#HE THINKS IT'S UNCOOL AND STAINS YOUR TEETH

[fernsnailz]

ok wait what's everyone's character assassination pet peeve. like a trait writers or fans will give a character that is fairly insignificant but so blatantly ooc that it ignites the most primal of rage. mine is whenever i see sonic the hedgehog smoking

#HE WOULD NOT FUCKING DO THAT #HE THINKS IT'S UNCOOL AND STAINS YOUR TEETH #my man looks and acts like a walking anti-drug psa from the nineties AND YOU THINK HE SMOKES???? i'll smoke YOU #but i'm legit curious if anyone else has anything similar for any character #ferntext

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Prompt My Own Damn Self # :He’s Not the Guy You Marry, But He Is The Guy You [REDACTED] in the Night Club Bathroom at Two O’Clock in the Morning, Which is Also Important

Summary: Literally what it says in the title, except we find out what [REDACTED] means, which is very fun and exciting. That’s right, everybody, we’re 👏 going 👏 there 👏

Warnings: ‼️18+‼️ Extremely Explicit Sexual Content. Do NOT be uncool and read it if you’re not of age. Otherwise, there’s alcohol involved here (wow what a surprise 🙄), like one mention of drugs, and smoking. Aside from that, it’s pretty straightforward.

Genre: Mediocre Smut

Pairing: Hatter/Fem!Reader

Notes: There are two types of people in this world: people who are very attracted to the weird sexy hat guy who started a death-game pyramid scheme, and LIARS.

Real talk, though: this is pretty explicit. More explicit than I’ve gone in a very long time, so I’m a little rusty. It veers into “hate sex” territory, which was kind of fun to write, honestly. I live for the banter. (Also, the “you” character in this is kind of great? I like her.)

HEY! Just another reminder! This is 18+ so if you’re not of legal age, do yourself a solid and ditch this little thing, okay? Okay.

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It starts with tequila shots.

Salt licked. From your wrist. His chest. The hollow of your throat.

Lime bitten. Held between your fingers. Between his teeth. Between your pushed-together breasts.

Music pulses. Lights flash. He’s got a hand on your ass. You’ve got your lips on his neck.

“Wanna go somewhere?”

“Yes.”

And he leads you, hand on the small of your back, away from the bar. People stare. You like it.

‘Somewhere’ is, apparently, a two-stall women’s restroom, tucked away in a narrow little hallway which runs to the left of the bar. A place for shooting up drugs. A place for scribbling on the walls with permanent marker.

A place for sex. Hot, sweaty, anonymous sex.

...Well, semi-anonymous, anyways. It’s impossible to live at the Beach and not know who the man in red is, the man who sells a shot at salvation for nothing more than a few playing cards.

You lean against the tastefully cream-colored counter which hosts, among other things: a sink stained pink with cheap soap; three forgotten tubes of lipstick; a small mirror, holding an abandoned credit card and two small lines of cocaine; a crumpled up hand towel; a half-finished bottle of Asahi beer; and what was probably once a wedding ring.

“Great ambiance,” you murmur flatly. The harsh light of fluoresent bulbs burn your eyes, diverting your gaze to the white floor, “Been ages since I got fucked in a classy place like this.”

“Ages?” Hatter flicks the lock on the door with a low thunk.

“Hours,” you answer, mournful tone betrayed by a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth, “Had you not come along, my dry spell might’ve gone on through the morning.”

“Perish the thought.”

And he does not so much approach you as he descends upon you, mouth sucking at your collarbone and leg pushing between your thighs.

“Tell me,” he pants into you ear, breath hot and fingers deft as he unties the strings of your bikini top, “How do you want me?”

“Now,” you hiss back, “Don’t care how, just—fuck, just give it to me.”

“Then, if you would be so kind?” He holds a condom between his index and middle fingers.

In truth, you’re glad for it—you’d rather not deal with the mess after all is said and done—but there’s no way you’ll give him the satisfaction of a ‘thank you.’

“Fine,” you huff, snatching the foil square from his grasp, “Don’t suppose you have anything better to—oh!”

Hands on your hips spin you around so you’re facing the mirror. You grip the edge of the counter, knuckles straining, and watch as he reaches around to palm your breast.

“Apologies,” he makes eye contact with you in the mirror, “but I seem to have my hands full at the moment.”

And that’s when you feel fingertips slipping beneath the seam of your bikini bottoms, an insistent press against the slick of your slit.

You spit a curse and fumble with the condom, desperation setting in as his hands continued to dance across your flesh. After some moments (too many for your liking), you’re successful in your endeavor, and pass the unwrapped nuisance over your shoulder.

“Much obliged,” he thanks, removing his hands to sort himself out, “You know, I appreciate—“

“I didn’t come here to talk,” you snap. He laughs in response.

“Ooh, you’re mean!”

And he’s sliding the crotch of your swimsuit bottoms to the side, exposing only what is necessary and lining himself up—and, okay, that’s the kind of semi-impractical hotness you were looking for from this particular encounter. Your muscles clench involuntarily around nothing and you cant your hips back to get him to move it along...but nothing happens.

God, what is this guy’s problem?!

“But, I wonder,” he whispers into your ear, “are you desperate enough to say ‘please?”

Of all the guys to pull for a quick fuck, of course you get the one who’s a total tease. So smug, arrogance blooming as he presses a soft kiss to your left shoulder. There’s no way you’re giving in to this asshole, so you glare at him in the reflection of the mirror.

“Fuck you,” you spit, teeth bared and mouth formed into a malicious smile.

He shrugs his shoulders.

“Close enough.”

You both cry out when he fills you with a single, fluid thrust. And—fuck, fuck, fuck!—that is good. One of his hands curls around the jut of your hip, while the other splays across your collarbone, thumb and forefinger framing the base of your throat in a firm but gentle touch.

