set him off, especially if you were dressed scandalously and felt bolder with liquid courage pumping through your system.  

But it’d been 2 hours, and you hadn’t seen him all night. You were taking another shot in the kitchen, sulking by yourself and reflecting on the fact that you’d been duped by Hoseok. This party became useless to you, a mere waste of your time as you quickly discarded your cup and began stomping out of the kitchen.

You ventured further into the house to look for Hoseok’s 5’10 ass, tell him he’s the worst best friend for lying to you and that you were leaving this disappointment of a party.

You stepped around people mindfully, dodging them until you rammed smack dab into someone’s back, scrambling for an apology before looking at the unaffected victim.

Park fucking Jimin.

“Y/N!” Jimin beamed, holding a drink in his hand as he smiled widely.

“Jimin, hey! I thought you didn’t come tonight.” You attempted biting back your smile from finally finding him, shouting over the bass of the music as you met him on the dance floor.

“I just ran late. You know me, of course I’d be here!” Jimin raised his drink to his plump lips and sipped, stepping side-to-side in rhythm with the music. 

You couldn’t make him out that well, the disco lights of whatever lights system the only means of seeing him in the dark, but you swear the smirky grin on his face as he scanned you over wasn’t just a figment of your imagination, ecstatic that you already seemed to be reeling him in. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, I already had-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as someone’s raging body stumbled into yours suddenly, sending you off balance until Jimin reached out for you cautiously.

“Woah, easy there.” Jimin’s arms quickly held you, flashing a scolding look at the person who bumped into you and pulling you towards himself. “Are you here with someone tonight?”

“Yeah, Hoseok! I was looking for him.”

“Why’s that?”

“I.. wasn’t having fun, so I wanted to leave with him.” You swiftly masked the real truth, your voice becoming less of a shout as Jimin encased you, just a few centimeters between your bodies as you peered up at him, cheeks flushed with heat and alcohol.

“Leave with him? Damn, didn’t know you two were like that.” Jimin flashed you a suggestive look, raising his eyebrows.

“Shut up, you know we’re just best friends.” You both erupted into a fit of chuckles as you hit his chest, your hand smacking against his jacket and now that you were close, registered what a meal he looked like tonight; ripped black jeans, plain white t-shirt underneath a distressed jean jacket, all pulled together sexily by his tousled hair, small hoop earrings and a Chanel necklace decorating his neck.

Dear God, how many times you’ve ached to kiss that pretty, pretty neck.

You internally groaned, habitually drawing closer to him as you enjoyed the warmth of his body, nostrils filling with the familiar scent of his intoxicating cologne.

“So I hear you wanna have some fun.” Jimin perked up, eyes amused and hands smoothing over your sides slowly after faltering from your arms.

“Are you suggesting I’ll have fun with you?”

“Of course, gorgeous, but up to you how we do that.” Jimin stepped dangerously closer to you as his voice lowered, your face tucked into his chest as his body blocked other people from touching you.

Excitement shot to your center at his use of a pet name, a common occurrence during your exchanges though his choices of which always an added thrill. 

“And what if I just want to leave and eat at a diner instead?”

“Then I’d definitely take you, food and you? A win in my book.”

You cocked an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Adding me to the mix suddenly makes it a win? I’m not the one on the menu, Park.” 

Jimin’s eyes seem to blow out, leaning down as his plushy lips ghosted your ear as he spoke, tone darkened, “We can change that, princess.”

A thrill shot throughout your body, hyper aware of his lips mere inches from your face as your heart began to race, turning towards him expectantly.

You began advancing slowly to decrease the gap between your mouths, feeling him inch forward in response, letting him hover just above your lips for a tease before you stopped, “I’d like to see you try, Park.”

Then you abruptly turned out of his hold and walked away, making it through a few people into a hallway, allowing yourself to breathe. You loved teasing Jimin, it was an incredibly entertaining pass time but dear God, did it knock the fucking wind out of you. 

You were mentally recuperating from the fact that he almost let you kiss him, distracted as you stepped away until someone suddenly snatched your arm and pinned you against the nearest wall. You were honestly shocked to see Jimin, surprised he actually took your bait and stayed on your trail to stop you. His dancing eyes held nothing but greed, evident even in the darkness of the party.

“You know just how to test people, don’t you?” Jimin warned as he narrowed his dangerous eyes at you, holding your hot-skinned wrists against the cool wall. 

“Of course I do, it makes things fun and last time I checked,”  You brought your face to his and left only an inch between you two, “that’s just what I want.”

Jimin visibly grew less tamed, glancing down towards your lips as he tried breathing controllably, “Careful what you wish for, princess. It might come true.” 

“And if that’s what I want?” You titled your head expectantly, licking your lips as you watched Jimin bite his own. He eyed you the whole time, making it a statement to drink you in every inch of you. 

You could smell the alcohol on him, assuming liquor was the only driving force behind his actions but then contemplated his level-headedness, his coherent speech and clear judgment in this moment.

Jimin was choosing to chase after you, choosing to not let you go after weeks of incessant back and fourth and you knew you were finally getting closer to exactly what you wanted. 

Park Jimin giving in. 

“You’re fucking hot.” Jimin commented, eyes eating you up hungrily.

“You’re hotter.” You grinned and leaned back against the wall, cleavage unintentionally popping out for him and Jimin’s look immediately shifted, bringing his body closer against yours.

“You look submissive as hell right now, is that what you like? To be dominated?”

“Only if you like to dominate.” 

Jimin could feel the reigns on his control snapping, biting down to contain his raw desire to fuck you. He’s been holding himself back, knowing you seemed willing on your end of the interactions but never wanting to take the leap in case it was all just an act. 

But as he watched you go along with his every comment, staring back at him with the same devious eyes and practically offering yourself to him in his hold, he knew you weren’t acting at all. 

“You talk a big game, but can you put your money where your mouth is?” Jimin leaned his hips against yours, ensuring you could feel his growing hardness. 

“My mouth can do a lot of fucking things, Park.” You jutted your hips into his.

Jimin shut his eyes frustratedly before he re-opened them, a downright obsidian colour taking them over.

“Go the fuck upstairs.” 

“Wh-”

“I said, go the fuck upstairs.” Jimin demanded, looking at you with conviction so searing you in fact did become submissive. 

“W-which room-” You didn’t complete your question as Jimin’s deft hands encased you and lifted you off the ground, bridal-style.

“Jimin-!” You exclaimed.

“Say another word and I’ll make sure you feel me in your throat.” 

You immediately swallowed your mouth shut as Jimin cluthed you to him, core alighting with desire as he carried you up the stairs. Jimin arrived at the second floor and rushed towards the first room with an ajar door, shutting it with your feet after entering.

He made towards the bed and practically threw you onto it, stepping away to lock the door before leaning against it, arms crossed and serious. 

“You sure you want this?” His voice came out considerate, no haste or pressure.

“Yes, Jimin.” 

“You’re completely sure?” 

You nodded incessantly. 

“I need your words, Y/N.”

“Yes.” You affirmed, unintentionally becoming submissive as you awaited him, and Jimin couldn't resist you, not any longer. He made towards your smaller figure on the bed and immediately crashed his lips onto yours, knee sinking into the mattress as he leaned over you, splaying you onto the bed.  

He held your wrists against the sheets, kissing you open as his plump lips worked tirelessly against your mouth. He continued to swallow you, opening up to catch all of you as he sank further downwards to feel your body arch into his.

His wet tongue glided over your lips and you welcomed him in lightspeed, letting his muscle entangle with yours hastily and you instantly loved the taste of him. 

Jimin’s kisses began deepening, exploring your mouth like he was dehydrated and your mouth was fresh water. His thigh began pressing against your core and you moaned into his mouth as Jimin disconnected from you, panting for air. 

“Don’t fucking do that.” He voiced frustratedly, his full lips swollen and pink as he tried to contain himself. 

“Do what?” 

“Fucking moan, it does shit to me.” 

“Sucks for you, I’m responsive as fuck.” You snipped as his sudden confession made you hot, squishing your thighs together. Jimin took notice and he flashed a look at your core. 

“Responsive, huh?” Jimin let go of your wrist, sliding his hand down your body before pressing his fingers to your heat through your dress. You instantly gasped, arching as you felt your walls clench around absolutely nothing. 

“J-Jimin.” you warned him weakly. 

“Mm?” Jimin paid no attention as he lowered himself to your neck and began kissing, tonguing, sucking at a spot that had you cowering and squirming underneath him. 

You groaned as your free hand tangled into his hair, hugging him to your neck as you basked in the glory of his plush lips devouring you. He was laving and nibbling at your skin, continuously kissing the area of your carotid all while rubbing his hand against your clothed cunt. Jimin began rutting his body against yours, the tip of his cock prodding you the more he moved.

“Fuck you, Jimin. This isn’t fair.” You moaned breathlessly

“As fair as it gets, princess. You wanted to see my try, yeah?” Jimin suddenly stopped his movements on your core and slid his hand up your bare thigh, only to shift your stained panties to the side and glide his fingers all over your bare pussy. You gasped Jimin’s name and tugged at his hair harshly, the alcohol hazing everything over with sensitivity and trying to sustain the sheer amount of pleasure he was rewarding you.

“N-nothing’s fair about this.”

Jimin smoothed the pads of his fingers over your slick core, eliciting your incessant gasps, “Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” 

He was leaving purple marks all along your neck and chest, moving down to the valley of your breasts and you whined headily, hating that he had such an advantage in this position. 

You immediately grew bold enough to push him off by his chest, detaching him as Jimin looked at you confused. “Y/N, what the fu-” was all Jimin could get out before you stood up and gripped his cock through his pants, his breath immediately hitching. He looked at you with surprised eyes, growing weaker in your hold as you walked him back against a vanity in the room.

You had no clue who this room belonged to, but you could care less when you were minutes away from getting fucked by Park Jimin.

He let out breathy little moans as you palmed him, shutting his eyes in bliss as he turned harder by the second, leaning back against the counter. You planted your lips to his neck and mouthed fervently, making sure you embellished his skin with your desire for him. “F-fuck. Y/N, this isn’t fair.”

“Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” You mocked him and began rubbing at his shaft, sucking hickies onto his pretty neck and licking over the areas your teeth grazed. Jimin continued groaning, hugging you close to him as he fisted his hands against your body, trying everything to cherish the pleasure he felt. 

The person he’s been desiring ever since he heard about you, his every nerve thrilled by your ability to counter him, match his energy of constant flirting and testing the waters, venturing further than him sometimes.

You were just so tempting and Jimin wanted every last bit of you. 

That sentiment increased when he felt your hands snake towards the belt of his jeans, unbuckling harshly with need so apparent he wanted nothing but to stuff your walls, now. 

“No, fuck off, getting inside you first.” Jimin denied your hands, capturing them in his hold.

You instantly whined, “But Jimin, want you to fuck my face.” You pouted into his neck, kissing along his collar bones as you rutted against him. 

“Fucking God, I’m destroying you for that.” Jimin wrapped you up in his arms and switched the positions, shoving you against the vanity, your ass on the edge of the counter as Jimin stood in between your spread out legs, lips meeting yours again. 

Jimin lifted the skirt of your dress up and over your backside, pooling around your waist as his hands slid over your fleshy thighs to the band of your panties. He pulled only to snap them back against your skin, the contact making you gasp.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?”

“And why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?” You chastised, hands greedily shoving his jacket off him even with your mouth attached to his.

Jimin didn’t allow the action to compromise your kiss either, practically ripping his jacket off and breathing hard against you as he threw it away. He then pulled his t-shirt over himself, revealing his toned, lean body underneath and only leaving his Chanel necklace hanging over his bare chest. You licked your lips at the sight of his smooth and pretty body, the outline of his abs like a work of art.

You reached out to touch him, his face and skin flushed with lust as he watched you. “You’re so hot, Jimin, so pretty.” You praised, eyes ogling him.

Jimin smirked proudly before speaking, “Your turn.”

He searched for the zipper of your dress and unzipped hastily, peeling away the top to reveal your naked breasts and now it was his turn to ogle at you.

“Fuck me, you’re prettier.” He huffed out, eyes blown out entirely.

“Probably not as pretty as your cock, let me suck.” You pouted playfully and pulled him closer to you with the back of your shins, hands greedily feeling up his bare chest.

“Only good girls get to suck my dick.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking brat and a half.” Jimin started kneading your breasts, licking his lips as he watched you spread your legs wider for him and lean your head back out of pure bliss.

“I am not a brat, you just fucking take 10 years to get it on.” You snapped back, moaning in between at the way he groped your breasts, rolling the buds of your nipples with his fingertips.

“Sorry I was a fucking gentleman, didn’t know you were such a cock-hungry slut.” Jimin bit as he planted his thick lips to your perched nipple, eliciting curses from you as his tongue began swirling around, sucking teasingly.

“You just can’t fuck, isn’t it? All bark and no bite?”

Jimin scoffed darkly at that, sucking harder on your sensitive nipples before letting go with a pop. “I’ll fucking break you is why I kept holding off, you’ll regret this, princess.”

“Break me then, Jimin, please. Fuck me like you say you will, I need you.” Your arousal became unbearable as you grew hornier, rocking your hips against him for friction while he laved at either of your nipples.

“I will, baby. Get these off and I’ll fuck you so good.” Jimin tugged at your panties and you lifted your ass for him to discard them.

You unhooked Jimin’s belt and shoved into his pants, pulling his boxers and jeans down until you finally freed his leaking length, thick and throbbing to be treated.

What you always thought was right, his cock was pretty just like him. You graciously pumped him, spreading his pre-cum over the head as you watched him lean his head back, kissing under his jaw.

“So pretty, Jimin, just like you.”

Jimin stopped caring about any and everything and instantly grabbed one of your legs, spreading you wide open for him and situated himself before your entrance.

He brought a hand over yours pumping his member and moved you quicker against his hot flesh, looking down at the lewd scene and your pretty pussy aching for him.

“Look at you soaking, baby, so much prettier.” 

You moaned needily, the back of your shins urging Jimin closer to you again as you whined. “Jimin..”

“Raw?” he breathed impatiently. 

“Fuck yes, birth control.”

Jimin didn’t even take a millisecond before he was pushing against your hole, placing the hand that was pumping his member now against your pelvic bone, pressing down to feel himself sink inside of you.

You instantly careened, moaning out so loud that if there wasn’t music blaring in the house, everyone would know how stuffed Jimin made you feel.

“Fuck-Jimin! Stop doing that, it feels too fucking good..!” You nearly cried, the pressure of Jimin’s hand making you feel any and every ridge, vein and hardness of his thick cock, your walls drinking him in.

“Fuck you, this is what you get.” Jimin blurted as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning satisfyingly at your warm walls hugging him before plunging to make out with you.

Jimin began fucking you with conviction, determination to drive you insane for him as he spread you open. He thrusted fast and hard from the get-go, neglecting to set a pace knowing how much of a cock-loving brat you were. His thumb resting just above your clit dipped down to lightly play with your bud, tease it, all the while licking into your mouth and thrusting into you.

You gasped hard, so much that Jimin’s name was the only thing coherent within them and he swallowed all your sounds with his lips. Your body was on fire at the drag of his cock, shocked at how wet you were when he hadn’t even fingered or eaten you out, his cock doing all the work, leaving you only thinking of Park Jimin’s sheer power.

You wanted all of him so badly, wanted him to ruin you, destroy you like he said he would, fuck you open like he always insinuated he would.

“Jimin, please, harder! Fuck me like the brat I am, teach me a fucking lesson.”

“Princess likes it hard, huh? Want me to fuck this pussy up? Make it all mine?” Jimin’s words were so filthy they had you clutching onto him tightly, arousal gushing from you as Jimin impaled you harder, snapping into you.

His thumb continued its onslaught, your walls convulsing to his every stroke as you gripped his shoulders and kissed him, biting his plushy bottom lip as he fucked you harder.

“Mm, Jimin, fuck!” Your tits bounced as he pounded into you, taking his every thrust like a champ and he damn well shook the entire vanity, continuously drilling your hole as he gave no room for mercy. Your hands snaked into his hair and tugged, making him groan in approval and he only pushed you open wider in response.

“You pretty brat, look at you getting what you want. Fucked like the cock-loving princess you are.” Jimin breathed against your mouth, his skin slicking with sweat as he worked tirelessly against your opening, battering your pussy with an unforgiving speed.

“You would’ve gotten your dick sucked, but apparently-” you shuddered breathily, “I w-wasn’t a good girl.” You felt weak from his repeated onslaught, the bubbling pleasure in your gut keeping you going. 

“Yeah, so fucking behave and maybe I’ll let you choke on my dick.”

“Y-you stop playing games and maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

Jimin only ticked his head to the side as he chuckled darkly, starting to propel his thick cock into your gut and raging at your clit so roughly, you gasped as you carved your pleasure into his skin. Jimin did the same as he bore his fingers into you, a hand squeezing your thigh harshly as he held your leg and your walls fluttered around him, moans growing higher in pitch.

“Jimin! I’m gonna-“ you didn’t even complete your sentence as your walls clamped around him, orgasm washing over you so quickly you barely realized it came. You clenched him like a vice and panted hard against his mouth, Jimin finally coming undone as well, spurts of cum painting your insides and filling you to the brim, certain he’d leak out of you for hours.

You felt stuffed, so full of him you were hazed over with post-orgasm bliss, mind unwinding from any trifling matter on Earth. Your forehead slacked against his shoulder as you both panted for air, sweating as Jimin held your weak body in his arms.

His cock remained shoved inside you, the throbbing letting up on both of you as your highs settled down.

“You..” Jimin swallowed dryly, breathing. “took me like a good girl. Maybe you can suck me off next time.”

“Next time?” You breathed labourly, turning your face towards his.

Jimin peered down at you resting against him, biting back a grin. “Of course, there’s always a next time with flirts like us.”

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

@taznovembercelebration day 28: large, vampire

a sequel/companion to this piece!

Lup’s sleeping soundly in her bed when a large, loud explosion shook the walls. She jolts awake and all but leaps out of bed. She races into the dark hallway, only to be met by a frustrated-looking Barry.

“Hey man, what’s going on?” she asks, glancing at the clock in the hallway. It’s about one in the afternoon. It’s a little annoying to wake up when she gets her best sleep but clearly it’s something big.

“A transformer blew outside which normally wouldn’t be a huge problem but the summer heat is making the generator functionally useless. I’m going to do my best to get this fixed as quick as I can. Uh, try not to open the fridge too often? Don’t want everything in there to spoil.”

Lup frowns. “Bar, there’s really not a whole lot in there to spoil. Today’s the first, remember?”

“Shit. Shit, that’s right. Um. Okay, I’m going to work on this, I know it’s the middle of the day but you wanna eat while you’re up? I-I should be able to fix this, no problem, but it’s probably best if you eat while everything’s still assured fresh.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, I’m going to go do that, best of luck with this, let me know if I can help you with anything.”

Barry forces a smile. “For sure. But I think I got this.”

--

Barry does not got this. See, he understands the components of his generator separately but when they all come together? It’s all Abyssal to him. But he’s determined to fix this. At the very least he has to get a paltry amount of electricity running through the basement fridge. Taako may be out of town for a few days but Lup needs the blood in the fridge stable and safe to consume. He hopes he can fix it by the end of the day.

--

Lup’s not an idiot but after insisting Taako take a frankly unnecessary amount of blood bottles with him, she fears that she’s wandering into that territory. She’s trying to conserve the bottles she does still have but summer takes a massive toll on her. Always has. And then there’s the ticking clock on the remaining blood. It’s less nourishing towards the end of a month as it is. And unrefrigerated? That blood’s dying at an alarming rate. She’s having to drink more and more and more just to stay upright. She’s worried that Barry’s not getting any closer to getting the generator fixed. She’s heard a lot of swearing and clanging from the room off the basement. Doesn’t exactly inspire a ton of hope.

The holiday weekend means nobody’s going to be able to get out to the bunker for a few days. She’s trying not to worry but it’s hard.

--

“Lup. Hear me out.”

“No.”

“But I trust you.”

“I don’t care, I don’t do that shit anymore.”

“I get that, I do. But I’m worried about you. I’m doing my damnedest to fix the generator but –“

“You have nerd friends, get one of them to help.”

“I don’t know any mechanical engineers.”

“You should fix that.”

“Don’t change the subject, Lup. Please.”

“It’s not desperate times yet.”

“Promise me you will if things don’t improve?”

“…I’ll think about it.”

--

Even just sitting on her bed is laborious. She hasn’t felt this shitty since…well, she can’t really remember feeling this shitty. She’s grateful for the power outage. Normally fluorescents don’t bother her but everything feels so much more intense at the moment, she’s not sure what she’d do with the buzzing electric noises and the harsh light. It’s hellish.

Even the gentle knock on her door rattles her head like a jar of marbles. In the dim light, she sees Barry trudge in. “Lup. Come on. You know I’m not in the market to make you do anything you don’t want to, but this is ridiculous.” He sits down next to her.

She grimaces. “Barry. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Well, I don’t wanna see you suffer. Besides, I’m pretty tough,” he says lightly.

She tucks a leg up to her chest, letting the other dangle off the side. “I haven’t done this in years, Bar.”

He shrugs. “Well, let me know what I need to do or not do to make this easier for you.”

She doesn’t want to do this to him. He’s willing and he offered in the first place and she’s so so hungry but it feels so wrong. “Um. I-Is the neck okay? I know it’s super cliché but it really is the easiest. Skin’s softer. Circulation’s better.”

He nods. “Absolutely. Do you need me to sit in any particular way?”

She scrapes a fang across her bottom lip. “If it wouldn’t be weird for you, could you lay down? I’m trying to make this as fast as possible and the physics of the human body –“ Her rapid fire, nervous monologue is interrupted.

“Lup, please, you don’t need to explain. It’s okay.” He sounds so calm and Lup isn’t sure how. He obliges her request and lays down on her bed, sliding towards the wall.

“Okay. So it’s going to pinch for a minute and then you shouldn’t feel a whole lot of pain? Um. A-and then it might itch later, sorry about that. Vampire saliva is kind of weird. It’s kinda like leeches?” She’s rambling again. She wants to give him time to come to his senses.

He doesn’t. “Lup, I promise if it’s too much I’ll let you know, okay? I just need you to eat. So please, eat.”

She nods and pulls her other leg up on the bed. She turns and sits up, her knees pressed against Barry’s arm. She’s once again grateful for the lack of lights, though she’s not entirely sure why in this scenario. She leans in close to Barry’s neck but realizes that the angle she’s coming from is entirely wrong. She hesitates.

