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cherryobx · 3 years

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Environmentalists//Kiara Carrera x reader

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summary: You are an environmentalist who moves to the Outer Banks. When Kiara hears about you, she knows she has to meet you.

warnings: language (1 word lol), fluff, kissing ig

WC: 1,7k

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You had been planning on moving for a while now. You wanted a quieter life away from big cities and cars honking every two seconds. You hated it. You absolutely hated it. You had known since you were a little girl that this wasn't the life for you.

You were luckily quite wealthy and you had enough money to start a new life somewhere else. When you talked to your parents about moving, they were very supportive of the idea. You told them about where you wanted to move and that you wanted to build your own house there. You had enough money so why not.

So, you quit your job in the city, packed most of your belongings with you and moved to the Outer Banks. Kildare to be specific. The decision to move there wasn’t hard. You had visited the place a few years back and you fell in love with it. It was the most beautiful place to you in the whole world.

When you first arrived there you checked out the property you had bought. The work there had already begun and the fundamentals of the house were already there. It was a good idea to start the process of building before you had even arrived. Your dad had helped you hire a group of people who knew what they were doing but you wanted to hire a few locals as well.

The one thing you decided on was that you wanted to stay on your property while it was being built. So, you rented yourself a caravan to live in.

When JJ and John B saw that there was a really good job opportunity, they decided to take it. The place they needed to work at wasn’t even far away from the chateau so it was the perfect job for them.

“Hey! You’re JJ and John B, right?” you asked the two boys who were walking up to you. They both gave you a confirming nod.

“Yay, I remembered your names,” you giggled. “So the guys are already working over there,” you pointed towards them, “so go over there and ask them what you have to do. And if you want to drink some water or eat some snacks, I set up a table for you all as well. If you have any questions I’ll be in that caravan.”

John B and JJ gave each other a look. It was their first day, they hadn’t even done anything yet, but you were being so unbelievably nice to them. It was something new for them since their other bosses in the past had treated them like shit.

A few months passed and the house was coming together. You had some finishing touches you still needed though. Like solar panels.

You were an environmentalist and doing everything in your power to change the world for the better. But it was hard because humanity had already done so much damage that it was really hard to make anything happen. However, you really tried. Change happens with one person at a time - a sentence you liked to live by.

“Yes, just put them over there for now. We’ll deal with them on Monday. It’s too late anyways. Go home, get some sleep.” You stood by and gave orders as the builders carried the panels one by one. Once they were finished, everyone went home.

“How does she have that much money though? That’s my question,” JJ said, opening the fridge and taking out two bottles of beer, offering one to his friend.

“Her parents are probably rich.” John B shrugged as he took the beer from JJ and popped the cap off.

“Yeah, but like solar panels?”

“What solar panels?” Kie asked as she walked into the kitchen. It was Friday night. That’s when they got together with the pogues to just drink and hang out. Pope was on his way as well.

She hopped onto one of the counters, very interested in the answer that was about to come. “You know that girl who moved here a few months back, our boss?”

“You mean the one who’s building her own house?”

“Yeah, her. She bought solar panels and they arrived today. We’re setting them up on Monday.” Suddenly Kie became very fascinated by her friends’ boss.

“What is she like?” she asked.

“Really nice. The best boss ever, for sure,” JJ said, taking a swig from his bottle.

John B continued. “Umm she’s a few years older than us. Sometimes she sits close where we are, watches us work and just talks to us. She’s an environmentalist, so the house we’re building is really energy efficient. And yes, she’s the best boss. She pays us generously and we get the right amount of breaks. She even gets us snacks and water. I don’t really know, that’s about it.”

“She sounds really cool. Can I come with you on Monday?” Kie asked, a hopeful look on her face. As soon as John B said that you were an environmentalist she knew she had to meet you. There weren’t many girls like you on the island. Plus, you seemed to be super awesome. She could use someone like you in her life.

“Uhh I don’t know.” John B looked at JJ and he looked back at him smirking. “Kie, you haven’t even met her and you’re already crushing on her.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “Ugh, shut up. Can I come or not?”

They agreed, so on Monday Kiara walked to work with them. She was nervous to say the least. JJ had been right. She hadn’t even seen or met you but she was already hooked. She had fixed her hair at least 10 times before getting there.

“Calm down, Kie,” JJ chuckled, patting Kie on the back.

Then she saw you and she swore her heart stopped beating for a second. You were nothing like she had imagined. You were even more beautiful. She loved the way your hair was moving in the light morning breeze or how you smiled and gestured with your hands as you were talking to your employees. It was like your smile was brighter than the sun. She was so invested in watching you, she almost tripped.

To her luck, JJ caught her just in time. “Relax, Romeo.”

As they walked closer, you finally noticed them coming towards you. You were a bit confused, seeing a girl with them. You smiled and waved at them. They waved back.

“Good morning, John B and JJ!”

“Good morning!” The boys said in unison, making you laugh.

“And who are you?” you turned to Kiara with a warm simile. “I’m Kiara,” she introduced herself, offering you a hand to shake which you did.

“I’m Y/N.” Kiara smiled as she repeated your name under her breath.

“Well, we better go...you know...do some work and stuff.” JJ and John B ran off as you and Kiara stayed back.

“So, what brings you here today?” you asked.

“Umm, I’m friends with John B and JJ and they told me a little about you. They told me that you are an environmentalist?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Me too! When they told me about you I knew I had to meet you. There aren’t many activists around here so…”

“They told you about me?”

“Yeah. I heard them talking about some solar panels and then it led to the conversation about you. They told me great things about you.”

You and Kiara talked for almost an hour before she asked if you’d been to her parents' restaurant. You told her that you hadn’t.

“Well, I can take you there if you’d like to.” She was really hoping that you want to.

“Sure, I haven’t had breakfast yet anyway.”

You grabbed your bike and told Kie to sit on the rack of your bicycle. You didn’t have a car and the reason was simple. You didn’t need one. Why buy a car and waste money on gas (which is harmful to the environment) when you could just use your bicycle to get around. The island wasn’t that huge.

Kie was hesitant at first but you told her that you’d get there quicker. Then she finally agreed to get on the bike. “Wrap your arms around me.” Kie’s heart started beating faster as she did so. You were so close to each other now.

You two rode to the Wreck in about 20 minutes. The silence was comfortable around you two. It was like you’d known each other for years. In reality, it’d been an hour. Well, that’s probably what it was like to meet someone you’re so similar to, someone you connect with.

After eating, Kie took you to her favourite places on the island. You two spent the entire day together. You really liked her. She had this specific energy that matched yours. You felt like you had found the one.

The day ended with you two sitting on the edge of a dock, watching the sunset. You leaned closer to Kie and rested your head on her shoulder. It was a beautiful moment. A one you were sure you’d cherish forever.

Kie smiled. She was happy. Like really happy. She hadn’t felt like this in a while. She liked you as well and really hoped that the feelings were mutual. It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing to find a person you liked like this. She had known you for only a day but she could imagine a future with you.

So when you rose your head to look at Kie, she shot her shot.

She pressed her lips against yours and gave you a short and sweet kiss that left her wanting more now once she’d tasted your lips.

When she pulled away, you had a shocked expression on your face. You weren’t expecting that. But you liked the butterflies it gave you.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry. I thought-”

You shut her up by kissing her again, but this time deeper. The butterflies in your belly flew at a rapid speed as your lips moved against each other. She placed her hand on your cheek to pull you in even closer.

The kiss ended when you ran out of air and needed a breath. Your foreheads rested against each other as you were catching your breath.

This felt right. All of it. You couldn’t wait for what destiny had planned for you two.

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kireijae · 3 years

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fearless — n.jm x reader

summary: you start a new job at your favourite local bookstore in seoul, however no one cared to inform you of the very pretty delivery guy who comes once a week.

genre: twist (ig?) on a bookstore!au, nonidol!au, fluff, angst, some crack too

warnings: swearing, detailed descriptions of food and eating, edited but not very well, i cried while writing it (if i forgot any or you want me to add specific ones, send an ask or message me!)

words: 6k

a.n: i worked so hard on this oh my goodness it was like giving birth dkfjdsfnsd. but really i love this one a lot so i hope you all enjoy it because i did my best to do the story i had in my head justice. also! let me know what you thought of it!

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The streets were quiet as you walked to the bookstore. Your bag was heavy in your hand and the sun danced around you, creating a blinding sort of glow on the pavement beneath your feet. You passed modern coffee shops and tall skyscrapers alike, buildings becoming more and more modern the longer you walked. All right angles, smooth surfaces and tinted windows glinting in the morning sun. It was only your second day on the job, but the route was already familiar to you, after having visited the bookstore quite often over the few years you’d been living in the city.

The tingling sounds of the old bell above the door fell around you like snowflakes as you stepped inside. It was quite literally like stepping into another realm. The floor was paved with stone tiles, little shoots of green peaking up between them here and there. The glass walls were lined with creepers and bookshelves alike and the glass roof allowed for the rays of sunlight to poke through the trees’ branches above.

Your eyes were pulled to Jisoo after her voice called to you from behind the cash register. “Good morning!” she said, eyes bright and her voice chipper.

She gave you a short list of things to do before opening the store while she did some admin in the back room. You rearranged bookshelves, tidied the seating area in the centre of the room, fluffing up the old embroidered cushions and wiping the coffee stain off the old wooden table. Once you heard the old clock near the counter sing its tune to signal the hour, you walked over to the door to flip the sign that hung there.

The day went by slowly, with barely any customers walking through the doors. You were half asleep at the register when you heard the bell at the door ring and you sat up from your crunched up position on the old stool. You blinked a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up completely, but your eyes widened when they focused on the person at the door.

You nearly thought it was a scene out of a drama. He walked in, and you swore you saw a curl of wind rush past him and fuss with his hair. Everything around him went out of focus — all your attention honed in on him. He had a white t-shirt on with a loose, light blue button up draped over his shoulders. His hair had to have been dyed, with the depth of the black that coated the strands, but it was still glimmering nonetheless.

You were paying attention to everything he did as he walked towards you, so luckily for you, you caught his words even through your haze.

“Hey, are you new here?” you finally noticed that he held a big cardboard box in his arms, fingers curled around the front, with the bottom of it resting on his forearms.

You opened your mouth to answer, but before any sort of sound could pour out, Jisoo came out from the back room. You were grateful for the interruption, seeing as you weren’t sure you could function correctly just then.

“This is only her second day, Jaemin,” she said, throwing him a knowing glance from the corner of her eye and taking the box from him, “don’t scare her off.”

“Now how would I ever scare someone off?” he leaned on the end of the counter, eyes following Jisoo’s form into the back room again.

The arm that wasn’t leaning on the dark wooden counter was hanging limply from his shoulder, his whole body conveying defeat from the forward curve of his spine to the slack of his jaw.

“You nearly knocked over an entire shelf of books on your first delivery here,” yelled Jisoo, still from the back room.

“I was nervous!” he straightened his posture, his hand now flat in front of you and his arm outstretched, “Anyways I better get going.”

He looked at you as he said it and you noticed the way the glint in his eyes seemed to dance and swirl around until he completely focused on you.

“I’m Y/n, by the way,” you forced an arm out along with your words.

He took your hand gently and squeezed it, “I’m Jaemin. I don’t think I’ve ever shaken someone’s hand before. At least not someone my age.”

His tone seemed sincere, not teasing or judgemental — purely observational. He threw you a smile before walking out the door again. His light blue shirt billowing behind him when he opened the door.

“Don’t mind him,” Jisoo said, walking out into the store again with a pile of books in her hands, “he’s insanely annoying, but honestly it’s either him or the old guy who smells like mould. That smell hangs around even after he’s gone.”

Jaemin came back a few days later, no box in his arms this time and a black hoodie on his frame. He usually came once every week with a box in hand and his bright smile stretched out on his face. Some days he was there and gone within the blink of an eye and other days he hovered around the store, gabbering about anything and everything. Sometimes he came into the shop empty handed: no box full of books to deliver. Jisoo seemed surprised the first time it happened, pulling a face akin to one a girl looking at her brother who just barged into her room unannounced would wear. She said nothing of it, however, so neither did you.

One night at 9pm when you were left alone to close the store, he came rushing down the road in his company van and stumbled out onto the concrete. His hair was already messed up before the wind hit it, most likely from his running his hands through it as he so often did.

‘How does it still look so soft?’

“Please tell me I’m not too late?” he said when he was close enough to not have to yell over the wind.

“Hm?” you widened your eyes and leaned your head forward, trying to get yourself to pay attention to his words instead of the glow of his skin under the streetlights.

“If I have to take another delivery back because I missed it Mr. Yoo might kill me,” he said, his eyes held a plea in them.

“Oh,” you turned back, fiddling for the key in your bag, “Sure let me just open up again.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he said, setting the box down on the counter after refusing to let you carry it into the store.

“I opened a door Jaemin,” you said, scoffing at him from the door, “it’s nothing. Plus, it’s worth it if it means your boss won’t kill you— What are you doing?”

“I’m helping,” he was faced away from you, hands working at (aggressively) opening the package.

You huffed and set your bag down next to you before walking over to him. You peered over his shoulder, catching a whiff of his cologne. It smelled fresh but sweet. He’d already taken half the books out and piled them on the counter and one or two had fallen down onto the lower half that formed the desk at which you’d fallen asleep at least five times that week.

“You actually just look like you’re making a mess, Jaem,” you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

He tried his best not to let the shy smile slither onto his face, “Then tell me where to put them.”

He turned around, obviously underestimating your proximity. You were only about five centimeters away from him — at most. He could count your eyelashes if he wanted to, and goodness knows he was tempted to. Anything to be able to look at you for a little longer.

Your heart beat sporadically in your chest, his energy making your system go haywire. You reached behind him to grab one of the books and pulled it towards your chest.

“You don’t have to help. I can do it myself,” you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, you hoped it looked like you were standing your ground and not like you were stuck in your place from the shock of being so close to him.

“I want to,” you swore his eyes glitched — or yours did — because you saw him steal a glance at your lips.

You turned around swiftly before you could think about it anymore, “Alright, it’s organised by genre but these are all just restocks so you can take a few of these to the back.”

It took less time than you thought to pack everything away and enter the stock on the system, nearly half the time it usually took you by yourself. Jaemin was a lot more helpful than you thought he would, and he was a lot stronger than he looked, too.

“Do you want a ride home?” came his voice from behind you as he reached over you to put the last book on a shelf.

“Uh, I’ll be fine by myself,” you said, walking away from the shelf to get your bag again and sling it over your shoulder.

“I need to say thanks for taking the delivery, though,” his hands were back in the pockets of his black skinny jeans. His gaze floated over to you, the bottom lid of his eyes slightly swollen with sincerity.

“You already helped me put the books away, you’ve done more than enough—”

“But, I did make you stay late. And the city’s not safe at this hour.”

You sighed in defeat and readjusted your bag. You did hate walking at night and you’d been on your feet most of the day, so perhaps it wasn’t the worst idea to accept the lift home.

He grinned when you accepted and led you over to the van and you tried not to make a comment about getting into a van with a stranger.

You’d been driving for about ten minutes when you signalled for Jaemin to pull over in front of your apartment building. You reached for the door handle to let yourself out of the car once it came to a stop, but before you could, a hand caught your upper arm.

“Y/n…” he trailed off, eyes on the bend of your elbow.

You waited a moment, “Jaemin?”

And when he didn’t answer, you waved a hand in front of his face.

“Hmm? Oh,” he blinked out of his state and looked at you once again, “Uh, never mind.”

Your brows gathered like the ruffles on a dress but you gave him a moment before he let go of your arm, “You’ve been watching too many dramas, Jaemin. What were you going to say?”

He seemed taken aback at first, your directness not something he had anticipated. But then he smiled.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime,” his shyness was almost gone now, your honesty pulling it away from him.

“And? Do you still want to?”

“Yes.”

Your calm façade faltered when he handed you his phone and told you to put your number in it. His fingers brushed yours and you nearly shivered from the contact. However, you managed to hide it during your swift turn away from him.

He texted you as soon as you got into your apartment. You sat in bed for hours, hands grasping your phone. You only needed to wait a few seconds at a time for his replies. Your body hurt from being pushed into the mattress in such an awkward position, but you barely noticed it. Until it reached 3am that is. You had to force yourself to stop replying after the third time you’d sent a “goodnight, i’m actually leaving this time” text. You lay there for a while before you drifted off, thoughts of Jaemin floating through your mind.

Waking up the next morning was one of the hardest things you’d done in a while. Your eyelids felt puffy — you could feel them around your eyeballs everytime you blinked — and your neck hurt from being held up to look at your phone all night. The only reason you wound up going into work was because of one of Jaemin’s texts from last night:

“I’ll come by the bookshop after work sometime this week and we can have that date.”

“I mean hang out*! Unless you’re okay with it being a date? Bc I’d like that.”