Otherwise, he remains still—perhaps he’s being gentlemanly and allowing you time to adjust? No, no, he’s definitely being a tease again.

Seriously, what is his goddamn deal?

Since he seems content to take his merry time, you take matters into your own hands, moving against him in a somewhat-awkward but still satisfying rhythm.

“You,” he says between heavy breaths, “seem eager.”

There’s something in his voice that seems amused, as if he finds your candor endearing. You lean forward a bit, angling your hips so his length is able to sink deeper and, oh, that’s much better.

“Want something done right,” you pant, “gotta do it yourself.”

“You don’t think I’d do it right?”

“Sweetie,” you coo with a condescending smile, “I know you wouldn’t.”

And you’re lucky that guys like him are all the same—arrogant, showy, desperate to prove their sexual prowess—because he finally (finally!) decides to get his sorry ass into gear and make something happen.

The hand that was around your neck gropes at your breasts, the cool metal of that stupid-ugly-tacky ring catching on your skin in an annoyingly tantalizing way. The other shoves its way between you and the edge of the countertop, deft fingertips circling your clitoris in a way that makes your toes curl in your sandals. You bite your lip to keep from crying out as he fucks into you, hips snapping hard but steady against the plush of your ass.

“You know, the people I fuck usually try to be nice to me,” he says, “nicer than you, anyways.”

The hand on your breast pinches your nipple, earning him a sharp gasp.

“Why be nice?” You clench around him, causing his rhythm to falter, “You’re just the means to an end.”

“And here I thought we were making love.”

Teeth scrape down the length of your neck, and fuck—you’re getting close. Your arms are shaking. Your heart is racing. You hate to admit it, but he’s good at this.

“Darling,” he growls into your ear, “I do believe you’re about to come.”

“Shut up,” you snap, trying desperately to sound cool and unaffected despite the fact that your composure is about to shatter and there is not a goddamn thing you can do about it.

“Well, go on then. After all,” he hisses, “I don’t have all night.”

What starts as anger is quickly overtaken by pleasure—white-hot and blinding, enough to make your knees shake and your eyes spring with tears. It’s exactly what you were looking for, exactly what you had been expecting from the most notorious sex fiend at this God-forsaken place.

Apparently, he must’ve come too, because he’s pulling out with a surprising tenderness—gentlemanly in one way, at least. He even makes sure to right your bikini bottoms, making sure that they’re once again covering you completely before turning his attention to himself.

“You know, I didn’t know people could glare their way through an orgasm, but you made it happen.”

“I’m a woman of many talents.”

Before you choose to look in the mirror, you fix the rest of your bathing suit with a tremble in your fingers. You can feel him watching you, and honestly, you’re not sure how you feel about that. Good, mostly, but tinged a bit orange with annoyance. You try not to think about that too much and, with a deep breath, look at your reflection.

The first thing you do to assess the damage of your little liaison is check your makeup—your eyeliner is a bit smudged, but that’s easily fixed with a few swipes of your littlest finger. Your hair, however, is another story, so you set to fixing it with a dissatisfied huff.

You hear the snick of a lighter behind you and the scent of fresh-burning nicotine hits your senses. You turn around to see him leaning against the tile wall with a cigarette between his lips and smoke curling in wisps towards the ceiling.

He raises an eyebrow when you approach him, then chuckles when you snatch the cigarette right out of his mouth and take a long, deep drag. It’s almost as good as the sex.

“You know,” he says, “I think you might be a bit in love with me after my spectacular performance.”

That makes you choke, your lungs switching from laughter to coughing and back again.

“Spectacular?” You quell your sputtering with a gulp, “You were passable. At best.”

“Careful, sweetheart. You’re getting awfully close to giving me a compliment.”

You take a step closer to him, shoulders squared, fingers ashing the cigarette onto the floor.

“Not your sweetheart,” you say, taking one last drag and blowing the smoke directly into his face. You smile when he flinches.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” you say, pressing the mostly-smoked cigarette between his lips, “I have somewhere to be.”

You turn on your heel and begin to walk away, making sure to sway your hips just so as you do. There’s no way his eyes aren’t glued to your ass, and the thought makes you smile triumphantly.

“Until next time, then,” he calls—and it’s cute that he sounds so sure that you’ll come crawling back to him.

You exit the bathroom with a self-satisfied smirk, enjoying the thought of him lighting another cigarette and trying not to chase after you.

Three days, tops. That’s how long it’ll take for him to beg.

You can’t wait.

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also just in case you were wondering, he DID leave the sunglasses on—BUT they were on his head kinda holding his hair back because I truly believe he would do that. also the kimono has pockets and he thinks it’s very cool to carry around all his stuff in there (for example he keeps a granola bar on his person at all times because sometimes you just get hungry yknow?)

#spicy boy #writings and such #hatter #hatter x reader #danma takeru #danma takeru x reader #alice in borderland fanfic #alice in borderland #this took me WEEKS to write oh my god #I’m gonna convert y’all to hatter fans no matter what #it’s a thankless job but someone’s gotta do it #he’s got great hair and a weird outfit what more do you people WANT?!?

[whereisten]

ghouls just wanna have fun (A Creature Feature Story)

A Taeil fic that’s part of our Halloween Series! 

Summary: After your date ends up being a dud, you stumbled upon an unusual movie theater and its most appealing visitor, Moon Taeil. 

Pairing: Ghost! Taeil x female reader

Genre: romance, angst, pinch of smut, drama, fantasy, horror

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: gore mention, death mention, smut: masturbation mention

(A/N: Hi! Special shoutout to the Creature Feature readers. I love you...It’s almost one year to the day that I posted Part 1 (I know: where the hell is the rest of it?). Rest assured, the series will continue in November. This Halloween series has gotten me out of my funk. I hope you enjoy this story. And to newcomers, welcome! This story can be read alone, if you'd like, but I think you’d enjoy this more if you read my Creature Feature updates! Anyways: SHOUTOUT TO MY BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER IN CRIME/WRITING KRYS. SHE CREATED ANOTHER SPECTACULAR MOODBOARD FOR ME. SHE’S MADE SEVERAL FOR ME. AND I AM SO SPOILED. HER BRILLIANT BRAIN AND VISION DESERVE ALL OF THE LOVE. SEND IT HER WAY. We hope you enjoy this installment and our upcoming posts! Thank you for all of the love in our stories so far!

