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bucky-in-paradise · 2 years

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How Bad It Hurts

Hello and welcome to my new Druig x Reader series “How Bad It Hurts”! I am super excited for everyone to read this and fall further for this handsome mind controller! This is going to be a multi-chapter fic with new chapters being uploaded each week, so be sure to stay tuned in to read more about Druig and his Shutterbug!

The setting for our story takes place before Druig’s fellow Eternals show up in the Amazon asking for his help, so bare that in mind!

Thanks in advance for likes, comments, and reblogs. It is greatly appreciated! I hope people enjoy this series as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Without further ado, here is the first chapter!

Summary: Reader, nicknamed Shutterbug by Druig, has heard rumors and stories her entire career as a photographer for The Smithsonian Magazine about a forgotten commune in the Amazon jungle. After piecing together enough information to make her way there, she finds a lot more than a forgotten commune and embarks on the adventure of a lifetime with a man far too captivating to just photograph.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: mind control, bad language

Growing up, you always knew you loved nature and photography, so it just made sense to pursue a career in a field that allowed you to combine your two favorite parts of life. Which explains why you’ve spent the last three days trekking through previously uncharted Amazonian territory, making your way towards a rumored commune that you had heard whispers about every now and again throughout your time as a professional photographer.

It took over five years to get to where you are in your career as a nature photographer with Smithsonian Magazine, and even more years getting your degree, while simultaneously interning for smaller newspaper organizations near your university as you went. This opportunity to be the first person to photograph and unearth this rumored commune was too big a chance to pass up, so you remain plowing through thick trees trying to find your way into what could be your big break.

Matthias, one of Smithsonian’s oldest resident photographers, gave you the coordinates that he had been studying for a number of years before handing them over to you claiming, ‘I’m far too old to be wandering around out in the jungle. You’ve got your whole career ahead of you, you go’.

Easier said than done, though, you booked a flight two weeks out before continuing to research just how you’d get to your final destination. Ensuring your passport was up to date, scheduling a boat ride through the large river between your initial flight and the end result, as well as confirming a ride home exactly fourteen days after your arrival time at the commune were all minor details compared to the fact you’d need to hike your way through an immense jungle.

Trying not to let the overwhelming anxiety take over was quite possibly the most difficult challenge of all as you stock up on everything you’ll need for your trip, but you did it. Now, you continue to push onward, your tracking gps your saving grace as it monitors the distance between you and your journey’s end.

You pause, wiping away the sweat from your brow before taking in your surroundings. Your gps displayed that the commune was now only a little over a mile away, but after all the walking you’d done thus far, that mile felt like another day's worth of walking. You allow yourself a breather, sitting down on the stump of what used to be another towering tree within this expansive jungle terrain for a few minutes. For what it’s worth, you’ve never seen a more beautiful environment, but given your career path, that will most likely change again once you move onto your next job.

Standing up, you shuffle your traveling pack back onto your shoulders and ready yourself for the last stretch of your journey. Before you can even take a step further down your path, your entire body freezes up, joints locking in place. It’s like a foreign being has stepped into you, causing all your muscles to stiffen without your permission. ‘What the hell is going on?’ you think to yourself as you try to gaze at your surroundings without being able to move your head side to side.

“Who do ya think ya are wanderin’ around out here by your lonesome,” a thick Irish accent questions you as you try to locate where the voice came from. “Pretty dangerous for such a lovely young lady to be walking around by herself,” it continues from behind you now. You hear footsteps crushing twigs and dried leaves as whoever is speaking moves towards you.

In your head, all you can think is, ‘why can’t I move my body?!’ but before you can think any further the voice once carried softly into your ears is spoken alongside your own thoughts.

‘It’s alright love, no need to be frightened now.’ Panic consumes you as your body is finally given permission back to itself. “Sorry for the fright dear, just saw you makin’ your way through here and figured you might be lost or somethin’”. His voice is friendly enough as you finally turn around and meet his gaze. He’s built, arms shown off due to the black tank top he wears and toned legs visible through his trousers. You look back into his deep, blue eyes that seem to draw you in.

It’s not difficult for your brain to supply the fact that he is an extremely attractive specimen all the way out here in the jungle, but that’s just it, why the hell is this Irishman out in the middle of the jungle? “That’s very kind of you, you’re not too shabby yourself considering you probably haven’t showered in, what, two days?”

“Three.” You let the word hang in the charged air between you both before continuing on, “What are you doing out here? Wait, hold on. How were you in my head?! You- you stopped me from moving.” You force the words from your mouth as your body remains frozen.

He laughs heartily into the warm afternoon air before stepping closer into your personal space, but you don’t budge an inch. “Name’s Druig. Why don’t you follow me back to that commune you’re so eager to find and we’ll get you a shower and some grub.” He continues to smile at you before sidestepping around your body and trailing ahead of you before pausing again. “C’mon now, don’t want to waste too much time out here. You don’t even want to know what comes out around these parts after dark,” he says with a smirk.

You stay rooted to the ground, watching him as he once again turns back to face you. Realistically, he’s your best shot at reaching the commune in a short period of time, so you know you should try to trust him. But deep down, there is a primal fear of what this man means not just for yourself, but to his surroundings. If he can get inside your mind and control your body, who’s to know what will happen once you reach the commune.

Sighing, you think of your career and this opportunity before closing in on his body and tracking behind him as he continues further towards where your gps displays Mattias’s provided coordinates. “So, you live out here long?” you throw your question at his back wondering just how long he’s been out here.

“Very long. I built this place from the ground up. Just wait, you’ll see soon enough for yourself.” He let his sentence hang in the air, testing the waters to see if you’d try to carry on the conversation, or if your internalized fear of him would keep you from asking the questions he sees bouncing around in your brain. At first glance, he was intrigued by you and your beauty. It’s not often he gets visitors from the outside world, in fact, he thinks it’s been over thirty years since someone wandered into his home, which is why he’s so fascinated by you.

“Oh,” you throw at his back, not daring to take your eyes off him in fear, but also curiosity, of what he might do. “You must be well acclimated to this heat then. How do you stay cool out here,” you question him, at the very least attempting to make some small talk to try and figure out his angle.

“Hmm, there’s not much we can do. Mostly go to either the river nearby or lake just a few minutes due east of our village.” He keeps his pace steady, back stiff and posture alert of his surroundings. You take this opportunity to admire him and his physique, clearly interested in more than photographing his home, but possibly getting an inside interview on the man behind it.

It didn’t take too long to reach what seemed to be the entrance of the commune before he turned around on you suddenly. “Don’t talk to anyone after we get into the main part of the village, got it?”

You nod quickly, watching as he turned around again abruptly and marched into the busy camp. You try to make yourself appear as invisible as possible, keeping your face pointed at your feet while you trek behind him once again and into a large building. It’s wide and has an open floor plan, allowing you to take in your surroundings. Wood tables and chairs take up most of the room while a kitchen lines the back wall, fruits and vegetables laid out on the open countertop visible from where you remain in the doorway. “Come, take a seat. I’ll fetch ya something to eat.” Following his orders, you move into what you presume to be a dining commons for the residents of this village and take a seat at the first open table.

After setting your pack down on the dirt ground, you watch him move, his lithe form zigzagging from place to place as he piles up different foods on a plate for you. It’s easy to get lost in thoughts about him, where he came from and what he’s doing here at all. Seemingly, he is the leader of this lost tribe out here in the middle of nowhere, so how did all this start in the first place?

“Calm your thoughts, love. All your questions will be answered in a matter of time. First, let’s eat. You picky?” You shake your head at his question as he moves back towards you, taking a seat across from your rigid body. “You can relax, you know? You’re safe here.”

Taking in a shuddering breath, you try to calm your nerves as he moves the plate of food in between the two of you, reaching for a handful of what looks like berries for himself. “Thank you,” you breathe out, going in for some as well and resting back against the chair. For the first time since you stepped off the plane after your arrival, your body let’s itself relax back into the uncomfortable wooden chair.

“There ya go, that’s it.” He smiles at you, leaning back into his own wooden chair and fixing his stare onto you. “So, tell me now. What is it you’re doing all the way out here?”

You swallow your bite before answering, “I’m a photographer. I got some leads about a hidden commune in the middle of the jungle and once I had enough information to make my way here, I realized it was too good an opportunity to pass up. And now I’m here, sitting with you.” You try your best to smile at him

He matches your smile, though his seems far more degrading, and moves forward so that his elbows rest on the table, cupping his cheeks in his hands. “Here you are. Well, this here is my commune. I’m in charge and whatever I say goes. I can’t allow you to photograph anything here, I’m sorry you’ve wasted your time, but I have to ask you to leave if you still intend to take any pictures.” Your body slumps further into your chair at his statement, utter heartbreak filling your soul at the thought of his request.

You’d come so far, it can’t all be for nothing. “Mr. Druig-,” he shakes his head immediately at that. “Please, I’m begging you, at least let me take some photos of the buildings on the grounds? None of the people who live here? I won’t even name where they were taken in the article! I’ll just say…” you trail off. “Please, you have to understand how far I’ve traveled to get here! I can just say that the pictures were from a remote village in the Andes Mountains or something!”

“You’ll lie then? To everyone? Is that what you are, dear? A liar?” His question shocks you, but you try not to let it affect you too much.

“No, I am not a liar, but these pictures would show the world this beautiful commune. What goes on here, the amount of time and effort you’ve put into this place.” You were desperate, you knew he could see it, but there was little else you could do at this point, you’ve come so far.

“Sorry love, but that’s just it. The world can’t know what goes on here. I can’t let you leave with any information regarding this place, even if it is just a photograph. I’ve worked hard to get this place where it’s at now, can’t have ya ruinin’ it, can I?” Similar to his actions, you place your face in your hands, but face down, frustrated tears filling your eyes.

Curses fill your head and you allow your brain to go quiet for a brief moment after. “I think that’s the quietest I’ve heard ya all afternoon,” he tries to lighten the mood, but the reminder that he can peer into the deepest recesses of your mind only furthers your anger and frustration.

“Get out of my head!” you shout at him, finally allowing the tears to stream down your face. You reach up to wipe them away, but he quickly grabs your hand and pulls it down.

“Listen, I’m sorry to have to do this to ya. I really don’t take pleasure in seeing you so upset, but you have to see it from where I’m standing, yeah? If you go back to your little home in the city and expose our place, flocks of tourists and asshole diplomats will be on my tail. I can’t afford that, I just can’t.” You pull your hand back from his grasp to reach up and wipe the remaining tears from your face as he finishes speaking, a look of sadness washing over his features.

You’d like to believe he really feels sorry, but you’re too angry to care. “I guess I’ll get out of your hair then. Better get going before nightfall if I am going to arrange a new flight home and boat ride.” You go to stand, but he grabs onto your hands once more over the table.

“Don’t do that. You don’t have to leave so suddenly. If you promise not to photograph anything, you’re more than welcome to get your bearings before taking off.” Unbeknownst to you, he’d never let you truly leave without ensuring you’d never speak of this place again. He was already plotting to take your memories of this place away from you before you make it back to the boat, planning to plant the memory in your head of an empty facility in the middle of the jungle. No loose ends, just the disappointment of finding no truth to the rumors you had supposedly heard about this place. “I’ll set up a place for you to sleep and get ya a towel so you can finally have that shower, Shutterbug,” his new nickname for you making a small smile replace your frustrated glare.

He smirks at you from across the table and realistically, what’s the harm in staying for a few days and then continuing on your way home? You pull yourself together and nod at his request, letting him know you would take him up on it. “Great, it’s settled. Stay for your allotted amount of time, enjoy the scenery and I’ll show you around more tomorrow.” You go back to the plate of food in front of you, trying not to let the disappointment of the previous conversation get to you too much. After a few minutes of eating together in silence, he stands, offering you his hand as he makes his way around to your side of the table and picks up your pack, helping it back into place on your back.

You follow him out of the building and into the bright sun. For the first time, you have a moment to take in the inhabitants of this commune, watching as they complete their daily tasks and completely disregarding your existence. “Druig, can they not see me?” Breaking your gaze from these people, you find him already gazing down at you with kind eyes.

“They see what I want them to see and for the moment, I don’t want them to know you’re here. Tonight, I’ll give you a more formal introduction, we’ll just need to find some appropriate clothes for ya to wear,” he winks at you as he finishes his sentence. “C’mon love,” he continues to pull you away from the dining hall and to the left where a small number of wooden homes line either side of a dirt path. “You can sleep in the adjoining room to mine.”

That sentence causes you to whip your head around and gaze up at him questioningly. “You mean, like, sleep in the same house?” You suppose it’s not too outrageous, it’s not like he’s asking you to sleep in his bed or anything.

Reading your mind, but not saying anything, he smiles down at you and asks, “that a problem? Lot warmer in my hut than some of the other empty ones I could offer ya.” Pushing the butterflies rumbling in your stomach down at the idea of sleeping in the same quarters as this man, you thank him. Besides, there would be a wall in between you, right? No big deal.

He approaches the last small structure on the left and guides you up the short staircase. “In ya go,” he says as he opens the front door for you and begins to remove the pack from your back and set it on the wooden floor of his home.

It’s spacious for looking relatively small on the outside, but you expect nothing less seeing as he is the leader of this village, commune, tribe, whatever you should call it at this point. You get lost in thought as you peruse your surroundings, a small sink and counter space to your left with a door that allows you to see into a small toilet room. Directly to your right are a few chairs and a table, similar in style to the one you ate at moments ago in the dining hall. There are a few decorations up on various shelves lining the dining area, knick knacks and antique looking items that clearly have a long history.

Ahead of you is a wall that breaks off the conjoined front space of the house and what you guess to be the sleeping area. An open doorway, that actually lacks a door of any kind, allows you to see a window built into the back of the house, but not what lies in the room ahead. “The shower’s through there,” he points at the open doorway and proceeds to make his way through it. You move to follow and finally are able to get a full view of the room and see what you believe to be your worst nightmare, two beds, but with no wall separating them and only feet apart. Technically it would be worse if there was only one bed, but this felt just as bad.

“Oh, uh, where will I sleep,” you question him, already having a good enough idea that one of those beds will end up being yours for the week.

“You already have it figured out in that pretty little head of yours don’t ya? While you're showering, I’ll go get some work done. Here, I’ll bring your pack in,” he comments, moving out of the room and back towards the front door. Seconds later he’s setting your pack down on the bed against the wall. “Towels are in that cupboard, grab whatever one suits ya. I’ll be outside when you’re done,” he says, motioning with his head at a built in wall of wooden shelves.

You remain still until he leaves the room, finally relaxing once again and preparing your belongings to take a shower. Right as you begin to undress, he peeks his head through the open doorway to look at you. “‘Fore I forget, I’ll leave ya some appropriate clothing to wear around the others on the table out here.” With that, he's gone just as fast as he came in.

Waiting until you’re sure he’s gone this time, you remove your clothes and hop into the brisk shower, letting the cold water pour over your exhausted frame. You make the shower quick, seeing as how the temperature is less than pleasant, and wrap a towel around your wet body. You’re slow to dry off and put on the clothes he left behind, a plain blue t-shirt and some loose fitting pants. You don’t bother putting your hiking boots back on, far too tired to search Druig out amongst the villagers and instead decide to rest your head for a while.

Not intending to fall asleep, you’re surprised when you feel a soft hand rouse you from the best sleep you’ve had since your plane touched down in the Amazon days ago. You peel your tired eyes open to see Druig sitting next to you and the setting sun lighting up the quiet room. “Sorry to wake ya, I just thought you might want to eat again before you actually go to bed? Maybe see around the place, too, before it gets too dark?” You pull your body into a sitting position, rubbing your tired eyes all the while.

You sleepily smile at him and nod that yes, you would like to eat and look around a bit. He stands and moves towards the front of the house to give you your privacy as you wake up a bit more and put your boots on. You meet up with him in the dining area of the house and make your way through the commune together. He gave you the official tour, naming off each building and introducing you to various members of the community. It was surprisingly fun and a pleasant experience getting to know these unique individuals. What interested you most, though, was the fact that they all seemed to be living centuries behind every other city you’ve visited.

Granted, you had some idea of the level of technology they might have, but you couldn’t anticipate just how far behind they might be. Once you and Druig were seated back in the dining hall, different members of the village bringing you plates of meat and vegetables to eat as they passed, you were finally able to ask all your questions and get real answers out of him.

He was happy to discuss the day to day life of the village and what went on behind the scenes that no one really knew about. Of course, he was more than eager to leave out the mind control aspect that these villagers often underwent and explaining the real reason they arrived here at all, but if he could placate you with simple explanations, then he was willing to do so.

Before the both of you knew it, the sun had been set for hours and most of the people left inside the dining hall were cleaning up any leftovers from their dinner. You thanked a middle aged woman and her younger daughter as they cleared yours and Druig’s plates from in front of you. Once they had left the two of you to your own devices, Druig stood and offered you his hand once again, stating that he would escort you back to his house for the night. You walked silently, hands still clasped together and a blush resting on your cheeks, back down the path to his home. The silence felt easy, comfortable almost, that by the time you made it inside, you weren’t quite ready to go to sleep yet. Druig was far too interesting to look at and talk to to fall asleep now.

“We don’t have to go to bed yet, Shutterbug. How about you and I have a cuppa tea?” You nodded at him, grateful that the night didn’t have to end so soon, even if you had the distinct feeling he read your thoughts in order for the evening to continue. The two of you chatted about your life back home, finally allowing him to ask you the questions he’d been pondering since your arrival. For a few hours, you chatted in the candlelight of his wooden table, chairs tucked in as far as they could go in order to be closer to one another.

“So ya must have a special lad back home, no? Lover perhaps?” He eagerly awaited your reply as you looked up from your steaming, half-empty cup of tea and into his baby blues.

“Nope, just me. Been like that for a while, haven’t really had time for anything too serious. What about you? One of these villagers must suit your fancy?” Leaning closer into him, you couldn’t help but reveal how curious you are to his current relationship status, not that there was much you could actually do about it in such a short period of time.

His previous smile at your response to his question slipped away as a more somber face was displayed on his slouched body. “Nah, not anymore at least. Centuries ago, there was someone, but now? It’s just me as well. Been like that a while,” his smile slips back as he references your own answer. You smile too and let the silence of the evening fully envelop you, casually sipping on your tea until your cup is empty and cold. “Suppose we should be heading to bed now, sun’ll be up in only a few short hours. Lots to show you this week, so you’ll need all the rest you can get.”

You stand and watch him as he moves into his bedroom. You follow him hesitantly, seeming to be the theme for the day, but you can easily see yourself growing more comfortable here as the days go on. You reach into your pack to pull out some pajamas while he moves into the open shower stall. “I’ll be out in a moment, Shutterbug, feel free to get changed. I won’t look, promise.” And with that, he moves the shower curtain across the rod, separating the two of you from one another.

It takes but a minute to change into your night clothes and you bring your small bag of toiletries into the front of the house where the toilet and sink are, making quick work of brushing your teeth. After relieving yourself in the bathroom, you slink back into his bedroom noticing he was still occupying the shower. You question whether you should give him his privacy like he did you by turning on your side away from the shower once you slip into bed, but your curiosity wins out and you settle on the, surprisingly comfortable, mattress on your back.

You lay still for a few minutes, thinking about the day you’ve had and about the days to come with this man. You started out so afraid of him and what he could do, but now? There isn’t an ounce of fear in your body when you think of Druig. The water turns off just as you’re about to let yourself fall asleep and you make sure to squeeze your eyes shut in fear of Druig catching your peeping eyes. The same candle that lit the two of you across his dinner table now rests on the bedside table between your two beds, illuminating the room in a soft glow.

You hear the rustle of the shower curtain fold back and reveal his body to the open room and you force yourself to take a deep breath in order to stop your racing heart.

“Ya can look, Shutterbug. I’m all covered up,” he puffs out a laugh as he says it and you don’t hesitate to turn your body on it’s side to face him and slowly open your eyes. They latch onto his towel clad body, exposing you to his upper half and giving you the opportunity to watch as slow streams of left over water trail down his form. “Take a picture, nature lady. It’ll last longer,” he laughs again at his joke, but you don’t have it in you to make a sound.

His broad smile falls into something softer as he makes his way over to your bed. “Sleep, Shutterbug. I’ll still be here in the morning.” He kneels on the floor next to you and watches closely as your eyes fall shut and the tendrils of his powers seep into your mind to help you fully fall into a deep sleep. Rising back onto two legs, he too makes a quick show of readying himself for bed and climbing into his own sheets, feet away from yours.

Druig hesitates blowing out the candle, choosing to watch the rise and fall of your chest for a few moments longer. How bad will it hurt to watch you walk away at the end of all this, he wonders. Bad, he thinks. It’ll hurt bad.

With that, he blows out the candle and allows himself to succumb to sleep, eager to start a new day with you tomorrow.

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a/N the way i had to post this on a tweet format just hurt me so I need to post it here, all pretty like this, i didnt struggle to use google docs for nothing dhdj

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Now alone after the shoot,the cameras are long forgotten, the staff all left already despite the set being still intact. The huge blinding lights still on, the red neon gives the room a cozy yet threatening glow.

A mischievous idea sparks in the back of Yuta’s head as he stares at Jungwoo feeding Mark another slice of pizza, taking in the way the extend his mouth wide open letting his pink tongue roll out, so inviting that it gives him some interesting ideas.

But he must have been staring for too long. A cheeky grin is on Mark’s face, who caught his hyung piercing gaze, observing him like his prey, he couldn’t help the blush on his face as he chewed.

Jungwoo cooed at Mark, so fond of his cuteness while Yuta moved dangerously close to him, making the poor boy nervous. He was mesmerized by Yuta, his senses in alert as he felt like something was about to happen. He internally sighed, as Yuta just reached over to grab a bottle of beer yet his eyes were still fixated on him as he took a sip out of it.

“Want some?” he nonchalantly asked

Mark felt too shy, too hot in that room for him for his brain the be coherent, he accepted the bottle taking the glass to his lips by the help of his ever so kind hyung who held it for him, the taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue is all mark tried to focus for a moment as Yuta was still looking at him, well it was his lips he was staring at while Jungwoo had the same grin on his face. He tried to look around the room, as the sip he took felt like it lasted hours his eyes met Yuta’s deep eyes, and Mark felt himself get hard in his pants causing him to shift uncomfortably on the bed.

god why were they on a bed? he thought

After that sip that felt like an eternity, Jungwoo cooed once again at the sight of Mark’s cute lips all wet with some leftover alcohol, some dripping at the corner. He leaned in to clean it up, unexpectedly with his own lips as he delivered a quick peck and shy lick to the corner of his lips that left Mark dumbfounded, all the blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Aww Mark you’re about to fall off the bed, look at all the little space you have, come here” Yuta kindly offered him as he leaned his back on the frame on the bed, parting his legs to make room for Mark to fit in.

“thanks hyung” Mark said as he sat against his chest, falling right into Yuta’s trap. The poor boy missed the exchanged glance between him and Jungwoo.

In the meantime, Yuta had taken off his jacket, exposing his muscled arms in the large tank top that mark didn’t miss as he reached to palm the flesh out of habit. Yuta sneaked an arm around him, chuckling.

“Interested are you ? Is something bothering you? oh is it the kiss Jungwoo gave you?

Mark blushed again, he didn’t know how to react, he was too close to Yuta, his cologne filling up his scent and clouding his mind, Jungwoo’s piercing eyes and soft lip luring him closer.

“I want another one” Jungwoo demanded cutely, pursing his lips while tapping it with his index finger, gesturing for a peck.