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None of the drinks in the convenience store looked like the one you wanted, or even close to it. Green, orange and yellow bottles lined the refrigerated shelves and you had no interest in any of them. You’d been standing at the back of the store in front of the refrigerators for a few minutes too long and at this point it was probably getting strange for the cashier. If they were even looking, that is. You realised in your short time in the retail industry that the cashiers are never looking at the customers. Most of the time they were zoned out, or on their phones and not watching the customer’s every move, though it still felt like it. You faintly heard the door swing open, but your eyes remained glued to the drinks on the other side of the glass, and your thoughts most definitely not on your surroundings.

Jaemin hadn’t been to the store in three days and he hadn’t texted you since yesterday. As much as you hated to admit it, that boy had got into your head and so, too, had insecurity. Though your rational mind tried to explain the number of reasons he hadn’t been able to come, your irrational mind seemed to be winning in thinking that he was tired of you. It was absurd that you were having this crisis in the middle of the juice aisle of a 7 Eleven at 10pm and you knew it. You also knew he probably had a busy day at work, he’d even told you last week how busy Wednesdays were for some reason, in fact he’d complained for almost ten minutes while you sat staring at the fluffy ends of his hair. But what could you have done to drive him away? Maybe it was the staring…

“This is getting painful.”

And now you were hearing his voice everywhere. It really was time for you to go home. Take a nap. Maybe it was exhaustion talking. After all, you had stayed up late talking to him last night and you had to get up extra early because you were the one opening the shop.

“Just take the pineapple one.” No, that had to be Jaemin.

You whipped around then when the realisation hit you, however, you still stumbled back a bit when you saw it was his figure standing behind you in the aisle.

“What?” Your brain was still cloudy from all the thoughts swirling around it previously, though they’d completely disappeared now that Jaemin was within your line of sight.

“Take the pineapple soda,” he said again, a giant, perfect smile on his face.

“I don’t like pineapple,” you said, gears in your head finally working again, “I was looking for—”

“Please don’t say strawberry,” he hung his shoulders when he saw the sly grin that crept its way onto your face. “Why does everyone love strawberry so much? It tastes like medicine.”

He took you by the hand and pulled you towards the door, passing the very much unconscious cashier on the way out.

“Where are you taking me to?” Your hand was limp in his, you didn’t have the confidence quite yet to be able to grip his hand back.

“That place never has strawberry soda, I’m taking you somewhere that does,” he didn’t let go of your hand for a second.

You watched him as he walked slightly ahead of you, his hair bouncing as he walked. He was wearing a ring, though you couldn’t see exactly what it was in the streetlights’ glow. It was cold against your skin despite his own skin being warm as well.

You walked for a few minutes before Jaemin’s head suddenly perked up like a puppy who’d heard its name being called.

“Do you hear music?” he asked, whipping his head around in an attempt to find where the waves of music were coming from.

“It must be from the park down that way,” you pointed past Jaemin, to the road on your right.

Jaemin grinned and pulled you with him down the empty road. The park came into view and you saw what seemed to be the remains of a festival. People were littered around the centre of the park, surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Some were gazing up at the sparkling lights tangled among the branches, and others were dancing to the music playing.

Jaemin’s grin widened and he turned to you with bright eyes and a pleading expression on his face.

“I thought we were getting soda,” you said, with a smile on your face that told him there was no way you could say ’no.’

“Just ten minutes?” Jaemin bit his bottom lip in excitement as soon as he finished his sentence, he already knew your answer.

“Fine.”

By the time you got the word out, he was already pulling you after him to the row of trees.

Once you were on the path, beautiful trees surrounding you, Jaemin slowed down and craned his neck to look up. He squeezed your hand in order to get you to look up at the trees as well. Clouds of pink petals collected around the branches, and the lights shone like stars among them. The music and faint sound of cars filled your ears and the smell of freshly cooked food floated through the air.

“I’ve never been to one of these festivals at night,” you said, turning your head to the side to look at him instead.

Your words tore his eyes away from the view above, “Really?”

You nodded your head simply and the two of you continued walking in comfortable silence. Every now and then, drops of water fell from the trees above you like rain from the clouds, most likely from the rain that had run through the city earlier in the day. The music floated around your head, it was a song you didn’t remember the name of but the beat was familiar and it caused you to nod your head to the tune. Jaemin sensed the nodding of your head and did his best to hide his smile by looking down at the paved ground below him.

His gaze was brought back to you, though, when he heard a light giggle. Jaemin’s eyes followed your line of sight and found that you were looking at two kids dancing to the music. They bounced about with no sense of the rhythm of the music, giant smiles on their faces. He felt as though he was in the ending shot of a drama, a freeze frame centred on the main character, the background out of focus and the edges of the screen twinkling. Jaemin wanted so desperately to ask you to dance. Right there. In the middle of the park. And he considered doing it, too.

Just then, your smile widened as the two children began twirling aimlessly and Jaemin couldn’t stop himself from speaking his next words, “Did you want to da-“

Luckily for him, the rain was able to stop him when it suddenly came pouring down. Both of you stood frozen for a few seconds, unsure of what to do, until you started pulling Jaemin back the way you came.

“How far is the store you wanted to go to?” you asked when Jaemin furrowed his brows at you.

“Oh, right,” he said, grabbing your hand tighter and walking in front of you, “It’s just around the corner.”

Eventually he stopped the two of you in front of a frozen yoghurt shop. It was devoid of people except for the cashier, who you could barely make out the silhouette of in the neon lights.

He pulled you in through the glass door and pointed over to the drinks glistening in the lights. The whole shop was cold, making you put your hands on your upper arms to preserve heat. You took one of the many strawberry flavoured sodas off the shelf, but you shivered at the even cooler temperature inside the refrigerator. You stood there for a few seconds, thinking before grabbing a pineapple soda from the bottom shelf and turning around to head towards the cashier.

Jaemin was already sat at one of the white tables, facing away from you. The black material of his jacket hugged him comfortably, his body nearly drowning in the fabric. It made you want to wrap your arms around him, whether it was simply to get warmth or if it was to get to hold Jaemin, you weren’t sure.

You yanked your eyes away from him and went over to the cashier, setting the two bottles down on the counter.

“You don’t have to pay,” he said from his place on a stool near the cash register. He didn’t even look up from the phone in his hands, “It’s on the house.”

You jerked your head away in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“Really, you don’t have to pay for it” Jaemin’s voice came up behind you, “that’s my cousin, he’s trying to get fired.”

You looked back and forth between the two for a second, only just seeing the resemblance.

“What? Why?” you ask, not sure who to direct the question to, but that problem was solved when the boy sitting behind the register put AirPods in his ears.

“My aunt will kill him if he quits another job,” Jaemin snickered, “He’s quit five in the last four months.”

You walked over to Jaemin as he spoke and you noticed two cups of frozen yoghurt on the table.

“That has to be a record,” you sat down and Jaemin pushed one of the cups over to you. There was a curl of lilac coloured frozen yoghurt peeking out the top of the cup.

He chuckled, “Yeah, his mom completely cussed him out. But I’ve met the manager of this place and I would want to quit too if I were him.”

It was silent for a few seconds as you dipped the plastic spoon into the swirl of frozen yoghurt and hummed.

“You just don’t like him, because he stocks strawberry flavoured soda,” you spoke around your growing smirk before opening the can and taking a sip from said soda.

“Hey, at least I’m not the one mixing soda with frozen yoghurt,” he said, pointing to the aforementioned drink with a stern look in his eyes.

You narrowed your eyes at him, seeing through his judgemental facade, “You’ve never tried it have you?” His gaze melted into one of rather tense curiosity at your actions as you raised a spoonful of the frozen yoghurt to your mouth.

“No, doesn’t it feel weird?” he watched you with his confusion pulling on his brows.

“That’s the whole point,” you said, before following the spoon of yoghurt with a sip of soda again.

He quickly scooped some frozen yoghurt from the quickly diminishing supply into his mouth and then looked at you expectantly after swallowing, “So it’s like a chaser?”

You let out a giggle, “I mean kinda, yeah. Try it, but keep the soda in your mouth for a little.”

He reached out, took his soda into his right hand, and after opening it and giving it a curious look, he drank from it. His eyes widened at the pleasant sensation of fizzing and bubbling in his mouth and he pulled his lips together as if sucking from a straw. You laughed loudly at his animated reaction and tried to hold back the ‘I told you so’ that threatened to spill past your lips.

“Wow,” his mouth widened, his jaw comically lopsided, and held the can of soda out in front of him, looking at it as if it had just spoken to him. He then looked up at you, his expression turning back into confusion, “Why are you laughing?!”

“I’ve shown this to so many people, but they’ve never reacted like you just did,” you put a hand in front of your mouth as you continued to heave out giggles.

Jaemin’s features softened as he watched your eyes and nose crinkle from your laughter. A smile etched itself onto his own face at the sight and sound of you laughing at him. Your cheeks were jutting out to make room for your smile and he was sure your laugh was the best sound he’d ever heard. He was glad he could make you laugh so hard. Glad that he had any positive effect on you at all, really.

While the two of you continued talking, the sky outside emptied itself of rain until it had none left. The sound of rain clattering to the ground outside was replaced with only the occasional drip from the roof. However, neither you nor Jaemin would admit that you’d noticed it, instead opting to stay in the bubble your laughter and conversation had made around you. That was, until a set of keys was hurtled towards Jaemin, who very nearly caught them. They landed on the floor behind him and he twisted around to pick them up.

“What the hell?” said Jaemin, throwing his words at his cousin who had just woken up.

“When you’re done, lock up for me will you?” he said as he picked up a backpack from behind the counter, “But don’t stay too long, Jaemin, if you keep looking at them like that I’m pretty sure your eyes will turn heart shaped.”

Jaemin scoffed, watching his cousin disappear out the back entrance without another word, leaving only the lights above the refrigerators on.

“Alright let’s go,” he stood up and held his hand out for you to take and you couldn’t help the shy smile that pushed its way onto your face.

After locking up, the two of you began wandering the streets of Seoul, with no particular destination in mind. Jaemin kept your hand in his as you walked. The rain had stopped, but it had left blotches of water for you to dodge everywhere you went.

The boy next to you had become completely silent, the only sounds he made being occasional hums as you spoke. So eventually, you decided to let the sounds of the city enter the space between you instead of trying to fill it with your words.

You made your way to your apartment, Jaemin still by your side. When the two of you stopped in front of your building you had the urge to lean closer to him, to close your eyes and let your lips meld together in a kiss. You wanted to be as close to him as you could in that moment, but when he only gave you a rushed ‘goodnight’ and turned away, your hopes sunk down to the floor of your heart. As you watched him walk away, you felt coldness set in for the first time since you’d met him.

—

Three days after your date with Jaemin, an old man walked into the bookstore with a delivery box in his arms. You went around the counter to take the box from him and sign for the package, frowning all the while. The man left without saying a word, but when he turned around, you caught sight of what must have been a chewed piece of gum behind his ear. Your shoulders jostled in disgust as soon as he was out of sight.

A moment later, Jisoo appeared from the backroom. “Was that Jaemin?”

“No,” you said blankly before looking up from the box you’d just cut open, “but I have met the mold guy now, and you’re right. The smell does hang around after he’s gone.”

“Jaemin better be dying,” she said, going around the counter to start entering the stock on the computer, “or I'll kill him myself for staying home.”

“I don’t think he stayed home,” your shoulders slumped as you said it, “He probably changed his shifts.”

Jisoo hummed in confusion, signalling for you to elaborate. Her eyes were still on the screen but her face was aimed towards you.

“He hasn’t talked to me since we went on that date,” you huffed, placing your hands on your hips. Lifting books all the time still hadn’t become any easier since you‘d started this job. You had, however, learned to appreciate air conditioning after the one day it didn’t work and you were reminded why no one else had turned a greenhouse into a store of some kind.

That pulled Jisoo’s eyes away from the screen, “You went on a what? And he didn’t—? Okay, no, fill me in,” she leaned her forearms on the counter.

“Well, he asked me on a date that night that he made that late delivery, then didn’t specify a day or time and then found me in a convenience store and whisked me away on a really, really lovely date and then he didn’t call or text and now he’s most likely changed shifts because he hates me,” you took a sharp breath in at the end of your rambling.

“That doesn’t sound like something Jaemin would do,” she said, “I mean the last part, the late delivery and suddenly taking you on a date sounds just like him.” She paused for a moment, eyes cast down as she thought, “Have you tried texting him?”

“Of course I have.”

“And?”

“Delivered,” you deadpanned.

The bell on the door rang behind you and you rounded the counter to take over from Jisoo while she asked the customer if they needed any help. Before she left your side though, she sent you a sad, close-mouthed smile and squeezed your arm.

That night, as soon as you’d changed into comfortable clothing and sat on your sofa to watch reruns of an old show, you picked up your phone and wandered over to your chat with Jaemin absent mindedly. As you opened it, you felt a slight pinch in your heart. Maybe being left on delivered was better.

—

You held a bucket above the lamp in the centre of the room, the plop from the drops of water entering it being washed away under the sound of the rain outside the store. You were in the process of trying to place the pile of books you had in your hand onto the table without letting the drops of water get on the lamp, when you heard the sound of the bell ringing above the door.

It had been a while — maybe almost two weeks — since you’d last seen Jaemin; since you’d last talked to him. But now he pushed his way into the shop, bringing with him a whirlwind of the weather outside.

You looked over to his form in the doorway: a box littered with giant dark spots in his hands and his hair nearly dripping from the rain despite the hood of his sopping yellow raincoat framing his face.

When he caught sight of you, your arms holding books and buckets alike and struggling with both of them, he set the box down on the ground near a bookshelf and rushed over to take the pile of books from you. He set them on the old couch and helped you move the heavy lamp in order to put the bucket in its place to catch the water.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, keeping your eyes away from him.

“No problem,” he said, putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

‘He has no business looking that pretty.’

“I’m sorry I haven’t been by in a while…”

You scoffed immediately, “You haven’t answered my texts in a while either.”

“I’m sorry about that too,” you can’t tell if he’s avoiding your eyes because he’s ashamed, or because he’s lying.

“Well, at least you don’t have to apologise for not reading them, because you most certainly did that,” you nearly felt bad as the words sprang out of your mouth, nearly.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” his voice was weak, so were his words.

On hearing the words drop from his lips, your anger rose like a wave at high tide.

“Oh really? Then what exactly did you mean to do, Jaemin? Because, taking someone out on a date — which, by the way, was the best date I’ve ever been on — and then leaving them outside their apartment with barely a ‘goodbye,’ and not calling or texting for a week doesn’t sound like you’re trying very hard not to hurt someone.” You took a breath, before muttering, “Not to mention the fact that you switched your shift just to avoid me.”

“Fuck, I know, okay? I’m so sorry,” he looked up at you then, eyes shining with sadness, the excited glow diminished to barely a flicker, “I know I was an asshole. It was the best night I’ve ever had and I was an idiot not to hold on to you and I’m incredibly sorry. If I could rewind and do it the right way I would.”

“Then why’d you do it, Jaem?” his shoulders slumped at the change in your voice, you were holding back tears and you’d grown so small in front of him. His arms nearly wound themselves around you of their own accord.

“Honestly?” he took a moment to collect his thoughts and arrange them into words, “I was scared. It sounds insanely cheesy and like it comes from a Taylor Swift song or something, but the way you made me feel was terrifying.”

“Great, thanks, you really know how to make someone feel better,” You rolled your eyes, a tear falling down your warm cheek in the process.

He didn’t have time to stop the airy laugh that escaped him, “I felt fearless. You made me feel like there was nothing in the world that could stop me, as long as I was with you.”

You wanted to hate him, wanted to yell that that was bullshit. You wanted to push him out the door and into the rain yourself. But, you couldn’t. You knew he was being sincere. You knew it, because that was exactly how you’d felt and it had scared you, too.

“So you ghosted me completely? Because that doesn’t sound so ‘fearless’ to me,” you tried to keep your resolve until you got the answer you needed.

“Like I said, I was an idiot. It was stupid of me to try to get rid of someone who made me feel like that. I just — I’ve fallen for you so hard and so fast that it scared me, because by the end of the night I knew I wasn’t going to stop falling any time soon, I still haven’t. And then what if I lost you? What if I did something wrong and made you hate me?” he sighed, reigning in his thoughts and emotions, “So, I ran before I could fall anymore. I tried to minimise the pain before it even started.”

“So then, why are you here now?”

“This past week has felt like the place you go to if you’re too shitty even for hell,” he took a small step towards you, “I’ve already fallen way too hard to turn back. And plus, Jisoo called me and told me you were genuinely really upset and well, there’s not much I wouldn’t do for you. So, even if it means possibly getting my heart shattered by you in the future, I’d gladly do anything to make you happy.”

“Jae—”

“Oh and Jisoo said she’d get me fired if I didn’t at least explain myself and I really need the money so— Ow!” He rubbed the spot on his bicep where you’d pinched him. He still held a smile on his face from his own joke.

He was probably the happiest you’d seen someone who’d just been pinched, and suddenly, you couldn’t hide your own smile.

“Will you forgive me then? Or at least let me make it up to you?”

“Depends on how you plan to make it up to me,” gathering yourself, you turned around to enter the back room Jisoo was always hiding in, Jaemin following you close behind.

“What about a date? I’m on my lunch break right now and I just saw this—”

You stopped in the doorway and interrupted him, “I still have to work for another four hours, text me when your shift is over.”