“Lup. You can arrange yourself however you need to. Do what’s most comfortable.”

“You sure?”

“Mmhmm.”

She nods and takes a breath. Just drinking your good pal Barry’s blood. Just a couple of pals, no big deal. She swings a leg over him and tries not to think too hard about the fact that she’s effectively straddling him. She leans her weight onto her right hand and lowers her face down to Barry’s warm neck. She hesitates for a moment more before leaning in and sinking her teeth in.

--

Barry realizes in a single moment that he did not think this through. Because he doesn’t regret offering to help Lup out at all but he didn’t really think about all it would entail. Him on Lup’s bed and Lup on top of him and Lup’s lips on his neck and yeah, there’s that pinch she talked about but it’s just for a minute. And she’s still there, one arm supporting her own weight, the other gripping Barry’s shoulder. He’s trying to focus on literally anything else but she’s right there and her hair is in his face and it smells like apples and he thinks he might be a little lightheaded but he’s pretty sure it’s not from Lup. At least, not from her drinking his blood.

It’s so quiet in the room. He can hear his own heart roaring in his ears and he’s certain Lup can too but besides that, it’s all still. He tries to keep his breathing steady.

And then, just as soon as everything happened, it’s all over. He immediately feels absence. Lup’s mouth off his neck, her hand off his shoulder, her weight off his body. She swings a leg back over and lays beside him. For a minute, neither of them say anything, staring up at the ceiling instead.

“Hey, Barry?”

“Yeah, Lup?”

He feels her shift and roll onto her side. He does the same. They’re almost nose-to-nose. Barry only had twin sized mattresses to spare and suddenly he is aware of how little space two adults have on a twin sized mattress.

“Thanks.” Lup’s voice is quiet and small like she’s telling him a secret. “I uh. I haven’t done that in a while and I don’t want to again if I can avoid it but. Thanks. You really helped me out.” He feels her breath on his face. She’s so close to him.

“Of course,” Barry breathes out. His heart is still racing. “Anything you need, you know that. That was the deal.”

“It still doesn’t feel like a very fair deal, we never do anything for you.”

“You don’t need to. I just like helping you out.”

“Well. I want to. Just gotta figure out what.”

Silence hangs between them for what feels like a million years. They just look at each other in the dark.

Suddenly, the bunker erupts in light and noise. They both jerk back and look around.

“Shit, ain’t that some kind of timing,” Lup murmurs to herself.

Barry flushes and hopes that Lup thinks it’s still from the blood sucking. He smiles awkwardly before sitting up. “Uh, I should let you rest. I’ll arrange a pick-up now that the power’s back. Um. Yeah.” He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands quickly before sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Ooh wow that was stupid, I am very lightheaded.”

Lup sits up and rubs her hand in small circles on Barry’s back. “Careful there, Bar. You can sit here as long as you need to, okay?”

He smiles and looks at her. “Yeah. Okay.”

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Cape Disappointment | Part One

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Black!OC [Chantel Williams]

Summary: Miguel doesn’t rescue a damsel in distress because Chantel Williams is not a damsel in distress.

Warnings: None yet.

Chantel Williams was a lot of things. Quirky, witty, sarcastic. Condescending, impulsive, sometimes even chaotic. She could be all those things and more, but she refused to be anyone’s victim.

“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m not a damsel in distress…” She chanted over and over in a low tone. 

On the side of a low traffic road, snow raining down on her head, Chantel willed the words to be true. Unfortunately, she remembered very little of what her Papa taught her about cars, eyeing the confusing parts under the hood with frustration.

Papa was a school teacher but he worked as a shade tree mechanic on the weekends to be able to afford dance classes for little Chantel. Teaching was his passion through and through. He would talk her ear off in the car on the way to recitals or while she did homework on the bench in his workshop. Being a bratty kid, she learned to tune him out when the topic didn’t interest her and not for the first time she regretted not soaking up more of Papa’s wisdom before he passed. 

If she had, maybe she wouldn’t be stuck on the side of the road with no solution in mind. Empty handed and no closer to fixing the car, she shuffled through the snow. It wasn’t much warmer inside the car despite the thick North Face coat she wore with a matching hat and pair of gloves. She was sure she resembled a wet dog as she shook the snow off, not wanting the ice to melt into water droplets that would surely sting. 

Just a week earlier, she’d splurged on the fanciest new smart phone after losing the older model at a dinner party. Even with all its promised features, it was useless. No signal and no nearby WiFi networks to connect to meant she couldn’t call her sort-of-sometimes boyfriend for help even if she wanted to. She couldn’t even call a tow truck! 

Pride. 

Another one of Chantel’s many traits. She liked to think of it as a positive thing. It kept her from being desperate, saved her from being dependent on others for her happiness. No one else seemed to agree her pride was a good thing. 

Among the naysayers was her sort-of-sometimes boyfriend, Adam. Pride was what had led her to take off from the Yurt they shared on their week-long winter break getaway to race back to her industrial loft in the heart of Seattle despite the weather advisory. She would never admit it to anyone else, but she realized her pride didn’t always serve her well. 

If not for her bruised ego, it would have been funny that her car had chosen to break down a few miles north of Cape Disappointment State Park. It was where she had been staying with Adam. The yurt was too far away to walk back to in the snow but still close enough that it only made sense to stay there for the night once the car issues were resolved. She wasn’t looking forward to ending the night with him. 

Remembering Papa’s belief in God showing up when most needed, Chantel sent up a quick prayer. She really hoped she wouldn’t have to wait long for someone else to come down the otherwise deserted road. Winters in Washington were fairly mild so she wouldn’t lose her extremities to hypothermia or anything crazy like that, but she’d certainly suffer by way of the shivers. 

Any sane person was cuddled up next to the fireplace in their cabin with a bowl of chili, or participating in heat-inducing sexual activities in their yurt to keep warm, not on the road driving. It was only natural for her thoughts to snowball into all the types of un-same people she could run into. 

Indigenous women from Washington and Canada went missing far too often on roads just like the one she had so conveniently broken down on. Chantel had a bad habit of researching everything there was to know about topics when they peaked her interest and she knew too much about human trafficking in the area to not feel a considerable amount of fear. 

“That would be my luck.” She muttered meanly to herself, resolving that whatever happened would be her own fault. 

It wasn’t like a whole lot of people would come looking for her anyway. She had a large group of friends in Seattle, but she kind of had a reputation for taking off without saying much. She hadn’t even told anyone about the weekend excursion to Cape Disappointment! The family she had left she wasn’t close to, and by the time Adam realized she hadn’t made it back home it would be too late. 

Yellow headlights bathed the narrow road, the light blinding her the closer it got. Her hazard lights blinked red, signaling that she was broken down, but Chantel second guessed whether she wanted the help. 

“I’m going to be a sex trafficking victim all in the name of independence. Way to go, idiot.” 

Her fingers fumbled around in the gigantic backpack she’d been using as a purse for the weekend, hastily pulling at the zippers until she found what she was looking for. A purple taser she purchased on Amazon for a whopping ten dollars. She doubted it would stop anyone in their tracks, but it was better than nothing. 

It turned out the man who knocked on her window wasn’t an axe wielding serial murdering rapist, or at least he didn’t appear to be. She tucked the small device into her side as the ridiculously handsome middle aged man with a salt and pepper beard smiled at her through the foggy glass. 

He looked harmless enough, sporting a pair of smart designer glasses and what Chantel knew to be a really expensive cashmere turtleneck sweater underneath an equally expensive Canada Goose coat. She wasn’t shy about looking him up and down as she assessed the risk. What if the male model was a decoy?

His neatly manicured eyebrows twisted down in confusion and she thought it was one of the cutest things she had ever seen. 

She rolled down the window with a nervous smile.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” 

She hated how breathy the words came out but he was truly stunning. 

Tall, fit, well-dressed. 

“Are you alright? It looks like you’re having some trouble.” 

A gentleman.

“What would make you think that?” Chantel spoke before she thought it through, but the stranger didn’t seem to take offense if the amused smirk on his face could be trusted. “I’m kidding. Yeah, no. I’m not alright. The car was making weird noises so I pulled over and now it won’t turn back on. I looked under the hood but I have no idea what’s wrong.”

He nodded attentively while she spoke, watching her lips with interest. She noticed him staring and licked them.

“I don’t know how much of a help I’ll be.” His bronze skin reddened with the admission and she wondered if he was blushing or if the cold was getting to him. “I don’t know anything about cars but I can give you a ride wherever you want.”

She’d like a ride alright. In his cushiony truck that may as well have been a royal carriage considering the circumstances. Or on his handsome bearded face that she couldn’t stop staring at. 

Chantel wondered if he could tell what she was thinking. 

Movement caught her eye and she noticed an identical black SUV pulling off the road to park behind the one Prince Charming departed from. Her hand squeezed around the taser instinctively. 

Was the sexy stranger bait to catch naive, unsuspecting girls? 

“...but I’m sure we’d both rather leave it to the professionals.” He gestured back towards the dark truck and paused, noticing they weren’t alone. Her breath caught in her chest when four bulking men slammed their doors shut and started walking in their direction.

“I apologize. That’s my security team. I left without telling them.” 

Hmm. A kindred spirit. 

Who was he to have a security team? Was he telling the truth? Or just stalling? 

She wanted to believe him. To trust that it was in human nature to help one another without some ulterior, sinister motive. 

Did she even have a choice? How long would she have to wait on the next passerby? There was no guarantee they would be any better than the (so far) kind stranger and his friends.

Chantel Williams was a lot of things, but she was not naïve. With surprising coordination, she swung the door open, knocking the man back several steps. Her boots crunched as she landed in the snow. 

“Back up or I’m going to tase you!” She warned, putting space between herself and the stranger while keeping an eye on the approaching men. 

The corners of his mouth turned up as he fought back a smile. 

Chantel scoffed. He wasn’t taking her seriously. 

“I’m not fucking around!” She insisted, charging up the small device. The buzz felt more powerful than she remembered. The man seemed to think so too, changing his approach. He spoke in a soft tone. “Can we slow down?” 

“Don’t patronize me. Just back up like I said. No, this way!” She ordered until he stood across from her with his back to his men. 

Behind him, they speed up their approach but they could only move so fast in the snow. Following her gaze, the strange man looked over his shoulder and gestured for the men to stall at the front of his truck several feet away. One of them shouted at her to put the taser away from his position. He sported two braids and a cut in his brow. Chantel shouted back at him to ‘shut the fuck up’

Mr. GQ gave another signal and like he was the conductor of an orchestra, all noise ceased. Well, all external noise at least. Chantel swore she could hear the sound of her heart ringing in her ears. 

“Hey!” He demanded her full attention. His hands were up in a defensive position. “What are you looking for here?” 

It was a great question but she had no answer for him.

Trouble maker. Fire starter. Full-time agitator.

Chantel was that way even as a child, responding to normal adolescent teasing with violence. Sharp bites in the classroom or royal rumble style fights on the playground were her specialty in grade school. She made anyone stupid enough to provoke her regret it whether big or small, male or female. That wasn’t to say she was organized or calculating in her plans. She acted and dealt with things as they came. 

She had no idea what the endgame was when she pulled the taser, but she had to stick with it. The crowd of onlookers made her feel more justified in her rash decision.

“I don’t think you really want to hurt me.”

“Now, what would make you think that?” Chantel asked incredulously. He didn’t know her from Eve. 

She was even more steadfast in pointing the taser in his direction but he didn’t seem phased.

“When you want to hurt somebody, you don’t wait around or warn them. You just do it.”

“Are you suggesting I should’ve tased you?”

He shrugged as if they were discussing the weather.

“That certainly would have been more effective.”

Was he serious?

“I mean I still can. If you keep talking I just might.”

He had the gall to laugh in her face. 

Hysterically. 

And it wasn’t fleeting or sarcastic. It was genuine laughter from deep down in his gut. She hated how beautiful he was, even in the middle of showing blatant disrespect for her ability to harm him. 

“Seriously?” She griped, fighting against the way her face muscles twitched. 

Giggle box.

When somebody at church mispronounced a word during the announcements or when her aunt murdered a hit song, she giggled uncontrollably. Papa chastised her for it, but it couldn’t be helped. When the urge struck and she got that itch in her throat, she had to laugh.

So naturally, like two birds of a maniac feather they shared a laugh in four (and counting) inches of snow.

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It’s a Pogue thing - JJ Maybank

NOT REQUESTED

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Warnings!: Swearing, drugs and alcohol, and SMUT!

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“Morning guys!” I beam as the boat comes to a steady stop at the edge of my front garden. It’s almost like a routine. More often than not we sail into an open set of water. Sometimes we fish, mostly we just simply do nothing. Pope extends his hand out to help me onto the boat. It strikes me sometimes that, although we are all the best of friends, it probably seems a strange mix of people to some people. We’re the scraps of the island. The ones who no one really acknowledges. Kiara and I would technically be Kooks. Both of our families have money but it doesn’t really mean shit. Everyone from ‘our end’ are airheads. They care about nothing and no one but themselves. Pope’s parents have worked their asses off, so they’re in a stable place. They don’t understand why Pope hangs with us, and sometimes I wonder the same thing. He has a real chance of getting out of this place. John B and JJ are childhood besties. Their upbringing is similar, except John B’s technically an orphan, and JJ’s father’s a piece of shit. But that’s just pogue life.

“Is your mum still out tonight?” JJ asks, making my head slowly turn towards him. Do I even need to ask? “I mean, yeah-” “Great! We’re throwing a party,” I raise my eyebrows. “Hahahahaha, definitely not.” The last time I had a party with these idiots, so much shit broke in my house. I’m not getting grounded again. “Come on Y/N! It’s summer. We could all use a party!” I roll my eyes at his words. I open my mouth to shut him down but John B lets out a cough. “Actually, Y/N, I agree.” Kiara looks just as confused as I do. His father’s been missing for almost a year. Recently he’s been looking more in depth, which I support to a certain extent, but it’s at on overload right now. I’m surprised a party would even be on his radar. “I need to talk to Sarah Cameron.”

Sarah Cameron. She’s like Kook royalty. I don’t think she’s too bad. A bit sheltered maybe, but her and Kiara have a history. So you can imagine the change in look on her face as he mentions her name. “She mentioned something that might help me figure out what’s happened with my father. Do you think she’d come?” Okay that makes sense. Ki’s face doesn’t change, and the rest of us just glance between each other. “I mean, probably... but I don’t really wanna hang-” “I just need to talk to her, then you can call the party off,” a smile - too shiny and wide - spreads across his face. John B’s always had this affect on people. He gets exactly what he wants.

As soon as I get home I scan my house. Anything fragile, valuable, or anything of the sort needs to be hidden. Vases, mini statues, ashtrays from holidays abroad. Things that make this house a home will be locked in an upstairs bedroom. I’d like to live this life a little longer.

So here I am; picking an outfit for a party I don’t wanna go to. A party that I’m apparently hosting! Since I’m not dressing for anybody, I go for a simple short black dress. It really resembles my mood. Almost as soon as I put it on, I hear my front door shut. I jog down the stairs, adjusting my boobs into their rightful positions to come face to face with my intruder.

“You should really announce yourself or something. I thought I was gonna get murdered,” in front of me stands JJ. His outfit consists of a pair of lovely beige shorts and a colourful shirt; left open to show off that torso of course. “I could kill you,” he flirts. His eyes immediately go to my cleavage. This is nothing new. I think he’d fuck a table if it gave him the right vibe. “Hey!” I snap my fingers at him. “My eyes are up here you know.” Before I go to kick him, he makes a very boyish comment of how I look sexy and whatnot. He wanders away into the kitchen, probably to raid my fridge before the party. Let’s get this over with.

More and more people start to gather in my house. In the Outer Banks, everyone kind of knows everybody. I don’t actually know all these people, but I’ve seen them around. I close my eyes for a second, before pouring a drink for myself into a classic red cup. “Are you okay?” Ki nudges me with a smile. Ki and I are very similar people. She probably doesn’t wanna be here either. She could leave, but I know she won’t. “I just realised I’m the host, and I don’t wanna be here,” I laugh it off and hold my drink up to her. “Cheers!” I add.

After about 2 and a half drinks, I’m really starting to feel this party. The music is average. It’s the ‘for everybody’ kind which means it’s majoritively overplayed and everybody more or less knows it word for word. Despite that, and despite the fact that I didn’t really want this party to happen, I drag Ki into the dance area and boogie with her. Well- I dance, she stares at me with a concerned look on her face. “The trick is you have to pretend you’re having a good time,” I giggle into her ear in a slightly tipsy tone. Although she shakes her head, I can see her trying to contain herself from moving to the music. I take her hand and spin myself into her. Her eyes give me the ‘can I go now’ look. Grunting, I give in. “Fine! Please if you see anyone doing or touching shit they’re not meant to, beat them!” I smile innocently after my words, and she scurries faster than she should. Damn. Am I that bad of a dancer?

Music vibrates the walls. It’s been almost 2 hours since the party started and it’s actually going quite smoothly. John B has asked every 5 seconds if Sarah’s here yet. I shush him with my finger. “I promise I will let you know when I see her. Honestly, you sound a bit obsessed with her...” I chuckle. “Hey!” I poke JJ on the arm. At this point, just call me mother. “Please don’t smoke that in here,” I gesture towards the spliff in his hands. “It’s a party Y/N! Relax!” With that, I snatch it out of his hands. His face grows serious. Confusion fades as I realise it’s not aimed at me. Both JJ’s and John B’s eyes stare at the group entering my house.

First in, Sarah. Like I said, I don’t really have a problem with Sarah. She comes across a bit self centred sometimes. That’s minor.

With her, her boyfriend Topper. Topper’s a dick but I think he’s harmless. He’s honestly a pussy.

And his best friend. Her brother. My ex boyfriend. Rafe.

There’s a saying; dead things should stay buried, or something like that. That relationship should be 6 feet under, but times that by 10. I guess it was a ‘serious’ relationship. It lasted about a year. It was almost perfect at the beginning, that I can’t lie. As both of our families are respected, and very close anyway, it just seemed right. There was no disgust. He was accepted. I was accepted. We did everything a couple should; went on dates, were around each other 24/7, even did weekends away together. And we argued. The thing about Rafe is he’s an over thinker. He’s paranoid. When traits like that mix they can... make a monster. The last time he set his hands on me was about 4 months ago. I’ve avoided him like hell ever since.

“This is why I shouldn’t have a party,” I sigh. My eyes can’t seem to leave that area. It’s strange to see him. I don’t want him here. “Why’s he even here? He does have some balls,” John’s tone sounds somewhat impressed. I’m not. I’m not sure if my body is ready to cry, or laugh, or scream. Finally, I blink my eyes away, and set eyes on my two friends. Before I speak, JJ opens his mouth. “We can kick him out,” he assures me. The slight nudge on my shoulders by each boy is comforting. “It’s fine,” I sigh, taking JJ’s drink out of his hands. As much as I’d love to see Rafe get his ass kicked and thrown out, and I can promise you I would, this is my battle. I can’t avoid him forever. “Fuck,” I whisper, knowing what I’m about to do. I bring JJ’s cup up to my lips and tip the entire contents into my mouth. “Shit Y/N, I wouldn’t-” before he can warn me fully, I swallow. My eyes instantly water. “What the fuck!” I gasp at the disgusting taste. I’m sure a toilet would taste better than that. And yet, that concoction would be easier to digest than the conversation I’m about to have with Rafe.

The walk over felt somewhat unreal. As if, if this was a movie, my passionate walk would be in slow motion. Between the music and my racing heart, my dramatic ‘I am the main character’ strut was complete. If only I wasn’t totally shitting myself. A brave face Y/N. Just fake it.

And then I’m in front of them. Perhaps my slow motion moment wasn’t quite slow enough. It could’ve been everlasting for all I care. “Hey Sarah,” I smile. Her sympathetic smile is warming, but ultimately useless in this situation. I doubt Rafe told her the whole story, but I can imagine she knows too well what he can be like. Maybe he even made something up. I wouldn’t be surprised. She drifts away rather quickly. I don’t know what the deal is with her and John B, but I imagine Topper intends to watch her like a hawk. He’s that type of guy. Topper doesn’t even speak, just stands slightly behind as if he’s one of Rafe’s minions. To be honest that kind of describes him perfectly. I wouldn’t be surprised if Rafe just has him around to lick his ass. When I have to, I finally look at Rafe’s face. “What are you doing here?” I ask. My eyes scan everywhere on his face but his eyes. The thought of doing that makes me uncomfortable. “It’s a party Y/N,” the smirk on his face screams fuckboy. “Plus, I wanted to see you,” he raises his hand to my face, going to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. My hand forcefully bats his away, making a loud slap sound; even over the music. “I’ve missed you,” he leans closer so his shouting can quieten a little. My limbs instantly tense at his words. Somehow it makes me feel kind of sick thinking about it... thinking about us. The fact that it was a thing is just... “You need to leave Rafe,” my attempt to sound blunt and assertive is a massive fail. Instead my voice echoed in a wobble, making me sound weak and pathetic. “You don’t mean that, come on-” his hand wraps around my wrist, taking my back to a time I’ve tried desperately hard to forget. I pull my arm away once, but his grip holds too strong. As I go to pull away again, a pair of large hands push against Rafe’s chest. “What the fuck man?!” Topper’s voice erupts from Rafe’s shadow. A henchman fighting his duties. I turn to see JJ, red faced, standing with a threatening stance. “We don’t want no trouble JJ, my girl here is just being a tease,” Rafe’s tone is patronising. “Leave it, JJ,” my right hand gently squeezes his left shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, Topper,” I wanted him to leave, but I watch him walk towards my kitchen. I hate that he’s in my house, but at least he’s away from me. For now.

I fade away. Without full control, my body makes it’s way upstairs. Just to breathe for a second. Almost as soon as I drop my body onto my bed, the door reopens. Startling me, I come face to face with JJ. “Hey,” his voice rings soft. When he closes the door behind him, the music becomes muffled. Peaceful. I press my lips together into a forced smile. “Should I tell everyone to fuck off home?” He gestured towards the door. I shake my head, cracking a smile. “It’s fine. I just needed a minute away from... that,” his arm extends, a red cup at the very end. I screw my face up at the smell. “How do you drink this?” Just from sniffing it, I feel myself getting more and more tipsy. “If you need it, it goes down quite easily-” he pauses as I take it. “Plus I’m really cool and manly so.” “Ah, of course.” A big part of my body (probably my stomach and liver) starts screaming no. I have no idea what alcohol is in this cup. I know it’s a lot. After this cup, I will probably be more or less gone. A micro part of me says fuck it. That’s the part I listen to. The liquid burns down my throat, and yet it strangely goes down quite smoothly compared to the first.