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“Jaebum, I’m not going. Let me off here,” you demanded.

Well, tonight was just fantastic. Fan-freaking-tastic.

Your date that your friends set you up with ended up being a bust. He wanted to take you to a house party so he can get high and you could be his side piece for the night. Your friends were all in committed relationships and they thought you were bummed because you felt single and bitter.

No, you were just bummed at the fact that your friends had blown you off too many times for their significant others. That was the actual problem.

But they were doing better with you, you had to admit. They spent more time with you as their honeymoon stages with their significant others had finally dwindled. The set-up was supposed to be for fun.

They even thought that this date could open doors for you.

Doors to what? Well, it ended up being to the stench of weed in the back of Jaebum’s old Sonata.

Jaebum’s car, which included his two stoner friends Jinyoung and Yugyeom, came to a halt at a red light near a plaza.

“You want to leave, y/n? Then here’s your stop,” Jaebum said.

You raised your eyebrows. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Jaebum shrugged. “Take it or leave it. I got places to go.” His friends muttered over how uncool you were. The least this jerk could’ve done was take you back home.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Go to hell.”

The car sped off as you stood near the plaza entrance. It was getting colder as midnight approached. So you decided to wait outside of an abandoned Spirit Halloween store so your Uber could pick you up from there. You walked towards the plaza and suddenly…

Bright lights appeared before you that you quickly shut your eyes. You blinked them open, wondering what just transpired when you realized...

There was an active movie theater there, with a giant sign surrounded by bright light bulbs. It read “Sinema”.

What the hell, you thought.

You walked closer and closer and saw people coming in and out of the theater. And then...oh, wow, you really had lost your mind. Little human-like creatures of different colors were flying around the entrance...They were fairies! Their pixie fairy dust landed on your shoulders. You picked off the dust that had fallen on the shoulder of your dress. The texture reminded you of Cheeto dust. It was hard to get off. You were certain your black dress was permanently stained.

Then, a man walked past you and transformed into a large purple dragon before your very eyes. He blew out fire within a few feet from you, you yelped. He set off for the sky and vanished. After, another group of men walked past you, flashing their vampire teeth as they laughed about something. They were all stunning but the one with wavy electric blue hair was the real showstopper. You couldn’t think that too long as people that looked bright and transparent walked towards you.

You thought they were going to bump into you so you said. “Hello? Watch where you’re going!”

But they walked right through you and kept going. Seemed like they got that kind of comment a lot.

You blinked a few times. Did that just happen? Were those...ghosts?

A young woman in her red and navy blue uniform appeared before you. She smiled. “Welcome to Sinema, the premier theater for the supernatural! My name is Haseul. You look like you have a lot of questions. Is this your first time here?”

“I...I…” You started. “Is this really happening?”

She laughed. “Yes...All supernatural creatures and their approved companions are welcome here!”

You frowned. “There must be some mistake. I’m not a supernatural creature.”

Haseul pulled out her phone. “Your name?”

“Uh...y/n y/l/n…” You said. “Wait, why did I say that?” You answered her without even thinking. It was like she compelled you to do what she asked.

She winked. “It’s a special little skill of mine. It’s a part of the job.” She scrolled through an app on her phone. “Well, you’re not a part of the approved human companions list so...You have to be supernatural!”

You gaped. “That’s funny…This is a joke, right? Some kind of Halloween event? Well, you’re a few months too late…”

Haseul shook her head. “Oh, no, this is no reenactment. This is the real deal. Allow me to escort you inside.”

You weren’t sure if that was a good idea but you were curious. You followed her inside.

The movie theater was elegant and modern. The latest video games were available at the arcade. The concession stand was huge. It had to be with the number of creatures that were lined up for snacks. The theater was three stories high. Posters for the latest movies were up. The music that played overhead consisted of songs from the 70s, 80s, and more. Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up” was playing.  Sinema seemed like any regular theater.

Well, except for the supernatural creatures, of course.

“What is this place?” You asked Haseul. “This can’t be real...I’ve been drugged. Jaebum got something in my system and I’m hallucinating. That has to be it.”

Haseul gave you a confused look. “This place is very real, y/n. I know it might be a hard pill to swallow but you belong here. To the supernatural world. A part of you is connected to this world. I’m not sure why it took you so long to discover that but...you’re here now.”

Haseul’s phone rang and she answered. “Yeah, boss?...Okay, I’ll stop calling you that...Oh? I see. Well, have fun with your boyfriend…” She teased. She hung up and she continued, “Well, y/n, I must be going but if you need anything, you can reach out to anyone who is wearing this uniform.” She showed off her uniform. She looked like a very casual flight attendant. The navy blue skirt was very flattering on her. Her white blouse had a red tie over it. Her name tag had her name written in her own elegant cursive.

“W-wait…” You started.

Haseul gave you a reassuring smile. “You can stay or leave, y/n. No one is keeping you here. But know that you’re always welcome here at Sinema. We hope to see you again.” She walked off to resume working, you thought.

You stood there, confused over what to do. Going to the movies hadn’t been in the cards for you tonight. Much less finding out that the supernatural existed in the same world you did.

Unless this was a parallel world, which just made your head spin even more.

Deciding to stay, you went back out to the main entrance to buy tickets. You heard growls among the chatter of people that stood in line before you. All kinds of creatures stood in front of you: werewolves, selkies, fairies, kitsunes, and more. You felt like the only outsider. For everyone else seemed to know their place…

According to Haseul, the only reason you could access this place was because you were a supernatural creature. And that...that just couldn’t be true. Sure you were adopted but you never displayed any kind of power or ability that would indicate you were a creature.