He nodded vigorously, “Yes, uh, okay perfect. I will! I’ll see you later tonight then?” He began backing out of the bookstore with a giant, goofy smile plastered on his face.

Just before he opened the door, you called his name, “Jaemin! Actually text me this time okay?”

“I swear I will!”

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kyuuppi · 4 years

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Personal Duties

Pairing: Xiao x Reader (gn)

Contents: ...fluff ig?

Word Count: 2.8k

The morning had begun uneventfully, giving no hint to how strange of a day it would inevitably become.

You had risen with the sun, as usual, and taken the time to double check the contents of your inventory before leaving for Liyue harbor. On the way you stopped by Wanmin restaurant for a simple skewer, returning Chef Mao’s enthusiastic greetings as you indulged in the quick breakfast. He rattled on about a few new recipes he wanted to try, insisting that you would be the one to sample them before they became an official part of the menu, and his beloved daughter’s latest adventures in Springvale. Chef Mao was always rather talkative but he was kind and one of the first locals you had become friends with when you first arrived in Liyue.

You finish the meal quickly and thank him before continuing your short journey. As you walked through the open streets of the harbor you breathed in the freshness of the sea, salty and foreign but comforting in the way only a land as mysterious as Liyue could feel. Despite having only lived in the city for a few months, you feel at peace here, safely cradled between mountains tall enough to break through the clouds, dotted by qingxin flowers that seemed to sparkle in the evenings after a good rainfall. The first day you arrived in Liyue you were left speechless, awestruck by both the vastness of the natural valleys and mountain ranges as well as the crumbling ancient ruins scattered across the lands, telling of a time you had only read about as a child in your faded copy of Records of Jueyen. The locals immediately recognized you as an outsider but offered nothing but hospitality, providing useful advice or large discounts on some of their finest products. Thoroughly enamored, you had immediately decided you would stay in Liyue for as long as you could. That same night you had rented a modest room at the highly regarded Wangshu Inn, a decision that cascaded into several life-changing events, including the meeting of a certain long-term resident and fabled legend of the inn: adeptus Xiao.

Meeting and then even befriending Xiao could be described as nothing short of a miracle. Meeting him has been unexpected—an accident really—in which you foolishly ventured to the vacant top floor of the inn in the middle of the night and nearly fell to your death trying to lean over the railing for a better view. Xiao had, very reluctantly, saved your life in that moment, gripping your upper arm firmly the second you realized your weight was tipping forwards. When you looked back to meet his gaze he had advised you, quite harshly, not to be so careless before vanishing without another word.

Naturally, your interests were immediately piqued and you sought out more information about the mystery man on the top floor of Wangshu Inn who could conveniently blip in and out of existence.

Most of the locals provided minimal information aside from a few rumors and the story of a masked figure told by the owner of Second Life. Piecing together snippets of information from locals and a few of the tales you remember from books, you were able to conclude that the man who saved you was not a man at all and rather the revered conqueror of demons and vigilant yaksha, Xiao.

The most useful source of information, however, turned out to be Wangshu’s very own boss, Verr Goldet. While the woman was hesitant to reveal anything at first, she eventually opened up at your persistence to the point it almost felt as if she wanted you to make progress with the adeptus more than you did.

“Rumor has it he becomes a little more friendly when he is presented with a fresh helping of almond tofu,” she had suggested not so subtly one evening.

You had happily taken the hint, pestering Smiley Yanxiao to teach you how to make the delicate dish before taking said dish to the top balcony as an offering of thanks to Xiao.

Expectedly, Xiao did not appear at all that night but you were nothing if not persistent. You returned with a fresh plate of almond tofu every night that week until on the seventh day, as you were nearly dozing off while leaning on the rail, Xiao finally revealed himself to you, if only to ask if you were trying to make a repeat of your near death experience from last time. He claimed he wouldn’t save you a second time but the way his eyes sparkled when he finally received your plate of almond tofu made you think he was bluffing.

After that night, your relationship with the adeptus rapidly developed. You found yourself on the top floor of Wangshu Inn every night, Xiao obediently appearing a safe distance beside you even if he liked to pretend you didn’t exist or that your presence annoyed him. The fact he still showed up and, as evident by the occasional question he would ask in the midst of your chattering, actually listened , was enough for you. He did not share much about himself but you understood well enough that his life was not without significant hardship or suffering and, if nothing else, you liked to think you could at least offer a small distraction to the hardworking yaksha.

“Ad astra abyssosque! Welcome to the Adventurers' Guild,” Katheryne greets as you finally arrive at her desk.

You return your own greeting before discussing the details of the day’s commissions.

It would be an uneventful day, you quickly gather. Two of your assignments are merely deliveries: a mother near Dongsheng’s general good shop needs her daughter to take her medicine but the little girl refuses unless there is a fresh plate of almond tofu to eat it with and a letter addressed to Granny Chu in Gulli Plains that need to be delivered. The third assignment is a complaint about a particularly rowdy group of hilichurls close to the main road. Lastly, a small clan of treasure hoarders seem to have stolen one of Jifang’s most prized artifacts.

Reasoning to yourself that a day of boring commissions is likely better than a day of dangerous commissions, you set off.

You finish the first two assignments rather quickly, as expected. The little girl had excitedly complimented your almond tofu several times, swearing it to be the best thing she had ever eaten while her mother profusely thanked you for getting the girl to finally take her medicine. Likewise, Granny Chu had immediately brightened the second you handed her the small envelope, explaining it was a message from her grandchildren who seemed too busy with their own families to stay in contact very often. The elderly woman insisted you took a couple of ripe sunsettia as thanks for delivering the letter before you were once more setting off, prepared to face the rambunctious cluster of Hilichurls.

It is then that your uneventful day takes a turn.

While hiking through the marsh on the way, you quickly notice how disturbed the land looks, barren of the common lizards, loaches, and small mammals that usually occupy the lands, scurrying away the moment you step too close. Instead, patches of bare land break up the once lush and seamless grass, jagged cuts along the blades as if a strong force had ripped through them. Evidence of chipped cobblestone and patchy grass seem to only get worse as you approach your destination and a small part of you feels anxious, wondering if the camp of hilichurls will be much more powerful than you had expected. Subconsciously, you grip your claymore a little tighter as you walk, glancing around cautiously as if you could be ambushed at any moment.

Instead of a rowdy group of fearsome monsters, you are met with empty space when you reach the location Katheryne had described. The air is eerily quiet aside from the soft chirps of distant cricadas, not a hilichurl in sight as you slowly survey the area. You almost would have assumed you had misheard and went to the wrong place if it were not for the obvious evidence of a large group of hilichurls once residing there. Shoddily built wooden huts and tilted towers surround the open space, the structures seeming barely able to support themselves as half of them had been caved in or ripped apart as if by a tornado. Strewn across the ground near the unlit campfires lie various meats, vegetables, and wheat. A few water pots and cauldrons lay tipped over but still partially filled with water as if they were being used mere hours ago.

Someone had clearly exterminated this hilichurl camp before your arrival, not even bothering to rummage through the chests, undoubtedly filled with valuable treasures, sitting in the far corner of the camp.

You are far from the only adventurer in Liyue. There are others, many of which are stronger and more skilled than you, who are assigned similar and even more dangerous commissions, taking down hilichurl camps like this on the daily. However, Katheryne always keeps meticulous records of who the guild assigns to do what and, in your five years as an adventurer, mistakes made by the adventure guild are almost unheard of. Surely Katheryne didn’t assign you to a task someone else was already assigned to—but then, who would complete something as tedious as clearing a hilichurl camp without seeking the rewards the adventure guild offers, or even the unguarded chests around the camp?

None of it makes sense to you but the sun is already beginning to set and you still have an assignment to deal with treasure hoarders on the opposite side one the city. Reluctantly, you take advantage of the untouched chests and pick up anything of value you find among the wreckage of the camp, not a single hilichurl body in sight.

The oddity of your last commission is nearly forgotten by the time you reach the treasure hoarders’ hideout, chest slightly heaving and thighs burning from hours of hiking through the uneven terrain. Above you, the sky has already turned a deep lavender, a speckle of stars glittering above the mountain peaks. You lean against a large rock at the entrance of the valley, too tired to even consider the glittering tangerine of cor lapis peeking out between the rocks. It is in that moment, as you are catching your breath, that you catch the murmurs of male voices carried with the wind.

“Look—I think that’s them…!”

“A-are you sure? If we mess this up that m-masked man might come back and…”

You abruptly straighten up, brows furrowing at the words and fearful tone of the voices. Why did they sound so afraid? Was it because of this “masked man?” The only masked man you can think of is...

“Just hurry up and give it to them so we can get the hell out of here!”

You are startled into a fighting stance at the sound of footsteps coming towards you.

Finally, a small group of burly men round the corner of the large rock you were just resting against, all wearing the familiar variations of martial arts or farming clothing and masks synonymous with treasure hoarders in Liyue. To your surprise however, rather than angry or smug as the hoarders usually looked, the men before you all appear disheveled and wide eyed, some even visibly trembling as if they’d seen a ghost. All look at you with wide eyes, as if you personally had struck the fear of the archons within them. The largest man, who you presume to be their leader, steps forward and you take a cautious step back, raising your blade in defense.

“No, wait—we don’t want to fight you,” the man quickly says, causing you to furrow your brows in skepticism.

“H-here, this is all of it, we swear!”

You fumble when the man throws a large bag at you, nearly dropping your sword to catch it. The bag itself is unassuming, a brown and slightly stained burlap sack, but you can already guess the contents based on the weight and clunky shape. Glancing up you find the men all staring at you expectantly, seemingly awaiting your approval as if their life depended on it.

Cautiously, you open the bag, finding a single blue and silver goblet inside along with a few bird’s feathers and a silver cricket lined with jewels—Jifang’s stolen artifacts.

“Y-ya see? It’s all there! We learned our lesson—we promise we’ll never steal again,” one of the men stammers, the group already stepping back as if ready to bolt.

“Wait a second—” you try, stepping forward.

To your shock the men startle like wild animals, recoiling from you as if you’ll attack them at any moment.

“H-here, take these too,” one of the men in the back shouts, throwing down a bronze coin. You immediately recognize it as a treasure hoarder’s insignia—something a hoarder only gives up if they have been defeated in battle. And yet, soon all of the men are throwing their own down as well, letting them land around your feet like an offering before the men all turn heel and abruptly book it, running down hill as if an evil spirit were hot on their tails despite your calls.

Thoroughly baffled by the whole exchange you crouch down to pick up the tokens—that is when you realize the land looks familiar. The same patchiness and jagged cuts plague the grass here as it did the hilichurl camp you had seen earlier. In fact, the pattern felt familiar to something you had seen only a few times before: the aftermath of a particularly powerful anemo used by a particularly powerful masked “man”...

“Xiao!”

Your voice echoes slightly around the wooden hallway as you stumble your way to the top balcony, eager to confront the adeptus. Your chest is heaving as you attempt to catch your breath, having practically ran all the way to Wangshu Inn from Liyue harbor after hastily collecting your commission rewards.

The air is silent for a few moments, the only sound coming from your own harsh breaths before a calm, deep voice startles you from behind.

You whip around to face him.

“You’re so noisy, ” Xiao complains, arms crossed and expression mildly annoyed.

While the greeting would be hardly encouraging under any normal circumstance, you feel you have grown close enough to Xiao to understand his words hold no true malice—or perhaps you’re just really good at ignoring it.

“Xiao,” you repeat much more calmly than before. You eye him cautiously as you speak your next words, trying to gauge his reaction.

“What did you do today?”

His expression gives nothing away, remaining neutral and closed off—unreadable—as he replies monotonously.

“The work of the adepti is not something mortals could ever understand nor need to know.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the typical, very Xiao-like response.

“Well did you happen to decimate any hilichurl camps in the Dihua Marsh? Or mentally scar any treasure hoarders around Jueyen Karst? The hilichurl camp I was supposed to take down was already gone when I got there and the treasure hoarders I talked to were acting really weird—there was also a lot of collateral damage. It almost felt like someone was sabotaging my commissions…”

Xiao’s expression promptly sours, seeming slightly offended by your unspoken accusation.

“I have no interest in the work of an adventurer, ” he spits out, the word itself seeming to leave a bad taste in his mouth, “I am dedicated to my adept duties, nothing more and nothing less.”

Xiao speaks in a way that leaves no room for protest and you finally give up with a small sigh, turning away from him to gaze over the view from the balcony instead. It was true—there would be no reason for Xiao to trouble himself with doing your dumb little daily commissions when he faces much larger, more powerful monsters on the daily. Moreover, why would Xiao target you specifically? As much as you like to think you’re special, you’re really just one of many humans and Xiao does not seem like the type to hold personal vendettas or enjoy watching people suffer. It was foolish to even think he had anything to do with what happened today, you mentally scold yourself.

Despite the summer season, a cool breeze rustles through your hair and clothing, encouraging your shoulders to release a tension you didn’t even realize you had. Your smile at the calmness of the night, oblivious to the watchful eye of the adeptus next to you.

His duty as an adeptus is to defend the people of Liyue but somehow along the way ensuring your protection has become a personal duty he takes very seriously.

#Xiao #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #xiao imagine #xiao scenario #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact scenario

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silverlightqueen · 6 years

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Cops and Robbers

(crimelord!Taehyung and MI6!reader) - smut with a lil bit of fluff

Summary - You’ve been trying to track down Kim Taehyung, the crimelord that is also your childhood best friend, for months, and you’ve never been more stressed than you are now. But when you finally come to head-to-head with the boy from your past, maybe he’ll find a way to relieve the stress?

Warnings - v v smutty ig, dom!Tae, oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, a lil bit of cum play, intercourse, overstimulation, just smutty basically🤷🏽

a/n: I was planning on keeping this just as a one shot, but I might write a couple more chapters, idk though, don’t hold me to it

I blink drowsily, feeling confused and out of it. I wind my neck, having slept on it at an uncomfortable angle, and arch my back, hearing my bones click. I go to stretch my arms above my head, but they don’t move. I try once more but, again, they don’t move. They’re restrained. I feel a sudden sense of fear and my eyes fly wide open, taking in my surroundings. I’m in an expensive looking hotel room decked out with grandeur, sat facing the one wall that is completely made of glass. I’m in a chair, my arms and legs tied to the strong wood of the chair. I try to scream and realise that my mouth is covered with tape. I exhale deeply, trying to steady my rocketing heart rate, before the door behind me opens, and then closes. I hear footsteps, getting louder, before the familiar deep voice drawls out into the room. ‘My, my, Y/N. You aren’t having the best day, are you, darling?’

He isn’t wrong. My day has been pretty terrible. For the past few months, I’ve been in an unfamiliar city, on a mission to track down one of the most dangerous and powerful crime lords around, Kim Taehyung. Also known as my childhood best friend. All of my other colleagues that have gone after him have either come back injured, or not come back at all. So they sent me, their most promising agent at the moment, to find him and take him down in the hopes that he’d go easier on me due to our past. And they weren’t wrong. He hasn’t injured me at all, gone very easy on me. But, at the same time, there’s no way in hell that Taehyung will let himself get caught, not if he’s anything like the stubborn boy he used to be. Every time I feel like I’m getting somewhere, every time I nearly catch him, he disappears, and the task seems impossible again. It’s like trying to catch smoke, grasping at thin air like an idiot. I’ve never been more irritated in my life than I am now, and I was lying awake in bed at 3am, I was so frustrated and angry that I just had to find some kind of… release. And so I was nearly there, so close, it was just in reach, when my stupid phone rang. I answered, fuming, to find out that my bosses had received an anonymous tip as to where Taehyung was. So I went, still on the edge, to the address they’d given me, stood in the middle of alleyway when I heard a little scuffle behind me, and as I turned to see what it was, everything went black.

And here I am now, having just been abducted, by none other than the person I was supposed to be finding. I sigh, the tension flooding out of my body, now that I know I’m not in danger. He won’t hurt me. He comes into my eyeline before stopping in front of me, looking down at me in amusement. ‘Now, this isn’t very hospitable, is it? Apologies on behalf of my staff, Y/N,’ he says, reaching a big hand forward and grasping on to the tape across my mouth. I brace myself as he rips it off, willing myself not to flinch, and I see one of his eyebrows raise in amusement. ‘Strong girl,’ he says, with a hint of pride in his voice, and I lock eyes with him. This is the first time I’ve seen him properly, in bright light and, I can’t lie, he’s grown from a cute boy into an intimidatingly handsome man. Tall and broad figure, strong bone structure, clear and tanned skin, soft grey hair. Right now, he’s dressed in a pair of fitted black trousers, a black Gucci belt around his slim hips, with a loose white, long-sleeved shirt tucked into the trousers, the top few buttons open, baring his smooth chest and showing a thin gold chain around his neck. A black headband holds back his grey locks, tied at the back of his head, and a pair of black Gucci brogues are on his feet, shining and spotless in the light streaming through the window. But as handsome as he is, he’s doubly annoying, a pest in my life.