“I am sorry about Rafe,” JJ has taken a seat next to me on my bed. Usually I’d banish people away from my room, but I feel like JJ saved me tonight. He’s a bit of a prick at times, and an absolute idiot, but I trust him. Maybe I trust him too much. “It was gonna happen at some point,” I shrug. “He’s such a pussy,” when I start laughing at JJ’s words, I realise that the alcohol may have sunk in. A hiccup escapes my mouth. “Fuck.” I whisper to myself as my smile fades. I’m an idiot to have ever gotten with him. Young and dumb maybe. “Hey...” JJ rests his hand on my knee and squeezes gently. My body, in my tipsy state, reacts to this motion is a strange way. Why did that just give me butterflies? He’s only comforting me. My eyes drift up to look at him properly. Is he... leaning in?

I stand up before he gets close. I rub my eyes frantically. Maybe I’m about to wake up from a nap or something. “I’m sorry... I just...” I breathe. The crazy thing is, I felt it too. My body is reacting in crazy ways right now. I think I’m turned on? By JJ? That’s something I never thought I’d say. I mean... he’s hot. I’m not blind. I guess I’ve never looked at him like that. But I am now. I’m looking at the blonde hair, and the jawline, and the smile. Okay, that’s enough. I’m just in shock of seeing Rafe again. That’s it: “Pogue on Pogue isnt allowed,” I state, mainly to myself. I need massively convincing right now. I need JJ to tell me that I got the wrong idea. Tell me it’s disgusting and I’m too much like a sister. We’re meant to be family. Come on Y/N! That’s gross! Before he says anything, he shrugs. That damn fucking shrug. In my state of mind, it’s attractive. “I don’t really care,” that’s it. I’m convinced. I needed him to say something else, but that’s ultimately the answer I hoped for. “Me neither.”

I practically jump onto him, straddling him and crashing my lips onto his. The softness, yet passion, against my lips is something I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. This should feel wrong. Only, as JJ’s hands smooth up and down my body before sitting on my waist, it couldn’t feel more right. Without a second thought, I glide my tongue into his mouth. I can sense it takes him by surprise. The most attractive moan escapes him, which I can imagine was not intentional. The kiss proceeds to get more and more intimate. Somehow we just move in sync. He slowly lays back, our lips not separating once before he’s fully beneath me. Maybe JJ was previously holding back, but a rush of ‘horny teenage boy’ suddenly rushes over him. Both hands go to my ass. As much as I don’t want to fall apart under his touch so fast, the immense pleasure radiates through my body. I break away from his kiss slightly and moan massively into his mouth.

We stop kissing for a second. Our heavy breaths bounce against each other. It’s a strange moment to be in. Was this always bound to happen at some point? “Should we stop?” Confusion hits as he speaks those words, and yet he proceeds to trail kisses down my neck. I push his head down onto the pillow with my right hand cupping his chin, bringing my face close enough to his that our noses are pretty much touching. “Do you want to?” I simple ask. I’d be almost offended by his words, but only if his hands weren’t grinding me down onto his crotch. Perhaps it’s a guilty conscience. We are both massively likely to regret this in the morning. We are also likely to get caught and get grief from our small circle of friends. They are good enough reasons to stop. They are good enough reasons for this to have never started to happen in the first place. They just don’t amount to one thing, and that’s that I want this right now. His head begins to move side to side. I can’t help but begin to smile massively. “Then shut up and fuck me.”

It was as if that was a jump start. JJ’s manly hands flip us over immediately. I let out a giggle as he begins to undo his shorts. The speed of the removal of both his shorts and boxers was impressive. They get thrown wherever they go. My eyes quickly glance at his penis, before looking back up to his eyes. I suck in my bottom lip before pulling him back down to kiss me again. This shouldn’t be this easy. His tongue slides back into my mouth, battling with mine for dominance, all too easily. I’m not even a little bit nervous... until I feel his fingertips glide up under my dress. He hooks his finger under the waist band of my thong and does nothing for too long. It might’ve only been seconds, but those seconds were some of the longest seconds of my life. He pulls them off ever so slowly. I was becoming a literal puddling mess beneath him.

He knows what he’s doing. He knows he has me wrapped around his finger right now. His tongue plays against mine skillfully; slow and passionate. He’s doing everything right. Once my underwear finally reaches my feet, I just can’t hold it back anymore. “Are you done teasing me now?” I practically beg. I’m soaked, a mess, and almost fully sober. If anything, I wanted this more now than I did when we started. My heart continues racing, but I stay composed and reach over into my bedside table. I rip it open. I simply hold his shaft with two fingers. JJ takes a deep breath in. Fuck. He watches my hand roll the condom down with his mouth slightly open. “Time to break some Pogue rules,” he whispers before lining himself up. I should not be this ready for this.

Even with just the tip, I could’ve come apart then and there. I haven’t had sex in months. Whether you believe me or not, I had not imagined it would to be JJ Maybank who I was going to break my ‘no boys’ commitment to myself with. When he begins inserting himself inside me, I realise this is actually happening. The slow, easy slide in had me in pieces. I was already moaning and he wasn’t even moving properly yet. He stops. “This-” I pause to steady my breath. My entire being is, dare I say it, excited. “This has to stay between us,” I compose myself. Although this is a one time thing, it has potential to ruin a hell of a lot. So, even as I wrap my legs around his body, we have to make this promise. “Scouts honour.” He brings his pinky up to me. Kissing the backs of our hands, it was sealed.

He starts pulling out slowly, making my jaw gradually open wider and wider. He pauses before pushing back in. His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles cheekily. I’m not certain what that smile means, but I can sure take a guess. There is a part of me that wants to stop. Nothing’s really happened yet. But no part of me actually wants to. When he pushes himself back inside me, my fingers spread into his hair. His lips land back on mine, my tongue swirls around his like it’s an everyday activity. I pull gently on his hair as he begins steadying a pace. “Shit,” I moan against his lips.

Fingertips glide across my thigh, tracing patterns and sending my stomach into spirals. I couldn’t hook my legs around him tighter if I tried. The wave of tremendous pleasure of each thrust was like a drug. Every time his body collided with mine I wanted more. I needed more. To feel this, in this moment, with JJ was wrong. So why doesn’t it feel that way? His lips leave mine slowly, tracing kisses across my cheek until his lips land near my ear. “You feel so fucking good,” the vibrations of a deep husky moan forces a moan out of me. His teeth latch around my ear lobe, sucking down before moving down to my neck.

The friskiness of JJ’s lips and tongue is like motivation. With strength I didn’t know I had, and confidence in myself I thought I’d lost, I push against JJ and flip us over. Lust fills his eyes. I just sit there, only for a second, actually liking the way JJ is looking at me. Yes, it’s because I’m straddling him half naked. It’s still nice. His hands squeeze the tops of both of my thighs as well as moving up to my hips... then my ass. It was as if he pressed fast forwards.

I move my body up to start thrusting onto him again, with his helping hands guiding back down. “Fuck JJ,” I moan, leaning forwards to bring my face close to his. My moans become more and more prominent between our kisses. The hands, that remain on my ass cheeks, remain strong and steady. The way he still controlled my body, even though I was on top, was such a turn on. I reach for the headboard. If there wasn’t a party going on downstairs I think everyone would be hearing us loud and clear. The bed starts making a rather persistent squeaking noise. I let out a laugh-moan when the headboards makes a ‘one time’ bang against the wall. I could tell, with the way I was grinding myself down onto him, he was close. What a relief!

“I’m so close,” I moan against his lips in a muffled whisper. Although my body grew tired, JJ continues helping my body thrust up and down. The knot in my stomach started to tighten. My heart rate increases quite a bit. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good around me!” His fingers grow stronger against my hips as he came closer and closer to finishing. Even with his grip being quite forceful, all I could feel was an astonishing amount of pleasure flushing through my body. The release felt like a long time coming. Once I started to let go around him, it only took seconds for JJ to reach his climax too. With his help, we ride out our highs. I grow slower and slower, until both of our climaxes finished. My heart is racing. I lift my body with the last piece of energy I had. My sensitive core flinches as he pulls out from me once more. Collapsing onto him, I fall into the crevice on his arm all too well. “Shit,” I mumble. I don’t think it’ll actually sink in until tomorrow. I’m too scared to punch myself in case I don’t wake up. “That was... uh...” he doesn’t even need to finish his sentence. “I know.”

The next morning

I wake up in a strange yet awfully familiar place. The walls, the blanket, and the view outside my window are all home. The curtains weren’t drawn last night. When I roll over, there’s something that shouldn’t be familiar. I set eyes on a naked JJ sleeping soundly next to me. My eyes widen. I can’t help but sit up drastically fast. I first find my thong. As quietly as I can, I open a drawer beside my bed and rummage for a t shirt. I find one and put it on, only to turn and see JJ’s eyes staring my way.

“Morning sunshine,” he smirks. His bed hair sticks up in every direction. I notice his boxers across the room so I stand and throw them his way. I watch as his face changes, but the proud smirk on his face remains. “We fucked last night,” he chuckles, standing to put his boxers on. I press my top and bottom lips together. “Don’t look too impressed with yourself,” using the hairband around my wrist, I quickly whip my hair up into a ponytail. My legs make their way to stand next to the boy. “It was better than I’d imagined it,” he adds. I backhand him on the arm. “Hey!” His eyes are warming. This is when I realise that I don’t regret it. At least, not half as much as I thought I would. It’s not even awkward. Part of me automatically assumed it would be. “Right,” I clap my hands together. “Are you ready to clean a house?” I ask. His rolling eyes scream loudly. Before he can even protest, I butt in. “This is your party, your mess. You’re lucky I’m gonna help you!”

With each step down the stairs, more of my messy house is revealed to me. “If anything’s broken, you’re replacing it,” I warn him. Red cups, empty beer bottles, even clothing was scattered across the floor. I start imagining the way people probably started behaving when JJ and I went upstairs. What if people fucked on... well... anywhere?! “I think we should just go back upstairs,” JJ suggests. This is going to take so long to clean. I feel JJ’s hand slap against my ass. “It’s never happening again,” I say simply. Yes, it was pretty amazing. No, I do not regret it. No, it should never happen again because our friends will kill us. “Whatever you say babe.”

Click here if you’re interested in reading PART TWO

[onlyfortheplot]

But... He died!

this really happened irl.I just finished reading in another life a day ago and I am still sensitive whenever IAL flashes in my mind and idk why the other day while eating a banana i suddenly remember IAL and it made me tear up ; Z ; so can I request a hcs of bois (ur choice) suddenly comforting their s/o because out of the blue they started to sobs while eating somethin' and when asked they answered because they read a vv sad story and still affected by it? tHANK YOU SO MUCH IF U WILL NOTICE DIS- Anon

Pairing: Bokuto x Reader, Tsukishima x Reader

Warnings: Slight language, Assassination Classroom spoilers, The Fault in Our Stars spoilers

A/N: I feel like I’m bad at asks because I go off topic?? But, I loved writing this, anon, please marry me, it was SUCH AN AMAZING ask! LIKE HOW CAN I NOT NOTICE THIS!! Also I never actually ready In Another Life. I don’t plan to??? Like I’m scared of reading it! But, I can tell you the Bokuto x Reader part is from personal experience because I am 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴. Anyway I hope you Enjoy. Asks are OPEN.

You had been warned, way before you had decided to watch Assassination Classroom, that you were going to cry at one point, but you didn’t care what’s life without a broken heart?

So, during a long weekend, you built yourself a small fort, snuggling into the covers and started watching

You were emotionally wrecked by the end of it, especially in the last episode. Tears streamed down your face as you watched Koro Sensei turn into small, elegant lights

You stayed in your small bed fort, ignoring every call or text that was sent your way. How could he die. He was such an amazing character.

You thought, stupidly, you would be fine once school started again, too busy on homework and tests to remember the yellow octopus

Oh how wrong you were.

The first incident happened when someone brought up eating octopuses, during lunch, a tear dropped down your cheek as an image of Koro-Sensei flooded your mind.

The second incident happened when someone had mentioned the end of their favorite anime. You sobbed at the thought of not seeing any of the characters anymore.

The third, and final, incident happened in front of your own boyfriend, something you should have thought of twice before doing.

You had walked into the gym, after school. Searching for your boyfriend. Your eyes were red and puffy from the numerous amounts of breakdowns that had occurred.

Your lips wobbled at the thought.  RIP Koro-Sensei

You kept your head down, as you walked into the gym, obviously sad.

It had taken a few minutes for Bokuto, and the rest of the team, to even realize that you had even arrived.

They had quickly surrounded you, encasing you in a small circle as the looked at you. Their eyes widened as you looked up at them tears forming in your eyes.

“Y/N-chan?” Konoha asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, inquiring eyes pierced you as you looked away

“Y/N, baby, what’s wrong” Bokuto asked, bending down slightly as he scooped you into a hug.

“Bokuto” your lips quivered as you clutched his back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, the slight smell of sweat and mint lingered.

“Bokuto.” you sobbed, tears pooling in his neck, the team lept back in surprise as you had a whole breakdown in front of them

They scattered around, shouting to each other to help you.

“Get her some water.” “Oi, give her your jacket” “Do you want to buy some ice cream? ”

“Y/N, what’s wrong”Bokuto asked, voice slightly muffled, 

“Koro-Sensei is dead” you shouted, as the entirety of the gym froze giving you an odd look.

“Who?” Bokuto leaned back from you tilting his head in confusion, “Koro-sensei.”

You let out another sob, giving a frantic nod. 

“He’s dead!” you cried out, fingers digging into his back. Bokuto felt tears forming in his eyes as he watched you bawl.

“He’s dead!”he whispered, before turning around to his teammates, who gave them an odd look, “Guys, he’s dead!” 

He brought you in, sobbing into your hair as you sobbed into his chest.

“He’s dead.” you simultaneously bawled

The team looked at you both, deadpan and slightly disappointed.

“Petition to get a new Captain.” The vote was unanimous. 

He warned, quite a few times, to not read The Fault in our Stars. He told you, so many goddamn times, you would cry.

And cry you did. Reading the book, just to piss him off. Nobody gonna tell me what to do

Tears had formed, blurring your vision as you closed the book. You bit your lip to stop the heart-wrenching sob that threatened to come out.

You never expected that. Not that. 

The only thoughts in your mind was the death of Augustus Waters. He was dead.

Your lips were forced apart, as the trembling increased, taking in a deep breath before you let out a sob.

It was loud and forceful, rasping your throat as more continued to come

Drops of tears fell, promptly on your book. You were sure Kei was going to kill you for even letting anything happen to his book, but you were too heart-broken to care.

You took a deep breath as you chucked the book onto your head, watching as it landed with a small plop

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. She didn’t know who she was mad at. But, you were mad. Mad at him for dying. Mad at yourself for reading it. And mad at Kei for letting you read it.

You gritted her teeth, tears falling loosely, as you swiped your phone from the near table, quickly unlocking it

A few text messages from friends and two from Kei. You scowled.

You went into his contacts and blocked him, proud of yourself for giving him some his own medicine.

You turned out the nights, closing your shutters, as you snuggled into bed, ignoring the very tiny rip in your heart from the book. You stupid person

He spammed you through friends, making them send his own stupid collection of reaction memes. Tell me this boy doesn’t have rude reacts on his phone You gritted your teeth, as you turned your notifications off, shoving your phone back in your pocket

“And he got sick” you whirled around, hearing part of a conversation. Your heart raced as you stared. They looked at you, weirded out. You blushed, mumbling a small apology as you walked away. Oh god what was that. That’s heartbreak. That’s the tweet.

You found yourself more attentive as you walked down the hallways of Karasuno High. For two reasons.

One to stay away from your boyfriend, who you caught waiting for you by your locker

And second, well, you felt yourself on the verge of tears, every second of the day. 

To the point where you almost bawled in the middle of your science class.

“Class, today we’ll be talking about the mutation of cells.” You felt your breath hitch at that. 

“Can anyone tell me the name—” A hand stretched out, as someone blurted the answer, “Cancer.” The teacher furrowed her eyebrows, mocking an angry look.

“Correct, but wait for me you pick on you first.” The class laughed, as the student eyed the teacher sheepishly. That student was not me. No wrong Mushroom.

But you. You couldn’t care less about that student. Your ears were blurry as you bent over your desk. 

Cancer that’s what he died by. You choked on your sob as it caught in your throat. Earning her, some odd glances from the people around her.

Shit. Tears were so close to pouring out. It do be like that sometimes

You raised you hand, surprising the class and the teacher

“May I please use the restroom” you croaked out, standing up and motioning to leave the classroom before anyone could stop you. 

You walked, almost running, away from the classroom, trying very hard to hide the sobs that you wanted to release.

“Y/N.” a gruff voice made you stop in your tracks as blonde hair peeked into your sight

“Tsukki?” you questioned, your voice cracked as you looked at him. He was panting, slightly, as he glared at you. But, you could see the anxiousness in his eyes.

“Y/N, what the—”

“Kei,” you sobbed, throwing your arms over his neck, “Kei.”

He backed away, surprised at first, but soon rested his hands on your waist pulling you towards him.

“I hate you.” you hissed, tears pouring down your cheeks as you looked up at him, “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate—”

He slammed a kiss onto your mouth, eager to shut you up I wanna be shut up now

“You read the book didn’t you.” he smirked, as you glared at him in all your anger

“I told you—”

“Shut up you useless excuse of a dinosaur.” you snapped, burrowing your face into his chest.

He smiled, stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest, murmuring small phrases as you blabbered to him

“Ms. Y/N may I ask what you and Mr. Tsukishima are doing in the hallway?” Oh good Lord, you were screwed.

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Hesitant

note: this is a request from @jaketapperstan, I hope you like it :)

words: 3k

warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut

enjoy :)

„Oh my god, I love that song. “your colleague exclaimed, grabbing you hand as she tried to drag you to the dance floor.

You rolled your eyes at her, staying rooted to the spot.

“Sorry, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing that. I don’t want to make a fool of myself after only three months here.” you called over the sound of the music.

First and foremost, you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of him. Your boss, Jake Tapper, had been a constant presence in your mind since you first set eyes on him.

You had known him, from watching his shows, of course, but meeting the man in person had been an entirely different thing.

//

“Jake, come over and meet Y/N. She’s the newest member of our production team, it’s her first day today.”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when he approached you. He was tall, and surprisingly casual without a tie, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. You almost didn’t recognize him. But it was the air of effortless confidence that surrounded the man that instantly made you feel drawn to him.

“Pleasure to meet you and welcome to the team.” Jake said, shaking your hand, the grasp of his large hand firm around your much smaller one. You felt like his eyes looked right into your soul, and you weren’t sure if you enjoyed being perceived by this man.

You awkwardly mumbled a reply, something about how grateful you were for this opportunity and that you were looking forward to working here.

Jake replied something, but you didn’t listen, you were too captivated by his face and the way it got lit up by his smile .

//

The crush you had developed in that moment had only grown stronger in the three months you were working at CNN now.

It was infuriating, you could barely function like a normal human being around him. The fact that he was your boss, and therefore totally unattainable made everything so much worse. You loved your job, no way you would ever put it on the line by hitting on Jake Tapper.

But no matter how often you told that to yourself, every time he entered a room, your heart rate instantly went up and your stomach dropped.

In conversations, you, usually blessed with a quick mouth, got shy and awkward, stumbling over your words like a teenager in front of her first crush. His presence just rendered you completely useless.

Frankly, it was embarrassing, and there was no need to add to that by dancing tonight and risking him seeing it.

It was the 40th birthday of some senior producer, and he had invited the whole team to celebrate with him at a great club in downtown DC.

You weren’t usually a big club goer, but it was nice enough and some drinks had relaxed you enough to aimlessly sway around to the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, you could make out a too familiar voice over the noise of the crowd, and a chill went through you.

“Enjoying the party, Y/N?”

It was Jake. He had shed his anchor attire and was wearing a black button-down shirt you had never seen on him before. His hair was tousled and there was a faint blush on his cheeks that indicated that he already had his fair share of drinks.

He leaned against the wall beside you, and you couldn’t remember ever seeing him so relaxed and informal, no sign of his usually composed behavior. It was slightly unsettling, but he looked so sexy that you couldn’t tear your eyes off him.

“It’s alright, I guess. I’m not a big party person. How about you?”

You tried your best to speak over the music without screaming at Jake.

He leaned down a bit, angling his head closer to yours.

“I really like the company.” He said, and the timbre of his voice made shiver.

“Tell me, Y/N, how have you been? We barely had any chance to talk to each other in the last weeks.”

You weren’t sure if the warmth spreading through your body was because of the alcohol or Jakes close proximity, probably a mixture of both. But it definitely made it hard to focus on anything apart from his body, now only about a foot away from yours.

“Uhm, yeah, it’s been great, thanks for asking, I appreciate it.” you murmured.

“Do you wanna go somewhere in the back where it’s quiet? We could talk there?” Jake suggested.

Your heart was picking up speed, being alone with him was dangerous territory. But the drinks you had gave you the necessary courage to nod and follow him to one of the booths in the far back of the bar, where the music wasn’t as ear-piercing.

Instead of sitting down opposite from you, Jake slid in the seat next to you, close enough that his leg was brushing against yours. He was so comfortable around that it was easy to forget that he was still your superior.

“So,” he spoke, turning his body to face you “why do you spend the party on the sideline talking to old men like me instead of dancing with your friends?”

“Stop it, you’re not old. And it’s because I don’t like dancing, I look like an idiot.” You paused a moment. “And I enjoy talking to you.”

It was true, despite your awkward stammering, the conversations you had managed to have with Jake had always been great, he was a good listener and an even better talker. He had a way of making even the most trivial facts sound memorable and interesting.

“That’s good for me, I guess. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy seeing you on the dance floor but having you all to myself for a change is nice.” Jake replied, and the way he was talking to you radiated an easy confidence that was simply captivating.

You could feel the heat creep up your neck, he looked at you like he had really meant what he said, even in the dim light of the bar you could see that glint in his eyes. He was clearly hitting on you, and that fact was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

“What do you want to know, then? Not that you have me all for yourself?” You asked, putting on a nonchalant face to hide your inner turmoil.

Jake laid one of his arms on the backrest behind you, his hand just hovering over you. You shivered slightly, not from cold but from having Jakes fingers that close to the bare skin of your shoulder. He was clearly doing this on purpose, and it worked.

“Oh, I wanna know everything about you.” He murmured, and his hand reached out to let his fingers trail across the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Feeling his touch made your body shiver and your mind go blank, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

The burning longing in your stomach intensified and knew that you had to put a stop to this right now, before things got out of control.