Yuta was watching the scene in front of him with pride, the two pretty boys kissing in front of him, between his legs like he had planned.

What a sight.

Seeing Mark finally give in as Jungwoo kissed him, yuta ran his hand through the brunet’s hair, earning a soft sight . He tightened his grip, now pulling on his hair harder to pull him out of the kiss, Mark let out a strangled moan out of his puffy lips, sounding defeated.

“You like that, right pup’” Yuta said hotly against Mark’s ear. The boy shivered and twitch in his pants as he licked the shell of his ear.

Mark let out a shameless nod before abruptly turning his head to Yuta, pulling him in a deep bruising kiss. Kneeling between his legs, he tried to over the elder) . Yuta loved to feel Mark’s desperation against his lips, each of his movements dripping with need, as he rushed his hand to wander under the tank top.

Meanwhile, Jungwoo was pulling on Mark’s shirt, taking off the bothering pieces of clothings making both of them pull out from each other. Yuta takes one of the chains around his neck to tie it around Mark’s neck, locking it tightly, just enough so it could embrace the pretty neck like a choker while letting the rest of the chain hang loose, almost like a leash. He did the same with the many shining silvers around jungwoo’s neck, making sure this time to lock it with Mark’s chain. Now keeping the two close together, tied by their chains. Finally, he tied two other chains to both of their handmade chokers, holding the end in his hands.

Yuta could now watch his two puppies kiss, he looked so attractive, just resting on the bed he was breathtaking, closely watching them. Therefore, Yuta quickly noticed the way Mark wasn’t reciprocating the kiss anymore rather concentrated on rutting his hips against the sheets, chasing some kind of friction after being teased for so long.

The rough yet delirious friction of his jeans was rubbing perfectly against his cock

“Someone’s eager hmm” Yuta commented, Mark just whined while Jungwoo just whimpered louder to get his attention, feeling neglected. Yuta gave Jungwoo a reassuring pat to his head before kissing him while running a hand under his shirt. Already annoyed by the chains, yuta unclasped the chains that kept he and Mark tied together, of course leaving what could be used as a leash on, he might need it for later.

Mark helped Yuta to take off Jungwoo's shirt, before the blondie took off Mark’s bottoms, leaving him bare for everyone to see. Mark blushed when he realized how humiliating this was, they were almost fully naked while yuta had still all his clothes on. but yuta loved every seconds of it, loved to watch his two babies play together, desperately trying to get off without disobeying.

Grinding against each other, Jungwoo tried to rub their cock together through the fabric making Mark’s throbbing cock red and leak more. He licked and kissed all over Jungwoo’s chest, playing with the perky nubs as Jungwoo sneaked a hand bedhin Mark to play with his hole,Yuat didn’t miss the way Mark's cock twitched, dangerously close to coming.

A quick glance shared with yuta and Jungwoo sneaked his other hand to the frond, fondling Mark's spent cock and balls in a way that made the poor boy shake.

“You can cum mutt” yuta announced and it was enough for Mark to come all over Jungwoo’s hand.

Jungwoo eagerly licked his hand clean, not sharing with Mark, as he bent down to lick all over his hips, under his belly button and thighs, cleaning every inch of cum.

While Yuta got off the bed, standing next to them to take his jacket back, Jungwoo pushed Mark on the bed, so he was laying on the soft mattress. He spread his legs open, making Mark comfortable and watching his already chubbing cock leak in anticipation.

He almost bent mark in half so he could access to his quivering hole, dipping his head down to lick around it. mark grabbed the headboard, toes curling in pleasure with a light layer of sweat on his skin -he’s so cute yuta thought- as he shamelessly watched jungwoo going down on mark who looked like he was about to melt as Jungwoo’s dipped his tongue inside.

Mark’s breath was shaky, struggling to keep it together when Yuta turned his head towards the camera, noticing they were still on; he was about to do something about it when they heard a knock on the door, and a soft voice, it was a staff member

“ Excuse me, we need to take the material back”.

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princess-of-riviaa · 2 years

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The Wolf & The Doe: Chapter 5

Part 2: The City

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x OFC (Emilia Page)

Chapter Summary: Emilia has adjusted to her new life after returning from the cabin, only to realize that the Ransom she has grown to love is not the man she thought he was.

Warning(s): lingerie, sex toys, wet dream, dirty talk, Ransom being an asshole, angsty ending

Word Count: 3990

Ringing phones, soft voices, and the clicking of keyboards fills the office. It’s all white noise to Emilia as she makes the finishing touches on a report for her boss, Andy Barber. He had generously moved her up from intern to a paid employee at his firm, and she is determined to show him that that had been the right choice. In the last week, she’d clocked in 60 hours. Andy’s assistant had given her an impossibly-large stack of client reports to get through. The assistant had given her a look that said, you’ll never finish those in time. But here she is, saving all the final edits to the very last report. This type of work normally takes three weeks to complete. Her stubbornness has kept her butt glued to her seat for eleven hours out of the day, only getting up to go to the bathroom and refill her coffee, which she has started going through like a caffeine-addict.

Ten minutes later, her heart hammers in her chest as she sits in Andy Barber’s office. The ticking of the clock behind his desk is the only sound in the room as she watches him scan through her reports with an unreadable expression. She’s so nervous that her palms are sweating in her lap.

After what feels like an eternity, Andy finally looks at her. He tosses the last report on his desk with indifference. His expression is still unreadable, yet Emilia swears she can see annoyance in his eyes. Fuck. He doesn’t like it. He thinks her work is below par and he’s going to fire her right—

“This is incredible,” he says. “No one’s ever completed this many reports in the history of my firm. And to think, you were a mere intern a week ago. It pisses me off that your talents were being wasted for so long.”

She swallows. So far so good. But… “Was the work… adequate?”

He chuckles. “I wouldn’t call it adequate.”

Fuck.

“These reports will help me win the cases for all these clients,” he insists. His eyes sparkle as he looks at her, clearly impressed.

She doesn’t know how she pulled it off. No, she does. Stubbornness is in her DNA; hard work is the core of who she is. Within the last week, she’s gathered that she’s one of the hardest working employees in this company. It’s not an opinion of arrogance; it’s a fact backed by proof.

Andy leans forward to rest his arms on his desk. He clasps his hands together as his expression turns serious. “I know it’s still early in your career. You just got your LSAT scores back a few days ago. But I want you by my side in those court rooms. How would you like to be my scribe? It will include long hours, but you seem more than willing to put in the time. I’ll need you to attend my meetings, as well as my cases. You’ll take notes for me, write down everything of importance. From these reports I can see that you know what information is valuable to win a case. I recognize that this a position that demands a lot, and I’d understand if you decline. But I sincerely hope you don’t.”

Emilia hesitates. She needs a minute to take this all in. She’s been working at Barber Law for a month now, a place she was more than fortunate to work at. Countless law students dream of working here and apply every semester, yet somehow she was picked. She spent three weeks as an intern before being promoted. The fastest promotion the firm has seen in years. To make things even better, Andy declared that he had only waited so long because he had to wait for her LSAT scores to be released before he could make her a paid employee. For the last week, she’s felt like she’s living in a dream. And somehow, it just got better.

She’s silent for so long that Andy frowns. “Are you okay? Is the offer completely revolting? I know the idea of spending so much time with your boss is a little daunting—”

“No!” she exclaims. “I mean—yes. Of course.” She takes a breath to remain her composure. The last thing she wants is to look like an idiot in front of him. “The offer is very generous, and I’d love to accept. When does it start?”

He leans back in his chair as if in relief. Had he been expecting her to decline? How could anyone decline such a magnificent offer? “After the long weekend. You can take New Year’s Day to gather your thoughts and prepare for the new position. But come Tuesday, we’re going to hit the ground running.”

She nods, mentally writing this all down. “Okay.” She hadn’t expected it to start so soon, but she’s more than happy about it.

“Have a good New Year’s, Emilia,” Andy says with a smile before returning his attention to the documents on his desk.

She rises from her seat. The meeting is clearly over. “Thank you, sir. You too. I’ll see you on Tuesday?”

He looks up one last time to give her a smile. There’s something in his eyes that she can’t place. He scans her face, then her body. “I look forward to it.”

…

Emilia escapes to her room. The pounding music and roar of the party on the floor below makes the walls shake. After appeasing her parents by sticking around for an hour and catching up with Jacob and Meg and the rest of the Thrombeys, she’s found a moment to escape. But not before she notices a package at the table in the foyer. The tag sticks out to her, mainly because it’s written in gorgeous cursive.

Emilia Page

1326 Baker Road

There’s no return address. But she takes it up to her room anyways in curiosity. After ripping off the packaging like an animal (like she always does; she never understood the point of unwrapping gifts slowly, not when the anticipation is so high) a note falls out. She picks it up.

I saw this and thought of you. Sorry it’s been delivered after Christmas. I didn’t get to mail it until the day of, fucking post office. Call me after opening it.

--R

It takes her a second to figure out who “R” is, and then—Ransom. He sent her a gift? A sinking feeling rises in her gut. She hadn’t gotten him anything. Before the cabin, she would have laughed at the idea of getting the playboy asshole a gift. But now that they’re on better terms, she had left the cabin with every intention to get him something the week before Christmas. But she’d been so busy at the law firm that the days had started to blur together, and all she’d had on her mind was ways to prove her worth to get promoted…

It didn’t help that Ransom has been halfway around the world since Christmas Eve. He didn’t say anything about it, other than it was a vacation with friends. She doesn’t even know where he is. Somewhere in Europe? Asia? She wanted to know where he would be spending his winter vacation but didn’t want to come across as a clingy girlfriend. So she had pushed aside her curiosity and let him keep his secrets.

She finally sets the card aside and opens the box with a pair of scissors on her desk. There are two items inside. One of them is inside a black velvet pouch, the other wrapped in tissue paper. She grabs the tissue paper first. Something soft and lithe brushes against her hand as she rips open the paper. She opens it to find a red, lacy material inside. Some sort of clothing. A dress? She lets it fall out of the paper and onto the bed.

Oh.

It’s definitely not a dress.

It’s a one-piece. He had gotten her lacy lingerie, bright red. His favorite color.

Her face burns as she imagines wearing it. She’s never worn something so scandalous, never so much as looked up lingerie outfits to wear. The thought of wearing this for him, in front of him, is enough to make her thighs clench together. She bites her bottom lip, wishing her boyfriend was here right now. She could imagine that look in his eyes perfectly—the darkness in them as his pupils dilate, the possessive look he would give her seconds before he fucks her senseless.

She whimpers.

It takes her a second to remember that there’s a second gift. She reaches for the velvet pouch and digs her hand inside. Cold plastic brushes across her fingers. She pulls the item out—

She’s never used one before, never even seen one in real life, but she recognizes the toy instantly: a dildo.

Fuck.

Thick ridges and veins wrap around pale skin, peaking at the soft, smooth head. It looks exactly like Ransom’s cock. The memory of him filling her up that first time—of fucking her until she was begging him to stop—makes her body burn. She’s instantly burning for him—aching for him to be with here, to tease her with filthy words as he speaks in that low, sexy, husky voice; to run his hands down her body, setting her body on fire before he’s even really done anything to her; to fill her up to the brim with his cock and fuck her into oblivion.

She hurries to put the lingerie set on and takes a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. She never feels comfortable in her own skin, but now… Wearing this set makes her look sexy. Desirable. A child of Aphrodite. Walking temptation.

After she finishes twirling in front of the mirror, she grabs her phone and FaceTime’s Ransom. He answers after the third ring. It looks like he’s in someone’s house. He’s definitely not alone; there’s shouting and laughing in the background. Flashing blue and white lights make it hard for her phone to focus in on Ransom.

“Hey!” he shouts when he sees her.

“Hey,” she says quietly. “Where are you?”

“One sec,” he tells her, and then the screen goes black. He must have put the phone in his pocket because Emilia can still hear the ruckus of the crowd. She hears what she thinks is a door shutting. The noise finally fades to a low hum. Ransom appears on the screen again. This time, he’s in a bathroom. The bright lights reveal the glaze over his eyes—

“Are you drunk?” she scoffs.

“I’m at a party and it’s New Year’s Eve. What else are you gonna do here?” He shrugs like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Then he proceeds to bring his red solo cup to his mouth and sip whatever alcoholic beverage he chose for the night.

“I got your gift…” Emilia starts.

“What?” Ransom leans in closer to the phone with a frown.

“I—” she begins, and then huffs. “Nothing. I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year.”

“Oh.” He smirks and winks at her. “You too, baby.”

Disappointment makes her chest sink. She had been expecting him to A: be alone, B: not be drunk, and C: care more about her than having fun at whatever rager he was at. But he’s none of those things, and she already knows this night isn’t going to finish the way she was expecting it to, she what’s the point?

Someone hollers Ransom’s name in the background. His ears perk up at the sound, then he looks back at his phone. “Sorry, cutie. I gotta get back.”

She opens her mouth—and then he’s gone. The call is over.

She throws her phone across the room and huffs. Ransom Drysdale is a selfish, immature playboy. She’s stupid for thinking being in a relationship would make him any different.

She tosses the sex toy back into its velvet bag and shoves inside one of her dresser drawer’s with enough force to make the mirror on her vanity shake. Turning the lights off, she crawls into bed. This night has been long enough; she just wants to end already.

She’s so intent on sleep that she doesn’t realize she has yet to change out of her lingerie outfit.

…

In the dream, she’s still in her bedroom. The sound of the New Year’s Eve party in the living room can still be heard from her room. But this time, she’s not alone.

Ransom is on top of her, kissing her with fervor. He growls against her mouth, “You’re so fucking sexy in this outfit, you know that?” For emphasis, he squeezes her breasts over the lacy material of her lingerie. It feels good enough that she moans.

“Fuck me, Ransom,” she whines. “I want to feel you inside me.”

A low grumble rumbles through his chest as he moves his mouth to her neck, kissing that spot just below her ear that makes her toes curl. Her back arches against him. She tugs at his hair, hot and needy and desperate for him to fill her up.

The next second they’re both naked. With no more barriers between them, Ransom adjusts her legs until they’re over his shoulders. She’s spread wide open for him. He lines his cock up with her entrance, taking an achingly long moment to lubricate his length with her juices, and then he’s sliding inside of her and—oh fuck, he’s so deep—

Fuck baby girl, so fuckin’ tight for me, gonna make me cum just like that.

He fucks her so good that she can feel it in her toes. Every nerve in her body is on fire and he’s making her burn until she can’t breathe, until the only thing that exists in the entire world is where his body meets her and the groans he’s making as he fucks her with fervor—

She throws her head back and screams. It’s loud enough that the guests downstairs can no doubt hear her, but she can’t find it in herself to care. Not when Ransom’s making her feel this good. He’s a drug, and she’s already addicted to him. Needing more and more. No longer satisfied with just a bit of him; she needs all of him.

“You gonna cum, baby girl?” he asks her breathlessly, panting heavily as he continues to pound into her tight cunt. “Gonna cum around my cock? I’m making you feel so good you can’t help it, huh? Always coming so much when I fuck you like this. God, I never would’ve guessed that you’re such a fucking slut, always so cockhungry for me. Always begging me to fill this tight little pussy up—”

She doesn’t know if it’s his words or that look he’s giving her—like he completely owns her, body and soul, and they both know it—but suddenly she’s tumbling over the edge. Her entire body tenses as her hips move against him, desperate to feel him go deeper, deeper, deeper, and then she’s screaming again and—

…

Emilia’s gasping when she wakes up. The sheets are hot and tight around her. She rubs her face and sits up—

Oh. The dream comes back to her in a flash, and she understands why her core is burning so much right now. God, she wishes he were here right now. He would make her dream come true—no. He would fuck her even better than how she had dreamed.

She spreads her legs and moves her fingers to her core, soaking her wetness between two fingers. The memory of Ransom finger fucking her in his family’s cabin comes rushing back. She knows how to move her fingers, knows where to touch to make it feel good. But…

But she doesn’t want to do this. Not alone. Her fingers aren’t Ransom’s, and that reminder is enough to kill the mood.

She turns over in bed, praying she’ll find sleep before she loses her mind with neediness.

…

Ransom comes back two days later. He invites her to a party at his house, a daunting mansion upstate. The drive is long and she wonders how many people will come in the middle of this snowstorm, but the entire block is filled with parked cars when she reaches his house. She’s bitter and freezing by the time she makes it inside. Warmth wraps around her instantly and she stands in the foyer for a second, feeling her face and fingers thaw. A tall, thin woman walks up to her and offers to take Emilia’s coat. She smiles at the woman, who must be Ransom’s maid, and hands her the red gloves she was wearing as well. Emilia keeps her gray beanie on, though, still too cold to take it off.

The house is rowdy, filled to the brim with people she’s never seen before. She might be addicted to Ransom, but Ransom is addicted to parties.

A crowd roars and cheers as a girl half Emilia’s size does a keg stand.

Scratch that. Ransom is addicted to parties—and alcohol.

Emilia makes her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. The marble island is filled with every kind of liquor in existence, as well a million kinds of beers. Two bags of red solo cups are on the corner of the island, occupying the only fraction of space left. She pushes past couples making out and college students debating the existence of werewolves. She’s out of breath by the time she makes it to the fridge. It takes a full minute to fill her solo cup up with ice cold water, yet she manages to chug it all in half that time.

Drinking as much water as her body can handle seems to be one of her nervous habits. Strange, she knows.

Someone bumps into her from behind and her cup falls to the ground, the plastic bouncing loudly against the marble floor. Luckily, there was no water left. But now she had nothing to occupy her, nothing to do with her hands…

“Oh, sorry,” a guy says behind her, laughing unapologetically.

She turns to face him with a glare. “Did you not see me or something?”

The guy is tall. He has a mop of black curls and sharp blue eyes, though his left eye has a splash of brown. He wears a smirk that says he’s never faced a challenge he hasn’t won, thus making him untouchable. His black jacket is open to reveal a white t-shirt that outlines his muscled chest and stomach. Jeans hang low on his hips, shoved into black motorcycle boots.

His eyes rake over her body. He stares at her breasts and doesn’t even try to hide it. “No, actually, I didn’t.”

She rolls her eyes and bends to pick her cup up. She can still feel his eyes on her. It makes her feel… dirty.

“What’s your name?” he goes on. “You look familiar, but I swear I’ve never seen you at one of Drysdale’s parties. I would’ve remembered a body like that.”

She turns on him. “Are you kidding me? Do you talk to every girl like that?”

He shrugs. “Pretty much.” And then his face changes, his eyes widening as a spark lights up his eyes. “Wait a sec—I know where I know you from. You’re cabin girl, aren’t you?”

Emilia blinks at him. “I’m sorry?”

He nods, sure of himself now. “Yeah, you are!”

“What are you talking about?” she questions, feeling her patience drain very quickly as this conversation goes on.

“Come here.” And suddenly he has her by the arm and is pushing through the crowd in the kitchen and the living room, not stopping until they’re in front of Ransom.

He’s in the middle of a conversation with a guy their age whose arm is wrapped possessively around a girl’s waist who can’t be older than seventeen. Ransom looks up when his friend drags Emilia in front of him. His eyes bounce between the two of them and a look of panic settles over his face.

“Hey, Em,” he finally says to her. “It’s good to see you.”

She had expected their reunion to be very different, but he has been full of disappointments lately, and she once again feels stupid for hoping. The Ransom she had spent thirty-six blissful hours with in that cabin is a Ransom that was left behind in that snowstorm.

Ransom’s expression hardens when he looks at his friend. “What are you doing, Mike? Shouldn’t you be doing a keg stand or something?”

Mike shakes Emilia’s arm roughly, which he hasn’t let go of since they walked out of the kitchen. “This is cabin girl, isn’t it?”

The couple beside Ransom finally bring their focus to Emilia and smirk at her like she’s done something sly and awesome.

She brushes it off and looks back at Ransom. “What is he talking about? What’s cabin girl mean?”

“Show her the picture,” Mike laughs.

Emilia pauses. She has no idea what’s going on, but she can sense that something is off. She has a terrible feeling that something bad is unfolding right in front of her.

Ransom’s expression morphs into a dangerous scowl as he stares at Mike. “Shut up, Mike.”

Mike just shrugs. “It’s fine; I took a pic of it.” He finally lets go of Emilia’s arm to pull out his phone and scroll through it.

Ransom turns to Emilia. Something about him is off, but she can’t put her finger on it. “Come on, let’s go somewhere else. This party is lame anyways.” She finally figures it out, what’s different about him. He looks desperate. Ransom Drysdale has never been desperate in his twenty-six years of existence. He gives her a pleading look—

“Ha! Found it,” Mike says, and puts his phone right in front of Emilia’s face.

The world stops around her. Everything just—freezes. She can’t hear the crowd around her, can no longer smell the alcohol coating the air, or see anything but that picture. She’s going to puke. She’s going to cry. She’s going to scream.

I want to remember you like this, I gotta know how beautiful you look wrapped around my cock. That’s what he had said.

And when she had freaked out—this is just for you and me, baby. Nothing to worry about.

Yet here it is. On Mike’s fucking phone. Her legs spread wide, Ransom’s cock splitting her open, her breasts on full display.

Mike’s voice suddenly comes into focus. “Wait, Drysdale didn’t tell you about the bet?”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole,” Ransom growls at Mike.

But she turns her gaze to Mike, already feeling the tears burning at the back of her eyes. “What. Bet.”

Mike is smiling like an idiot, like this is all fun and games. “That he could take your virginity after spending less than a day alone with him.”

The ground is opening up beneath her. Her legs are giving out, the breath is leaving her lungs—

“I lost two hundred fucking bucks on it,” he sighs. “I thought it would take a week. Ransom’s the one who said it would only take a day; he won a thousand bucks from all of us.”

All of us. There were more people who knew, who had seen the picture—

She makes the mistake of looking at Ransom. She needs to see it—the proof on his face. He’s a deer caught in headlights, caught red handed.

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” Her voice shakes as she says it, but then she’s walking out of the house, ignoring the way he calls after her.

She spends an hour crying in her car before she can think clearly enough to drive home.

Announcement: Just a reminder that I am no longer doing my Tag Squad, so if you ask to be added to my list I will have to decline.

#ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x ofc #the wolf and the doe #ransom drysdale knives out

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orpheous87 · 3 years

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A little thing that presented itself to me on my morning dog walk and wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written. I’ll put it on AO3 later, but for now, please enjoy.

Thank you to @purplehotmess for a wonderful betaing job on this ❤️

A Thousand Miles Apart (and I know I love you)

Harry laughed as he leaned back against Draco’s chest. They’d not been back long from a night out and everything was funny.

“I can’t believe you’re going on the international tour tomorrow,” Draco sighed, one hand absently combing through Harry’s hair. “Who will come out on wild nights with me while you’re gone?”

Harry laughed again. “I know. It’ll be over with before you know it, though.”

“I can only hope you don’t miss me too much to concentrate on the Snitch,” Draco deadpanned before laughing.

“You could come with me if you wanted,” Harry suggested, sitting up to look at Draco, who shook his head. “Friends are allowed to come.”

“I can’t. Just because I’m free of house arrest, doesn’t mean I’m free. I can’t leave the country for another six months.”

“Oh yeah,” Harry said with a frown, resuming his previous position and putting his head back on Draco’s chest. “I forgot about that.”

“Lucky you,” Draco muttered.

Harry’s frown deepened. Since Draco’s house arrest had finished three months ago, and he had turned up on Harry’s doorstep to both thank him and apologise to him, they’d slowly but surely become firm friends. In fact, they probably spent more time together than they did apart, now that their friends were busy starting their families (or in Pansy’s case, had moved to France).