‘What do you want, Taehyung?’ I ask, annoyed. ‘I should be asking you that question. You’re the one who’s been hunting me for the past couple months,’ he says casually, turning around and walking towards the window, looking out at the beautiful view. Judging by how much the sky has lightened, it must be around 7 in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise, letting a warm glow fall over the city. ‘It’s my job. Trust me, I wouldn’t be doing it by choice,’ I spit, and he chuckles lowly. ‘Taehyung, I’m not in the mood for games. Why have you brought me here?’ I ask, annoyed, and he turns to look at me, leaning against the window, curiosity etched across his features. ‘What’s gotten into you today?’ he inquires, watching me, his arms folded across his chest. ‘Nothing, I’m always like this,’ I say, wanting to leave. ‘No, you’re usually a raging bitch. But this is different, this is moody Y/N, from when we were kids. And something must have happened to keep your mind occupied, otherwise you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to be caught so easily,’ he observes. ‘I got an anonymous tip.’ ‘Yeah, from me, you moron. But I wasn’t expecting it to actually work, because you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever known. You’d make a fantastic accomplice. But anyway, what’s happened?’ he asks, eyes boring into me. ‘Nothing, stop being so nosy,’ I say, shifting in my seat slightly due to the uncomfortable feeling between my thighs. And Taehyung, having known me so well, notices the tiny movement, and his face lights up.

‘No, it can’t be! You weren’t getting dicked down, were you?’ he asks, wonderment in his tone, and I nearly gasp aloud at his prying. ‘Really, Taehyung? No,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Were you rubbing one out then?’ he asks, and I’m shocked at him hitting the nail on the head. ‘No,’ I reply, hoping he won’t see through me. This is one flaw in my bosses’ idea to send me out; I know him well, but he knows me well too. He was the only person to be able to tell when I was lying. I never knew how, but he did. ‘Liar,’ he drawls. Clearly he still can tell. ‘I’m not lying,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘Don’t bother, Y/N, you know I know you better than that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all have needs. I’m just surprised a woman like you still hasn’t got someone to fulfil them for you,’ he says, and I hesitate, wanting to open up to the friend I miss so much. ‘I just… I just want a good night’s sleep, Tae. I’m so stressed and frustrated, not to mention the pressure my bosses are putting on me, and I just wanted to relieve the stress. I just want a good night’s sleep,’ I say honestly, the words flowing out of me like a river, and I know my bosses would fire me on the spot if they saw me show my vulnerability to a target. And I realise that, when I would (and probably should) regret confessing like this, I don’t regret it in the slightest. It’s not like Tae and I haven’t confessed to each other before about this kind of stuff; we went to high school together, for fuck’s sake. It’s like second nature for us to tell each other about our sex-capades.

‘Aww, Y/N, I’m sorry, I really am. It’s your job, I get that. But you and I both know I’m not letting myself get handed in to MI6,’ he says, stood just a few feet in front of me. ‘So I guess I’m gonna be on a fruitless wild goose chase for a while then,’ I sigh, already feeling the tiredness of the next few months descend on me. ‘Unless…’ he trails off, looking at me thoughtfully. ‘Don’t pull that face. That’s your scheming face. I hate that face,’ I say. ‘I was planning on taking a picture of you like this and using it for a ransom, because that way, it would’ve ended your ‘fruitless wild goose chase’ but now I’ve got an idea,’ he says slowly. ‘No, Tae, I don’t wanna hear it, your ideas are always stupid,’ I say, and he chuckles lowly. ‘I have a feeling you’ll like this one,’ he says, kneeling in front of me, our eyes at the same level. ‘How about… you let me relieve some of that stress for you, baby girl?’ he says gently, and my stomach turns at his words.

‘Tae…’ I say uneasily, as he raises a hand to the side of my face. ‘All you have to do is say no. Just tell me to stop, and I will,’ he promises, and I know he’s telling the truth. But, I’m at the point now where I don’t want him to stop. Not in the slightest. He grins to himself when I don’t say anything, and he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. His hands travel to my restraints and he deftly unties them with long fingers, my limbs free once more. He stands up, pulling me up from the chair, and pulls my body up against his. He tilts my chin up, my eyes meeting his, just as he presses his plump lips to mine. I gasp, eyes sliding shut, as his mouth moves against mine, our tongues moving in sync as he takes control of the kiss. He walks me backwards, pushing me down onto the bed, and climbs over me, reattaching our lips again. It’s bliss, pure unadulterated bliss, feeling his hands run over my body and his mouth on mine. I reach up, running my hands through his hair, and he groans lowly when I gently pull his locks. He breaks our kiss then, sitting up, and skilfully pops open the buttons on my jeans, pulling the tight material down my legs. After throwing my jeans onto the floor of the hotel room, his fingers find the hem of my black sweater, and deftly tugs it up over me, the air cold against my newly exposed skin.

‘Beautiful,’ he breathes out, and his low tone sends a shiver down my spine. He stares down at me for a moment, his eyes drinking me in, and I whine, ‘Tae, do something.’ ‘You always were impatient,’ he teases, his lips coming to meet mine once more. After a few seconds, they disappear again, reattaching to my jaw instead, trailing down my jaw to my collarbones, biting and sucking on the skin. My hands tangle into his hair, letting out small whines and whimpers as his mouth works magic on my body. Slowly, he trails down my chest and my stomach until he reaches my black lace and cotton pants. ‘These are pretty. Shame they’ve gotta go,’ he murmurs against my skin before his teeth attach to the pants and he pulls them down my legs, the cold air hitting my heat. I hiss as he throws them over his shoulder, spreading my legs slowly with his big hands. I look down at him, hands still tangled into his hair, as he runs his tongue over his lower lip. ‘Fuck,’ he exhales, ‘you’re fucking soaked, Y/N. Poor baby. Who’s this for, baby girl?’ He puffs out over my heat, and I whine. ‘Tae, please, touch me,’ I whine, and he lands a harsh slap to my pussy, sending a pleasurable shock through me. ‘Answer me, Y/N. Who’s got your pussy gushing like this?’ he growls. ‘You, Tae, it’s all you. Just, please, do something,’ I almost beg, all of my pride having disappeared, and he chuckles. ‘Okay, baby girl, you’ve waited long enough,’ he admits, spreading my lips with his fingers. I hiss gently, as he gathers up some of my slick with two of his fingers before, without any warning, he plunges them both straight into me.

I let out a moan, my head falling back as his fingers slowly pump in and out of me, his eyes trained on me. He sets a steady rhythm, his small movements making me fall apart, showing just how desperate I am. He adds another finger, having me gasping and closing my thighs. ‘Legs open, baby girl,’ he says, his free hand pushing my legs open again. His fingers speed up then, my hips bucking up, and he tuts. ‘You’re such a bad girl, Y/N. Keep still,’ he says forcefully, his hand holding me against the bed once more. And then, without warning, he removes his fingers. I whine, looking down at him as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off every last drop, our eyes locked. ‘Delicious,’ he drawls, before his eyes travel across my body again. ‘Fuck, this needs to come off,’ he says, his hands going to my back and undoing the clasp of my bra. He tears it away from my body, discarding it off to one side, and his mouth instantly attaches to one of my hardening nipples. I moan, and he hums against my skin, ‘You like that, baby girl? Does it feel good?’ My hands tangle into his locks again, my head falling back against the pillow as he pulls away from my nipple. ‘Baby, you need to answer my questions, okay? You need to tell me what feels good. Understand?’ he asks, and I nod hastily. His lips attach to the other nipple now, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. ‘Does it feel good, baby girl?’ he asks. ‘Fuck, yes, yes, it does, don’t stop, please,’ I breathe out, and he nods in approval.

I’m so caught up in his mouth at my breasts that I nearly shout out when a finger plunges back into my heat. I moan his name loudly, feeling him add another finger straight away, pumping at a fast pace. His fingers curl inside me then, hitting the spongy part deep inside me, and I moan again, his fingers paired with his lips around my nipple makes my mind completely void of anything but pleasure. ‘You like that, Y/N? Does my dirty girl like that? You like my fingers in you whilst I suck on your nipples, huh, baby girl?’ he asks, moving from my chest and looking down at my face scrunched up in pleasure. ‘Yes, Tae, fuck,’ I moan, his fingers curling against the spot repeatedly. ‘Good girl. You want more?’ he asks, and I breathe out a yes. ‘Fuck yourself on my fingers then. Go on, baby girl, go ahead,’ he prompts, his words sending a wave of desire through me, and I do what he says, instantly grinding down against his hand, his fingers going deeper than before, the pleasure coursing through my veins at the new sensation. ‘Come on, baby girl, I want you to fuck yourself and cum around my fingers,’ he instructs, the dirty words doing unmentionable things to me. I quicken my pace, grinding down impossibly fast on his fingers, but I already know it’s nowhere near enough to make me cum. ‘Tae, please,’ I beg. ‘What, baby girl? Tell me what you want.’ ‘Your mouth, Tae, I want your mouth,’ I plead, and he chuckles. ‘Greedy baby girl, aren’t my fingers enough? I guess not, huh?’ he says, pulling his fingers away and instantly licking a stripe up my pussy. ‘Fuck, Tae, yes,’ I moan, my hands in his hair pulling him further and further into my core.

‘You know, I remember when we were in our last year of high school, and you’d been on a date with that kid. What was his name? Minhyuk, or something like that. You’d gone home with him after the date but then you’d snuck back home after he fell asleep, and I was waiting for you in your room. And I asked you why you’d left, why you hadn’t stayed the night. Do you remember what you said?’ he asks against my pussy, the vibrations against my heat coupled with his fingers still pumping in and out of me making it hard to focus on his words. ‘Nuh-uh,’ I force out, knowing he’ll get annoyed if I don’t reply again. ‘You said, ‘It was the shittest sex I’ve ever had. He flopped around on top of me for a few minutes, and then tried to take me from behind, and he didn’t even make me cum. He was rubbing me, thinking he’d found my clit, but he hadn’t. Just another one to add to the list of stupid boys that haven’t managed to make me cum’. And you know what I thought? I thought that no boy would ever be able to make you cum like I would be able to. I’m gonna prove that to you now,’ he says determinedly, before his tongue delves into my pussy.

I cry out as his tongue licks against my walls, attacking my core as I moan his name repeatedly, trying so hard to keep still as he gets me closer to the edge. His thumb finds my clit then, rubbing in gentle circles, and I whine loudly. ‘Take that Minhyuk,’ he says into my pussy, and I would’ve laughed if he hadn’t pressed even harder on my clit. I feel the knot building up in my stomach, knowing he’ll make good of his promise of no one being able to make me cum like he will. He removes his mouth and fingers then but, before I can complain, he switches places, his fingers delving into me once more as his lips attach to my clit, pulling and sucking on the bundle of nerves. I cry out, feeling the tears coming to my eyes as he continues his attack on me, pushing me nearer to the edge. ‘Come on, baby girl, you’re nearly there, I know it,’ he says, adding another finger and quickening his pace, hitting the spot every single time, his lips around my clit sending me wild. I feel the pleasure building and building, knowing I’m close. ‘Fuck, Tae, I’m…’ I trail off, my back arching off the back at the different sensations he’s giving me. And then his teeth graze against my clit and I feel myself reaching my climax with a shout of his name, my body weakening after my orgasm.

Once I’m coming down from my high, I feel him run his fingers around my pussy, gathering up the wetness from my orgasm, and he lifts his hand to my mouth. Obediently, I open my mouth and take in his fingers, licking all of my own cum off his hand. ‘Such a good girl,’ he says affectionately before climbing off the bed. He slips off his shoes and socks before looking over at me. ‘Come on, baby girl, be a darling and help me out,’ he says, motioning at himself, and I muster up the energy to undress him. I kneel at the end of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt before pushing it over his shoulders, the white material falling to the floor, revealing the tan skin pulled over his sculpted muscles. He watches me admiring him with a smirk before my hands travel up and down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers. I run my nails down his V line and I hear his breath hitch slightly. ‘Don’t tease,’ he says lowly, and I quickly begin opening his belt before unbuttoning his trousers, pulling them down his legs, leaving me face-to-face with the bulge in his black Balenciaga boxers. I pull them down as well, his hard length springing up against his abs, and I feel intimidated by the size of it. Long, thick and hard. I take a deep breath, feeling him watching me, before his hand comes up to his length and he pumps it a few times, preparing himself. I open my mouth, expecting him to want head, but he chuckles. ‘You’re so good, baby girl, but not this time. I want your pussy instead, but I’ll take you up on that offer another time. Maybe I’ll cum in your mouth after I’ve fucked you,’ he muses, gently pushing me back on to the bed and climbing over me once more.

‘Take this off, baby girl,’ he instructs, motioning up to his head band, and I untie it quickly, his soft locks spilling out onto his forehead. He takes it from me and pulls my arms up above my head, tying my wrists to the bed frame. ‘If it gets too much, just say… MI6,’ he says with a mischievous grin, and I roll my eyes. The anticipation is just too much. I’ve been desperate for some kind of release for months, so I just need him to hurry up. ‘Are you still on the pill, baby girl?’ he asks as I wrap my legs around his waist, and I nod. ‘Good,’ he says, before plunging into me up to the hilt. ‘Fuck,’ we both moan out in chorus, and he pauses for a few moments, giving me some time to adjust. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod. He pulls all the way out before slamming into me again, filling me up completely. ‘Fuck, Tae,’ I moan out, pulling against my restraints wanting to touch him. He starts at a slow pace, pulling almost completely out before slamming all the way back in, sending strong waves of pleasure through me. ‘Why the fuck are you so tight? I thought your pussy was supposed to get looser during sex,’ he says, his breathing laboured, but all that comes out my mouth in reply are moans and whimpers.

He quickens his pace then, his balls slapping against my ass as he speeds up, his thrusts hard. ‘Does that feel good, baby girl? What do you want me to do?’ he asks, going at a steady but quick pace, his hips snapping up smoothly to meet mine. ‘Harder, Tae, please, go harder, and faster,’ I whimper out, and he chuckles. ‘You haven’t even properly adjusted yet,’ he laughs, but fulfils my wish nonetheless, going quicker and deeper into me. It’s like I can feel him in my stomach. Unintelligible words fall from my lips as he goes faster and harder, my hands pulling hard on their restraints, wanting so bad to run my hands through his hair or grip onto his shoulder muscles. ‘Fuck, Tae, yes,’ I utter, the moans only spurring him on. ‘God, how would your bosses react if they saw their star agent whining like a little bitch for the guy she’s supposed to be bringing in? What would they do if they saw you getting your pussy pounded by me? Saw me balls deep in you? They wouldn’t be too impressed, I guess,’ he says, his words sending a rush to my core. The feeling of knowing that what I’m doing is so wrong only turns me on more. One of his hands begins rubbing furiously against my clit, the other hand still holding himself up whilst he pounds into me. ‘Look at me, Y/N. Look at me whilst I fuck you,’ Tae growls, and I muster up all my strength to look him in the eyes, my face scrunched up with pleasure. ‘Shit, Tae, I’m gonna…’ I say, feeling the knot build up again in my stomach, tears dripping down my face. ‘Ah, I know, I can feel you clenching around me, baby girl,’ he says, going even faster and deeper, his cock rubbing against the spot that has my eyes rolling back into my head from how good it feels. He increases the speed of his hand on my clit and my orgasm washes over me as I shout out his name, my back arching up into him.

He pulls out, his length still hard as he hasn’t climaxed yet, and he moves down the bed, licking my pussy clean. Then he gets up from the bed and unties me from the headboard, before pulling me up too, my legs unsteady, and leading me over to the window. He presses me up against it, my naked body flat against the cold glass. ‘How does it make you feel that those people down there could just look up and see you like this, huh, baby girl?’ he asks, swiping a finger across my slit. ‘God, look how wet you’ve already gotten at the thought of it. You’ve only just cum, Y/N,’ he says incredulously, and I hear him lick his finger clean. ‘Spread your legs, darling, hands against the window,’ he growls, and I do as he says, not even settled in the position before he plunges all the way in from behind. I moan out, my head falling so my chin hits my chest, but he gathers up my hair in his hand and pulls it, hard, my head whipping back. He pounds into me at an alarming rate, one hand gripping my hair and the other holding my waist, and I already feel an impending orgasm. My legs go weak, my entire body shaking, and he sighs. ‘Are you tired, baby girl? Come on,’ he says, pulling out and turning me around to face him. He puts his arms around me and lifts me, pushing my back up against the window, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively. I sink onto him slowly, our eyes locked together as he groans and I whimper, my lower lip between my teeth. ‘Stop biting your lip and let me instead,’ he says, pressing his mouth to mine, his teeth pulling at my lip, followed by his tongue running over it. ‘Fuck, I can taste your pussy from your mouth, baby girl,’ he murmurs against my mouth, his words followed by a moan from me.

