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arisewanekosuki · 11 months

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In another’s shoes | Chapter 3

(Genshin School AU x Fem! Reader)

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Sorry that paragraphs look weird this time, this was the only way tumblr would let me post… otherwise I was getting an error that didn't even let me save this as a draft. :(

When it was lunch break I quickly managed to get out from the classroom, before someone would ask me to eat with them. I went to my regular place that I go when I'm not eating with Yoimiya, I could finally have some time for myself. -“When I think about it, I didn’t saw Yoimiya today in her regular places… I wonder how she is doing…” I said aloud to myself. I really want to see her but I’m afraid that I’ll start just be myself and she will know that something is wrong with Lumine.I sighed and opened my lunch, it seems Aether prepared bento today. “Hm this is first time for me to try bento! I always only eat sandwiches for lunch.” I took the first bite and -“Ummm!~ That’s delicious!” I started to savor the taste and enjoy every bite. “Good looking, kind, caring and he can even prepare such delicious lunch! I’m so jealous of his future wife!~” I smiled to myself, continuing to enjoy tasty food. -“LUMINE!” Someone shouted, making me choke on food. - „Ah! I’ll help you!” that person hit my back with too much strength, that I fell on the ground. -“Boss! What are you doing?!” the other person helped me get up and started checking me. It was girl with black mask, light green hair and narrow reddish-violet eyes. -“You supposed to come here and apologies, not kill her!” the light green haired girl was sending glares towards “boss”. He said that he tried to save me, the girl was fuming and before she could scold him, I coughed, bringing their attention to me. -“I’m fine, my back hurts a bit but I’ll live!” I said looking at rest of my food that ended up on the ground, feeling a bit sad that such great food went to waste. -“I’m so sorry Lumine!” I finally looked at person who ‘helped’ me. “This guy is huge!!” I felt suddenly intimidated by presence of big guy with red horns. “Wait, red horns, white hair, this is the same guy I saw with Lumine back then.” -“I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll do anything to make it up! Please forgive me!” He bowed, spitting apologies. -„You don’t have to apologize for something like this, it happens.” he and the girl looked at me with surprise on their faces. -“But! Because of me you had to go to hospital!” The Oni shouted. “Oh…I thought he was apologizing for hitting me so hard and for fallen food.” -“We heard from Aether that you went to hospital yesterday, Boss was messaging and calling you but you never responded, so we were worried that the hit in the head did something serious to you.” She glared at the ‘Boss’ again, when she said ‘hit in the head’. -“Aah well…you see… I lost my phone! Sorry that I couldn’t respond! But I’m fine. Nothing happened to me, like you see!” I smiled. I couldn't come up with any other excuse why I was ignoring their messages and calls, so I lied about the phone. -“Hm? You lost your phone? When did you lost it?! If it was at school, then me and the boys can go look for it!!” The Oni said with excitement, like he’s going to search for treasure. -“Ah, there’s no need! I think I lost it somewhere at home! And you know, I turned sound off, so calling it won’t’ help! I’ll find it eventually! Haha…“ The girl looked at me deep in thought, meanwhile the Oni was saying that I should find it soon because there is something he wants me to show. -“Are you really alright?” she asked. I got surprised by her question that I hesitated for moment. -“Of course!” I said with false enthusiasm. The girl looked like she wanted to say something more but the big guy interrupted her. -“Of course she’s alright Shinobu! Lumine is Second to One with Aether! Some ball in the head won't defeat her! Haha!” he said loudly and then started to laugh. The girl put her hand on her forehead and sighed, looking tired to deal with her ‘Boss’. “At least I know what’s her name but I still don’t know his na-“ -“After all! All homies of Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto are unbeatable!” “Oh, there, he said it. Lumine has really interesting friends.” Then Shinobu glared at Itto, telling him to clean the mess on the floor that was my lunch not long ago.

She wanted to buy me another one but even if I still felt a bit hungry I declined.

After that I went back to school building. “I don’t think, I’ll be able to avoid Lumine's friends…there is nowhere to hide from them!” suddenly I bumped into someone. I immediately apologized, hoping this person is not another friend of Lumine. They chuckled. -“What happened Lumine? It’s not like you to have your head in the clouds~” the guy with navy-blue hair chuckled again. Even if his bangs mostly covers it, I can still see black eye patch on his right eye. “Is his right eye blind? Or this is something he just wears for fun?” I could see diamond-shaped pupil in his left eye, his eye is really pretty. -“Oh? Are you finally falling in love with me?” he smirked. “Wait, what?” I felt my face getting warmer. -“Oh my, do I see blush on your face? That’s surprising~!” -“S-stop! I’m not blushing!” I covered ‘my’ face, trying to hide the heat in ‘my’ cheeks from this person. -„Hmm~” He hummed, deep in thought. “Who would thought, that hit by ball will bring on your cute side~” he patted ‘my’ head. I slapped his hand, not liking for him to just pet me like that. He wasn't surprised by this action, he only smiled and said. -“Alright, alright, don’t get angry now… to think we all were worried about you but it seems it was nothing after all.” He was watching me, waiting for some reply. I sighed, already tired of all of those interactions with Lumine’s friends. -“Sorry for worrying you all.” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “But I would like to have some alone time for myself before the end of the break, so excuse me.” I passed him without looking back at the guy.

I watched the clock on the wall, waiting for last class to end. When I heard the bell I gathered all Lumine’s things into backpack and quickly went to lockers. This time I didn’t made a mistake and immediately went toward Lumine’s locker. Before any of her friends would talk to me I left school, going towards local library. “I hope I’ll be able to find some clues about this weird situation.” After reaching the library I noticed that there’s not that many people “Great!” I smiled, going toward PC that nobody was using. -“Let’s see..” I murmured under my nose. I tried to search anything that would confirm if things like that are even possible, sadly I only found some made up stories, or sites that wanted to redirect me to other suspicious sites. “I knew it, this is impossible! If something like this happened then there would be some article about it! Or maybe… if something like this happened to someone, they too never told anyone about it…” I sighed, disappointed that I was unable to find anything that could be useful. -“It is possible to change bodies with someone?” Someone said beside me, I jumped, closing all tabs and looking at the girl with short, wavy light green hair and with magenta eyes. -“O-oh! I’m sorry Lumine! I… You were so engrossed into reading it, that the curiosity got best of me! I’m sorry!” The girl panicked, she was avoiding my eyes, she probably felt shameful for reading what I was searching. -“It…it’s okay! Don’t worry!” I looked at the monitor, not knowing what else to say “Those Lumine’s friends really have to be everywhere?! Give me a break.” -“Um…” the girl was looking at me, like she wanted to say something, probably ask why I was searching something like this -“Ah! This!” I was looking everywhere and then I noticed the book the girl was holding ‘The Boar Princess’. “That’s it!” -„You know! I was searching something for my book!” I said with a smile. -„A book?” The girl looked at me with curiosity in her eyes. -“Yes! I wanted to write a story where two girls woke up in each other bodies! So I was searching for.. um… any information if something like this could be even possible or if I have to add some magic to it!” I said, hoping that this will be enough to not be suspicions of Lumine’s weird behavior. -“Oh! That interesting! I never knew you are writing stories!” she said with a smile. “When you finish it, can I read it?” she asked with excitement in her eyes. -“Well, if I finish then sure! But! Don’t tell anyone, okay?” -„O-of course! I won’t!” After she said that, I smiled to her and got up from the chair. -„I finished for today so I’ll be going! Bye!” The girl waved back, saying goodbyes. I left the library, feeling tired, I walked slowly toward Lumine’s home.

“Good that I started to write the names of some Lumine’s friends on the paper, I should learn them because I won’t be able to came up with any excuse why Lumine suddenly doesn’t remember her friends names. But ugh.. I didn't get a chance to hear the names of ‘pirate guy’ and that girl from library...” I sighed nth time for the day. I thought about visiting hospital to learn if maybe ‘I’ woke up but I felt too tired, the only thoughts in my head were about going to bed and sleep. “Ah, I need to do homework too… ugh but what about MY homework?! Why I’m the only one who have to do homework for her?! What about my school work?!” -“I don’t want to talk with you! Leave me alone!” -“But! Klee is very sorry!” I stopped in my tracks after hearing some children shouting, I realized that I walked along the road that leads to my little sister's school. “Ah, today it's my turn to pick her up from school…” I noticed that the children that were shouting are my little sister and “Isn't that the child I saved?” -“Klee didn’t wanted (little sister name)’s sister to get hurt!” the little girl with blond pigtails and red cap was crying. -“But she is! Give back my sister-“ -“Hey, hey don’t yell at each other! You two are friends, aren’t you? Friends shouldn’t shout at each other.” I stepped between them, trying to calm them down. -“She’s not my friend! Not anymore! Because of her my sister…my sister…” Now two girls were crying. I crouched down, looking at two girls. -“Do you think your sister would blame your friend for what happened?” I asked my little sister. -“…no…” -“So why are you blaming your friend? I know your sister and I know she would be sad, knowing that you’re angry at your friend.” Both of the little girls stopped crying. And I continued. “You sister saved someone’s life! Isn't that amazing? I’m sure she will be even happier when she hear that she saved YOUR friend from accident!” My little sister wiped her tears with her hand. “After all, we, the elders have a responsibility to always protect the younger ones!” I smiled to both them, hoping that this make my little sister stop being angry at her friend. -“I'm sorry Klee…” Klee shook her head, she held onto my sister’s hands. -“Klee is sorry too! Klee promise to be more careful to not make any more problems to others!” I was happy to see that they made up. The girl with red cap looked at me. -“Thank you Lumine!” She said with bright smile. “Wait, she knows Lumine too?!” I was shocked but still I replied -“No problem, just don’t get into trouble and don’t fight with each other okay?” Both girls shouted “Okay!”. -“Are you two waiting for someone to pick you up? Or maybe would you like me take you home?” I asked. My sister shook her head. -“I’m waiting for dad!” she replied. -“I’m waiting for my brother with Dodoco!” Klee showed me her fluffy toy. “I should go now, It’s better to not risk staying here any longer if happens that Klee’s brother is another friend of Lumine.” -“Alright! Then be good and wait here, don’t go with any strangers! I’ll be going, bye bye!” I waved and started heading back to Lumine’s house, the girls waved back and shouted goodbyes. They both are waiting by school's gate so I don't have to worry about them.

While going back to twins’ home I couldn’t stop thinking about my little sister. “It must be hard for her… I need to come back to my body. I can’t worry my family any longer… but how? Should I just hit myself in the head? Will that really help?!” I sighed, feeling depressed with this whole situation. Looking around I realized that there is no one on the street. “Hm? That’s weird, there always someone going to shop or going back on this street. Well at least I can enjoy the silence.” I could only hear my steps but then -“Lumine.” I heard some child's voice whispering to ‘my’ ear. I turned around immediately but I didn’t saw anyone. -“…Great… Am I losing my mind already?!” I mumbled. I stood in place a bit longer, looking around if someone is hiding and trying to prank me, but there was clearly no one. There was no one, yet I started to feel like someone is watching me. “Suddenly I don’t feel safe.” I ran back to Lumine’s place, looking behind me from time to time.

After reaching home, I ate dinner and then went to room just to lay down on bed. I thought about taking a nap before doing homework but before I could even close ‘my’ eyes, someone knocked on the door. -“Come in…” The door opened, revealing Aether. -“Can you finally reply to Ajax? This guy is bothering me because you’re ignoring him.” He said a bit angry probably with getting too many messages from that guy. -“Tell him I lost my phone.” I turned to lie down on my stomach. Aether looked at me and then at his phone, not even minute passed and we could hear the bell of Lumine’phone “Did he just called me?!” Aether approached desk and opened the drawer, finding the phone. -“You should just be honest that you don’t want talk with him…. Or with anyone” He was looking through Lumine’s phone and then I realized. “Wait a minute, did he just unlocked it?!” I got up quickly from the bed and rushed towards Aether. I took the phone from his grasp and turned off the option of putting the password to unlock it. -“ Oh gosh, thank you! You don’t have any idea how much tro-“ I stopped talking, looking at surprising Aether. “Oops I almost said I couldn't unlock it.” -“I mean... you don’t have any idea how long I was searching for it!” I smiled. The boy just looked at me with face that was saying 'Are you serious?' then he sighed and started heading to the door. -“If you can’t handle Ajax, just tell me and I’ll take care of it.” -“Huh? Ah no! I … I can handle him!” Aether didn’t say anything and he just left the room, closing door behind him. I went back to bed. -“Well, time to check this phone!”

--- Thank you so much for reading until end. Like always sorry for any mistakes. I had small writing block for this one… I tried to write short things hoping that it will help be go back to finish this chapter >.<

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sunflowergyeomie · 3 years

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can you handle it?

sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)

genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint

a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.

Challenge?

Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.

Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.

He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.

Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.

Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”

A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“

“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.

[12:03 PM]

you: I can’t take this anymore.

hannie: what’s wrong, princess?

You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?

you: you know what I mean, han.

hannie: and what about it?

hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)

Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.

Stupid dick.

You weren’t even that horny this morning.

The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.

“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d she go?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.

Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.

Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.

You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.

Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.

“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”

He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.

Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”

“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.

Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”

A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.

“P-please”

Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.

Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.

“You better stay fucking quiet.”

One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.

“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”

His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.

At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”

“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.

In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.

You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.

“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.

“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.

Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.

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miekasa · 3 years

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bad romance

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au (well i guess that’s open for interpretation lmao), modern au—college au?, explicit smut, mentioned/implied virginity

+ summary: friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school is probably a bad idea. friends with benefits with your best friend since middle school who you’ve also been in love with for the past seven years—all for the purpose of her gaining ‘experience’ so she’s not nervous to do it with some other guy she has a crush on—is probably a really bad idea. levi ackerman is not known to make great decisions.

+ word count: 3.5k

+ notes: truth be told, i don’t even know if i like this; i took this from an outline/draft of a series i’d planned but know i’ll never complete. it’s kind of unedited too heh, also if you’re a minor pls do not interact

Levi doesn’t think anything of it when he finds you on his doorstep on a rainy Saturday evening. It’s very much like you to show up unannounced and attempt to drag him into whatever activity you want to do that day. He’s fairly certain that Hange picked that up from you. Someone should tell her that it doesn’t work so well unless it’s you tugging on his arm sleeve and interrupting his otherwise peaceful evening.

So, for a while, everything is normal. You make fun of him for his use of, admittedly overpriced, organic butter when he toasts you a bagel; he makes jabs at you shuffling around his apartment like a semi-wet chihuahua, and all is right with the world.

Until it’s not. Because half-way into whatever stand-up comedy Netflix special you’d persuaded him into watching with you, Levi’s had enough of your nervous ticking. He doesn’t know if you think that he wouldn’t notice, but he does. And he knows it’s not the result of you still being wet or cold from the rain, seeing as you’ve long since dried off and warmed up.

You’re focused on the show (ironically, focused to a point of distraction), you’ve been twiddling your fingers since it started, and you’ve been fidgety since you stepped foot into his house. Quite frankly, he finds it insulting that you think he wouldn’t know something’s up by now.

So, he bends his knee, turns his body towards yours, lifts his elbow to rest atop the edge of the soft, and presses his cheek into his palm: “Alright, spit it out.”

“Huh?—What do you mean?” You look at him with wide, startled eyes. He looks back at you with unamused, expecting ones.

You crack a nervous smile, attempting to laugh off his command as incredulous, but instead, your voice comes out in what sounds like a pathetic attempt to cover up a lie—probably because it is, “What? Can’t I spend sometime with my favorite, surly psychology student?”

Levi scoffs at your batting eyelashes. The look he throws you seems to do the trick as you drop your facade with a sigh and shift yourself to face him on the couch too, your bent knees almost touching.

“Alright, fine, you got me,” you sigh, hands resting in your lap, “You, um... you know how you said you’d help me with, like, uh... sex and stuff?”

Levi raises an eyebrow. Of course he does. He watches as your eyes dart around the room waiting for his response. It’s cute as heck, and if the topic of conversation at hand weren’t about to get so compromising, he’d have probably teased you about it.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well… okay, so, you remember Jean, right? The guy I told you about?”

Levi hums. Yeah, he remembers Jean, but only because you can’t seem to shutup about him, not because he’s particularly memorable otherwise. He seems to be kind of a prick and a huge idiot, if you asked Levi; but, that’s kind of his default impression of most people.

“Jean and I hung out yesterday, and it was normal, you know? We just talked and ordered food and watched a movie,” you rub your palms along the fabric of your yoga pants—another nervous tick he’s been observing, “I don’t know if it was a date or not, because he didn’t say it was, and I don’t want to assume, but Marco keeps saying it was, and that Jean wants to actually ask me out.”

Levi blinks. “And?”

“And if he does ask me out—or even if he just… I don’t know, wants to try something the next time we hang out, I don’t want to look like a complete idiot!”

He refrains from letting a noticeable grimace take over his features; and washes away the unsettling feeling in his stomach with a nonchalant comment, “I doubt he’ll try anything on your first date.”

“But what if it’s not a date! People hang out just to hook up all the time.”

“I thought you wanted to date him?” Levi questions, but his it comes out as more of a deadpan statement.

“I do,” you answer, your response a little delayed and drawn out, “But, I wouldn’t mind just sleeping with him, either.”

“Bold statement from someone who’s never slept with anyone before.”

“Have I told you today that you’re an asshole?” you roll your eyes at him, “Come on, Levi, you know what it’s like to just want someone, but not want them, don’t you? You’ve had one night stands before.”

That’s true, Levi knows it, but it’s different. He wasn’t actively seeking advice from his friends about how to pursue and potentially please his one night stands because none of that mattered—well, the pleasing part, probably, but not the pursuit, or the feelings that came with it. Besides, Levi hasn’t felt the desire for any of that in a long time.

“That’s not the same,” he responds, trying to dismiss the muddy feelings crawling up his throat, “Look, if your Jean guy gets horny when you’re hanging out, just make out with him—make him jizz his pants or something.”

“That’s terrible advice,” you frown, “Plus, he’s probably done that with a million other girls.”

“Probably. Sex tends to repeat a few basic actions here and there.”

“For a psychology student, you sure are a terrible makeshift therapist, do you know that?”

“That’s not even the kind of psychology I study, never mind that I never asked to be your therapist.”

Levi takes great amusement in your huffing and the frustrated pout settling into your features, though he does his best to not let his own smile shine through. It’s probably futile; you can probably see through his facade, anyways.

“I just don’t want to bore him, Levi.”

Any trace of his smile vanishes as those words leave your mouth. Levi doesn’t retain much about this Jean guy you keep going on about, and he doesn’t care to in all honesty—but maybe if he did, he could understand why you’re so hellbent on pleasing the kid.

Levi doesn’t like it, not one single bit. His own feelings for you aside, he doesn’t like how Jean has managed to worm his way into your head and make you think that he’s deserving of any kind of affection from you, whether it be platonic, romantic, or sexual. Because he isn’t; Levi might not know him, but he knows that much.

Still, he sympathizes with you. He understands the pressure of navigating dating and hookup culture, especially in a university setting; never mind the additional expectations set on you as a girl. It’s shitty, all of it; the stupid feelings, the sense of uncertainty, the dumb-ass college pricks. You shouldn’t have to deal with any of that.

“You won’t,” is Levi’s simpler response, “Just don’t crush his dick in the process.”

“I wouldn’t do that, fuck you.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve never been the most coordinated person in the world,” he taunts, “If that’s what you came here today to ask me to help you with, it’s fine.”

“Really?—I mean, okay, I know we said that’s okay, and stuff, but I didn’t know if—well I don’t know what’s on the table or not? I do want to do that with you, but I also wanted to know if we could do… more? But I didn’t want to ask for too much and make you uncomfortable! Do we need a lesson-plan of sorts, because I can make—”

“You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Stalling,” Levi tells you, “You know, how when you get all nervous and ramble, then run out of breath or things to say, then get super quiet, and let the conversation die and be awkward again.”

You throw daggers his way with your eyes, and Levi has the audacity to smirk. “Forgive me, it’s not every day I ask my best friend if I can suck his dick for practice.”

“You can,” Levi replies, a little too nonchalant for the situation at hand, “If you want. I don’t mind. As for a lesson plan, that’s weird as shit, so don’t do that.”

“Really? I can?” you question again, an ironic child-like glimmer of joy in your eyes.

Levi chuckles lowly at your enthusiasm—your appreciation is so genuine, he finds it nothing short of adorable. And oddly enough, he’s a little turned on by it, too.

“Yeah,” he nods his head shallowly, “You can.”

You still have that gleam in your eyes, but Levi can feel the hesitation creeping up on you, and offers his guidance before he loses you to a shell of yourself. He shifts over to you just a bit, loosely holding your right wrist in his grip; holding eye-contact, he carefully pulls you up to stand in front of him.

“You can start,” he says, slowly tugging on your wrist, “By getting on your knees and taking off my pants.”

By the time he’s finished speaking, you’re already kneeling in front of him, and the sight is already enough to have Levi semi-hard in his pants; an almost embarrassed flush washing over his body as he comes to terms with the fact that he’s thought about this visual more times than he cares to ever admit.

You fumble with the zipper of his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers to pool around his ankles. Your actions are careful and calculated, but you seem comfortable—maybe not with your skills, but with Levi.

His eyes stay glued on you, when you finally hold his length with a single hand, the other resting hot on his thigh. He leans over again, this time to rest a comforting hand on the back of your neck, eager to wash away any remains of your nervous resolve.

“Start slow,” he instructs, feeling your thumb swipe along the head, “Just move your hand up and down a bit, like—ah, yeah, like that.”

You seem follow his words carefully, focusing on the way his dick jerks in your hand. Levi observes you carefully and mentally notes that while he’d have liked it, not making out with you before this was probably the right call—he’d probably have creamed his jeans before this could have begun.

“You can grip it harder,” he tells you. You listen, applying slightly more pressure to your grasp; and it makes Levi groan, short, but strangled, above you.

“Okay?” you question, the genuine concern in your voice enough to make Levi’s gaze soften.

“Yeah, that’s—you’re doing good,” he says, rubbing his thumb against the nape of your neck habitually, “Twist your hand a little when you go up, you can—fuck, okay, yeah, that, like that.”

You snap your head up to look at him when he lets a moan slip through; nothing but pure enthusiasm and satisfaction dancing in your eyes. Levi grits his teeth when you do it again, your thumb sliding over the tip when you reach the top of his dick, and, Christ, you’ve got to stop looking at him like that.