You had never crushed on anyone so hard, but he was your boss. You repeated those words over and over in your head to prevent yourself from simply leaning into Jake and take him up on whatever he was offering you. You couldn’t just hook up with him in a bar while he was so obviously drunk.

“Jake, I’m sorry, but I have to go now.” You tried to make your voice sound steady, and resolute, even if you wanted nothing more than for Jake to just grab you and make you stay with him for the rest of the night.

Jake looked taken aback, but still got out of his seat, making room for you to step out of the booth.

“Everything alright?” he asked, “You need someone to take you home?”

“I’m fine. I’ll see you on Monday, have a good rest of the night.” You rambled, before all but fleeing the bar without saying goodbye to anyone else.

You walked almost a block before you stopped, taking some deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

You just had a far from innocent encounter with your boss, and now you wanted him even more.

+++

You had spent the whole weekend dreading going back to work on Monday.

You weren’t sure which outcome was worse, Jake being offended by the rejection or the possibility that he regretted even trying to hit on you.

Also, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if you had taken him up on the offer. Maybe you could’ve spent your weekend tangled up in the sheets with him, but was a one-night stand, even with Jake Tapper, really worth risking your job? Definitely not.

At work, you tried to avoid any contact with Jake, arriving last minute to the morning briefing and fleeing the room the second he dismissed the team. During the show, your eyes stayed glued to your tablet, even if you weren’t able to make sense of a single thing you were reading, your thoughts circled entirely around Jake.

After you wrapped the show, you left the studio in a hurry, trying to make it back to your work space, but a familiar voice calling out your name stopped you in your tracks.

For a moment, you considered ignoring it, but you couldn’t just not answer to your boss, so you stopped and turned around to face him.

Jakes expression was unreadable, his voice serious as he addressed you.

“Would you please join me in my office for a minute, Y/N?”

You just mumbled something in agreement and followed him, the nervousness almost making you sick too your stomach.

Closing the door of his office behind you, Jake sighted and leaned against his desk. For the first time that day, you really looked at him and realized how tired and worn out he looked.

He took a deep breath before he spoke.

“Look, Y/N, I really have to apologize. What I did the other night was not only absolutely unprofessional, but it also clearly made you uncomfortable. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I had too much to drink, and I was reading the signals wrong. I thought you might feel the same but I know that’s not an excuse. Just let me tell you that I am really, really sorry, and if you don’t feel comfortable working around me any longer, I promise that I will find you an amazing spot on another show, just say so.” He was rambling by now and looked like a beaten dog.

Your head was spinning, him being sorry wasn’t something you had expected. And what was he even talking about you feeling the same? You had to clear this up, the poor man was absolutely devastated.

“Jake, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, not in the slightest. And I would never want to work for anyone else.”

You took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“Your advances weren’t unwelcome. I was just so hesitant, because you’re my boss and everything. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to just hook up with you at a party, our work relationship is too important.”

Jake raised his head, a look of absolute surprise on his face.

“So you’re not feeling like I harassed you?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh my god, no!” you exclaimed, your voice coming out a tad too loud, but you didn’t care.

Jake breathed in relief before approaching you, putting a hand on your arm. Goosebumps started to break out over your body when he spoke again, his voice deeper and smoother this time.

“Who said I just wanted to hook up with you? Why do you think I haven’t had my eyes on you from the moment you stepped through these doors? What gave you the idea I haven’t waited for the right moment the entire time?”

“You have?” you whispered, staring up into his eyes. He didn’t answer, instead he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. You were starstruck for a moment, unable to move a single muscle, but when Jakes hand came to rest on your lower back to pull you against him, you softened under him and leaned into his body.

He broke the kiss to softly stroke your jaw and down your neck with a single finger, and you unconsciously tilted your head to give him better access.

“Is this really a good idea?” you breathed, not trusting your voice right now.

“Assuming you want this as much as I do, I’d say this is a damn good idea.” Jake responded, and hearing this encouraged you to reach out and start to loosen his tie.

His eyebrows surged up and a smug grin started to spread over his face, making him look much more like the guy from the bar instead of your serious news anchor boss.

“You mean here, right now?” he murmured. “Ok, fine with me, baby, just let me lock the door real quick.”

As soon as he had turned the lock, he was on you in a heartbeat, kissing you much harder now, his teeth softly biting your bottom lip. He buried his hands in your hair, tugging on the strands while you unbuttoned his dress shirt with shaky fingers, a task that got increasingly difficult when his distracting hands wandered lower to squeeze your ass through your skirt. You moaned against his mouth and he slowly pushed you back until your back hit the edge of his desk.

Jake shrugged his shirt of his shoulders and made quick work of your sweater as well. He stepped out of his shoes and trousers, but his eyes stayed on you, pupils blown, taking in your trembling form.

“You are so gorgeous, Y/N. Take off that skirt for me.” He murmured, and you moved like on autopilot, already so aroused that he could’ve told you to do literally anything.

“The bra as well, baby.” Jakes voice was already slightly strained, but still had that commanding edge that made you reach behind you to unclasp your bra.

It fell to the floor and Jakes hand were on your breasts a moment later, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a small whimper, arching your back and grinding your core against the bulge in Jakes boxers.

“Jake, please.”

“Please what, Y/N? What do you want?” Jake cooed, pressing a kiss to your neck.

Instead of answering him, you swiftly pulled his boxers down his legs and wrapped your hands around his hard length, giving a firm stroke that made him curse under his breath.

He grabbed your ass to lift you up onto the desk behind you. Your panties were off before you knew it, and any sense of shame you might have felt about being naked on top of your bosses’ papers was forgotten when his huge hands roughly spread your thighs to step between them, the tip of his cock teasing you before he slid into you with one hard thrust.

You hastily slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your scream that would’ve probably alarmed the entire office.

He filled you perfectly and instantly started slamming into you with deep strokes. There was a loud clatter as several items fell off Jakes desk, but neither of you seemed to notice, both lost in the pleasure the other one was giving.

“Shit, I’ve wanted this for months.” Jake grunted, “I knew you would feel amazing.”

You could only whimper in response, your hands now looking for something to hold on as Jake deepened his thrusts, using his tight grab on your hips to pull you flush against him with each slam of his hips.

He looked like a man undone above you, his hair was a mess and there was a look of such heated arousal on his face, it felt like his eyes were burning into you. It was intoxicating.

“Jake.” You whispered. “You feel so fucking good. Please don’t stop.”

“The next time I’ll fuck you, it’s going to be somewhere the walls are thicker. I want to hear you scream my name. “Jake growled, reaching between your legs to press down onto your throbbing clit. When he pinched you bud between his fingers, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks .

You came with a cry that was swallowed by Jakes mouth crashing onto yours as he followed you over the edge, and you held onto each other, riding out the highs of your shared climax.

“Fuck. Wow.” you panted as soon as Jake let go of you.

“Yeah, wow.” He agreed and wiped some sweat off his forehead before carefully pulling out and stepping back to help you climb off the table. He was still catching his breath, looking around the office in search of his clothes.

“Sorry about that.” You muttered, pointing to the mess of papers and files that had fallen off his desk and were now scattered across the floor along with various items of clothing and something that looked a lot like Jakes desk light. “I think we broke your lamp as well.”

“Definitely worth it.” He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. “Can’t believe that just happened.” He whispered. “I was so afraid I had scared you off with my behavior.”

“Jake, it’s alright, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy the attention.” You said softly, giving him a reassuring smile. Your heart was still racing, you mind trying to make sense of what just happened while you collected your underwear, being naked in that situation suddenly made you feel kind of vulnerable.

Jake was still watching you warily as he started to put on his clothes as well.

“Y/N, like I said, this really isn’t some quick hookup for me.” He took a deep breath. “Let me take you out tonight? No pressure, no expectations, we just talk and see what happens. What do you think?”

“I agree, I’m curious if you can still flirt with me without several drinks to ease the way.” You replied, chuckling and reaching out to fix Jakes tie.

You had no idea where your sudden feeling of ease came from, but there was no way you would miss the opportunity of having an actual date with Jake Tapper.

And who knew, maybe he could become something more than just your boss.

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || You’re An Idol and Have A Panic Attack

A/N: Contains descriptions of panic attacks/stressful situations that could be triggering to some people. I hope this is to your liking my lovely anon, I’ve been unwell all weekend so I cancelled my plans so I’ve been working on my requests. Hope you like it

Seokjin:

You were at the AMA’s looking for you way around. You were supposed to be performing your new song soon but you were lost and you didn’t have the confidence to ask someone where you should be going, you were new to the whole idol world, you were shy and quiet so you didn’t know how everything worked just yet. You weren’t used to talking to different people all the time and so it was a little hard to get used to everything going on around you, you didn’t know many people in the industry yet except for your manager and crew members, but they were all out front getting ready to watch instead of working, you were a guest performer, your manger was out in a business meeting so you were left alone, you promised her you could manage but now you were doubting yourself, wishing you’d never promised and that you knew more people to help you around. You were sure you passed by the same speaker four times now and you were starting to feel your heart race and your palms were starting to sweat, you leant back against a wall near you when you saw someone coming towards you,

“Shit.” You mumbled ducking out of the way of a group of seven men walking towards you, they all walked past without a second glance but then the second tallest one stopped and looked at you, you were panting now. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your head was spinning and you started to feel sick.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” You looked up to see big brown eyes staring back down into yours, you were shocked at first but your heart and mind were racing too much for you to think about it.

“Look at me. Breathe. Breathe.” You nodded along with him and his friends were going to talk to someone else,

“Get me some water Jimin.” The one in front of you said, dropping to his knees in front of you and holding your hands, you looked at his hands and then to his face, you never even noticed how handsome he was until then.

“Okay so, tell me your name.” You frowned shaking your head and closing your eyes, your head was pounding, a headache starting to form now.

“Y/N.” You answered making eye contact with him once again, he handed you a bottle of water and you smiled.

“Where did you grow up, do you remember the street name?” You frowned, nodding your head as you thought about where you grew up, you told him the street and he smiled nodding along and encouraging you to drink the water.

“Okay so…tell me about your family, or why you’re back here.” He whispered to you, you smiled softly at him and then began to explain everything.

(X)

“Thank you.” You said to him after your show, he was waiting by the side of the stage for you with a smile on our face, he’d finally calmed you down backstage.

“You did amazing!” He said with a smile, you looked at him and he walked you through the backstage going towards your changing room, he promised you after he calmed you down to walk you around and show you backstage.

“Thank you Jin, I bet you guys will rock it too.” You said as you sat down on the sofa, taking a bottle of water and handing it to him. He was performing in an hour and the meantime you were going to sit and talk backstage to get to know each other more.

“I’ve been watching you perform for a while, you’re always so insane! We’ve loved you since you started on youtube.” You were shocked at his sudden admittance to knowing who you were.

“You know me?” You stuttered out, a little shy that the Kim Seokin from BTS knew who you were.

“Yeah! We’ve all been watching you on youtube, we loved the cover of Boy With Luv you did.” He admitted, taking a bottle from you and drinking from it, you were blushing a bright red colour now and so was he, his ears were turning a bright red colour the more you stared at him.

“I’m glad you liked it.” You said with a shy smile on your face.

Yoongi:

“You’re going to be fine,” Your bandmate said as you paced back and forth in the changing room, it wasn’t your first time performing but it was your first time performing in a new arena, and in front of BTS. THE BTS!  They’d tweeted out about coming to see your band perform tonight and you’d been on edge ever since, you were a nervous wreck, you’d always loved them and now they were coming to see you.

“Look, we’re on in ten minutes. See you out there.” Your friend said, leaving the room. You groaned looking at the clock on the wall and then going to follow after her but once you left the room she was gone, it was packed backstage and people were walking all over the place doing their own thing, you bit down on your lip looking over people to try and find her but it was useless, she was gone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You repeated going out into the halls to try and find your way around, why wasn’t anything properly labelled?! You mentally slapped yourself for letting her walk away without you. You were about to turn a corner when you walked into someone’s chest, knocking you back a couple of steps, you fell into a wall and began to panic, everything around you felt like it was starting to cave in on you and the tears started before you could even think.

“Whoa, it’s okay. Look.” You looked up to see Min Yoongi looking at you, he smiled at you with a gummy smile and you felt a little more at ease.

“You okay?” He questioned coming over to you, you nodded, still unable to find words because he was Min-Fucking-Yoongi.

“Yeah…New arena…Not used to it.” You managed to stutter out to him, he chuckled softly and took you over to the changing room again, but you shook your head.

“I have to go on, I don’t have time…Do you know the way to the stage?” You questioned with a small laugh, he nodded and you both began walking towards the stage where your bandmates were waiting for you.

(X)

“I told you, you had nothing to worry about.” He said as you came into the changing room after the concert ended, you laughed sitting on the sofa and shaking your head, he was right. Just before you went onto the stage he was talking to you about how well it was going to go, and how amazing you always performed but you couldn’t question him before.

“That was insane!” You screamed looking over at your bandmate who was laughing at something Jin was saying to her, the rest of the members all of somewhere else in the room and Yoongi was sitting next to you, talking to you about how the show went and that’s when you decided to question him on it.

“You said we always do amazing, have you been to a concert before?” You questioned, you had more confidence thanks to the adrenaline rush from the stage and you felt like you could do anything, Yoongi, on the other hand, was shy now, he was starting to stutter over his words and was blushing a bright red colour.

“Oh, he’s had a crush on you since you started!” You heard Taehyung yell from the other said of the changing room, your eyes widened and so did Yoongi’s, both of you now blushing a bright red colour, your crush had a crush on you!

“Just ask her out, it’s obvious she likes you too.” Your bandmate said from behind you, Yoongi just looked at you with a questioning look, too nervous to actually ask you, so you nodded, also too nervous to form words.

Hoseok:

Why did you think this was a good idea again?! Coming alone to a concert to a band you didn’t know personally and now getting lost backstage. Your manager had managed to get you inside with her but now she was off doing something else while you tried to find your way around. Some of the crew for the band you were seeing smiled and waved at you, you weren’t big. Just a small new idol around town and you’d performed a few times with some of the crew members working under you, it was a small world after all. You were trying to get your phone out from your back pocket to try and call your manager, maybe have her find you and walk you around to the side of the stage where you could see the concert but your phone was dead and you had no charger or charging pack on you.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself, standing near a giant speaker and trying to calm yourself down, you could feel the panic attack coming but you didn’t want it to start, you were doing so well. But your heart was starting to pound against your chest, your hands were sweating and you knew that your breathing was starting to become more shallow by every passing second, you tried to remember all of the different techniques to use in this situation but it was as if your head was empty now and all you could think about was how lost you were and how you had no way out before you knew it. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and you could hardly stand up, your legs felt like they were being pulled down to the ground so you sat down, dragging your knees into your chest and resting your head on them,

“Whoa, hey.” You heard someone say, you didn’t look up, you didn’t want to, but someone placed their hands on your chin and lifted you up to look at them.

“Y/n.” You looked at who it was, trying to focus on something else, Hoseok. How did he know who you were? Why was he now looking at you with a worried look in his eyes,

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He breathed out, looking at you and realising you were having a panic attack, he sat down in front of you and took your hands in his.

“Okay, look at me…Right. Big deep breath in.” He said to you, you nodded and starting deep breathing with him, and he nodded at you, letting you both exhale before repeating it again.

(X)

“You okay?” He asked after you finally got your breathing back to normal, he handed you a tissue from his pocket and you took it, smiling at him and wiping your eyes, your makeup for the night probably ruined beyond repair by now.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just lost and I couldn’t call my manager.” You managed to say, he helped you up on your feet,

“That’ll explain why she couldn’t get through to you earlier.” He chuckled, walking with you along the hallways, greeting people as you walked.

“You know my manager?” You questioned, turning a corner with him and heading towards a set of doors, he nodded at you.

“You wanted to come and see us, she contacted me for tickets. Made me promise to look after you but I guess I didn’t do a very good job.” you laughed along with him, she’d set you up to meet with your favourite member and didn’t even tell you.

“We can blame her, she didn’t tell me she was getting me to meet my favourite BTS member.” You said without thinking, he stopped in his tracks which made you stop.

“Favourite?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow, you blushed and looked down at the ground, wanting it to just swallow you or your manager to come out and rescue you from embarrassment.

“You’re my favourite too.” He whispered to you with a wink, your blush becoming ten times deeper than it was before, and a small blush was appearing on him too.

Namjoon:

You were walking along the red carpet, stopping to do interviews with different people, you were a new artist on the scene so many people were screaming for you to come and talk to them, but you were told by your manager to walk only to the ones she’d given you, and then to head inside to find her. You were dressed in a silver ball gown, your hair was up and your makeup was done by one of the best in the business, you weren’t nervous at first, you only started getting nervous when you headed inside of the building. STAPLES Center, it was huge and packed full of different people. You couldn’t find your manager where she said she would be standing but she was nowhere to be seen, you were about to turn around and go in another direction but a group of paparazzi were walking towards you so you turned forwards again and began walking through the building to try and find her. You cursed yourself for not bringing your phone with you, and for the dress not having pockets to put your phone in,

“Excuse me-” You tried to grab someone’s attention but he ignored you, putting his head down and continuing to walk away from you, you bit down on your lip, everyone you tried to grab was either ignoring you or didn’t hear you.

“Shit.” You mumbled trying not to cry, you didn’t need to cry but being stuck somewhere you didn’t know the way around was making your anxiety worsen.

“You alright? You lost?” You turned around to see where the voice was coming from and you met the eyes of Namjoon from BTS, he was taken back when he saw it was you in front of him, you smiled softly and nodded.

“Lost, I don’t know my way around.” You said trying to calm down your beating heart, it wasn’t the panic making your heart pound it was being this close to Kim Namjoon.

“I can help you out, do you know where you’re supposed to be sitting?” He questioned, coming closer to you since more people were starting to pour in from outside, you were pressed against a wall now and he was a few inches in front of you, you were sure if he listened carefully and the place was empty he could hear your heart beating.

“No, my manager said she would meet me here and take me but she’s a no show.” You said with a nervous laugh, trying to make light of the situation but it wasn’t working.

“You can come and sit with us, we have a spare and empty seat for our manager who couldn’t come with us tonight, or you can sit with us until your manager comes to find you.” You nodded following beside him towards some doors, he let you go first and you thanked him.

“Thank you for this.” You said as you walked side by side towards his band members,

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” He chuckled along with you but then he said something that almost made you fall over nothing,

“You could give me your number.” You stared back at him for a couple of seconds, both of you stopped in the middle of the walkway and looking at one another in the eyes.

“I’d love that.” You said back to him, you had no idea where the sudden confidence boost was coming from but you didn’t care, you wrote down your number in his phone and smiled.

“I don’t currently have my phone to prove it’s my real one…but I wouldn’t give you a fake one.” You said looking at him, he was laughing with you as you headed to his seat.

“I believe you.”

Jimin:

You’d been on edge all day, you were stressed with college work and idol work, you were a new performer but you were still studying, you thought it would be easy to do both but you were clearly wrong on that end. You were currently backstage at the Billboard Awards, you were supposed to be going up in about half an hour but you were late coming in from studying, and now you had no idea where any of your team were or the changing rooms, you were completely lost backstage and you knew you were going to be in trouble by your whole management team for being late, they told you not to keep studying while you worked, it would only lead to unneeded stress.

Jimin was walking backstage when he noticed you leant against a wall, he saw your shoulders shaking and your tears running down your face, he rushed over to you, sitting next to you and pulling you into him, you didn’t even care who it was but you snuggled against their arms as you gasped for air, tears streaming down your cheeks,

“You’re okay, it’s okay.” You heard him whisper to you, you were shaking and holding onto his arms tighter, he then began to sing softly into your ears, so only you could hear him singing, he held you tighter and you began to relax as the words left his mouth, that’s when everything started to come back to you, you were laid in someone’s arms, and not just anyone, you looked up to confirm what you were thinking and your eyes met Jimin’s. He smiled down at you, still singing softly as you stared at one another, someone cleared their throat you both looked up to Yoongi looking down at you both, you blushed, standing up and brushing off your pants.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You said shaking his hand, he smiled at you taking your hand and shaking it, Jimin shot him a look and he walked away from you both.

“Thank you Jimin…for calming me down.” You said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about crying and having a panic attack in front of him, you shook his hand as a greeting and he smiled taking your hand in his and shaking it just like Yoongi had done.

“No problem, you looked like you needed the help, you want to talk about it?” He questioned, your hands were still locked together, except now it was as if you were holding hands, your fingers intertwined together.

“Yeah I would Lov-”

“Y/N! Where have you been!? I’ve been calling you! You’re on in ten minutes!” You stage manager screamed at you from down the hall, you nodded dropping your hand from Jimin’s and shyly looking at him.

“I’ll catch you after the show, then we can go and get a coffee and talk about it.” You nodded and he smirked, winking at you and letting you go to your stage manager who looked pissed that you were so late.

Taehyung:

“This is amazing!” Your friend yelled as she jumped up and down, you’d brought her along to one of the BTS concerts you’d been invited to with your manager, you were a new idol on the scene and BigHit wanted to get you involved with them so they were sending you to meet some of their clients, you’d already met Lee Hyun and some of the TXT members but now you were meeting BTS, you knew your friend was a fan so you brought her along wanting her to have fun and be your moral support for the time you were there, which she was…until she ran off promising she would only be two minutes and you didn’t see her for half an hour. You were starting to worry because things were being packed up and you hadn’t found her yet. You walked around but you couldn’t see her, so you were standing against a back wall trying to calm your breathing but it was hard, you started to feel like there was a belt wrapped around your lungs, tightening whenever you took a breath.

“What’s wrong?” You looked up to see Taehyung walking towards you, abandoning his band members and coming to your side, you didn’t even question how he knew you but you knew he was a social butterfly and was trying to be nice to you.

“Talk to me.” He said in a calm tone as he reached you, he took your arms in his and tried to get you to face him.

“Can’t…Can’t breathe.” You panted out to him trying not to choke on the words, he nodded and looked you in the eyes.

“You’re going to be okay, look me in the eyes okay, we’ll breathe together.” He said to you, you nodded and began following the breathing tips he was giving you, breathing in for ten seconds, holding and letting it all out again. Slowly but surely it felt as if the imaginary belt around your lungs was gone and you could breathe again.

“Better?” You smiled and nodded your head, finally feeling better, you leant your head back against the wall, feeling drained from the panic attack.

“Thank you.” You said to him, taking a bottle of water he was handing to you.