He starts at a slow pace, wanting to last a bit longer, as one of my hands grips onto his shoulder muscle, the other tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. I tug at his locks and he groans into my mouth, the sound heavenly, before he slams all the way into me, my head falling back against the window. ‘Look at me, Y/N,’ he growls, and I force myself to look at him. His hair is pasted to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks are very slightly flushed. His lips are swollen from our kisses and his eyes are wide and dark. He thrusts into me at a steady pace, going so deep, and I attach my lips to the skin at his neck, wanting to leave my own marks on him. He lets out low whimpers and groans that have my heart fluttering. ‘Fuck, Y/N, stop clenching,’ he growls as I pull on the skin at his jaw. ‘Does this feel good, baby girl? Tell me what you want,’ he asks, slowing slightly, and I pull away from his neck. ‘Deeper, Tae,’ I plead, and he chuckles, lifting one of my legs to sit over his shoulder. He plunges back into me, the new angle allowing him to go much deeper, and my eyes roll back at the feeling. ‘Fuck, Tae, feels so good,’ I whine, and he attaches his lips to one of my nipples, the hand that isn’t holding me up beginning to rub at my clit. The multiple sensations have me nearing the edge, the moans falling from my mouth like I’m in a porno.

‘You’re such a dirty girl, Y/N. Fucking your target, a crimelord, no less. Asking me to go deeper when you can barely even handle what I’m already giving you. At this rate, you won’t want me to stop ‘til your pussy’s torn in half. Is that what you want, baby girl?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘So dirty and needy. But baby just wants to sleep, right? You just want me to relieve your stress, right, baby girl?’ he asks, and I nod, tears streaming down my face, feeling my orgasm building up bit by bit. ‘You’re so fucking hot, Y/N, and fucking filthy. God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,’ he moans against my nipple, his thrusts getting sloppier as we both near our orgasms. ‘Whose pussy is this, baby girl? Who does it belong to, huh, Y/N?’ he asks me, panting. ‘Tae, please, I’m gonna…’ I whine, my mind whirling. ‘No, Y/N, if you don’t tell me who your pussy belongs to, you are not cumming. Answer me, baby girl,’ he demands. ‘You, Tae, you, it’s all yours,’ I cry, and he grins widely, increasing his pace. His fingers work impossibly fast against my clit and before I know it, I’m tumbling over the edge, my third orgasm washing over me, my nails digging into his back, my head against the window. ‘Where do you want my cum, Y/N? In your mouth, maybe? All over your tits? Or stuffed into your tight little pussy? Answer me, baby girl, I’m nearly there,’ he growls, taking his mouth from my nipple. ‘Inside me, Tae, please,’ I whine, and he grins. He quickens his pace for a few seconds, going so hard and fast, before I feel him cum inside me, his release spurting out against my walls. ‘Fuck, Y/N, god, your pussy’s so good, baby girl, so good,’ he praises as he rides out his high.

Once we’ve both recovered from our orgasms, he pulls out and puts me down. ‘Look at that, baby girl, our cum mixed together, dripping down your leg. Don’t waste it,’ he says, scooping it up and lifting his fingers to my mouth. I lick them clean obediently and he kisses me as praise. ‘Sleep now, baby girl, we’ll talk once you’ve slept,’ he says, leading me over to the bed. My whole body is weak, completely exhausted, and so I fall asleep almost immediately after falling onto the bed, only staying awake long enough to feel Tae climb in behind me, cuddling up against me.

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hello loves , what’s up ! i’m super excited to be here & to finally play my precious girl , jade aka kool kat . i’m LOLA , use she / her prounouns , i am NINETEEN , & i am currently in the gmt + 1 timezone which means yes , my ass should’ve been awake for intro posting but i don’t know what time management is and ended up swamped w/ work , so ! everything you need to know about about miss kat is under the cut , & i’m rlly thrilled to be apart of such a wonderful rp with such gorgeous muses . corniness over –– if you’re looking to plot sumn out , just hit that ♥︎ & i’ll make my way on over to ur dms , or feel free to add me up on discord which i’ll give in im’s if anybody’s interested ! ♡♡♡ tw : family issues , body image issues & drug mention ( not explicit ) .

001 . SYNOPSIS . FULL NAME . jade kikuchi . NICKNAMES . kool kat . AGE . twenty - one . DATE OF BIRTH . twenty - seventh of september , 1993 / libra . PLACE OF BIRTH . harajuku , tokyo , japan . GENDER . cisgender female . SEXUALITY . ( closeted ) pansexual . NATIONALITY . japanese , now american too after successfully gaining citizenship . ETHNICITY . asian . OCCUPATION . fashion designer at katz designz , former fashion design and journalist student back in her original timeline . PLAYLIST . here ! ( + ) charismatic , enthusiastic , warm , energetic , adventurous , compassionate , animated . ( - ) deceptive , independent , emotional , territorial , ambitious , impulsive , temperamental , insecure , sarcastic .

002 . AESTHETIC . wheatgrass smoothies , 90′s anime with subtitles , chanel no. 5, speeding on a desert road with the windows down , painting your toenails on the dashboard , neon prints , cat lazing on a balcony in the sun , black lace , japanese horror films , sour cocktails with sugar around the rim , half - smoked cigarettes , stacks of fashion magazines , long hair hastily dyed different colours in a motel bathroom , thrift stores .

003. INFORMATION .

tl;dr : a flighty, inattentive adventurer: a follower of whims; personable and sociable but lacks the skills to maintain relationships because she’s entirely (and perhaps too) career focused, checks her horoscope daily and entirely relies on the stars when concerning relationships, epitome of a britney spears / gwen stefani stan back in the 2000′s, still owns a (bedazzled) flip phone, collector of vintage fashion (chanel, elle, juicy couture etc.) a subscriber to the Leonardo Da Vinci sleeping method; catch her at 2 am making soufflés or buying plane tickets to shiwei so she can really experience the culture: will tell you she loves you ten minutes after first introduction because she’s high: kind of unintentionally insensitive to those she doesn’t know and closed off but in like a cool, lovable way.

• heads up im running on like 5 hrs sleep so sry when this inevitably derails ! ok sweet let’s get into this .

• so as aforementioned this is jade kukichi, aka, kool kat. she was dubbed that by her friends due to her unique fashion style and sense of dress, and it’s stuck. lbr nobody other than her friends can use that term so if you do, she’s just going to stare at u for a quick sec before saying ‘it’s jade’.

• born in harajuku, tokyo to a cardiothoracic surgeon of a father and a politician of a mother, jade grew up traveling the world and becoming flighty af, never thinking she was going to make long - term friends and kinda being okay with that.

• her family has never stayed in one place for very long, though her aging parents eventually settled into a permanent residence in the us around the time she turned sixteen, not soon enough for jade to break the habit of wandering, but thankfully quick enough for her to meet the bratz girls who were just as adventurous and fun - loving as she. she's spent much of her teen life jumping from place to place wherever her interests are that moment, collecting people along the way, but to find friends was the only thing she was missing. jade has a brilliant mind, but she lacks patience and follow through. she needs guidance or she'll jump from idea to idea, job to job, whim to whim.

• ngl, jade pretty much hated her home life. her parents were an overbearing presence in her life, her mother wanting jade to be a proper lady who also went into a profession like theirs (entirely serious and stifling when it came to creativity, doctor, politician, lawyer etc.) while jade herself wanted to check out the latest trends and go to the mall w her friends – so she turned all of her focus and energy into getting good grades in everything she wanted to do in the hopes that she could be the most successful fashion designer, then leaving town forever.

• like she spent 7 yrs in high school graduating w honours but she barely knew what was happening in 9/10 of her classes and sometimes she just slept through classes and then wing her exams which she miraculously did well at. it was just not a good idea to send jade to a public school at 11 after being in boarding school for the rest of her life and then never really enforce any rules :~\ she has trouble with that kind of thing.. as in making logical choices instead of saying "YEAH lets go watch american psycho and smoke weed!" skipping chemistry to do just that

• she loves fun and values doing what makes her happy over most things. it's hard to pin her down and she spends most of her life chasing after ideas that don't really follow any sort of conscious order, bc she’s really got that ‘i’ve got dreams and i’m gonna do everything in my power to achieve them’ personality.

• according to bratz canon she’s worked as literally everything ? she’s one of those insufferable people who r just. good everything ig and that’s just how it is on this bitch of an earth. jade’s been a photographer, a song - writer and bass player in a rock band (shout out to bratz rock angelz the best movie w the best soundtrack ever), a student studying fashion design, a fashion columnist, a quickly fired nanny, and many other things in between.

• so when she appears in toonsville she’s kind of out of it that she’s not doing something w her skills and sets up her own business which she loves ? being her own boss suits her fine (for now) because she’s got a Real Job and she's actually trying rly hard so she can fulfill her dreams !! like suck it mom nd dad haha !!!

• jade has a lot of weird feelings TM about her body and her looks and struggles a lot with her self confidence :~( she had a shit time at school with boys saying she was too thin and she compensated by acting like she didn't like anyone at all for a while and now she thinks she isn't good enough for anyone when rly she is a cinnamon bun too good for this world too pure

• best friend ever she is so good at being a friend if u text her at 3am to go out or cry on her shoulder shes ready to go at 3:15 even if she was sleeping w lots of snacks and treats and love!!! she is sooo extroverted around those she’s comfortable w, she gains so much energy from being around people and she loves being nice and being around ppl she likes

• she becomes the mom of groups pretty easily (hence why she’s the leader of the bratz) bc she bottles up most of her own problems to help ppl with theirs!! which is toxic yea but she puts people first always so !! plz help her poor repressed soul!! rip kool kat..

• still super into the stuff of her time so like.. she loves the x files and bad reality tv shows (i want to be a hilton) and reads gossip magazines on the reg because she enjoys that stuff! also very into girl groups.. ginger spice / posh spice is an eternal mood.

• anyway yes sweet adult-child of 21 (she is in denial about that tho like she doesn't want to be childish) who is v nice v kind v loyal v baked a lot of time, v passionate v silly. idk what i'm doin hope u like it < 3

004. WANTED CONNECTIONS .

friends / best friends / ride or dies . jade genuinely loves people, loves talking to strangers and getting into intense conversations with people she’s only just met, learning other people’s way of life and bettering herself for getting. she is, however, incredibly blunt and has never once minced words to keep from hurting someone’s feelings or to ease them into a situation. she’d much rather have a one-time conversation with a stranger than make long lasting relationships. she has three very close friends – to the point of co - dependence – and honestly, she’d rather spend all of her time doing things she loves such as her hobbies, sticking her nose into the latest vogue, or searching for cute collars and treats for her cat mica w them instead of making new friends. she's also FUN and she'd be happy to go on crazy road trips or buy out a movie theater for a day or anything that she thinks will her buds happy. she's traveled all over, so she’s v well read and cultured. she loves people but she hates complication and won't deal with any sort of emotional labor. she wants to live in the moment and expects everyone in her life to do so as well. just be chill, y'all.

frenemies / enemies / rivals . please be her enemy, she needs people to antagonize shdhshd. she grew up pretty much affluent so she’s pretty spoiled even if she doesn’t want to admit it, and that rebellious side of her hasn’t died down yet. despite the fact that she is wealthy and in good community standing, she has a hard time letting go of childish grudges. in general she’s got a lot of suppressed feelings and ready to fight everyone who hurts her friends – like an irritated cat – so, honestly, come at her ? she is sometimes a little fickle and flighty and a unintentionally stuck up when it comes to art / fashion and she has definitely said the wrong thing at the wrong time and pissed the wrong people off, she can’t stand anyone underestimating her or thinking she’s dumb bc she’s interested in fashion. like gtfo !

ex’s , fwb’s , possible love interests . jade is fairly fluid romantically and is the type of person who hates labels but also just wants to be cherished and called cute pet names lowkey. she loves a lot and gives a lot to her relationships, but typically doesn't want to commit to anything important. she’s gone from one disastrous relationship to another, ending up with a boyfriend who constantly ridiculed her image that was essentially the catalyst for her cutting off romantic ties, quite a recent wound before she found herself on the island actually. worst thing is tht she’s convinced herself that she’s been the problem in these relationships – that she turns good people bad or that she is too much for people to deal with, she’s not sure what the issue is and she doesn’t really want to know. so…. fuck everything amirite ? anyway, she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no (wo)man.

etc . pls give me people jade can give a makeover to, people she shares an apartment w on the island, people who think fashion is girly and vapid.. creatives who love what she’s doing, anything tbh << 3

#cartoons:intro #ngl making jade's playlist was the best part about this

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zonamievents · 6 years

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What’s A Kiss Worth?

Theme #1: First Kiss Rating: T / 14A (alcohol use) Pairing: Zoro x Nami

Arms wrapped around each other’s waists, choosing their steps at random, Zoro and Nami wobbled back to the Thousand Sunny like the drunks that they were. Their combined clumsiness was rather hilarious in their eyes and they strolled along the dock while laughing at how silly they imagined themselves to be in that moment. After a long night of drinking, with the sun promising to rise very soon, they had made the collective decision to head back to the Thousand Sunny… to continue the party in a place where it was safe to pass out once they were done. His favorite beer in hand and her stolen wine in hers, there was still the opportunity for a good time to be had.

Under the natural light of a crescent-shaped moon, the pair of them mounted the side of the Sunny before slinking onto the lawn deck with a thud. Simultaneously, they turned to one another and commanded that they shush, but Zoro nearly forgot the warning as soon as he issued it. In fact, so forgetful was he that he stretched his arms high above his head and let out the loudest yawn a person could possibly emit.

“Hey!” Nami snorted when she whacked him on the back, unable to hide how amusing his comedic timing apparently was. However, her swift surprise startled him and Zoro let his grip loosen on the neck of his beer. His honed reflexes refused to let that happen though, and he snatched it out of the air rather possessively before taking another sip. While he let the lukewarm drink travel down his throat, he heard a slowly issued praise. “Nice catch.”

Zoro was dramatic when he accepted her acknowledgment of his skills, going so far as to smirk before nonchalantly answering, “That was nothing.

”This time when she laughed, he felt like he was left out of the joke. His tired eye blinked in her direction as he awaited a response, but he was forced to wait as Nami tried to lift her long hair off of the back of her neck for some relief from the heat. “Mm, I bet those ladies at the bar would be swooning over you right ab’at now.” Slurring her words meant she was nearly ready to fall asleep, Zoro realized, picking up on her drinking tells way back when in the Grand Line.

Still, she managed to look rather as confident, as sneaky, as… Nami as ever.

Despite his admiration of her, he groaned and threw out his free hand in protest. “Naw, they just wanted me to buy them booze.”

“Which is so funny since I’ve got all’a your money!” screeched Nami without hesitation.

For once, he found her cruel humor funny and joined her in sneering at the foolish girls they had met that night. “Imagine if I told them to talk to the boss.” Then, he motioned at the accountant of the crew, even bending his knees slightly as if he was considering bowing to her as a fake gesture. Just picturing the shock and disappointment on their faces made the two of them fall to their knees on the grassy floor, their stomachs in pain after all of the laughter they had shared tonight.

Falling together allowed them to find a place on the bottom step of the staircase next to one another, despite how awkward it was for them realistically. Whenever they drank like this, Zoro always found himself drawn to Nami for her natural love of alcohol, her endurance for copious amount of drinking he liked to do, and the fact they were very similar drunks. Meaning it wasn’t the first small step they ended up on during one of their nights out and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.Once they caught their breath, Nami dropped her head against his shoulder and sighed, her small body still shaking when she tried to carry on with the conversation. “At least ya won your tab.”

“Yeah,” was the easiest reply he could think of. He somehow managed to follow her train of thought, from money and free drinks to the contest he won that night against the local drunk in order to get out of having to pay his bill. She had been cheering him on the entire time like some kind of drill sergeant but he knew it helped him along to have her screaming in his ear the entire time.

She snuggled into his shoulders once, so softly, he nearly missed it. Then, Nami lifted her head and grinned with that fiendish glint in her eye. “We should try to do that whenever we go out now.”

“Wha?” was the quickest yet dumbest reply that came to mind. “Get a contest going for free drinks! That way, even if Luffy somehow loses all’o’a treas-ja, we still get ta drink!” Her tongue was getting lazier, but Zoro found it amusing when she tried to be conniving when she couldn’t even stand.He also couldn’t argue with that logic.

“Yeah, I’ll do it. Just yell out, ‘I’m the best drinker in the world-‘!” Or so he tried to proclaim, but a dainty hand slammed down on top of his mouth to silence him. He groaned with dejection as he stared into her eyes, completely put out by the fact that she would try to keep him from claiming his title in the chilly, late night air.

Her big brown eyes leered into him. Nami looked as if she was pouting before she demanded, “Shhh! I don’t want sober people waking up!”

That description of their crew mates made him snort against her hand, sending her slightly wet palm flying. “But I’m right.” He whined without any shame, glaring a dagger or two at her with his one good eye. She ignored his claim, returning the conversation to their scheme as if there had never been any kind of interruption.

Nami looked to the sky as she strategized, looking as if she was trying to find the answers in the heavens since her mind was still rather foggy. “You gotta walk right up to the biggest guy in the room and say” – in her deepest voice, she did her best to imitate him – “hey, bastard! I can drink so much more beer than you!”

Zoro fell forward and slapped his leg, thoroughly entertained by her interpretation of him. It was so hilarious that his laugh was just as loud as his proclamation earlier, but he wasn’t scolded into lowering his voice this time around. Even if she tried, how was he supposed to contain himself when her impersonation was the worst thing he had ever seen?