At first it surprised Harry how easily they got on with one another now that all of the issues from their past had gone. He hadn’t felt animosity towards Draco for a long time.

Rolling onto his side, Harry looked at Draco. “I’m sorry. I will fire call you and send you owls every day I’m away if it helps.”

Draco snorted, a look of amusement passing across his face. “Like you’d have time.”

“I’d make time. Really, I would,” Harry replied. “You know I would.”

Draco sighed again. “You’re right. I do know you would. Listen, I’m getting tired now. Do you mind if we turn in?”

“Not at all. Let’s sleep.”

And sleep they did. Right there on the sofa because neither of them could be bothered to move. It wasn’t the first time they’d fallen asleep together and Harry was sure it wouldn’t be the last. There was an odd sort of comfort that came from having a warm body next to him, whether it was in bed or on the sofa, and he suspected that Draco felt the same.

***

Three weeks later, Harry found himself in the middle of an international Quidditch tour with Puddlemere United. They’d been through Europe and were now somewhere in Asia - Singapore, he thought - playing against some of the top teams in the world. He should have been happy. He loved nothing more than flying freely, and catching the Snitch, but every night after his team mates had left him in the bar of whatever pub they’d found that day, he couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness and sadness that settled over him.

He had spoken to Draco a couple of times, but the time difference made it hard to schedule a call. The calls he had managed to make, though, had brought a smile to his face like no other. He’d been able to hear Draco’s mood lifting too as soon as he realised it was Harry on the other end.

On his third night in Singapore, while he was sleeping, Harry awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed. His skin was warm and clammy, glistening in the moonlight from the same sweat that was sticking his hair to his neck and forehead. His chest was heaving, his boxer shorts and the bedsheets were damp. He’d dreamed about Draco before, of course, but never like that. That had been something different. Something, he realised, he wanted more of and next time, he wanted it for real.

***

The next day, after securing himself an international Portkey, Harry stood on Draco’s doorstep. He’d waited for what felt like an eternity before the door was thrown open. Draco stood in front of him, bleary-eyed and his hair standing on end. Harry smiled.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

Harry didn’t answer straight away. He’d rehearsed what he wanted to say the whole time he was travelling, but now that he was here with Draco in front of him, he’d forgotten what words were. Instead, not caring who saw them, he stepped forward and kissed Draco. It was more than a peck on the lips, but he stopped himself from taking it too far, and then he was gazing at Draco once more with his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Draco, who had definitely kissed back, was looking back at him with an open mouth. They were both breathing hard.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said, finally. “I’ve… been doing some thinking while I’ve been away.”

“So I see,” Draco replied faintly. “Do you want to come in?”

Harry nodded and followed Draco inside.

“Upstairs,” Draco said as he closed the door behind Harry. “Living room is too cold.”

Harry laughed softly and headed up the stairs to Draco’s room, kicking off his shoes as he went. They’d had many talks in the confines of Draco’s room, usually snuggled together under the duvet for warmth. This was not the Manor that Draco had lived in for most of his childhood, but a small terraced house in London itself. There was a small fireplace in the living room, but it couldn’t heat the whole house.

Settling themselves on the bed, Draco wrapped in his duvet, they looked at each other once more.

“Explain,” Draco said, softly. He sounded almost hopeful.

“I realised something. Last night, when I was in my hotel room in Singapore,” Harry began, frowning as he tried to put his thoughts into words. “For the last however many months, you and I have spent pretty much every waking minute together where we can. You occupy more of my thoughts than I ever knew. These last three weeks have been torture because you weren’t there. That’s not all. I had a dream last night. That you and I were… intimate.”

Draco inhaled sharply.

“Draco… I liked it. I immediately wanted more of those feelings that… well, that I imagined I felt with you.”

Draco shook his head.

Harry frowned, a look of hurt crossing his features. “N-no?”

“No! I mean, yes. But no, that… Harry. I fell asleep on the sofa and I had the same dream. But I don’t think it was a dream. It felt too real, I think we… somehow connected last night.”

Harry drew in a shaky breath. “Are you serious?”

Draco nodded, his cheeks turning pinker. “Yes. I’ve heard of it happening but it’s usually a mutual thing between a couple separated by distance. Not… two people who are supposed to be friends.”

“Friends isn’t enough,” Harry whispered, realising how close together they were. “I want more. I want you, all the time. Forever.”

“I want that too,” Draco replied softly. “But you… I’m…”

“Don’t. Don’t even think that,” Harry interrupted, recognising the look in Draco’s eyes. “What happened is in the past. It’s over. You’re moving on, you’re making amends. You deserve to be happy.”

“What about your reputation?”

Harry snorted. “Since when do I care what the papers think? They know we’re friends. They don’t have to like it, but they can’t expect me to care what they think. We have something special, Draco. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

Draco smiled. “I suppose you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. So… should we give this a try?”

Draco’s smile turned into a smirk. “Only if we can have a replay of the ‘dream’. I’d like to see you come undone.”

Harry grinned. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, closing the gap between them and kissing Draco fiercely as he pushed him back onto the mattress.

#drarry fic #drarry #harry / draco #harry x draco #fluff #friends to lovers #bed sharing

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razrbladekiss · 3 years

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Tyrants | Chapter One - Disclosure

A/N: This was supposed to be a Jax x Fem!OC fanfic, but it took a little turn as I started to write more of it. So, it’ll be Tig x Fem!OC, but Jax does play a very important role in this.

SUMMARY: A sick turn of events sees Isla Telford thrown in at the deep end, battling to govern the sudden pressures of all that her father's club decidedly bestow upon her.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of murder, the guy that got his ass shit is in this one. Jax and Tig get their own warnings, too, for obvious reasons.

The older I get, the more I realize that age doesn't bring wisdom. It only brings weary.

John Teller was always so astute.

His judicious character befell his son, too. Jax had that same perceptive nature as his old man--everyone would comment on that.

To Isla, it was admirable. For Jackson Teller to be a man of such stature--to hold such a reputation--and to remain somewhat level-headed through it all, was only something she could commend.

She'd seen many of her father's friends crumble under the pressure of Samcro, unable to balance the weight of living with the responsibility and commitment to the club, and meet their unfortunate demise--in some not-so extreme cases.

But Jax was different. He'd always been different.

Maybe that wasn't so great, however.

"You're fucking insane, Isla."

"Not insane." She mumbled, sifting through the box of shitty medical supplies that Gemma had left atop the pool table last night.

"Just trying to patch this shit up so Hayes doesn't kick the fucking bucket before Jax gets back here."

Tig snarled. "But it might be infected, and the bullet is still in this dude's ass--"

Isla whipped her head to glare at the man, her eyes wide, forehead slick with sweat--and a little blood, too.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Isla--"

"Tig, with all due respect, unless you're gonna help, please get the fuck outta here."

"That's not gonna suffice," he pointed out, referring to the medical tape, ignoring her scolding.

She wanted to throttle him. Truly, Isla was willing to wrap her crimson-coated fingertips around Tig's neck and squeeze the absolute life out of that man.

"I know." Her lips kneaded together in frustration, watching her father dab an alcohol-infused pad on the wound. "But unless you've got any better ideas, then we're just gonna have to keep reapplying this shit."

"But the infection, Isla."

"But the lack of medical equipment, Tig."

He slapped his palm against the table and glared at her, pointedly. "Why've you gotta be such a bitch all the time, huh?"

"Watch it, Trager." Piqued, Chibs growled.

"I'm not a bitch all the time," she dismissed her father, wiping at her palm with a wet rag. "I'm actually able to control the way I act around other people."

"Oh, fuck you--"

"Christ!"

The Scot's yell was muffled by the cap of his whiskey bottle, his hand pressing against Cameron's skin as the man screamed into the cloth Isla had placed underneath his head.

"God, for fucks sake, both of you just pack it in."

"Chibs--"

"Shut the fuck up. You're a fucking geriatric and you're spending your morning bickering with an almost thirty-year-old. Grow up, Tig."

Despite laughing at his comment, and enjoying the irritation wash over the other man's face, she felt bad.

For riling her father up--who was simply trying to help the innocent Irishman caught in the literal crossfire--she felt fucking awful. Especially because he never seemed to get mad at her all too often.

Tig, though...That was a different story entirely.

"I'm gonna go see if Clay has any more shit lying 'round here." She declared, throwing a damp towel onto the table, backing out of the room.

Her heart was in her throat, stomach in damn knots. Isla wasn't confident that Cameron was going to make it--not with such a deep wound.

And in his ass, too? Jesus. She wasn't confident at all.

Of course, she'd seen men get shot. Her own father, for one. But she hadn't seen somebody have to go so long without actual medical attention.

Chibs was ex-army med, but there was only so much a man could've done with a bottle of liquor, gauze, and a towel.

She was relieved that the bullet hit Cameron and not Clay, though. As sick as it sounded, she was so fucking glad that he'd managed to dodge the line of fire--initially intended for his own skull--and come out completely unscathed.

But for every ounce of relief she'd felt, an even more fervid sense of anger prevailed at the thought of Jax taking so damn long with those medical supplies he'd sought to get last night.

Gemma mentioned something about heading to the hospital--or a friend's house, or something--but Isla wasn't paying any mind to the woman as she, and Chibs, were trying all ways to stop the bleeding coming from Cameron's ass cheek.

It was the most bizarre turn of events she'd ever experienced.

One minute, Isla was sipping on a glass of wine while she eagerly awaited the spirited ping of her tiny microwave oven, ready to spend a rare--though well fucking deserved--night alone.

However, things took a drastic turn when she received a call from Tig--on behalf of a very busy Chibs--casually requesting her assistance because the Mayans had tried to assassinate Clay.

But Tig failed to mention that the man was completely fine.

She'd spent fifteen minutes on the way over mentally preparing herself, wondering what hell she'd walk into when she set foot into the clubhouse. But it was normal--strangely so.

Isla wasn't a professional, she didn't exactly know how to handle such a trauma, but she trusted her father and she just wanted to make sure he had a helping hand.

God knows that Tig wouldn't have been very much use, and Juice was a little nervous--though, he was doing incredibly well throughout the ordeal regardless of his internal apprehension.

"How's it looking?" Gemma threw at Isla, getting to her feet.

"Bloody."

She quickly scanned the room, taking in the uncomfortably sparse bar. It wasn't usually so empty, so quiet.

Clay, Gemma, and Juice. That was it. Not even Piney--not even Epps.

"Is he doing okay?"

It was still early in the day, though. She guessed that they'd pop in once they properly came around.

"He's better than he was last night." The brunette nodded. "Dad is certain the laceration is gonna get infected if we leave it any longer without trying to get the bullet out--"

"You've gotta wait 'til Jax gets back here, Isla, we can't risk Hayes dying on us."

"I know, Clay. He's just fucking tired--he's been up all night. We need a real medic on the scene before something bad happens. It's only a matter of time."

He mumbled something to himself that only Gemma seemed to catch, but Isla didn't particularly give a damn at that point. Like Chibs, she was exhausted.

The tattered and torn plaid shirt she had thrown over a random tank top--now smeared with another man's blood--was wrenched between her fingers as she pulled it off, folding it not-so-neatly.

She hadn't dealt with such a bloody wound in a while. Not since her mother's palm, decorated with shards of glass, was in dire need of stitches and her father was across the country, unable to offer his medical assistance.

"I'll grab one of Jax's shirts for you--"

"No, Gemma, it's okay," she smiled, taking a seat on one of the couches opposite her.

The older woman pinched her eyebrows together skeptically, watching Isla shift. "I insist."

"It's fine." Isla was adamant. "I'm gonna head home as soon as Jax gets back here--if he gets back here--so, really, it's fine."

A minimal amount of already dried blood was spread over her wrists and fingers, and the excess had been rubbed off on her crimson flannel, so she didn't particularly feel bad about making any mess.

Though, she shouldn't have felt bad. Not after she'd been coerced into helping and eventually receiving that shitty reception from Tig.

"Aren't you cold?" She questioned, waiting for Isla to capitulate, but she never did.

The thought of wearing one of Jax's shirts--after it being given to her by his fucking mother--didn't sit right with her for some reason. Plus, she didn't particularly feel like walking out of that building wearing the damn reaper on her back.

She didn't want to flaunt their patch. Not any more than she already had been for the last ten years.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Clay glared at the clock on the wall, realizing they'd been without the Vice President for hours. In an attempt to put him at ease, Gemma ran a hand along his shoulder.

Isla could only watch them--admire, perhaps.

"He told us he was gonna swing by Tara's place for the equipment. But that was last night, man." Juice shrugged, circling the lip of his beer bottle with his thumb.

She felt her throat thicken with a sick sense of trepidation. She hadn't heard that name in years.

"Tara?" She stuttered, feeling Gemma's piercing glare.

The woman hated Jax's first love, though she never said it aloud. Isla knew her perception of her, however, and she'd started to feel the exact same as the years went on.

Bitch.

"Yeah, y'know, Tara Knowles--"

Her heart sank--fuck that, it dove straight to the deep caverns of her chest, throbbing away into nothing. Until she felt completely void of all emotion. Completely fucking numb.

"I know her, Juice." Her response came hastily, snappy. "I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to say that."

He shrugged it off. "It's alright. I wasn't expecting her to be back in town, either. I thought you already knew."

Suddenly uncomfortable, Isla's head shook.

The crow situated at the bottom of her spine began to smolder, blistering away at her skin until she physically flinched.

It was a brilliant idea at the time, getting a matching tattoo with Jax's old lady--the one woman she truly adored and trusted, never once feeling an ounce of malice toward.

Because that was a rare thing for Isla, and she wanted their friendship--and relation to Samcro--to prevail for eternity, she supposed.

But as time went on and Tara decided to distance, and eventually alienate, herself from the club, an ample sense of regret persisted for fucking months.

Isla loathed her ink. She hated the negative connotation of the crow she once lauded, and the mere idea of that thing being slapped above her ass forever churned her stomach.

It wasn't one of her finest moments, she had to admit. But she was young and extremely fucking dumb. She'd bet top dollar that Tara felt the same--if she hadn't gotten the crow covered up already.

"Jesus, Jax, where were you?!"

Her eyes flicked upward, attention on the blonde as he sauntered across the wooden floor of the bar.

She hadn't even noticed his presence until Clay spoke, but she soon started to heed how Jax was trembling a bit with every step that he took.

It wasn't obvious. To most people, the slight shake of his wrist would've gone completely unnoticed. But to Isla--to the most observant woman in Charming--his discomfort was striking.

Jax ignored him, stomping his way toward the back room. His line of sight never satisfied Isla's. It didn't even come close to it, either.

Something had happened. It was obvious that, in the time he had been with Tara, he'd encountered something grizzly enough to chill him to the bone.

Which was saying something, what with the horrific shit that he'd already seen in his time.

"Jax!" Clay yelled, following closely behind him. "Hey, asshole, where the fuck did you put the bag--"

"I've got it."

If she had the option, Isla would've allowed the floor to swallow her fucking whole.

"Tara." Pissed, Gemma acknowledged. "You're here because?"

"I asked her to help, mom."

"But Chibs had it covered. He just needed some actual instruments--"

"Gemma, quit it."

She simply nodded at her son, not wanting to cause another problem that she'd have to fix later--which, honestly, Isla was shocked to see.

"He's in there--"

"I know." Jax cut her short, ushering Tara to the back of the clubhouse--striving to get her into the room before she heeded Isla.

But she did.

The first person she clocked--aside from Clay--was Isla Telford, the woman she had purposely alienated herself from ten fucking years ago.

It wasn't anything that she'd particularly done to Tara, more like the crowd she ran with--and the way her loyalties never seemed to lay very closely to her friends, or anything outside of the club.

Isla wasn't a part of Samcro--she didn't want to be a part of Samcro--but her coalition was strong enough to convince anybody that she was more than merely a daughter of a Sgt. at Arms.

She had been brought up around the Sons--her father's choice, of course--and when her mother passed, she had no choice but to dive a little bit deeper into that world. But, as expected, it was constantly under the watchful eye of her old man.

She was dedicated to them. They were, essentially, family, and she was an honorary member.

"Isla." Jax mumbled, nodding his head toward the entrance of the clubhouse as he closed the back-door. "Outside."

He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his leather vest, shaking the box as he strived to seem a little less suspicious to Clay and his mother.

The blonde wobbled to her feet--knees weak after hours of standing--while simultaneously pulling her bloodied flannel back onto svelte, freckled arms, recognizing that the chill was to hit her the second she stepped onto the gravel.

Jax was casual while he strutted ahead, taking long strides that Isla found fucking impossible to keep up with.

He pushed the door to close behind her, offering a cigarette that she hastily declined.

"What's she doing here?" Was how she decided to break the silence, her eyes searching for a hint of something written on his face.

But there was nothing. Not an ounce of emotion--scarily so.

"She's fixing Cameron up--"

"Not at the clubhouse, Jax. I meant back in Charming."

He ran a thumb across his lower lip, trying to soften his gaze on Isla, but it was futile. He looked discomposed--unsettled.

"She's uh--she's workin' at the hospital now." She started to nod, waiting for his elaboration. It never came, however.

"Oh, that's nice. I wonder what happened in Chicago...Do you know why she's back here? Or how long she's gonna be staying in town--"

"You sound like my fucking mother--give it a break with the thirty-seven questions about Tara, damnit."

He snarled, heeding the distaste of his words the second she glowered at him.

"Excuse you?"

"I didn't call you out here for a sweet little conversation, Isla, I called you 'cause I need your help--"

"With what?"

Jax's hand hooked onto the back of his neck while he tilted his head to look upward, thinking of a way--any fucking way--to explain just what damn mess he'd found himself entwined with over the course of the last twenty-four hours.

He didn't know what to say or how to say it--if he should've fucking said it. He trusted Isla with his life--always had--but sometimes he appreciated that she mightn't have appreciated finding herself tangled within Jax's boisterous, at times frightening, life.

But it was too late for that. She'd been dragged through the deepest shit and wasn't crumbling that easily.

"Jax--"

"Kohn." He stated simply, waiting for the cogs of her brain to begin turning.

"What about him? You got in trouble with the ATF or something? Because we can handle that--"

"I already did." Jax laughed humorlessly, finally meeting Isla's line of sight.

The skin underneath his eyes was red raw, blotchy and irritated after he had used the sleeve of his hoodie to scrub away the tears he'd shed.

The tears he hadn't wanted to shed, but had fallen freely--uncontrollably--from those cerulean hues Isla never tired of looking at.

"What do you mean by that?" Nervously, she quizzed.

He didn't even have to say anything. She fucking knew. She knew exactly what he meant by that, but there was a tiny morsel of something within her that hoped and prayed that he'd declare that her gut feeling was wrong.

But he couldn't. Because it was right. Like always, Isla's intuition didn't fail her.

"Jax, honey, what did you do--"

"I killed Kohn."

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fandom #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fic #tig trager #tig trager fanfiction #tig trager fic #tig trager x oc #jax teller #jax teller x oc #jax teller fanfiction

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stitch1830 · 3 years

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Nausea

Hello! :D I was very much in my Kantoph feels, so perhaps you'll enjoy another, much more fluffy Kantoph story? Hopefully you do haha.

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She tossed and turned in the bed, attempting to find a brief moment of rest before he came back home, but after her visit with Katara earlier that day, she was wide awake. How could she not be? She was sitting on news that would alter their lives forever, and while Katara provided comforting and reassuring words, Toph still felt so uneasy about it all. Well, perhaps that was the relentless waves of nausea…

Nevertheless, the apprehension that surrounded Kanto’s reaction to this news tugged at thoughts aimed at distracting her and pulled her back to ‘focus.’ Spirits, she was nervous. Not just about what his thoughts were on the matter, but the state of their future. Everything was about to change, and she feared that unknown.

Toph couldn’t sit still anymore. Partly because of nerves, and partly because the nausea arrived like a violent wave, and she simply had to relieve her stomach of the contents of it which were… nothing. She hadn’t kept much down as of late, and was surprised she didn’t think something was up sooner (denial stopped her. It was denial).

After a record sprint to the bathroom, Toph groaned when the worst of it passed. For a moment, she lay her head on the cool earthen floor of her bathroom, her mind still reeling with thoughts.

A baby. With Kanto. She could possibly be having a baby with Kanto. Granted, she wasn’t sure she was interested in termination, but the possibility of Kanto skipping town from hearing this news was… a scenario.

But no, Kanto wasn’t the kind of man to run out on her, even if he wasn’t with Toph. It was simply the first scenario she thought of that would be one of the worst ones. And even then, the earthbender found it hard to believe that all his declarations of love, his reassuring words, and every statement of truth that he said to her were all a lie and a ruse.

No, he was a good man, a great one. The best Toph could have dreamed of being with.

Still… fear and the mysterious future lingered over her on the bathroom floor and stuck to her like the beads of sickly sweat on her forehead. She knew what answer she wanted to hear from him, but was that the answer she was going to get?

Toph sat upright and bent over the toilet again. The nausea was a fucking bitch.

Later, when the tides of sickness became manageable, she paced the kitchen and living room floors as she waited for the man of the hour to return home. Surely he’d be home any minute. It had to be close to the end of the day.

……

Spirits, where was he??

Toph had been pacing for what felt like an eternity. She sat on the biggest news of her—their—life, all day, and to say she was becoming impatient was an understatement. It didn’t help that the news was still a little hard to grasp for her, and she still struggled to process it herself.

They certainly didn’t plan on having kids right now; they were so busy with the force that it was always a conversation for another day. But, Kanto was always great with kids whenever they were around, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

Still, there was so much apprehension around the matter. Their upbringings didn’t provide any reassurance, either. Kanto was orphaned as a kid and Toph’s parents meant well—

Oh spirits. She’d have to tell her parents.

Okay, thinking about everything wasn’t calming her nerves. Toph needed to get this over with, tell Kanto, and just deal with the repercussions—

She could feel Kanto’s footsteps approaching. This was it. Toph steeled her nerves as she leaned back on the kitchen counter and thought of something clever to say. And despite the fact that she was freaking out not even two seconds ago, Toph grew calm the moment she felt Kanto’s heartbeat getting closer to her.

Kanto’s back was turned to Toph as he called out for her. “Hey babe, I know we planned on making dinner, but I know you haven’t been feeling well so I got us—”

“Hey Daddy,” she interrupted, internally cringing at the statement. Not her smoothest line, but it certainly grabbed his attention.

“The fuck, Toph?” he asked, laughing. “That’s such a gross nickname. Don’t ever say that again!”

“Okay,” she began, then tested the waters once more. “Would Dad work better?”

Kanto shook his head vigorously. “No. No mentions of fathers or dads… Just reminds me of your dad.”

Toph smirked. Suddenly, the momentum to be sarcastic with him was unstoppable, and she found herself lightly teasing him. “Well, you gotta pick something! Dada, Baba, Pops, Father. Unless you want the kid to call you Kanto, but that would just be weird.”

It took a minute for Kanto to process the words she said. She wanted him to what? He quietly chuckled to himself as he regained his focus. Because it sounded like…

“Wait.” He shook his head and tried to form some string of words that would help clarify the situation. “Are you—are we—”

“Yes?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Are we having a baby?” He barely whispered his response, but his voice was so quiet and full of hope, like he wanted her to say yes.

And before she could try to maintain her casual composure, before she could wrap her mind around what this new and sudden change meant, Toph smiled. Because he wanted her. He wanted this. All of it. And the realization that they mutually chose each other was the greatest feeling in the world.