It was impossible, you thought. A striking young man with long silver hair stood behind you and you could feel his eyes on the back of your head. He was tall and muscular. You wondered what kind of creature he was or if he was actually a companion like Haseul described. You turned to him and his stare never wavered. “Can I help you?” You asked.

He blinked a few times to snap out of it. “I’m sorry...I zoned out…” He tipped an imaginary hat. “It’s your turn.”

“Miss?” The employee at the ticket stand asked. Like the young man behind you, she seemed human. However, the red tint in her eyes told you otherwise. You wondered what she could be.

“Oh, uh... A ticket to ‘Spider-Man: The New Kid’, please,” you said.

“That’ll be 12.50,” the employee replied.

Even if this was a movie theater for the supernatural, they certainly charged like a regular theater did. You paid the employee and got your ticket. The ticket stub was actually very beautiful. It was holographic so you could collect these stubs like trading cards, if you wanted.

You hung around too long so the silver-haired boy approached you.

He smiled at you. “Hello.”

You smiled, a little uneasy. “Hi…”

“First time at Sinema?” He asked. The man was stunning with his high cheekbones and dangerous dark eyes. A devil-may-care smile that must have won over a few women.

You nodded. “Is it that obvious?”

“The look of horror on your face hasn’t faded,” he said, chuckling.

You sighed. “Yeah...Well, I’m still pretty stunned.”

He said, “Well, you’ll get used to it eventually. Something about you makes you belong to this world, right? Do you know what it is?” His eyes widened.

It was almost as if he knew the answer. But if you didn’t know, how could he?

You sighed. “I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I’m just a fluke.”

“Oh, I have to disagree…” He started.

A ghost materialized right beside you. He stood closer to you and stared down the silver-haired man. Even if he was a ghost, he was the most alluring man you’d ever seen. Although translucent, his features were striking and not to be ignored. His undercut that accentuated his face so well was bright red, like rubies. His ears were decorated with crescent moon studs. He wore a navy button down and black slacks, like he was dressed for a hot date. His tan skin cast an ethereal glow. “Yuta, give the girl some air. She just discovered she’s not human.”

The silver-haired man named Yuta sighed. “Do you ever stay out of people’s business?”

The ghost rolled his eyes. “Do you?”

You averted your eyes from them and looked at the concessions menu. Hmmm, the Sour Patch Bats looked promising, you thought. You started, “I’m gonna go.”

Yuta was about to call your name again but the ghost boy raised his hand to stop him. “You’re already messing around here too much. Leave her alone.”

Yuta rolled his eyes. “I don’t have to listen to you. I’m the alpha.”

The ghost boy made faces as he imitated Yuta’s voice. “I’m the alpha. I eat the hearts of my enemies for breakfast. I’m Yuta.”

Yuta growled and it was so animalistic that you wondered if he was going to transform into the creature he most likely was. Your money was on him being a werewolf.

Yuta stormed off and returned to his posse of gorgeous and muscular people. They all watched you and you wondered what was so fascinating about you.

The ghost boy followed you as you got in line for concessions. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n...Yours?” You looked into his soulful eyes.

He smiled. “I’m Taeil. The eyes and ears of Sinema. And you’re new.”

“Yup...And I have no idea who I am or what the world is anymore…Well, it’s time for a snack.”

Taeil chuckled. “The Sour Patch bats are really popular but they sell out fast.”

An employee at the concession stand announced over the intercom. “Sorry, folks. The Sour Patch Bats are sold out.”

Everyone groaned and moaned and growled and wailed. Even you couldn’t help the tiny huff of disappointment that escaped your lips.

Taeil sighed. “Well, lucky for you y/n. I’m friends with the manager of this joint.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, are you?”

He smirked. “I know where she keeps her secret stash of Sour Patch Bats. Now she normally hides those away for her boyfriend but I’m sure she won’t miss one bag…”

Taeil led you upstairs to the manager’s office.

You frowned. “Are you sure we can be here?”

Taeil winked. “Nope. But she owes me.”

Taeil moved himself through the front door and unlocked the door from the inside. You entered the office and found a bouquet of flowers on the manager’s desk.

“How did you touch…”

He cleared his throat like he’d debated what he was going to say. “With most of my strength, y/n...Anything to impress the prettiest girl to set foot in Sinema.”

Although your concept of ghosts was completely debunked (ghosts could indeed touch inanimate objects), your face warmed up at that comment. You tried changing the subject. “Taeil, maybe this is a bad idea…”

He shook his head as he stuck his hand through the manager’s desk drawer and rummaged around before he grabbed a bag of the popular candy. He threw it over to you. You caught it.

You opened the bag and ate the bat-shaped sour gummies of lime, orange, lemon, and cherry. They were the best candy you’d ever tasted and until tonight, you’d been deprived of their existence.

Your eyes grew. “These are...Oh my God.”

Taeil smiled knowingly. “I knew you’d like them. See, the supernatural world isn’t so bad, is it?”

You were touched. He was being so kind and attentive. So quickly, too. “No, I guess not…”

His beautiful lips curved upwards as he watched you enjoy the candy.

“What movie are you going to see?” He asked.

“Well, Taeil, I thought you were the eyes and ears of this place. You should know,” you teased.

He laughed. “Well, I don’t. Is it an oldie? Sinema plays throwback movies every week to appease the masses.”

You shook your head. “I’m watching the new Spider-Man. The new actor they picked is supposed to be above all of his predecessors so I’m excited.”

Taeil asked. “Can I join you?”

You pretended to deliberate. “Well, you have supplied me with sustenance so how could I say no?”

Taeil usually kept to himself, occasionally confiding in his best friend. He really was the eyes and ears of the theater. He knew of all the romantic entanglements that transpired. The current feuds between species. And more.