“Anytime.” He said with a bright smile, you sat down on the floor and he sat down beside you, the rest of his members were gone now and you were left alone with him.

“Want to talk about it Y/N?” He questioned, you looked at him, a little shocked he knew your name but then you realised you were being recruited by BigHit so that’s probably why.

“Lost my friend backstage, she was supposed to be moral support but I couldn’t find her, not a good look for someone who’s supposed to be getting into this industry,” You sighed taking a sip of the water but he shook his head at you.

“Trust me, you’re an amazing performer so they’ll look past it, probably help you with your anxiety if it’ll make things easier for you.” You looked at him, he’d heard you perform?

“You’ve heard me perform?” You questioned him, he was now blushing a bright red colour.

“I may have shown your work to some managers and influenced them into recruiting you.” You were so shocked by his admittance but you just threw your arms around him and hugged him, he was shocked at first but hugged you back.

“Thank you so much, you have no idea what that’s done for my career.” You said to him, pulling away and smiling at him, the blush still bright as ever on his cheeks.

Jungkook:

You’d just finished a meet and greet and you were beyond tired now, you loved meeting all of your fans and getting to know them but now you were ready for a week-long nap and a shower. You were backstage at the event, everyone was rushing to get things packed up and you were as lost as ever, you hadn’t been to this venue yet and you didn’t know where anything was, or where any of your band members had gone off to, you were alone and didn’t know how to ask anyone anything, you didn’t want to bother anyone they all seemed to be busy and in their own world. You were starting to panic, you could feel your heart racing. You didn’t want to panic about this, it was something so small, it shouldn’t bother you so much, you knew you were going to be fine but your body didn’t see it that way, it was starting to go into fight or flight mode and it was choosing flight, your tears started and your heart was hammering against your rib cage, you could have sworn it was trying to get out of your chest.

“Y/n?!” You heard a male voice ask, but you didn’t notice who it was, you just dropped onto your knees and began to cry, you felt pathetic but your heart was starting to hurt and your head was racing.  The person who had yelled for you was now next to you and lifting your head, he sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms, letting you use his legs as a pillow, he began drawing small invisible patterns into your skin, your hands reached out to his thighs and you clutched onto them.

“It’s okay, I’m here, just breathe. Focus on deep breathing alright?” You nodded as he repeated breathing techniques out for you to follow and you did so, your breathing slowly returning to normal as a stranger held you in his arms, you opened your eyes and looked up to see Jungkook staring down at you, you sat up and bit down on your lip.

“Sorry…You must think I’m some kind of-” He shook his head, stopping you mid-sentence and looking at you.

“No, you were having a panic attack…You’re okay now though yeah?” You nodded a small smile on your lips as he took your hands in his and smiled back at you.

“Good…I just came by to meet you and I was late to the actual meet and greet and someone said they saw you back here and then I saw you panicking and I knew I had to do something, couldn’t let my favourite member get like that.” He said with a sigh in his voice, you looked at him with a smile again and he was blushing a deep red.

“I’m your favourite?” You questioned, your small smile gone and replaced with a huge one, he was shying away from you now and you giggled.

[dirt-cup-draco]

George x Reader- Because I Want You

hey! if you are still taking requests (i love your writing btw) i would like to request a george weasley x reader. where she’s friends with the twins and she’s on a date with a boy and the twins ruin their date and he confesses his feelings, ending in fluff. thanks! hope you are well! 💓

“Why are you-” Fred started, motioning to your neat outfit.

“Dressed up like that?” George finished, eyes wide and adoring. 

You rolled your eyes, your friends were nosy and you knew if you told them the truth they would pester you to no end. “None of your business,” You argued as Fred laughed, George frowning. 

“She’s going on a date,” Ginny smirked.

“Ginny!” You scolded, swatting her. “I didn’t want them knowing!” 

“And why is that?” Fred prodded, George still silent as his frown grew more severe. 

“Because!” You reasoned. “You two always have some stupid plan and it always messes up my life,” 

Fred pretended to be hurt but George’s heart ached a bit at your words. You thought they were just there to screw up your life? It hurt almost as much as the fact that you were going on a date and hadn’t wanted to tell him. He understand that he and his brother could go too far but he had hoped that you were still able to confide in him. He thought you two were close. 

“Right then,” George coughed, “We better get to lunch then, leave Y/N to her date,” With that, the chaotic twins excused themselves, George gripping Fred’s arm and dragging him away as you narrowed your eyes. George was acting weird. And Fred was following along? Something must be wrong. 

“Oi, what’s got into you then?” Fred asked, “If you’re so upset about her going on a date, just tell her how you feel,” He guessed as his twin scowled at the fireplace in their common room later that night. 

“Keep your voice down!” George scolded, eyes darting around at the empty place. Everyone was using their weekend to the fullest and we was sulking while his brother gave him a pep talk. 

“What have you got to lose?” Fred asked as his brother looked uncharacteristically sad. 

“Her,” He admitted, biting his fingernail as he thought of all the possible ways he could be rejected by you.

“What if she feels the same?”

“You don’t know that,” George shot back, daring his brother to argue. 

“No, I dont,” Fred cursed himself for not knowing where you stood. “But we could find out,” He began, an idea forming in his head. “If she has the worst date in history she’ll never want to go on a second one with this bozo and then you’ll sweep and boom! instant hero,” 

“No...” George said softly as his eyes widened. “Fred that’s awful...that’s- that’s brilliant!” He hopped up, grabbing his twin’s hand and pulling him up from the couch. “Let’s go!” He exclaimed, grabbing his coat and dashing towards hogsmeade. 

--

It had started with your date, Dean Thomas, accidentally spilling his glass of butterbeer on you. He apologized quickly, trying to wipe it up before you interrupted, using a simple charm to clean up. 

“Sorry Y/N, don’t know how that happened,” He chuckled awkwardly as you both tried to pick up where your conversation had ended abruptly. After another near mishap with butterbeer, the two of you had decided to take a walk around Hogsmeade and maybe visit Zonkos. 

Then Dean had tripped miraculously on nothing, nearly sending a display toppling on you. He had been red faced and apologetic, making sure you were alright. After that you decided to go to Honeydukes. 

As fate would have it you were both talking easily again, Dean even grabbing your hand at one point. Things were starting to mend themselves when the poor boy slipped, tugging you down with him. “Merlin, I swear I’m not usually such a klutz, Seamus must have given me his bad luck for the night,” 

“No worries,” You said airily but you had to admit the date hadn’t been going well. Was it a sign? You’d been hesitant to say yes in the first place but Ginny had reassured you Dean was a great guy, just not the one for her. She held no bad feelings for the boy and if you wanted to say yes you could. 

You had exited the shop, deciding to walk to the shrieking shack. Maybe keeping things simple would cure the date from it’s bad reputation. Dean was embarrassed but kept his cool and you admired it, keeping hold of his hand so he didn’t feel too bad for the way things had gone. 

You had managed to salvage things, the rest of the night going swimmingly as you sat a fair distance from the legendary haunted house. You had talked under the moonlight, shoulder pressed to his as you spoke about your classes, likes and dislikes. Dean had turned towards you, a hopeful look in his eye as he fell quiet. 

He was going to kiss you. You were nervous, you hadn’t kissed someone for a while, not really looking to date. What if you were a bad kisser? Before he could kiss you however he was pulling back with a sudden jerk, yelping.

“Alright?” You questioned. 

“Y-yeah, sorry it just felt like something hit my head...” He trailed off, looking around him in confusion. He didn’t find anything satisfactory and turned back to you, “Now where were we?” He tried to bring back the mood. 

It failed however as there was the distinct sound of something bouncing off the back of his head, a pebble falling to the ground as Dean cried out again. “What in the world?” 

After shaking off the mystery pebble, he tried kissing you once more before he was being pelted with several pebbles, some even missing their target and hitting you. You both jumped up, trying to avoid the rocks. 

“It must be that damned house!” Dean hollered, “This date is cursed! Sorry, Y/N!” He shouted over his shoulder as pebbles continued to follow him as he raced towards Hogwarts. The second he was gone from your sight it seemed the chaos ended. You were speechless. 

“This date is cursed!?” You repeated to yourself, kicking the ground in frustration. “What rubbish!” 

You fell back onto the ground, feeling.. confused to say the least. You had thought it had been going well. Sure things had been a bit odd but not enough for Dean to leave you here alone... 

Suddenly a familiar voice was calling, “You alright?” 

You looked up to find George, a curious look on his face as you nodded. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Dean left... The whole night was chaos!” You started to rant, not even stopping to think. “It was going fine until his butterbeer practically flew off the table onto my lap! And then he barely tapped a shelf at Zonkos and the entire thing nearly fell on us! We went to Hogsmeade and he fell and took me with him. It was craziness Georgie! And then we were just sitting here and it was so good and out of nowhere-”  You froze. 

George was being awfully silent. You narrowed your eyes as you looked at him again and he was just standing patiently in a new jumper his mom had made for him, hair neater than normal. What was he doing here in the first place? 

“Please tell me you didn’t,” You started, knowing he would understand. A nervous smile broke out on his face and your heart sank. “George Weasley I cannot believe you! Fred, where are you, you coward? Come out now! I want to properly scold the both of you!” You were livid. 

“Fred left, chased Dean off,” George admitted, that smile wiped from his face as he looked at you sheepishly. 

“Why?” you asked, “Why George? I expected this from Fred but not you... I thought you knew when to draw the line and not go too far... But this, this was too far,” You shook your head, not knowing what else to say. You shoved past George, more upset than you’d been in a while. 

“Wait, Y/N, let me explain,” He pleaded and you spun on your heel, jabbing your finger in his chest as your eyes threatened to release the tears you were desperately holding back. 

“What could you possibly have to say?!” You asked. “What makes this better George? What justifies you ruining my date?” 

“I wanted it to be me,” George gulped, suddenly feeling like this might have been a  not so brilliant plan as you looked at him with anger and worse, disappointment. 

“Excuse me?” You asked, not knowing quite what he meant. 

“I wanted to be the one on this date, I was jealous of Dean. You looked really pretty, you still do, and hearing that you didn’t want us knowing because you thought we might muck it up hurt. I wanted you to trust me and be able to tell me you were going on a date. I let it get the better of me and I did just what you said I would... I’m sorry Y/N,” George said truthfully, knowing he couldn’t possibly pull himself out of this hole. 

“George... I do trust you. I just don’t exactly like talking about my dating life with you...” You paused.

“Because?” George could see you trying to work through your unfinished sentence. You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as you began to pace. He couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or not. 

“I don’t like dating around, never have. It feels useless,” You explained. “It feels useless because I don’t ever like the guy, my heart is set on someone else but tonight, with Dean, I thought I could move on,” Your voice cracked and George felt infinitely worse. 

“Can I ask who it is?” George asked carefully, knowing he was definitely one of the last people you wanted to talk to right now. It was a miracle you hadn’t hexed him yet. You laughed but it was brittle and sharp, going straight through George’s heart. 

“You idiot, don’t you know?” you bit your lip as you finally looked him in the eye, holding his gaze as he pulled meaning from your words. 

“S-since when? Why didn’t you tell me?” He gasped.

“Same reason you didn’t tell me, I s’pose.” You gave a watery chuckle and George grinned. 

“You mean it?” He asked. 

“Yes, I mean it. My heart is yours you fool,” 

George gathered you in his arms, kissing you like he’d been wanting to do all day and all night long. You grinned against his lips but then surprisingly, bit him. 

“What was that for?” He asked, puzzled. 

Your smile was saccharine and sinful. “Just a warning, never do anything like that ever again, I don’t care if you want to get my attention, just ask for it next time,” 

“Yes ma’am,” George gulped as you kissed him again, soothing his now slightly sore lip. 

“Now lets go back to Hogwarts, I’ve had enough chaos for the day, you can take me on a proper date next week,” You sighed but intertwined your fingers with George’s.

It had been a foolish idea, but you were secretly pleased now that you had George, the only positive of a miserable night. 

“Should Fred worry?” George asked as you two walked back, hand in hand. 

“Oh yes, he should worry a lot,” You smiled and George couldn’t help but smile back, laughter bubbling up. You were something else but he adored you and he couldn’t be happier.  

[katpapple]

A Test of Courage

A Test of Courage

A Banri x Kat fanfic

This is a self ship fic, uwa. Hope you like it! qwq

Focus was drawn to the tv screen as the competition occupies his attention. Well, most of it anyway. Banri’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing with a frustrated growl. Itaru on the other hand had a completely stone faced expression, magenta irises honed in on the fight as he won the match once again. The younger man let out a sigh of defeat, rubbing his temples in small circles.

“Dammit…” He muttered. Banri’s skills were rusted. Though they shouldn’t have been; he practiced fighting the character Itaru was good at with her, after all. What was causing him to feel so distracted? His mind was drifting all over the place to so many different thoughts, but it always went back to those smoky blue eyes - that rosy cheeked smile - and those wavy blond locks. The image left a lasting imprint, one that was shaking him to the core. 

“Wow, your game was off today,” Of course Itaru noticed. “Alright, spill it. What’s going on?” And go figure he would want to know what’s on Banri's mind. This made the Autumn Troupe leader groan as he was trying to find good wording.

“It’s nothin’. Must be an off day for me.” Yeah, no kidding. He was just reiterating Itaru’s point. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk, it’s just that the words were escaping him. He didn’t wanna sound like a fool that wasn’t making any sense. Though right now, it felt like nothing was making sense to him. Why did he feel this way again?

“You like Kat a lot, don’t you?”

“Huh?” The brunette took a glance at the man sitting next to him.

“I think it’s pretty obvious at this point that you like her in a romantic sense. Your expressions seem so much more soft and doting around her. Plus, Kazunari said you two eat lunch together more often at class now.”

Shit. Banri’s cover was blown. Light brown strands were slicked back through his fingers as he tried not to keel over from the blatantly humiliating callout from Itaru. Now he remembered why he was so off today. It was Kat; She was all Banri could think about right now. He thought about playing it cool, feigning ignorance, but that wouldn't work. Not when Itaru knew him well enough to pick up on his mood just from his performance when gaming. A disgruntled sigh left slightly chapped lips, and Banri rested his chin in the palm of his hand.

"I don't know what it is about her, but-" He paused. "Whenever I'm near her lately, I kinda freeze up and I can feel my face getting warmer." Honestly, it pissed him off a little. He thought he sounded so stupid; getting this flustered around a girl he'd known for about a year now made him feel like some sort of protagonist from a romance anime. Even now, he felt his face rise in temperature, and he could deduce that his cheeks were definitely flushed. God, he felt so hopeless.

"Wow." A reaction that caught the young man off guard.

"The hell do you mean by that?" The question caused Itaru to chuckle, a smile decorating his face with mischief.

"Sounds to me like your life's not in super ultra easy mode anymore, am I right?"

The worst part was that Banri couldn't disagree.

"Ha ha, very funny Itaru," He replied in a mocking tone. "Though, I ain't gonna say that you're wrong. Cuz you're not."

"Well, if I'm not wrong, what's stopping you? Are you scared of rejection?"

"Ha! Scared of rejection? I'm Banri goddamn Settsu," He said that with a smile that so painfully indicated he was scared. "I can bet if I confessed to her right now, she'd be-"

"Banri, I know you're lying." That sentence… Why did it cut so deep? It shouldn't. It was true, of course, but the fact he wasn't able to get away with it made him feel like a deer in the headlights. An anxious pang in his chest only grew as Itaru continued.

"Just like always, you're afraid of losing. Typical Banri mannerisms for you, I guess." 

"A'ight, ya don't have to rub it in, bastard…" Both men let out soft laughter. Though Banri's was born out of fear. It pulsed in his heart, every scenario in his head playing out with the worst possible outcome. These feelings of longing- of teenage anxiety- of a racing heartbeat and lovesick laughter- all of it was so foreign. So exciting. Yet all the same, incredibly terrifying.

"It's just… she's such a cool person, y'feel me?" Banri started. "I mean, she's smart, she's kind, and so freaking talented on stage. And whenever I see her smile and gush over something she loves, her face lights up and it's just so fuckin' cute." At that moment, he snickered, looking at Itaru eye to eye for the first time in that conversation. "And, shit, don't get me started on how her occasional moments where she gets a bit flighty and airheaded make me so damn happy. Like, she can be so mature and caring, but also a bit of a klutz who doesn't always think things through, but also super passionate and energetic, just-"

"Your perfect girl, right?" Banri nodded in agreement with Itaru's statement. In all senses, to Banri, Kat was perfect. Even with all the little flaws and quirks, like her occasional bursts of temper, the way her face flushed tomato red when embarrassed, it was all lovely to him. The two of them got along so well, but he remembered that it’d be likely she’d just like to be friends. 

“I wanna tell her. I want her to know how much she makes me smile, man. I want her to know how god damn beautiful she is. But I don’t wanna make things awkward between us either, y’know?” This elicited a tired look from Itaru.

“Dude, it’s gonna be awkward within the first stages of dating anyhow. Better to tell her and at least get your feelings out and face rejection rather than keep going down this back and forth with yourself.”

“Well how the hell am I supposed to do that?!” The blonde shrugged.

“Meh, I dunno. Never dated anyone so I’m useless in that department.” That just turned Banri’s frustration into desperation.

“At least give me something, dude!” An eye roll from Itaru.

“Look, the best advice I can give is ask to talk to her and see where things go from there. Tell her how you feel about her. Y’know, regular confession stuff.”

“Guess that’s a start…” That unfortunately didn’t do much to settle the nerves from the realization that- oh no- he had to confess to the woman he’s slowly grown to pine for this past year and a half. This wasn’t going to be easy, he knew that for sure.

The next morning makes itself known to Banri from the sun’s rays tickling his face, and the absence of Juza’s snoring. It was the weekend, so he didn’t really have anything to do. Accept… he DID have something to do. Something he desperately didn’t want to do, but wanted to do at the exact same time. He could smell breakfast from his room. Pancakes and bacon. It distracted him from the nervous sensation in his stomach.

After a quick shower, he walks down the stairs, sleep still leaving him in a daze as he reaches the dining room. Pretty much everyone was here, save for Itaru and Masumi who were sleeping in. Kat was on the couch, sketchbook in her hands as she waited for Omi to finish breakfast. She looked up from the paper in Banri’s direction, and gave him a soft smile that melts him into a puddle of happiness.

“Morning, BanBan.” BanBan. A nickname she gave him that she used for some lighthearted fun. It caught him off guard, and he thought it was silly, but after a while, he really grew to love it. It was a nice little term of endearment to the both of them. Though mainly, she was too cute to say no to. Her laughter whenever she used it was enough to get him to laugh along from how infectious it was. Banri sat next to his fellow classmate, and gave a half smile in return.

“Mornin’ Kat. Good to see your face. Always brightens my mood.” A light giggle and a faint hint of blush on those already rosy red cheeks caught Banri’s attention. 

“Aww, look at you being all sweet and charming today. Who are you, and what have you done with Banri?”

“Pfft, wow, rude.” The two of them laughed quietly so as to not disturb everyone else. Lord knows Sakyo would be up their asses for it later if they were too loud. “For the record, I’m nice and charming all the time. I’m Banri Settsu after all.” That got Kat to snort.

“Oh my god, that’s so corny, I love it.” Banri chuckled at that. 

“Yeah, it was, my bad.” Then the fear returned. He could hear his heart beating like a hammer, and his hands quivered ever so slightly. “Hey uh… after breakfast, could I tell you somethin’ at the park?” Kat raised her brows inquisitively.

“Huh? Oh, sure!” On cue, Omi called everyone to the dining room. Breakfast was ready. Kat set down her drawing supplies, and made her way to the table, Banri following suit behind her. Today’s breakfast was simple, pancakes, bacon and hard boiled eggs. Kat smiled happily; they were some of her favorite things to eat for breakfast.  Banri sat across from her, the both of them eating in silence aside from occasionally joining in for small talk with others at the table. Though Banri had a hard time eating at all. The anxiety from what he would have to do later made his appetite seem smaller today. He excused himself after only finishing about half his plate, which surprised everyone at the table. He gave a quick tap to the young woman’s shoulder. 

“Just meet me there, ok?” A nod accompanied by a hum of confirmation from Kat was Banri’s cue to leave. His shoulders tensed up as he left, putting on his shoes before starting a jog to the park. The whole time he ran, he could feel his resolve waver more than it already was. ‘What if it isn’t worth it? What if she’ll feel uncomfortable?’

‘What if we’ll never be the same after this?’

It scared him so bad. And it manifested into tears threatening to spill and pour down his cheeks. His mouth felt dry, his breath laboured as he sprinted frantically to the park, stopping in his tracks at the park’s fountain before it all broke loose. Choked sobs left him as he tried to catch his breath. His lip quivered as tears rolled down his cheeks. Banri tried to collect himself, wiping his eyes and nose, and steadying his shaky breath. This break in confidence made him feel so stupid. He felt ashamed for being so afraid. He felt even more stupid because he knew Kat would ask what’s wrong. He didn’t want her to worry. He wasn’t used to it. His parents never paid much attention; he was perfect at everything. Right now though, he was far from that supposed perfect man he was. He was vulnerable; he was second guessing himself. If Kat saw him like this - all clumsy and anxious over a confession - what would she think of him? 

“Banri?” That voice made his heart sink. He felt like he was in such deep shit right now. His blood ran cold, but his face was red from crying.

“Banri, are okay? Oh god, were you crying?” Her worried tone made Banri feel so secure, but it was so odd to him. The young man wanted to brush it off, say it was nothing, but that was a lie he knew she’d see through. ‘Fuck it,’ He thought. ‘Might as well follow through on what you told yourself you were gonna do Banri.’

“Yeah, uh… I was.”

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Nah, nah. Well, I mean- I guess? I just- I dunno, I kinda got something on my mind and it’s really stressin’ me out.” A hand came to Banri’s back; a reassuring touch to let him know he was ok. 

“Do you wanna talk about it? I’m always here for you, BanBan.” That smile that followed her words felt so warm and welcoming. And the way she said ‘BanBan’ was so different from any other time she said it. In most instances, it was used to joke around with him when they were messing around being idiots together. Here, it was affectionate, and born of concern for her friend’s well being. Somewhere in his heart, Banri felt it wasn’t ok to be open with her despite her reassuring he could tell her. But right now, he didn’t care about his worries. His brain was silently screaming at him right now to get it out, to just go for it even if you two just stay friends. That was ok with him. It may be a bit awkward for a while if she doesn’t reciprocate, but that wouldn’t change how much he liked spending time with her as a friend to begin with. Worries be damned, he supposed it was at least worth a shot.