“Yeah,” she managed to say through building emotions (hormones. She could blame those for everything now). “Yeah, we are.”

His arms wrapped around her swiftly and suddenly, and his embrace was a little shaky because he was laughing or crying or both. And Toph remembered feeling warm and loved, so loved in that moment.

They made quick work of any food that was brought home or made and spent the whole evening in bed talking. What it all meant, how they both felt, and what they were going to do next. While most questions remained unanswered for the time being, Toph felt at ease after their many discussions for that evening. There was no need to be worried—they would figure out the questions together. And she knew this because one of his hands remained tangled up in hers, the other pushed strands of hair out of her face, and his voice was so quiet and filled with wonder, it was as if she gave him the most spectacular gift in the world. And it was the way his heart fluttered for her that made it impossible to be fearful of the future. The way his breath was perfectly in line with hers that told her they were on the same page. And the way she heard a smile in his voice every time he spoke that told her that he was excited. These weren’t unusual things for Toph to notice, but today, they were prominent and apparent, and it made the shock of the day’s events worthwhile.

She felt safe with him. She always did, and always would.

#kantoph #kanto #toph #toph beifong #atla #lok #writing #pillow talks #the chief and dep series #i just have many thoughts about them okay? lol

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 133

Whew. I finally get a chance two queue chapters and add to my buffer! Yayyy me! Kind of long author’s note, feel free to skip to the readmore.

Seriously, though, I managed to only work 5ish hours of OT this week instead of the 25/wk I’ve been clocking the last several weeks. It’s been a ride, for sure. Thank you for bearing with me through this frankly-insane time.

@baelpenrose and I have had more chances to write together in real-time, which considering both our schedules and living 3 timezones apart has been a delightful miracle and I will never take it for granted ever again.

@anotherusrname and @the-raven-fae have been very encouraging of my efforts to work less, which - it turns out - has been a huge concern for oh, my entire family... Sorry I worried you all. :( I’m trying to do better! Swear I have vacations coming up!

@charlylimph-blog has just been... such a support. She literally texts me every night at 10pm my time to tell me to take my most important medications. Sainted Eldritch Fae cannot be appreciated enough, and somehow I have two.

Final shout outs go to @snickerfritz, @just-a-pastel-bunny, and @eldritchmoths for love-bombing my inbox recently. Seeing anyone speed-run through this story lets me know that I’m not wasting my time.

Don’t forget to check out the podcast!! AhhhhH! I want to scream in delight each time a new episode is released!

Focus, I told myself, breath coming in short pants. It was easier said than done, with sweat dripping into my eyes while I constantly tried to pay attention to where I was safe to move to without putting myself in the line of fire. Seeing the incoming hit, I ducked and pivoted to my left -

“Oof,” I grunted as I took a blow to the ribs. I managed not to be winded or fall, but I was pretty sure something just broke.

A voice taunted me. “You have got to get better at keeping your guard up.”

“I am,” I panted. “My ribs are a lot tougher than my face.” Refusing to be distracted, I jumped back from the next hit and started circling wide.

“And I hit harder than your sister.”

Yeah, well broken ribs are for bitches, I thought to myself. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had a broken rib before. I was fine. Out of reflex more than forethought, I pivoted my leg and bent my knee to absorb the shock of the next hit - this one to the thigh. Grabbing the offending leg, I held tight around the calf with one arm before shoving upwards on the heel with the other, dropping him onto his back.

Unfortunately, the kick to the chin I got as a result also landed me on my back.

Like an exceedingly annoying ninja, Arthur sprang to his feet before holding out a hand to help me up off the floor. “You should have expected that.”

I scowled and rubbed my jaw. “Why am I sparring with you again?”

“Because Tyche’s busy and I’m the only other person willing to actually hit you hard enough to teach you anything.”

Rolling my neck, I tried to relieve some of the tension that was setting in. “It’s not like aliens are going to know Terran hand-to-hand combat,” I pointed out as I took my stance for the next round. This time, his movement was a lot more fluid, which told me he was going for grappling instead of striking.

The kick I almost took to the face told me that his stance was also a lie.

There wasn’t any time for trash-talking, this time around. I could barely find time to breathe as he aggressively attacked, although I barely managed to avoid him actually touching me. I wasn’t an idiot - if he got a hold of me, I would be waking up from a forced nap with a sore throat. However, after what felt like an eternity and was probably only about five minutes, the odds of keeping it up were dwindling. My heart was pounding in my ears, my lungs were searing with the effort of trying to keep up with it, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I had enough stamina to outlast him. The man ran a 5k a day as a warm up. Even more humiliating, I had spent the entire time running and dodging without even a chance to mount a counter to any of it.

Finally, I was spent. Every time I tried to raise my hands, they shook so badly that there was no chance of landing a hit, even if I had the opportunity. My legs were trembling, my knees burned, and the broken rib felt like someone was twisting a hot blade into my side. Feeling defeated, I dropped my hands and squared my feet up. The blow to the solar plexus was unsurprising, as was the chokehold he put me in as soon as I doubled over. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time this had happened while sparring with him - or even with Tyche.

I was so frustrated. No matter how much I sparred with either of them, I felt like I hadn’t gained any ground. The whole point to training so hard was to prove that I actually could defend myself. Councilor or not, the thought that I was going to be shoved in the back of the Archives in the event of an attack was insulting. Not only that, it was even more insulting than the time I had round-the-clock guards. No one else had to put up with this, why did I?

“Tap out, Sophia,” he warned me. He wasn’t squeezing yet, but he had his arm locked tightly enough that I couldn’t get my head out. When I silently refused, he sighed and applied pressure, pissing me off even more.

I’m not helpless, I growled at myself. The anger at myself and the frustration with the situation flooded my mind, and I started pulling against the hold with my legs.

“You’re going to break your neck,” he grunted as he leaned the opposite direction. I may not have had his stamina, but I could also leg-press nearly five-hundred pounds. He could let go, or lean back, no other options.

Spots were floating in front of my eyes when I felt his posture change, and as soon as I felt it, both my arms swung up. Assuming I was going to hit his face, he leaned back even further…

Right into the path of my cupped hands, which hit his ears hard enough to bruise both my hands.

“Ow, FUCK!” he shouted, the pain of his ruptured ear drums distracting him just enough that I was able to pull my head free.

As soon as I stood, he reached up to one of his ears, only to pull his hand away and see blood. “Son of a - “ he stopped when he realized what happened. “Huh. That… that is a pretty neat trick.”

Oh, just you wait, I thought to myself.

Sure enough, as soon as he tried to shift his weight for another assault, he stumbled. Trying to compensate, he made it even worse and ended up falling flat on his back. Dropping his head to the mat in defeat, he splayed his limbs out to try to gain some sense of equilibrium. “Oh that is cool,” he muttered, obviously for my benefit since he couldn’t exactly hear himself.

I managed to get him to his feet and drag him to the corridor as the medical transport arrived - there was no way I was going to try to walk him to a medbay. Once his eardrums were restored - along with his internal balance - Arthur stood and stared me down. “That was a dirty trick, Sophia.” Without warning, I was suddenly pulled into a crushing hug. “I am so proud of you. Do that, a lot of it.”

“Can’t breathe,” I gasped.

He released me, stepping back. “Right. The rib.”

I tried to wave him off. “It’s just a broken rib. I’ll be fine.”

“Medbay.” He gestured around the room. “Stop being stubborn.”

“You’re overreacting - “

“If you trip and fall, which you will, you can puncture a lung.”

“Hasn’t happened yet.”

“It’s been broken all of ten minutes. Medbay. Now.”

I glared at him. “If you think this is the first broken rib I’ve had, you’re insane. It’s not even the fiftieth.”

“Stop reminding me that I can’t go back to Earth and kill someone who is hopefully dead anyway. You made me go to the medbay for some broken teeth after the fight with Jokul. Also, with your luck it’s a miracle you haven’t killed yourself by breathing, and I am not going to be the one who’s next up on Tyche’s shit list. Go. Medbay. Now.”

I opened my mouth to argue again, but was cut off by swearing and Arthur literally just picking me up and dropping me in the closest berth. With exactly zero shame, he pinned me down by my shoulders and hips while one of Noah’s avatars held me down from the other side and scanned, then healed, my broken rib - both of them, it turns out. Finally, they both let go of me. “Can I leave now?” I asked petulantly.

“Only if you tell me the eardrum trick so I can figure out how to use it on other species.”

Sliding off the berth and to my feet, I ran a hand through my hair. “Easy. You just cup your hands so there aren’t any cracks between your fingers, like this.” I demonstrated. “And then try to clap your hands through someone’s head, right over the ears. Force of the air ruptures the ear drums, and the trauma reaction kills their spatial sense and balance.” When he tilted his head at the simplicity of it, I shrugged. “Women’s self-defense classes.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “Speaking of women and self-defense, we have got to get you more in the habit of striking and blocking with your legs. Pretty sure you’d kick like a horse if you tried.”

“If I kick you, I’ll break something.”

“Your legs are a lot tougher than you think - “

“I meant something on you,” I clarified, staring at the ground.

I didn’t look up, but I could hear the savage grin in his voice at what he said next. “Oh, we have got to try this.” When my head snapped up, sure enough, he was smiling. “If you can land a kick on me, I won’t even be mad if you break something. But that’s not what I meant.”

“You want me to test it on someone else?” That wasn’t exactly a better option.

He rolled his eyes. “Maverick literally does calibrations for a living. Pretty sure he’s got something that measures impact force. Then we do the math from there.”

“I feel like I’m on an episode of MythBusters,” I grumbled as we headed out of the Medbay and back towards my office.

“I know!” he agreed enthusiastically.

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solace — obi-wan kenobi

summary : after the death of satine kryze, obi-wan kenobi returns from mandalore to the jedi temple.

warning(s) : character death, it's pretty fluffy with some angst.

pairing(s) : obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader, mentions of obi-wan kenobi x satine kryze

notes : this is my first fic on tumblr like,, ever. i hope you enjoy lmao 🧍🏻‍♀️. oh also it’s written in all lowercase intentionally!

though you didn’t know much about their relationship, you knew from a very young age that obi-wan kenobi loved satine kryze. the jedi and the duchess were destined to live their lives apart, honor bound to serve the people before themselves, whether it be the citizens of mandalore or the jedi order. you had seen them interact firsthand, the endless bickering and shrewd glances at one another making up a feeble attempt to cover up how they truly felt. you hated the way your stomach twisted and your heartbeat quickened when you saw how he looked at her, overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions a jedi were barred from feeling. he drowned in her touch, however subtle that might be, her hand on his face leaving him with burn marks, his fingers on fire as he grasped her wrist. you stood idly by, hopeless in the shadows, because that was what the force had destined for you. you, like obi-wan, had duties as a jedi, duties that you would put over your own well being and selfish desires, even if that meant spending hours watching obi-wan languish in the realization that life would never allow him to be happy. he’d lost his master at an age where, although he was not terribly young, he was still vulnerable to the world and its brutalities.

life had not been kind to obi-wan kenobi. he was old when he started training, feeling the need to work twice as hard as his fellow initiates, just for him to be remembered and not cast aside. he was constantly battling his darkest fear, that he was never good enough for his master and he would one day be considered unmemorable or unworthy. life was still cruel to obi-wan kenobi. he felt the cold, bony fingers of satine kryze cradle his face, leaning into her touch before she fell back limply, dark blood staining her abdomen. around him, maul laughed, as vengeance had finally been served. all those years the scarlet skinned zabrak had spent wasting away, he only had one thought: kenobi. it was a mantra that kept him going, a fire that fueled him, that drove him so far to the point of madness that the only thought echoing in his mind was exacting his revenge on the man who had caused him so much misery, obi-wan kenobi. with some much needed help, obi-wan had escaped his jail cell on mandalore, but maul had won, for now he was trapped eternally in a prison of his own mind. if he closed his eyes, he could still see satine in all her beauty. the soft, pale buttercup locks of hair were strewn messily across satine’s face, framing her pointed features that highlighted her regality. her eyes, normally a stunning, brilliant blue, were now overshadowed with heavy purple circles underneath, fluttering once, before lying still. obi-wan could still feel the ice of her touch on his auburn beard, could still hear the hoarse whispers of her final, dying breath in his ears. worst of all, he could still sense through the force as her life signature died out, like a warm sun casting its final rays before leaving a planet in darkness. he had loved her, and she had loved him. though light years away, separated by many planets and suns and stars, you could sense his anguish. it was overpowering, tainted by the dark side; this was the closest obi-wan had been tempted to stray away from the light. still, he clung on to the light, clung on to the idea that there was still good in the world, despite every curve thrown in his way. the night ahead of you, should obi-wan not return before then, would be sleepless, as worry for the man ate at your insides, and you were helpless to resist as it consumed you. you were, for lack of a better word, attached to him, and he you, and that was the most dangerous thing a jedi could be. the very idea of caring for one being over another was discouraged, but no one prepared you for how hard it would be to follow a code you lived by. at last, you sensed his presence here in the temple. throwing on a beige cloak, you quietly shut the door of your sleeping quarters to greet him. it was late enough in the evening for the temple hallways to be barren, but not too absurdly late for you to be awake, as the bright yellow hues of the coruscanti sunset dimmed and made their final goodbye through the transparisteel. “obi-wan,” the breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his. he resembled a shell of who he once was, clad in red mandalorian armor that oddly suited him. his russet hair was disheveled, dirtied by dust and sweat, shoulders sagging as his arms lay limply at his side. his ocean eyes were swimming with sorrow and grief, mourning the loss of someone — it didn’t take much to put the pieces together. satine kryze. he had gone to rescue her, and returned alone. “y/n,” his voice is like a melody in your ears, though his tone is solemn and tired. they stood close enough for it to be amicable, but far enough for it to be agonizingly respectable. neither of you made any movement to get closer, knowing the probability of someone stumbling upon them was far too likely. “what happened?” you bit your lip, studying his face. his eyes didn’t quite meet yours, his fair skin littered with dirt and battered with cuts and bruises. “maul,” came the short response. “he… i must report to the council.” waves of alarm began radiating off of him, as if he had just remembered something important. “master yoda and master windu are both away,” you sucked in your breath. “you should speak to them tomorrow.” all he could muster was a nod of his head, and you knew then that he would only talk about it in time. silently, mannerisms mirroring one another, you began walking, your pace slow and your shoulders brushing just slightly every few steps. there wasn’t much to be said; obi-wan was silent for most of the short trek back to the jedi sleeping quarters. “will you be alright?” you stopped in your tracks, pausing in front of his quarters. a faint smile crept onto his face, his lips twitching upwards but his eyes remaining dull. he nodded quickly before turning to enter his quarters. “thank you, darling.” however persuasive the famed jedi negotiator was in his prime, there was something about the way his voice sounded so tired that made you doubt the truth of his words. obi-wan’s name was on the tip of your tongue before he disappeared behind the door of his quarters, not allowing you to call after him; he could lie to you once, to save you from needless worry, but he could not do so twice. without much resistance, you retreated to your own space, the walls and floors scarcely decorated, what little furniture you did possess simple and modest. after a moment, you retired to your sleep couch and allowed your sore muscles a bit of relaxation. sleep did not come to greet you, not even as you spent hours tossing and turning, the normally soft mattress underneath you now lumpy and hard. with a sigh, you threw the covers over you aside, wincing as you were greeted with the coldness of the floor as your feet touched the ground. you made your way to the hallway, pitch black and coated with a blanket of silence, a dim light seeping through the cracks of the door opposite of yours. obi-wan was still awake. raising your hand to knock on the door, you were surprised as your knuckles were met nothingness, as the door slid open automatically. obi-wan had not moved since the night began, sitting in his own turmoil. the mandalorian armor had been stripped off of him and was now cluttered in a corner of the room, and it looked as if he had used the refresher — droplets of water still clung to his hair, and his sleeping clothes looked fresh and clean. “can’t sleep?” you spoke up with a rueful smile, careful to keep your pitch low enough so only he could hear them. the door closed behind you, and then it was just the two of them. he looked up; dark circles of grief and exhaust making him appear older, more fragile. in a hasty, unsure movement, you had crossed the length of the room and settled yourself next to him, the sleep couch dipping slightly under your added weight. there were so many questions you longed to ask him, like the details of his journey to mandalore, and why he couldn’t even bring himself to say more than a few words at a time. but patience was a jedi’s greatest tool, and you forced yourself to simply sit in silence, the feeling of obi-wan’s grief hanging heavy in the air. “i lost her.” his voice is hollow, monotone. there is no need to say her name, but it enters your mind anyways. satine. “i know,” you let out a weary sigh. “i’m so sorry.” without more words, you felt his body shift, feeling the heat coming from his body as he drew closer to you. “you need to rest, love.” there was no reason for him to protest, but you knew why he had stayed awake for so long. nightmares. they would haunt him for the rest of his life, chasing him mercilessly for as long as he remained asleep. no matter how awful life treated him, obi-wan kenobi never cried, at least not in front of anyone — instead, he allowed himself to rot away, internalizing everything for fear of burdening another being with all of his agony. tonight would be no different, you suspected, as you felt a weight on your shoulder, as a head full of strawberry blonde hair, still dewy with shower water, rested against your side. it was hesitant at first, as he barely allowed himself to lean on you, but after a moment of his cheek on your shoulder, he collapsed, the full weight of his body and all his worries heavy against your frame. as your arm wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him closer to you, your breath was light and tense. this was the closest you’d ever been to him, to anyone, really, the feeling of his skin against her own a foreign concept she’d never dared to explore. it was the way he smiled. it reminded you of warm summer days, of lazy mornings on naboo surrounded by nothing but fields of flowers soaked in sunlight. he was like the sun, bright and hopeful; steady and dependable. it was the way he laughed. it reminded you of cozy winter nights, of waking up to a ground littered with snow, the frigid air of the outside making evenings surrounded by a crackling fire intimate and welcoming. it was the way he looked at you. his gaze reminded you of a chilly autumn breeze, of carefree days and brisk weather that made your skin tingle, your heart feeling light and free, singing to the fallen leaves of the sky. it was the way he touched you. it reminded you of spring, of new flowers blooming in soft sunlight, of plants budding with new, green life and animals of all shapes and sizes fluttering around with their young. it was the start of something new. you loved him. it went against everything you stood for, but you loved him. and maybe somewhere, buried deep within his soul, he loved you too. in another lifetime, perhaps you were the right person at the wrong time, or the right person at the right time. but in this timeline, where the jedi code was carved into your bones, where the light side ran through your veins, where your duty came above your being, it was the wrong circumstance. you had been so deep in thought, woefully wishing a for love from a man who could not do so, that you hadn’t noticed how obi-wan’s breathing slowed, how his eyes, which had once fought to stay open, were now blissfully shut. the man who had been through so much, who had endured so much heartbreak and loss, had finally sought solace in your arms. your own eyes fought to stay awake, knowing how much trouble you’d be in if anyone caught you both in such a… compromising position. however innocent the intention may be, the council would not see it that way. your last conscious thought was that of i must wake up before sunrise, before you lapsed into a peaceful sleep.

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one-more-fangirl · 3 years

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Solitary ghost - Reggie Peters

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reggie peters x ghost!oc

summary: reggie takes it upon himself to make friends with the antipathic, solitary ghost the band meets after a concert

warnings: mentions of death and suicide, mentions of child abuse swears

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Luna “Moony” Joy did justice to her last name. She was a bubbly girl, full of energy and positivity. Or at least she used to be, until her adoptive family died on a fire, leaving her an orphan and in foster care... again. How she jumped from house to house and ended up going all the way across the country is not something she likes to talk about. She doesn’t really like to talk at all.

Two years later, a Brooklynn girl died in L.A. after “falling” off a cliff, and she didn’t have to worry about any more foster homes. What she did have to worry about —and oh, how she wishes she didn’t have to— is her afterlife. “I died just so I could stay in the world for eternity. Fucking great”

Luna stayed away from other ghosts for the most part. She didn’t want help, she didn’t want guidance, and she most certainly didn’t want company. She tried to find her unfinished business so she could finally cross over and “leave this fucking place once and for all”, but she couldn’t. She wasn’t very surprised. What unfinished business could a foster kid possibly have? Too many, probably.

So Moony spent her days as a solitary ghost walking around the city, and avoiding Caleb Covington and that skater boy of his. The magician just couldn’t get in his head that she wanted nothing to do with him. Unfortunately for her, that didn’t save her from three particularly annoying ghosts.

[...]

It was Luke who found her.

They had performed at a local place a few weeks after they performed at The Orpheum, and Luna just so happened to pass by. The dark haired girl stopped when she heard the music, and figured that she might as well stay until the end. It wasn’t like she had somewhere to be anyways. The three boys poofed out of the scenario and appeared behind her, grinning like idiots at the applauding crowd. The bassist and the drummer were too preoccupied to notice the girl in front of them, the only one that wasn’t clapping or had a smile on.

“Hey” Luke nudged at the boys at either side of him with a frown, and jerked his head in her direction “She’s just standing there after we rocked this place. She’s not even fazed”

“Maybe’s just not her type of music” Alex suggested, not thinking much of it.

“Or maybe she hated it” the smile didn’t leave Reggie’s face as he nonchalantly stated his theory, oblivious to his bandmates frowns.

“You know, she can hear you, assholes” Luna rolled her eyes, scowling at them and turning around to leave through the wall.

“Woah- Wait!” Luke ran after her, and the other two followed “H-Hey! You’re a ghost too!”

“No shit Sherlock” she completely ignored them and kept walking.

“So you didn’t like our music? Why not?”

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, and frankly I don’t care either” she stopped and turned to the ghosts, who tumbled against each other abruptly “I really don’t care about your music either, so I would appreciate it if you stopped following me”

“Why are you being so rude?”

“Why are you being so nosy?” she shot back at Luke with a glare “Do you work for him? Like I said to your boss and his scout before, I don’t want in in your little club. I’m fine by my own. Leave me the hell alone”

With that, she poofed away, deciding that appearing in her place would be the best option. The band stood there dumbfounded staring at her now empty spot.

“What a bitch” the lead guitarist finally spoke.

“She asked if we worked for someone and then said she didn’t want in in our club... You don’t think Caleb’s after her, right?” Alex didn’t know her, but nobody deserved to go through what they had with those stamps.

“Who cares? Let’s go home” Luke patted his friend’s shoulder and started to go back to look for Julie.

Alex followed, but Reggie stood frozen for a moment. The girl was pretty, but that wasn’t what struck him. She looked sad, alone and overall unhappy. There was no spark in her eyes whatsoever, nothing that made her look alive —she wasn’t exactly alive, more like the opposite, but you know what he means. The Peters boy frowned at the floor, he wanted to know why she was like that. Wait, no, scratch that. He wanted to change that. Reggie Peters wanted to see how much prettier the unknown girl looked when smiling.

[...]

He made it his mission to find her. He went out looking for her while Julie was at school and Ray at work, and Luke and Alex were doing who knows what. Reggie basically padded all downtown L.A. trying to at least get a glimpse of the dark clothes that the Korean girl sported the night before. It took him a while, but he found her.

Reggie couldn’t even remember when he thought about visiting the observatory, but when he spotted the black clad ghost, he was glad he did.

“Hey, you’re the girl from last night! The one that didn’t like our music” he beamed, even when she just looked at him bored “I didn’t get to introduce myself, you were arguing with Luke. Hi, I’m Reggie” but Luna only stared at his hand for a moment and continued to look at the view.

Reggie didn’t sweat it, he just leaned against handrail next to her and stared at the view too. Luna didn’t say anything to him, she hated his presence there —like, what the hell was he doing, couldn’t he leave or something?