Typically, he was stuck facing his demons and never quite got past the last thing he needed to overcome in order to ascend to heaven.

He’d sought justice so what was holding him back?

And at the sight of you, he felt an ease in his heart that he hadn’t felt since he was alive.

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Your first night at Sinema was the first of many where you and Taeil bonded and enjoyed each other’s company. You went to the theater every weekend and met up with him. You’d see a movie together and talk about it for hours on end. He’d even sometimes accompany you back to your dorm. And even if you could see him...no one else in the human realm could. So you would have to pretend you were on the phone when you talked to Taeil. Even as he sat closely beside you. Longing to hold your hand.

You wondered just how many creatures hid from you in plain sight. Some of them could masquerade as humans and you’d never know it. That terrified and excited you.

You loved Taeil’s sense of humor, how he showered you with free movie tickets and concessions (courtesy of his best friend’s connections), his wit, his smile, the goofy, fascinated look he gave you when you spoke.

You always wanted to push back his hair and slap his arm when he teased you. And you wondered what those soft red lips would feel like on yours.

But you couldn’t.

The most wonderful person you’d ever met.

And he was an apparition.

As for Taeil, well, he loved everything about you. Your mind. Your curiosity of the world. Your inability to shut away the unknown completely. The way you adapted to Sinema so quickly. The way you looked at him.

He was convinced that you also wanted to kiss him.

It killed you both, honestly.

You told him you were in your senior year of college. You were getting a degree as a nutritionist but you felt unsure about what you would pursue after college. You felt like nothing got your heart racing. You were just going through the motions, making your parents proud. They’d given so much to you so you didn’t want to disappoint them. So you figured getting a steady paying job was a step in the right direction and maybe one day you’d figure out your passion...and how to capitalize off of it.

Taeil could tell you were frustrated and lost and he wished you didn’t feel so down. He saw the light in your eyes. You had a whole future ahead of you. You would find your dream job someday, meet a man, settle down, have his children, and grow old together.

And him? Well, maybe at that point, he would finally have moved on.

Before meeting you, he was fixated on getting even with the man who murdered him and the woman who betrayed him and got the ball rolling.

He told you all about it...Originally, he didn’t want to because the details were too gruesome. But you’d been honest with him so it was the least he could do for you. He told you about his life in the west coast town of Luna, where he aspired to be a producer and songwriter. And he told you about how his life came to an abrupt end.

Taeil’s killer had been none other than Jung Jaehyun, the man whom his girlfriend had cheated on him with. Jaehyun was a member of one of Luna’s most notorious gangs and he detested Taeil. Taeil’s girlfriend, Lexa, didn’t know how to break up with Taeil so she could be with Jaehyun. She was frustrated because Taeil was so sweet and giving. He was so good to her that Lexa chickened out and never broke up with him. She was getting frustrated and Jaehyun was getting even angrier.

One of the nights that Lexa spent with Jaehyun, she let it slip that she wished there was a way she could get rid of Taeil. And Jaehyun was more than happy to oblige.

Jaehyun and his men cornered Taeil one night. He thought he was meeting Lexa for their 300 day anniversary. He got a text from her phone saying to meet her on the rooftop of the Nectarine Hotel because she had a surprise for him.

However, she was nowhere to be seen. Jaehyun took Taeil by surprise and pushed him off of the twenty story luxury hotel.

Jaehyun’s men lingered downstairs and made sure there were no witnesses on the scene. All evidence of Taeil’s death had been covered up. Taeil’s family and friends reported Taeil as a missing person. Lexa had also disappeared off of the face of the Earth. And many wondered if she and Taeil had disappeared to start anew.

That couldn’t have been further from the truth. Jaehyun, Lexa, and his men disposed of Taeil’s body off underneath an overpass. They’d buried his body and washed their cleans of him.

Taeil always thought about whether or not an afterlife existed. When he hit the ground from his fall, everything went black. The roaring pain all over his body that hit him for one moment...Quickly vanished at the next.

Taeil opened his eyes again and instead of seeing Downtown Luna...Only white surrounded him. Surrounded by golden specks.

An angel appeared before him with stunning peach-colored wings. The angel shined so brightly that Taeil couldn’t make out their face. They spoke softly… “Moon Taeil...Born June 14, 1994...Died October 22, 2018.”

Taeil sobbed then. “Please, is there any way you can save me?”

The angel sighed. “My poor child...You’ve been wronged. I want to give you the opportunity to seek justice...And once you have seeked justice and found peace, you can ascend into Heaven and join us. Our Heavenly Father awaits you.”

Before Taeil could respond, he became a ghost. He manifested into another town he couldn’t recognize. It was the city of Mystic. Jaehyun lived a life of luxury and terrorized the new city with his gang. And who reigned right beside him in a God-awful bubblegum pink wig?

The woman he’d loved and planned to propose to: Lexa.

Lexa played around with the buttons on Jaehyun’s designed shirt as she quietly thanked him for killing Taeil. And Jaehyun murmured back a thank you for giving him the idea and for suggesting a good hiding place for his remains.

Taeil felt sick to his stomach. The love he felt for Lexa had quickly shifted into hatred. And Taeil wanted revenge. He wanted to take them both down. But how, he wondered.

It took him a few more months to figure out how exactly he could enact revenge on them. Haunting them for a few weeks was a thrill but he wanted Jaehyun behind bars. And Lexa? Well, Taeil just wanted her to drown in guilt.

And then, Taeil found Sinema, a supernatural hub in the seemingly typical town of Mystic. Taeil struck a deal with the vampires to help them dig up his body. They in turn compelled the police to find his remains and track down Jaehyun.

Taeil owed the vampires a few months of haunting humans who had deceived them when they were once humans. So both parties were happy.