You work your way into a steady rhythm, letting Levi’s moans guide your movements. You feel him harden to full length under your touch; and when he does, you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist around the length and squeezing just a pinch harder at the tip, without instruction.

He watches through lidded eyes, using his thumb to press lightly into the back of your neck. You move your free hand from his thighs, eager to add it to the mix, but Levi freezes.

“Nuh uh,” he shakes his head.

It prompts you to stop your actions, tilt your head and look up at him, and Levi doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so sinful. Your complete focus on him, neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling under your lashes; your position makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between.

“What—did I do something wrong?” you ask with wide and innocent eyes that make Levi feel bad for worrying you, yet send an erotic pulse throughout his body.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, fingers treading into the hair at your nape.

He’s setting himself up for failure, and he knows it, too—because, really, who agrees to teach a friend how to suck dick? Having you on your knees in front him, crane into his touch, and keen to all his desires, does nothing to mask the painful fire in the pit of his stomach.

It’s stupid to be this hungry, this possessive over you when he knows you come to him in hopes to learning how to please another man. But one, precious thought is enough to cloud over all of that, enough to put that sadistic smirk back on his face.

“You said you wanted to give me a blowjob, right?” he questions, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth at the shallow nod of your head, “Okay. Open your mouth for me, yeah?”

He barely pushes the tip past your lips when your head dips forward, tongue peeking out to lick the very top. Levi sucks in sharp air between his teeth, relaxing into the couch when your head bobs further, enclosing the tip of his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice hoarse when his hardened cock rests against the velvet wet of your tongue, “That’s it—just keep going, like that.”

He watches intensely as your head bobs onto him. It’s hot and wet and so much more than he’d imagined it would be; and he’s not too shy to admit he’s imagined this with you. He moves his hand to brush away the flyaways of your hair, smoothing them back and tangling his fingers at the back of your head. He carefully guides your movements.

It’s slow and steady, and normally, it’d take him a while to cum like this, but with the visual of having you on your knees for him, Levi can feel a faint warmth of his orgasm already beginning to bubble inside of him.

“This is okay, right?” you pull back, a thin line of spit trailing from your mouth.

“Yes, yes,” he answers immediately, unaware of his tightening grasp on your hair.

With a shy smile, you continue, taking more of him this time and carefully gauging his reactions. You move your head further down, testing your own limits, until you feel like you’re choking. You pull back again, with an embarrassed cough.

“Don’t push yourself,” he says softly, rubbing soothing circles into your neck with his fingers, “Guys can’t actually tell the difference between a regular blowjob and being deep throated, no need to choke yourself.”

“Wait, really?” you ask, resting you bum against your heels.

“You seem so surprised.”

“That’s just so… disappointing,” you crinkle your nose, “Men and porn make deep-throating seem like the end all be all of giving head.”

Levi chuckles in genuine amusement, “Well, it’s not, trust me. If any guy insists on being deep-throated just to cum, he’s a fucking liar. He’s getting off on the submission, not the actual feeling.”

“The submission?”

“Getting someone to be willing to listen to them, telling them what to do, how to please them,” he shrugs, “Makes you feel like you’re in control.”

“And that… that works?”

“Yeah,” Levi says, “But, judging by the tone of your voice, and how willing you were to suck my dick three seconds ago, I’d say the idea of being dominant doesn’t really appeal to you.”

You scrunch your nose again, “Does it appeal to you?”

Levi pauses, thinking over his answer, before giving you a simple, “Yeah. Most of the time.”

“Oh,” you hum, “I… I don’t think I’d like that. I think I’d rather be told what to do, seeing as I don’t really know what I’m doing, anyways.”

“Ironic, considering you’ve never once listened anything I tell you do.”

“I was listening when you told me how to suck your dick,” you correct him, “You seemed to enjoy that.”

Levi pauses with a raised eyebrow. You don’t seem to back down, that matter-of-fact smirk on your face still mocking him. He leans over slowly, using his right hand to guide your head closer to him, and uses his left hand to grab your jaw between his fingers.

“You can be such a fucking brat, you know that,” he all but whispers, pursing your lips together in his hold, “Since you like listening to me so much, then shut up, and we can finish what you started.”

You blink, staring at him with a wide-eyed expression. He’s right that under any other circumstance you’d probably run your mouth off about him telling you what to do. But something about the way he knows what he wants and tells how he wants it makes you listen without an argument.

You nod, slowly wrapping your lips around the tip again, and bobbing along his length. Levi’s breath hitches when you hollow your cheeks slightly, a rough hand pressing down on the back of your neck.

“You’re really—god, okay, you’re good at this, you know,” Levi praises you, letting his right hand resume its position at the back of your neck.

If you had any doubts before about being submissive, the look on Levi’s face seemed to have wiped them away. Watching him throw his head back, his fingers gripping at your nape, his cock in your mouth—pleasing him seemed to be enough to please you, too.

“I wanna make you cum, Levi,” you voice your thoughts, letting a hand lazily jerk him off in the mean time, “Tell me what I have to do to make you cum.”

“If you keep going, I’ll cum,” he answers too quickly, a groan slipping through his words, “Trust me.”

“Come on, Levi,” you push, rolling your thumb over the slit of his dick. It makes him inhale sharply; you’re getting a little too good at that; at all of this. “Can—I mean, do you wanna cum in my mouth?”

“Shit, shit. Don’t say shit like that,” he curses, blunt nails raking and scraping at your scalp, “You don’t have to—I can just—”

“I want you to,” you tell him earnestly, “Please?”

Fuck, he was pretty fucking certain he’d told you to stop saying shit like that. Levi bites the inside of his cheek, paces himself; uses both of his hands to hold your head gently, while you use yours to wrap around his cock.

He grunts with a shake, and rolls his hips up, pushing himself further into your mouth, but not so much as to hurt you. It’s soon after that hot strophes of cum wet your tongue, and Levi lets you lazily jerk him off until you’ve milked his orgasm.

The room is silent save for his low moans and the squeaking of his thighs against the leather couch. When he’s finished, he slouches back, looking at you through hooded eyes, sweaty and panting, when you close your mouth and swallow.

You use your fingers to collect any remaining cum from his softening cock, and hum contented as you put your fingers in your mouth. Levi locks eyes with you again, cheeks flushed as you pull your digits out of your mouth, and he has to grip at his own thigh to gain the self-control to not get hard again.

You’re going to be the fucking death of him some day.

He shakes his head when you move backwards with a cute smile and pulls his boxers up, then his pants as best his can, not bothering to zip them up. When he’s done, you stand to your feet then straddle him on the couch, laughing lowly at his post-orgasm haze.

He doesn’t think twice about the way your hands clasp at the back of his neck, or the way his find their way to rest on your hips. You grab ahold of his jaw with both hands, holding his face in place. He thinks you’re going to lean in, but you don’t; just stay like that, your eyes roaming his glassy eyes.

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me all day?” he questions, lips pulled into a knowing grin.

“Can I?” your question makes him frown in confusion, “Dunno, I heard some guys don’t like that after getting head.”

“Bunch a fuckin pussies,” he grumbles, leaning forward to close the gap between your mouths. He can feel you smile into it, and mimics your grin when you begin to press short, repeated kisses against his lips.

“You’re the best, you know that?”

He laughs when you continue to press quick kisses on his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You kiss him on the cheek, wet and dramatic. “Love you, Levi.”

Your face is right in front of his, but he averts his gaze, a different kind go warmth spreading throughout his chest when you flash a smile at him. He lets you kiss him again, longer this time, but still slow and sweet. He likes the feeling of you resting against him, affection lingering on your tongue when you kiss him.

It’s dangerous, but he likes the way you spark a fire in him. Sweet or sinful, it makes him feel boneless, wanted, loved.

Levi leans forward, rubbing his hands up your sides, and captures your lips in another languid kiss before pulling away to peck the corner of your mouth. “Love you, too.”

And he means it of course, but if Levi thought he had it bad before, he’s in deep shit now.

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Tension

Pairing: Danny Rand x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: What happens when Iron Fist takes an interest in an undercover agent? (I’m so bad at summaries and Titles please forgive me)

A/N: This has been sitting incompleted in my drafts for like months and I finally got the energy and ideas to finish it. I feel accomplished.

It made sense that you and Danny never crossed paths. You were just a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and he was part of the superhero program. Even though you were similar in age, you didn’t attend the same school and you had no skills in common so you never saw each other during training.

You were born into being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, growing up on the Helicarrier and training your entire life to be an undercover agent. You spent your days with different names and different personas, gathering intel and you were more skilled using weapons and gadgets than actual hand-to-hand combat, while he was parading around the city in a spandex suit.

You, of course, had heard of him but only by the name Iron Fist, and you had never seen him in person.

And it would have remained that way if you hadn’t gotten shot on your last mission. Even though it missed anything vital and the surgery had been a success, you were still told not to do anything that might agitate it for the next 3 months.

So, that was how you got transferred from the undercover agent assignments to team strategist department.

“But I don’t want to be in strategies!” You complained, stubbornly following Fury around the Helicarrier as he desperately tried to get away from you.

“Strategies is for boring people! Like Coulson!” You shouted ignoring Coulson’s offended ‘Hey!’, practically throwing a tantrum in the middle of the training room.

“And more importantly, you gave my assignment to that bitch, Lia?! I’ve been gathering contacts for that mission for around a year and you want me to just hand it over to that lazy piece of shit who would rub it in my face even if she never did anything for the mission?!”

That finally made Fury turn around to face you and you sighed in relief, hoping he would at least listen to you.

“Agent Coulson, make sure that every time (Y/N) swears, 50 bucks is cut down from this month’s pay check.”

You threw him a foul glare.

“You will be transferred to strategies in a week—”

“But I don’t want to—”

“Under the superhero programme—”

“Those pyjama freaks—?!”

“End. Of. Discussion.”

You glared at him so coldly, it could have frozen hell over. Your nails were digging painfully into the palm of your hand but you barely felt it through your anger.

You practically growled, pulling out a 50-dollar bill from your pocket and slamming it onto Coulson’s desk.

“MOTHER F—”

***

The first time you met a member of the team wasn’t one that you had expected. It was a month and a half into your recovery and you had written numerous mission reports on behalf of them and reset the programming of their training bots after each practice session but you still hadn’t met any of them.

The time you were taking to recover was driving you crazy. It made you feel weak. 2 months ago, you were in Barcelona, undercover as an underaged bartender for a mafia gang and now you were going to physiotherapy every week.

Since you were young and Fury didn’t want to take the change of you permanently injuring yourself, he was being very strict about what you could do, he basically confined you to a desk job for the next 2 months.

It was driving you mad.

So, one day when everyone was asleep, you snuck into the training area to practice shooting which you were sure had gone a little rusty since the accident. Nothing a little practice couldn’t help.

You picked up your favourite gun, smiling at the familiarity in your hand, loading it and clicking the safety off before pointing at the target and shooting.

The next thing you felt was excruciating pain. So painful that you were on the floor, pressing your forehead against the cold metal, wondering why this was happening to you.

The rebound of the gun had been too powerful for your arm to take. You felt your injury pull suddenly and you couldn’t think of anything other than the blinding pain as you cried on the floor. Feeling utterly helpless.

“Hello?”

You started, teary eyes getting wide at the sight of a blonde by the door. You had to wipe your eyes for your vision to focus, grunting in pain as you raised your arms again.

You recognized Iron Fist. You had been seeing footage of him and his team members for the last few weeks and writing mission reports about him but seeing him in person was a different feeling.

You hid your face, pulling your knees to your chest, hoping he would leave.

“I heard a gunshot.”

“Yeah,” Your voice cracked embarrassingly, “That was me.”

“Everything alright?” He came closer to you, standing a foot away from you and you shook your head no.

In all honesty, you wanted to get off the floor and go back to bed, but your arm burned so painfully you were scared to move it again.

“Here, let me help.”

You froze, but still let him raise his hand towards you. You saw his palm light up before he pressed it to your shoulder and you whimpered, shuffling away from him but he continued to apply a gentle pressure.

Soon you felt the pain get better, it slowly reduced to a dull buzz.

“H-How did you do that?” You asked, turning to him with wide eyes and he chuckled, seeing the childish wonderment. You clearly had never seen him in person before even if he had seen you.

Danny noticed you the day he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. You were returning from yet another mission and the soft blue dress you were wearing among armoured soldiers was hard to miss when he passed the debriefing room. Immediately, he stopped to peer inside.

The contrast between the soft summer dress and your cold, professional expressions sent a shiver down his spine. You looked so untouchable. However, he noticed the blush on your face when the agents complimented you and felt his heart flutter.

He had seen your road to recovery, he noticed you falling asleep at your desk every day, constantly doing work because you had nothing else to do and he wondered if it would be weird if he asked you to lunch sometime. For your sake, of course.

Looking at you curled up on the ground, he had wished he had done it sooner.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself before you’re ready.” He muttered, feeling tongue tied next to the girl he had been infatuated with from a distance.

You could only nod. This whole-time people had been telling you the same thing and you always retorted with confidence, saying that you were as good as ready to get back on the field. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought they were right.

“I’m Iron Fist.”

“(Y/N).”

“I know.” His answer came a little too fast and had you raising a brow. Danny wished he adorned a mask to cover the whole of his face like Spiderman when he felt his cheeks becoming warm, “You write our mission reports. I’m not creepy, I swear.”

You chuckled airily, turning back to the gun that was left on the ground and you pulled it back into your hand before clicking the safety back on before chucking it across the room.

“Thanks for helping me.”

“I’m glad I was there to help.”

***

After your first meeting, you found him approaching you more often after training. At first it was just ‘hello’s and ‘goodbyes. Then he began asking about your day and you gave him mundane responses before you were forced to ask him how his day was.

Then he started coming early before his training with a cup of tea for you, though it was sometimes juice, sometimes hot cocoa.

Then he started staying late after training and you would give him a bottle of water and complain about him being sweaty.

It was an unlikely friendship but nonetheless, you got closer as the days passed by and once you did, it didn’t take long for you to meet the rest of the team. They kept you company and you grew fond of the rest of them; however, it wasn’t the same way that you felt with Iron Fist.

Your crush on Iron Fist snuck up on you when you were least expecting it but once you realized it you couldn’t stop yourself from falling hard and deep. Still, you continued to hang out with him, pushing down the butterflies whenever he smiled and stopping yourself from grinning too wide whenever you were around him.

You tried to keep your relationship platonic, not wanting to get caught up in it because it was unprofessional. You didn’t even know his identity and you didn’t want to find out. You were afraid that once he revealed that part of his life to you there was no going back on your love for him.

So, you stayed friends, good friends.

***

“So, it all blew up in her face? Huh, I should say I’m surprised but I’m really not.” You said, sighing when Fury handed you the mission file that you had been working on for a year before handing it off to another agent.

“You get to relieve her of her duties and start working again. Effective as of next week.”

You were grinning now. The doctor had given you the all clear a month ago and you had been waiting for a mission to be handed off to you but it had been a quiet month, with no need for undercover or even recon missions.

To get back the mission that you lost when you got shot seemed like the best one to start off again, and you thought your day couldn’t get any better but it seemed like you were having an incredibly good day.

As soon as you exited the room, there stood Iron Fist in all his glory and your excitement got better of you. You bolted right into his arms, catching him off guard with a hug.

“Woah, did something happen?” He asked curiously but still wrapped his arms around you to return the hug. You pulled away, flashing him the mission file in your hand and grinned brightly.

“I finally got cleared for a mission!”

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you! I’m so excited! I have to go and prepare right away!”

“Wha—Right now?” He asked and you nodded frantically, “I’m off in about a week, lots to prepare before that.”

“Well, how long is it going to take?”

“Not sure, oooh, maybe I’ll get relocated someplace cool like Dubai or India or something.”

He didn’t seem to share your enthusiasm but just chuckled in a dejected sort of manner before nodding his head, “Maybe.”

***

“Partner? Fury, I don’t do partners. I am a single lady and would like to stay that way.”

He just sighed, used to your temper tantrums. Though he was honestly wishing he had a mute button on you. You were like the daughter he never wanted. Usually, he maintained a professional relationship with all the other agents but you were like the gem of the department.

Being one of the youngest and most capable of the agents was a reason for many of the older ones to fawn over you. I mean let’s be honest, a baby who can kick ass was adorable!

That always made you more outrageous than the other agents, letting yourself have the temper tantrums and choosing not to be a stiff, boring agent. You knew just how to push Fury to get what you wanted.

“The mission is to go to a socialite party and while you have the skills, you don’t have the contact.”

“That hasn’t stopped me before—”

“We need someone that has the last name to get you in. Besides, after last time, another agent looking after you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

Your face fell and Fury knew he made a mistake in choosing his words. Your lip quivered slightly and he heard an agent tut disapprovingly at him and mentally sighed.

“That wasn’t my fault...” You said softly, your voice seemed thick and he knew one wrong move could possibly break the floodgate. He sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “I know that. But we just want you to be safe. Just in case something goes wrong again, so this time somebody can have your back.”

You nodded sadly, lips in a small pout and eyebrows furrowed. Somewhere in the background he heard another agent whispering to another that Fury was trying to make you cry and felt his eye twitch.

“No one blames you for what happened.”

You nodded wordlessly again, still frowning.

“Tell you what, because it’s your first mission back, you get a higher budget for it.” That was it. Your face brightened like the sun and you giggled childishly, sending him a mischievous smirk as you thanked him.

You disappeared before he could even scold you and Fury then heard the rest of the agents burst into laughter about how you managed to play him.

Again.

***

“Daniel Rand.” You mumbled, looking over the case file. Apparently, he would be your partner for today but it was odd that you never heard of him before. It took you a very short time going through the S.H.I.E.L.D. database to find his name.

‘Daniel Rand, a.k.a. Iron Fist.’

‘WHAT?!’

Daniel Rand? The blond aristocrat that looked like he was picked out of your wildest dreams. With a face that could break hearts and make knees weak, was the confidant and friend that you had been crushing on for weeks now?

Wow, he definitely had a face to match.

Without realizing, you had been staring at his picture for about 5 minutes, fawning over his sharp jaw and deep green eyes with a ridiculous love-sick smile on your face, with your heart fluttering in your chest.

‘God, please, like me.’ You said in your head. So far you had sort of a flirtationship going on with Iron Fist but you wondered if it was the same for Danny. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would intentionally lead you on, but now that you were seeing his face, you realized just how little you knew about him.

He probably had a life of his own and you took up only a sliver of it. Being an agent, you didn’t leave the Helicarrier very often, and you certainly didn’t have too many very friends. You never really realized how much you were missing until you got shot.

Iron Fist, well Daniel, filled the void you felt during your time off but it was also very possible that he didn’t feel the same way, that you were just someone he spent time with to get over his boredom.

Maybe tonight would be the time to change that.

The mission was supposed to take place today, so you woke up bright and early to finish up some things. Go over case files, do a weapon check and pick out your outfit. You were supposed to wear something that would catch people’s attention. And in the back of your head, you also wanted to blow Daniel’s mind right out of his skull.

Red seemed like it would make a statement. So would a bodycon, or maybe a long dress with a high slit. You wanted to go all out for your first mission in months. Maybe even get a few jaw drops.

Finally deciding on an outfit, you quickly texted Daniel.

‘Wear (F/C).’

***

“This guy is coming right?” You asked, bored. You had been ready for about 15 minutes now, looking like you were dripping diamonds and lounging comfortably in Fury’s seat, with your legs thrown over the armrest.

“He’ll be here any minute now.” Said Coulson, checking his phone.

You rolled your eyes, “Why do I feel like this is one of those movie moments where the girl comes down the stairs and the guy is just staring at her with a jaw drop. Or like when the bride walks down the aisle and the groom bursts into tears.”

You sighed, checking your watch again. 20 minutes.

“For someone making me wait this long, he better be so good looking that it makes me cry.”

“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”

The new voice certainly turned a few heads and there stood Daniel Rand. The pictures online really did him no justice. Sure, you didn’t cry, but your eyes definitely didn’t feel worthy to be looking something so pretty in the eye.

Before you could help it, a ‘wow’ slipped past your lips and he blushed, having heard you. Wow, he was cute inside and out. Unfortunately, Coulson had to come in where he wasn’t wanted and suggested a quick briefing which you had to agree to.

In the middle of the briefing, Coulson handed you a ring box and you raised a brow, “I’m a little young for you, don’t you think?”

He let out an irritated sigh but you noticed the tips of his ears turn red from embarrassment, “You’re posing as his fiancé. You need an engagement ring to match.”

“Shouldn’t he be getting on his knee then?” You joked, gaping at the size of the diamond for a second before slipping it on, completely missing the way Danny got redder at your teasing, “Wow, it suits me so well one would think I was made to be a socialite’s fiancé.”

Danny didn’t say anything and you brushed it off, putting him off as the shy but cute bookworm who would come through in a difficult situation. As soon as the thought came to mind, you facepalmed. All it took was one good looking guy to mess up your work habits.

“Well, come on honey, we have a party to get to.” You called out teasingly and handed him the keys to the car before strutting to the garages.

Coulson clapped him on the back with a small smirk on his face, “Good luck, honey.”

***

It didn’t take much effort to meet your contact in the party and you quickly left Danny’s side to discreetly to get any information he could pass to you. You quietly chatted with the contact.

Behind you, you vaguely heard a bunch of girls flock around him, giggling shrilly and trying to flirt with him. You resisted rolling your eyes. You had on an engagement ring but Danny’s finger was still bare and even though he might have announced being taken to them, apparently it was necessary for a ring to show his commitment. Something told you that even if he got it tattooed on his forehead, people would still try to flirt with him.

He just had one of those faces. Those faces that made people lose all reason. I mean, you’re slightly annoyed at the girls that have no moral and are shamelessly throwing themselves at him. But really, can you blame them?

Danny was gorgeous. He looked like a Greek Adonis that was sent down from the heavens to grace your eyes. Honestly, you couldn’t take your eyes off him while the two of you were driving down to the party.

Seeing them get handsy was more irritating than It usually would be. As annoying as it was to see these women through all their morals out the window and try and get a taken man to reciprocate their advances, it was more annoying to see them gawk over the guy you were crushing on.

A part of you wanted to just leave him in the car and not have anybody look at him.