“Can you leave?” she turned to the boy.

“Nope. I want friends, other than my bandmates and Julie. Luke is always in his music or pestering Julie, Alex is with his crush —or boyfriend, I’m not sure anymore— and Julie is at school, and even if Luke goes annoy her, she’s been very strict about boundaries lately. I have Ray, but he can’t see me” he quickly explained, although Luna didn’t look like she cared “Can you at least tell me your name? I’ll stay quiet and won’t bother you if you do” he begged.

Luna looked at him —like really looked at him— for a moment. That moment felt like ages for Reggie, her dark brown eyes seemed to be scrutinizing every inch of his soul, but he didn’t back down. He was determined to make her afterlife good, no matter how long it took. They did have an eternity, after all.

Really, the dark haired girl wasn’t reading him. She hardly knew him, she just knew his name and that he had a really nosy friend and another that looked like an anxious baby. But Luna was meditating about her answer. There was something telling her that this Reggie wouldn’t leave her alone for whatever reason —because wanting more friends wasn’t an acceptable answer for him to have been looking around the whole city for her like she knew he had done— and this was most likely the best she’d get.

“Luna” she finally said, avoiding his eyes.

“Like the moon?” he asked with an amused smile, but erased it from his face once he met her eyes again “Right, I’m shutting up now”

Reggie did shut up... for about ten minutes. Then he started talking again, and he told her about how he became a ghost, hoping the story of dying because of a hot dog would at least put a smile on her face, it seemed to make everyone laugh. But it didn’t have the same effect on this girl, who only rolled her eyes and called them stupid for eating something that came out of a car.

[...]

It happened daily. Luna would be minding her business, “enjoying” her time alone, and Reggie would appear out of nowhere. He stayed silent for about fifteen minutes, and then started talking about whatever he could think of. She didn’t know how he always managed to find her, or why, but she had given up on trying to hide from him. She had enough with hiding from Caleb, and the beaming boy hadn’t asked about her, so it was bearable.

“Why don’t you tell me something about you?” never mind.

“No” Luna quickly dismissed “You said you wouldn’t bother me”

“Oh, come on, Luna. I just wanna learn something about you! I’ve told tons about me. And before you say you don’t know why the hell I do this, I don’t want you to be alone. No one deserves to be left alone, even after they died”

“I said I don’t want anyone’s company! And you still come bother me every day!” she shouted and moved her arms wildly, missing the way the boy in front of her flinched and cowered back a little “God, do you not listen?! Read the room, idiot! I don’t want you here!”

Luna didn’t know, but that last sentence struck Reggie like a ton of bricks mixed with lightning. Worse than Caleb’s stamp, and worse than Julie’s outburst at them when they let her down. Her yelling and moving her arms like that, that phrase, it brought him right back to his house. To when his parents shouted and argued for the smallest things, and Lord help him if they saw him, because then... well then it got worse. Way worse.

“I-I’m sorry” he muttered and looked down “I’ll leave you alone, don’t worry”

Reggie’s face had fallen, and he looked hurt, something that Luna hadn’t seen on him since he started bothering her. Then he poofed away, and the Korean girl was left alone. Which for some reason didn’t feel as good as she wanted. There was something inside of her that was bothering her more than Reggie’s constant banter, and that was the absence of it. She didn’t like to admit it, but the boy’s blabbering had become part of her day, and somewhere in between telling him to shut up and scowling at him —which he both blatantly ignored, by the way— she had begun to enjoy his presence. It made her days. He made her feel not so alone, or depressed, and the fact that she had made him feel that way didn’t sit right on her.

“Goddammit” she groaned internally.

The girl poofed away. Something else Luna didn’t like to admit was that she actually listened to everything Reggie told her, so she knew a little about the boy, and the first thing she looked for him was where his house used to be. The bike shack next to the noodle place at the beach. Sure enough, Luna spotted his leather jacket sat down on the sand, looking down and digging his finger in it. She started to walk in his direction, her Doc Martens felt weirdly hesitant and timid in contrast to how confident and defiant they usually marched.

The Joy girl stopped next to her... “friend”. Could she call him a friend? She had been nothing but mean and cold to the poor guy, while he had obviously tried his best to get the slightest of smiles from her. For some reason, Reggie still considered her a friend, he had said so a few times in the past month.

A quivering breath fell from her lips. Luna knew that Reggie had noticed her, but had chosen to ignore her. “I deserve that”

“Hi” it was the first time she greeted him first, and it was strange. She refused to let his silence appall her, so she sat down next to him “My full name is Luna Joy, kinda ironic, huh?” still no response; she sighed “Reggie, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve yelled at you for no reason, you’ve just been trying to be nice. Believe it or not, I really appreciate your visits, as annoying as the are” the chuckle from the back of her throat felt foreign. It had been long since she let a genuine one out, instead of a dry, sarcastic one.

“Did you just laugh?”

“I wouldn’t call it a laugh; it was more like a chuckle-”

“Oh nononono! None of that! No excuses! You laughed!” he pointed at her with the finger that had previously been drawing aimlessly in the sand, his face back to looking like a child in a toy store.

Luna couldn’t help the warm feeling in her chest —she didn’t know ghosts could still feel like that, but then again, she didn’t know she could still feel like that— nor the small smile that creeped into her lips.

“And now you’re smiling! This is the best thing ever!”

“Okay, relax” she chuckled again, and this time it did sound like a laugh “Don’t let this get to you, Reginald Peters, it’s not like it’s gonna happen all the time” she teased with a smirk.

“Wanna bet, Luna Joy?” he answered with a matching smirk.

“Oh, God, I’m already regretting this” she buried her head in her arms and knees “Does this mean I’m forgiven? I really am sorry”

“Yeah, it’s all forgotten. But you have to tell me more about you”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Anything. Everything” if Luna still had blood, she was sure she would’ve blushed from the intensity of his gaze.

“Well, when I was alive and had friends, my family and them used to call me Moony, because of my name and Luna Lovegood and Remus Lupin from Harry Potter”

“Can I call you that?” Reggie quickly asked.

Luna pondered about it for a few seconds before nodding.

“I don’t see why not. We’re friends, right?” she sent a small smile, and the boy smiled brighter.

[...]

It was Luna’s turn to blabber nonstop. She was hesitant at first, but soon started to let loose, and although it seemed impossible, the old Luna Joy came back when she was with Reggie. She started to enjoy herself more when he visited, liked to talk with him about anything, and went along with any kind of idea he had. Reggie found out that Moony was nothing like the first time they met, and he was pretty proud of himself for making her comfortable enough to let her walls down.

At some point, they found themselves falling for each other, and Luna felt like she could shit her pants when she realized. She didn’t know how to handle it, it was strange and she was scared. Reggie on the other side, he smiled as big as he could when it clicked for him, causing Julie to ask him what had him so happy.

“I like a girl” he answered without shame, and suddenly he was being interrogated by the lead singer of the band.

Oh, but when their next hang out came... That was another story. Luna didn’t want to be awkward and Reggie didn’t want to come off too obvious.

They both did a terrible job.

“You’re being awkward” he whined.

“Well you’re clingier than normal” she responded instantly.

There was a silence that followed in which they stared at each other.

“I’m scared” Luna whispered after a moment, and Reggie furrowed his brows.

“What? Why?” he moved closer, hoping to bring comfort to the girl.

“I don’t think I’ve been this close with someone ever, other than my mom” she confessed.

Reggie knew all about her foster system experience, from before and after she got adopted. They had had very deep conversations many times, and in one of them, Luna decided to tell him about her family, and eventually why she died. The bassist had let her break down in his arms and not judged her when she told him that she took her life and how angry she was after appearing back as a ghost. He just hugged her tighter and then told her about his family.

He told her about Luke and Alex and Bobby, and all their adventures and what they went through in their lives. Then he told her about his new family, and how he considered the Molinas and Flynn part of his little family, even if the only one that could actually interact with him was Julie. After that, Reggie told Luna about his parents. He had a hard time telling her, but the girl didn’t push him, knowing how touchy subjects could hurt, and talking about them was a huge effort. So she let him take his time, listening to how his parents never seemed to stop fighting, and how they even got him in between them. Luna was hardly containing her tears when he got to the part where his dad had gotten his hands on him a couple times. Luna brought him into an embrace, and they stayed like that for the rest of that night.

“Is being close with me a bad thing?”

“No” the answer was immediate “Not in the slightest. It’s just... I never thought I’d have someone that I cared so much about, like, ever again. And I’m scared, because I don’t wanna lose you like everyone else and-”

“Hey. You’re not gonna lose me” he took her hand in his “I promise. If it helps, I feel very close with you too”

“Yeah, but I like you!” she stressed, taking the boy aback “That’s never happened before! It scares the shit out of me, and you surely don’t like me back like that, and-”

“Moony!” Reggie cut her off with a laugh ��I like you too!” the boy felt like he just got told he won the ghost-lottery, the smile on his face the biggest Luna had seen.

“Huh?”

“I like you too” he repeated “When I’m thinking about coming to visit you and hang out with you, I feel like I’m about to perform with the band again. I get this rush of happiness and that’s just by thinking of you!”

Luna looked at the guy like he was crazy. How was he so happy? She had been scared all week! When she was little, feelings came easy to her, but she’d never liked someone. Then her family died, and she never gave herself the opportunity to like someone. Now this goofy boy came, after they have both died, and he doesn’t leave her alone, and suddenly his goofiness and playful flirting had an effect on her! And on top of that, he says he likes her too! It was all strange and too good to be true. “What the hell is happening?”

“You like me” she said, not sounding convinced “This better not be one of your jokes Reg, because I swear, if it is I’ll-”

Once again, Reggie cut her off laughing, just to pull her into a kiss. He kissed her out of impulse, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore now that he knew she liked him back. Besides, she wanted to be sure she wasn’t fucking with her, right?

“I’m not joking, Moons. I really like you. A lot” he giggled, resting his hands on her face to make her look directly at him “And now that I know you like me...” he saw her bite her bottom lip to contain her smile “I can proudly say that I made Luna Joy feel emotions again”

“Hey! It’s not like I was completely emotionless”

“Sure babe” he leaned in to place a swift kiss on her nose.

“Okay, enough of that” she pulled away, but let his arms rest around her “Wait, “babe”? What’s that about?”

“Oh, right” Reggie seemed to realize something and sat up straighter “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Once again, Luna stared at the ghost in front of her dumfounded. He stared back at her with a smile, waiting for an answer.

“Are you serious?” she asked. Reggie only nodded “Just like that?”

“You want a big ask? I can do it, give me a second”

“Woah, woah no! No big asks” she gripped his leather jacket just as he went to stand up “It just caught me off guard”

“Why? We like each other, and I want you to be my girlfriend so no other cute ghost can take charm you with incredible harmonica skills and funnier stories”

“This right here is why I like you. I don’t need a harmonica player; I like how you play your banjo. I’ll be your girlfriend, Reg”

[...]

Now that we know how Reggie and Moony got together let’s rewind a little. I said, she wasn’t safe from three particularly annoying ghosts. She’s got one, she’s dating him. She met —or re-met— the other two a month later.

“C’mon, please” Reggie dragged out the word like a little kid begging their mom for candy. To be fair, he was begging, but instead of his mother, his girlfriend “They’ll love you! Alex uses sarcasm almost as much as you do. Julie wants to try and see you, she’s been asking me about you every time I get back home! She’s getting really tiring”

“Oh, so kinda like you then” Luna wasn’t having it.

She sat there listening to her boyfriend whine about how much he wanted her to meet his friends, his family. He wanted to be able to spend time with her without having to escape them all the time. Also, Luke and Alex did not believe him when he said he had found a girl.

The bassist huffed and plopped himself next to Luna, crossing his arms. He eyed the black nail polish she was applying to her nails, and then looked at his own nails, already painted black. Reggie smiled, getting off track for a second at the memory of how delicate she had been minutes ago when she was painting his nails. It was the most patient he had ever seen her. “Wait, no- friends” he shook his head and looked at the girl again.

“Why don’t you wanna meet my friends?” he pouted.

“Baby, I don’t think your buddy Luke was a fan of me last and only time I met him. Granted, I wasn’t very nice to him, but...” Reggie blushed at the pet name.

Luna wasn’t great with words, so pet names were unusual in her, causing the boy to blush each time she used one. Touching didn’t come out of her either, it was usually him who had to start a kiss or a hug, but she didn’t neglect them. He had determined that her love language was actions.

She had been alone for a long time, and having someone that cares about you was strange, but she tried her best to show Reggie that she too cared about him. Moony would take him to a place where country music was played, or nudge him and propose a crazy idea that she knew he’d love, or paint his nails carefully like before. Or Reggie’s personal favorite: how Luna would “ask” for cuddles. She wouldn’t initiate them, she felt awkward verbally asking for them or suddenly throwing herself on him as he did when he wanted some, but instead she’d shift closer to him and subtly lean a little into his body. After a few times when Reg had asked for cuddles and she’d done that same thing, he had started to understand the subtle actions that she did to ask for touch without feeling awkward or uncomfortable. He had to say, he found it absolutely adorable how shy she could be. He’d never imagined the bold Joy girl to be able to act that way.

“Okay, but now you’re nicer!” he tried to convince her again “Come on, just for half an hour! You meet them, stay a little, and if you decide you don’t like them, or don’t feel right we’ll leave and I won’t talk about this ever again” when she still didn’t look at him, he carefully grabbed her arm —because he knew she’d kill him again if he messed up her nails— and turned her around “Please, please, please, please, please, pl-”

“Okay!” she snapped “I’ll go meet your band, just shut the fuck up!”

“Yes!” he grabbed her face and kissed her lips “You’re the best, Moons”

“Yeah, yeah. Let me finish my hand and we can go” she said, retrieving her arm so she could paint her last two nails.

Luna Joy was used to put this brave, unbreakable, unfazed facade on that now only came down when she was with Reginald Peters. Like right now, she was standing in front of a garage, gripping his hand tight and internally shitting her pants.

“You know what? I’m not feeling well, maybe I should come by another time-”

“Babe. You’re gonna be fine, just relax” he pressed a kiss to her temple, and then walked in “Everybody, this is Luna. I told you guys she existed” he stuck his tongue at his two brothers, grinning wide at Julie’s excited face.

“Hey” Luna waved.

“You. You’re that ghost that didn’t like our music and then was rude!” Luke pointed at her “Why didn’t you like our music?”

“Can you please not attack her, Luke?” Alex rolled his eyes “I’m sorry, he’s stupid. I’m not, I’m Alex”

“Yeah, our music isn’t for everyone. Hi, my name’s Julie and I am very excited to see and meet you. Reggie has told me a lot about you” the curly haired girl in front of her smiled, showing off her tooth gap. Luna thought she was adorable.

“Has he now? I’ve heard a lot about you guys too-”

“Okay! So I’ve talked about everyone, let’s move on passed that, yeah?”

“We’ll save you the embarrassment, don’t worry. Oh, and Luke. I did like your music”

After that afternoon, Luna wasn’t able to get rid of the boys. She didn’t mind, she found that being a solitary ghost was so much less fun than being part of a group again.

“So what did you think?” Reggie asked her on the observatory that night, pulling her body closer than what she had leaned on.

“They’re nice” she hummed “Hey, can I tell you something? I’m scared again”

“Why?”

“I think I love you”

“Well, if it helps, I think I love you too”

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hellisheuphoria · 4 years

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Chapter 2: Silence

The MC has a rough day, and finds comfort in a certain individual.

[Nothing much to say here, except thank you for reading, and don’t hesitate writing any constructive criticism to me or pointing out mistakes, ily all <3]

Morning arrives, and your eyes still barely open from the exhaustion of last night. You wished you had never woken up, far too tired for the day ahead.

You can tell it is early in the morning- just before 6 am. There is no sun in the Devildom, and so you have had to adjust your internal clock to the eternal darkness of this world.

No light creeps into your room to remind you that there is a new start to another day. That the past belongs in the past- yet your mind just can not correspond with that. It feels like everyday is the same.

It is eternal and infinite, yet you are mortal and weak. Despite possessing pacts with the most strongest rulers of the Devildom, you wield no strength. You possess no magical power. You’re useless.

If a demon wished to devour you right this very second, you would be gone. There is no power within you to perform any spells, and so you are defenceless.

Already in a depressive state, you will your weary bones to move. In order to avoid your housemates, you would need an extremely early start to the day. Meaning, now.

You freshen up in the bathroom, noticing your horrible features on your face. Your skin is pale and hollow, dark circles have comfortably edged themselves under your eyes, your eyes are hollow and lifeless and your hair thin and dead. You look like a zombie.

Your RAD uniform is crumpled and messy from having thrown it on the floor the day before, not giving a single care for it in the world.

You quietly walk to the kitchen, with your school necessities and belongings in your bag that has been slumped over your shoulder. You grab a small carton of yoghurt to eat and walked to the door, making sure to be quiet so as to not wake any of them up or alert them.

There are barely any students by the time you get to school, but they are almost always the nicer demons, the over achievers of the school. As they say, the early bird catches the worm.

You walked to the courtyard, where many beautiful plants and wildflowers resided, making it a truly wonderful and bright place in RAD. You sat down on one of the benches and took out your yoghurt, peeling the plastic off.

Someone tapped your shoulder from next to you. The white hair gave it away immediately; Solomon.

”Hello, MC. You’re quite early, today.” He greeted you with a lovely smile, but you could tell something was going on if you looked deeper into his eyes. He held onto a secret of some sorts.

”Hey.” You responded, nervous and flustered at the same time. You two didn’t talk often, despite being the only two human exchange students in the Devildom. He was very handsome and you would find yourself staring at him during class, enraptured.

He was also a very powerful sorcerer, having made pacts with more than 72 demons- Asmodeus included.

But he was nice, and hadn’t hurt you at all. Well, yet. You hoped he wouldn’t, you actually liked him.

”You look tired today. Had a rough night?” He observed you closely, his eyes still looking around your face as you slowly went red.

”I-uh, you could say that. I woke up sort of early and couldn’t sleep.” It wasn’t a total lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either.

”Huh, alright.” He was still smiling at you, his lips perfectly complimenting his beautifully sinister face.

Your cheeks reddened and you turned away, choking the rest of the yoghurt down. You were feeling way too nervous for your liking- you felt as though you were supposed to act a certain way around him.

You breathed in slowly. “Uh, I need to get to class now.” You adjusted your bag on your shoulders and stood up to walk away, when he called out behind you.

”Have a nice day, MC.” You didn’t look back, but responded. “You too.”

For the rest of the day, you spent your time avoiding everyone, especially Mammon. You knew he would be extremely pissed at you, but you didn’t care. Today was not a good day.

As cute and clingy as he was, you just needed to get away from everyone- you really did. You could understand why Lucifer was frustrated at them half the time- they can be quite a handful.

As the day ended, you were in your last class, the Devildom history. You only had Satan, Asmo and Solomon with you in this class. They sat away from you, but you could hear Asmo’s whispering from miles away. He was being seriously loud.

“You know what happened today? I tried talking to MC, and they literally ghosted me! I think there’s something up!”

Satan agreed with him, “You’re right. Mammon wouldn’t stop complaining today about how he couldn’t find MC.”

Solomon didn’t talk, but you could feel his stare from your spot in the class. You could almost hear his thoughts from how hard he was staring at you.

When the class ended, you packed up as fast as you could and almost ran from how fast you were, you didn’t want to talk to anyone at all.

You could hear Asmo and Satan yelling behind you, but you ignored them and ran away. You didn’t want to answer any of their questions, you don’t want to talk to them.

Your outburst yesterday with Belphegor made you wary of everyone else. You were worried if he had told them what happened, and then they would want to talk to you about it.

You didn’t want to talk about your feelings, you would break if you did. It scared you witless, it terrified you. You didn’t wanna ruin their relationship with Belphegor or you. You didn’t want to be selfish and hurt them with your stupid fear.

The minute you ran into the house, you could tell it was empty. There were no shoes lying around, and nobody was arguing. Perfect, you were by yourself, and there would be no one to bother you.

You kicked off your shoes and got to your room. You locked your door, put away your bag and slithered onto your bed, not having taken off your uniform. God, you were tired.

You wrapped the blankets around you and eased into the mattress. This way, you would feel better. You wouldn’t feel as bad as you usually did, you would feel great when asleep, you were able to finally escape from your wretched world. The world soon became indecipherable, indifferent.

You zoned out and fell asleep.

You woke up to the sound of chattering, laughter and arguing close by. The light creeped in from under your door and ended right at your face. Your room was extremely dark, a change from when you first got home.

You were still groggy and tired, but if you slept any longer then you wouldn’t be able to sleep for the rest of the night.

You were feeling pretty lonely, but to be honest? It may just be better this way. You wouldn’t feel hurt when the program ended and you had to go home, and you wouldn’t ruin a relationship that could last for thousand of more years.

You didn’t leave your room, but you kept your door locked and turned on the light. You decided you would pass the time playing Mononoke Land, a game that Levi introduced to you a while back.

It was quite interesting, and the time passed by quickly, but only by an hour. It was about 6 pm, so you still had a lot of time before you would need to sleep.

You felt jealous of everyone sitting in the living room, enjoying their evening. Asmo was probably painting his nails, Satan could be trying to read a book despite Mammon’s blabbering.

You snickered a bit at the thought of Mammon being yelled at by Satan while Beel ate in the background, and Belphegor-

Oh. Belphegor would be napping, like always. You were jealous of that, as scared you were of him. You wanted the ability to sleep at any time you wanted to, despite the setting or time. It would be really convenient for right about now.

You could feel yourself getting sadder by the moment, but you didn’t know how to deal with it. You were lonely and scared, but you didn’t know where to turn to.

A ping from your DDD shook you from your thoughts.

Solomon- Hello, MC, do you have a minute?

MC- Uh, yeah. Why?

Solomon- You left something behind at school and I forgot about it until now. I have your notebook with me, you forgot it at history.

MC - OH, shoot. Should I wait for you tomorrow or come now? It’s only 6 pm.

Solomon - The Devildom can be quite deceiving when it comes to the seasons, but it’s winter right now, and it’s dark. Don’t worry, I’ll be at the house of Lamentation soon. I wouldn’t want you to have your soul eaten.

You felt your cheeks turn red, he didn’t want you to get hurt.

MC - Thank you, Solomon, I’ll be waiting. Text me first, don’t ring the doorbell.

Solomon - Got it.

You shut off your phone and stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds, wondering about Solomon. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy after all, not that you thought he was. After all, he cared for you enough to not risk you getting hurt. How sweet of him.

You messed around on your phone for a bit while waiting for Solomon. You hanged around in your room idly, doing nothing in particular. You then got a notification from your phone. As it turned out, that new feature where you can look at other group chats that you’re not in got activated again.

In the group chat, there was a picture of Mammon on the front page news of Majolish, a fashion magazine. He was modelling again.

Asmo rambled on about him, surprised that his ‘scummy’ older brother got into the first page of Majolish. Honestly, snooping on them was kind of fun. You’ve probably got more than dozens of blackmail from this feature.

Solomon- MC, I’m here.

MC - I’ll be out soon.

You wrapped yourself in a jacket, still in your uniform. You would have to wash that soon, you probably sweat a lot in it.

You tried your best to avoid everyone, making yourself as quiet as a mouse, you hoped. The floors creaked slightly, but they were all probably too preoccupied to notice.

You got to the front door and silently opened it, seeing Solomon outside. He was wearing his casual clothes, but still had that same look on his face. Handsome, too.