Taeil decided to spare Lexa from prison. Instead, her family, her friends, and everyone from Luna shunned her for having a hand in Taeil’s murder. Although she was never charged, she was as good as guilty as Jaehyun and his men.

Lexa remained in Mystic in a run-down apartment, barely making ends meet. The luxuries she was able to afford before, because of Taeil and then because of Jaehyun, were no longer accessible to her so she lived a life full of resentment.

But Taeil visited her many nights to remind her that more than anything, she should’ve felt guilt and remorse for what she’d done to him.

How she convinced him that he’d found happiness in her. How she made him out to be a fool. And how she discarded him like a piece of trash.

Lexa’s mind slowly unraveled over time and the guilt slowly consumed her each time.

Taeil ate it all up. This felt like justice and he didn’t want to ascend just yet. He wanted Lexa to get on her knees and pray to God for forgiveness for what she’d done to Taeil.

But that day hadn’t come. So Taeil frequented her apartment at night...Having Lexa think she dreamed of him as she slept.

One late Saturday night...going into Sunday morning, Taeil waited with you at the bench for your Uber to arrive to take you back to your dorm. Sometimes he accompanied you to the dorm and talked to you. You’d have to pretend you were on the phone so your Uber driver didn’t think you were talking to an imaginary friend.

Tonight, though, he wouldn’t be taking you home.

You asked, “Are you going to see her now?”

Taeil froze. “What?”

You wondered aloud, “Lexa...Do you haunt her on the weekends too?”

“Not recently, actually...I’ve been seeing her less.”

You smiled. “Taeil, that’s great. It means you’re getting over her.”

Taeil glared. “I don’t need to get over her. I despise her.”

Your smile vanished. “I know that. It’s just-”

He shot back, “Just what?”

You looked down at your hands and played with your fingers. “It’s just...You’ve sought justice...Jaehyun is rotting in a jail cell...Lexa is guilty over what she’s done...And...I hate to say this...But I think if you stop going to see her...There’s a chance you can finally ascend.”

He looked taken aback at your words. “I can ascend whenever I want.”

You lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”

Taeil looked even more annoyed as he sneered. “Absolutely. Excuse me for wanting to spend a little more time with you before I leave forever.”

His words infuriated you. “Taeil, you...I’m not the reason you want to stay...You’re hung up on your ex. Even if it’s not in the romantic sense...You’re fixated on terrorizing her until what? She begs for forgiveness?”

“And what the hell is wrong with that?”

“Taeil, you’re meant to find peace. You have to let her go.”

“Well, y/n, thank you for your opinion. I never asked for it but it’s certainly never stopped you...Have a safe trip back to your dorm.”

“Fine! Manifest yourself back to me when you get a grip.” You crossed your arms around your chest in anger. He was unbelievable. You were right. He just wouldn’t let go. He wouldn’t give up on seeing that...that wretched bitch.

Why did you let this piss you off so much and why were you overstepping...You had no right…

Perhaps it was because you’d fallen for Taeil and seeing him jeopardize his fate over this woman infuriated you like nothing else had.

The full moon was out that night and you couldn’t help but yell in fury at the sky.

Someone crept up behind you and with his claws, he scratched deeply into your collarbone. “Hey, what the fuck?!”

You turned around to find a werewolf before you. It was a literal wolf on two legs. His muscles protruded like that of a man’s but they were so large...You knew he could easily snap your neck with a quick movement of his hands. His tawny coat shined in the moonlight. His brown eyes watched you, expectantly.

You were about to get on your knees and beg for mercy.

You saw a group of people lingering beside the werewolf. You remembered them. They were a part of Yuta’s pack.

“Yuta?” You finally connected the dots and realized the wolf who scratched you was Yuta. You hadn’t seen him since that first time.

He had been a werewolf, after all. But why had he transformed? Why was he here? Why had he done this to you?

You winced slightly at the scrapes and monitored them as they quickly vanished. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Yuta’s fur vanished as he transformed back into his human self. He was shirtless but his pair of jeans remained on. “Y/n, I wanted to confirm something…”

You frowned. “What?”

“The scratch of the alpha is borderline lethal to any outsider of the pack...So any pack member or...descendant of that pack member can heal from his bite…”

You laughed nervously, confused. You wanted to get the hell out of here. Where the bloody hell was your Uber? “Uh...That’s interesting, I guess.”

“Can’t you see, y/n? I’m the alpha of the Nakamoto clan. You’ve healed from my scratches...Which means…”

You demanded, “What does it mean?”  

“It means you are a descendant of this clan, y/n…”

You shook your head. “No...That’s...Impossible. I’m not a werewolf…”

“You were adopted at five months, y/n...Your parents perished in a war against the vampires...Your parents led normal lives as humans for as long as they could...Much to the disappointment of my father.”

“Yuta, you don’t know what you’re saying…”

“I do, y/n. The pack and I have uncovered everything about you and your family history. You’re a werewolf. An unawakened one.”

“No…”

“Explain how your bite healed. The only way you could enter Sinema of your own accord is if you possessed supernatural blood. And werewolf blood is as supernatural as it gets.”

“Yuta, please, you’ve got the wrong person...I don’t know why you bit me and why it healed. Maybe it’s some magic trick you pulled off to please your pack...I’ve had a shitty night so if you don’t mind, I’d like to go home,” you said, checking your phone for the arrival of your Uber. It was arriving.

“Y/n!”

The Uber pulled up and you turned to him. “Just leave me alone.”

___

You visited your parents the next day. You asked them about where they’d adopted you from. They’d always been very mum about the details.

“Someone told me something crazy the other day,” you said to them as the three of you shared dinner with your adopted younger siblings.

Your parents both looked at each other, concerned.

“He said my biological parents were werewolves!” You laughed in disbelief. “How crazy is that?”

Your parents eyed each other again.

Your mom started, “Who is this man?”

“Mom, I believe the proper response is ‘That man is crazy. Where did he get that kind of story?’”