But to keep your crush a secret, you maintained your distance from him, talking to the contact in a mixture of different languages so no one would be able to understand. Once you were done, you opted for getting a drink until you saw the pleading look on his face and almost felt bad.

So, you sauntered over to him, cutting right through the throng of girls, disgusted to see that some of them had wedding rings on, right to Danny’s side, snaking an arm around his waist and placing your hand underneath on his chest, giving him a sweet smile.

The shiny engagement ring on your finger caught their attention and they frowned, reminded that they were allowed to look, but not to touch.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” You said, syrupy sweet and loud enough for the girls to hear before turning to them with a charming smile, “I hope my fiancé wasn’t too short with you girls today, he’s very stressed lately, with the wedding planning and all.”

Their faces fell further when you leaned into him and they could all recognize the possessive glint in your eyes. A look that said, I saw you trying to get your hands on something that was mine, you vultures.

The left you two quickly after that, resorting to go gossip in some corner. You wondered if they were snivelling about you but then realized that you shouldn’t be too cocky.

Instead, you turned your unamused gaze to your ‘fiancé’, pulling away from him with a frown.

“I’m assuming that you haven’t come here to flirt with someone else’s wife.”

“I wasn’t flirting though...” He replied innocently and you pursed your lips, resisting the urge to scowl at him. Instead, you just sighed and turned away from him, keeping an eye on the rest of the guests.

If what you were told is true, then someone is going to attempt an assassination on your contact and it was your job to protect him. However, you were distracted once more when he placed a hand on your waist.

You meant to turn around and ask him what he was doing but his grip was strong and he then pressed his lips to your ear. You froze, neck getting uncomfortably hot.

“At the entrance to the foyer.” He mumbled, looking into the mirror that was facing the entrance. Sure, enough you saw it too, the glint that came from the shadows. Someone was there.

The two of you still managed to stay inconspicuous, pretending like you were a couple in love. You turned to him with a smirk, hand going to your thigh where a gun was holstered.

“What do you say about getting out of here?”

With a hand around your waist, he led you to the other end of the room. Just as you expected, a waiter came up to you, trying to guide you elsewhere and you realized that both exits were covered. Grinning up at him, you asked him where the restroom was, giggling in a way that suggested something and he showed you up to the staircase to a hallway.

Some of the older couples gave you knowing smiles while some of them passed disgusted glances as you made your way to the bathroom that for some reason had a couch in it. Damn, rich people.

You pulled up a schematic of the house, along with security cameras and looked figured out that each one of the exits were covered. Quickly making a plan with Danny, the two of you were about to exit again when you stopped him

You reached up and raked your fingers through his hair, dishevelling it a little before messing up his collar and slightly untucking his shirt. Taking a step back to admire your handiwork, you stopped for a second.

Something was missing.

It quickly occurred to you and you used your thumb to ruin your lipstick a little before smearing it at the base of his neck, “That should be convincing enough. Don’t you think?”

You didn’t give him a moment to answer, not that he even could, with you so close that he could smell your perfume and the scent made him feel dizzy. You pulled away to mess up your own hair and dress.

“How do I look?”

“Dishevelled.”

“Excellent.”

***

“Mission successful, assassination attempt was unsuccessful, contact is safe and being placed into witness protection, assassinators are in custody for questioning. Report 291220. Agent 290803. Phase Beta successful.” You reported into the com set.

Danny was quiet beside you, choosing to pay attention to the road while you deactivated your gadgets for the night. A quick glance from the corner of your eyes made your heart speed up just a little. He was doing that thing where he drove with just one arm.

“You know...” You started, clicking the safety on your gun, avoiding his eyes, “We don’t have to go back to HQ right now? We can get some dinner or something? In the mood for a veggie burger?”

“Is this meant to be platonic?”

“It’s meant to be a date.” You commented. His jaw tightened slightly and you raised a brow at him, did you really make him so uncomfortable?

“I thought you were in a relationship.”

“What?”

“Iron Fist. You like him, don’t you?”

An amused chuckle left you. Of course. He didn’t know you were aware of his secret. Resisting the urge to laugh at him, you shot him a smirk, leaning against your arm.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Danny’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. He didn’t look at you, instead staring at the road with a steely gaze and for a second you wondered if you shouldn’t have pushed him.

“It’s a little hypocritical of you to nag me for not being loyal in a fake engagement and then going behind Iron Fist’s back, don’t you think?”

His voice was tight and he was gritting his teeth as he talked to you. You sighed, not wanting to upset him, “Not when you’re the same person.”

He jerked.

“Woah! Drive straight dude!”

“You knew?”

You snorted, “Pretty much, yeah. And since when are we in a relationship? I don’t remember you ever asking me out?”

His cheeks coloured, embarrassed and he looked away from your gaze, “I was planning to.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You continued in a comfortable silence while he drove. You weren’t really paying attention to where he was driving, choosing to look at him with a small smile. He really was beautiful. Judging by his red ears, he was well aware of your staring.

Eventually, he pulled into a parking space and you were mildly surprised to see he had driven you to a McDonalds. You grinned at him and he returned the smile, getting out of the car to open your door before taking your hand.

“You owe me a date.”

You sent him a soft smile, curling your finger underneath his chin before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He returned it immediately, slightly pushing you onto the car door and gripping your hips. You pulled away, giggling when you realized some of your lipstick was now staining his.

Chuckling, you leaned up until your lips were brushing against his ear, “Hey genius, you still haven’t asked me out yet.”

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timothyjimothy74 · 4 years

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Great - Quinn Hughes ft. Brady Tkachuk and Matthew Tkachuk

A/N: I recently fell in love with Quinn Hughes and had to write for him, but I couldn’t leave my favorite boys out.

Summary: Y/N has been best friends with the Tkachuks for as long as she can remember. When Quinn Hughes surprises Brady in St. Louis, old feelings come tp the surface.

Word count: ~2.2k

It was going to be a typical offseason Saturday night spent watching movies and hanging out with her best friends Brady, Matthew, Taryn and Brady’s girlfriend Emma. At least that’s what Y/N thought.

They’d all been back in St. Louis for a few weeks now and Y/N had spent as many days as she could at the Tkachuk house. She was glad to be back for the summer and even happier to finally have another girl around. With her, Taryn and Emma, they finally outnumbered the boys, at least while her brother was away taking summer classes.

Y/N grew up with the Tkachuks. Her twin brother Alex used to play hockey with Brady and she and Taryn would always play games together in the stands during their games. Brady would come out to the stands after his game to watch his older brother Matthew play. But he always wound up playing with Y/N and Taryn more than watching Matthew. Alex would come out and play with them too.

It didn’t take long for Brady and Taryn to beg their parents to hang out with Y/N and Alex outside of the rink. Soon enough, the families were inseparable. Even though Matthew was older than all of the other kids, even he had fun hanging out and making fun of them constantly.

Even when the boys’ hockey careers took off and Y/N and Alex went away to college, they all remained close. They’d been best friends since those early mornings in the rink and they always would be even though Y/N really wanted to kill Brady and Matthew right now.

She showed up to the Tkachuk house and saw a bunch of cars parked outside it and music blasting. Y/N would usually never turn down a party, but this time, she wasn’t dressed for one because they hadn’t told her they were having one.

She sent a quick, “SOS” text to Taryn and hoped she was here and that she could help with her current leggings and hoodie situation.

Sure enough, Taryn was at her car in a few minutes.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s the matter?” Taryn asked.

“I thought we were having a movie night tonight?” Y/N asked.

Taryn laughed. “The boys are such idiots. They didn’t tell you they were throwing a party for Quinn?”

“Quinn Hughes? Brady’s old teammate?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah. He surprised them by coming into town today so the boys threw him a party. I think they just used any excuse they could find to throw a party, but I’m not going to complain. Did they seriously not tell you?” Taryn was confused Y/N didn’t already know all this.

“No, I guess they didn’t want me to come. Maybe I should just head home,” Y/N said, looking down at her feet.

“Hey, Y/N/N, that’s not true. They’re just idiots. Here’s idiot Number 2. Ask him yourself,” she said as Brady ran up to her car.

“Y/N! What are you doing? Come inside and party with us!” Brady shouted with a drink in his hand.

“I’m not dressed for a party because you failed to tell me about it,” Y/N said as she scrunched up her face at him.

“What are you talking about? Matthew said he would text you and tell you about the change of plans!” Brady yelled again.

“Trusting Matthew to remember to do anything was your first mistake, you idiot,” Taryn said as she slapped the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N. Please come inside and hang out with us. I want you to meet Quinn!” Brady shouted again.

“Okay, first of all, please stop shouting. You’re murdering my eardrum. Second, I met Quinn at your draft. Third, what part of I am dressed like a hobo do you not understand?!” Y/N said as she purposely hit her head on the steering wheel.

“You talked to him for like two seconds. I need my best friends to be best friends! I think you look fine, but have Taryn get you something to wear if it’s such a big deal!” Brady shouted again.

Y/N looked at Taryn helplessly. “Wow, the dumbass actually had a good idea for once,” she laughed as Brady sighed dramatically. “Come on, I’ll sneak you to my room and we can get you something to wear.”

“See you guys soon! I’ll tell Quinny you’re here, Y/N!” Brady yelled again.

“Great,” Y/N mumbled under her breath.

Taryn chuckled but didn’t say anything as they snuck around to the deserted side of the house, went up the stairs and found Taryn’s room. Y/N dramatically flopped onto Taryn’s bed face first.

Taryn laughed. “What’s the deal with you and Hughes? Don’t think I didn’t hear that comment you made earlier.”

Y/N flipped to her side so she was facing Taryn. “I used to have a crush on him…” Y/N whispered.

“What?? When? I thought you guys only met at the draft.” Taryn squealed excitedly, flopping on the bed next to her.

“We did, but when he and Brady lived together, Brady would facetime me after their games and tell me how they went but he would always fall asleep. When he fell asleep, Quinn would take the phone and we would talk,” Y/N exclaimed.

Taryn’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. “What would you talk about?”

“Lots of stuff. Hockey mostly. But I would tell him embarrassing stories about Brady as a kid. We talked about our dreams for the future and random stuff,” Y/N said. “I could never go visit then because I was so busy with school and work so we didn’t meet until the draft. It’s so weird. We never exchanged numbers or anything, we only talked over Facetime on Brady’s phone, but I liked him so much. And I couldn’t even find the courage to tell Brady because I thought he would be mad.”

“We have to find you a bomb outfit to impress him then,” Taryn smiled knowingly at Y/N as she got up and looked through her closet.

“We haven’t talked in years. And he was so busy at the draft that I only got a few seconds with him. He probably doesn’t even remember me,” Y/N sighed.

Taryn reached over and grabbed a pillow and hit Y/N in the head with it. “Don’t be as big of an idiot as my brothers. He definitely remembers you and you’re going to impress him in this,” Taryn said as she pulled out a blue body suit, black mini skirt and air force one’s from her closet. “Now hurry up and change so I can see how it looks.”

Y/N did as she was told. Luckily for her, she was short for her age so Taryn’s clothes still fit her. Once she was dressed, she silently thanked herself for putting on makeup today, took her hair down from its bun and stared at herself. Her hair was perfectly wavy and she looked good.

Taryn whistled. “Alright, now let’s go downstairs, lover girl.”

As Taryn led the way downstairs, Y/N found herself growing more and more nervous. She’d kept up with Quinn’s hockey career through the years so she knew he had matured since the last time she’d seen him, but what if he looked different than how she remembered him? Yeah, she was going to need a drink if she was going to see Quinn.

As soon as they arrived downstairs, Y/N made a beeline for the kitchen without even looking at anyone.

“Well well well, look who’s finally here.” Matthew chuckled. “Drink?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yes please. It’s your fault I’m late. You didn’t tell me you guys were having a party.”

Matthew stopped pouring her drink and looked at her. “Brady said he was going to tell you.”

“Well, he didn’t and he just told me you said you were going to tell me,” Y/N sighed. “I’ll take that drink anytime.”

Matthew handed Y/N a drink. “I swear he said he was going to tell you. I should’ve double checked, though. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” he asked as he pouted at her.

“I guess. Thanks for the drink,” Y/N smiled as she turned to go find Taryn and Emma.

Emma spotted her from across the room, waived her over and hugged her. “Hey, Y/N! Taryn told me what happened. Sorry about the boys.”

Y/N looked back and forth between Emma and Taryn. “Do you guys know something you’re not telling me? Because Brady told me Matthew was going to tell me about the party, but Matthew just told me Brady said he was going to tell me. They’re acting weird.”

Before either girl could respond, Y/N heard a familiar voice behind her. “Who’s acting weird?”

Y/N turned around to see a more grown up version of the kid she used to share her dreams of the future with. He was smiling at her and she couldn’t help but smile back. Y/N turned quickly around to send Emma and Taryn looks of panic, but they had disappeared. She was all by herself on this one. Great.

Y/N turned back to Quinn. “Brady and Matthew as usual. Long time no see, Hughes.”

“Too long if you ask me. You look great, Y/N,” Quinn said. He smiled as he looked her up and down. Was he checking her out?

Y/N looked him up and down quickly. “You look great too,” she smiled back at him.

“You wanna get some air? It’s a little stuffy in here?” Quinn looked at her hopefully.

Y/N nodded and led him out to the front porch swing.

They sat down facing each other and let a comfortable silence fill the air, but Y/N couldn’t help herself.

“It’s weird isn’t it? Actually being around each other and not talking over Facetime?” she asked.

“Weird, but nice,” Quinn replied.

“Definitely nice,” Y/N agreed. She was glad they were sitting in the dark otherwise she’s sure he would have been able to see her blush. “I remember us talking about all of our hopes and dreams for the future and all you could talk about was how you wanted to make the NHL so badly. You really made your dream come true. I’m proud of you.”

Quinn laughed. “Thanks, Y/N. There was one dream of mine I didn’t tell you about, though.”

“You were holding out on me? What was your other dream?” Y/N asked.

“I always dreamed of being with you. I know we only met briefly, but I really felt like I knew you through those FaceTime calls. I had a huge crush on you,” he admitted.

It was Y/N’s turn to laugh. Before she could even reply, Quinn was talking again. “You’re so mean, I can’t believe you’re laughing at me. I just poured my heart out to you.”

Y/N reached over and put her hand on his leg to try to get him to calm down. “Quit being dramatic. I was actually laughing at myself because I had a huge crush on you too and I was convinced you didn’t even remember me.”

“How could I not remember you? You’re the only girl I’ve ever told all my dreams to,” Quinn said. He placed his hand on top of her hand.

“Well in my defense, I didn’t know that until just now. Let’s keep up the tradition, though. What are your dreams right now?” Y/N asked.

“That’s easy. You. To get to know you again, to be with you, to share a life with you,” Quinn spoke so softly he was almost whispering. “Your turn,” he said smiling at her.

Between the alcohol and the way he was looking at Y/N, her cheeks were on fire. “Well, my number one dream is to get to kiss the Stanley Cup one day, but you’re a really close second,” Y/N laughed and Quinn joined her. “But seriously, I really do want all of that with you too.”

“Well, when I win the Stanley Cup, I promise you can kiss it. In the meantime, kissing me will have to do,” Quinn joked.

“Wait, you know you’re the real prize, not the Stanley Cup, right? Because that was mostly a joke, I-“

But Quinn leaned in and kissed her before she could finish her rambling. They got so lost in each other that they didn’t notice right away when Brady came running out of the house and started shouting again.

“Y/N! Now are you happy I didn’t tell you about the party? When Quinn told me about your little Facetime dates, I thought you would be too nervous to come if I told you he was here so I left that out!” Brady shouted and grinned at Y/N, clearly proud of himself.

Y/N turned back to Quinn. “You wanted to be with me so badly that you asked for this weirdo’s help?”

They both laughed, while Brady put his hands on his hips and threw his hands up in the air. “Great, just what I need! You two to team up and make fun of me!”

Y/N and Quinn looked at each other and smiled. “Great!” they said together.

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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That G-D Ring of Yours

High Fidelity’s Robyn Brooks X Female reader

Summary: You seek comfort from your neighbor Rob

Masterlist

There's probably gonna be a part 2

Word count: 2.5k words

Warning(s): +15 | implied cheating, internalized homophobia, heterosexism, author and Rob swearing, no hate to polyamorists but major hate to bad faith players, shameless self insert, no beta, barely edited, long as fuck I'm so sorry

Author's note: I'm having anxiety for no discernable reason and my brain has decided this is ideal fuel for a fic, so please enjoy. EDIT: ha ha yeah still anxious but we're doing stuff about it

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"-- And she just touched my hand by accident and I just felt this– this spark between us…"

It was so sweet how he was talking about it. Or at least it would be were this not your fiancé explaining how he had been seeing another person behind your back. Had you rushed into things with him? Gotten hitched after three months because of familial pressure to settle down and start your family? Quite possibly.

But it didn't make that stabbing in your gut hurt any less.

You had been a little gung-ho from date number 1, but he had been right there with you the whole time. Date number 2 happened the following weekend and then you just kept seeing each other more and more until before you knew it you had been introduced to each other's extended families and announced your engagement on Valentine's Day.

You started to suspect something was amiss on Sunday, when you were braiding your hair on the bed and he had gone to take a shower. He accidentally set his phone screen aside with a text chat still open. Thinking nothing of it (he had already told you he was talking to Mark about getting drinks tonight), you looked at the name and saw it belonged to a woman you had never heard of before. Your immediate reaction was 'she must be a new coworker or a cousin,' but then you glanced again and saw the text conversation mirrored the same kind of ‘sentiments’ he texts you.

The dirt burned into your brain for eternity:

You had looked away then. You were actually not going to say anything at all to him that night– had planned to bring it up after Tuesday dinner with your auntie's family, but something came up. It turns out that Jessabelle also frequented the same Starbucks as you (and she's your age, not a teen like you worried). You can't even find it in you to be mad at her since it seemed like she had no idea who you were when she showed you the picture of her date at a baseball game. You tried not to puke as you asked for her number and to send her that picture "for her contact profile."

You hadn't heard a word your fiance had said since the beginning of the phone call and you cut him off with some excuse you barely remember. You tossed your phone carelessly onto the couch and laid back on the cushions in defeat. What now?

You weren't really a drinker or a smoker, and you didn't exactly have friends who would be supportive right now. You could hear them now, your family too– asking you what you did wrong, telling you to just forgive him or how to get even, or simply saying 'well what do you expect? Boys will be boys.'

Maybe… no, you definitely need to get this off your chest before you do something stupid like pretend to forget about it. You had a bad habit of that because you tend to fall fast and hard. Perhaps your neighbor could give you some advice.

Thank the Lord for fire escapes. Rob lived on the floor beneath you, always playing something good from her huge collection of vinyl records. You've told her at least a hundred times before if she played nothing but Phil Collins for the rest of eternity, you could die happy. You crossed your fingers and hoped you weren't being weird or invading her privacy.

Thankfully, she seemed to be expecting you. She even motioned that the latch was undone and waved you inside. Ok the second wine glass made your face grow hot.

"I'm not interrupting am I?"

Rob gave you a warm smile. "I could hear you pacing around your kitchen for about an hour. Was about to come and get you actually."

She pressed the glass into your hand and you made an effort not to grimace. Rob liked her drinks cheap and strong and she never held back. You tried a sip just to be polite, and she snorted at the face you pulled.

"That's right, you like that sweet stuff. What's it called again?"

"Stella Rosa," you mumbled, grateful when she takes the glass back and hands you a water to replace it.

"Favorite flavor," she asked looking at her phone.

"Uh… the peach and the rosé. They're all pretty good, not gonna lie."

"OK, take this, grab a blanket from the hall closet, and tell me what's going on."

You curled up on Rob's couch and put your feet up. There were piles of records all over the place, empty beer cans and a pizza box or two on the coffee table. Your neighbor tapped away at her phone screen before silencing it and slipping it in her back pocket. She gave you a minute or two to speak up, sipping her drink like you two had all night. Which actually you did as you did not want to see your fiancé right now.

You felt two fingers gently tap your forehead. "Come on, dreamer, tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I feel a little over dramatic saying my life is about to fall apart."

Rob raised her eyebrows at you. "Damn, OK."

You rush to correct yourself– explain your weird sentiment in more detail but you end up just vomiting words until your voice is hoarse.

"I mean– like– like it's not falling apart per say or whatever– I… the rest of my life is fine its just my relationship that's screwed. Which I guess I'm more worried about because it's gonna screw up all my other relationships for a while too– dang it, let me start over–"

"Babe! Slow down. Breathe." Rob switched drinks with you and against your better judgement you took a sip. Oddly enough it did calm you down. "So… it's your fiancé, right? What did he do?"

You stared at her trying to unscramble your thoughts. "He… I found out he was kind of... dating another person. After I found out, he tried to explain that he didn't think I would mind–"

Rob barked, "let me guess: he didn't think you were exclusive? Pull the Main Chick, Side Chick schtick? Tried to claim 'polyamory' after he got caught?"

Two and two clicked together at last. "Yeah… yeah, he did!," you scoffed, "and it's not like it didn't ever come up in conversation: we spent our third date talking out our, like, sexualities and fantasies and fetishes and shit. If he was polyamorous, wh- why wouldn't he have brought it up then?"

"That is so fucked."

You took a deeper draft of her wine, coughing before setting it aside. Up until now, you've been numb. Now there's this wave of anger boiling up to the surface and you hear yourself getting louder. Rob doesn't flinch but she does give you this look of empathy unlike anything you've seen before.

"If he– if he would have just asked me, I would have told him it was fine. My family does shit like that all the time: nobody bats an eye! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, he wouldn't have been so freaking sneaky about it. He literally lied, Robyn!"

You whipped around and for a brief moment you knew you looked crazy. "He said he was going out for drinks with his guy friend, but he was making plans to go to a baseball game with a girl I've never heard of! If he really thought I wouldn't mind, or if he 'thought I would understand,' then why would go out of his way to lie about who he was with?"

Someone buzzed Rob's door and she left you on the couch momentarily, coming back quickly with two bottles of your favorite wine. "Damn girl, these are kinda bougie: Peach or Rosé?"

"I--"you choked, "Robyn you didn't have to–"

"Peach it is!" She unscrewed the caps and handed you the whole freaking bottle of white, downing the last of her merlot and getting a fresh glass for you.

You felt a little guilty she had spent money on you. But then again it had been her choice. If she didn't want you there, Rob wouldn't have let you in in the first place. Maybe you were just a tinsy bit worried you shouldn't be here.