”Hello, MC.” He took your notebook out of his pocket and held it in front of you, with his arm stretched. You reached out to grab it, but he snatched it away and looked at you smugly.

”Let’s have a little chat, first. You owe me, don’t you?”

You dumbly stood there, gaping at him. Of course- this was Solomon we were falling about. He’s as sketchy as it could get.

”Oh- fine!” You said, trying your best not to sound pissed.

You put on your school shoes and walked out the door, making sure to close it quietly. Solomon walked with you, not saying a word but you could guess your notebook was still in his pocket.

You sighed, “Look, Solomon, if you’re not going to give it back to me, then can I just go back home? I’m tired.”

He looked at you with a side glance. “I could tell. You’re still in your uniform.” Pausing for a second, he continued. “Why were you acting weird today? I wouldn’t have expected our dear MC to run off like that. So I assumed that something must be up.”

You looked at the ground, clenching your hands in your pockets and keeping your eyes off him. “What’s it to you?”

He stopped walking, and so did you. He chucked, “As a fellow human exchange student, I only want the best for you.” He took your notebook out of his pocket, placing it in your hands. “If you ever find yourself in need, I will be there, no matter the scenario.”

He pat your head, then walked off, calling behind him. “Good evening, MC.”

You stared at his back, confused. He has never been this close to you, why now? You glanced down at your notebook, where he seemed to have placed a little ripped note on it.

Tear-rible mistake on your behalf, leaving your notes behind.

-Solomon :)

It was a horrible pun, really, but that didn’t stop you from laughing out loud in the middle of the street, facepalming yourself. You turned and walked back to the House of Lamentation, trying to contain yourself.

Seeing the house in your view calmed you down a little, and you knew you had to be quiet to avoid Lucifer’s wrath. He could have probably heard you laughing from miles away if he tried hard enough.

You walked up the door and slowly opened it, wincing a little when your shoes scraped the carpet, leaving a little scuff mark. But he was an extreme perfectionist. He would notice that right away.

Panicking, you half ran to your room and locked it, sliding down the door in disbelief and relief. You really needed to find a better way to sneak out.

Your phone buzzed at the same time you thought it, almost as if in agreement.

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sombreboy · 4 years

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First love | yandere!virgin!jjk

▎ 18+ ▎ xtremity; 2 ▎ pairing: sub!jjk x femdom!y/n ▎ genre:smut ▎ word count: 3.2k ▎ warnings: sexual tension/pining, cursing, oral(f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

Request by anon: Could I request yandere virgin jungkook smut where hes in love with the reader who's a tattoo artist and one day they hook up?

He's been hopelessly in love with you for what feels like an eternity at this point, but in reality it has only been for approximately a year.

But it did feel like an eternity, so it might as well have been.

Jungkook first met you when he was looking to get his first tattoo, and ended up contacting your business to personally ask you about your work, and you had gladly tended to his needs and made him feel incredibly comfortable within the first few seconds. He knew, even when he'd simply only heard your voice, that he felt something.

And eventually he had gotten his first tattoo from you, and his second, and third...

As of now he had several tattoos covering his arms and hands, all from the one and only person he ever wants to mark his body with art.

He cherished every little piece you've created on his skin with every fibre of his being, feeling nothing but joy everytime he looks himself in the mirror.

Ever since you met Jungkook one year ago, he's grown into a handsome, confident man that you've grown fairly close to, probably because you've spent more time with him than any other client in your studio. Conversations were awkward at first, and he was very nervous, but quickly you made him feel at ease with your skills with the needles.

And with time, spending time together with this beautiful man, came the flirtation. He'd grown more bold lately, he's been working out a whole lot more. If his growth in frame was anything to go by.

Tonight you were about to definitely see this upclose.

Jungkook called you in the middle of the day, seemingly not as busy as you.

Before you could answer with your automatic work-response, he beats you to it,

''Y/N, I want to get another tattoo.''

You scoff, ''Another? You literally got one last week.''

You weren't wrong, he mused. But he was addicted to you. The pain from the needle, the touch of your hands. He craved it more than any drug.

''I keep your business running.'' He laughed, and you mirrored it. He always found ways to tease and make you laugh in one go.

''Well, what do you have in mind?''

''Surprise me.''

''Okay.. We can figure it out. Any idea where you'd want it?''

Jungkook ponders for a moment before whispering, ''Chest, maybe...?''

You inhale deeply from your nose at the thought, ''Chest... That one hurts a lot, kook. Are you sure?''

He groans internally at the thought, he really hoped it would hurt,

''I trust you. Are you free today? I can come by right now.''

You check your empty schedule, remaining silent for a second to make it seem like you were actually checking for an empty slot,

''Yeah, I'm free.''

Jungkook's lips curl up in a wide, teethy grin, ''See you soon, then.''

He hangs up, unable to wipe the stupid smile off of his face as he bounces with joy on his couch.

Loving you was the best thing in the world.

The bell chimed when Jungkook entered your studio, he scanned the surroundings, noticing that there was nobody else here but you.

He saw you sitting by your desk, working on a tattoo sketch with the utmost focus. He could tell by the way your tongue poked out to wet your lips, eyes fixed on the perfect lines you created on the paper, you didn't even notice when he came in.

Jungkook doesn't say anything, simply admires your beauty and professionalism. He felt so lucky to be in love with you, you were just perfect. Gorgeous. Smart. Everything he wants. Slowly, he sneaked closer to get a little peek on what you're working on, standing just close enough to lean over behind you to observe.

He inhales quietly, the smell of your clothes was his absolute favorite, the mild scent of laundry detergent. You rarely used perfumes, and for that his sensitive nose was thankful, and fell even deeper in love with you. Sometimes he'd even buy the same detergent to make sure his clothes smelled the same.

It isn't until Jungkook inhales in a little too hard through his nose due to an itch that you hear him, jumping in your seat with a yelp as you turn around to give Jungkook a fist to the cheek. whack!

''Fucking hell Jungkook, you scared the living shit out of me!''

You held your hand to your chest with widened eyes, looking at Jungkook whom was just as shocked as you by your reaction.

''Ouch, you're stronger than you look.'' Is all he said as he rubbed his reddened cheek, but smiled nonetheless. You punched him, but he wasn't even mad about it. He oddly... enjoyed it, another mark on his body because of you, reminding him that he's alive. That's really as deep as his love goes for you. The only thing making him feel truly alive.

''And you're a lot lighter in your steps than you look, fuck, are you okay?'' You stand up to remove his hand from his cheek to take a closer look at his cheek that now had a small cut from your ring-clad fingers.

He breathed out a chuckle, but inhaled just as quickly when you grazed his cheek with your fingertips. Your touch heated his body up with several degrees at an instant.

You noticed his subtle reaction, you always did, you were incredibly observant when it came to people. You weren't quite sure if it was because of the pain, or because of you, but a part of you kind of hoped it was the latter.

Growing bolder yourself, the pads of your fingers travelled down to his jawline, eyes fixed on the way the muscles danced underneath his skin when he clenched it.

He's definitely affected by you.

''Would you like to take a look?''

Jungkook swallowed, ''W-what?''

You withdrew your hand, and to that Jungkook had an internal protest at the loss of your touch.

''I finished the sketch for your tattoo.''

Jungkook relaxes slightly, a part of him disappointed. He thought you meant something else,

''Ah, yes. Let's check it out!''

You sat back down in your chair and Jungkook sat down in the seat for clients, expectantly waiting for you to roll over and show him. He grabs the piece of paper and inspects it, a smile growing on his lips.

''What do you think?''

He looks at you, teeth on full display in his sweetest bunny-like smile that creates small wrinkles in the corners of his eyes,

''I love it. Let's go!''

The buzzing sound of the needles digging into his skin was the only noise filling the room for a hot minute, but with time Jungkook's small grunts in pain joined in.

It was definitely a lot more painful than he expected it to be. However, being the glutton for pain that he is, he loved it. Especially since it was coming from your hands.

The buzzing stops and you look at him with furrowed brows, slightly rubbing your thighs together. His noises were getting a tad bit too erotic for your ears.

''Are you holding up okay, kookie? Need a break?''

He exhales deeply when you stop, a small layer of sweat had built up on his forehead and neck, making his skin glisten in the most delicious way as he looks up at you with half lidded eyes,

''I'm okay... I-is there a lot left?''

You shake your head, ''Almost finished, you've been doing so well.''

He shines at your praise, a light breathy chuckle rolling off of his lips. He might as well have had you between his legs at this point considering the state he's in. He had put his t-shirt over his crotch to hide his half hard cock, slightly embarrassed by how insanely affected he is by this.

''Okay, okay... Finish it please.''

You bite your lip, wondering if he really thought you were oblivious to his current state.

You weren't. But you said nothing, because you enjoyed the almost fucked out look on his face.

The buzzing continued, finishing off the piece as you listened to the weak, choked out whimpers he's trying so desperately to hold back.

''Voila! A masterpiece has been created.'' You practically beam out with pride as you put the needle down with one hand and wiping his skin with the other before inspecting it properly. His chest heaved up and down with shallow, ragged breaths as he looked down as well, a small smile on his lips when you await his reaction,

''I l-love it so much, wow!''

You nod, a wide smile once more on your lips as you cover his tattoo with the plastic to protect his skin.

''Now, you already know the routines of this, so I'm assuming I don't gotta do a reminder.''

He shrugs, ''I know how to take care of my tattoos, don't worry.'' Looking up at you, he winks, making you scrunch your nose a little before rolling closer to him on your chair. His smile drops when you lean closer to his ear to whisper,

''Are you just never gonna tell me how badly you want me?''

Jungkook coughs, choking on his own air,

''W-w-what?!''

You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest,

''You really think I'm that dumb? It's so obvious that you're a glutton for my needles, you're a complete mess every single time. And you keep coming back. Do you want me?''

His eyes widen, the cocky attitude he usually rocks completely washed off of him when your bluntness hits him like a truck, now blushing as he looks down in his lap, running his fingers through his hair several times as a common ritual of his during nervosity.

You tsk your tongue when he doesn't respond right away, making him raise his eyebrows in slight annoyance.

''I guess you don't... Well–'' You stand up and walk towards the entrance to have him leave, but before you're able to, his large hand grabs onto your wrist to yank your body against his, clashing your face into his chest with a thump.

''Fuck! What?'' You take a step back while looking up at him, his expression more stern this time, clearly annoyed but also slightly nervous. His tongue rolled on the inside of his cheek as if he's in thought while staring at your expression.

''Y/N, you're making such rash assumptions before you even let me answer... How rude.''

He cocks an eyebrow as a tease, taking one step closer to close the distance once more, feeling the heat radiate off of his bare torso. You feel your mouth salivate already.

''Rude, hm? Then answer me quicker.''

Jungkook pouts, blowing raspberries at you before leaning down slightly to stare directly into your eyes.

''Yes.''

''Yes?''

Jungkook licks his teeth, one hand carefully moving to smooth the pad of his fingers over your jaw down to your throat,

''I want you.''

His face falls as soon as he says so, softer and more genuine,

''But I have to tell you something then...''

You cup his face with your much smaller hands, lips barely grazing as you speak,

''You can tell me anything, kookie.''

His breath coats your lips when he exhales the words out quietly,

''I've never done this before.. I-I mean... y-yeah..''

You tilt your head, ''No way, you're not a Virgin.''

Jungkook chuckles, ''I'm serious.''

You gesture with a hand running down the skin of his torso down to the hem of his pants, ''Looking like this, you've never had anybody? It's quite unbelieveable Jeon Jungkook.''

He exhales a shaky breath at the way you used his full name, shuddering under your touch, ''I'd never lie to you, I mean it.. So, please..''

You quickly swap the 'OPEN' sign by the door to 'CLOSED' before pulling at the hem of his pants, leading him to the back of the studio. He gladly followed, loving your clear enjoyment of dominance over him.

Jungkook gasps when you suddenly turn around to press his back against the wall, looking up at him with a tiny smirk before crashing your lips against his. He seemed to be surprised, but with the way his hands quickly came to grab onto your waist to pull your body closer to his own, you could tell he was extremely into this.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavier against your lips as he speaks,

''Y/N, I want you.''

You nod, your fingers already playing with the button of his pants as you stare at his newly tattooed chest for a second before smirking back up at him, ''I want you too. What else do you think we're doing right now?''

He smiles, kissing you once more before removing his pants with you, an already rock hard erection for you as he Breathes out a nervous 'hah',

''I really want you... But...I'm a little nervous.''

''Yeah? Why is that, kookie?''

He bites his lower lip, groaning quietly when your hands roam down his exposed abs to his pelvis,

''I-I really like you, and...''

You nod, ''I really like you too.''

He shakes his head, a shameless moan rolling off his lips as you pull down his boxers to stroke his length,

''Ah fuck–.. No, I mean... It's my first... My first time.''

You nod, stroking him gently, ''Your first time. I still can't believe you.

He nods, biting his lip as he watches your hand wrapped around his length with awe. You don't let go, slowly still pleasing him but your face was displaying disbelief,

''No way... I mean, look at you...''

He leans harder against the wall as he's slowyl losing his focus, shaking his head,

''I promise. I'd never- s-shit.. I'd never lie to you, Y/N..''

You smile a little at his state, stroking him a little faster, ''Yeah? You'd always tell me the truth?''

He nods, knees going weaker.

''Good to know.'' You ended the conversation there, withdrawing your hands to strip yourself off of all clothes. He stares at you with awe as if he's never seen a naked woman before... Of course he had, many times. But they weren't you.

As if he was possessed by new courage, he grabbed you to switch positions, now pushing you against the wall instead, pressing his hot body against yours as he starts kissing your neck, down to your breasts. You moan out for him, hands tangling into his dark locks as his kisses move down lower and lower until he drops to his knees in front of you. His doe eyes stare up at you, the way he smiles up at you with squinted eyes before closing the distance between his tongue and your cunt makes your entire body shake with excitement.

''Ah, Y/N... You're already wet.'' He whispers, a tone of both arousal and surprise. His tongue gets braver, more experimental as he slips it between your folds with greed. He was always greedy, and tried so hard at everything he did. This was no exception, ''You taste to good, shit...''

''Keep doing that, Jungkook, please... use your fingers.'' You command with a breathy voice. He loved when you used his real name, cock twitching from the way you told him what to do, and he gladly obeyed.

As you wished, he spread your legs further apart, never once letting his tongue leave your cunt as he pushes a finger inside of you. You hold onto his hair and lean back against the wall as leverage, grinding your hips against his mouth already. He adds Another finger, pumping them slowly in and out of you in a 'come hither' motion to hit that spot inside of you as he alternates between sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit.

''I-I'm gonna cum, keep doing that, oh god, fuck!''

He speeds up his tongue, but keeps his fingers rhythmic and deep as he works you over the edge, the orgasm hitting you like a wave as you moan out in pleasure, digging your fingers into his hair, making him moan out with you in both pain and pleasure.

Legs shaking, he holds your hips as he stands up to Place kisses on your lips.

''Did I do well?''

You nod with a scoff, ''Yeah, yeah you did well.. If you couldn't tell.''

He gave you a shit-eating grin, ''I just wanted you to say it... Now, I still...want more.''

You feel his aching, rock solid erection pressing against your stomach as he Breathes warmly against your lips.

''Are you sure you want this? I mean, with me?''

Jungkook frowns, pulling you into a hug where he kisses your cheek before whispering into your ear, ''I've never been so sure in my entire fucking Life.''

That being enough, Jungkook finally puts use to his strength to press you up against the wall, one of your legs pulled up by the back of your knee as he lines himself up with your sopping entrance, ''I've wanted this for so long.''

You figured he meant having sex in general, but he truly meant to finally have you. Claim you as his with his own body. Give you himself.

''Let me know if you like it differently...'' He says quietly, waiting for your nod as he resumes to simply do what he wants to, which is to waste no more time. He pushes his cock inside of you, drawing gasps and small moans from your and his own lips. He stops when he's filled you up completely, breathing out in bliss as he feels your warmth embrace his length,

''You feel so...s-shit...so tight..''

You smile, and he leans in to kiss you, sucking on your lower lip as he begins to thrust his hips against yours in a feverish greed. Your body feels so good, your cunt squeezing him, no fucking feeling could ever beat this one.

Well, for the next few minutes.

''You're so big, Kookie..'' You whimper, and his cock grew ever harder inside of you, hands holding onto you roughly as he fucks into you with all the power and energy as he's got, sweat building on his brow and shallow, heavy breaths mixing with his groans in pleasure.

''I'm gonna cum soon, Y/N, I'm s-sorry...''

You encourage him, squeezing your cunt around his cock as you feel his thrusts begin to lose their rhythm into a sloppy, hungry movement to chase his orgasm.

''Oh my god, I'm ... I'm cumming..'' He whines, giving a couple more hard thrusts before stilling inside of you, a guttural groan erupting from his chest as he fills you up with his cum.

You have your arms wrapped around his neck, sliding down the wall as he drops to his knees with you in his arms. You hug eachother, leaning against the wall with Heavy breaths and sticky bodies.

You withdraw to look at his fucked out expression, and he puts his forehead on yours.

''Y/N.''

''Hm?''

''I want you.''

''You just had me.''

No, not like that, he thought. He loves you. He needs you.

Jungkook chuckles, running his fingers through your hair as he sighs,

''And it was Amazing. Did I live up to your expectations?''

You squeeze his cheek between your thumb and index finger,

''Of course, you're gonna have to do it again though to make sure.''

He bites his lip, leaning in to kiss you once more. He was so addicted to you, he didn't even want to let you go right now, or ever,

''Round two? I swear you'll fall in love with me if you give me one more chance.''

''Round two it is.''

#yandere bts #yandere jungkook #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #sub jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn

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vilevampire · 3 years

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"Not Real" (One Shot)

Half of this fic is dedicated to @ninja-go-to-therapy. The other half is dedicated to me <3 Rating: Mature Trigger Warnings: Blood, gore, abandonment, major character death, child death Relationships: N/A Summary: Every day, Boyd went through the same thought process.

‘I’m a definitely real boy.’

He repeated those words in his mind over and over again.

‘I’m a definitely real boy, just like my friends, family and everybody else.’

He introduced himself to strangers this same way.

‘I’m real…’

But despite his best efforts, he was still plagued by nightmares telling him otherwise.

Right now, he was stuck in another one of them. 2.243 words Ao3 Link

Every day, Boyd went through the same thought process.

‘I’m a definitely real boy.’

He repeated those words in his mind over and over again.

‘I’m a definitely real boy, just like my friends, family and everybody else.’

He introduced himself to strangers this same way.

‘I’m real…’

But despite his best efforts, he was still plagued by nightmares telling him otherwise.

Right now, he was stuck in another one of them.

—————

“Boyd, you’re not a killer robot. You’re just a kid.” Huey smiled gently at him, and Boyd suddenly felt every knot in his stomach disappear. Huey’s warm, sympathetic gaze made him feel seen and cared for in a way he hadn’t felt like since 20 years ago.

“That’s… the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” This wasn’t a lie or an exaggeration. Even his own father telling him that he was definitely a real boy hadn’t shaken him up this much.

Truthfully, his other parents, the Drakes, also aimed many words of affection towards him, but…

He knew that most of their feelings of gratitude stemmed from what he had done to Doofus Drake.

His parents usually did a great job raising him, really, but sometimes… they would let something slip.

‘They don’t really see me as a real boy.’

Huey’s kind words meant the entire world to him. This had been the first time in his life that he had been able to connect with somebody else similar to him.

He looked up at his newest friend, feelings of happiness bubbling up inside his chest, when his heart almost stopped.

Huey was about to fall off the edge.

“Huey!” He shouted desperately, extending his hand.

His grasp missed Huey’s figure entirely.

Boyd panicked as his friend’s desperate screams filled the air. With each passing moment, he became closer and closer to hitting the ground.

Huey was going to die.

‘This can’t be happening, this— this isn’t real, it’s—’

‘—Wait a moment, that’s right! I can fly!’

In a jolt, Boyd jumped off the ledge.

His feet turning into rockets, he flew downwards at his maximum capacity, the smoke and flames roaring behind him as he passed by.

He got closer to Huey and stretched out his hand. Huey reached for him, their fingers barely touching.

But it was already too late.

Had he jumped down one second sooner, maybe he could have made it.

He could have saved Huey.

But he didn’t.

In one moment, they were in free fall, Huey’s terrified eyes staring right at him, begging for salvation.

And in the next moment, Huey was already on the floor, his neck bent in an unnatural position, his head burst open and spilling out all of its’ contents.

His mortified expression was eternalized on his face.

Boyd suddenly felt like he forgot how to breathe, for every rush of air that he took only drowned him in another wave of pain. His whole body shook in terror and disbelief as he covered his beak.

“Huey…?” He called out meekly, watching the blood and guts pooling under his friend’s head.

He was dead.

‘This can’t be happening.’

‘This isn’t real, please—’

‘Things didn’t actually go this way!’

“Ugh!” The burning pain that he felt throughout every inch of his skin was enough to bring him to his knees.

He tried to sob, but robots couldn’t cry.

He tried to call for help, but no one was around to hear him.

He tried to beg the universe to bring his friend back, even if it meant killing Boyd in his place.

But of course, there was no reply.

His vision became blurry, and image after image of Huey’s smiling face flashed by in his head.

They took pictures together.

They had lunch together.

They had shared jokes, smiles, and fun facts. They experienced the world both in their own unique ways, both of them were used to never being fully understood or appreciated.

For the first time in his entire life, Boyd felt like he built a real connection. Not one that was forced upon him, but one that he chose, one that he was able to form by himself.

He felt so happy…

…

Too happy…

…

So of course, it had to be too good to be true.

...

Huey was gone.

And he wasn’t coming back.

The world around him spun violently enough to make him nauseous.

He closed his eyes forcefully, wishing only to wake up from this nightmare.

When he eventually opened them again, he found himself somewhere else.

All around him stood many different figures clad in formal attire.

Boyd looked up to see an adult gray parrot with his hand on his shoulder.

He was at Doofus Drake’s birthday party.

‘Oh no… oh no, no no no no no no—’

Boyd tried to yell and run away, but his body wasn’t following his commands.

Instead, he could only pitifully watch as he redid all the same steps.

Standing by Mark Beaks’ side as he introduced himself to Louie, taking photos, playing in the pool, spending time with Doofus...

He had this exact same nightmare thousands of times before.

He already knew what was coming.

He knew, but that still didn’t make it any less terrifying.

He dreaded as he was forced to relive every moment from that day. His body looked up at Mark Beaks and smiled.

If he could have cried at that moment, he would have.

Mark had been the one to pick him up from the junkyard. Many people had come to the junkyard before him, but they had never paid Boyd any attention.

Mark was different.

He chose him.

He fixed him, gave him a warm home, and took him to so many different places.

They had so much fun together.

He treated Boyd like his son.

‘But that was all a lie, too.’

‘I was only a tool to him.’

‘He didn’t see me as a real boy.’

‘…’

“...What did you do two days ago?”

The question caught his past self off guard. He laughed anxiously, unsure of how to respond.

This had been the moment everything started to break apart.

“I—I can’t seem to remember…”

A painful shock ran over his body, making his vision hazy.

Still, his programming, Mark’s programming, ordered him to push through it, to ignore the pain, to keep acting like a real boy.

“Why can’t I remember?!” Boyd suddenly felt unsure of who he was or how he got there. He turned to Mark, who he had been led to believe to be his father. He pleaded for an explanation, desperation starting to consume him...

“I don’t know sport, maybe it was all that ice cream, huh?”

...Instead, he got lied to.