You knew your parents were hiding something and you wanted to hear the truth from them.

Your father scratched his neck as he took off his glasses. Your younger siblings all eyed each other uncomfortably.

“Why aren’t you guys saying anything?” You asked.

Your dad said, “Y/n...We hoped for you to never find out.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Dad, you’re scaring me...Find out what?”

Your parents went on to tell you about the incidents you had when you turned eleven. After you’d had your first period, you began to experience terrible mood swings and throw tantrums left and right around the time the full moon occurred. And when you turned thirteen and the first full moon following your birthday occurred…

You’d attacked a neighbor who was walking their dog.

You’d grown teeth and hair all over your body that night. You’d become a wolf, according to your parents.

Once the night had ended, you’d transformed into a human again and fallen asleep.

Your neighbors never knew that it had been you. Your parents helped your attacked neighbor get to a hospital and they reported an animal attack in the neighborhood. Your neighbor couldn’t remember anything.

But her dog never forgot and hated you.

Your parents got a hold of the adoption agency and they had no information on your birth parents besides their names. Your parents then got in touch with a psychic, who referred them to a witch. They took you to the witch and she told them you were an unawakened werewolf. You were a fledgling. Unless you received the bite of an alpha werewolf and acquired your position in the pack, you were susceptible to these monthly full moon transformations and since you hadn’t been awakened, it would be even worse and dangerous for those around you. So the witch concocted a potion that would suppress your fledgling urges but it was critical that you consumed it each month.

Which explained why your parents were always so adamant for you to come home every month for dinner. They put the potion in your dinner. So you were able to suppress your urges up until this point.

Could this be the reason why you felt so unfulfilled? Because you never explored your true nature? Your parents never gave you the choice to control it.

Your parents had good intentions but you had the option to meet the pack all of these years...And you never knew.

You’d always felt like a part of you had been missing and your trip to Sinema had done the trick to lead you to the truth.

___

Back in your dorm and without having ingested the potion your parents had given, you’d only had a few days until the full moon. You were resolved to speak to Yuta.

You’d gotten out of the shower, letting out a shaky breath from all of the bundled up nerves you carried. You were shocked to find Taeil standing in your common room that you shared with your roommates. They were all away for the day.

“Taeil!” You started as you covered your towel more tightly around you.

“I heard,” Taeil started, worry etched all over his face, “If I could kill Yuta, I would…”

“Taeil, I’m going to him,” you started.

“What?” He asked.

“I’m going to be awakened by him.”

He looked at you in disbelief. “Y/n, what are you-”

“I’m an unawakened werewolf, Taeil. My biological parents were werewolves and if I don’t receive the official bite of the alpha, I’m going to suffer by the influence of the full moon.”

“Y/n, the full moon is in two weeks!”

“I know…” You said.

Taeil sighed. “Y/n, you have a chance to be away from the supernatural world. To avoid the dangers of these creatures. I know humans are terrible, deceitful, and cruel...But the supernatural doesn’t fare better. You didn’t grow up in this world. It could consume you and spit you right back out…”

You were resolved, though. You longed to explore more of the world and to embrace the part of you that had always been neglected. “Taeil, I’ve made my decision. My family has respected it. And I hope you will, too.”

A tear escaped Taeil’s eye. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t left you alone…”

You shook your head as you wished to embrace him. “Taeil, this isn’t on you. This opened my eyes. My path is more defined now...Who knows what awaits me once I awaken? That’s for me to find out.”

Taeil extended his hand out and pretended to caress your face. “There’s nothing I can say to make you change your mind, is there?”

“No,” you said, as you leaned closer to his transparent hand.

He smiled weakly. “Y/n, I’ve thought a lot about it and you were right...I’ve given up on visiting Lexa.”

You opened your mouth wide. “Really?”

Taeil avoided your stare as he stared at the potted plant by the window. “I...wanted to stay longer but...we’re both meant to part ways...And I’m not happy...Terrorizing Lexa hasn’t given me any sense of fulfillment. Temporary pleasure? Yes...But I long to find that peace.”

You cried. “Taeil, I’m so happy to hear that. And you will find that peace, I promise you.”

“In the meantime, I’ll be by your side as you head into your next chapter.”

You smiled at him and didn’t realize your towel slipped to the floor.

“Y/n…” Taeil coughed as he quickly turned red and turned around.

“What?” You frowned.

Without looking at you, he pointed to the towel on the floor.

“Shit!” You exclaimed. But then, you watched Taeil...He was blushing…

“Did it hurt that much to look at my body, Taeil?” You asked, quietly.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“It’s okay...You can look…”

Taeil turned and was shocked to see you still unclothed.

You gave him a flirty smile. “I know we can’t touch...But it doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, right?”

You got onto your bed and slowly began to tease your clit and Taeil’s jaw nearly fell to the floor. He adored every inch of you as he scanned your body and worked his hardest to commit it all to memory.

You could see his member grow in his pants. He immediately gripped his gorgeous length and pleasured himself alongside you.

“I wish I could feel your heavenly cock on my clit…” You told him.

He grunted. “Heaven can wait...This is real paradise...Here with you.”

You muttered sweet nothings to each other and imagined that you made love to each other that day.

___

You and Taeil were more inseparable than before. Because you knew your days together were numbered.

The full moon arrived and Yuta had agreed that this was the ideal time for your initiation into his pack. You would be able to absorb the moon’s power as you transformed from Yuta’s bite.

Yuta invited you to his mansion in the woods not too far outside of town. His pack members were present and they’d arranged a massive bonfire at the center in honor of your awakening.

Taeil was right beside you, much to the chagrin of the rest of the pack members. But what could they do? Drag him out? When they couldn’t even lay a finger on him?

Yuta was dressed in his best tuxedo as he recited the pack’s code of conduct to you and welcomed you into their pack. He transformed into his wolf form and at the brightest the full moon had been, you’d taken on your fledgling form. You howled at the moon and became rabid. Yuta knew what he had to do.