“Yeah, thanks.” Deep breaths. In and out. “So, I’ve kinda debated back and forth since the last week or so whether or not I should tell you this, cuz I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But I wanted to tell you how I feel about you, cuz I have a lot on my mind about a lot of stuff. Ever since we started hanging out over the past year, I’ve kinda started to feel really anxious around you. My heart races, my face gets all red and shit, and I start losing my words.  I really don’t wanna beat around the bush with this but I- I really like you. Like, romantically.”

Silence. It hung over for about a couple seconds, but to Banri it felt like a fucking eternity. At this point one could drop a pin and it would be heard that was how silent it was at that moment. But shock filled the young man’s sapphire eyes when Kat took his hand and held it. She cast a little glance, before looking away with a timid smile. She looked like a blushing bride. Banri didn’t know what to do he was so nauseous from the anxiety, but somehow, gently reciprocating the touch felt so natural and normal. Their eyes finally met, and Kat had a really goofy smile. It was lopsided, and one could tell she was happy but also really nervous. Her face was red, which was unsurprising given she’d get like that when she’d be caught singing by the other company members.

“Y’know, I uh… I’ve kinda wanted to tell you the exact same thing so I’m like, really happy right now.”

“Wait, really?” Kat nodded fervently.

“Yes! Y-Yes I- God, I’ve felt so scared too cuz I really didn’t wanna make things awkward between us if you didn’t feel the same way, But you’re just really fun to be around, you’re really handsome, and I love watching you act cuz you try super hard, and it makes me wanna try just as hard too! A-And I really wanna make you as happy as you make me, so… um…! Yeah, I-I really like you, like, a whole lot!”

Banri’s eyes widened in awe. Was this real? Was this a dream? He wasn’t sure, but a big smile spread across his face, and he started to laugh in relief.

“Holy shit, can I hug you please?” She nodded, and Banri hugged her so tight. He felt so happy. It may have been silly of him to cry tears of joy, but nonetheless he did. Just when he thought the tears had dried up, the euphoria made all the emotions rise up to the surface again. He pulled back to look at Kat, and she was crying too. Looks like she was just as scared as well. It made him feel a little better about everything. Banri tenderly brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears.

“God, I knew you were adorable, but do you have to have such a cute smile?”

“What can I say? I guess I’m like your little ball of sunshine.”

“You’re damn right about that,” Banri placed a featherlight peck on the cheek. “I love you so much, Kat.”

“Love you too, Banri.”

Those words made him happy. So, so happy. Right now, time stood still. He wanted to stay like this. To stay close, in a warm embrace, pressing gentle, nervous kisses to each other’s lips. And right now, in this little moment, they would stay like this for at least half an hour. Banri vowed to himself, as they both stayed comfortable in that blanket of love, that he would make her so damn happy. Lucky for him, he was already well on his way.

[musingsofsaturn]

Opening Up [Kristanna ‘Waitress’ AU] - Chapter Four

[Masterlist for this fic]

Fandom: Frozen/Frozen II

Ship: Anna/Kristoff

Side Pairings: Anna/Hans, Elsa/Honeymaren, Bulda/Cliff

Chapters: 10/10 [COMPLETE]

Rating: M

This Chapter’s Rating: T for mentions of alcoholism

This Chapter’s Word Count: 1,900+

Summary:  Waitress and baker Anna Westergaard’s life changed forever when she discovered some startling news. Dr Kristoff Bjorgman didn’t anticipate liking his new patients quite as much as he did. For better or worse, the residents of the small town of Småby Bend were about to be changed forever.

Author’s Note: Hi folks, apologies for leaving it so long between chapters - it's been a bit of a manic weekend! (The exact reason I never set scheduled upload days - life has a habit of getting in the way!) I hope this chapter is worth the wait. Thank you so much for your support on this so far, It's always greatly appreciated! :)

~ Saturn

[Photo from Serious Eats. The recipe to accompany this chapter is Green Chilli Chocolate Pie. Looks yummy!]

The waiting room’s seats were hard and cold, and Anna found herself reflecting on how unwelcoming that felt as a patient. She was feeling nervous about what the upcoming appointment might reveal about the health of her and her baby, and her mind raced with apprehensive thoughts of what was to come with the pregnancy, and eventual child. The last thing she needed right now was an uncomfortable chair.

“Anna Westergaard?” Kristoff’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she got to her feet to follow him.

As they settled into their respective seats, Anna basked in the feeling of friendly familiarity she found herself experiencing with him. He’d been coming into The Snøffnug Café at least once a week for a slice of pie, cup of coffee, and a quick chat with Anna and the other two waitresses. Even Cliff had begun to give the doctor a friendly greeting and occasional discount when he visited.

“How are you doing today, Anna?” he asked her, friendly but professional.

“I’m doing alright. I feel good, no uncomfortable symptoms. Well, a little bit of morning sickness, but it’s not severe or anything.”

He nodded as he quickly typed up some notes on her answer. “The sonographer at the hospital forwarded me a copy of your scan – did you decide to find out the sex or are you keeping it as a surprise?”

“I don’t want to know,” Anna replied. “I just call it- uh, them ‘baby’.” Her hand subconsciously made its way to her belly, where a small bump was beginning to surface, just little enough for it to still be her secret, though she knew that would soon change.

“Alright, ‘baby’ it is.” His eyes were twinkling with the knowledge of a secret, and Anna couldn’t help but smile. “If you could just hop on the bed for me, and I’ll have a quick measure so we can see how baby’s growing.”

No one would have ever accused Anna of being graceful, and she demonstrated that perfectly as she clumsily mounted the bed. She tried not to move the paper that had been placed down on it, and as a result her movements looked as awkward as they felt. Kristoff was kind enough to pretend not to notice, but Anna couldn’t help but grimace inwardly.

To distract herself from the embarrassment she felt, Anna found herself asking, “So what made you transfer to Småby Bend anyway? You’ve never said.”

Kristoff had just turned to her after rummaging in his desk drawers for a tape measure, and Anna noticed the flicker of hesitation that came across his features. He quickly recovered though, and she thought she might have made it up.

“Oh, it’s kind of a long story. I’ll try to give you the Sparknotes version.” They shared a grin, and he quickly asked her permission to lift her top so he could measure her tummy. She consented, and he went on, “I, uh, I’m actually married. I don’t wear the ring anymore because we’re… separated, I guess? We got married just after I qualified, so like two years ago. Which is a very short time to be married, but apparently long enough for her to realise that she’d actually rather be with someone else, so…”

Anna kept silent as he spoke. His hands on her stomach were warm, and ever so gentle as he carefully measured the small bump from top to bottom. She felt her heart beating faster as he leaned in close to read the numbers on the tape measure. Nervously, she suppressed that feeling as far to the back of her mind as she possibly could.

“I didn’t even see it coming.” He laughed, but there was a great sadness in it. “She just came home from work one day, told me she didn’t love me anymore, and that she was leaving me to be with her best friend.”

In a whisper, Anna let out a soft: “I am so sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. It was for the best. She’s happier now than she ever was with me, and it’s better to have split up early than to keep up a façade for decades. But I couldn’t stay where we’d started to build a life together, so I went looking for a new job, and it turned out that Småby Bend was in need of a doctor, so here I am!” He paused, glancing up at her in a way that made her think that he was debating whether or not to carry on. “I like it here. It’s a beautiful little town, and it’s got everything I need. The people here are… really lovely as well.” Anna couldn’t ignore the warmth in his expression, but she dismissed the notion that it was for her.

“For what it counts, I’m glad you ended up here.” She meant it.

Standing upright, Kristoff cleared his throat. “Baby’s growing perfectly. Just the size I’d expect them to be at this stage.” He turned around so she could readjust her top to cover her tummy up again, and she heard him typing up something into her notes once more. When he finished, he reached for a blood pressure cuff and turned back to her. “We can take your blood pressure while you’re still lying down, it’s easier for you.”

Not for the first time, Anna recognised how respectful and caring he was towards her. Of course, he was a doctor, so it was to be expected, but she still appreciated how he respected her body and her privacy, and wanted to make these appointments as non-invasive and easy as possible. Her instincts had told her the first time she met him that he was someone she was safe with. Maybe it was that sense of safety, or the idea that she had to reciprocate his honesty, but she started to speak.

“Hans wasn’t always a drinker. We started dating in high school, so obviously he wasn’t drinking then. I’d had a crush on him for years; he was so handsome, and sweet, and funny.” She smiled to herself. “When he asked me out, I thought I was so happy that I thought I was going to faint. He was so nice to me, you wouldn’t believe. My mama died when I was sixteen, and he was right there to support me through it. What teenage boy can take that responsibility?

“Did you know Småby Bend used to have a cloth manufacturer? It was a factory for knitting wools and fleeces and stuff for blankets.” Kristoff nodded that he knew what she was referring to, and Anna went on, “Hans worked there after graduation, six days a week for seven whole years. It paid for our wedding, for the house, and all the little things we needed. And I worked in the café, just to keep myself busy more than anything.

“The businesses that used the factory’s supplies weren’t happy with their profit margins, though. Not only could they get the same material cheaper from elsewhere, but we’re so ‘middle of nowhere’ that we were really hard for them to get to so they could pick up their stuff. So more and more companies stopped buying from Småby Bend, and eventually they just closed the factory altogether.

“We’d only been married for two months, but after that, Hans was miserable. He felt useless, like a failure, and he used to have a drink every night to take the edge off his worrying. Then he started drinking through the day too, and now I think he drinks more beers than he does water.”

Kristoff hadn’t moved while she was telling him all this, but he carefully stepped towards her now to begin sliding the blood pressure cuff up her arm.

“It’s been four years since the factory closed. Now he’s got a job at the garage, but he still drinks every day. Sometimes I think that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to anymore. It makes him angry. The world makes him angry; he feels lost, and not himself, I can tell. And I make him angry sometimes. Some of the things I say, or do, just… I piss him off. I don’t mean to, but I do.”

She was finished, and she knew that Kristoff picked up on that, although he didn’t say anything. In silence, he filled the cuff with air, before taking the reading and going to write it down.

“Your- the reading suggests that your blood pressure is a little low,” he said eventually. “It shouldn’t be too serious, but just to make you aware.”

“Okay, thank you,” she answered politely. She didn’t like this new way they were speaking to each other. It felt so professional, so distant. “I brought you a pie,” she told him at last. “‘Death by Chilli Chocolate’. It’s a new recipe I’m testing out, so I want to know what you think of it.”

“I’ll be sure to stop by with my critiques.” He smiled at her, and she basked in the warmth of it. “That’s it for today, you can hop down whenever you’re ready.”

She got up quickly, too quickly. The dizziness hit her like a sack of bricks, and she felt herself losing her balance. The ground seemed to be galloping up towards her as the room spun, and she cried out as she realised that she was falling.

Strong arms on her own helped her to regain her balance. Kristoff’s grip was firm as he steadied her, and her dizziness slowly receded as he held her upright. She looked up at his face, meeting his concerned gaze as she came back to herself.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” She made no move to step away from him, and neither did he.

They could have pretended that they stayed that close for that long simply because they were concerned. He could say that he was keeping hold of her to make sure she was fully recovered before he let go. She could have said that she still felt dizzy, and she needed his strength to steady her.

But that wouldn’t have explained why his hand went to her face, gently brushing aside a piece of hair that had come loose when she lost her balance. That gentleness was magnetic to Anna. She stepped closer to him, so close she could feel his breath on her.

“Anna,” he murmured, “You deserve so much more than a husband who doesn’t realise how lucky he is to have you.”

She didn’t reply. She didn’t even think. Instead, she moved her hands to his shoulders, rising to tip-toe even as he leaned down towards her. Kristoff’s hand cupped her face and his arm wrapped around her waist, pressing her closer to him and making butterflies flutter in her stomach. Her heart was pounding, and the room was spinning for an entirely different reason than before. It felt as though every moment in her life had been leading to this one, here, with her leaning in desperately to kiss Kristoff Bjorgman.

A knock on the door caused them to jump apart mere milliseconds before their lips met.

“Come in,” Kristoff called, startled but recovering now that they were separate.

A nurse opened the door, and Anna didn’t hear a word they said as she fumbled with her bag, placing the cake tin she’d brought for him on his desk. Her fingers were shaking as she buttoned up her coat, and when the nurse left, she all but ran from the room.

Next Chapter

[ionlyeatcomfortfood]

Together Forever

A/N: Yo! I’m writing again! Hallelujah. Yes, before you ask, I will be continuing the Selection story and the soulmates au. I’m working on both right now, actually. But with the way my brain works, I need to bounce around with projects to get anything done, so here’s my entry to @stop-it-anxiety ‘s writing competition. The prompt was ‘Together Forever’, so here’s my angsty Roman fic because what do you expect?

Here’s a link to the page if you want to participate.

A/N 2.0: Holy shit, this got darker than I thought it would. Like, I planned Delcan being a not so great partner, but I didn’t think it would get this bad. Please, read the warnings and if anything there triggers you, DON’T READ THIS. It’s okay if you just can’t read this. I want everyone to be safe, and if that means you don’t read this, then it’s okay.

Word Count: 1747

Pairings: Abusive Rociet, Prinxiety, Background Logicality

Warnings: (There are a lot, so bear with me) Remus, Deceit (Delcan), abusive relationship, drinking, throwing things, keeping person from friends/loved ones (?), lack of consent, non-consensual... personal activities (only mentioned, not in detail), ace phobia, cheating. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, then don’t read it. It’s okay, I’ll live.

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Together forever.

It was a dream Roman had since childhood. To be with someone for their entire lives. For forever.

His twin brother (who was unfortunately older by 6 minutes and 9 seconds) Remus was constantly saying that it was a useless dream. That there was no such thing as true love. That love was a made up fairy tale that adults told to make them be quiet and go to bed.

And he wasn’t wrong to have these doubts about love. The twins parents split when they were five, and their dad left them. Their mom then started drinking to cope with her loss, and she stopped acting like their mom.

Remus had lost faith in love. But all those unfortunate events made Roman even more convinced that true love was what he needed. He just needed to find the right person.

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Roman thought that Delcan was his true love. When they met at an audition for Guys and Dolls, flirting back and forth like there was no tomorrow, Roman thought he had found the one. 

After they had both made it into the show, Roman playing Sky Masterson and Delcan playing Nathan Detroit, Roman finally gathered up the courage to ask Delcan out. To Roman’s surprise, Delcan said no. Roman had to ask three more times before Delcan finally agreed to go on a date.

The date went swimmingly. They played off each other, witty banter common. This time, when Roman asked for a second date, Delcan automatically agreed.

They dated for three months before Delcan began to really show his true colors. The first time was closing night. The cast was going out for drinks after, and Delcan and Roman agreed, despite Roman not being a drinker. Turns out Delcan was. He took rounds and rounds of shots, till he was so far gone Roman had to practically carry him out of the bar.

When he dropped Delcan off at his apartment, Delcan begged him not to leave. Roman insisted that he had to get back to his house, and Delcan got angry. He grabbed a lamp and chucked it at Roman’s head. Roman managed to dodge it, but just barely. 

Roman left after that.

The next morning, Delcan texted him, profusely apologizing, saying that he was always different when he drank, that it would never happen again. Roman, being the fool in love that he was, forgave him.

But it did happen again. And things got worse.

Delcan gradually started to ask Roman to hang out all the time. Roman barely got to see his friends anymore. Delcan would ask (demand) to see his phone to make sure that he wasn’t texting or calling anyone Delcan didn’t know, or that Delcan didn’t like.

Delcan asked Roman to move in with him, and when Roman showed hesitation, them only being together for four months at this point, Delcan made a big deal out of the fact that Roman was the first person Delcan had ever asked to move in, that he should feel special. So Roman did feel special. He moved in. Things got even worse from there.

Delcan would drink and get upset, throw things, mostly aimed at Roman’s head. He would always apologize, but Roman was starting to doubt those apologies and how genuine they really were.

He would leave for long periods of time, never telling him where he was going. When Roman asked him about it, he would tell him to fuck off and mind his own business.

Later in the relation, Delcan would force himself on Roman and make him do things he wasn’t ready for. Roman was asexual, which he told Delcan, but Delcan told him he would grow out of it, that he just needed some special treatment from him. Roman grew to believe him.

One day, Roman got the announcement that two of his best friends, Patton and Logan, were getting married, and he was invited. Roman begged Delcan to let him go. “Just this one time, then I won’t ask again, I promise.” 

Delcan agreed, but he was never to ask again.

Roman got dressed up and went to the venue. It was a beautiful. Patton looked lovely in his dress, and Logan looked dashing in his suit. When they kissed, Roman cheered the loudest.

At the reception, Patton came and gave Roman the biggest hug.

“Ro! I can’t believe you’re here! It’s been so long!” Patton squealed.

“Yes, it has been quite some time Pat. It’s great to see you.” Roman hugged Patton back just as tight.

“Logan. How are you?” Roman asked when Patton released him.

“I am extremely happy right now, Roman. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course! How could I miss something this important?” Roman said.

Patton and Logan share a glance before Patton said “Well, we weren’t sure that you were coming, Ro.”

“What?” Roman asked incredulously. “Of course I would come! What would make you think-”

“You have been spending all of your time with your boyfriend, Roman. That’s why we didn’t think you were coming,” Logan interrupted.

“I haven’t been spending all of my time with Delcan.”

“Ro, when was the last time you hung out with us?” Patton asked.

“We... we hung out a couple months- and it’s bad that I have to go that far back,” Roman realized.

“We’re your best friends. We understand if your busy, but spending all your time with one person is not healthy,” Logan said.

“No, I don’t spend all my time with Delcan. I-I’ve just been busy,” Roman’s mind was racing. Did he spend all his time with Delcan? He hadn’t really done anything since Guys and Dolls. Maybe he was spending too much time with Delcan.

“Ro, maybe... maybe Delcan isn’t the best partner for you,” Patton rested a hand on Roman’s shoulder.

“No! He loves me, and I love him! We’re fine!” Roman snapped. Patton drew his hand back.

“Roman...” Logan placed a hand on the small of Patton’s back while speaking to Roman.

“Sorry, but I have to go. It was a beautiful service, and I’m happy for you two,” He couldn’t think. He needed Delcan. Delcan always knew what to think.

“Ro, wait!” Patton cried, but Roman was already out the door.

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Roman was thinking all the way back to his and Delcan’s place. Sure, he realized he spent way too much time with Delcan. He would change that. He would spend more time with his friends.

But Delcan wasn’t a bad person, he thought. Delcan just had a temper. He made mistakes. He always apologized.

By the time he got back, he had almost completely convinced himself that Patton and Logan were just paranoid and overthinking.

That all changed when Roman walked in on Delcan making out with a stranger on their couch. 

Roman didn’t remember a lot from that night. Everything was a blur, and all he really remembered was how he felt.

First anger. Red hot, fury of hell anger. Then sadness. The utter sadness that comes with a broken heart. Then, finally, fear.

He broke up with Delcan that night. Roman grabbed his stuff, Delcan’s screams a background sound, and left, a teacup smashed on the door as he walked out.

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There were only who people who knew that story: Logan and Patton. He had explained it to them when he begged to crash at their apartment, because he had nowhere else to stay.

That is, until tonight. When his boyfriend, Virgil, made an inquiry about his past.

It had taken Roman awhile to get back on the dating scene after Delcan. Honestly, he didn’t think he would ever mount that great beast ever again. But then Virgil came around. At first, they were enemies. Virgil was sarcastic and rude, always pushing Roman to be the worst version of himself, over-dramatic and egotistical.

But when he found Virgil having an anxiety attack, he shed all his previous grudges against him and helped him get through it. From that, they got closer and closer, till one day, Roman finally gather up the courage to ask Virgil out. And this time, Virgil said yes on the first try.

They had been dating for over a year. They had fallen into an easy rhythm, and Roman had never been happier.

Virgil never pushed him. He knew Roman had some deep shit from his past, but he never pressed Roman to talk about it. And Roman loved him for it. But tonight, he decided that was going to change.

They were having their usual weekend movie night, when Virgil asked a small question. Nothing big really, but to Roman, the question meant everything.

“So, I heard from a friend that you were in a production of Guys and Dolls with Delcan Rose. Is that true?”

Roman paused for a moment. He knew if he started to talk about Delcan, his whole story would come flowing out. Was he really ready for that.

“Ro?”

For Virgil, yes. He was ready to tell this boy he loved with all his heart a story know by very few,

“Yes. I actually dated him for awhile.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “You dated Delcan Rose? What was it like?”

Roman sighed. “Awful.”

And the story flew from his lips like a murder of crows. All the abuse and heartbreak he had to deal with, all the hurt came out of him.

When Roman had finished, Virgil let out a breath and said “That is utterly disgusting.”

“Yeah.”

“I am glad that you told me about that, Ro. I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me. But holy shit is that dark.”

Roman just nodded.

“Hey. What happened to you is not your fault. I want you to know that. Everything that Delcan did was horrible, but that was on him. Nothing that happened to you was your fault.”  While Virgil was speaking, he rubbed his hands through Roman’s hair, knowing that he would like it.

“I love you.” Roman said.

“Love you too, Ro.”

Roman pulled back for a second to grab something out of his pocket. It had been a year of bliss and happiness. Slowly, Virgil helped him heal, even if he didn’t know it. Delcan had made his life a living hell, but Virgil had changed it into heaven.

So Roman pulled out a little box, and asked the question he had been thinking about for a couple weeks.

“Virgil, will you marry me? Please?”

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To Protect the Ones You Love - Chapter 4

Diana was feeling good. She was still a little sore and had a slight limp, but she was allowed to walk around without having to roll around in that infernal chair. She stretched for good measure and groaned softly, working out her soreness. Another reason she was feeling good today was Akko finally got released from the infirmary today. The nurse had told Akko, or rather scolded her when she tried magic right after being told no magic for a few days. Diana shook her head and smiled softly at the thought of Akko doing something so reckless, yet something so Akko. 

Diana got ready for the day, even though it was the weekend she dressed in her school uniform. She brushed her hair with her new comb, making sure her hair was perfect for her visit with Akko in an hour. She smiled at herself in the mirror and steeled her anxious nerves. She wanted to tell Akko how she felt, she was confident Akko would understand and maybe even like the thought. She had a lot of time to think after their really embarrassing talks that got interrupted by Amanda, Hannah and Barbara. Akko seemed happy to be with her, and the other girls never teased them like this before. They must know something so Diana was going to shoot her shot and hope it doesn't crush their relationship into oblivion, leaving her world dark and lifeless, but it's fine. Akko will not push her away. Hopefully. Her confidence wavering the closer she got to seeing Akko.