‘He knew what the truth was… and he refused to tell me.’

To Boyd’s dismay, his nightmare didn’t stop there.

“Hey, when were you born again?”

“Yesterday!“ He felt his heart drop to his stomach. “Wait…”

An image of a familiar inu dog flashed right before his eyes.

A forgotten memory of his past life.

“That’s not right...”

He blinked, and his entire vision became red. Soon, the words “FLY SWATTER MODE + ACTIVATE” were the only thing he could see.

What was initially supposed to function as a harmless bug zapper, had been reprogrammed into a weapon that could disintegrate a person into nothingness in mere seconds.

He was forced to watch as his lasers bruised over the guests’ bodies, piercing them all one by one, his heart wrenching as they all ran away from him.

‘This is wrong… please... nobody actually got hurt… please…’

“I am definitely a real boy!—” Boyd could feel his eyes slowly dripping out of his cavity as his consciousness faded away.

—————

When he became aware of his surroundings again, he was staring at a young duck tied up in the air.

‘Louie...’

He desperately tried to close his eyes shut. He knew exactly which scene would be next, and he didn’t want to see it.

Unfortunately for him, his body wasn’t under his control.

The real people around him were the ones controlling him like a puppet.

And there was nothing he could do to fight back.

Boyd could only watch as he was forced to grab a baseball bat and spin it fast enough to make any real person dizzy.

Louie tried to distract him by asking about his hobbies.

Instead of answering, Boyd simply inched closer to him.

Louie urged him to step back, sweat droplets visibly forming on his forehead.

He walked a few more steps, his bat swinging dangerously close to Louie’s face now.

Louie begged him to stop, to rethink his decisions, to let him live.

He spent all of his last efforts trying to persuade him.

When Boyd’s bat finally hit its target, however, Louie couldn’t try to persuade anyone anymore.

With a loud popping noise, Doofus’ playground was painted red with the young duck’s blood.

At this moment, Boyd finally regained control over his own body.

He dropped his bat and looked around him, but there wasn’t anybody there but him.

Nobody to put the blame on but him.

Finally, he let out one loud sob after another, but no tears ever came out.

He closed his eyes shut, wishing that when he opened them, he’d wake up safely at his home, back with Dr. Gearloose and all of his friends.

Instead, he opened his eyes to see a familiar junkyard… and a familiar face.

Dr. Akita looked down at him with a scornful expression.

“Another disappointment…” he spat on his face. Boyd tried to move away, but found that he couldn’t. Once again, none of his limbs or joints were under his control. “I should have expected as much from my intern… I put too many high hopes on you.”

Akita moved closer to him, and Boyd wished he could scream. He wanted to cry out for his father’s help, but he couldn’t.

All he could do was sit by and watch.

Akita grabbed one of his legs and yanked it out of place, and an unbearable burning sensation engulfed him.

“Useless piece of junk…” He murmured under his breath after taking a good look at it, tossing the leg piece away afterwards.

He approached Boyd again, opening up his chest and pulling mechanisms and cables out of place.

The pain Boyd felt was as if he was being consumed by acid from the inside out.

More than anything in the world, he just wanted to be able to cry. Maybe then he’d be able to relieve some of this pain.

But of course, his wish would not be granted.

Akita took out many of his metal pieces, tossing a few inside a nearby plastic bag.

“I guess this is all you had for me.” Even as the dog stole many of his vital components, his voice still dripped with venom at every word. This time, he chuckled as he spoke: “Bye—bye 2-BO, until we meet again.”

With the bag in his hands, a hovering metal plate swooped him from under his feet. Right before he left, he pulled a device out of his pockets and tapped it.

“Gasp!” Boyd could finally move again.

His ‘wounds’ hurt even more now. With every breath that he took, his chest cavity ached painfully. All of his joints made a rusty sound when moved and his remaining leg wasn’t responding at all.

Everything in his system told him that he would die soon if he didn’t manage to do something.

“Ah…” Despite currently missing many of his vital components, his voice still sounded like that of a real boy’s.

That fact alone was the only thing comforting him at this point.

A gruff came out of his mouth... and then another one, quietly at first, until it became louder and louder. Eventually, he was screaming at the top of his lungs, trying to alleviate some of his pain.

Instead, this only made his throat sore.

He took quick and shallow breaths, desperately trying to calm himself down.

“...”

“It’s okay. Dr. Gearloose will come for me.”

“He would never leave me behind.”

“He said that I was definitely a real boy.”

“That’s right, he will come to pick me up soon…”

He looked down on himself.

“I should fix myself up… so that I’ll be able to hug him when we reunite!”

Although it pained him tremendously to do so, he started crawling around the junkyard, looking for any spare parts he could use.

In the end, he was able to fix himself enough to delay his impending doom for at least a couple of days.

But that was more than enough time.

He was confident that Dr. Gearloose would come for him as soon as possible.

After all, he loved him.

Just thinking about his father put a smile on his face.

He thought he would be able to leave the junkyard within a week.

He never would have thought that it would take 20 years instead.

—————

With a shock, Boyd suddenly woke up, his heart beating violently in his chest.

He sat up and looked around him.

It was his room.

His dark, gloomy, empty room.

He sat up, burying his head into his knees.

He tried to cry but, of course, he still couldn't do it. Instead, he only mimicked the sobbing noises with his mouth.

Unfortunately, his cries for help would continue to go by unheard.

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shadowturtlesstuff · 3 years

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“The price of love doesn’t come cheaply, but the cost is worth it.”

i’m so sorry in advance...........

Slowly, I descend, moving towards where my husband lies. The graveyard is ominous and eerie, the only sound is my cane smacking against the stone steps. I hold my head high, determined to keep myself together. It is like I am one of the bodies I've spent my life cutting open. I am cold, broken and alone. I am held together by stitches and wounds and one loose thread would unravel me. I feel as vast and empty as the stars Thomas once compared me too. It is as though a black hole is taking away my emotions, devoiding me of joy.

Finally I reach his grave and sink to my knees. I half expect the ground to grab me, or for Thomas to reach out. However, the scientist in me knows that cannot happen, despite my heart longing it too. Perhaps not my dead husband reaching out for me but the chance to just be with him. To see his smirk, hear his laugh and his witty remarks. To just feel his warm embrace as he grounds me back to reality. To tell me we will be okay. It has been far too long since I've been with him but it feels like only yesterday I lost him.

I rest my cane against his grave, another physical reminder of our history. The cane he made for me, the cane that meant so much more than just supporting my ability to walk. For a moment I sit in silence, a feeling that has become familiar to me yet incredibly rare. I read the grave, the words that I created and rest on my wrist.

~Thomas James Dorin Cel Rau Cresswell~

detective/son/husband/father

‘Beyond life,beyond death,my love for thee is eternal.’

They are the words he said to me at our official wedding. They had been said often, became our way of reminding each other. Not that we could ever forget. It was often he whispered it to me in the cover of darkness, in bed when he thought I was asleep. It felt like he had to say it to release the pressure his love for me held over him; as though saying it to himself made him comprehend his love and my own. Whenever I caught him saying it, I'd move my hands to rest on his chest. A year or so after we got married, he had his tattoo altered, so amongst the skulls and roses those words were added. I nearly cried when he showed me for the first time. He would always hold my hands and press it harder against him. No words were needed. Our love was beyond words.

He hasn't uttered those words to me in what feels like forever. Yet I can still hear his tired voice against my skin.

Our daughter would have loved to hear those words. My heart breaks at the thought, at the experience that was torn from us all because of his murder.

I have nightmares about is murder. They are always vivid, always haunting. I awake in cold sweats and tears and always reach out as though I can save Thomas, but I couldn’t save him. Not this time. We went on many adventures together, saving each other. The last adventure was my fault. I had distracted us with baby talk. I was two months pregnant, and insisted I was still well enough to be on the case. If id hadn’t been stubborn we could've stayed at home, let uncle find the murderer with the police. Now, because of me, my husband was dead.

“I’m so sorry Cresswell.” I whisper to no one. If he lived through his injuries he wouldn't accept the apology, just like I hadn't. He’d cup my face in his hands and smiled, telling me “I chose to save you. I'd choose to save you every time. We made a promise to protect each other and I had no intention to let him harm you. Please don't be sorry. my love.”

Then he'd kiss the top of my head and hold me till my tears stopped. I knew I would always blame myself. Just like Thomas always blamed himself because of the Etruria.

“Our daughter is three now, she's getting so big. She has your brown hair and eyes and she is already so smart. We lie together and I read her stories before bed. She sleeps with me sometimes and stops the nightmares. She- we talk about you. It hurts, but it feels better to talk about you. My aunt is telling me that it gets easier but it isn't. Every day being away from you is harder; it feels as though I lose a part of myself. I miss you so much. Uncle does too, he tells me it feels like he lost a son. My father doesn't show it as much but I can tell he misses you. We all do. It is so hard to carry on life without you.`` I confess. These are thoughts I can't let myself have often otherwise I would fall. I cannot fall. I need to be strong for our daughter. She doesn't yet understand the void in my heart, or the underlying tone of grief we all carry.

I bury my head in my hands, tears rolling freely. Wed faced death so ,any times, during so many cases. We'd saved each other countless times but it was too late. I'd failed him.

I remember when I awoke on the Etriria after our first major experience with death. The pain had been unbearable but as I looked at Thomas, his hair disorganised, eyes bloodshot and expression wild, I found I hadn't cared about the pain. He was safe. Alive.

“The price of love doesn't come cheaply, but the cost is worth it.” I said those exact words to him to help him battle his internal grief and pain. I say them now for my own monsters.

I swallow the lump in my throat. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to bring him back and the thought tore through me. I picked up my cane, my hand rubbing against the rosewood and my hands caressing the dragon. All of it was him; his heritage. He made it for me. And offering of sorts into his family. Throughout our time together he constantly made me items that were practical but full of meaning. I wish I had done the same. There are so many things I wish Thomas and I should have experienced; but I wish he could just hold our little girl at least once. He would’ve spoilt her, showered her in love. He would've been a better father than his own.

Slowly, I walk back up the stairs. My knees scream in pain but once again I do not care. My heart hurts so much more. Every part of me wants to remain at his grave, for it is the closest I can be to him. Yet I can't. I force myself to detach my emotions, to become a shell. If I didn’t the thread would unravel and there would be nothing left of me and my daughter, our precious baby, deserves so much more than that. Thomas and I lost our mothers early on so I was determined to be there for my own, no matter how much I longed to lay beside my beloved.

With one last glance at his grave I exit the cemetery. I know the next time I visit will be his birthday, which is soon. I come to his grave on the most important days of the year. Our birthdays, anniversaries. There are days when I seek comfort in being here. I believe it was my uncle who told me the dead speak to those who listen. If only that were true.

@fangirling-again @city-of-fae @goatahoan @yafa-towers @lovecakeandmore @tillyrubies10 @sjtrlover @loveyatopluto @goddess-of-writing @illrianwitchling13

#sjtr #hpd #efh #btdp #ctd #kerri maniscalco #stalking jack the ripper #hunting prince dracula #escaping from houdini #capturing the devil #thomas cresswell #cressworth #audrey rose wadsworth #im crying as well

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bonnyskies · 4 years

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fractured friendships & broken hearts ⇢ pjm

the worst pain in the world is watching the person that has held your heart for years, give theirs to someone else instead of you.

pairings — bestfriend!jimin x bestfriend!malereader, brief jimin x stylist!oc

genre — idol au, friends to lovers au

warnings — swearing, jimin’s kind of a dick, reader’s heart gets broken multiple times, bisexual!jimin

word count — 2.6k

author’s note — do you guys like the updated cover photos i’ve put on this and my previous works?

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Eight months, three weeks, and four days.

That’s how long you’ve waited for your friends to return from their international tour.

So you stood there, patiently, in front of the plane’s arrival gate with a wide smile on your lips. The eight months was excruciatingly long, and lonely, but your friends always made sure to call you, text you, and FaceTime you whenever they had the chance.

As people began to exit out of the plane’s gate, greeting family members and friends, you couldn’t help but start to feel your heart’s pace increase and palms beginning to sweat. You weren’t nervous to see your friends again, not when you missed them greatly. No, you were nervous to see him again.

You thought the distance away would make your harbored feelings for him disappear. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, your feelings for him only grew stronger.

Suddenly, you could feel your heartbeat quicken at the sight of your friends finally coming out of the plane’s arrival gate. “Today’s the day,” your roommate’s teasing tone echoed inside your mind, making you even more anxious than before.

“So, Jimin and the others are coming back tomorrow?”

Tearing your eyes away from the television, you turned to face your roommate who sat beside you on the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn resting on their lap.

“Yeah,” you nodded, leaning back against the couch’s cushion. “I’m going to meet them at the airport tomorrow morning. Do you wanna come?”

“I can’t,” your roommate shook their head, popping another popcorn into their mouth. “I’ve got an early shift tomorrow at the diner, and my boss would be pissed if I called off work again.”

You nodded, understanding.

“So,” your roommate then spoke up after some silence shared between the both of you. “Are you finally going to tell Jimin how you feel when you see him?”

You just stared at them, not saying anything. Your silence was the answer. “Come on, {Name}.” They groaned, placing the now nearly empty bowl of popcorn onto the table in front of you. “You’ve kept those feelings inside of you for three years. Aren’t you tired of hiding them?”

“Of course I am, Crystal.” You replied instantly, sighing. “But what if he doesn’t feel the same? It’ll change everything. It’s not worth jeopardizing years worth of friendship over.”

“Doesn’t feel the same?” Your roommate repeats, shaking their head with disbelief. “Jimin is crazy about you, {Name}. The things he’s done for you,” they paused. “People who are just friends don’t do those sort of things.”

“He has dropped friends for you, ended relationships.” They continued, shifting their body on the couch so that they were fully facing you. “He’d drop anyone for you.”

Those words made your heart clench, and you couldn’t decide whether that was a bad or good feeling. “You just need to try, {Name}.” Your roommate reached over and placed their hand onto your thigh, squeezing it comfortingly. “You’ve been suffering long enough because of your feelings for him.”

You stayed silent. “Okay...,” you finally caved. “Tomorrow, I’ll tell Jimin how I feel about him.”

“Great,” your roommate cheered happily, smiling victoriously. “And don’t worry, everything’ll be fine.”

When morning came, you could hear the faint sound of your roommate’s teasing voice shouting at you as you stepped out of the apartment. “Today’s the day!”

“{Name},” the mention of your name broke you out the recent memory, returning back to reality to see six of your friends standing in front of you with wide smiles on each other their faces. Where’s Jimin? He wasn’t here with the others.

“Hey, you guys!” You greeted cheerfully, opening your arms and attempting to hug them all at once, failing, but still smiling at the feeling of their presence. “I’m happy you’re back.”

“We are too,” Namjoon grins, being the first one to speak out of the six.

“How have you been lately?” Hoseok then asks, his arms casually wrapped around Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s shoulders.

His question made you laugh. “You’re acting like we haven’t been talking to each other everyday for the past eight months.”

“Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Where’s Jimin?” The question came out of your mouth suddenly, surprising your friends. You stared at them, frowning at what seemed to be hesitate expressions on their faces. “What is it, you guys? Is there something wrong with him-,”

“{Name}?” You froze, your heart stopping for a brief moment before increasing greatly at the sound of the familiar voice.

“Jimin-,” you felt yourself smile, gently pushing your friends aside. But that smile instantly dropped when your eyes landed on him—or should you say, them.

Standing very closely beside him was a woman. And their hands, were laced together.

“It’s so great to see you again,” he smiled brightly, showing off his perfect, white teeth. Glancing at the woman standing next to him, his smile only glowed brighter.

“I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Chun-hwa.”

Your mind couldn’t stop showing you the images of Jimin and his...girlfriend, them kissing, laughing. They were tearing you apart without even knowing.

The sight of them made it unbearable for you to be around them, or the others. You couldn’t even stay for the ‘welcome back’ dinner you planned for them. The fear that if you stayed any longer, you’d break down.

So now, after making an excuse that you weren’t feeling well, you found yourself sitting on your living room’s couch in silence. No television, no music, nothing. The only sound you could hear was the never-ending sound of your phone ringing or vibrating. You’ve been receiving messages from the others, mostly Jimin, asking if you were okay but you couldn’t reply. You couldn’t even glance your phone’s screen without feeling more tears build up in your already swollen eyes.

Dressed in your pajamas, you stared at your reflection coming from the television set, wincing at the mess in front of you. Your hair was messy, face was flushed, stained with tears, and used tissues scattered around you.

“Hey,” you jumped in your seat, turning around and seeing Taehyung suddenly standing behind you with a family-size bag of your favorite chips in his hands.

“How the hell did you get in here?” You asked, turning your attention back to blank television in front you.

“I’ve got a spare key, remember?” He mentions, flashing you the silver key before walking over and sitting down beside you, handing you the large bag of chips.

“How long?” The question came out of your mouth faster than your mind could comprehend it. “H-How long have they been...dating?”

Taehyung sighed, reaching over and taking your hands comfortingly into his. “They’ve been talking for almost a year, ever since BigHit hired her to be our stylist. They started dating though, after the first month of tour.”

You winced, feeling tears begin flood your swollen eyes again. They’ve been dating for more than half a year, and you didn’t know anything about it. “Why didn’t any of you tell me? Why didn’t he tell me?”

“We thought he should’ve told you,” Taehyung answered. “But the reason for him not telling you, I’m not sure.”

You didn’t know you were crying until you felt Taehyung’s arm wrap around you, a loud sob escaping your lips. “I was going to tell him today.”

Taehyung sighed, closing his eyes. He knew exactly what you meant. Taehyung was the first, along with your roommate to know about your crush on Jimin. Next it was Jungkook and Jin, then later Namjoon, then Hoseok, and lastly Yoongi. “I’m sorry, {Name}.”

“Does he love her?” You found yourself asking. Even though deep down, your heart was screaming at you, shouting that you didn’t need or want to know, but your mind was telling you the complete opposite.

Taehyung stares you, sympathy in his eyes. “Yes...”

You haven’t spoken to Jimin since that day you picked him and others up from the airport. That was three months ago.

You ignored the calls and messages he’d send, even go as far as pretending you weren’t home whenever he came to visit. You knew treating him like this wasn’t fair since he doesn’t even know the reason behind you avoiding him, but you couldn’t face him. You couldn’t confront him because her. They are still together, ten months strong.

Their pictures were everywhere on social media. It was impossible to escape them.

The sound of someone suddenly knocking broke you out your thoughts, causing you to walk over to your apartment’s door and look to see who it was. And immediately, you froze. Through the peephole, on the other side of the door stood him. Jimin.

You stared at the door’s lock, seeing that it was already latched. You were tempted to walk away and hope that he’d just leave. But he didn’t. Instead, he started knocking louder, the booming sound of his fist banging on your door echoing throughout your apartment. “Open the door, {Name}! I know you’re in there so don’t even try to hide.”

You winced at his tone. He was angry, furious even. After staring at the door’s handle for what felt like an eternity, you finally unlatched the lock and pulled it open.

“We need to talk,” was the only thing he said before entering your apartment, closing the door behind him.

You followed him back to your living room, expecting him to sit down on the same couch the both you spent hundreds of movie nights on, alone. But instead, he just paced around the piece of furniture, running his hands frustratingly through his hair, gripping the brown locks.

“When were you going to tell me?” You just stared at him, never seeing him this angry before. “When were you going to tell me about your feelings towards me?” His question made your heart stop instantly and eyes widen.

“H-How did you-”

You didn’t even have the chance to finish your question before Jimin interrupted you. “I had to practically force Tae to tell me what’s been going on about you,” he snaps, stopping his pace around your couch and turned towards you. “These past three months without you has been agonizing. It was torture not knowing why you were avoiding me,” his pained expression dropping into a glare. “That was until I found out why.”

Finally, he sunk down onto the couch, resting his arms on his legs with his body hunched slightly forward. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” His voice was low.

“Sooner?” You stared at him confusingly, feeling your heart’s beat echoing in your ears.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, {Name}!” Jimin shot up from the couch, voice raising. “But you never showed any signs or interest, so I...,” he paused, eyes closing from frustration. “I moved on...”

You swore you felt your heart break, shattering into millions of pieces, and the broken shards falling into your stomach.

“I’m with Chun-hwa now,” he continued, his voice lowering, staring down at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze. “I’m...happy.”

Your eyes were glistening with tears and sobs were building up in your throat. “W-Why didn’t you say anything?” You managed to stutter out, some of the tears escaping and sliding down your cheeks.

“I’ve tried, {Name}!” Jimin shouted, making you flinch. “Many times. Those late nights we spent watching movies, alone, just the two of us. Those sleepless nights I’ve spent comforting you after every heartbreak. Even during those silly cooking sessions we’d have,” Jimin laughed hysterically, shaking his head. “I tried, but you never noticed.”

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing you could think to say.

Jimin only chuckled sarcastically. “There’s no need to apologize. I’ve got Chun-hwa now.”

You winced. That hurt, extremely. You watched as Jimin made his way back to your apartment’s door, glancing back at you one last time, and you swore you could see tears in his eyes before losing sight of him.

And once you were alone, that’s when your own tears began to fall, collapsing onto your knees as loud cries fell from your lips.

“I moved on.”

“I’ve got Chun-hwa now.”

Those words echoed in your mind for the rest of the night.

A week has passed since the...argument you had with Jimin. You haven’t seen him, talked to him, or even received a message from him. You thought he hated you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you. So it surprises you when you find him standing in front of your door. Hair messy, dark bags underneath his eyes, and dry tear stains on his cheeks.

“Hey,” his voice was weak, trembling even slightly.

“Hey,” you replied, your hand gripping onto the door’s handle very tightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

You didn’t say anything, only stepped aside, allowing him to enter before closing the door. You followed him to your living room in silence and sat down on your couch, a distance between the both of you.

“I broke up with Chun-hwa...,” Jimin suddenly confesses, causing you to turn towards him with wide-eyes, but no words coming out. “I lied, {Name}.” His words made your heart stammer, nibbling on your bottom lip from the tension. “I didn’t move on...”

“You d-didn’t?” You repeated, your fingers digging anxiously into your thighs.

Jimin shook his head. “I thought I did,” he turned his head to the side to face you. “I thought those eight months away from you, meeting and dating Chun-hwa would help get rid of my feelings for you. And it did for a while, until I got back home. When I saw you, again.”

“For those three months that you were ignoring me, every day, every morning I’d look for you.” Jimin continued, slowly sliding his hand across the couch’s cushion, his fingers grazing against yours. “Wishing that I’d find you cooking breakfast with Jin, or playing video games with Kookie and Tae. And it killed me when realizing you weren’t there.”

You stared down at his hand, which was centimeters from yours. “Jimin,” you mumbled softly, allowing him to take your hand into his.

“Wait,” he cut you off, biting down on his bottom lip. “Let me finish, please,” he begged.

You nodded. “I thought I was happy with her, with Chun-hwa.” You winced, closing your eyes. You still found his words hurtful. “But then I started wishing you there instead of her. Watching movies with me, going on dates, sleeping in my arms, everything.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Jimin shift closer to you on the couch, cupping your face in his hands and wiping the stray tears with his thumb.

“I love you, {Name}.” He leaned forward, his face inches from yours. “With all my heart.”

Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. They were soft, tender, and the kiss was filled with love and passion. You felt yourself begin to kiss back, your hands finding their way to rest on his shoulders, your lips moving in perfect sync. “I love you too, Jimin,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling him smile into the kiss.