“Zoro!” Now it was her turn to whine at him. He apologized by throwing his body back until he was nearly laying on the stairs, his laughter barely stifled in his chest. He even tried curling his lips in, but his cheeks just ended up puffing out in protest. Seeing her drunken fury grow and grow wasn’t help him any either.

Mercilessly, Nami shoved at his chest, ready to give up on the first version of their plan. “Fine! Then what if I challenge someone?” He froze, he blinked, waiting for her to elaborate. His silence seemed to encourage her, so much so that she shoved him again, but her tipsy equilibrium made her topple onto his chest when she was too rough. “Or! Or I will say that you will challenge him and the loser pays the winner’s—”

He waited and waited and waited for her to finish her sentence, figuring that she only had one word left. As more seconds ticked by, he started to wonder what could have caused her to choke on her words, until he realized that she was worried that she’d have to pay two bills if he lost. “OI!”

“No, wait!” Nami demanded his silence as she climbed higher up his body, the twinkle in her eyes nearly blinding him. “I…I’ll say” – now, she was imitating herself if she were trying to trick a guy in a bar, playing the sly, breathy, innocent girl she pretended to be – “If we win, you pay for a-a-all of our drinks. But if you win, you get a bi-i-ig kiss.” As if he was the man she was propositioning. In confusion, his expression became cross.

“But that’s not the same as lots of beer.” Zoro blurted out his observation because he thought that, if he was in that poor sucker’s shoes, he’d never agree to such a bargain!

But when Nami leaned in, breasts pressed against his chest, orange hair draped over their bodies, her lips claiming his, Roronoa Zoro felt as if he had been struck by one of his thunderbolts from the top of his head to the soles of his shoes. His lips returned her kiss reflexively, instinctively, his sense of caution for a moment with Nami somehow much softer than it was when he nearly dropped his drink. He let her taste the alcohol on his mouth, and feel the warmth of his inebriated skin, and…he found himself wanting to reach out to her too. In fact, the typically guarded swordsman was ready to let himself fall victim to the moment and indulge in her—

She released his lips without moving more than an inch away from his face. “Yeah, it is.” She murmured, informing him that he was wrong after she effectively stunned him into silence. Then, she nodded her head once, twice, and by the third time, he realized that it was more like her head was bobbing up and down before she passed out on top of him. Her forehead dropped into the crook of his neck, her snoring instantly filling his ears the moment she crashed.

While she slept soundly, Zoro quarreled with the reflexive response he had, telling him to push her to the other side of the stairs and go sleep somewhere else. They had kissed, she was on top of him, after an entire night of drinking – he could hear the love cook screaming already! But… he was still inebriated, and it made him lazy. He had held Nami before in moments where it was necessary, never before in an instant of affection like this. Was it so wrong if he didn’t mind it? They were drunk, they passed out, which was something they had done many times before whether they were alone or together. So she was asleep on his chest after she kissed him… so what?

Right?

Drunk Zoro decided that it was a sober Zoro’s problem to deal with, because he liked the way it felt to have her close like this. He didn’t need to squeeze her tight, but he did place a loose arm over her back to keep her bikini-covered back warm while they slept through the last couple hours of night. It was something he never knew he wanted, yet his instincts were telling him that it was a line that he was happy she crossed. As he took advantage of the strange satisfaction, he felt himself chuckle one last time before passing out too.

Until he realized that there was no way he was letting her little scheme happen now, and he fell asleep with his typical Zoro frown on his face.

((Ta da! Day one - done! I wrote this quick literally at midnight to make sure I posted something with the first day of the event~ It’s something small and fun, something flirty to enjoy for Zoro and Nami’s first kiss, and I hope you enjoyed it! Until next time! ~ Maiden))

#ZoNaMilestones #ZoNa #ZoNami #ZoroXNami #Swordgust

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ludeere · 7 years

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The beginning of the end. Part 8

We are all human beings and even when our clear mind tells us that there is no chance, our heart send us a thing called “hope”.

DEAN x Reader x Crush - A

Word Count: 1342

When you woke up the sun was already shinning. It seemed like you’ve been sleeping for a week, cause you felt like brand new.

“Yaaaa, hyung, where are you?” you heard some noise from the kitchen.

“God damn, I’M NOT YOUR HYUNG!!!

“Ok, I get it, you’re in the kitchen.” Before going to the kitchen you went to the bath to check your beautiful purses under the eyes and wash your face and teeth.

“Mmm, smells nice. I didn’t know you can cook”

“I didn’t know either. Coffee or tea?” you both laughed.

“Coffee, of course. What plans do we have for today?” you focused your eyes on his face. He changed a liitle from the last time you saw him. A lil bit more muscular body, much better hairdress and shinning eyes.

“Well, I wanted to take you to the recording studio and meet someone and after that I can show you your new appartment” he put a plate with pancakes and syrop right in front of you .

“Whom do you want me to meet?”you were excited, a lot of thoughts came into your mind. It could be anyone from Club Eskimo.

“It’s a secret, but I know you gonna like it.”you enjoyed your breakfast, though Hyo was making pancakes for the first time they turned up to be very tasty.

After breakfast you dressed up and left his flat in a hurry, all the way up to the studio you were thinking about that “someone”. Asking time after time Hyo, but he didn’t even give you a hint. Hyo’s car stopped right in front the building, but it was not his usuall recording studio. You were a little confused, but deep in your heart you felt relief cause you were not mentally ready to meet Hyuk. So you considered the meeting to be pleasant. In a few minutes you were standing speechless staring at Loco with some foolish smile.

“Wat’s up, hyung!!! Happy to see you again, it’s been a long time. I want to introduce you my co-writer Y/N. “ Loco smiled at you and came up to shake your hand. But you just nodded your head. You were so confused and happy at the same time, that you couldn’t think properly.

“It’s freaking awesome! Loco hyung, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yaaaa, I’m not your hyung.” he laughed out loud.”nobody had called me hyung, I mean no one of girls.”

“It’s normal for her, she called every older man a hyung.”

“It’s kinda funny, but why?”

“Because there should be only one oppa in your life” you and Cruch said that at the same time and in the same manner.

“Are you a couple or what? She calls you oppa, I guess.”

“No, no it is not like that.” you started negating, but Hyo didn’t say a word he just skipped dat thing.

“Ok, let’s leave it for you two. I think we are here for something else. You called me cause wanted to sing a duet. I’ve listened to the song you sent me and I’m ready, cause it’s right my style. You wrote it?” he looked at you with his adorable smile.

“Not the whole song, but the english verses are mine. And I’m gonna feel like on top of the world if you sing it with Hyo.”

“With pleasure, but I have one condition. Just call me oppa” you smiled.

“Loco oppa, please, sing this song well as you usually do.” you felt embarressed and closed your face with palms.

“We gonna start it right away, jagi.”

“Yaaa, she never called me oppa though we are friends for almost five years.”

“It’s magic, man.”

They started the recording, it was not your first time watching someone recording a song, you used always be present at Hyk’s recording so you know the whole process and it takes quite a lot of time. After the recording you visited nearest coffee shop and took some photos. He seemed to be so cute and serious at the same time.

“I hope we gonna work together soon. Can you write something for me?”

“Yeahhh, sure. I can write a couple of songs, it would be an honour for me.” before leaving he hugged you. But when he was hugging Hyo he whispered something into his ear, after what he smiled and looked at you.

“What did he tell you?” you asked Hyo while you were riding to your new flat. He smiled to himself.

“Nothing, just told me that you are lil bit blind.”

“What do you mean?? I can clearly see all the things except your conscience, of course.”

“Stop taking pokes at me or else I’m not gonna pay you.”

“Ohh, sure, Boss.” Ohh, by the way, did you tell the guys that I came back?” In a moment his face paled.

“Yeah… sure, I told them.. two days ago.”

“Hmm, what an assholes! They didn’t even call me. I’m ready to kick their pretty asses. Let’s go to the studio after we finish with the flat.”

“Look, it’s better to go tomorrow. They won’t be in the studio today.” he looked straight on the road, his voice was steady and you listened to him.

After cleanning the flat and placing all your staff you felt tired, said goodbye to Hyo and went stright to bed.

“Why didn’t you tell me that she came back?” you looked angrily at your friend. You haven’t seen her for 2 years, but there wasn’t a day without a thought of her. You didn’t date with anyone, though you knew she would never come back to you. You felt guilty all the time you looked at your photos. But we all are human beings and even when our brain tells us that there is no chance, our heart send us a thing called “hope”. All these years that hope stayed still in your heart but after you saw those photos on Loco IG that something started to grow.

“She asked me not to tell anyone, especially you.” Hyo turned away his head and it meant that he was lying.

“You are lying.” your hands became sweaty and your heart started racing.

“I’m telling you the truth, she didn’t want you to know. I’m sure she’ll meet with you when she is ready.” he was looking into your eyes but you still refused to believe.

“Where does she live? I’m sure you know that. So just tell me.” You needed to see her so bad, there are a lot of things which you wanted to tell. Just to hear that laugh to see that smile and feel her touch.

“Why should I?” you knew him too well to expect that words came out of his mounth.

“Wait, what???”

“If she wanted to see you she would already find you or called. So, I consider that there is no need in telling you her adress.” you were shocked trying hard to find words.

“Since when did you become her personal secretary and lawyer?”

“Since the first time I saw her.” he said that and left. You stayed at the studio trying to put things and thoughts together. *But wait, if she didn’t want me to know, she wouldn’t take photos with Loco, she knew I’m gonna see them.*

You remembered the time when she left. All the house was empty, though there were a lot of staff, but without her clothes, favorite collection of toys, screams, laugh and regular scolding for smoking it was fully empty. Days became as dark as the nights. But you were happy to have your best friends who always stayed by yourside. They helped you to fight with your depression, forcing you to stay as much time at studio as possible. And it really helped, while working you were focused on music, recording, concerts, shows. You even went on SMTM with Jiho to not have the spare time even to think. And now you were thinking if Hyo is really your best friend or a love rival?

Part 7 -> Part 9

a/n excuse me for taking so long, hope you still enjoy it and you’re not dissapointed in me. Waiting for your comments)

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myriadimagines · 7 years

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You’re My Everything

The Maze Runner One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Gally + Newt & Minho

Warnings: mentions of violence

Request: “can you do this one shot of gally based off the song ocean by misterwives and they're dating and it's cute thx boo 👀” - purityimagines

Word Count: 1,378

A/N: first The Maze Runner one shot I think ? i hope it’s still okay !!

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“The box is coming up!”

Gally looked up from the structure he was repairing as the alarm began to blare through the Glade. Setting down his tools, he jogged over to the box with the rest of the boys, pushing them aside so he could see the box clearly. The heavy, metal doors creaked open, and Gally peered through the mesh metal gate to see who was inside. The other Gladers peered into the box, trying to catch a glimpse of the new Greenie, but they all hesitated when they only saw boxes of supplies.

The Gladers reached down to open the doors, and Gally hopped inside the box. He sifted through some of the supplies, tossing up a bag of tools he had requested. Another builder caught the bag and began to walk off, when Gally suddenly felt something cool pressed up against his throat. He could hear all the other Gladers yelling in alarm as he felt himself being pulled backwards.

“Where the hell am I?” you demanded, keeping the small blade you had found against Gally’s throat. You had hidden behind a bunch of boxes when you had woken up, and stayed hidden when the box opened and you were greeted by a large group of boys. A blonde boy jumped into the box with the two of you, calmly holding his hands out.

“You’re in the maze.” the blonde boy replied, and you scoffed and tighten your grip on Gally.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you snapped, and Gally could feel your hands trembling slightly. Even though he was being threatened, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you. He remembered the first time he was in the maze; he was horrified.

“Just put the knife down.” the blonde boy continued. “We’re all trapped here, and it’s not going to help anyone if you start a fight. We’re all trying to help each other.”

You didn’t respond, and the boy took a step closer.

“I’m Newt.” Newt introduced himself, trying to calm you down. “Do you remember your name?”

“No.” you shook your head, beginning to panic. “I-I can’t remember a thing. Why can’t I remember anything?”

“You’ll remember your name eventually, Greenie.” Gally finally spoke up, and you finally let him go. Gally stumbled forward, rubbing his next as he turned to face you, and his eyes widened when he realised you were a girl. You had your hair tied up out of your face, your eyes bright with both fear and determination. Despite the fact that you were about to slice his throat open a few seconds ago, Gally was immediately attracted to you.

Newt held out his hand, and you reluctantly handed him the knife. Everyone seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief as Newt looked up at a dark skinned boy who was hovering above you all. Judging by the air of authority he seemed to possess, you guessed he was a leader of sorts.

“A girl, Alby?” Newt asked, and Alby looked at you, his expression serious. “We’ve never had a bloody girl before.”

“I gotta say, Greenie,” Gally chuckled slightly, and you looked at him in surprise. “You make one hell of a good impression.”

“Sorry.” you smiled at him apologetically. “Why do you keep calling me Greenie?”

Gally and Newt exchanged looks, before Gally cleared his throat and attempted to explain. “It’s, um, what we call the new kids who get sent up here.”

“Who did this to us?” you asked quietly after a pause, and Newt shrugged as Gally folded his arms across his chest.

“I wish I knew.” he sighed, shaking his head. “I wish I knew.”

“I wish I knew my last name.” you sighed as you rested your chin on Gally’s chest, the two of you lazily lounging in his hammock in the afternoon sun. There was a cool breeze blowing through the Glade, and Gally chuckled as he ran his hands through your hair. “Don’t you want to know?”

“Of course I do, y/n.” Gally shrugged. “But, I mean, do you think we’ll ever remember anything? Who knows what those people did to us.”

“I wanna make them pay for what they did.” you said angrily, and Gally smiled and leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“You were always fiery from the first day in the maze.” Gally grinned, remembering the day he first met you.

“Gotta show you boys who’s really boss around here.” you smirked, and Gally laughed, his smile lighting up his face. He leaned down to kiss you again, on your lips this time, and he could feel you grinning against his lips.

Just like every other Glader, Gally was miserable in the maze. The runners came back every day with no way out, and even though they had established a way of life, they were trapped. But ever since you came along, Gally felt less alone, and he even had a little bit of hope that they would one day get out. Everything just felt so right with you, even though everything about the situation was wrong.

Gally watched as you fixed one of the pillars in the sleeping area of the Glade, before wiping the sweat off your forehead and taking a step back to admire your work. Nodding to yourself, you looked over your shoulder to see Gally staring, and gave him a friendly smile. Gally quickly smiled back, and ran his hands through his hair and straightened his shirt as he watched you approach. You had been at the Glade for a few weeks now, and you were settling in well. You had grown close in particular with Gally, seeing as he was the first person you interacted with when you arrived. Not like Gally was complaining; he loved your company.

“Hey, Gals.” you greeted, and Gally smirked. You were the only one he allowed to give him a nickname. “Did I do okay fixing the sleeping area?”

“Looks good, y/n.” he nodded, and you beamed. “You were born to be a builder.”

“Thanks.” you replied, a little shyly, and the both of you blushed. Behind the both of you, someone whistled, and Gally whipped around to see Minho standing there, an amused expression on his face.

“Well, don’t let me interrupt.” Minho smirked as he jogged past, making a point of winking at Gally as he moved past. Rolling his eyes, Gally turned back to you, rubbing his forehead.

“Sorry about Minho,” Gally sighed. “He’s such a piece of klunk sometimes-”

Before Gally could finish his sentence, you suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards you, kissing him. Minho whooped from a distance as the other Gladers began to laugh and clap, and you pulled away, your cheeks red.

“S-sorry.” you blurted, clearly flustered. You had developed a major crush on Gally, and you were tired of the weeks of flirting with him and listening to the teasing from the other Gladers. You felt like you were in a happy state of bliss with him, and you wanted to be with him forever. Running your hands through your hair, you stammered. “I just-”

But before you could come up with some lame excuse, Gally grabbed your face and kissed you again. He ran his hands through your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him closer. And in that moment, it felt like the skies had cleared and the sun shone brighter, and Gally wanted to stay forever in that moment.

“You know, babe,” Gally suddenly piped up, after recalling the memory of your first kiss. “It’s been a year since we first got together.”

“Really?” you perked up, smiling. “Wow. I can’t imagine what I’d do without you in my life.”

“Nothing compares to our life together.” Gally ran his fingers up and down your back, and you nodded in agreement.

“I love you so much, Gally.” you whispered, and Gally caressed your face.

“You are the only thing I care about in this shucking maze.” Gally confessed, and you smiled. “I never want to let you go, y/n. You’re my everything. I love you.”

“And you’re my everything too, Gally.” you giggled as you pressed your forehead against his. “You’re my everything.”

#tmr one shot #tmr #tmr imagine #gally one shot #gally #gally imagine #reader x gally #gally x reader #reader insert #imagine #imagines #one shot #the maze runner #the maze runner one shot #the maze runner imagine #fanfiction #fan fiction

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fandomlife-giver · 7 years

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The Job of a High School Chef!: 1

Summary: It’s your first day at Ouran, and although your head is held high, everything you expect to go good turns sour when you are forced to do as they say, or it could mean the end of your career.