You and Rob took a break from talking to put on music and get a little tipsy. It came much easier with the help of the Stella Rosa, though Rob initially complained it was 5.5%, she did get accustomed to the sweetness pretty fast, and after consuming half the bottle, realized it was a little easier to get carried away with a drink like this. She admitted it was her first time trying rosé and now she was hooked. Eventually you started talking again, just spilling your guts out with no filter anymore.

"I really think I just hate myself," you said cuddling the cool glassware. "When I found out, I wasn't even thinking of it as a betrayal of my trust– it felt like I was trying to come to terms with it so I could continue with the relationship. Not because it would make me happy but because… I don't know… it's what everybody else wants me to do. They don't even know about it and I was fully prepared not to tell them even though they'd want me to marry him whether they knew or not."

Rob barked a laugh of surprise. "Doh-K!"

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing…" she said, "keep going."

You stared off into the middle distance and leaned into her side. She was a tiny bit warm despite her lithe figure. Made you want to throw your blanket over her shoulders and share your greater warmth.

So you did (you're not great at acting out your desires but this is nice!)

"It's just easier," the words left your mouth unbidden, "I don't even know what that means, but it's true. I don't want to marry him anymore but I don't want to break it off. Not marrying Fiancé means disappointing my family. It means having to find an entire new man to marry sooner rather than later because I'm already 'behind' and lowering my already low expectations.

"It's not gonna make me happy, but I just think it's easier to keep this wedding going because at least I won't have to find somebody new who might not be as good for me just because I didn't want him. Another man won't make me happy so there's no reason to drop him... except that I don't want him."

Rob's brow furrowed. "Are you saying it's easier for you to please your family than it is to be happy?"

"Yes? I– no, I– … I don't know," you sigh. "I guess you could say my priorities are a little… mismanaged."

"Sure, you could say that." Rob wrapped her arms around your shoulders and you inhaled the scent of her soap and cigarettes. "What if you tried… like… not doing that anymore...? You just said you do whatever your family wants you to do. So, just like do what makes you happy for a change."

It really does sound so simple the way she puts it, doesn't it? Why are you doing this to yourself? You're not dependent on them for money or security or happiness for that matter. So... why has your whole life been centered around pleasing them?

"I think… I think I've never really sat down and thought about what makes me happy," you admitted. "I think it's just been that way forever and I might have been too scared to try anything else."

Rob hummed. "Are you still scared now?"

Are you? You look into her eyes and ask yourself a question that has never crossed your mind with such depth. You used to be scared– but what is it about your happiness that you are so afraid of? OK, let’s start a little simpler: what are things that make you happy?

“I like…” you swallowed, trying to break down the barriers you’ve built years and years ago. “I like… coffee. I like… short skirts. I like… girls– I like… my job. I like… music. I think I’d enjoy camping, you know, some day…”

Your words… these things seemed so arbitrary and trivial. But in your house, these things cause dissent. “My family has an opinion about everything. There’s no right way to live in all of their eyes, but I think I figured out a way to get past it. Keep my head down and do what’s expected of me. Graduate college, get a respectable job, find a man to marry, drop the job and become a mother. Just… don’t make waves. It seemed better because the cousins who didn’t or couldn’t… well they became the butt of every joke at the family dinner. Lisa had one miscarriage so she was a ‘failure’ and Don never dated girls so he was gay and that was ‘bad,’ but grandma Zelda did everything a good Christian woman could do and they still gossiped about her behind her back…

“And I just… I just let their ignorance control me for my entire life.” God, you could cry right now, but somehow it just felt too good to say it outloud. “That.. that is so fucked.”

Robyn snorted, and you turned to her as if you’d forgotten she was there. There it was again, that sympathy. Not pity, she did not burden you with tears of her own or try to be angry for you. She just listened and understood. You twisted the diamond encrusted ring on your finger and stared at her. You felt it, that feeling in your heart. No one else had given you that look, like she could really see you.

“You’re not going back to Fiancé, are you?” Her question was equal parts worrisome and hopeful and you already knew the answer in your heart.

“No.”

And that was it. Decision made. Actually easier than you'd thought. Maybe not down the road but it felt good for now. There's the telling your fiancé it's over, the moving out, the public announcement, the inevitable feeling of failure, your family, god, his family too. Untangling your lives would be long and hard. You're not sure if you have that level of commitment and motivation in you but fuck it. Problems for tomorrow.

You rest your head on Rob's shoulder and hope your not pushing any boundaries. She doesn't stop you though, in fact she snuggles you deeper into her. You get the feeling she's been here before though your not sure which side or how bad it was for her.

"I like you way more in the few times I've met you than any man I've ever dated," you heard yourself say. "I'm sure that means something but I'm too tired to decide anymore. No tonight at least."

Rob chuckled. "I like you too, sugar."

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takara-kaneko · 4 years

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I know I request a lot now so take your time. It could you do a part 2 to the mc leaving one? Good or bad doesnt matter, just some closure about if they’re capable of changing and get mc back? Maybe building up mcs confidence again bc now they’re hesitant to start planning parties again.

Surprisingly, I’m still here! Pandemic life has been really getting to me, haha, but I am still here! I’ve been working on this fic for a while, and it has become much larger than I had first anticipated, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless! If you haven’t read the first story, then click Here!!

Let Me Go Part 2 (Good End)

Zen 🎭

He was in his dressing room, changing out of the costume of his most recent character. The performance was a success, and he had been receiving so many compliments by the audience and the cast alike. But he didn’t really feel happy. Hell, he hadn’t been happy for a long time now. Not since MC left.

Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it. Staring at back him was her contact photo, with an empty text bar below. Zen had written up so many drafts, each giving a different apology, and each begging for forgiveness. But he never sent them to her. Not until everything within the RFA was fixed; not until he had fixed everything.

It has taken some hard work, but he was finally believing that things were the way they should be. The RFA was making strides coping with their loss of Rika. Many, himself included, were really starting to move on. Maybe it was time for him to message.

With bated breath, he began typing. “I don’t know if this is too late, but I’m sorry. For everything. I don’t expect your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it… I’m just… trying to repair what I’ve done. I’m trying to fix me. MC, I love you, more than I can express in a text. I hope you know that.”

His finger hovered over the ‘send’ button. It had been months, did she really want to get something from him now? Would she even care, or has she already gotten over him? Zen shook his head, trying to ignore his thoughts. With nothing to lose, he sent it. As it was delivered, he heard a chime from outside his door, followed by a soft curse.

Curious, Zen approached the door and opened it. There was no one in front of him, but as he looked out, he saw a figure walking away from him. A figure that had haunted his thoughts and riddled his dreams. Zen stepped forward a few steps and reached out to her, a painful expression painting his face.

“MC! MC, wait...”

She stopped but doesn’t turn back to him. “I watched the show…” He strained to hear her, she was almost whispering, “You were really good, Zen.”

Zen had to restrain himself from approaching her. From wrapping her in his arms and refuse to let her go ever again. But he couldn’t do that to her, she had every right to leave him and never return.

“I didn’t know you were going to watch it. I could’ve gotten you tickets.” He didn’t really know what to say. He was being awkward, Zen knew he was, but so long as she continued to talk to him, he couldn’t ask for anything more.

MC still didn’t move, almost frozen where she stood. “I didn’t know I was either. A friend of mine got tickets and she didn’t tell me where we were going until I saw you on stage. And I…” Turning her head towards him, he could see the tears falling from her eyes. “...I realized how much I’ve really missed you, Hyun.”

There wasn’t even a moment to think before Zen was in front of her, wiping away the tears on MC’s face. “Jagi, please don’t cry, I don’t deserve your tears. I’m the one who caused you to leave.”

He wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. If she was really going to be out of his life, he wanted one last memory of her. Her scent, the feeling of her on his skin. Anything he could, he wanted to remember.

“I’m so sorry, MC… I’m so sorry.” A sob escaped Zen as he stood there, gripping the love of his life.

“Did you mean it?” She whispered into his chest, “Your text, do you really mean what you wrote?”

Zen stopped a moment. Did she really not think that he would change everything if it would give him a chance to get her back? “Baby, of course, I do. I would do anything, anything, if it meant that you would still be here.”

MC sniffled a bit before taking a few steps back. More than anything, Zen wanted to hold on, wanted to have her stay and be with him. But it was her choice, and he refused to take that away from her. As he released her, Zen clenched his jaw to restrain his want to grab her hand.

She looked up at him, her lip quivering. “I can’t… I can’t just come back like nothing ever happened.”

Zen nodded. Yes, he knew that this would be the answer. After all, he didn’t deserve her, even for the time he actually had her. To get MC back was just-

“We have to start over.” She declared, pulling Zen out from his own thoughts in a flash, “From the beginning. I need to know that this is real, not something you’ll say to get me back and it goes back to the way it was before. I can’t do that again and I-”

MC’s words are cut short by the feeling of Zen’s hand caressing her face. He looked at her, with nothing but pure euphoria. “For you to be in my life, even if it’s just as friends, I’ll do whatever you need me to. If you want to restart, I’ll just...”

Taking a few steps back, he reached out his hand for a handshake, “Hi, my name is Hyun Ryu, stage name Zen. And I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Trying to fight back the tears, she reached up and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m MC. And I have missed you every second you have been out of my life.”

Yoosung ⭐️

These past few months had been a really rough time for Yoosung. Not only having to deal with the regular stresses of his life, but he also had no idea how to do it without depending on someone as capable as MC.

He had decided to focus entirely on school, even considered dropping out of the RFA, but at their refusal, he explained what happened. The weight of their actions dawned on them. The whole group pledged to work on this mistake, without much pushing from Yoosung. They all seemed to miss MC, even if it isn’t as much as Yoosung did.

But with the RFA making steady progress, Yoosung decided to get a hold on his life, passing all of his courses this year with flying colors.

Part of him wanted to call MC, tell her all the good things he accomplished in his strides to become better, but with only time he’s heard from her was the reply to the text he sent the night she left; he didn’t feel he deserved to talk to MC. He didn’t want to bother her. She likely never wanted to see him again, and he couldn’t blame her.

But with finals finally done, Yoosung felt like it was time to reward himself for his success. There was a limited time expansion for LOLOL and Yoosung had just saved enough to get it. He went into the game store, excited to finally get to play it.

Getting in line, he couldn’t help but stare at the hair of the woman in front of him. If he didn’t know better, he probably would’ve thought that it was MC-

Wait. Was that MC? She had the same beautiful locks, the same frame, but it was hard to tell from the baggy sweatshirt she had on. He stood, awkwardly staring at the girl in front of him, trying to build up the nerve to just poke, maybe brush into her so she’d turn around?

No, no that was stupid… What if it was her, what then? ‘Oh hey MC, nice to see you again? I haven’t been a happy a single moment since you left; I need you in my life.’ Yeah, Yoosung tells himself, that’s a horrible plan. If it was her, she probably wouldn’t want to see him, anyway.

He pulls out his phone to look at her last text, “And my heart to you, Star.” Sure, she said that, but did he actually deserve that? Wasn’t what he put her through enough? But even so… he wanted to see her, even just once. He glanced back down at his phone, at her ring that has become his keychain and made up his mind.

“Hey, sunshine.” He said, enough for the girl in front him, but not loud enough that it was directed toward her. He watched as she flinched, dropping her phone in the process.

Yoosung went for it, apologizing as he did. Picking up the phone, he freezes. On the lock screen was of him, happily hugging the love of his life. He remembered that photo, it was the first time MC told him that she loved him. It was one of the happiest moments in Yoosung's life.

A pair of hands met his, taking the phone. Yoosung almost tried to keep the phone to keep looking at the photo, but it’s not his phone, so he let the other hands take it. Standing back up, he was face to face with MC.

Status: Frozen

Yoosung had no idea what he was supposed to do. Should he talk? Wave? Maybe just ignore her…? What? no! Swallowing thickly, Yoosung stuck his hand out to wave at her.

‘I’m such an idiot’ Flashed through his head, but he had to push past it.

“Hey, Sunshine. You… you look really good.”

She looked down at her sweatshirt and baggy pants and laughed softly, “I haven’t taken a shower in two days, I needed to get to a high enough level to be able to play the DLC. I don’t have you to carry me through those high-level missions anymore…” MC trails off, looking away from him.

“Are you kidding?” Yoosung said, surprised, "You were much better than me when I started. You’ll be one of the top members on the server in no time! You’re already at ranking 137, that’s incredible to only have been playing for a few months!”

At his words, MC’s eyes widened. Yoosung realized how weird his statement must’ve been. Who keeps track of their ex-girlfriend’s gaming status? Him, definitely. There were times Yoosung wanted to offer her the legendary gear he had collected, but could never build up enough courage.

Clutching a strand of her hair, MC sucked in a breath, “Well… How have you been? Classes going well?”

Yoosung nodded shyly, now embarrassed and not sure what to say with her finally in front of him, “Yeah, Finally passed with some of the top grades in my class! Your study guides really helped me out, though I missed working with you on them.”

“Well, you seem to be getting along fine, so you can’t be missing much.”

With furrowed brows, Yoosung caught MC's hand as she was about to turn away, “MC… I have been doing these things for you. For how much you pushed me and supported me. For me to fail when you left, would be the ultimate proof that I never should have had you in the first place.”

MC opened her mouth to speak, but Yoosung persisted, not allowing her to say something that couldn’t be more wrong, “You think I’ve just moved on, but I still haven’t, I swear that to you. Instead, I’m trying to be someone you’d be proud of. Improving my grades, becoming more independent. Even the RFA is trying to change to make it more welcoming to you, if you’d ever think about coming back to me- us. Come back to us.”

There was so much more he wanted to say, needed to say. But just as he opened his mouth to speak-

“Miss, you’re next.” The cashier said, gesturing to MC. Hesitantly, MC released her hand from his grasp and left him alone. He watched as she conversed lightly with the attendant checking out her game. With a smile, he returned her change and a bag with the game inside. Yoosung reached out to talk to her again, but the man calling him caught him off guard. He glanced over towards the man, then back to MC, only to see she was gone.

With a heavy heart, he reached the man and bought his game, not even reciprocating the attendant’s excited comments about the DLC. Exiting the store, Yoosung was trying not to cry. (He needed to get back home before that happened) So as he went through the door, he didn’t see the figure standing beside it until they had grabbed the back of his shirt. But he was sad, he was angry, he was ready to throw down. Imagine his surprise when he turned, fists formed, only to be face-to-face with MC once again.

“Sorry to scare you!” She squeaked, putting her hands up in surrender.

The sadness in his heart immediately changed to relief as he looked into her serene eyes. Everything was right with the world once again.

MC stood there, mustering up the courage to ask the one thing has had been wanting to say since the beginning of their conversation. “I was uh, just wondering if you would like to… You don’t have to say yes, but I’d like you to.”

Even though nothing was actually explained, Yoosung still had a slight idea of what she was trying to say, “I’d love to work together to beat the next few levels with you, MC. Superman Yoosung is always here for Eternal Sunshine MC.”

She nodded at him, tears beginning to prick the corners of her eyes “I think I’d really like that.”

Jumin 🍷

“Just reporting: Has the famous CEO bachelor finally found his date to the upcoming charity ball?”

With a sigh, Jumin turned off his smartphone. Despite their engagement was never announced publicly, reporters everywhere were trying to pin down who was the 'next woman' to be Jumin’s girl now that he was seemingly single. What they never accounted for was that he had no other plans. MC was the only woman he believed could ever understand him. And in these few months, that point became even more airtight. Not even his father truly understood the pain he was going through. He found himself wanting nothing more than to just work and stay home, avoiding everyone.

But he did have to go to this charity ball. He had made a large donation, albeit in the company’s name, to the organization. After all, it was one that MC supported the most. It meant the world to her, so he’d give it as much support as he could.

Jumin exited the limo and easily ignored the flashing lights of the cameras around him. Ignored the passing questions and remarks from the reporters. All but one.

“Have you finally found a replacement for your ex-girlfriend?”

It took all he had not to turn back to the reporter. MC could never just be replaced. There was no one in the world like her. So with gritted teeth, he entered into the building.

For Jumin, entering the room immediately calmed his nerves. Looking around the scenery was like a breath of fresh air when such a feeling was so foreign to him recently. He couldn’t spot anything in particular that could make him feel that way, but the whole place just felt so comfortable.

Glancing at the people, however, there was someone that stuck out among the rest. A woman in a sleek, black dress, carrying a glass of champagne as she laughed with the man across from her. Anger flared in the back of his mind as he watched the smile that graced her slender face. As the man touched the soft skin on her hand. No one should touch his MC-

But she wasn’t his anymore, was she? And he no longer had a say on who she talked to, not that she would have completely listened to him anyways.

Even as he was thinking this, Jumin found himself nearing them. Seems his subconscious was wanting to see her once more. Wanting to get that man’s hand off of her. But would she even want to see him?

Not stepping any further, he began watching her again, trying to commit every feature to memory. But she caught his eyes for a moment before turning back to the target of her conversation. With a small handshake, she turned and headed towards him.

Unprepared for this conversation, he picked up a glass of champagne from a tray passing him by and drank at least half of the liquid in one gulp. He noted the smile on her face as he did it, which he found interesting. But there was no time to think about it as MC was already on him before he knew it. “Jumin, it’s a pleasure to see you could make it out here. I take you were the one behind C&R’s large monetary donation?”

Jumin was still frozen, unsure of what to say. She seemed happy. And she was the one to come to him, not the other way around. Surely she actually wanted to speak to him or she wouldn’t have come to him, right? He coughed lightly and looked into her eyes, “Yes, I remember you speaking so highly about this charity, so when the opportunity arose, I made sure to contribute. The RFA’s funding should be coming here too from the most recent party, as well.”

“Yes, I’m aware,” MC nodded, gesturing vaguely behind her, “I spoke to V a moment ago, he came to represent the RFA.” Puzzled, he looked at her with a curious expression. MC understood and smiled, “I’m now one of the leading positions within the organization. I’m their event coordinator, so I get the list of attendants, as well as how much they donated. Both C&R and the RFA’s were very generous, I must thank you.”

While it was unexpected, Jumin wasn't surprised. MC was very talented and capable of greatness. He smiled at her, and nodded slowly, “I’m glad to see you’re still making a name for yourself, MC. You’re a talented woman, they are very lucky to have you here.”

A blush spread across her face at his words. She looked down at the ground for a moment before gazing back at Jumin. There was so much he wanted to say, but here and now wasn’t the right time. He leaned in closer to her, his breath brushing past her ear, “May I speak with you a moment?”

She nodded slowly and followed him to the corner of the room, away from the crowd. Not that he truly noticed them in the beginning, as everything else seemed to fade away when he is with her. But in their isolation, he could feel his heart swell. Jumin wanted to hold her hand, kiss her, tell her how much he missed her, and loved her. How much he prayed she would come back. But none of that actually came out, all he could do was close the distance between them and wrap his arms around her affectionately. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he held her against him.

Jumin shakily sighed as her hands gripped the fabric of his suit, “Oh, how I’ve missed you…”

In a quick motion, she pulled away from him, but only enough to look at him with a scrutinizing gaze, “You actually missed me?”

“Without a doubt, I have longed for you every moment you were away. Did you think otherwise?” He looked at her, feeling a mix of curiosity and worry.

MC shook her head, her smile falling as confusion began to cover her expression, “If you missed me, why haven’t you tried to bring me back? A message, a call… anything? You’ve been silent this whole time… Even V talks to me more than you do and we both know how hard he is to get in touch with.”

Sliding his hands down to hold her hand, Jumin tried to put his thoughts into words. “Because I don’t deserve you. You were perfect and I was… flawed. All of us were. I didn’t want you to be brought down because of us. You had left for a good reason."

“Jumin,” She said softly, “I am far from perfect. I left you instead of trying to work with you on it. And when you never called... I thought you hated me-“

Without wasting a moment, Jumin leaned in to connect his lips with hers, cutting off her next words. Hate her? He never once held the smallest amount of anger towards her, the thought of it was revolting. Separating their lips just enough for him to speak, he leaned against her forehead, “I could never hate the woman I’m hopelessly in love with.”

She closed the distance between them, sealing the two in another kiss. They embraced in the corner of the room and began to dance before the music even began to play.

Saeyoung 🚧

Every day was just like the last. Get up, work, finish the job, sleep. The only variation was when Vanderwood would show up in the day. Ever since MC left, he had been coming over more often, complaining that he had to clean up after him more now that MC wasn’t there anymore.

Though it was really to make sure that he was okay and to force him to eat.

And he was right. Once she left, Seayoung fell right back into his bad habits. Not eating, barely ever sleeping. He was nothing more than a slave with survival as his only goal. To live long enough to see those he loved living a happy life without him.

But it was odd, he wasn’t able to track MC here recently. She was on the CCTV still, trying to talk to him through it ignoring the strange looks she got for shouting and gesturing at a surveillance camera. But in the world of binary numbers, it was almost like she turned into a ghost.

With a sigh, Saeyoung turned on his system to continue working on his newest assignment. Maybe it was a good thing, to never be able to see her. Then he’d never be reminded of all the reasons he should never have made her leave.

`ALERT: VIRUS DETECTED`

The words covered the page. Not knowing what had happened, he knew one thing. He had been hacked.

Saeyoung froze. How did… it wasn’t possible. With crossed brows, he began trying to get around the evident hacking that had infiltrated his servers. All the information he had on this comp-

“Oh, no... God, please... No.” He muttered, remembering all of the photos he had of his brother and of MC. If his ineptitude put either of them at risk, he could never forgive himself.

But as he broke deeper and deeper through the firewalls that were placed, he noticed that the hacker had a lock on everything but the photos of them. It didn’t make sense, but it was almost completely untouched.

As he clicked the folder, their photos appeared on screen, untouched, perfect. Except, there was one addition, a video with a black screen.

Holding his breath, Saeyoung opens the video. It shows a blank screen for the longest time until a simple 6 words appeared.

“CAN’T AVOID ME FOREVER! LOVE, 606”

As his mind began processing the words on the screen, Vanderwood entered the room. For a moment, Saeyoung was worried he’d yell at him for the state of his computer, but his partner only looked at him with a knowing grin.

“MC said that you can either spend two hours unlocking your computer or come into the living room to talk with her for ten minutes.” He stated, trying not to look as amused as he really was.

With a sigh, he looked away from Vanderwood, "There really is no way around this, is there?” His friend didn’t reply, only shook his head. Saeyoung stood up, sticking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and walked out of his room.