Diana walks down the halls with her head held high and a faint smile on her lips. She looks out on the tarnished courtyard and feels a shiver go down her spine. She stops and looks around, trying to figure out why she got the chills. She stared long and hard at a deep shadow along the edge of the building nearby. She thinks she sees movement and cautiously puts her hand on her wand, narrowing her eyes at the dark spot. Nothing moves as she stares so Diana casts an illumination spell, sending it over to find nothing, just a spot deep in shadow. Diana frowns and puts her wand back. She turns on her heels and continues walking towards Akko’s room, the pep in her step returning. 

Behind her the shadows ripple and shift before becoming still once more. Two eyes open within the darkness to watch the blonde hair recede back into the building. The eyes blink and disappear, the shadows shift once more before stilling. 

Diana nears Akko’s dorm room and hears a loud, animated voice complaining on the other side. It sounded like the person talking was upset about being unable to use magic. Of course Akko would be loudly complaining to her roommates. Diana shakes her head and smiles softly. “Oh Akko,” she breathes out. She raises her fist, knocks curtly on the door and takes a step back, listening to the loud voice quiet and loud footfalls quickly near the door. Akko’s door creaks open and her head pops out of the crack.

“Oh hi Diana! I’m almost ready. Be out in a sec.” Akko disappears back into the room and makes a racket of finishing changing before she exits her room, waving at her relieved roommates.  Akko was wearing a cute red t-shirt with a puppy smiling on it and a grey skirt that was just as short as her others. She was still wearing her red sash around her slim waist. Diana takes in everything she can before Akko speaks, “I’m glad you wanted to hang out today. It’ll be fun to get out after being stuck in that stupid bed so much.”

Diana laughs softly. “I thought you loved staying in bed all day. At least you seem to when you sleep through class.” Diana teases, smirking as Akko’s smile falls to a look of disbelief and shock.

“Diannaaaa.” Akko whines, a cute pout forming. She couldn’t believe Diana was teasing her now just like all her other friends. Akko pouts more at Diana, giving her big, red puppy dog eyes and a really stuck out lower lip, using all her charm to make Diana feel bad. Diana’s heart melts at the sight, making her stomach drop. Her smile fades and she starts to feel really bad, Akko’s guilt tripping look destroying her heart. 

“I-I’m sorry Akko. I was only teasing.” She replies softly, her eyes falling to her feet. Akko’s eyes widen as she realizes her pout worked a little too well on the heiress. 

“Oh no Diana. I-It’s ok. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just like that you are the only one who doesn’t normally tease me.” Akko says softly, her eyes falling to the floor as well. Akko shifts shyly, annoyed with herself for taking things too far with her crush, making her feel guilty.

Diana’s heart drops upon hearing Akko’s words. She quickly moves forward and pulls Akko into a tight embrace. Akko yelps softly, surprised by the hug, but quickly melts into the warmth of the embrace. She puts her head into the crook of Diana’s neck and sighs, squeezing Diana tightly and tickling Diana’s neck with her hot breath. Diana closes her eyes and enjoys the warmth of Akko against her. Diana’s arms tighten around Akko’s waist, pulling her firmly against herself. They both stay like that, ignoring the plain as day public display of affection in the hallway to just enjoy each others touch for a moment.

Diana slowly lets Akko go, not forcing her out of the embrace, but letting it end naturally. “I’m sorry Akko, for making you upset. I promise to keep my teasing to a minimum. Just know I do it because I love you...” Diana’s face flushes incredibly red as her eyes widen and she stares at a shocked Akko. That was not how she planned this happening. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN! Her heart starts to beat fast enough she was sure Akko could hear it too. Diana’s mind was racing and it made a split second decision before Akko could react, she had planned to confess, just not like this. She had to make a statement. Diana leans in and pecks Akko’s lips. She pulls back and looks surprised at an even more shocked Akko. Diana waits for what feels like forever for an answer, but one never comes. Her nerves get the best of her, so Diana turns and sprints off, her heart broken that Akko wouldn’t say anything to her.

Akko stands completely stunned for a whole two seconds after Diana kissed her before Diana took off, leaving her in a daze of excitement, confusion, and mind numbing happiness. She barely registers Diana’s way too hasty exit as her mind spins and she melts down inside. She falls on her butt and stares off at the fleeting mint-blonde hair bouncing away, her head cocked to the side. ‘I can’t believe she said she loved me. I CANNOT BELIEVE SHE KISSED ME. BY THE NINE THIS IS THE BEST GODDAMN DAY EVER.’ Akko screams in her head while smiling at the blurry hallway. All this excitement was making her dizzy and useless as she sat on the cold stone floor. 

After a few moments a finger taps Akko’s shoulder as she sits on the floor with a stupid grin plastered to her face. Akko slowly turns her head to look up at the blurry and dark shape leaning over her. “Hello,” Akko says with her stupid grin.

The figure giggles, which makes Akko feel uneasy. That giggle didn’t sit right with her. “That was so adorable.” The figure says with a sickly sweet voice. “Too bad she ran off before she could see your reaction. And to think that’ll be the last thing she remembers about you.” The sickly sweet voice said with such a cheery and happy tone, as if she didn’t just say such ominous things. Akko opens her mouth to say something to the dark figure, but before she can move she crumples to the floor, her vision slowly fading to black, that awfully sweet giggle echoing in her ears.

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Diana runs as fast as she could towards the outside world. Her heart pounds painfully in her chest as her feet pound down the halls she knows she shouldn’t be running down. How could she think Akko would love her back. Why the hell did she kiss her?! Akko certainly would never talk to her again after that. By the nine, Diana was furious at herself and devastated at losing Akko forever. Diana runs outside and keeps going towards the outside of the library to hide in the bushes. She pushes her way through the branches until her hands collide with the walls of the school. Diana breathes heavily and squeezes her eyes shut. She sinks to her knees and rests her forehead against the cold stone. She feels herself sink into the soft dirt and she lets out a deep sob. Diana crumples in on herself and begins to cry softly into her hands. How could she be so stupid to lose Akko, the light of her life. Diana punches the dirt angrily, sinking her fists into the soft dirt repeatedly. She cries, releasing all the pent up emotions within, letting her raw emotions out. It felt good to release them, instead of keeping them pent up and hidden away. After a little she begins to try and collect herself. 

Diana takes a deep and ragged breath before sitting up straight and looking at the stone wall in front of her. She places her hands against the cold stone and traces the cracks and the mortar between stones. She takes a few more deep breaths and calms her nerves. Diana pulled her hands from the wall and began to run her palms down her thighs, kneading her flesh and closing her eyes once more. Akko couldn’t possibly hate her that much. They would never be the same, but Diana had to make the most of it and maybe, just maybe she could be Akko’s friend again. Diana reaches her knees with her palms, her fingers curling over her knee caps before her nails are dragged back up her pale thighs. Diana opens her eyes and nods at the wall before slowly standing, brushing the dirt from her shins. Diana slowly made her way out of the bushes, hoping no one would notice her messy hair and red, puffy eyes. She rubbed her thighs anxiously as she thought about her next steps, what would she do now that her relationship with Akko was tainted and possibly ruined forever. Diana shakes her head and starts walking back the way she came, to find Akko and apologize for her rash and stupid feelings, especially for how she acted them out.

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Constanze was in her workshop working on her battle mech when the alarm went off. She jumped out from behind her mech and ran to Stanbot, who was jumping up and down, waving its arms and pointing to a screen. Constanze’s eyes widen as she sees Akko being dragged rather crudely across the school grounds and into the forest. A dark shape that resembled a girl dragged Akko by her forearm, the rest of Akko was spread eagle out behind her on the ground, Akko’s head lolling around and drooling. 

As the figure disappears into the trees with Akko in tow Constanze jumps up and hits a big red button. She gathers her go bag and motions at Stanbot to get the mech up and ready outside for her.

Constanze rockets out from her workshop through the bed entrance, surprising Amada who jumps and almost falls over off her own bed. “What the hell Constanze! First some thingy on my desk started yelling at me then you come flying up here like a bat out of hell. What’s going on?” Amanda looks on at Constanze as she gestures wildly in response. Amanda looks at her in confusion. “WHAT?” Constanze growls and grabs a piece of paper and quickly scrawls out a basic message just for Amanda, ‘Akko danger hurry now,’ before thrusting it against Amanda’s chest and running out of the room. Amanda quickly reads the message and jumps off of her bed, grabs her wand, and runs to gather their friends. They needed to act fast. 

Amanda rushes to the red teams dorm to grab Sucy and Lotte before barreling to the blue team’s dorm to grab Hannah and Barbara. Luckily they run into Jasminka returning from a study session at the library and grab her too. With most of the team together the girls rush outside to find Constanze finalizing her suit up process. Her mech stands up with her inside and points to the forest where she saw Akko getting taken. The mech deploys brooms for all the girls present and they all take off, desperate to find Akko before it is too late.

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Diana walks briskly on the other side of the school back towards Akko’s dorm. She nervously tugged down on her skirt hem, trying to keep it together, doing all she could to not run away and hide again. After a surprisingly long walk back to Akko’s dorm, Diana steeled herself and knocked on the heavy wood door. She waited a minute and with no response she tried once more, knocking firmly against the thick wood. Diana began to feel dread build up within her as Akko failed to answer the door. Either she wasn't there and had run off too, or she really didn’t want anything to do with Diana, which hurt Diana’s heart immensely to even think about. Diana slowly turned on her heel and walked briskly away, Akko had to have run off somewhere. It was up to Diana to find her and try her best to fix things. Akko loves to sit up on the tower’s ledge and dangle her feet over the edge and she likes to sneak off to the north building of the school. Diana would start with those two places first, then maybe check the bench in the park where she found Akko after her heart was broken by Shiny Chariot. Hopefully Akko hadn’t been that broken by Diana’s accidental confession. 

Diana starts with the tower, walking up all the stairs like Akko typically does. She huffs and puffs as she finally reaches the top. She looks around to find the area empty and devoid of Akko. It felt chilly and lonely without Akko beside her up there. Diana shivered even though it was rather warm out and began the long journey back down the stairs. As she exits the tower she looks up and closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face for a moment before heading towards the off limits north building. Diana fiddles with her blue sash as she made her way across the green grounds that were now filled with potholes and rubble. Her hand shook softly as she neared the building and its ruins. She hadn’t really thought about what she planned on saying to Akko when she finally found the girl. She knew she should apologize at least and hope that she will be able to stay Akko’s friend, or at least be able to become Akko’s friend once again, eventually. 

Diana carefully made her way through the ruins, looking in every possible hiding spot for the keeper of her heart. After a good thirty minutes of careful searching she came up empty handed. Almost defeated, Diana makes her way out of the ruins and back to her dorm. She collects her broom and looks at the messy coffee table. She frowned and wondered why Hannah and Barbara would leave it in such a mess. Diana shook her head and made her way out into the hallway. She didn’t have time to worry about her teammates leaving a mess and disappearing. She needed to find Akko as soon as possible.

Diana makes her way outside and mounts her broom. She flies to the terminal and makes her way to town. After a short trip Diana dismounts her broom and makes her way down to town and the hidden away park bench where Akko had to be. Diana looks around while she strides through town, watching happy couples hold hands, sit together sharing some ice cream, and be happy with one another. It makes her heart sink when she thinks about how she made Akko feel, she didn’t want Akko to feel bad, she just wanted someone to feel happy with, to hold hands with, to share an ice cream. Diana sighs deeply and lets her head hang low as she nears her love’s location. Diana rounds the corner of bushes and begins to speak to Akko before looking up and finding an empty bench, void of the light she needed in her life. Diana walks up to the bench and collapses into it. Maybe she didn’t really know Akko after all. Maybe she didn’t deserve Akko in her life after all.

Just as Diana hits an all time low since her mother died, she feels her wand buzz. Diana frowns and looks at it. Diana cocks her head at it before the metal stick shot out a thin stream of magic that quickly turned into an urgent message. ‘Akko has been taken. Hurry to the forest, south of the school.’ Diana’s eyes widen in fear. All this time she was searching and crying pathetically all the while Akko had been kidnapped. Diana literally kicks herself and mounts her broom to head back to campus. She needed to save Akko. Then she could face her feelings and Akko’s.

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Amanda, Constaze, Jasminka, Lotte, Sucy, Hannah, and Barbara search the forest as thoroughly as possible. The girls scour the woods in the direction Akko was seen being dragged. Constanze searches the ground in her mech, scanning for footsteps and Akko shaped drag marks. The others fly in a back and forth pattern looking for clues. Constanze is barely able to keep track of the drag marks and they follow the faint trail deeper into the woods.

“Hey where is the princess?” Amanda calls out to Hannah and Barbara. 

“She went to visit with Akko as far as we know. Did she get taken too?” Hannah says, her voice squeaking as a greater panic begins to set in. If this wasn't an extremely serious situation Amanda would have enjoyed that adorable squeak that came from Hannah. 

“Why don’t you try and contact her before assuming the worst. And Constanze only saw Akko being dragged away. No Diana.” Amanda calls out, her eyes staying on the forest below, hoping to spot any clues to help them find her friend. Hannah takes out her wand and speaks to the tip, sending a quick message to Diana. It only takes a minute for an affirmation of receipt and understanding to come back to her. Hannah sighs in relief which makes Barbara do the same. “I think Diana is okay. She responded to my message. Just a quick response though. Hopefully it wasn’t faked by a kidnapper.”

“Way to stay positive,” Amanda growled under her breath. Her eyes spot something on the ground below her, making her dive quickly into the woods. She comes back up with a frown and a torn piece of red sash in her hands. “At least we are still on track.” Amanda says softly. She tucks the fabric into her pocket and the girls keep flying in their pattern with Constaze keeping them on course, following the faint drag marks.

Soon after something catches Amanda’s eye again. This time it wasn’t from the ground. This time it was a shape hurtling at them in the air. Amanda turns to face it, squinting as it nears rapidly. She gulps when she recognizes a very angry Diana hurtling as fast as she could in their direction. “Okay ladies, the angry princess has arrived, and I think she wants to murder someone.” 

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Sweater Weather Part One

Sweater Weather

Hey everyone here is the next series I’m working on, mostly inspired by how %#$@ hot it has been here in Kansas (And everywhere else, the world is on fire). This story takes place over the course of a weekend (I know, I like weekend worst case scenarios okay? Leave me be), so it’ll probably be 5-6 parts. Hope you like it!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: Hard R 

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Slow(ish) burn. Lots of pining

Words: 3,476

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own.Also her friend Kate isn’t mine either, she’s based after a very close fantastic friend. Enjoy!

Part one

“You just had to get the apartment on the top floor with an out of order elevator?”

You dropped the last box labeled “Kitchen” haphazardly on the floor, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand as you turned to watch Pepper Potts shut the door behind her comment.

“You were the one who wore heels today, dear cousin. And besides, the movers did most of the work.” You stared pointedly at her, before bringing your eyes to sweep over the piles of boxes that filled your apartment. A sea of cardboard that came with the faint scent of permanent marker and small notes of your truck’s air freshener flooded the small hallway and living room areas. The floors were bare otherwise, you not having any furniture at the present moment. “You should also know the elevator will be fixed this weekend while I’m out at the compound catching up with everyone.”

“Doesn’t help our damn case now though does it?” The redhead complained while looking at her tired feet.

“But did you die though?” You raised an eyebrow, turning back to look down the hall. “I just gotta pack a bag for the weekend and then we can head out. You sure it’s going to be ok? Me going out there and all?”

“Are you kidding me?” Pepper looked confused at your sudden question, shaking her head and grabbing your shoulders. “Tony is going to be so excited to see you! No one has seen you since the wedding! Not to mention these team building weekends never really get anything accomplished.” You giggled as you waded through the boxes to your mostly empty room, shuffling boxes as you looked through ones with “clothes” written hastily across them in doctor worthy handwriting.

“I should change. It’s hot as fuck outside.” You muttered, opting to switch out your gross sweatpants and stained-to-hell white shirt to a pair of short jean shorts and a curve hugging blue tank top. Your mind wandered to everyone you hadn’t seen in so long. Three years. It had been three years since you’d been back, spending that time traveling the globe and helping charities after the decimation. Pepper and Tony always called you, kept you updated. You honestly never believed you’d move back to New York. But things change.

The only reason why you had come back was after the whole Thanos thing six months ago Pepper had offered you a job as a receptionist at Stark Industries, you decided that day it was time to settle down. You made sure everything was good with the charities you had been helping out with before putting permanent plans into action though. Purchasing a small apartment in the heart of New York City, your cousin and you kept everything quiet as to your return. You wanted it to be a surprise, mostly to see Tony’s face. Maybe someone else’s. Shoving a few days worth of clean clothes in a duffel bag, not forgetting your swimsuit as your cousin promised you some sunbathing time, you opened the door to see Pepper grinning widely at you.

“You know blue is Steve’s favorite color right?” You smirked knowingly as you moved to the bathroom, throwing your toiletries into the sack and zipping it shut. Of course you knew. The blonde avenger was one of the only things that had gotten you through these tough last few years. When everything went down with Tony, you had decided not to pick sides, but you and Steve fell apart regardless. It started slowly, the two of you drifting from good friends to mere strangers. It hurt but you understood. It’s not like you were dating, or like he would ever see you as girlfriend material. Not that you would ever turn him down if he had just asked you. He was definitely boyfriend material, and him looking the way he did certainly helped things too. You had always harbored feelings of some kind towards him, even if you weren’t sure what they actually were. When the decimation happened, you knew the whole team had enough on their plates to deal with. So after a couple years and more importantly Pepper and Tony’s wedding you vanished off the map, putting your people skills and nurturing personality to good use. It’s not like anyone missed you terribly.

Shutting off the bathroom lights you lugged the bag over your shoulder, reaching to take a stuffed Panda bear, obviously worn from years of travel, and grabbing your keys and purse.

“Got everything? What’s the bear for?” Pepper asked as you double checked the deadbolt after you had shut the door.

“A girl in England gave it to me after I found her some relatives to live with. She couldn’t have been more than seven at the time, yet she had managed to deal with her parents turning into dust a hell of a lot better than some of the adults I had seen. She said Mister Stuffins was her favorite and that he would be my friend so I wasn’t alone. Sweet girl. She wrote me when she got her parents back. I cried for a week.” You turned the small bear over in your hand and placed in the front pocket of your bag, remembering her strength in such an awful time of her young life.

“What was her name?”

“Evangeline, but she demanded to be called Evan.” You snickered as you recalled her nearly ripping off your partner at the time’s head for calling her by her full name. The spirited small child had almost made you forget about the seven flights of stairs awaiting you. Your face fell flat upon remembering, Pepper shoving your shoulder.

“Come on, I’ll race you.” You gaped as the red head went barreling down the stairs, deciding to give her high heeled ass a head start before you ruined her self esteem. She’s going to hurt herself and I’m going to have to help her dumbass to the truck.

~~The Compound, a few hours later~~

“Jesus Christ Tony watch where the hell you’re pointing that damn thing!”

“That’s what she said.”

Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky, watching the comedy unfold before them. Sam sat on the ground, tinkering with a standing Tony in his iron suit, the latter barely missing the former’s head when his repulsor rays misfired on accident. They had been at this for hours, Sam trying to help the billionaire with fixing something that was wrong with his right leg. Tony continued to bark orders at the man who was only growing more irritated by the minute. To be honest Steve didn’t have the faintest idea what was wrong or how they were planning on putting it right, but he wasn’t the one doing it. So he, Banner, and Barnes all simply stood back to watch.

“We miss anything?” He turned his head slightly to the left at the sound of Natasha’s voice, Thor and her returning from unloading the Quinjet for the weekend.

“Tony missed Sam’s head again, but I think they’re about…”

“DONE! Eat a dick Tin-man.” Sam shouted suddenly, hopping up from his feet and clearing the way for a smug looking Stark, who only looked down at his leg and shook it. He turned to give Sam an iron clad thumbs up, who only flipped him off in return, heading over to join the rest of the group that had gathered on the compound’s grounds.

Since Thanos’ attack, the compound had been rebuilt but wasn’t nearly as massive in size anymore. Only one large building that offered housing, training, mess hall, laboratories and a few holding cells sat next to the pad that held the Quinjet. Tony decided that since the battle had leveled most of the original compound, building something a little more simplistic would be the best course of action. Everyone had agreed with him, and Steve felt like it was little more like home this way. And he’d rather be inside right now than standing outside in this hellish heat wave.

The sun was high in the sky, the temperature only climbing and it was already uncomfortable outside. Steve could feel the beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck, the forecast calling for record breaking highs for the weekend. He wasn’t looking forward to it to say the least, and knowing Tony they would be doing absolutely useless things to pass the time. He would pay for a distraction at this point.

The roaring of a large truck engine forced the super soldier from his thoughts, the impressive vehicle pulling sharply onto the compound parking lot with minimal effort. Dust settled as Steve’s blue eyes caught the familiar sight of Pepper Potts exiting the passenger side, fist pumping the air to loud rock and roll that was blaring out of the windows. Very unlike her.

“Honey uh who’s truck is that?! Are you leaving me!?” Tony coughed as he climbed out of his suit, the large mass of metal’s motor being shut off and the driver door thrown open.

“Of course not sweetheart. You wouldn’t last a day without me.” His confused look had the team chuckling as he kept darting his eyes from Pepper to the vehicle.

“Then who the hell is that?!”

“YOUR SURPRISE!” Tony raised an eyebrow as to why his wife was shouting all of a sudden, clearly not catching on.

On cue you jumped out of the truck, just like you two had discussed on the drive up to the headquarters, beaming at the large group of people.

You’d remember Tony’s elated smile for the rest of your days.

“SHORT STACK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You laughed as the brunette man came sprinting towards you, the nickname ringing in your ears as he picked you up slightly, pulling you into a spine crushing hug and making you drop your bag. In all the years you had known him, Tony had been like the older brother you never had. When Pepper started working for him you were visiting with your parents and the two of you hit it off instantly. After their unexpected death due to a car accident a year later, Stark and Pepper were some of the only ones there for you, you three becoming inseparable. It had killed a part of you to leave after the decimation, but he had reassured you it’s what your parents would have wanted you to do. You blinked back tears as you hugged the man fiercely.

“Hiya Snark. I’ve missed you too.” The two of you broke apart, Tony leaning back to hold you at arm’s length, taking in your well toned and tanned body.

“Look at you! I mean look at you! Was there something in the water overseas?” You smacked his arm as he went to hug you again, his obviously excited demeanor spreading over the others, although there was a small hint of nervousness in the air.