Pairings: Eventual Kyoya x Reader

@animallover1089

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4455

Oh. My. God. Ugh, please, no!

With horrific disgust, you stared at the dress you were holding up.

"It's worse up close!"

She sighed as she placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know, Sweet pea. But it is the school uniform. You need to wear it."

You instantly shook your head. "Please don't make me wear this. I'm not...I'm not a dress kind of girl, you know? Can I please just wear pants and a shirt?"

She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at you thoughtfully.

"What exactly was in the deal you made?"

You looked back at the dress.

Flashback...

"I will make you another offer. You will attend Ouran for one purpose - to work for our host club."

You perked up as an idea formed. "That's right..."

You glanced at her over your shoulder and smiled. "He had said that I am only being here to cook. That means I don't have to wear a uniform!"

In excitement, you tossed the dress over your shoulder and ran to your closet.

She sighed as she watched you throw article after article of clothing around the room and she rubbed her forehead. "Come on, I just cleaned your room!"

"Aha! This will be perfect!"

You ran back out of the closet and twirled around. "Eh? What do you think?"

She only have you a bored look. "You're wearing a yellow shirt and white shorts, am I supposed to be impressed?"

You huffed. "I just don't want to wear a dress, it feels too formal."

A small smile graced her lips as she shook her head and walked over to the closet. "Fine. But at least wear something more appropriate."

She grabbed a hanger and turned around. You looked at the white mini skirt thoughtfully.

"Well...yeah...I guess I can work with that..."

"Good" She tossed it at your head and you snatched it before it got the ground. "Now get dressed. You don't wanna be late to work, do you?"

♡♡♡ For the third time, you were walking down the halls of Ouran Academy. And, apparently, it wasn't gonna be the last. Nope. Not even close. But it was weird, because before nobody could care less that you were there. And now...though it was really early, with what little amount of students there were, everyone was staring at you, and by glancing at each and every one, even when you passed by them, the girls had just plain envy, jealousy and hatred. You had to walk a bit further away from them. And then there were the guys. Yeah, nothing had changed with them. They glanced, grew a bit curious as to why all the girls had their panties in a twist, shook their heads in amusement, then went back to whatever they were doing. But there were those who were interested in you. Your looks, your casual walk of confidence, your blank look...usual stuff. When you actually got to where the dreaded music room was, you had to stop and take a deep breath to keep away any nerves that came. What am I so worried for? It's not like anyone is here yet. It's way too early. Sighing and laughing to yourself, you twisted the door knob and opened the door. You did not expect what you were greeted with at all. Wide eyes and furrowed brows, you stepped inside and looked around at what you remembered was a room. The towering trees slanted over the land. The artificial sun passed through any miniature hole it could reach and illuminated the green background. The sweet jungle fragrance was almost cloying. Moving between the dense vegetation was nothing like walking the forests back home. From every direction came the hums and chirps of insects, the song of birds and the calls of mammals. It only confused you even more. Stepping over a fallen branch, you pushed aside the leaves belonging to one of the many palm trees and when you did, what you saw made you stop in your tracks. "Make sure the mist will spray all over the room, we need our guests to experience the real thing." The worker nodded and walked off. Your jaw dropped as you stared at him as if he had gone crazy. "Uh...Kyoya?" His head looked up by the sound of his name and he turned around. "Ah. Y/N. You're early. Everyone else usually comes around the time first class ends." Stepping through the plants in front of you, you slightly stumbled as you shrugged your shoulders. "Well, sorry, but unlike everyone else, I am kinda used to getting up early and I don't have class to attend." He hummed as he scribbled something on his clipboard. "Don't apologize. Maybe, for once, someone around here will take this job seriously-" "Sir, the tropical outfits have arrived."

You looked at the worker who ran up to Kyoya. He smiled. "Yes, thank you. Please leave them inside the changing room."

He nodded and ran off in the same direction. Once he left, Kyoya pushed up his glasses and looked back at you.

"You know, standing around won't do anything. You work for us now, right?"

He tossed an apron at you that fell on to your head. "Get to work, chef." You pulled the apron off you to see him walk away, yelling more directions at the men.

"No, don't put the chairs by the river! Keep them in the center near the kitchen, come on, everyone." You shook your head at him as you tied the apron around your waist. And you looked back, seeing a white door with the words 'Ouran Host kitchen' and without wasting another second, you practically ran to it. As soon as you pushed the door open, your eyes lit up and a huge grin took over your face. You were giggling like a school girl as you ran down the long aisle and ran your hand across every little detail of the kitchen. The white tile floors, the marble kitchen counters, the large cabinets, the humongous fridge!

You could barely contain your excitement and overwhelming happiness. It was all too much that you began twirling around like the happiest little chef in the world. But once you saw a blurry image of something on the counter, you had to stop your celebration.

There was what looked to be a neatly folded outfit with a card on top. You picked up the card and made out what the sharp, bold letters said.

'Y/N. If you're reading this, that means you managed to find the kitchen. Congratulations. I'm sure you've noticed the newly decorated music room. Every host club member, including myself, will be wearing a tropical paradise outfit to fit the theme. This is also a requirement that applies to you. Please hurry up and change into your costume after you have finished preparing today's menu items and come outside to be introduced to our guests.

P.S. Don't waste any time. Since it's your first day, you will be judged on how well you perform.

And if you haven't figured it out yet,

Sincerely Kyoya Ootori.'

You cracked a smile at the end. "Really? As if it wasn't obvious. No one's as straight to the point as you are, boss."

You dropped the card in the trash can and then unfolded the clothes. Once you did, a blush came on your face. "W-What the...?"

♡♡♡

They were both grinning from ear to ear. "So Y/N is our personal chef now, huh? This is gonna be great."

Kaoru looked at the kitchen door in anxiousness. "Yeah. Hikaru, this means we’re finally getting out our sister back!"

They both high fived. "Yes!"

Tamaki shook his head at them. "You are both so selfish. We are all lucky to have such a talented princess to cook for us. Like our little Cinderella."

"No."

They all looked over at Kyoya as he dropped the clipboard by his side and looked at them. "She is not our chef. I made the deal with her, I am paying for everything, and out of all of us, I have given far more beneficial hospitality."

His glasses shimmered under the artificial light. "So, more frankly, she works for me."

The twins scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. We've known her longer, so it's us she'll listen to more."

"That's what you believe."

They glared at him, but their attention was then focused on the kitchen door as it slowly opened up

You had to peek through the crack in the door and you sighed in relief when you saw they were in a heated discussion. Maybe if I'm quiet, they won't notice me.

Holding on to this thought, you pushed the door open. But as soon as you stepped outside, you stopped and regretted leaving the safety of the kitchen.

Everyone was staring at you. Tamaki had wide eyes, the twins had matching dropped jaws, Kyoya was only staring with all his emotions hidden, Mori had the same look, but you swore you saw the ghost of a smile. And Honey was beaming with his cheeks red.

Meanwhile, you stood awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable by their eyes on you. "Um..."

From what they saw, it was a girl wearing a purple strapless crop top and a short white skirt that was really a white sheet that had been twisted around your waist, and a golden arm band.

Your face was beginning to heat up. "Can I change?"

All at once, the twins ran up to you and started saying 'No' on a continuous loop while Honey also ran up, tackled you into a hug and wouldn't stop saying how pretty you were.

Tamaki rubbed his forehead. "Men, that's enough!"

Honey had stopped talking and looked up at Tamaki as he walked over and pushed the twins to the ground in annoyance.

He then looked down at Honey. "Honey-Senpai, this is Y/N' s first day, lets give her a little space, all right?"

Pouting, Honey reluctantly let go of you and walked back over to Mori.

Tamaki looked up at you and smiled. "Your beauty takes my breath away, princess. There is no other who could compare to such beauty." He announced this as he bowed his head and got down on one knee.

You rose an eyebrow at him. "Right. And how many 'princesses' have you actually said that to?"

His smile fell as he looked back up at you with wide eyes of embarrassment. Well...um, I actually-"

"Tamaki, I think we should move on before you embarrass yourself even further."

Tamaki looked back at Kyoya who had a hand on his hip and cleared his throat as he stood up. "Uh...right."

Kyoya adjusted his glasses and fixated his gaze on you. "Now, Y/N. Is everything ready?"

Your flushed state began to fade as you smiled. "Oh, yeah." You leaned back and pushed the door in. They all peered inside the kitchen. Everyone's mouths watered in surprise at the amount of delicious looking food that covered the counters.

Kyoya smiled in satisfaction. "Hm. Not bad."

♡♡♡ "What heartlessness." He slid his hand up his body. "Even with my lustrous skin shining like brilliant ivory, exposed by my Balinese king outfit, I'm no more than a slave before my goddess." He delicately took her chin and raised her face up to his. "I kneel before you and swear my loyalty." She blushed as she got lost in his eyes. "Tamaki..." You awkwardly poked your head in between them. "I hate to interrupt, but here's the glass of champagne you ordered." Realizing that she was surrounded by people, she shrunk back with her cheeks redder than before as you placed the beverage on the table. "O-Oh, thank you..." You nodded as Tamaki straightened up and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Oh, yes. Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of the host club. This is Y/N, she will be the chef here that handles all food and beverage needs." You smiled at them as you bowed your head. "A pleasure. Please, feel free to ask me for anything you may crave at the moment." Tamaki rubbed his chin in thought. "Ah, that reminds me. I almost forgot to tell you ladies. Next week, the Ouran host club is sponsoring a party." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "And Y/N here will be the chef and baker on site. If there is any way you can assist her, I sure would love it." The girl off to the left immediately rose her hand. "I-I'd like to help!" Seeing her do it, the other girl did the same. "Me too!" The third girl actually stood from her seat. "I'm a great helper!" You honestly wanted to laugh at how eager they were simply to please Tamaki. "Oh, well, in that case, any food suggestions and requests would be great. You can write some down and leave them on the kitchen door." You bowed your head one last time, before moving on to the next table. "In the meantime, please, enjoy." You had to watch as the first girl eagerly stood up. "Y-Yeah! I'll do that right now!" And she ran in the direction of the kitchen. Laughing to yourself, you paused walking when Haruhi was looking at Tamaki in curiosity, then looked at you. "We're throwing a party?" Your happy smile instantly fell. "Yep." You sighed tiredly. "I don't know where to even begin with this menu. I think I'll be dead before I can actually serve anything." And with a pat on the shoulder, you continued on to the table across. The girl who sat in front of the twins rested her chin in her palm. "What kind of party is it? Is it formal?" Hikaru smiled at her. "Yes, in fact we've rented the school's largest hall." Kaoru nodded in confirmation. "It's the perfect place for dancing." In a swift motion, Hikaru had suddenly stood and grabbed Kaoru's chin with his fingers, inching his face close. "But I really wanted to spend some alone time with you, Kaoru." Kaoru's eyes glazed over. "Don't be upset, Hikaru. I know exactly how you feel." The sounds of the two girls screaming in excitement over their little act rang out in the air. Once Hikaru caught sight of you walking by, he shot out his hand and grabbed your wrist. "There you are, butterfly. Would you care to introduce yourself to these lovely ladies?" You sighed as you flicked his forehead. He yelped as he rubbed it. "Come on, I told you not to call me that. I have a name, you know." As Kaoru held in his laughter, you turned to the girls and bowed your head. "Hello, my name is Y/N Kitahara, I am the new chef here at the host club. If there is anything you would like, please, don't hesitate to ask." "Waah! Sissy hit me!" Kaoru grabbed Hikaru's face and placed a kiss on his forehead. "It's okay, Hikaru. I'll make you feel better." You rolled your eyes at them and moved on. Honey ran up to one of the tables and smiled widely at the two girls that sat there, displaying his outfit. "Ta-da!" The two girls beamed at him, awed by his cuteness. "Oh, you're so cute, honey!" He continued grinning. "Hi, ladies! I love these Balinese flowers, we had them flown in!" He turned his attention over to Mori when he walked by. "Takashi!" He ran over and climbed up his body to place a lei similar to his around his neck. "There, we match!" Okay, there you could see why the girls went crazy. He made you smile at how cute he was with Mori. Your gaze went over to Haruhi, who now sat at a table with three girls, but her attention seemed to also be on Honey and Mori. And once she saw you, she called out. "Hey Y/N, can I get a water refill?" You smiled at her, before walking over to the bar to grab a water pitcher. Once you did reach the bar, you quickly noticed that it wasn't there.

"Looking for this?"

Turning around, you were faced with the pitcher. You grabbed it and saw the person who had been holding it. He pushed up his glasses and have you a once over.

"I personally chose each outfit for each member. I will admit that yours didn't end up looking all bad."

For some reason, you blushed a bit at that. Did he just compliment me?

And with that, he walked off, leaving you to state at his back. Snapping out of your daze, you remembered why you needed the pitcher and hurried back over to the table. "Um, Haruhi."

She looked over at one of the girls sitting in front of her. "Aren't you going to wear a tropical outfit like the other boys?" She glanced at you as you filled Haruhi's glass with water. "Even Y/N is wearing one." You smiled at her as you began filling up her cup as well. The second girl at the table laughed. "I'd love to see that." You watched as Haruhi grew flustered and stumbled over her words. "Uh, no, I-I...I just think it's only appropriate to wear early spring attire in early spring, you know?" Tamaki suddenly popped up beside her, holding up a picture of the tropical outfit. "But we have one ready for you, Haruhi. I think you'll like it. You and I are a pair." She groaned in disapproval. "No thanks." And you saw his heart shatter by those words. One of the girls blushed. "Wow, Haruhi. You're really faithful to the different seasons." The girl beside her sighed dreamily. "I think that's great, I hope we're lucky enough that the cherry blossoms are in full bloom on the night of the party." The last girl closed her eyes in happiness as she daydreamed. "The two of us dancing among the cherry blossoms. It's so dreamy." "You really think so?" Haruhi smiled as she tilted her head at them. "Ya know ladies, I think it's so cute when you dream like that." Just by that look she was giving them, all three girls turned red and stared at her in dreamy awe. As you were about to walk off, you leaned down and whispered to her. "Show off." Her smile only widened. "Excuse me." You both turned and saw another girl with short brown hair standing by the table, looking directly at Haruhi. "I hate to disturb, but I think it's time for the hosts to switch clients." Haruhi's smile faded. "Oh, I'm sorry. You must be my next appointment, miss...uh.." She gave a smile. "My name's Kanako. Kanako Kasakazaki." As Haruhi looked down at her planner, Kanako lifted her chin back up so her eyes would meet hers. "You're even cuter than I expected. I've decided. From now on, you're going to be my new favorite host, Haruhi." You rose your eyebrows, but when you looked a the person who was staring in horror right by the table, you furrowed them. "Tamaki?" ♡♡♡ With the kitchen door slamming behind you, you walked out into the official 'Jungle-Free' room, glad that everything was the way it was before. Well, everything, except Tamaki. While everyone was huddled up around a table, planning for the upcoming party, he was slouching at a small table in a darkness by a closed window. You made a beeline for him and you were looking at him in confusion. "Tamaki, are you sure you want...this?" He didn't even look at you as he nodded. "Really? You put Haruhi and I down for all our 'commoner' living choices, yet you wanna eat this?" "Just give it to me." His arm shot out as he took the bowl of ramen noodles from you. Your eyes widened when he did, especially when he started the slurp it. You shook your head at him as you placed a pair of chopsticks beside him. "Enjoy." And you crossed the room over to the more lively group of people. Once you did take a seat next to Haruhi, the twins looked back at him, and Hikaru sighed. "Hey, boss! Why don't you stop eating that commoner's ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning?" Kaoru rose an eyebrow in curiosity. "Does it really bother you that princess Kanako has taking a liking to Haruhi?" Kyoya pushed his glasses up as he typed away on his laptop. "He shouldn't be surprised. She's had the illness for a while now, hasn't she?" "Illness?" You leaned forward. "What illness is that?" Hikaru slid beside you and shrugged. "She's got the host hopping disease." Kaoru copied his motions. "A.K.A. the never the same boy twice disease." Kyoya paused his typing to look up at you. "Usually, our customers choose a favorite host and see them regularly, however, princess Kanako tends to change her favorites. On a regular basis." Honey popped up in between you and Haruhi, sucking on a lollipop. "That's right!" You picked him up and let him sit on your lap as he looked at Haruhi. "'Cause before she was with you, she was with Tama-Chan!" Haruhi, who was resting her chin on her fist, spoke in a bored tone. "Oh...so he's upset because I took her from him?" You jumped when Tamaki shot up and ran lightening fast to scream at Haruhi. "Shut up! I couldn't care less!" She stared at him, completely unaffected by his outburst, while he stepped away from her with determination in his eyes. "I'm running out of patience." He pointed directly at her. "Haruhi, it's time you started dressing like a girl." She blinked. "Huh?" You all watched as he paced around the empty space. "I don't understand how you can be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady!" You crossed your arms. "Actually, I think that's probably why. We kind of know our own gender better than any boy." He ran up to you and slammed his hands down on the table in frustration. "But that doesn't make any sense! No one else in the school knows the truth except for those of us here!" Hikaru appeared beside him. "Yeah, she opted out of taking gym classes." Kaoru also appeared on the opposite side. "And the attendance numbers are all mixed together so no one can tell." Tamaki then ran out of sight and came back in by pushing a trunk out to the middle of the room. "That's enough Haruhi." He opened it up and began searching for something inside. "Now you listen to daddy." He pulled out a giant framed picture of Haruhi's class photo that showed her with long hair, wearing a girls' uniform. Tears actually streamed from his eyes as he pointed at the picture. "Daddy wants you to go back to the way you were!" Haruhi stood up, anger clear in her face. "Don't go blowing my photos up without asking me first!" You also stood beside her, placing your hands on your hips. "Come on, that's kind of stalker-ish, don't you think? Creepy enough that you would have a photo of her." You didn't notice that behind you, the twins were trying to conceal a giant photo of you that was hanging on the wall the entire time. Instead, you looked over at Tamaki as he hung up the picture of Haruhi. Sneaking back over to the group, the twins casually leaned on your shoulders, and Hikaru shook his head in disbelief. "The more I look a this, the more amazed I am." He, along with everyone else, looked back at Haruhi. "How does someone like that become this?" She shrugged. "The day before school started, one of the kids in my neighborhood stuck some gum in my hair. It's a real pain to get gum out of hair, so I decided to cut it all off, I didn't care if I looked like a dude." Tamaki sneered in anger as he yelled in her face. "Girls should never refer to themselves as a 'dude'!" He looked over at the members as tears began to run from his eyes again. "Mama! Haruhi's using those dirty boy words again!" You stared at him weirdly, then looked at Kyoya. "Okay, 'mama'? 'Sissy'? Is playing house like a thing in this club? If so, who is 'mama'?" He crossed his arms and looked back at him as he bawled out on the floor. "Based on club position, I assume it's me." You held back a laugh as the mental image of Kyoya dressed up wearing an apron and heels came to mind. Haruhi sighed and held her hand up in defense. "Look, I don't see what you're crying about. Working as a host, I can pay back more of my debt. It'll never happen if I'm just an errand boy." Kaoru leaned forward and pointed a her. "Hate to bring this up now, but do you have formal dancing experience? You'll need it for the party." You closed your eyes at that thought. "The thought of dancing again...it's such a bore at parties." Haruhi gave a nervous smile. "Uh...no. Nut the party doesn't have anything to do with my quota, right? I'm not interested in going to events, so if I could be excused-" From behind her, Tamaki rose back up and stared at her, and even glanced at you, then smirked and rubbed his chin. "Definitely not. A refined gentlemen must know how to dance." He looked at Haruhi and rose a finger. "If you want to live the life of a host that badly, you are going to have to show us how far you are willing to go, Haruhi." He outstretched his arms. "I order you to master dancing the waltz in one week. And you will demonstrate it for us at the party..." He spun around, then menacingly pointed at her, "Or I tell the entire school that you're a girl! And knock you back down to errand boy!" Her entire form shivered in nervousness and fear. You crossed your arms, already feeling bad for her. "Don't worry, it'll be fi-" When he turned and pointed at you, you froze. "And you, Y/N, will be the one to teach her! Or, we will cut your expenses for allowing to attend Ouran and you will not be allowed to attend the party without making a contribution!" Your face fell. "...What?"

#ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori

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myriadimagines · 8 years

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Preference: Skins (First Generation)

How You Meet

Characters: Anwar Kharral, Cassie Ainsworth, Chris Miles, Effy Stonem, Jal Fazer, Maxxie Oliver, Michelle Richardson, Sid Jenkins, Tony Stonem

Warnings: smoking, alcohol consumption, swearing and mentions of drugs

Request: “Preferences : Skins first gen; how you meet” - anonymous

A/N: First Skins preference !!

Anwar Kharral

You pulled your hoodie sleeves over your hands as you took a drag at your cigarette. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the air was still quite cold. You huddled on the front porch, listening to the birds beginning to chirp.

You were at someone’s house and were the only one awake. There was some crazy party last night, and quite frankly, you didn’t remember much of it. One thing was for sure: everyone was completely smashed.

The sound of the back door opening and footsteps made you turn around. You watched as a figure pulled out a mat and kneeled down on it. Laughing to yourself, you walked over.

“You’re joking, right?” you leaned against the wall as you blew out a puff of smoke, and the guy looked over his shoulder to look at you. You recognized his face immediately, and laughed even harder. “You drank the most out of all of us! Are you gonna pray the alcohol away?”

“Maybe.” he responded, looking you up and down. Raising an eyebrow, you dropped the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“You checking me out?” you asked, and the boy quickly turned around. Laughing, you sat down on the steps. “No need to be shy about it.”

“Do you mind? I really need to just get this out of the way.” he responded, not turning around. Smirking, you looked around you.

“What was your name again? Annie?”

“Anwar!” he exclaimed, turning around again. As you laughed, he sighed and finally looked up at the sky. “Fuck it. An attractive person is talking to me, God can wait.”

“That’s the spirit.” you joked as Anwar turned around to fully face you. “And this attractive person has a name, thank you very much. I’m y/n.”

Cassie Ainsworth

You had been watching the blonde girl sitting alone in the diner you worked at for a while now. She had not ordered anything since she had entered, and was instead playing with the salt shakers. Biting your lip together, you adjusted your shirt and grabbed a your notepad before walking over.

“Miss?” you walked up to her table, and she looked up at you with wide eyes. “Would you like to order anything?”

“Oh wow, look at all this food!” she exclaimed, and your mouth twitched into a grin. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what exactly about her airy voice you liked, but you could listen to her voice all day. “How can I choose?”

“Want me to recommend something for you?” you offered, and for some reason she looked taken aback. You pointed at a milkshake on the menu and grinned at her. “That’s my favorite.”

“Wow, lovely.” she grinned widely. “A milkshake, wow.”

“I’ll whip it up for you now, then.” you nodded at her, and turned back to the kitchen. As you got together the ingredients, you snuck a peek at the blonde girl. She gazed out the window, smiling and waving at people passing by. Smiling to yourself, you poured the milkshake into a glass and walked back to her.

“Sweet.” she commented, slowly spinning the glass around. “Thank you so much. This is so cool.”

“No problem.” you smiled, waiting expectantly for her to try it. She paused, looking at you a little uncertainly. You gave her a sheepish grin, and took a step back. “Sorry, I’ll leave you alone now.”

“Wait, I’m Cassie.” she suddenly stuck her hand out to you. Smiling, you shook it.

“I’m y/n.” you stuck your other hand in your pocket.

“y/n, wow. What a cool name.” she looked up at you dreamily, and you looked over your shoulder to see if your boss was watching before sitting opposite her.

“I think Cassie is a cool name too. And I’d love to know more about you.”

Chris Miles

“Um... excuse me?”

You awkwardly reached out and tapped the shoulder of the body that had passed out on your lawn. If your parents weren’t out of town, they probably would’ve called the cops. Luckily for the young man, you decided to try and wake him up before calling for help.

“Oi, wake up.” you shoved him a little harder, and he groaned. Sighing, you finally reached over and slapped him across the face.

“Fuck!” he suddenly cried out, jerking away from you. You pressed your lips together to hold back your laughter. Tilting your head, you raised your eyebrows.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Chris.” he mumbled, burying his face back into the grass. Rolling your eyes, you rolled Chris over onto his back and loomed over him.

“Well, Chris, do you realize you’re on my lawn?” you asked, and Chris gave you a lazy smile. He lifted his head slightly and looked around, before laying down again.

“I am? Weird. Wait, what the fuck happened last night?” he squinted in the sunlight, grinning mischievously at you.

“Fuck if I know.” you shrugged, readjusting yourself to sit down crosslegged. “I just got up this morning and saw you lying here, and went to check if you were alive.”

“Nice of you.” Chris joked, and you finally laughed. Chris smiled to himself proudly, finally propping himself up on his elbows. “Who are you?”

“y/n.” you reached out your hand, and Chris enthusiastically shook it. “Do you need some water? Maybe something to cure your hangover?”

“That would be great, y/n.” Chris struggled to stand up, and you laughed again as you reached over to help him. Slinging his arm over your shoulders, the two of you began to walk towards your house.

Effy Stonem

“This place is awesome!” your friend yelled into your ear as he jumped up and down to the music. You gave him a tight smile back, not really hearing him over the cheering and blaring music. He began dancing more wildly, allowing more and more people to come between the two of you. The next thing you knew, you had lost your friend, and were standing alone in the middle of the dance floor.

Pushing people aside, you made your way to the edge of the room. You leaned back against the wall, folding your arms across your chest. You never really liked clubs, but your friends kept dragging you out anyway.

“Not having fun?” a voice suddenly spoke next to you and you flinched in surprise. You came face to face with a young girl with wild hair and bright blue eyes which seemed to glow in the dark. She gave you a smile, a sort of mysterious, somewhat sinister smile, and you pressed your lips together.

“No, not really.” you grunted. “Don’t really enjoy going to clubs.”

“Try this.” she held out her hand and offered a small white pill to you. Frowning, you shook your head and she scoffed.

“I don’t need drugs to have fun.” you retorted, and she smirked.

“Come on then, you wanker.” she tugged at your arm. “Show me how to have fun then.”

“Effy!” a girl suddenly yelled, materialising from the crowd. “What are ya doing here? Come back here and dance with us!”

“Be there in a minute!” she called back, before turning back to you and grinning.

“Effy, huh?” you asked, and she tilted her head. “I like it. It suits you.”

“Just like y/n suits you.” she responded without missing a beat, and your eyes widened.

“Wait, how did you know my name?” you stopped abruptly in place, and she shrugged.

“I have my ways.” she responded vaguely. “Now, let’s dance.”

Jal Fazer

You closed your eyes and tried to play your instrument slower, but groaned in frustration when it didn’t work. You had a recital coming up with a difficult piece to perform, but no matter how many times you practiced, you couldn’t seem to get it right.

Readjusting your seat, you tapped your fingers on the desk and flipped through the music scores. Your music teacher was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago, but he was late, as usual. Leaning back in your chair, you pressed your lips together and wondered how you would be able to perform.

You were so deep in concentration you barely heard the door open and someone walk into the room. A girl sat opposite you, carrying a case which contained what you guessed to be a clarinet or a flute. She avoided eye contact and fiddled with the edge of her skirt.

Gesturing to her case, she looked up at you and you gave her a tired smile.

“Flute or clarinet?” you asked.

“Clarinet.” she confirmed, and you nodded in approval.

“You been playing for a long time?” you continued asking, and she nodded.

“How about you?” she gestured to your instrument, and you shrugged.

“A couple years, I guess.” you ran your hands through your hair. “I feel like I’ve hit a roadblock though, I can’t seem to crack this piece.”

You handed the music scores to her and she flipped through them, examining them. The door suddenly opened and your music teacher appeared, and you collected your things. She handed the scores back to you, and you smiled at her.

“I’m y/n, by the way.” you said. “I’d love to hear you play sometime.”

“Jal. And I’d like to hear you play, too. When are you performing this?”

Maxxie Oliver

Almost out of breath, you sprinted up the stairs up to the dance studio. It was early morning; the sun had barely risen over the houses. The staircase was dimly lit, and you almost tripped over a few times. Huffing, you readjusted the bag strap over your shoulder and finally made it the the room of the dance studio.

Digging into your hoodie pocket, you pulled out a paperclip when you realized you heard music coming out of the room. It was very faint, but you could hear it over the sound of your heavy breathing. You placed your hand on the doorknob and turned it, and it opened, to your surprise. This early in the morning, the studio was usually locked, and you had to pick the lock to open it. As you slowly opened the door, you heard footsteps scrambling and the music stopping abruptly.

“Hello?” you heard a voice call out uncertainly. You peered around the door to see a young man with shaggy blonde hair staring back at you. He wore ripped jeans which hung onto his hips and a baggy shirt. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he looked you up and down. Defensively, you crossed your arms.

“What are you doing here? The place is closed.” you snapped, and he gave you a small smile.

“I don’t think you run this place, so I could ask you the same.” he raised an eyebrow at you, and you flushed slightly.

“Alright, you got me.” you strolled deeper into the room, raising your hands above your head. The young man laughed, and you relaxed. “I come here early in the morning to practice my dancing. My dad doesn’t approve of me coming here, so I wake up really early to come here and dance so he doesn’t know.”

“Dedication, I like it.” he nodded approvingly, and you laughed. He raised his arms out to you and grinned. “Well go on, show us a move.”

“Alright, prepare to be amazed.” you teased, tossing your bag to the side. Bowing dramatically, you paused before you started dancing. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“Maxxie. Now let’s see what you got.”

Michelle Richardson

You hiccuped as you stumbled out onto the street, still holding onto your drink. It was relatively quiet outside, the music from the club pulsing behind you. You took a deep breath in, relishing the cool air, before turning to go back in. Your hand had just pushed the door open when you heard sniffling.

“Who’s crying out here?” you wondered aloud, stepping closer to the sounds. Leaned up against the wall you could make out a figure hugging her knees to her chest. You pressed your lips together, unsure of what to do, before going up to her and sitting down. The girl looked at you, tucking her curly brown hair behind her ear. Offering your drink to her, she shook her head. You nudged her again, and she groaned.

“Fuck it.” she took the drink from you and took a swig, cringing slightly as the alcohol hit her tongue. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up. You sat in silence for a bit, before offering the cigarette to her.

“y/n.” you said, as you exchanged the drink and the cigarette. “Wanna tell me why you’re crying?”

“My boyfriend’s a fucking cunt.” she spluttered, beginning to cry again. Smirking, you finished off the drink and leaned your head back against the wall.

“Break up with him, then.” you said, and she looked at you in shock. You turned your head and raised an eyebrow at her. “If he’s a cunt, why are you still with him?”

“I-” she started to say, when you suddenly heard the door open again. A young man stepped out and looked both sides of the street, unable to see the two of you sitting in the darkness.

“Nips?” he called out, and the girl next to her held her breath. “Come on, Michelle. Where are you?”

You turned back to her and offered her your hand. She looked at you uncertainly, and you reached over and grabbed her hand.

“Let’s get out of here before he sees you, Michelle.” you whispered, pulling her to her feet. Managing a smile, the two of you sprinted down the street.

Sid Jenkins

“I fucking hate this coursework.” Sid mumbled as he hunched over the desk. While the others were all out doing god knows what, he was stuck in school, forced to finish his work.

Sid groaned and leaned back in his chair and looked out the window, cracking his knuckles. He pulled his hat a little further down his face and folded his arms. He was about to mumble something to himself again when the door opened.

Scrambling to get his papers together and make it look like he was working, Sid looked up and made eye contact with you. Your eyes widened, not expecting anyone to be in the room, and began to back out.

“Shit, sorry, I thought the room was empty.” you quickly stammered.

“Well, it practically is, since I’m a nobody.” Sid responded, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Sid smiled to himself, proud that he made you laugh, and you stepped deeper into the room.

You and Sid had some classes in common, but never really talked. All Sid knew about you was that you were pretty good looking, but he doubted you would ever notice a loser like him.

“What are you working on?” you asked, gesturing to the papers on the desk. You were holding a book and had two other books tucked under your other arm, which you placed on the desk as you stood next to Sid.

“Fucking coursework.” Sid sighed, looking up at you. “I can’t understand it.”

“Want some help?” you offered, already pulling up a chair to sit next to him.

“Shit, really? That- that would be awesome.” he stammered, managing to smile at you. You smiled widely back.

“No problem. y/n, by the way.” you added.

“Yeah, I’m Sid. I know who you are already.” Sid blurted, immediately regretting it the moment he said you. You paused for a moment, before laughing good-naturedly.

“Not creepy at all.” you laughed, before beginning to read Sid’s work, unaware of Sid gazing at you.

Tony Stonem

Tony scanned the grass as more and more students began to fill the lawn. He wasn’t really listening to whatever Sid was babbling on about. It was the first day of college, and needless to say, Tony wasn’t exactly thrilled.

He suddenly heard loud laughter coming from his right. Turning around, he caught sight of you laughing with your friend. You were standing under the tree, enjoying the shade. He smiled to himself as he noted how attractive you were, and how your smile seemed to light up your whole face.

From where you were sitting, your friend caught sight of Tony staring at you. Grinning mischievously, they reached over to nudge you.

“I think that guy is checking you out, y/n.” they grinned, wiggling their eyebrows as they jerked their chin in Tony’s direction.

“Yeah, right!” you laughed, turning around to check. You made eye contact with Tony, and immediately blushed when you realized how good looking he was. As if he could read your thoughts, he smirked and raised his hand in a wave. You grabbed your friend’s arm in panic, your eyes widening. “Oh god, he’s fucking waving at me!” [x]

“Well don’t just stand here, go say hi you idiot!” your friend exclaimed, prying their arm from your grasp. They pushed you in his direction, and you nervously walked over. Tony sat up straighter, his smirk still on his face.

“Hello, gorgeous.” he said smoothly, and you flushed. “What might your name be?”

“y/n.” you ran your hands through your hair. “And who may you be?”

“Tony Stonem.” he responded, exuding an air of confidence. “Let me walk you to your first class.”

*an extract from my one shot “Worth The Effort” [x]

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