There she was.

Just a few feet away.

His heart broke just seeing her beautiful face and wanted nothing more than to go to her and apologize for all that he’s done. But he didn’t. Instead, Saeyoung walked passed her and sits across the room, as far as possible. Without a word. “You’ll release my computer?” He asked coldly, staring at the ground beneath her seat.

MC nodded, before realizing he wasn’t looking at her. Chuckling lightly, she couldn’t help nodding again, “Yes, I will. You know me, I stick to my word. Other than the hour statement I told Vanderwood, it would’ve taken longer. But if you had chosen the hard route, you would’ve realized how much harder it really was after two hours went by and come out anyway.”

Withholding the want to look at her, Saeyoung ran his hand through his hair. “How did you manage to get into so much of my software without my noticing?”

“When I left, I had wondered if you really didn’t know what you were doing, or if you were just pushing me away again.” She sighed, taking a moment before continuing, “So I hacked in far enough to see your code, and then set up a virus to the video input of your computer. Then I spoke to the CCTV and waited. 15 seconds. That was all it took until you opened it to see me speaking. And as long as that was up, my virus got through. I really didn’t think it would actually work, so it was really helpful you would only focus on me when the videos were up. I suppose I should thank you for that.”

He could hear Vanderwood laughing from the kitchen, but decided to ignore it. “Why? Why interfere in my work?”

His sharp tone cut into MC, but she only smiled at his harshness. “Because I wanted to see you, Sae.”

She.. what? He had outcasted her, tore her down, and made her feel worthless. And she wanted to see him? Saeyoung was at a loss for words. It took a moment for him to speak again.

“There’s no reason for you to see me again. I don’t have closure or anything for you. You’re better off-“

“That’s not what I want.” She interrupted. Taking the moment of silence between then, she stood up and approached Saeyoung, sitting next to him.

He wouldn’t look at her. He couldn’t. One glance and he knew all of his walls would break.

“Then what do you want?”

She placed her hand on top of his, trying not to lose her composure as he moved his hand away from hers. “I want to be with you again.”

Saeyoung couldn’t help the scoff that came out of his mouth. “I thought you made it pretty clear you didn’t. Isn’t that why you left?”

While every word he spoke felt like a dagger in his heart, his face remains stoic. “I needed time. And I got that. This was never a permanent deal unless *you* make it one.

“Then consider this our official breakup. Clean my computer and leave.”

MC turned her head away from him for a moment, no doubt to wipe away her tears again. “I don’t believe it.”

“Well, it’s true!” He shouted. “I don’t care about you, now leave me alone!”

As she goes to refute his words, nothing but a small whimper came out. She placed her hand on his once again, not allowing it to get out of her grasp. With tears in her eyes and a reforged determination, she stared at the man she loves. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me that. Tell me you don’t feel an ounce of feelings for me, and I’ll leave.”

The quivering of her voice ripped through him in ways that bullets never could. But if he didn’t do it, she would be dragged down with him. Gripping his hoodie tightly, he lifted his eyes to reach hers. To tell her one last time to leave him and go live the life she was meant to live.

But as he stared at her tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, the words he wanted to say disappeared, and Saeyoung began to do the one thing he didn’t want to do- speak from the heart.

“I never want you to cry, MC. Don’t you see that… That you’ll be hurt by staying with me, and you’ll cry. And I can't take seeing you like that. I can’t tell you I don’t care, but I will ask you to leave, one last time.”

Unable to look anymore, he dropped his eyes, staring at their conjoined hands until something lightly touched his forehead. Feeling her lips on his skin sent shudders down his body as tears formed in his eyes.

“I have cried more time since I left this house than I would have in a lifetime by your side. My love, nothing hurts worse than being apart from you.” She could only whisper, the sounds getting stuck in her throat. “Please, Sae, please let me back in.”

Saeyoung looked back up, into MC's red-rimmed eyes. How could he ever refuse her? With a simple nod of his head, Saeyoung reached for her, clutching her tightly in a breathtaking hug. And MC’s hold was just as strong.

Maybe he was wrong. Could this time be the good route, the one where he can actually be happy? Saeyoung didn’t know, but with the feeling of MC in his arms, he doesn’t see how life could get any better.

. . .

After hearing the conversation, Vanderwood stood awkwardly in the kitchen, wondering when it’s would be okay for him to come back out.

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samandcheesewinchesterr · 4 years

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Okay first I wanna go on record here and say that Psych is my favourite show of all time (tied with 911 but that’s not important right now).

HOWEVER I think it’s really important to look at everything you consume with a critical eye, even especially your favourite media. blindly consuming something means you fall susceptible to things like cop propaganda (brooklyn nine nine, psych) and you’ll end up supporting the bad with the good which is, needless to say, dangerous.

So I’m gonna go on a little rant here about some things that really bug me about psych. not relentlessly insulting it for no reason of course but just criticizing things that really should be criticized.

Okay first of all, as previously mentioned, it is cop propaganda, it is, plain and simple.

Sure the general theme of the show seems at first to be, two private “psychic” detectives work cases and solve them faster and better than the cops making them seem foolish in the process. However actually watching the show you see that they work with the police department more often than not, befriend (and date) the detectives, and you end up falling equally in love with the cops because of their characters. Not to mention the fact that they consistently search without warrants, ‘in the name of justice’, needlessly pull their gun on civilians, make arrests with insufficient evidence just so that they can say it’s solved, and in one episode Lassie even arrested a woman he actually believed to innocent. And they do all this with the underlying commentary of ‘this is okay because we got justice in the end’, ‘this is okay because i’m a little stressed right now’, ‘this is okay because _____’ Convincing people that police officer is a morally grey job where ‘everything turns out all right so it’s okay if we smudge the lines a bit’.

Next up, Juliet. This is gonna be a long one folks so buckle up.

First of all there are two main female characters, and one of which essentially has two lines throughout the show which are ‘spencer you’re not on this case, get out’ and ‘spencer you’re on this case we need you’. That’s it. And the other one is Juliet O’Hara.

Juliets character, as countless other people have pointed out, pretty much exists as a love interest for Shawn. The first time they ‘kissed’ made no sense to me as there was nothing to suggest that she had feelings for him at all. before that, she had more or less the same opinion of him as Lassie did.

Her character only got worse as the show went on, she stopped having major scenes that didn’t envolve Shawn, her personality disappeared, and at this point she was pretty much, ‘The Girlfriend’. Now the breakup. After she found out Shawn wasn’t actually psychic, she was pissed (rightly so) and they broke up. But only for a couple episodes. They showed none of the mending of the relationship, they were just suddenly back together, and they made Jules forgive Shawn way too quickly.

All in all they did her character really dirty.

Ah and next up of course we have, lgbt representation. This ones surprisingly short though. (like their list of queer characters)

“Gray it was 2006 lighten up.” No. No I will not.

First let’s talk about Woody. Canonically queer as he’s talked about being in relationships with/being attracted to both men and women, though only shown on screen with women. Also the fact that they made the one(ish) canonically queer character the ‘weird pervy coroner guy’ is just very uncomfortable.

Next up for the representation catergory we have Carlton Lassiter himself.

In a tweet in 2010 the writing team confirmed that he is pansexual. Great right? Not really. You see 2010 was four years before the show ended. Four seasons, 41+ episodes, AND a movie released in 2017. They had all those chances to confirm it on the show and did they? Of course not. He too has only been shown dating women, except unlike Woody he hasn’t even alluded to being attracted to anyone other than a women. (so you can guess my hopes for LCH are unbelievably high and uncatergorically low at the same time)

Yang is also canonically wlw and i have nothing to say about that actually she’s an icon and i love her just thought we needed a little good news here. But alas we now must return the bad side of Psych.

Anyways now we have racism in general. White washing, lack of non-white people, etc. (btw i am white so if any of this is insensitive or phrased poorly please let me know and i’ll change it/delete it)

So James Roday is latino and identifies as latino yet they made Shawn white and constantly remind of us of that fact.

And of course the glaring problem that the show is entirely white characters except for a single black guy. Sure they called themselves out for it (“gus don’t be the only black lead on a major cable network show”) but they still did it.

I’ve had this post in my drafts for a while just in case i wanted to add anything to it but i’m pretty sure this is everything. these things just really bug me and i wanted to make a post about them.

#psych #shawn spencer #juliet ohara #burton guster #carlton lassiter #james roday #dule hill #timothy omundson #maggie lawson #psych: the movie #psych 2 #psych 2: lassie come home #psych: lassie come home #lassie come home #psychusa #james rodriguez

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msstarkerwhore · 4 years

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Highschool au where Steve and Peter hate each other and they fall in love during prom.

I’m sorry it took so long nonnie, hope you enjoy! :)

(Also I have no clue how American highschool works pls forgive me lmao)

Word Count: almost 2500 phew - also I drafted this like 5 different times and rewrote so much of it, so there may be a few mistakes

Tags: a little bit of swearing, Peter’s boyfriend talks about him in an almost objectifying way towards the end, talk about virginity but nothing explicit :)

Steve is sick of the feud he has with Tony Stark, which has somehow affected everything in his life. Ok, maybe he’s been a bit dramatic, but it's definitely split the whole school in half. Even though Tony graduated last year, the feud is still going because of course Tony’s perfect little brother, Peter, has to go to the same school. Head of the cheerleading team even though he’s only a junior, best GPA in the whole school (now that Tony has graduated), AP classes and numerous after school activities has him already being scouted by the best colleges. But for Steve, who’s the captain of the football team, not being on friendly terms with the head cheerleader is more than a bit weird, especially considering the head cheerleader and the captain of the team normally date. In fact, Peter’s dating Brock Rumlow, which makes Steve infuriated for some reason, which Steve thinks is a dumb couple but whatever. Brock’s a senior as well, who wanted to be the captain of the football team but just missed out, which Steve was very smug about when he saw Peter comforting Brock in the hallway after trials were completed and announced. The feud comes around and around, Peter saw how smug Steve was and gave him some choice words in the gym while in class, and Steve called him pretty when he's mad in retaliation, which made Peter even more furious. And then the next week, something else will happen, and they will both say choice words to each other. It’s just how it is. And then, one day, it slowly started to change.

It really started in biology, when after their teacher was finished talking about the upcoming assignment, she mentioned, “And we will be pairing up. Before you get too excited, they will be randomly assigned by me.” Groans, laughter, and talking exploded throughout the room before the teacher quieted them all down and began pairing them off. Steve wasn't watching Peter, of course not, his eyes just happened to be resting on his desk (he sits at the front like a teacher’s pet, it makes sense okay), and he watched as Brock got paired with someone else, Peter’s pouty face turning into a big smile as Brock kissed his cheek before moving tables. And then it happened:

“Peter Stark and Steve Rogers,”

“What?” Peter interrupts at the same time as Steve’s mouth drops open in shock.

“No changes are allowed,” she looks pointedly at the two. Peter, still sitting at the front, turns to sneer at him. Steve sends him a sarcastic wave, and packs up his books before making his way over to Peter’s desk and sliding into Brock’s seat.

“Hey,” Steve says, smirking at him.

“This doesn’t change anything,” Peter sneers at him, “We will never be friends, I just want a good mark,” he says.

“Doesn’t bother me, sweetheart. Not like I would ever want to be amicable with someone like you,”

“Someone like me? What does that even mean?”

“Oh you know, pretty spoilt little boys. Not really my type. Sorry to disappoint.” It was Peter’s turn for his mouth to drop open.

“I'm not spoilt,” he starts to say, but Steve is already rolling his eyes just as the bell signalling the next class rings. They both don’t mention how Steve called him pretty.

As he’s walking out the door, he can hear Peter talking to Brock, “This is my least favourite class now,” he can practically hear the pout, dramatic much, “I wish I was paired with you.” Gag.

The next time something really big happens is on Thursday, the final training before their first game of the season. They’ve spent the week sneering at each other in the hallway, but being surprising nice during their lessons, working actually kind of well together. But Thursday afternoon, just as training ended for the football team, Steve is at the bench drinking water by himself when he glances over to where the cheerleaders are still practising. Just as he looks over he sees the fall - Peter being dropped from three people high, the scream, the blur of his uniform and brown hair. Steve doesn’t think, he just runs and misses catching him by a few metres. Some of the cheerleaders scream in panic, but Steve can’t hear anything. All he can think of is the pretty boy lying on the ground, gasping for breath and whimpering. He drops to his knees, one arm coming to pet his head and keep him steady, the other hand hovering, eyes quick and searching for other injuries.

“It hurts” Peter whimpers.

“Can you tell me where?” Steve asks, meeting his eyes, his hand doesn’t stop petting through his hair. Peter’s eyes flutter.

“My left leg and my left wrist,” He’s able to mutter out.

He takes a quick look, “Ok, the good news is that I can’t see any bones,” he tries to joke, but Peter just whimpers more. He calls to one of the cheerleaders, he thinks her name is Gwen who he’s seen Peter hang out with, to grab a phone and call for an ambulance. Just as she’s running off, someone comes running onto the field calling his name.

“Peter!” Someone shouts.

“Shit,” Steve groans, head hanging slightly, he thinks he might see a slight smile from Peter before he winces.

“Get away from him Rogers,” the familiar voice says. He looks up to see the Tony Stark rushing over.

He’s about to take his hand away when Peter whimpers as he attempts to move. “Please stay”. Steve looks up at Tony, who looks back at him in surprise and a bit of anger, before looking towards Peter, laying on the ground and in pain, and makes a decision. He drops to his knees next to Peter and cups his cheek. “We’re both here, Pete. You’ll be okay. Just try not to move.” When the ambulance pulls up and loads Peter into the back, Steve quietly slips away into the darkening night.

Steve doesn’t see Peter for a few days, continuously worried but not wanting to intrude. He is surprised when he sees him Wednesday morning in biology, already sitting at their desk, a single crutch beside him and surrounded by a few of the cheerleaders. When Steve walks into the room though they quietly disperse. Peter smiles so brightly when he sees him, and Steve can’t help but reciprocate, walking the few steps and dropping down into his seat, turning to look at the boy.

“Peter,” he murmurs, clearing his throat, “How are you?”

Peter looks at him curiously, Steve can’t make out the facial expression before it changes, “I’m good. Better! Broken arm and dislocated knee, but that was probably the best outcome. No concussion or back problems!”

“That's good to hear. I was worried. When can you cheer again?” At this Peter’s face drops.

“Not for a while - my knee should be good in a few weeks, but the arm will take longer to heal.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Do you think you’ll be able to cheer at all this season?”

Peter looks devastated. “I really don’t know,” he mumbles, looking away slightly. Steve puts his arm around his shoulder, and Peter turns and smiles shyly at him. “You didn’t come to visit,” at Steve’s confused look he elaborates, “When I was in the hospital.”

Steve shuffles slightly, a little bit uncomfortable, but keeping his arm around the boy. “Didn’t think Tony would want me there.”

“Right,” Peter says, “always about you and Tony.”

“That's not what I meant,” Steve says, turning his body all the way towards the boy.

He looks sadly up at Steve through his lashes, before turning towards the door distractedly when a loud group comes through. It’s Brock and his group of friends, and Peter sits up taller, about to say hi to the group, when Brock doesn't even look at him and keeps walking past.

Steve sees his shoulders droop slightly, “Everything okay?” Steve murmurs.

“Yeah, just had an argument yesterday. I could still have my cast for prom and Brock doesn’t like that.” Steve thinks that's the stupidest thing he’s ever heard, and says so to Peter. Peter smiles slightly, but it's forced and sad, and he doesn’t have to answer due to the teacher standing at the front and starting the lesson.

Steve isn’t taking anyone to prom. He thinks his mum is slightly disappointed, but there was only one person wanted to take, and he already had a date. No he was absolutely not talking about Peter he doesn’t like him like that at all. He had turned down everyone that asked him, and he was kind of regretting his decision when he walks into the gym alone. He doesn’t worry too much, he’s allowed to dance with whoever he wants tonight, but he thinks maybe it would have been nice. He makes his way over to the football team, which he’s pretty sure are spiking the punch, but he can’t be bothered to do anything about it. Honestly, he might need it to get through the night. He can’t see Brock when he makes his way over, and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful because it must have worked out between him and Peter, and Peter won’t walk in alone and will have a perfect night, or upset because they’re going together as a date and that makes Steve mad. Honestly, what is he thinking? Peter deserves to be happy. When they do walk in together though, Peter takes his breath away - Steve can barely pull his eyes away from him, but he does and forces himself to drink some more punch which yep, is definitely spiked. Steve honestly doesn’t know where these thoughts are coming from, and he hopes the alcohol in the punch isn’t too strong to act on anything. It's not until Brock leaves Peter dancing with the cheerleaders, but still alone, missing the way Peter’s sad eyes follow him through the crowd, and comes over and starts talking about how Peter’s messed up their plans to sleep together, the plans to take Peter’s virginity because he has a cast and ‘sometimes my leg is really sore if I move it too much’ which was Brock’s terrible impression of Peter and it makes him mad.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” Steve says, and Brock turns to him in surprise.

“What, like you care? Or is this maybe some revenge thing? You hate his brother, so as revenge you want to take Pete’s virginity? Is that it?” Steve clenches his jaw, can’t even imagine thinking something like that.

“He deserves someone better, especially if you talk about him like an object.”

“You think that because you suck up to him in biology class he’s now going to love you?”

“No-” Steve starts, but is interrupted again.

“I’m thinking of dumping him after tonight. You can come sweeping in like prince fucking charming then and take sloppy seconds if you want.” Some of the football guys laugh, some don’t and wait to see Steve’s move, but there’s some nervous energy in the air.

“Brock?” Comes a soft voice, and shit, Peter! Steve steps slightly to the side and sees Pete and some of the cheerleading girls around him, tears in his eyes as Brock turns around to face him. He can literally feel the tension in the air.

“Peter! I though I told you to stay on the dance floor. Was just gonna grab some punch!” One of the cheerleaders, Steve thinks her name is Michelle or something, puts her hand on Peter’s shoulder. Steve is glad he has the support, he doesn’t know how much he had heard.

“Did you mean all that?”

“Mean all what? Steve here was just riling me up. Think he’s a little bit jealous.” Brock slaps him on the shoulder, and Steve shrugs him off, making eye contact with Peter. He hopes he conveys how sorry he is.

“I’m leaving, and you’re not coming with me. We’re over,” Peter says, fire in his eyes.

Brock looks shocked, but Steve can’t help a small smile, breathing out in relief, before realising that that means that Peter won’t get to have a perfect night. He’s already walking away when Steve catches up to him.

“Pete!”

Peter turns, smiles softly at him. “Hey, Steve.”

“Brock’s a dick, but don’t let that ruin your night. You deserve to have fun. If you want I can get the team to kick him out.”

Peter giggles softly at that. “No that's okay. This isn’t really my scene anyway. I’ve got next year as well to make it fun anyway if I want.”

Steve nods, smiling lightly, then awkwardly looks around. “Thank you for standing up for me.” Steve looks down at Peter in surprise. “It was nothing,” he smiles at him, wondering why he is so awkward when he has Peter right in front of him. His gaze drifts away slightly. “Made me realise I was spending time with the wrong guy when the right one was always in front of me.” Steve swings his gaze back to Peter’s, now realising Peter has his hands on his shoulders, and Steve brings his hands to his waist to hold him steady.

“This may be way too early, and I may be reading this whole situation wrong, so please tell me if I’m fucking this all up, but I love you, Peter. So, so much.” Peter has tears in his eyes and surges up to claim Steve’s mouth in a kiss.

“Leave with me?” Peter asks, so sweetly when they pull away, and he can only nod his head and follow.

When Steve is sitting at the breakfast table at the Stark household the next morning, it's awkward. Very, very awkward. Especially with Tony sending him death glares over his shoulder from where he’s cooking Peter breakfast, which Steve finds so endearingly cute but will absolutely not bring up in fear of getting a knife thrown at him.

“I don’t like it. I don’t trust you after what happened between us. But I won’t stop you from being together. I will, though, not hesitate to murder you if you break his heart.” Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s cooking at the stove, but the threat from him is clear and makes Steve go cold.

“I won’t, Tony. You have my word.”

Peter comes bounding down the stairs, unbeknownst to the slight tension left in the air, and starts chatting away.

Years later, Tony doesn’t feel any worry at all when he’s reciting his best man speech. The way Peter and Steve are staring at each other, just as in love as they were the morning after prom night, Tony feels nothing but adoration for the both of them.

#spidershield #peter parker x steve rogers #highschool au #peter/steve #prompt #included tony in here because i love him sorry #but no starker

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vaguekiwi · 3 years

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*reads violet rain ch27* *screams internally for 10mins straight* *wanders off in a daze to get a drink and some chocolate* fsck I need some fluffy comfort fics now

I’m gonna reply to all your asks right here I hope that’s okay ❤️ This was like 100% my fault for being offline but there’s a whole damn conversation under the cut 😂

FSCKING BECK WHEN WILL HE DIE!?!?! lol. Oh boy. My starker heart came to life when Peter thought that somehow Tony was there to save him, and then my starker heart shrivelled into a sad little lump when Peter was on the brink of letting Tony die. But I have to say it did feel painfully realistic, like yeah, if he just let Tony die maybe a lot of problems would be solved. Seems like their relationship has another 100k words to go in order to get anywhere good! Which I for one, welcome! Lol

YES GOD BECK IS INFURIATING IN THIS FIC. I was rereading 16 and 18 the other day (which are Beck’s chapters) and I was like ‘man, I even knew what was coming and these chapters are still SO unsettling on the reread 😂’

I think that the moment where Peter has the opportunity to let Tony die (ostensibly at no fault of his own, albeit he designed the poison sooo 👀🤷‍♀️) is a really important moment for the fic. It digs into that idea that gets brought up in 28 that this is more a reflection of Peter’s character and the concept of divine grace, rather than Tony. Don’t get me wrong, I love Tony. But Violet Rain I think is more of a Peter fic 😄 And… just in the directions things ended up going in, that climactic moment centres more on Peter’s character and concepts of forgiveness rather than revenge.