“Move it Stark, she’s got a line.” Nat scolded, pushing the man away from you so she could hug you herself, a girlish giggle leaving you as you returned it.

“Dig the hair Nat, you break my record yet?”

“I gave up three weeks in. Pinball just pisses me off.” She shrugged, reaching to give your shoulder a squeeze. Thor threatened to break you in half as he embraced you, Bruce choosing to shake your hand. You decided that the new version of the doctor would take some getting used to, but at least he was wearing shirts now. Your eyes met the uncertain ones of who you assumed had to be Bucky, Steve’s friend. So they brought you home after all huh?

“You must be Barnes. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.  Roger’s talked you up a lot.” He took your outstretched hand firmly, giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Did he now? Funny he never mentioned how he let your gorgeous face slip through his fingers.”

Your jaw went slack as you stared at the man, eyes widened in shock as he shamelessly raked his eyes over your figure. Sam took the chance to rush you, your breath escaping your lungs as he all but tackled you. Everyone laughed as Pepper went to grab your overstuffed duffel off the ground.

“Y/N I’m so happy to see you! It’s been years!”

“I know Sam, I’m sorry I stayed away for so long, just had to think of the bigger picture for awhile.”

“Please Y/N. You were helping people, kids with finding family, rebuilding businesses and houses. Even running soup kitchens for Christ’s sake. Don’t apologize.” He met your bewildered expression with a sincere smile. “Pepper kept us updated. You really didn’t think we would miss you?”

“I had to think of…”

“The bigger picture. We know.” You wanted to remove Sam’s smile off his perfect face when a certain tall blonde walked into your sights. He looked nothing short of amazing, even after these last few years. His hair was swept back into its usual style, his blue jeans and simple t shirt combo making you light headed and he got closer to you. Steve Rogers looked damn good. But you had always thought that.

“You got a hug for me too Doll? Or are you all out?” Your breath hitched at hearing his deep voice, his challenging tone making your heart race.

“Not sure Rogers, why dontcha come over here and find out?” You challenged back, his eyes glittering in amusement as he moved to wrap you in his arms. It never came though.

The large explosion off the side of the main building of the compound caused everyone to jump, panic taking over your senses as Tony reassured you no one was inside.

“That’s good to know Snark but what the fuck was that?!” Your nickname for the man only made him smile before he went speed walking off to go investigate, the rest of you following suit. The blown line of a/c compressors sizzled and popped angrily at you as you got close, Steve darting an arm out protectively in front of you. You let your eyes drink the sight of his large limb, the muscle groups flexing deliciously against the material of his shirt. Tony didn’t look amused.

“What the hell is your arm going to do Cap? You protecting Y/N or flexing your freakish flesh for her?” Tony snapped, the captain lowering his arm guiltily. Rolling your eyes at your cousin’s overprotective nature you stepped forward to take a gander at the busted machinery, the sparks and smoke rising from the group of metal. Tony ran his hand over his face with a sigh.

“Looks like I get to track down some new compressors. Y/N, come with me.” Stark commanded, your face looking to his in confusion as he began to head back towards the main doors.

“Me? Why me?” You asked, not understanding the clearly cranky male’s logic. He scoffed.

“You’re better at people than I am. And I don’t like how Rogers keeps staring at your ass.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, not even sparing the embarrassed blonde a glance as you hurried to catch up with the angry brunette. You could feel Steve’s heated gaze on your back as the two of you walked away, Tony turning around to shake his head at the soldier.

“You better put your eyes elsewhere before I knock them out of your skull soldier!” You contained the giggle that bubbled in the back of your throat as you heard Steve groan, the rest of the team looking on at the two of you and sharing curious expressions.

Later

“Yes I will let him know, thank you so much!” You hung up the phone with a defeated sigh, tossing it to Stark as you paced the living area of the compound. The sun had started to make its way towards the horizon, and after five phone calls you were finally gaining traction on your current mission.

“How many does that make?” Tony questioned, repositioning his sunglasses on top of his head like a suburban soccer mom and scribbling something down on a small note pad.

“That makes the six we need. Six compressors, three deliveries, two electricians to set it up come Monday. I’m sorry but that’s the soonest I could get them here.” You slouched onto the couch next to him, the billionaire lovingly patting your leg. You let your head rest on his shoulder, thinking about how F.R.I.D.A.Y had said earlier you had about 12 hours before the outside temperature would start to affect the building. That was about an hour ago.

“So much for a team building weekend, we should let the others know. I wish there was a way to punch hot weather in the face.” You muttered aimlessly as Tony continued to crunch numbers. His head shot up at you suddenly, a wide smile covering his tanned face.

“That’s it! Short stack you are a genius!”

“You’re welcome?” You nearly fell over on the couch as Tony leapt to his feet, offering you a hand before pulling you out of the living area and down the hall into the kitchens where the rest of the Avengers remained.

“You guys Y/N figured out how we still make this weekend work!”

“Oh yea? Does it include leaving this place until Monday and getting some actual sleep?” Came Nat’s sleepy reply, Bruce pouring her another cup of coffee.

“No! We’re going to work together to beat the heat!”

“Y/N I highly doubt this was your idea.” You shook your head at Sam, clearly you and Tony had completely different ideas on how you all were to spend the weekend. “And Tony it’s supposed to reach nearly a hundred and ten! Why the hell would we willingly be stuck here, with no a/c for essentially two days, in a hundred and ten degree heat?!”

“Because whoever is still here at the end of the weekend doesn’t have to come back for the next four months of team building.” Came your cousin’s response, everyone looking at Pepper with a look of admiration, well everyone except Tony.

“Alright I’m in.” Nat agreed, slamming her coffee mug down, Bruce giving his confirmation alongside Thor. Bucky looked warily at his teammates before sighing, nodding his head curtly in submission. Sam and Steve also agreed reluctantly, not really having a choice in the matter.

“What about Y/N? She’s not part of the team and she shouldn’t have to be stuck here with us!” Sam directed everyone’s attention to you, a small lump forming in your throat as you realized they were absolutely right. So how would you spin this to where they’d let you stay without thinking you were crazy? Chewing your bottom lip in thought, you didn’t miss Steve’s eyes darting from your eyes to your lips repeatedly, a darkened expression on his face before Bucky managed to lightly nudge him, motioning to Tony who was watching him like a hawk.

“I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t start work until Monday and I kind of wanted to catch up with all of you,” You smiled to all of them, Bucky looking extremely pleased with your answer as Stark raised a finger.

“Question. Where are you working and how come I wasn’t made aware that you’re staying here indefinitely?!”

“Don’t worry Snark I won’t be far, I just moved into my apartment over the last few days and I…”

“Last few days!?” Your cousin in law threw his hands up, “When did you decide you would be moving back?”

“Uh…five months ago?” The noise that emitted from Stark’s mouth couldn’t have been English, his eyes narrowing at his wife who only smiled brightly at her husband in kind. She was within good reason to feel accomplished, usually secrets never stayed silent when Tony went snooping.

“Well I for one am all for Y/N staying. We’ll need all the estrogen we can find to deal with you lot this weekend.” Nat chided, coming to stand next to you and patting you on the shoulder.

“Great it’s settled then.” Pepper smiled warmly at you, rounding the island in the kitchen and going to pull out supplies for a meal big enough for a small army. “Now who’s helping me cook dinner tonight?”

A rousing chorus of “Not it!” was heard as Tony took off running in the opposite direction, Steve and Bucky following suit. Within moments you found yourself alone with your red headed relative, the rest of the team becoming scarce to avoid having to cook or prepare.

“I didn’t want them to help anyway. This kitchen would end up looking like the compressors outside.” The two of you laughed as you turned on some light music and got to work. It felt nice to be back.

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[sadienita]

Opposites Attract - Part 1

Wonwoo x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: slight mention of alcohol 

No matter how unenthused your housemates may be, trivia night is one of the best nights. Who doesn’t want to hang out and yell out random facts and maybe even get a free drink out of it?

You were positively bouncing with excitement. Trivia nights were very much your thing. Your brain seemed to have endless room for useless facts and pieces of knowledge. You did alright with your actual coursework and keeping the important things in your head but something about funny facts just stuck.

Dal and Seunghan chuckled as you and Noeul skipped down the sidewalk arm in arm on your way to the bar on the far side of campus. It was cold this time of year and your housemates weren’t thrilled about you dragging them across campus just for trivia but if there was one thing you knew it was that your energy was infectious and after a long day of studying and preparing for exams that would be coming up in the next couple of days they all needed a break.

“You’re way to excited for trivia,” Dal laughed.

“How are you not?!” you exclaimed, spinning around and pulling Noeul with you. She didn’t miss a step as you started to skip backwards. 

“You two have way too much energy,” Seunghan grumbled, hunching into his coat. “This weather just makes me feel tired.”

“Well it makes me feel wide awake,” you hummed.

“How?” Seunghan questioned. “It’s cold and bleak.”

“It’s not though,” you smiled, looking up at the sky. “It’s beautiful. The snow falling is so picturesque, the way the ice on the trees makes them glisten, the way the whole world seems muffled and a little more calm.”

“You make a frozen wasteland sound like a dream vacation,” Dal snorted.

You shrugged. “You either find the beauty in the world around you or days like this get depressing. So I’ll go with beautiful.”

Your group ruminated on your words as you walked the last little distance to the bar. As much as you liked the falling snow and the way it made the world look just a little more magical, you were excited to get inside. The warm, cozy atmosphere enveloped the four of you as you entered the bar. You took in the warm wood panelling and heat radiating out from the fake fireplaces as you took off your coat and hung it up. You noticed the feeling of warmth was a lot stronger than you expected and you felt hot even after taking off your coat and scarf. Then again you had been skipping so it wasn’t so much of a surprise that you’d worked up a sweat.

You scanned the room and grin grew on your face as you spotted more friends. You screeched as you ran towards Yuri and Chie and gave them a hug. Noeul joined in and while Dal and Seunghan rolled their eyes. You knew they were judging you for just a loud display of love towards your friends, ones you’d seen only a few days prior, but you couldn’t help it. It was exciting to meet up with your friends and see each other. You also knew that with exam season officially starting tomorrow, and then a break before the next semester you would barely see them for a while.

“Is six too many for a team?” Yuri asked, biting her lip in thought.

“Oh, it might be. Shoot.” you replied, looking at your friends. “I mean, I would they really know if all of use played? It’s just a trivia game so it’s not that big of a deal, right?”

“I’ll sit out,” Seunghan said. “I don’t mind.”

You all let out a chorus of protests but he simply shook his head. “It’s fine, half the fun of these nights is watching some of you making fools of yourself.” he chuckled, giving you a look.

“Okay but when the prize is a free round of drinks for the table,” you countered.

“Yeah, she’s got a point,” said Dal, taking a seat. “That’s a good prize.”

“See,” you grinned, grabbing a seat and scanning the room again. You stretched your hands absentmindedly and shook them out. You must have been nervous because your hands were shaky. You weren’t usually so maybe it was just excitement.

They came around and handed out papers to answer the questions. You took the pencil, planning to be in charge of writing, but it fell out of your grip as your hand shook badly.

“Are you okay?” Noeul asked, concern etched on her face.

“Yeah, I think I’m just excited.” you replied, looking at your hands curiously.

The emcee caught your attention as they started the trivia game. They introduced the rules and asked each team to name themselves. You deliberated with your teammates and settled on “The Winning Team,” since Seunghan came up with it and all of you laughed at the suggestion.

When your table’s turn came up and stood up loudly and exclaimed the name of your team, eliciting laughs from the bar. You felt like someone was staring at you and your heart was racing, but that was probably the adrenaline. 

Your eyes followed the other teams as they introduced themselves until they landed on the last group. A few of the guys at the table were chatting and laughing but one was sitting quietly with his eyes locked on you. He was tall and handsome with glasses and an oversized sweater, his sleeves were pulled up to cover half of his hands. The second you caught his eye he looked down, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

The feeling crashed over you like a wave. You gripped your thighs to try and keep your hands from shaking and butterflies erupted in your stomach. A smile spread across your face and when he looked back up he returned it shyly.

You wanted to jump up and say something to him but the game was starting and as you started to answer questions you got caught up in the competition. You sent him playful glances throughout the night, anytime your team was sure of their answers, and he returned them just as frequently. It was good to know that your soulmate was a total nerd just like you.

You got more excited as the game went on and you were practically bouncing out of your seat as they counted the tallies. You threw him a look across the bar while the emcee took the mic.

“And, maybe unsurprisingly our winners are, The Winning Team,” he chuckled. “Come on up and get your drinks.”

You screeched and hugged Noeul, Yuri, and Chie, the four of you managing to pull Dal into the hug too, before heading to the bar. You ordered your own drink before taking a chance on a craft cider and hoping you had good instincts today.

The boy blushed and ducked his head as you approached his table. His friends snickered and wandered off, leaving him sitting alone. He looked up as you placed the drink down and pushed it towards him.

“I took a guess,” you said, shooting him a smile. He took the drink and took a sip while you introduced yourself and gave you a shy smile.

“You guessed right,” he replied quietly. “I’m Wonwoo, by the way.”

“Well Wonwoo, it sounds like you’re pretty good at trivia. I heard you guys came in second.”

“We aren’t as good as you, though,” he grinned. “You’re good.”

You sat up a little taller and threw your hair back over your shoulder, causing him to chuckle. “I do pride myself on my trivia knowledge.”

“You should,” he hummed, taking a sip. “Do you have any exams this weekend?”

“Nope, you?”

“Nope,” he grinned. “What would you say to a date?”

“I’d say pick me up at 7.”

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Incognito - part 4

If you missed them, you can read the first three parts here.

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Link’s house was dark and quiet. He sat on the couch. He’d turned the TV off a while ago. Trying to do anything felt useless; he couldn’t concentrate. So, he just sat in the darkness and ached.

Rhett’s expression haunted him. He’d never seen him so small or so hurt. But at least with that, Link’s panicked thoughts about their friendship being a sham were effectively proven wrong. Rhett obviously loved him. But did he love him? And if he did, how could they go on from that?

Rhett had called him, multiple times. Link wanted to talk to him. He needed the sounding board that Rhett usually was for him. But he couldn’t pick up. How could he talk this through with him without hurting his feelings even more?

Link’s phone lit up again. He picked it up expecting it to be either a text or a call from Rhett, but it was a notification from Incognito. Link sighed and tapped on it. He’d gotten a third match and match number two had sent him an unsolicited dick pic. Link cocked an eyebrow at the photo. It wasn’t a very good one, and neither was the subject of the photo. He blocked the user. There was also a message from Mr. Paddleboard – Rhett.

PaddleBoardMe: Talk to me.

Link groaned and was about to click away from the app when another message popped up.

PaddleBoardMe: Talk to me like I’m not me. Like I’m a stranger. I know you. You are overthinking this thing right now and talking it out would help. You obviously can’t talk to Rhett right now. Talk to me.

Link stared into the darkness of his living room for a while. His first reaction was to scoff and tell Rhett he was being ridiculous. But when he thought about it more, he realized Rhett was right. This might work. It was worth a try at least. Anything was worth a try at this point.

BlueEyes78: So, guess what happened today?

PaddleBoardMe: What?

BlueEyes78: I found out that my best friend has been lying to me.

PaddleBoardMe: I’m sorry to hear that. Are you sure he’s been lying?

BlueEyes78: Well, it’s not like I’ve ever outright asked him if he likes men. Never occurred to me he might. But I do feel like not telling me is a lie.

PaddleBoardMe: Fair point. Did you tell him?

BlueEyes78: Did I tell him what?

PaddleBoardMe: Did you tell him you like men?

Link frowned at the screen. Of course, Rhett knew he hadn’t told him. So, he had to be calling Link out. He was saying that Link shouldn’t be so mad, because he’d done exactly the same thing. But it wasn’t the same. Right?

BlueEyes78: I would’ve told him. Soon.

PaddleBoardMe: Really?

Link stopped to stare at the screen. He wanted to write ‘yes, definitely’, but if he was totally honest with himself that was probably a lie.

BlueEyes78: Yeah, okay. I’m not sure I would’ve told him.

PaddleBoardMe: Why? 

Link’s fingers hovered above his screen. Why wouldn’t have he told Rhett? He’d never really properly examined his apprehension. He just knew something was stopping him.

BlueEyes78: I guess I was scared.

PaddleBoardMe: What were you scared of?

BlueEyes78: His reaction? Something changing between us.

PaddleBoardMe: Do you mean you were scared that he might abandon you because of it?

Link’s stomach dropped. Just reading those words chilled him to his core. That was not the reason. His mind couldn’t even conjure up a scenario where Rhett would have ended their friendship because of a confession like that.

BlueEyes78: No. It’s hard for me to believe he’d do that to me.

PaddleBoardMe: Good. I would have been offended if you did.

BlueEyes78: Rhett

PaddleBoardMe: Sorry. Okay, so what do you mean then?

Link sighed. He didn’t know.

PaddleBoardMe: Okay, if that’s too hard of a question to answer now, can you at least tell me how long you’ve known?

BlueEyes78: That you’re Rhett?

PaddleBoardMe: No. That you’re attracted to men.

BlueEyes78: Not long. Well. I’ve kind of known for a while but I just… It was hard to accept.

PaddleBoardMe: I can relate.

Link couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him. Why hadn’t they just told each other? None of this app business wouldn’t have ever happened and things would be fine between them.

BlueEyes78: Yeah, I guess. Have you known for long?

PaddleBoardMe: A few years.

BlueEyes78: Years?!

Link let the phone drop on the couch and got up. He’d thought that maybe this was fairly new for Rhett too. Maybe few months, six at the most. But years?! He’d been lying to Link for years. Sneaking around with guys behind Link’s back. Getting fucked by strangers when… No! Link shook his head and refused to finish the thought. He was definitely not jealous. He was definitely not thinking Rhett should have never been fucked by anyone else except him.

PaddleBoardMe: I’m sorry. Just being honest.

Link stared at the message. A short laugh forced its way out.

BlueEyes78: Did you just seriously quote our song to me?

PaddleBoardMe: Oh! I didn’t mean to!

PaddleBoardMe: But that’s actually kind of hilarious.

Link smiled. He could imagine Rhett sitting on his bed, head whipped back, laughing that booming laugh of his that always made Link’s insides tingle. Link suddenly felt warm and soft.

BlueEyes78: Hey, Rhett?

PaddleBoardMe: I’m not Rhett.

BlueEyes78: No, just be Rhett, okay? Why didn’t you tell me?

There was a long pause. Link wondered if Rhett had just closed the app. Maybe he’d decided not to answer. Or maybe he was on his way here? The thought made Link’s heartbeat quicken. What if Rhett came here? What he just walked in and they continued the act that he was someone else…? Link swallowed and with considerable self-restraint didn’t continue on that path of thinking. His phone lit up.

PaddleBoardMe: Because I love you.

Link frowned. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

BlueEyes78: That makes no sense. You didn’t tell me because you love me? Aren’t these kinds of things usually shared with loved ones? 

PaddleBoardMe: No, Link. Isn’t it obvious? I didn’t tell you because I’m IN love with you.

There it was—confirmation. Link’s breath caught. With trembling fingers, he wrote.

BlueEyes78: I need a minute.

Link closed the app. He put away the phone and took off his glasses. His palms pressed into his eyes hard enough to make him see stars. Rhett was in love with him. Link’s heart was racing. A smile crept on his face. Rhett is in love with me.

His hands dropped and he hugged himself tightly. It felt like he had to hold on to himself; like he was disintegrating. It felt like he was being broken to pieces and put back together again – everything all at once. He felt dizzy and exhilarated.

“Rhett’s in love with me,” he whispered, smiling like a madman.

Wasn’t this exactly the thing he’d been afraid of? If it was, why was he suddenly so insanely happy?

Because you’re in love with him too, you idiot.

Am I?

He was. Suddenly, it was as clear as day. He was in love with Rhett. He was in love with his laughter. He was in love with his humor. He was in love with the tenderness he treated everyone around him. He was in love with those long limbs that Rhett so gently kept in check, trying hard not to let his large presence scare anyone. He was in love with his kind eyes and his soft beard and that mole that hid beneath it. He was in love with the way Rhett looked at him as he spoke, like Link was the only other person that existed. He was in love with his best friend. 

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t be in love with Rhett. That was the worst possible option. His mood sank as quickly as it had lifted. Loving Rhett like that was not an option. That kind of love would end eventually and when it did, he’d lose Rhett. Link sighed. He knew what he had to do, but it pained him to know. He put on his glasses and picked up his phone. He had to put an end to this. He had to save their friendship.

BlueEyes78: I’m sorry.

PaddleBoardMe: What are you sorry about?

BlueEyes78: We can’t be together like that.

PaddleBoardMe: I know. Don’t worry. It’s okay.

BlueEyes78: I get that it hurts. I don’t want to do this, but it just isn’t an option.

PaddleBoardMe: I get it. Don’t worry about me. I’ve been living with this for years. I’m gonna be fine.

Link’s eyes filled with tears. Rhett didn’t get it. Rhett thought it was because Link didn’t feel the same way about him. But that would be better. It would be easier for him to move on if Link never told him.

BlueEyes78: Are we gonna be okay?

PaddleBoardMe: Always.

BlueEyes78: And I’m sorry about the whole sexting thing.

PaddleBoardMe: You know what? I’m not. I mean I’m sorry it’s obviously making you uncomfortable. But I kinda like the idea I got to be with you once. Even though I didn’t know it was you.

BlueEyes78: Well, consider it my gift to you. You’re not getting anything for Christmas now.

PaddleBoardMe: Me making you cum is definitely the best Christmas present you’ve ever given me.

BlueEyes78: Rhett

PaddleBoardMe: Sorry. That was a bad joke. I know it’s a bit fucked up. But this whole situation is a bit fucked up.

BlueEyes78: I’m so sorry.

PaddleBoardMe: Stop apologizing. I promise on Monday everything is gonna go back to normal.

BlueEyes78: Promise?

PaddleBoardMe: I promise. You won’t even know anything weird happened. I love you. As a brother.

Link almost threw his phone into a wall. The words cut him like a knife. This is what you wanted. Deal with it. Do it for him. Do it for the years and years you get to spend together now.

BlueEyes78: I love you too. As a brother.

It was like the words were written in his heart’s blood. Link gasped for air. He had to do it. He had to just learn to bear this pain. That was the only way he could keep Rhett forever.

PaddleBoardMe: See you on Monday. Have a nice weekend.

BlueEyes78: You too.

Link closed the app and tilted down on the couch. The phone slipped from his fingers and dropped on the rug. He tugged his knees against his chest and fought to keep the pieces of him from falling.