“But we can’t do this,” you then pulled away, your faces still close enough to where you could feel his minty, cool breath against your swollen lips. “At least not now, not when your break up with Chun-hwa is still fresh. It won’t look good on the media if people find out that you’ve moved on already.”

“Okay,” Jimin nodded, pressing another kiss, this time on your cheek. “I’ll wait.” His face remained close, brushing his thumb over your lips.

“This time, I’m not giving up. I’ll wait.”

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From Planet Exo: Xiumin

Who are you?

Kim Minseok/Xiumin (Alien) x Reader (Human)

Alien Au Superpower AuGenre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut

Warning: Smut (first timers, so maybe you can call it somewhat fluff smut)/cussing

Note: It’s long, didn’t want to split it into parts, since this is already a side story to a series I am working on.

Summary: Xiumin otherwise known as Kim Minseok here on planet earth is not a human, but an alien as humans would call him if they knew what he was. He was from a planet named Exo and he wasn't just any normal alien, he like his brothers had his own special gift, he could make and control ice. His parents sent him and his brothers far away from there home when he was the mere age of 5 and unfortunately got separated from his brothers, but he knew it was for the best in order to avoid being found by the enemy. He had ended up in Washington, D.C. which was where he met you and he became fascinated with you immediately and determined to make you love him and accept him for who he was... one day.

July 2019

It was a hot summer day, everyone looked annoyed with the heat and they kept fanning their faces, but not Minseok, he was lucky he could discreetly use his power to keep himself fresh. "Sucks for them", he whispered to himself as he smirked and got into his car. He was headed back to work after a nice week off visiting his adoptive parents. He worked for NASA, not a coincidence, it had been instructions his parents relayed into his memory, so he could be aware of any problems from outer space that could put his brothers or him in danger. He really did enjoy his job though and well he was very smart making it easy to get the job. Today he was instructed that a group of new interns were going to need a limited tour, which meant keep an eye on them, to which he rolled his eyes. "I have more important things to be doing, I'm not a tour guide", he complained to Mr. Mills. "I know, but David is out today and the others will probably end up taking the interns into restricted areas on "accident", Mr. Mills replied and chuckled. "They were hired as tour guides, but can't even do the job they were hired for'', Minseok groaned as he heard a knock at the door. "Looks like they have arrived", Mr. Mills pointed to the door and Minseok shook his head, but headed to where the interns were.

As he got a view of the interns he noticed you immediately, something about you caught his eyes, it was like a magnet pulling him in. He was taken aback because he had never found himself wanting to look at a human girl, no woman would be the correct term for you, he had never been attracted to any woman before maybe because although he was raised as a human his blood and nature was not. He always thought that his mind and body were expecting a woman from his planet to be with, but at the moment he wasn't sure any more. The other interns nor you had noticed him yet and he was thankful because he was trying to admire your features, you were quite short, possibly 5'2 or 5'3, he wasn't too sure but he liked that your head would rest perfectly against his chest. He was taking this too far maybe, he didn't even know you, but he knew he wanted to. You looked so perfect, small enough for him to hold you and your face was immaculate in his eyes, you had pretty eyes with long eyelashes that touched your soft full looking cheeks when you blinked and small but pouty lips. Shit he thought he was already so fucked, until he heard you speak, then at that moment he realized how really fucked he was. "Hello, are you Mr. Kim", he heard you speak again, but only realizing that you had already asked him that. "Uhh, ye..yes I'm Kim Minseok", he stuttered and cleared his throat. "Oh we're the new interns, I'm Y/N", you replied with a smile and extended your hand out to him. Minseok could feel his palm sweat, something new to him, but he cooled it down immediately before he shook your hand and smiled back. He held onto your hand a little longer than you expected, so you raised your eyebrows at him and he let go immediately with a small sorry.

After everyone had presented themselves, Minseok led them to the places on the list that they would be using for their work and other interesting areas they could explore. He tried not to be distracted by you, but he would sneak glances at you and he loved how excited and happy you looked. He also liked that you were the one mostly asking questions because you had such a beautiful voice. The tour was coming to an end sooner than he wanted. Mr. Mills suddenly popped up to introduce himself and noticed that Minseok didn't look upset. "You liked the tour?", Mr. Mills asked the interns and you. "Yes'', you all replied. "Good, maybe I'll make Minseok do these tours more often", Mr. Mills replied, causing Minseok to glare at him. "Or not", Mr. Mills laughed and the interns along with you laughed also. Okay something was wrong Minseok thought to himself, he was liking you too much, your laugh had just made his stomach flip or feel butterflies however people described it. He didn't want to seem like a creep, but what the hell was pulling him towards you so much, damn it. Once Mr. Mills was gone, you thanked and said goodbye to Minseok, which looked a bit conflicted, but replied that it was his pleasure and a goodbye. You walked over to get your badge and necessary items from the front desk, since tomorrow would be your first day and then you were off to your apartment without realizing that Minseok was looking at you with sad eyes. The next day arrived and you felt nervous, but excited. You met the rest of your coworkers and even got to see Minseok and Mr. Mills around. By the time you knew it a month had passed since your first day and you felt comfortable with your coworkers, everyone was so nice, especially Minseok, he kept popping in to check on everything and always sent a warm smile. He was quite handsome and nice you realized as you saw him walking towards you. "Hi, Mr. Kim'', you greeted him with a smile. "Hi Miss YLN, please call me Minseok", he replied back. "Okay, but you call me Y/N then", you replied. "Will do", he replied with a smile. His smile was cute, you noticed and realized you like seeing him smile everyday at work.

Time was flying by, you had been working with him for 2 months now and Minseok didn't know how to ask if you wanted to get lunch or dinner with him. He would get quite nervous every time he wanted to ask you, but he didn't want to waste more time anymore, so today he decided today would be the day. "Hey, Y/N", he called out to you as he stood in front of your desk. "Oh hi Minseok", you looked up at him. "Umm I wanted to.. umm are you busy tomorrow since it's Saturday and it's our day off", he finally let out. You looked at him surprised but nodded your head no. "I wanted to know if you wanted to go get dinner with me tomorrow", he asked with expectant yet nervous looking eyes. Cute, you thought to yourself as you saw him shift his eyes nervously. "I would love that", you finally replied after what felt like an eternity to him. "Great, I will pick you up then at 7 tomorrow, how does that sound?", he asked. "Perfect", you answered with a smile. He nodded and smiled as he started to walk away. "Wait Minseok, you need my number, so I can give you my address for tomorrow", you said with a teasing tone. "Ahh, yes how dumb of me", he chuckled as you handed him your phone number on a piece of paper. The next day you were feeling quite nervous, Minseok had texted you for your address and some details about the date, well he didn't specify that it was a date, but why else would he ask you out for dinner and to a fancy restaurant at that, it must be date right you thought. You decide to wear a nice black dress not too fancy, but appropriate for the restaurant with some matching heels, you waved your hair, and wore some light makeup. You felt pretty, well at least you hoped he would think the same, you were quite bad at this, you never had dated someone, always concentrated on school and by the time you knew it you were at this point in life without any dating experiences. You had learned Minseok was 30 and probably very well experienced and you at 23 weren't experienced at all in anything why lie, so you hoped you wouldn't fuck it up today. You heard your doorbell ring taking you out of your thoughts and you headed over to open the door. As you opened it, you were taken aback with how much more handsome Minseok looked and he looked at you from head to toe making you feel a little uncertain about your look until he suddenly said, "You look beautiful". "Thank you", you replied and tried to hide your blushing face from him, but he saw and smiled. You both took off to the restaurant and enjoyed dinner together, you both spent dinner getting to know each other and you realized that you really enjoyed his company and hoped he enjoyed yours too. Over dinner you learned about his adoptive parents and he learned about your family. Minseok kept his siblings a secret telling you he was an only child and giving you information about his human life, but you didn't know he had secrets anyway, so you just thought you were getting to know who he really was. After dinner, you both went for a small walk at the park and then headed home, Minseok didn't want the night to end and why lie you didn't either, but it was getting late. He drove you home and walked you to your door. "Would you like to come in for something to drink '', you offered, but he smiled and replied a small "Thank you, but I'm okay, next time though". He knew it would be harder to leave if he went inside. You nodded and smiled. "I had a great time", he said. "Me too", you replied with a smile. "Well I should go''... "Drive safe Minseok'', you replied with a smile. As he left and you went into your apartment you hoped you would have more dates with him.

More dates did happen and you enjoyed every single one of them, you even lost count of how many dates you both had. You even learned that just like you Minseok had never dated, so it was all new ground for both of you and you loved being able to experience new things with him. Today Minseok had told you to dress casual and that he would pick you up at around 5pm. You got ready and he arrived for you on time like usual. Minseok had planned a picnic and the weather was so nice on this October day, you were extremely grateful for his thoughtfulness. As you both sat there after enjoying the food, Minseok suddenly grabbed both your hands causing you to look at him with a questioning gaze to which he just smiled. "Y/N", he said afterwards. "Yes?"... "You know I really like you, I love spending my days with you, you make me feel cared for", he told you. "You make me feel the same way Minseok and I like you too", you replied. "Will you be my girlfriend?"... "I would love that", you said happily as you threw your arms around him causing him to laugh, oh how much you loved his laugh. "Baby", he said as he unwrapped your arms from him. Oh, him calling you baby just melted you right then and there. "Hmm", you hummed shyly. Minseok looked you in the eyes and then proceeded to put his hands on each of your cheeks and leaned forward and by the time you realized what was going on you felt his lips on yours. They felt so soft and shit you didn't know how to kiss, this was your first kiss! Minseok felt you tense and wondered if he did wrong, but then remembered that it was your first kiss, so he pulled you in closer and moved his lips more until he felt you relax and follow his movements. Once he felt that you started feeling more comfortable he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip and felt your mouth part a little more and he inserted his tongue in proceeding to explore your mouth completely and even suck on your tongue causing you to let out a small sound that he would say sounded like a moan. You both separated from the kiss and your lips were quite swollen and your cheeks were so red that he found you so adorable. "I thought you had never kissed", you asked him. "That was my first kiss", he replied and pecked your lips. "Now that was my second", he chuckled.

July 2020

Months passed and Minseok was always surprising you, he was such an amazing boyfriend. You could honestly say you loved him and you hoped he loved you too. These past months the world had been hit with a pandemic and you had been getting so stressed about it and Minseok was always there for you for anything, even when you freaked out for the smallest things. Today you both had decided to have a movie night and you cooked dinner. Once dinner was done and you both sat on his sofa, he turned on the TV, the news popped up immediately showing all the bad weather and pandemic crisis going on and you sighed. "This year has been so scary", you said to Minseok and he nodded while changing it to the movie instead. "I mean what's next, an alien invasion?", you asked. You felt Minseok tense and he put the remote control down. "You think so", he then said. "Well I don't know, I mean would they come kill us or befriend us", you replied. Minseok knew either or could happen, he knew his people wouldn't harm them, but he knew there were others from the enemy planet that wouldn't even second guess killing everyone here on earth. "Do you believe they exist?", he asked. "Maybe, I mean you could be one, even your grumpy neighbor could be one", you shrugged and laughed. "Yeah we could be right", he said with a serious tone. "Min, I'm kidding, I mean like hello that's too much and if you were one you would've told me anyway" you laughed. "Y/N, I should tell, I think I should've told you a while back", he started to say. "Tell me what Min, you're acting weird", you interrupted. "I'm an Alien, I'm not human", he responded. "What are you talking about Min, you're so weird", you said and laughed. "I'm not kidding, and look what I can do", he said as he stood and started to form some ice in his hand. You stood immediately and looked at him with wide eyes. "This is a dream, right or a prank, that can't be real", you immediately said. "Baby, it's real, I should've told you sooner, but I am not human", he replied. "Then why didn't you tell me?", you asked, still doubtful and a bit freaked out about the situation. "For safety reasons and to not freak you out", he replied and walked towards you. You stepped back immediately and you saw a hurt expression form on his face. "Safety?, did you think I would tell others and I am freaking out now, I thought I knew you Min", you said. "I'm sorry baby, I do trust you, I meant safety for you not me, and please don't freak out, it's still me, your Min", he said with a desperate tone. "My Min.. huh? If you were my Min, you would've trusted me!", you responded. He reached for you, but you moved back again. "Look Minseok, if that's even your real name, I need time, I'm freaking out okay", you said. "Don't leave", Minseok begged. "I'll come back, Minseok we need to talk, I just need some air right now", you responded and headed to the door and left.

You got in your car and drove to the nearest park. You just needed some air to calm down, it's not like you would stop loving Minseok in a couple of minutes. Alien or not, you were just hurt he didn't trust you, you would tell him everything, every single thing and yet he left out something so huge. After 2 hours of sitting on a bench and taking some deep breaths, you headed back to his apartment. You couldn't bare imagining how sad he must be right now and you were right as soon as you entered his apartment he was sitting on the couch staring at the wall with dried up tears on his cheeks. He turned around to look at you once he realized you were next to him and let out a weak, "Baby you're here". "I am", you responded and sat next to him. "I'm so sorry", he said and sounded so sincere. "Tell me who you really are.." He told you his birth name was Xiumin, he was from planet Exo, he has the power to make and control ice, and he has been on earth since he was five due to enemies wanting to either experiment or kill him and his brothers because of their powers. Once he was done telling you more about what he vaguely remembered and what his parents implemented in his memory, you couldn't help, but realize you had been selfish to leave because he was the one suffering away from his real parents and home. You hugged him and he responded immediately and even picked you up onto his lap within a second like if you didn't weigh anything. "I'm also quite strong and have a lot of stamina", he said after seeing your shocked expression. You hummed and buried your face in his neck placing a small kiss there. "Xiumin", you decide to call him to try it out. He leaned back into the couch so he could see your face and you just stared back at him. "Say it again", he said. "Xiumin", you repeated. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a desperate kiss. He was usually soft, but right now his kisses were hot and desperate. After shoving his tongue into your mouth and sucking on your tongue like if it was his favorite candy, he broke the kiss to let you breathe. "I thought you were going to leave me, but now have you here sitting on my lap and calling me Xiumin is doing things to me", he breathed out against your lips. "What kind of things", you replied back.

You saw his eyes turn blue for a mere second and then become full of lust as he pulled you closer to him to where you could feel his bulge. "Oh", you moaned lowly and decided to grind yourself on him. The friction made you both moan simultaneously. "You sure you wanna be doing that'', he said with a low moan as you grinded against him again. "Well I heard you say you have good stamina", you teased. "Oh, I'll show you, but only if you are 100 percent sure baby", he said as he remembered that this would be the first time for both of you. You had just learned something major about Minseok and although it made you feel shocked, your love for him was stronger and you felt the same from him in the way he held you, kissed you, and looked at you, so you were sure that if today was the day you'd both get closer than ever, this was the moment to give yourself completely to him. "I'm sure, I even wore matching underwear and bra", you giggled trying to calm your nerves. You saw him smirk and then you were being lifted up and he headed to his bedroom. "I can't wait to see that'', he whispered in your ear and placed a small kiss below your ear afterwards. Minseok laid you down gently on his bed and then hovered over you as he started to place kisses on your face starting at your forehead to your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips. His kisses were gentle and he seemed like he was trying to be careful with you, which you appreciated because this was something you had never done before, but you also wanted him to touch you more. "Touch me please", you begged as you broke the kiss. "Of course baby", he said and kissed you again as he ran his hand over your body tracing from your neck down to your waist where he lightly squeezed and lifted your shirt up to feel the skin of your stomach. "You're so soft", he whispered against your lips and sat up slightly with both knees on either side of you and started to lift your shirt. You lifted yourself up slightly so he could slide your shirt off and once he did he pushed you back down and started placing kisses on your neck, collarbones, and chest. "Min more please you're going too slow", you slightly moaned as he sucked slightly on top of your breasts. "I want to take my time with you baby", he chuckled causing you to whine. "Let me take care of you..hmm trust me", he whispered in your ear as he reached behind you to unhook your bra.

Once he removed your bra completely he couldn't help but groan, "You're beautiful baby". You blushed and started to cover yourself with your arms, but Minseok pushed them away and pinned them next to your head. "Let me see you and touch you like you begged", he said as he wrapped his mouth around your breast and used his other hand to massage the other. His hands were usually cold, so you were accustomed to them, but his mouth felt even colder and it made you gasp once you felt it wrap around your nipple. "That feels so good", you moaned as he swirled his tongue. He switched to the other and continued to squeeze and suck. "Take your shirt off", you whined as you tried to pull it up. He sat up and pulled it off, tossing it across the room and you admired his firm chest, abs, and his arms, he was fit and you wanted to feel his skin on you. You pulled him forward and felt bliss when his skin came into contact with yours, since he was always somewhat cold to the touch, his cold skin against your hot skin felt so good. Minseok reached his hands down to unbutton of shorts and as he dragged them down with your underwear in one go. "Fuck, how are you so perfect", he said as he looked at you from your eyes down to your core which was wet and ready for him. He swiped his index finger through your lips and tapped your clit making you buck up at the sudden touch. "So wet baby", he groaned as he held your hips and continued to swipe two fingers up and down now and rub your clit in circles with his thumb. "You like that?", he questioned as you continued to moan. "Yes your fingers feel so good", you moaned out. Suddenly you felt him prodding your entrance with his finger and you tensed. "Relax", he said as he placed a kiss on your inner thigh and then on your clit causing you to relax like he said. He continued to prod your entrance and eventually slowly pushed his finger in. "Shit", you moaned at the sudden intrusion that felt weird, but good. Minseok slowly started to thrust his finger in and out slowly and suddenly you felt him add a second finger, it was making you so wet and when he added his tongue on your clit, you felt your body on fire. "How are you so good?", you whimpered in pleasure. "Umm I read about it..", he chuckled. "Wow, you read about it, that's random", you answered with amusement. "Well I wanted to be ready to make you feel good baby", he said and went back to swirling his tongue on your clit and pumping his fingers faster bringing that knot feeling in your stomach to increase. As he continued, he could feel your body slowly starting to tremble and he added a third finger. "Xiumun, Min, Minseok fuck", he heard you moan as you finally orgasmed and started trembling in his hold. He removed his fingers and started using his tongue to probe your entrance and clean up your cum.

He felt you tap him on the shoulder and he lifted his face away from your core and up to place a deep kiss on your lips, you sucked on his tongue and could taste yourself. "That was amazing", you breathed out as you both parted from the kiss. "That was only the beginning", he said with a smirk and started kissing you again. You reached for the button on his jeans and once you succeeded you reached in to stroke him over his boxers. "Baby", he moaned against your lips as he bucked into your hand. Minseok felt big and you felt like he probably wouldn't fit easily, but you trusted him. You started to push his jeans and boxers down and he pulled himself off you to push them off completely. You saw his member spring up and slap against his stomach, he was big like you felt and thick. His member look so hard and it was leaking precum at the tip. You felt yourself getting nervous, but mostly wet again and you wanted to feel it. You sat up and reached for his member, it was quite big in your hand, but Minseok seemed to enjoy your touch by the way he whimpered. You started to stroke it tentatively and as you saw his mouth gaping and his eyes roll back, you knew you were doing good, so you increased your pace a tad bit more. More precum started to leak and you wanted to taste it, so you licked the slit on his tip. "Damn.. baby wait", Minseok moaned pulling you away from his member. You looked up at him and he pushed you on your back while climbing over you. "I need a condom", he said and moved back up. "I'm using the pill", you said and pulled him back onto you. "Wait will that work with your cum?", you asked since he wasn't human. Minseok let out a laugh and nodded a yes. "Okay proceed", you responded shyly. "Oh, you're so cute", he said adoringly and pecked your lips. Minseok positioned himself at your entrance and rubbed himself up to your clit and back down to spread his precum and get you prepared. He then proceeded to put his tip in slowly causing you to whimper. It was definitely a foreign feeling more than his fingers had felt earlier. He continued to push in slowly as he asked if you were okay. You nodded, but still whimpered in slight pain as you felt him stretching you out slowly. He stopped again and caressed your face before he continued to push further in. He suddenly stopped moving completely and you could feel him in so deep and your walls pulsating around the foreign object. "Let's wait until you accommodate and tell me when you are ready", he said. "Okay", you replied trying to hide the slight pain in your voice. Minseok started to place kisses on your lips and then your neck. He rubbed his fingers soothingly on your hips and waited patiently for you to adjust. As you felt the pain subduing into pleasure you told him to move. "Are you sure?", he questioned. "Yes Min please move", you replied. He started to pull out slowly and push back in. He kept the pace slow as he listened to your whimpers turn into moans. As you continued to moan, he started to make his thrust longer and deeper. "Faster please", you moaned. He started thrusting a tad bit faster and your moans confirmed that you were feeling good, so he picked up his pace even more. As he thrusted in and out he could feel your walls pulling and pushing around him causing him to moan. "You're so tight", he groaned. He continued to thrust in and out, but at one particular thrust he heard you moan louder. He had hit your sweet spot. "I found it", he smirked as he kept thrusting and hitting the same spot over and over again. You felt your toes curl and you couldn't hold back from moaning out his name loudly, you didn't even care if his neighbors heard you. "Please don't stop", you begged. "I wouldn't even dream about stopping", he replied. You felt him rub your clit as he continued to thrust faster and faster. The knot in your stomach started to form again, but this time it felt bigger than the first. "You're doing so well baby, taking me in so good, I want to feel your tight walls trembling against me, hear you moaning out my name, and for you to look me in the eyes as you cum", Minseok moaned as he kissed your lips. "You're going to be a good girl and cum for me right?", he asked. "Yes, yes please I want to cum", you moaned. He increased his rubbing on your clit and his thrusts grew faster than you thought possible. Your toes continued to curl, your legs started to tremble, and the knot finally broke and your orgasm hit you like a train, hard and heavy. You tried to keep eye contact with him, but your eyes closed in pleasure and you continued to moan his name like a chant as he thrusted in and out, helping you ride out your orgasm while chasing his. As you felt his thrust become sloppy, you tightened your walls even more until you felt his cum shooting deep into you. He stopped thrusting as his cum filled you up and you felt him tremble slightly and saw his face contorted in pleasure while he moaned out your name.

As you both came down from your highs, Minseok stayed inside you and laid carefully on you while trying not to squish you. You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back as he laid his head on your chest. "Are you okay?", he questioned as he looked up at you. "More than okay, my alien boyfriend just satisfied me so well", you replied with a wink. He laughed as he slowly slid out of you and got up to the restroom to clean himself up. He came back with a warm towel and started to clean you up slowly, but you still flinched slightly at the touch. He threw the towel in the laundry bag and then laid back down next to and wrapped his arms around you while you snuggled against his chest. "Y/N", he said. "Yes Min?", you responded. "I love you", he said as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you too Min", you replied and placed a kiss right above his heart. His hold tightened against you as he told you to get some sleep. You relaxed against him and listened to his heart beat. He ended up sleeping before you and you started thinking how today had been a surprising day, you found out aliens did exist and as a matter of fact your boyfriend was one and he had a superpower. You had definitely freaked out, but that didn't last too long, because alien or not you loved Minseok. He meant the world to you and you'd do anything for him. You had given him your heart and now your body, you were his completely and you were going to stay by his side no matter what. His secret was safe with you even if his enemy came to torture you for his whereabouts you'd never say anything. To them you were a weak human, but your love for him was stronger than anything. You were ready to face anything with him and for him, your boyfriend from Exo planet. You heard a phone notification ring and you reached out for the phone without waking Minseok up. You realized it was his phone, but the message on the screen made your hands tremble as you read it.

"Xiumin hide, they know we're on Earth -Suho"

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