Their relationship probably does have another 100k words to go to get to a stable place… but umm… we can follow up on this after 29 and 30 are posted 😂

-yo yo just read ch28 of violet rain and like i think this is the first chapter in months that did NOT send my blood pressure through the roof so thank you for that lol. just absolutely incredible what a rollercoaster this has been you should do something fun to celebrate when you get to the end of this fic!

i loved Tony's coma visions of his family and his conversation with Ben. in my opinion it was absolutely spot on - peter didn't save tony because of who tony is, he saved Tony because of who he (peter) is. and that's true grace! nice! like everyone else, i ADORED the cuddling. i like to think that despite everything some part of tony and peter realises that there's this unacknowledged potential & burgeoning chemistry between them. if they had only met under different circumstances...*heart eyes*

also i find violet rain amazing because I feel I could be fine with an ending where Tony annuls the marriage & leaves, then Peter just happily rules Arachne, the end! and they're both like, ok, that was a crazy few months, guess i was kind of attracted to you, occasionally felt a weird connection with you, but never mind lol. meanwhile i, the starker-shipping reader, crumbles into a pile of ashes haha. but that ending would absolutely make sense and be fine! i need to ramble more about this

i'm just so invested in violet rain's ending because like I said, i think it could go either way & make perfect sense. i was just imagining an epilogue where Tony and Peter get word of each other's re-marriage/engagement, Tony to some nice noblewoman & Peter to some nice duke/soldier, & they're both like, oh,that's nice! congratulations & there's some weird unexpected wistfulness & mixed feelings but ultimately acceptance, so it's one of those bittersweet endings that haunts readers FOREVER lmao

I'm so sorry for the spam and ramblings from my imagination haha. I just can't remember the last time I was so invested in a fic! ch28 was such a welcome change of pace for me and my heart rate lol compared to the last i don't know how many chapters! i absolutely love peter refusing to leave Tony for even a second. is it just because he's the only one with the required medical expertise? or also for other, subconscious reasons he's left unexamined? regardless, it made my shipper heart happy!

Yeah, I was quite adamant that 28 not end on a big cliffhanger/scary moment. I didn’t even really want to mention the annulment again, I wanted the end of 28 to just be soft and sweet between the boys. But, part of Tony’s little moral shift involved mentioning the annulment. And I didn’t want it to be forgotten about when it comes up again, so my beta and I added a beat right at the end of 28 which mentions it.

I am so happy you liked Tony’s dreams/visions/whatever-they-actually-were lol 😅 Originally, Ben was kinda weirdly-nice to Tony and my betareader ended up pushing for a harsher tone, which I think ended up working out GREAT. Because, the dreams needed to read as EITHER an ethereal/paranormal experience for Tony OR as Tony’s subconscious speaking to himself, what would Tony think these people will say/do.

“If they had met under different circumstances” is really the kicker, isn’t it? I have an ex who I often think of as being ‘the right person at the wrong time’. He very well could have been the absolute-endgame-love-of-my-life. He was effortless for me: we had many of the same values, many of the same interests, we were compatible in many ways, etc. But I think that endgame would only have existed if we’d met differently and once we were older. Now, he and I never hurt one another as egregiously as Tony hurts Peter or anything like that. But it’s very hard to walk away from so much potential just because the timing or setting or external factors didn’t work out.

And honestly? You just being on board with a non-Starker ending? 🥺🥺 That makes me so soft. I’m glad the direction of the story fits and the thought of that tiny bit of heartbreak-wistful-but-still-satisfying-happyish-ending is actually exactly what I’m going for (though, spoiler alert, your proposal here isn’t how it ends 😅) It’s something bittersweet; acknowledging that a lot of pain and heartbreak has occurred but still finding a way to move forward. They have a lot of life left to live, after all!

I’m a big fan of the artist Sleeping at Last and his songs Three and Light have been on my mind a lot as I draft the end of the fic. Three has a whole thing about past regrets and doing enough to make up for them, even though humans are automatically worthy of love/grace/etc.

Please never ever apologise for talking to me about this fic. As you can tell from this reply (which I actually pared down, lmao) I have SO much to talk about regarding my own life, this fic, different scenes, the brainstorming/drafting/re-brainstorming/re-drafting/revising process, etc. I think once I’m done I’m gonna write up a really big reflection for myself and there’s no doubt in my mind it’ll be like ten thousand words lmao.

And as for Peter staying by Tony’s side: Peter Parker’s a control freak 😂 Part of it is that he has the most expertise, but he also mentions in Ch. 28 that if he did go sleep somewhere else then he wouldn’t be able to sleep because he’d be worried about Tony. So, there is indeed something subconscious keeping him by Tony’s side in addition to his perceived obligation as a doctor (he did the same thing with Rhodey in Chs. 7-8.)

I really really hope the end of the fic holds up my end of the bargain to you and other readers with this whole crazy adventure❤️❤️❤️ I’m not sure right now when 29 and 30 will be up, but I can’t wait for you to read them ❤️❤️❤️

#grace talks #asks #blutterlie #under a violet rain

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dreadnought-dear-captain · 4 years

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You Asked, I Told

(Note, if this post shows up twice or massively delayed or just looks weird, it’s because it was flagged for adult content [??!] because I had a picture of Willem Dafoe’s face in a gif. I am not even kidding. Do with that information what you will. I’ve removed it and I still don’t know if/when this can be publicly viewed, I’m kind of lolling. So if you see a blocked out photo that looks like porn in your post, I swear it’s just a gif from The Lighthouse!)

Hello, amazing people. This weekend, I’m putting the final touches on my last draft of Baghdad Waltz Chapter 39, which will then go to the beta for one more round of edits. I imagine I will have the chapter posted in 1-3 weeks, which is close to record speed for me, especially since it’s around 30k words. I’m going to be talking about my writing process (at unfortunate length) for one of the asks, for those who are interested.

Please forgive me. I’m feeling quite verbose and a little squirrely. I blame living alone during lockdown.

It’s also Memorial Day weekend in the States, which is when we are meant to honor those who gave their lives in military service to this country. This is often confused with Veterans Day (November 11), which is honoring anyone who has served in the military and is no longer serving. This gets further confused with Armed Forces Day (rotating date, May) which is to honor those currently serving in the military. I know, super confusing.

There’s a wide range of opinions on how Memorial Day should be commemorated, which often involves gathering with friends and family for a barbecue or some other social activity. It’s the first major holiday after a huge holiday drought throughout the late winter and spring, which often makes people look forward to it immensely. Some people feel it’s inappropriate to celebrate Memorial Day with barbecues and fond social gatherings because it’s dishonoring the memories of those who can’t be here, people don’t take time to remember those who have died, people have no idea what the day is actually for, etc. Others, even some very vocal veterans, maintain that people died so that we could be here to celebrate in freedom, so why not relish this life we have? Many offer the caveat that it’s appropriate to at least acknowledge the purpose of the day, even if it’s just in a few minutes of quiet reflection.

Anyway, I offer this as a little food for thought for this upcoming long weekend.

(And in case you missed it, I posted a BW Timeline for your reference.)

Contains spoilers through Chapter 38.

[Takes deep breath]

I’m so glad that you are enjoying the read and that you’re finding it inspiring for your own work. I think my dedication to research for BW is threefold. 1) As this story evolved, I decided that I wanted to create the most realistic depictions of military, civilian, emotional, and physical life that I reasonably could. I will fully admit to lapses in this, deliberate and unintentional, because sometimes the plot just needs to go and I can’t wait around for a year-long medical discharge process for my character. 2) I’m in an academically stringent occupation, and because research is such a prominent part of my work life, it’s bled to my hobby. (IS THIS EVEN A HOBBY ANYMORE?) And 3) I get very easily and passionately obsessed with things and delight in getting “into the weeds” with a subject. Almost every research divergence usually takes me off track for at least an hour. And you will never catch me without an MTA subway map open in at least one tab.

But that wasn’t even your question! Sorry. Are you beginning to get a sense of why BW takes me so long to write?? I cannot keep my shit on track. As for the bibliography, YES! I plan to include that in my author’s note at the end. I wish I had kept better track of all of my works consulted over the past three years, but I will definitely discuss the importance of some of the main ones. I’m so thrilled that you are interested, and I’m excited to share them!

Thank you. This is such a kind thing to say, and I’m humbled and delighted to hear it, especially because our fandom is so blessed with some AMAZING fics. And asks certainly don’t have to be questions! I appreciate them all (except the flaming bag of dog shit ones, which I haven’t had in a while, hooray).

(Re: Chapter 37) Good question! I imagine Claire would want to keep the 1:1 conversation somewhat limited, as she is treating the couple as a patient rather than them as individuals. If anything, she might have somewhat superficially checked in to see if he was okay rather than dive into anything regarding the relationship with Bucky not around. That could be seen as a betrayal of trust to Bucky and could be interpreted as favoritism, which Steve craves and which Bucky is probably terrified about.

I am always pleased when people re-read and enjoy it or get new things out of it, even if it’s sometimes a re-read is a function of my slow-ass writing. I really want a story with good re-read value.

You make an excellent point about Bucky’s relationships. His friendship with Jack also had no real closure. Sometimes this is a factor of circumstance and sometimes it’s because of his avoidance, like a self-fulfilling prophesy almost. He’s learned that people betray you, either by hurting you or dying, so he creates conditions sometimes (often unwittingly) for things to go sour and end poorly, or he will simply make himself disappear so that he’s not hurt and doesn’t have to wait to see if he will be abandoned or betrayed. He’s not a guy who is good with goodbyes.

As for Thor, I totally see how it would read that way. I think Thor started out fishing for longer-term possibilities in a romantic relationship but then realized Bucky is really not a guy who is comfortable settling (which, as we can see, is true). As for why it seems more serious, one thing is that Thor still wanted Bucky in his life as a friend, possibly one with benefits. They have a lot in common, and it’s hard for veterans - and, more specifically, special operators - to find people in their lives they can relate to with these very intense life experiences. I wanted this to be a real relationship, but maybe not necessarily one that was bound to become a RELATIONSHIP. I think Bucky was very intriguing and attractive to him, and he very well may have struggled with his own vacillation between whether to take it seriously or whether to remain friends+. This can lead to mixed messages.

And we also have to remember Bucky’s notoriously unreliable narration, where he will see what he wants to see. Our perspective comes from him. We see the details he zooms in on, miss the one he ignores, view the relationship through the lens of his own contentious desire for a real relationship, even as he consistently demonstrates the lack of capacity and his fear about getting serious. I imagine Bucky has having an extremely poor ability to distinguish friendship from romance, and why wouldn’t he, given the most recent bit of history we have learned about him with Jack? He’s had a series of friendships become sexualized, and I think this affects his capacity to be discerning. Bucky’s radar for relating, whether friendships, romance, or potentially dangerous sexual situations, is terribly mis-calibrated. How confusing for him and for the people in his life. Of course, everyone is free to interpret the dynamics of any relationship however they choose. These are just some of my thoughts.

I really appreciate observations from the re-read! Thank you!

I watched the video and you are right! This is definitely a Bucky song. Bucky’s sense of self is by turns profoundly distorted and lacking in grounding, especially now that he’s not in the military. He’s been in a low key existential crisis since he was a kid and has turned to drinking and sex and war to fill this horrible void, and although I can’t speak for what the artists here intended, I certainly sensed those elements here for sure. (Also, what an interesting choice for a music video…)

Thank you for sharing! I’ll add it to the unofficial BW playlist in the author’s note, which consists of various songs people have associated with BW and shared with me.

Good question! I started off this story picturing the actors who represent the characters in the MCU, because I figured we’d be picturing that when we read the fic anyway (though my beta told me she doesn’t see them as the actors, more like artists’ renderings of the characters, which I find interesting). So when describing their physicality, I tend to refer back to the MCU, since this is technically an MCU AU. But the longer I go with the story, the murkier the resemblance feels to me, especially when I think about Bucky, IDK why. I have also been considering doing something more with BW after I finish it (i.e., converting it into a proper not-bajillion-word novel, sunk cost and whatnot), in which case I would definitely change the characters’ appearance, names, cut MCU Easter eggs, etc. So when I try to think of who these people might be in future iterations of the story, things get even more blurred in my mind when I imagine them.

I wonder how other people see them??

So, with regards to PTSD clinical teams, there is some variation across VAs in the system. Some focus more on military-related trauma, whether it’s war, military sexual trauma, accidents, etc. as a way of concentrating their services and managing supply and demand. From talking with providers in these kinds of systems, sometimes you just NEED a military-related trauma, but you can be treated for, say, a childhood trauma if it’s more pressing. Other VAs are very open in their criteria, and you can see them for pretty much any kind of trauma that qualifies diagnostically for PTSD (or sub-threshold PTSD) without question. That’s why I love the expression “If you’ve been to one VA, you’ve been to one VA.” That said, it kind of doesn’t matter what kind of PTSD clinical team is at the VA in Manhattan, because Bucky has so much military trauma that he would very likely qualify to receive services in any PTSD clinical team. They just might focus on childhood stuff (if Bucky actually let them, which is another matter entirely).

This is a great question! Thanks for asking.

I love a snarky asshole Bucky so much, and I’ve tried to temper this version of him with enough hard-earned genuineness to offset it a little bit. It’s such a tender balance with him, because if you back him too far into a corner, he’s going to let you have it. But if you give him too much space, it’s hard to pin him down and wring something honest from him. He’s definitely learned to use humor and sarcasm to deflect from painful or uncomfortable situations, and it’s a very adaptive short-term strategy that makes him both endearing and infuriating to others.

But ugh, yeah, shit gets so rough around Chapter 28/29. I don’t know how to feel when people have really strong emotional reactions to this story, because one part of me doesn’t want to contribute to the crappy feelings people may already be struggling with — especially in the times of COVID — but I don’t want to be afraid to dive into the hurt these characters are experiencing. That’s why I recommend checking in with oneself before reading to get a sense of how much emotional bandwidth is available to manage the immense problems of two people struggling so much. I also think that for some people it can be cathartic or otherwise not-bad maybe (?), based on the feedback I’ve received. I also really try hard to balance out the painful stuff with growth, even though it can be terribly difficult to locate sometimes.

In comments to folks, and here, I often talk about adjusting the ticks on your measuring stick for progress, where instead of leaps of progress over feet/meters, we may be observing things on an inch/mm scale. This story is my most sincere effort at a “recovery is not linear” narrative, which I think is so much more reflective of real life for a lot of folks than a straight upward trajectory. Humans are such creatures of habit, and the lessons these characters have learned through their lives about themselves, trust, relationships, and how to manage emotions are very deeply ingrained — often through traumatic means. These are the lessons learned the hardest, with the greatest perceived consequences for change, and it takes real courage for us to be able to try new things even once, let alone to establish a reliable pattern of behavior. This can lead to a lot of frustration for us as readers/writer, and I come from a place of this being okay, because we are encountering a parallel process with the characters, who are frustrated with each other and themselves about the same things. I do hope the pain/progress/joy ratios are not horribly out of whack most of the time. That’s another reason I like long chapters, because if this was just blips of sometimes terrible episodes in shorter form, I think it would be very challenging to not lose hope entirely.

But I’m so glad you’re finding the read meaningful, even if it’s sometimes painful and difficult.

(YES.)

And FINALLY -- (this is all soooo long, I’m so sorry.)

Oh, thank you for this question! My spreadsheet ended up getting too difficult to manage, and I actually had a small crisis six months ago about how the fic was going to end, because it just didn’t feel right. I had to scrap it and go back to the drawing board and really ask myself - what would these characters really do? Naturally, as a factor of their psychologies and circumstances, how will they bring this story to an end? Some advice I once heard about a “satisfying” ending is that it’s the place where there’s simply nothing more to say about the characters. There’s no more story to tell. I had to abandon all of my desires and ideas for a particular ending or concerns about making people sad or happy or excited or disappointed. I know that the only ending that will be satisfying is one that makes sense for these people. Anything contrived or backward-engineer-y wouldn’t feel right to anyone. I do have a couple of specific character arc things I want to happen, so I set those down as touchstones and said, okay, what would happen next? What would Steve do with this? And what would Bucky do with this? And what would they do with the thing the other person did? I take a very psychology and prior-behavior-based approach to plotting, almost all character driven. The rest is just figuring out what is supposed to go where and how to organize it.

I’ve converted everything to a Google Doc and have a very basic outline where I write plotty-plot stuff. I also have a “garbage dump” doc where I write certain lines I want to use or certain details I want to include somewhere. When I get into a new chapter, I’ll check the dump doc as I outline and write to see if I want to pluck anything from there. I have my outline open regularly to add to it. Sometimes I write scenes out of order, dialogue first, but that’s only if I really am excited about a particular scene and cannot contain myself. Otherwise, I write completely chronologically and have no buffer. I post things as soon as I write them.

As for your specific questions, I do have a “process” for getting into my characters’ heads. It helps to know them so very well and to have a firm sense of their idiosyncrasies and patterns of behavior. As you may have noticed, they repeat their patterns all. the. time, as humans do, but I also want to have them change their behaviors a little as things go and they progress. So I may wonder what they could do a little differently, why they would WANT to behave differently, and imagine what they would need to do to change their behavior. Do they need to take breaths? Do they remember the last time some shit went down? I really try to think of the “how” and “why” of every single action - from big blowouts to eye rolls.

So once I’ve figured out what they are going to do, I try to pinpoint the associated emotions I want to highlight. This is a whole separate process, because I have to think also about their internal versus their external emotional states. Steve, for example, will often have a discrepant inside and outside, because one of the truths about his character is that he is a chronic suppressor. There is also the issue of unreliable narration and interpretation of behavior. Steve might do something in a scene, but that doesn’t mean Bucky is going to interpret it the way it was intended. I have to think about their individual filters, which often reflect their internal beliefs about themselves. Bucky is more likely to read Steve’s actions as reflections of how BUCKY feels about HIMSELF (e.g., he’s disgusted by me because I’m disgusting) rather than imagine what Steve is really thinking based on his own experiences and beliefs about Bucky. I also attempt to convey some of the more second and third layer emotions that people have in situations, rather than only highlighting the primary emotion. Sad things don’t always just make people sad. Powerful emotions, for example, might make Steve feel out of control of himself, which could generate secondary emotions for him like frustration because he’s losing control. Part of the process in the construction of the narrative is also scrubbing what I’ve written for POV, because Bucky’s word choices aren’t the same as Steve’s, and in order to try to preserve the “voice” of each character, I often have to change the words I’ve opted to use, as well as the syntax.

So, as you can see, there’s a lot of layering that is happening all the time. As for the dialogue, I have no compunction about saying the lines aloud, “acting” them to see how they sound, to get a sense of what tone I want them to say things in. Now that I think of it, I do a bit of movement-based stuff, thinking about how people sit and stand, figuring how many steps it takes to get from A-Z, what it would look like to lean against something, how it would feel on the body, etc. I try to get the most felt sense of things as I can. If I’m imagining a scene, I try to put myself in the shoes of the characters to the point where I feel the emotions, just so I can know how it reflects in my body and my mind and behavior. I have more than once gotten drunk and drunk-written drunk Bucky then gone to clean it up later, as drunk writing can generate some great content I never would have been able to come up with sober, but the form, grammar, spelling, etc. is often rubbish. I also talk a LOT to my beta about all of this stuff, and I have certain friends and acquaintances in the fandom who are my consultants for various things.

So, I’m somewhat method I guess?? Is that a thing?? I dunno. It’s not hard to do when you live and breathe a story. It’s required a deep level of interest in - quite possibly an obsession with - the characters and their lives. I adore my characters, not in a self-congratulatory way, but because they feel so real to me. So it’s a joy to plan and write -- though I do hate first drafts with a passion.

OH - I also sometimes fast-draft chapters, which I did for 39. That is, write as FAST AS YOU CAN with no regard for how shitty the writing is. I wrote 10k words in a week, which was a finished fast-draft for me, and thus I had a very good felt sense of what was going to happen in the chapter, which felt amazing. It requires intensive outlining before, and nearly every word had to be rewritten, but one of the greatest frustrations of a story for me is having blank space ahead. Re-writing is way more fun than first draft writing. I have fluffed it up twofold with higher quality content, which I did all in less than two months…!!

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Well, this is surely my most unnecessarily yammering YAIT in history. But I hope it at least conveys my enthusiasm for these wonderful asks! It’s so lovely to hear from all of you, even if I take an eon to get back to you. Hang in there, everyone!

@grimshady @hutchhitched @b0n3l3ssm1lk

(And thank you to @bae-buckyaboveeverything for the shout out. You made my day<3)

#you asked #baghdad waltz #asks

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monsterfuneral · 4 years

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monster live reacts to interview with the vampire

Alright I'm about to watch Interview With the Vampire for the first time and I'm gonna live react to it (in one post so I don't blog people's dashboards).

I don't know anything about this movie so :)

A new - Indicates when something new has happened.

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- Let me see that fucking scientologist!!!

- WAIT CHRISTIAN SLATER'S IN THIS?! WH-

- I like this *very* dramatic music playing

- ...I don't think I've ever seen Christian in anything other than Heathers so.

- (When Louis turn on the lights) WHY IS HE SO VEINY LMAO.

Okay edward cullen

Ah yes vampire backstory

- Poor guy 😔

- OH SHIT IT'S THE BLONDE BITCH. IS THIS LESTAT??

- Oh shit he's about to get a little sucky sucky... Shit nvm she's dead

OH SHIT WE FLYIN

He's just taking a little swim. Literally how did he survive.

- Oh shit hes back

Just kiss already, fuck dude

- OH. He's a quick little guy, just a little cuddle with my pal

Bleed on his ass. Oh shit he's into it

Oh shit he's turning into a werewolf.

HIS VAMPIRE WHAT. He's got new ass eyes.

WHAT THE FUCK THE STATUE'S EYES ARE MOVING

- "Coffins are unfortunately a necessity" am I the only one who's like... Totally okay with the idea of sleeping in a coffin or

- Lestat is really pretty 😳

- Oh he's god a nifty little thumb thing, that's very epic of him.

- HE REALLY JUST FUCKING CAUGHT THAY DAMN RAT AND IS NOW EATING IT....

He shook that damn rat out like it was a bottle

- Doggies

READ HER THOUGHTS WHAT

- Oh shit they taking the dogs for walkies

Sir you have lipstick on your nose

NOOOO THE DOGS.

- Oh shit he's mad

LESTAT'S LAUGH LMAO WHAT THE FUCK

- He is fucking hungry. All those chickens gone to waste.

Oh shit

- He's such an asshole omg

OH HE'S MAD

- Oh shit he's giving him the hand. Louis is NOT having Lestat's dramatics right now

- Oh shit THE CRAWFISHNOOOO

Oh shit she's dead. Poor girl :(

- Yes love arson

Lestat is SO DRAMATIC "PERFECT! PERFECT! JUST BURN THE WHOLE PLACE DOWN!" I think that's what he's doing sir.

LMAO "OH SHUT UP LOUIS, COME HERE!" yeah get his ass Lestat

- Oh a cemetery:) this is nice

- Lestat's only moods are: overly dramatic, horny.

Also I absolutely refuse to believe this man is straight

YO THOSE FUCKING CHEEKS ARE *STRAINING* IN THOSE PANTS

- Just me and my big happy vampire family :)

Aww wait okay that's actually kinda cute. Just two dad's spoiling their daughter :) I'm sure nothing bad at all will happen.

LMAOOOOOO "Claudia! Now who will get to finish your dress? A little practicalities, remember, never in your home" AND THE LITTLE HAND SLAPS LMAO. I fucking love him.

AWWW HER LITTLE COFFIN IS SO CUTE

(NOOO MY DRAFT DIDN'T SAVE AND DELETED A FEW THINGS I SAID)

- Anyway, I'm at the part where Claudia is upset over Lestat treating her like a doll. Which I can't blame her, I wouldn't be too pleased about it either if this was how I was treated for the past 30 years.

Oh shit she's throwing the dolls away.

THERE'S SO MANY OMG

Oh shit there's a body on the bed. Lestat is not happy, oh shit he's shaking her around.

LESTAT CALM DOWN DAMN

- Oh shit she's cutting her hair off. You know what you fucking go, stand up for yourself.

It (short hair) actually looks pretty good, we love that for her.

OH SHIT NVM IT'S BACK SHE IS ANGRY

- I do not blame her at all. Even though she was sick her whole life was still robbed from her, I compl understand the rage, this is an amazing performance.

LESTAT SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING DID THIS DUDE.

OH SHIT SHE'S FUCKING CUTTING HIS ASS

- He just pulled a David line "you will never grow old, and you will never die"

- Louis is such a sweetheart. I love him so much. (I love lestat too he's just a bitch)

- Poor Claudia. She deserved to be happy.

"my love..." 🤢 What.

- Lestat's fucking dramatic piano playing JSWJRKEK

- Lestat is really just Klaus Mikaelson with less rage (maybe)

I feel like she's got a devious little plan.

"we forgive each other then?" He just wants someone to love him man...

OH MY GOD DID SHE JIST DRUG HIM LMAO

OH NO IT'S BC THEY'RE DEAD

OH SHIT!! SHE JUST FUCKING SLIT HIS THROAT! You know even though I love Lestat. I'm proud of Claudia.

"good night, sweet prince" get his ass

- I'm glad she's doing research though, she deserves to know what she is.

- AWW BIRDIES

- Uh oh he god ding dong ditched.

I'm making a prediction right now: Lestat isn't dead.

choking his ass out fuck. That corpse was dirty as hell but I assume I was right and it was Lestat.

I knew it. He is a little leather bastard now.

- OH SHIT SET HIS ASS ON FIRE

HE'S FLYING WHILE ON FIRE LMAO

Louis you fucking go, king shit.

- Claudia is quite the artist. Shit dude.

They're in paris now :) I have a tiktok for this, will post afterwards.

- I'm so glad they're both happy. I'm sure it totally won't be ruined or anything :)

- Oh shit new Vampire?? Just me and my new pal syncing up

I LEGIT THOUGHT HE WAS ABOUT TO GO THROUGH THE WALL LMAO

OH NVM HE'S JUST DANCING UP IT

- WHO IS THAT 👀

nvm I don't like him he gives me bad vibes.

- Vampire party?

Just a play nvm.

Oh shit this is fucked up. Hey guys I don't think she's apart of his.

Nvm she might be idk. (she wasn’t)

YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE A GIF FOR THIS FEEDING SCENE IN THE PLAY

- The dress Claudia is wearing is very pretty though

- THE WAY HE REACTED TO THE OTHER BITE MARKS ON THE KID'S HAND LMAO

- I don't trust this guy.

Oh shit old ass. 400

Oh shit they have what we do in the shadows rules.

- Poor Claudia.

- Oh shit she's going to the doll store 😔

- I AM SHOCKED I JUST REALIZED THIS GUY IS ANTONIO BANDERAS LMAO

Me listening to this guy talk: wait that Antonio Banderas?...

Me: there's no way *starts looking it up*

Me when I look at the cast list, now covering my mouth: ....it's Antonio Banderas....

Louis better not fall for this shit. Claudia needs you dude.

Tbh I wish my nails looked as good as Louis'

- That sidewalk is so fucking skinny man.

- Who's the lady...

Oh shit Claudia 😔 poor thing. She doesn't deserve all this pain.

Oh shit he's gonna do it.

Oh shit he's doing it.

OH SHIT HE DID IT.

- Poor Louis 😔 this story is just a "I feel bad for everyone" kinda story huh.

WHAT THE FUCKWHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM HUUUH????? 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢

- NOOOO WHAT'S HAPPENING

CLAUDIA NOOO

WHAT IS HAPPENING

This is very not epic of them.

Oh shit are they in like a sun trap or something, like in what we do in the shadows

DNWKSLSK I WAS RIGHT. I'm a fucking genius.

Oh no 😔 poor Claudia man.

- Oh Armand is actually helping. That's very epic of him. Scared it's 100% too late for Claudia though.

NOOOOOO

Poor Claudia 😔 you'll be missed AND POOR LOUIS THAT WAS HIS ONLY FAMILY >:( angry.

I would say at least Claudia's freed but literally to where... :( I hope she's somewhere happier.

- His eyes are so red omg.

AWW HE'S CRYING

- GET YOUR REVENGE BB

Ooo it was very pleasing to watch that liquid pour down those fancy steps

- YEAH BITCH GET YOUR REVENGE LIGHT THOSE ASSHOLES UP

OH MY GOD???? HE FUCKIN CUT HER HEAD OFF WOOOO. GET THEIR ASSES LOUIS!

This vest on him? Iconic.

OH FUCK JUST CHOPPED THROUGH HIS ASS LIKE NOTHING

YOU GO LOUIS. ICONIC. AMAZING.

- LMAO THE WAY HE THREW HIMSELF INTO THE WINDOW OF THE CARRIAGE

- Oh Louis 😔

- Now he's all alone this is so sad :(

- He’s a movie nerd, understandable.

- He's so pretty

- WAIT OLD DEATH???👀👀👀👀 L-lestat?....

Body in the vines.

Bats :).

AAAAAAA I KNEW IT

HE LITERALLY CAN NOT DIE. HOW IS HE ALIVE.

You look a little decrepit my man

"still beautiful Louis" *cries*

THE WAY HE SCOOTS AWAY LMAO

"the more I wanted you" just admit you were in love with him, loser.

"become the old Lestat" well I don't think we need that. Love you though :)

- Mans really just said "but louis I wanna be traumatized too :("

OH SHIT CHOKING HIM ALL THE WAY UP TO THE CEILING

- Oh he's got a nice car though :)

- LESTAT LET HIM GO HE'S DRIVING

HE'S SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN I LOVE HIM

THE END

I really liked it :) a little weird how they made Claudia and Louis’ relationship seem romantic, I didn’t like that, and well some other things too but, you know.

#monster watches

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pyroandtheprincess · 5 years

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Years and years ago...

Back when chapter 539 came out, aka the chapter we found out all the dragon slayers disappeared and Lucy still thinks she failed at saving Natsu (but he is really in that realm in the sky with Acnolgia), my angsty self was intrigued and inspired. In the moments after reading this chapter, I started thinking about how the next one would play out, following these moments, and how I thought the story would ultimately conclude. Moral of this narrative, I basically came up with an entire “alternate ending” to Fairy Tail (that’s extremely NaLu heavy... can you blame me?), but I only wrote the first chapter because writing is so hard lmao. I found it sitting in my drafts, reread it and thought, “hey, let’s not let this just sit here and rot!” So, I’m sharing it now. If people are curious about this story, maybe I’ll continue it? No guarantees. But regardless, I hope you enjoy it, even though I haven’t touched it in years... please be nice. There are probably a lot of inaccuracies with the story too, but hey, what can you do? I also didn’t feel like actually proof reading lmao. Okay, I’ll shut up now. All these wonderful characters belong to the legendary Hiro Mashima. Peace and blessings everyone and happy reading!!

Chapter 1:

They trudge forward slowly, heads hanging low. The only sounds to be heard through the deserted alley way are the quiet sobs of the blue exceed clinging to Lucy’s chest. The trauma is still fresh, and each of the dazed travelers are still wracking their brains to make sense of what just occurred.

Natsu has, well, vanished. One moment the fire breathing wizard was there and in the next he was gone.

A soft breeze, rustles Lucy’s bangs, making them stick to the tears that spill from her eyes.

It was her fault. She thought she had been able to save him. Endured a darkness that burned her, an ache she could still feel deep with in the pit of her stomach. She wrote down every adventure, every laugh, every single moment she remembered and shared with Natsu. But, it wasn't enough. She would, no, could never forgive herself for this.

Suddenly, the trio comes into ear shot of what seems like, for lack of a better word, panic. A solemn looking Gray instantly catches Lucy’s eyes, and not a moment later they take off running toward the commotion.

“He’s gone!” A woman’s voice screams, “He vanished into thin air!” She sounds desperate and terrified. Gray’s stomach drops, he recognizes the voice.

“Levy! Relax, just-”

“No Jet, no!" Levy's small, but stern, finger points straight between his eyes, "I just got him b-back!” Her voice cracks, and girl crumples to the ground. She shakes so violently that Jet and Droy have to sink too in order to hold her still as she sobs, "He's left me again, I can't.. I can't... W-where? Where did you go Gajeel?!”

“Lauxus?! Lauxus!” Freed is screaming too, eyes wide and head whipping around wildly in search along with the other members of the Thunder Legion whom seem just as frantic.

“Where did they go? Where could they possibly have gone?” Cana’s voice shakes with fear as Gildarts holds her sturdy, but the look on his face is one full of terror. The dragon slayers' disappearance has shaken them all.

“What’s going on he-?!" As Gray skids to a stop, he collides with something, or rather, someone collides with him.

"Gray-sama!" Juvia squeezes her arms around his torso hard enough for all of the wind to rush right out of him, "Juvia is so happy to see you alive and well... Juvia is so happy." At the sound of her sniffling, he relaxes in her grip. Wrapping an arm around her waist and resting a hand behind her head, he mutters her name in a relieved whisper.

"Gray, Lucy, Happy!" Mira starts toward the newcomers, “I’m so glad to see you're alright." She holds Lucy and Happy for a brief moment before stepping back, "Is Natsu not with you?"

Happy's choked sob was enough to give them all the answer they need, but Gray speaks up regardless, "He vanished... we turned around and he was just gone."

"I see, so that gives us reason to believe all of the dragon slayers have gone missing somehow."

"All of them?" Gray questions.

Lisanna nods,"Laxus and Gajeel suddenly disappeared before our eyes. We didn't have time to even blink before-!"

"Poof." Elfman finishes for his younger sister, and holds her and Evergreen tighter to his sides.

"If the others are gone too, that means Natsu didn't disappear because of Zeref! Lucy you did save him!" Happy chimes in turning to Lucy with a watery smile.

But, Lucy's eyes are shaded over, and Happy begins to noice how she has been mysteriously and uncharacteristically quiet during this whole interaction.

"Lucy...?" Happy questions, leaning in closer to get a better look at her face. Suddenly her head snaps up, but her face is almost polar opposite to what was anticipated.

"Piri-piri!" She exclaims cheerfully. This catchphrase could only mean one thing, and everyone's thoughts are proved right when Lucy suddenly turns to a puff of smoke and two figures emerge from it. "Piri-piri!" Gemini repeat as they twirl around in glee, "Lucy will be so pleased to find out Natsu is alive!" One of them sings, "Piri-piri yes, yes! But I bet she will want to beat him up herself!" The other one giggles and they laugh together as they continue to dance around.

While they continue their celebration, everyone else in the surrounding group are flabbergasted. A now floating in place Happy's jaw dropped expression summarizes it all. "W-wait-?"

"Lucy-?"

"Asked us to take her place while she figured things out!" Gemini admits cheerfully. “But, now our work here is done!” Without any further explanation the celestial spirits return to the spirit world in a flash.

The silence following creates a tension that could be cut with a knife. But it’s quickly broken by an aggravated groan, the ice wizard is furious.

Exasperated, Gray runs a hand through his hair, “When was she able to-“

“When she stumbled off looking sick to her stomach...” the exceeds eyes meet Gray’s and they realize exactly what had transpired.

That sneaky little star girl, what has she gotten herself into?!

"That means-" Levy, who has stopped her shaking, begins. Although, she bites her tongue. Her best friend must be suffering even more heart ache than she is at the moment. She thinks Natsu is gone without a trace, no leads. She can empathize with her.

"Do we think-" Gray starts but Cana finishes, "Achnologia is behind this?"

The look across everyone's faces reads the that they also came to that dark conclusion.

"Lucy thinks Zeref has something to do with Natsu leaving though!" Happy exclaims rising slightly higher in the sky and turning to face the entire group, "I'd bet 100 fish that she left for the guild!"

"Lucy put herself in so much danger and through so much agony saving him by rewriting that damned book-" Gray explains to the group only to be cut off once again.

"She did what?!" Levy exclaims, suddenly rising to her feet.

“Yeah, this weird pattern started to cover her entire body! It kinda looked like when Gray uses ice demon magic!” Happy adds.

Levy’s hand slowly rises to cover her mouth, eyes wider than if she had seen a ghost. Just as she’s about to speak, a raspy familiar voice rises from behind the large group.

"Lucy has so much heart, so much spirit.”

"Master!" The group exclaims in unison and they turn to surround him as he continues to speak.

"I have no doubt in my mind she will do anything to save Natsu, even if it may cost her every thing." Porciclucia dabs water on his face as everyone else looks between each other.

"I'M GOING TO PROTECT NATSU, NO MATTER THE COST!" An image of earlier events passes through Happy's mind and the fur on his back sticks up.

“Happy,” Levy makes her way to the exceed, and places a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes are deathly serious as she continues, “If Lucy has been exposed to Zeref’s magic, she could be in real danger.” She looks up to Gray, “I need to know exactly what went down when Lucy opened that book.”

“If Lucy is in danger, we have to go find her!” Happy speaks frantically, flying up to address the group once more

“It’s too late for that!” Someone yells from behind the group. Everyone instantly looks up to see Loke leaning on to his knees, panting heavily.

“Loke-“

He lifts his head, looking distraught, “Lucy’s vanished.”

#nalu #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #ft #fairy tail nalu #ft spoilers #hiro mashima #gruvia #galevy

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Two Opposite Poles / Yoongi

Pairing: slytherin yoongi x hufflepuff reader

Word count: 4.9k

Description: Everyone knew that you and Yoongi were completely different. You were a social butterfly with a bubbly personality. He, on the other side, was an introvert who was talented at intimidating everyone, which is the main reason you didn’t want to come in contact with a person like him. Though after the black-haired boy gets hit by a bludger, you begin to think that opposite poles might be able to attract.

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever au posted here! I usually write for myself and never post any of my work, but I’ve been so obsessed with bts x harry potter lately, and after reading a couple of aus I’ve decided to write some myself ;-; I hope you like it! If I make mistakes, please forgive me, as English is not my first language.

P.S: I forgot to save the changes for the draft and lost a good amount of this and almost started crying :’)

Just a teeny tiny bit. . .

You carefully took a bite out of your energy bar under your desk, praying to God that Professor McGonagall won’t see you. Lunch was just ‘round the corner, but you didn’t get to eat much at breakfast, and your stomach couldn’t take it anymore. So you took an energy bar out of your bag and started munching slowly.

Soo good. . .

“Miss L/N!” Professor McGonagall asks on a loud tone, startling you so bad you hit your head on the desk, making you moan in pain at the contact. “What are you doing there?”

Your brain quickly thinks of a good-enough excuse before it was too late. “I, uhm. . . I dropped my pen!” You say in your defence, though your half-full mouth doesn’t help you much. The whole class starts laughing upon seeing you get caught for eating during class.

“And I suppose you stopped for a bite half-way?” The woman raises an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile of her own. You hurry to finish the remaining food in your mouth before leaving hour head hung low in embarassment.

“I apologize, Professor McGonagall,” you start, hoping she won’t take off house points. Hufflepuff was so close to beating Slytherin to first place, it would be a shame if there’d be a bigger gap because of you. “It won’t happen again.”

“Next time, control your appetite until lunch, Miss L/N,” Professor McGonagall advises you, turning her back to the class and continuing her lesson. A few laughs could still fadely be heard in the class.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you drop your head in your arms, trying to hide away the embarassment. You usually never disturbed classes, but you knew that you had food on you, and the urge was so big—

You felt someone staring at you. And God, it suddenly felt so cold in the Transfiguration classroom. . . You raise your gaze, scanning the room to see who the culpit was. And suddenly, your eyes lock with someone you were surprised to see. A few tables in front of you, in the corner of your eye, Min Yoongi, a slytherin boy that was the same year as you, was deeply staring at you.

And as you stared back, he didn’t urge to look away. With a questioning look, you continued to look at him until Professor McGonagall requested for the whole class to write down the next piece of information she was about to give us about today’s lesson.

Weird. . .

You obviously knew who Yoongi was. Basically everyone in this goddamn school always compared the two of you to the other. “Wow, Y/N is so cheerful and Yoongi is so cold,” they say. “They’d make a great couple!”

You never usually understood the last part. Why would the two of you make a good couple? You barely spoke a word to each other. The only times you had interacted with him was whenever Namjoon, your best friend, met up with him while you were present. You had a lot of mutual friends, though you couldn’t consider yourselves friends.

The bell wakes you up from your thoughts, and you hurry to gather your things and blast into a sprint towards the Great Hall, your stomach still protesting.

In your hurry, you accidentally bump in a couple of students, and when you turn to apologize, you notice that one of them was none other than Yoongi. Great, he was staring at you again. That cold stare of his, one that sent shivers down your spine.

Gosh he really was intimidating.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stutter, standing frozen for a couple of seconds before remembering what you were meant to do. Right, lunch. So you gather the power to escape the boy’s aura that had you trapped like a bird in a cage, and sprint to the Great Hall in your second attempt.

There, you hurry to dig into the food available, joining Hoseok and Taehyung, your other friends who were also in the same house as you. The boys were talking about their next Quidditch match, which was against Slytherin, when you dropped in a seat beside them.

“Missed anything while I was away?” You ask, not even bothering to look at them as you guide a chicken leg to your mouth. Hoseok and Taehyung watched the sight of you devouring you food in awe before answering.

“We have a huge problem!” Hoseok whines, making fake crying sounds. For the sake of your friends, you stop eating for a second. “Oh? What happened?” You ask, curiousity getting the best of you.

“Woojin is utterly ill and we have no seeker for tomorrow! This is a disaster!” Taehyung cries, sitting back in his chair, sighing deeply. For a second, you thought the two of them were pulling a scene on stage. You try your best to hide a smile, for the sake of not hurting their feelings.

As you guide a spoonful of mashed potatoes to your mouth, Hoseok suddenly stands up, his chair making a loud screeching noise which startles you so bad that your precious mashed potatoes meet your cheek instead of mouth. You mutter a profanity under your breath as you grab a tissue to wipe the food off your face. Instead of mashed potatoes, you favor your glass of water.

“Y/N,” he turns to you, a dumb smile doninating his face, “aren’t you fast on a broom? What do you say?” He suggests, a spark of hope glistening in his hazel eyes.

The water in your mouth almost erupts like a fountain upon hearing his offer. “Me? A s-seeker?” You scream in disbelief. Heads turn upon hearing the loud sound. Crossing your hands over your chest, you shake your head in disapproval.

“Please! You are our only chance! It’s just this game! We only need you for one game!” Hoseok cries, clapping his hands together and falling on his knees. “Hoseok, what are you—“

“We beg you, Y/N!” Taehyung joins the red-headed boy, doing the exact same gesture. “I’ll give you the Marauder’s Map for a whole week!”

“And I’ll wash your robes and convince Namjoon to do your Arithmancy homework!” Hoseok throws his offer on the table as well. Now the whole Great Hall was curious to see what the hell was going on at your table, eager to find out if it was a fight or a confession.

But, to their disappointment, it was just two idiots trying to win you over.

And to spare the three of you more public embarassment, you decide to give up. “Fine, I’ll do it,” you say, almost as a whisper, but loud enough for the two to hear.

“YES! THANK YOU!” They both scream in unison, starting to dance and pulling each other into a hug, cheering in victory. You could feel the stares of so many people that you lean in your seat, almost falling under the table as heat rushes to your cheeks, the exact same thing that had happened less than half an hour ago.

Soon after, the two sit back down and return to their meal, acting like they didn’t just cause a scene a couple minute before. Why were you even friends with such idiots? But you answer to your own question as your lips curl into a smile. They were just too funny.

“Wait, hyung,” Taehyung suddenly starting, sipping on his pumpkin juice. “If Y/N is our seeker, that means she’ll have to beat Yoongi-hyung.”

Y-yoongi. . .?

Gosh, you had completely forgotten that he was Slytherin’s seeker. Not only that, but he was a really good one. . . It was settled then. You were no match against him.

“If he’s the seeker, then I’ll be as good against him as no one,” you sigh, stuffing the last piece of chicken in your mouth. Why did they even ask you if they knew—

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Y/N!” Hoseok sweetly says. “With your swift and motivation, I can bet that the golden snitch will fly directly in your hands!”

“You just have to catch it, sweetheart,” Taehyung says. “That will secure our win. That’s all we ask from you!”

It seemed so little, but it felt like so much to ask for. . .

Why were you here?

That question had lingered in your mind for the past week, ever since you started training for the Quidditch match. And after a whole week’s worth of training, you thought you were in a pretty good place, but that still didn’t make all the fear of screwing everything up go away.

On the third day of training, you managed to catch the golden snitch for two times, and that’s when your streak started. The next day, three times, the next one, four, and so on. And the first time you caught it, your heart filled up with joy, because being a seeker is probably the most important position on a Quidditch team, and the fact that you were able to do that. . .

Wow.

You felt complete.

You try to wipe the confident smirk off your face as you fix your gloves on your hands. You and the team were in the locker room, a few minutes away from the beginning of the match.

“You can do it, sunshine,” Hoseok crouches in front of you, throwing an encouraging smile. “Thanks, Hobi. I still feel like I’ll do a shitty job,” you confess, your gaze falling.

“Stop saying that. You’re really good. You were great even before training started. I’m sure you’ll do a great job today, even if we don’t win.”

You can’t help but blush at his encouraging words.

Just then, Madam Hooch storms into the locker room, telling you all to get ready to go out on the field and start the game. You took a last deep breath before standing up from your seat, broom in hand.

Taehyung and Hoseok find way to both of your sides, each placing a hand on your shoulder.

“We believe in you,” they both say in unison before the doors slide open.

In front of you appears the Quidditch pitch. All bleachers were full with students, everyone present to watch what was predicted to be the hottest match this term. You felt every pair of eyes piercing through you, making you feel uneasy. But you tried to push the bad emotions away. You needed confidence tonight.

“Our first team is Hufflepuff, with the most sudden replacement! Please welcome them and their new seeker for the night, Y/N L/N!” Kim Jongdae, the commentator, screams into the microphone, the crowd following his instructions.

They cheer for your team, for you.

To know that more than a hundred people were rooting for you felt extreme. It felt big, and it surely warmed your heart.

“And their opponent for tonight, this season’s favourite team. . . Slytherin!” Jongdae cheers once again, and so does the crowd as the slytherins enter the field.

You look through your opponents, searching for one particular black-haired boy. And there he was, behind Park Jimin, his face expressionless, as always. His eyes lock with yours for the second time today, and the second time ever. His stare pierces through you, and you try to not show the fear that was slowly but surely taking over you.

“Players, mount your brooms!”

All fourteen do as instructed, and when Jongdae screams ‘Ready, set, game!’, you all blast off into the sky.

Your first plan is to go as high as anyone and start scanning the pitch, in hopes you’d spot the golden snitch. And after a couple minutes, you see it flying around the Ravenclaw bleachers, so you fly as fast as possible to get to it.

“Not so fast, replacement,” you hear a deep voice behind you, and before you know it, Yoongi passes by you, trying to reach the golden snitch before you. Replacement, you say? That was his nickname for you?

“It’s just a game. Let’s not start insulting each other,” you scream through the wind, deciding to be a pacifist. Yoongi turns his gaze to you, smirking.

“You’re such a Hufflepuff, it makes me vomit.”

“Thanks. You’re a good Slytherin yourself,” you say back, proud of yourself. Because of your small bickering, the two of you lose sight of the golden snitch, and surely Yoongi isn’t quite happy with that.

The boy growls in annoyance, flying off to God knows where. You ignore him and start going around the pitch once again.

"Oh Sehun of Slytherin scores once again! Seventy-fifty for Slytherin!" Jongdae's voice echoes, ringing in your ears. He sure had an interesting voice. . .

The golden spark catches your eye in an instant now, and before you know it, you and Yoongi are back at each other, trying to catch the golden snitch.

"I can't lose to a beginner," he huffs, leaning in to reach for the small ball. You were pretty high now. You try to push him away from the snitch. "It seems today is not your lu—"

You don't get to finish the sentence as a bludger smashes into your arm so hard that it pushes you off your broom. "No!" You scream in despair and notice Yoongi stopping in his tracks to look at you falling.

As you were falling, you manage to pull your wand out and yell 'Accio!', your broom coming to you as fast as lightning. Before you meet the ground, you mount your broom once again.

Phew, that was close.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi comes beside you, the slight show of worry making you feel weird. Though you decide to ignore it. "Yeah, I guess," you reply, an awkward tension building up between the two of you.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry for not protecting you!" Hoseok flies to you, pouting. "It's okay. Go back! Get your head in the game!" You yell, adrenaline getting the best of you.

A couple more attempts later, you decide that this was the final straw. You were better than to try and catch it for over five times. This had to end. Not only were you getting tired, but you were also getting sick of the repetitive routine.

Yoongi was back at being first to try and catch the golden snitch, and you were ready to do anything to stop him and steal it, securing Hufflepuff's win.

You quickly glance to your left, thanking God for your good reflexes.

"Bludger!"

You point your broom down and dodge the dangerous ball, catching speed and taking advantage, your grip tightening around the golden snitch.

You almost fall off your broom, happy that it had finally ended.

A scream full of joy runs off your lips as you feel the golden snitch in your hand, the whole pitch screaming, except for the Slytherins. You quickly land, and soon, your teammates join you, hugging you tightly.

"I knew you could do it!" Taehyung says, quickly wiping a tear off his cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Y/N!" He adds, ruffling your hair. All you could do was giggle like an idiot, overwhelmed by the amount of love you were getting, as well as the joy that was building up inside of you.

"Out of the way! This is an emergency!"

Madam Pomfrey's irritating voice catches your attention. You turn around, curious to see why she was present on the field. But then, your eyes land on the famous black-haired boy that laid on the ground. Worry overtook you.

Apparently, the bludger you had dodged had hit Yoongi in the head and made him fall off his broom, but luckily it wasn't from too high up. Maybe five meters, if not less. But still.

You and your six other friends —who were also Yoongi's— hurry to see if he's okay, but Madam Pomfrey puts a hand out, making you stop.

"I expect not to see you in the hospital wing until after he's woken up! Jesus!" She whines, sprinting off with the unconscious boy and Headmistress McGonagall to the hospital wing.

You didn't even realize that he had gotten hurt because you were so caught up in your win. Now it didn't even feel like a win anymore.

But why were you so marked by Yoongi's injury?

The question remained in your thoughts while you waited for him to wake up. It was probably the fact that he showed worry when you fell, and you wanted to get back at him. You felt like you owed him one, since you ignored him getting his head smashed by a ball.

That should have been it. .

"Why are you doing this? Is there something going on between you and I didn't know?" Namjoon asked, flipping through his Alchemy book. You had always envied Namjoon for being absolutely intelligent, hence he was able to take classes that he was meant to take in the sixth or seventh year.

"No. I just feel bad. You know how I am," you replied, doing your Transfiguration homework. It was the afternoon after the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You had gotten information that Yoongi had woken up some time in the night yesterday, but he decided to go back to sleep.

"He asked me if I was okay when I fell off my broom, but when he got hit, I was so caught up with the win that I forgot about him and I feel bad for acting like that."

Namjoon came beside you, pinching your cheek. "Our sweet Hufflepuff," he cooed, the appearance of his dimples making you smile slightly. "That's really nice of you. Maybe this way you and Yoongi hyung could start being friends."

You couldn't imagine befriending someone who was the completely opposite of you. It felt weird. But, in all honesty, you always took the chance of making a new friend.

Which is why after classes, you make your way to the hospital wing. Today, hence you accepted Taehyung's and Hoseok's offer to be Hufflepuff's seeker for the night, you were in the possession of the Marauder's Map. So early in the morning, you sneaked into one of the tunnels that lead to Hogsmeade.

You didn't know what Yoongi liked, so you bought a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Assorted Sour Strips and two Chocolate Frogs.

You could only hope for him to not get diabetes.

You knock on the door, Madam Pomfrey greeting you with a forced smile. "Dear, what brings you here?" She asks in a sweet tone.

"Good evening. I'm here to see Min Yoongi," you announce, trying to talk as quietly as possible.

"Wow, such a popular boy! His friends have been going in and out all day today!" She laughs, motioning you to come in. "He's the last one on the left. Have fun, sweetheart."

You nod and make your way to the said bed, trying to stop your heart thumping at your chest. And there, you see the famous jet-black-haired boy, who was in his bed, reading what seemed to be a book about ghosts.

You take a deep breath.

"H-hi, Yoongi," you stutter, his head turning your direction as your words leave your mouth. He raises an eyebrow, probably surprised by your sudden visit.

"Why are you here?"

You try not to take it in an offensive matter, though the fact that you've heard that question for so many times had started to annoy you at last.

"Uhm. . . I'm here because I feel bad for not checking up on you when you were injured, since I was so busy with winning the match. And I'm sorry, so I'm trying to make it up to you."

"You don't owe me anything. You can go."

You close your eyes for a second. "You see, I went to Hogsmeade really early today and got you all kinds of stuff. . . I thought maybe you'd want them."

You take the sweets out of your bag, placing them on his nightstand. Then you dare to take a seat on the bed, surprising not only yourself, but Yoongi as well.

You search through your bag once again, pulling out a piece of parchment. "This is a summary of today's classes we have together, as well as the homework we got. Are you well?"

One thing you learnt about Yoongi that instant is that his other default expression was the one of confusion. As you look at him, you try your best not to chuckle at his funny face.

"Honestly, I was supposed to leave two hours ago, but Pomfrey's beds are surprisingly comfortable," he says after a good ten seconds, stretching his limbs.

That's when your lips curl into a small smile. "Well, I'm glad it wasn't too serious," you reply, putting the parchment on the nightstand as well. "Now, out of these three, which one would you like to devour first?" You ask, smiling.

Yoongi stands up, scanning the sweets. "How did you know I like sour candy?" He asks, picking up the bag of Assorted Sour Strips, his eyes going big.

"Well, who doesn't?" At that, you both burst out laughing, but quickly shut up, an awkward tension building between the two of you.

So you start eating the sour strips together, neither one of you saying something.

What's with the sudden closeness you had with Yoongi? It was like you've been friends for a long time, when in fact, today was probably the first time you had exchanged more than one word.

"Would you like to play the game with Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?" You suggest, grabbing the box. Yoongi groans, staring at you deeply.

But this time, you don't feel your body freezing.

You feel it warming up.

"Fine."

And so he stands up again and you move closer, opening the box. "Do you think we'll be able to finish the whole thing?" He asks, yawning. He has been sleeping all day but he was still sleepy?

"I don't know, but there's only one way to find out," you smirk, throwing the first one in your mouth carelessly.

For the next half an hour, you two try out the beans. Honestly, it was you mostly laughing at Yoongi for getting bad flavors.

"This isn't fair, Puff! Why are most of mine bad ones? Did you curse the box or what?" He asks, groaning in frustration. You continue giggling like a maniac, catching Yoongi smiling while looking at you from the corner of your eye.

Heat rushes to your cheeks.

The last two beans laid on the bottom of the box. "One last bean to endure," you announce, taking one for yourself, the boy doing the same.

Yoongi counts to three before the both of you throw the beans in your mouths. You start chewing, immediately feeling like getting ill.

"Dirty sock!" You scream in utter terror.

"Buttered popcorn!" Yoongi yells in delight, an evil smile forming on his face, looking at you in victory. You could bet your face was looking disgusted as ever right now, and the fact that a boy was seeing you in this state made you uneasy.

"What is this fuss going on here?"

Madam Pomfrey's voice makes the both of you turn your heads. "Mr. Min, weren't you supposed to leave a long time ago?"

"I—Uhm— Oops?" He mutters, eventually getting out of bed. "I'm sorry. I'll get going now." He takes his bag, the parchment and the chocolate frog from you. "Let's go, Y/N."

He takes a hold of your arm, dragging you along. Your heart starts racing for an unknown reason as you leave the hospital wing. You didn't know where Yoongi was taking you, but as you started going down the stairs to the basement, you figured it'd be either the kitchens or the Hufflepuff dorms.

"Well, thanks for walking me to my dorm," you say, fidgeting with your fingers. "I guess I'll see you a—"

"Thanks for stopping by and for the sweets," he cuts you off, leaning on the wall. "And I'm sorry I called you a replacement and all that. I get really competitive when it comes to Quidditch," he mutters, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You smile at his attempt at apologizing. "It's okay, Yoongi. And I enjoyed spending time with you eating jelly beans. We should do this more often. You're different than I thought."

"Different? What did you think of me?" He arches an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

"Well. . . I'm not sure if you know, but almost everyone in school likes comparing us, saying how hyped I am and how cold you are, what a social butterfly I am and you're and introvert and things like that. Whenever you stared at me I could feel my whole body freezing because God you have such an intimidating stare," you say, your gaze falling to your shoes.

"But you proved me wrong. You don't seem as cold and intimidating as everyone says."

It was dark in the hall, though a torch was subtly lighting his face, and you notice his cheeks turning crimson. And then, you started studying his handsome features. You had heard girls drooling over his appearance, but you had never gotten the chance to see for yourself from up close.

Your eyes lock. And that's how you both start staring at each other for what seemed like a lifetime, but it was just for ten seconds.

"Uhm. . . I s-should head inside," you stutter, pulling your wand out. "Yeah, y-you should rest," he replies. And so you hit the barrel at the entrance in the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff. The door opens, but just as you were about to enter, you hear Yoongi's voice again.

"L-listen, Y/N. . . Since tomorrow is Saturday. . . W-would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade and spend our time at Honeydukes?"

The way he stuttered only filled your body with warmth.

"Sure. I'd love to," you say before closing the door behind you.

On the other side of the barrel, Yoongi began walking to the Slytherin tower, trying to wipe the smirk off his face.

All these years you've known about each other's existence, there was never something more than that. Yoongi wasn't good at making friends, hence he was only close to six boys. Together, they called themselves Bangtan.

But even if you weren't friends, that didn't mean that Yoongi didn't know about you. About how popular you were for your amazing personality. Every place he went to, it was impossible to not hear about that 'cute and sweet Hufflepuff girl'.

All the times he was staring at you was because he simply enjoyed looking at you. You were always smiling, and somehow, that warmed the boy's heart every time.

"Hyung?" Yoongi heard his cousin's voice as he entered the Slytherin common room. "Where were you? You were supposed to be discharged four hours ago! Did something happen?"

"Don't worry, Jiminie," the older assured, throwing himself on the couch. "I got caught up with something." As his words escaped his mouth, he couldn't help smile upon thinking about you.

That only made Jimin arch his eyebrow in curiosity. "Or should I say someone?" The silver-haired Slytherin suggested, a grin planting itself on his handsome face. "Say, is it the first time you're happy a bludger hits you, hyung?" Jimin smiled.

Obviously caught in the act, Yoongi pulled off a mad look.

"Shut up before I turn you into a chipmunk."

. .

You didn't know why you were so nervous to meet up with Yoongi today.

It wasn't like he asked you on a date. It was just a hangout between two people who are trying to befriend each other.

Right?

You slide your feet into a pair of black ankle boots, finishing today's look. You've decided to keep it simple today, wearing a plain shirt and a matchy skirt, hiding them under your long coat. Today's weather forecast announced a good temperature, considering it was the end of February.

"Where are you going, Y/N?" Your roommate enters the room, noticing you all dressed up. "Uhm, I'm going out to meet with someone," you reply, watching as Hoseok starts watering his plants.

"Oh? Is it perhaps a date?" He curiously asks, wiggling his eyebrows. You can't help but giggle. "I don't think so?" You say, unsure of your answer. "It's Yoongi. I think we're finally becoming friends."

"Right. Friends," he turns around, hiding his dumb smile. All the Bangtan boys knew about Yoongi's crush on you. It seemed he had finally built up the guts to do something about it.

"Well, I hope you have fun!" He happily says, pulling you into a quick hug. You greet your friend goodbye and leave the Hufflepuff dorms.

Two hours ago, your owl delivered you a letter written by Yoongi, suggesting you guys meet on the train to Hogsmeade at exactly 11:30am. Fifteen minutes before the meeting time, you start sprinting down the corridors.

When you get to the train station, you quickly hop into the train and start looking for him.

Of course, he was in a compartment on his own, looking out the window. You smile and open the door, greeting him. He turns to you, a smile of his own forming on his face. A small rose was in his hands, surprising you as he reached to give it to you.

"Ready to start our date, Puff?"

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@molesly sent an excerpt from what we must to get by (smithens on ao3) for the dvd commentary meme!

and it’s so long jesus why do i write dialogue with all these line breaks and beats (because that’s how people talk, womp womp)

so i guess the preemptive thing too here is that like, this fic is based off of a blatantly ahistoric and unrealistic concept, so i had to lean into that A Lot to make it work, and so there’s like far more than a nonzero amount of that bullshit going on here..............

here being, thomas and richard just having had intense passionate frustrated sex in a hotel room in harrogate, england and then after chilling out a bit calling the wife richard never mentioned having, aka my 1920s lesbian oc fred, for whom i would die

“Mr. Richard Ellis calling.”

A beat.

“Oh, thank goodness, I thought it might have been someone out of the Comptroller’s office — Molly’s over, but I’m back to work in a quarter of an hour, just darning a stocking.”

we got some flippant husband-wife interaction going on here....

fred is a lady’s maid and darning stockings is a lady’s maid thing. they reference the comptroller in the film (this being the man richard impersonates) and i’m like, not actually sure how all that works, handwave, but again, this fic is like, entirely handwave for reasons of What The Fuck Were You Thinking Julian Fellowes

For whatever reason, this makes Richard frown.

“Be ca – say hello for me.”

He isn’t looking at him, but he’s started rubbing his hand in circles upon his thigh.

He’s just as nervous as he is, Thomas realises, and he puts his hand — glove’s back on, now — flat upon his own and presses. Richard takes a deep breath.

richard “do as i say not as i do” ellis, king of telling people to be more cautious about their illegal activity and then absolutely not doing that, king of being semi-aware of this and trying to make a good impression on his new boyfriend and continually fucking up because he’s 100 feet deep in the closet

and thomas of course is having a really weird week and doesn’t want to fuck this up.

“Mrs. Davies told me about the accident,” Fred says. Thomas obviously doesn’t know her well enough to get a sense of what she’s like over the phone, but she sounds guarded, to say the least, hesitant. “I’ve been worried sick, truly. How’s your cousin?”

“Rather a false alarm,” Richard says. “He’ll be quite all right, I hope, everything’s on the mend. I’m with him now, in fact.”

richard, guilt-tripping the fuck out of whoever is in charge of him in this scenario: my cousin has been in a grievous accident and is on his deathbed, since i’m already in yorkshire anyway can i just like, go up there and see him before he dies and then be back in london first thing tomorrow, You Won’t Even Know I’m Gone

i invented a third valet for the king of england (yes he would have had one) (i fucking know right) who is married just for like, the drama of it all (again, may i reiterate, none of these people irl would be married or have children, they would be fired if they did). anyway he tells his wife and his wife tells richard’s wife, who knows her husband and thus is like, oh i know exactly what’s going on here. king and queen of making shit up because you’re in the closet

honestly this fic was really fun because i got to be like, okay what IS historically accurate, and how can i alter that in a way that makes anything near resembling sense... fun

“Well, then – can he hear me?”

“Yes.”

again..... she knows what he’s like... they’ve been married for 13 years... ok idk i f i can keep doing the line by line gonna jump down a bit

“Hello, Thomas.”

His mouth is suddenly dry. “Hello, er…” — what does he call her? what would a cousin-in-law call her? not Mrs. Ellis, and not Fred, either, he’s pretty sure, Richard made it sound like that was a private nickname, it’s not exactly common for a woman —

“Winnie,” she says.

“Winnie.”

When others might be listening, at least.

“It was so good of Richard to see to you, after what happened, the least he could do, really. I’m always telling him he ought to make time for family and such as he’s able.”

What she means, he can tell, is, sorry my husband fucked you over.

He likes her. Or he will, at least.

“Yeah, it's… a good thing he could make it.”

Again......... bitches be circumspect, etc. thomas is not used to this because he is in limbo at downton so there’s some hesitancy here. fred is absolutely being flippant in order to get the point across that she knows what’s going on. richard is internally putting his head in his hands and breathing heavy

also fred talks like an american and i’m aware of that and sorry not sorry...... that’s just how i wrote her.... i didn’t realise until i went thru again and was like aw fuck

He doesn’t miss the start of a smile on Richard’s face, nor the sudden change to nonchalance when he notices Thomas noticing — but it’s there in his eyes, still.

Here come the butterflies again.

The relief of being on your way to forgiveness!!! The mortifying ordeal of being known! THEM!

thomas is not used to people wanting him around and valuing his presence (this is a theme in all of my thomas/richard fic tbh.... womp i’m predictable) and experiencing that makes him nervous and cautious and also.... perhaps feeling good.

“And the arrangements for care and whatnot, everything’s all honest and in good order?”

She’s exactly like Richard — articulate, maybe just a touch self-regarding. This is clearly a woman who thinks before she speaks.

“Think so, yes, or – it will be.”

He threads his fingers between Richard’s and underneath his hand, fingertips to palm.

“I’m so pleased to hear it.”

“As was I,” Richard says. He squeezes Thomas’s fingers. The pressure feels nice – must be a good day, though it helps that it’s warm outside and he got his blood flowing, probably.

i know fandom takes care of this pretty well but like, the fact that thomas never has problems with his hand again in the show? inch resting. there would absolutely be nerve damage and reduced grip strength and joint stiffness. he does do that flex and curl thing with his fingers a few times which i’ve probably gone overboard with but yeah. anyway just bringing it up. thomas is not often holding hands with people and he doesn’t know what it feels like especially on this hand so it is additionally surprising that it’s soothing i guess. idk i might have gone That Deep... embarrassing

When Fred speaks next, her voice is different; it’s lighter. She’s teasing him: “we ought to have you up to London soon as you’re feeling better; you’ve been on our minds, you know, and dear Richard speaks ever so highly of you – ”

“Say, Winifred, could you put Molly on?”

Thomas kicks him and hopes it comes off as affectionate and not catty.

Fred laughs, bright and sparkling.

“Sure thing.”

STOP EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF MY BOYFRIEND >:-(

thomas is of course being affectionate AND a little catty. not enough he hears that people say nice thing about him.

anyway as i said above this entire fic was like really fun and also cathartic to write in some ways, because like, god, literally no other reason for that plotline to ever have come to anyone except for homophobia because it straight up just w o u l d n o t h a p p e n

it wouldn’t happen! it wouldn’t happen! what the fuuuuck

but it was fun to just be like, this by its nature cannot be historically accurate, so i can handwave some things and just go full melodrama, which, Let’s Be Honest, is really what they do with downton abbey in the first place, so you could say i’m just writing in the spirit of the show! if of course the spirit of the show had like 500% more gay in it

i want to go back and edit this fic too because i made some choice in as far as like, what to include goes bc i wanted to get chapters out (which i also did w ywntmha) and now i’m like hmmmmmmm maybe these things should be in this fanfiction after all.................. there’s like a hundred times more richard-being-a-servant in the drafts as well as some additional lesbian content so. maybe that’ll be added into the actual fic at some point in the next 12 weeks; we’ll see!!!!

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