Taeil watched you in concern but Yuta had sworn to protect you. For you would be one of his family soon enough. So Taeil had no choice but to trust him.

Yuta bit into your collarbone and your eyes shifted from their usual color and into a bright amber. You felt yourself regain consciousness and became aware of where you were.

“Y/n, do you know who I am?” Yuta asked.

You nodded.

Yuta continued, “Good. You are now a fully awakened werewolf. Harness your abilities with honor and know that you have a family in the Nakamoto clan forever.”

“Hear hear!” The pack members yelled out.

You’d reverted back into your human form through your own accord. You were shocked at how quickly you could turn back.

You ran over to Taeil and he beamed at you. “How do you feel?”

“I feel...whole...Fulfilled...I have no idea what will happen next but it’s a new kind of uncertainty...And I like it.”

Taeil said, “I’m glad, y/n…”

He started to pixelate before you and his voice began to fade.

Your smile faded. “Taeil?”

“I think God wanted me to stick around for this momentous occasion...Before he summoned me…”

You couldn’t help the tears that escaped you. “Taeil, I love you.”

He cried with you. “I love you, too. I will see you up there...Soon. I’d better be the first person you look up when you ascend, you hear me?”

You wrapped your arms around him and to your shock. To everyone’s shock at the party...You could feel Taeil. He was muscular and the warmth of his body was like the fuzziest blanket wrapped around you after the worst day. He felt wonderful. And you never wanted to let him go.

Taeil longed for the day he could feel your body around his...And it was only at this time when you two had to bid farewell when he could feel you against him. You were strong but at that moment, he held you tenderly. Like you would break at any second. Because this moment was the most fragile. It was fleeting. So you both soaked in the feeling of each other’s bodies as you held each other.

Taeil kissed you and you reciprocated. His lips felt just like you’d imagined them. Soft. Perfect against yours. His kiss was the euphoria you would treasure for the rest of your life.

You released each other.

“Goodbye, Moon,” you teased. You made a play at his last name. Since you were a werewolf now, you’d be highly influenced by the activity of the moon.

He joked back. “Goodbye, Wolfie. Don’t forget to howl at me once in a while. It’s kinda hot...” The cliche of werewolves howling at the moon was actually a common practice for them.

You shook your head and laughed as he faded away. You cried hard that night, missing him already.

Yuta and his pack comforted you as you cried. They celebrated you and they mourned with you. This pack had become your family.

___

Taeil finally ascended to Heaven. It was a lot like Earth but idealistic. Paradise had everything at his disposal. He could go to the movies and have an unlimited supply of Sour Patch Bats. He finally knew what they tasted like. He could get a foot massage whenever he felt like it. He could play his music and sing to his heart’s content. God was a big fan of Moon Taeil. 

But the thing he loved most was being able to look after the loved ones he left behind.

Now that Taeil had become an angel, he would accumulate power overtime in order to send blessings to the people he loved most.

Especially to you.

____

You’d gotten a better grip on your powers but you were still a long way from being Yuta’s right hand. You’d moved into one of Yuta’s apartment complexes that he owned. You were finishing up your last year of school, as well. Since you’d stabilized your powers, you could carry on with your day-to-day activities. It’s just nighttime that would be unaccounted for.

One day, Yuta visited you.

You greeted him as you welcomed him inside your spacious apartment. He sat down on your L-shaped couch in your living room as you gave him a glass of water. “To what do I owe the pleasure, boss?”

Yuta never visited his pack member’s homes unless it was important business. Usually, he summoned them to a common area, like one of his mansions in the city.

Yuta smiled. “I see you like your new place.”

You nodded. “It beats hearing my roommates screw their boyfriends every other night, I must admit.”

He laughed. “Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

“What’s up? You’re not usually one for small talk...Unless you want to sleep with them...And that girl isn’t here at the moment.” You knew about Yuta’s tumultuous relationship with Sinema’s manager.

Yuta blushed then. “You...Knock it off.”

You laughed heartily, then. You two had developed an older brother little sister relationship. Yuta was able to uncover more information about your parents and your extended family. He’d been extremely helpful during this time, providing financial support not only to you but your entire family.

When Yuta said the pack was a family, he really meant it.

Yuta was mulling over his next words and he gave you a solemn look. The light, breezy mood had quickly vanished.

The power the alpha held to control the room.

He said, “Y/n, prepare your things. The war is about to begin.”

[Fin...Or is it?]

Stay tuned for the next spooky story...

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[hermannsthumb]

42 + 67?

42. The Big Damn Kiss + 67. Character in Peril

from fanfiction trope mashup here

i always liked to imagine this is what happened before newt is sent back out for another brain hehe...yes this prompt is from two years ago what about it

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Newt thinks he’s lucky, in a sense, that the ordeal of drifting alone with a kaiju brain was evidently so traumatizing that his brain just sorta fucked off and refuses to remember any of the pain. Try as he might, Newt can’t remember that pain; he remembers initiating the drift, and he remembers (in nauseating flashes) what he saw in the drift, and he remembers Hermann falling to his knees and shouting at him, but when he tries to remember how it felt--hitting the floor, busting his eye, seizing, playing host to a fucking hivemind--he just can’t. It’s nothing but fuzzy static.

Probably for the best. His brain might explode, otherwise. 

Hermann has been eyeing him up across the room since Pentecost left with strict instructions for Newt to go ahead and do exactly what he just did, but this time, sort of more legally. He looks anxious. Anxious, and concerned. He’s barely said ten words since his earlier outburst caused Pentecost to snap at him. “You good?” Newt says. If anyone should be anxious, it’s him, being sent out to find a fucking mobster in the middle of the apocalypse. Unbelievable. If Newt was still getting paid, he’d say he deserved a raise.

To his surprise, Hermann shakes his head. He doesn’t offer anything else.

“Alright,” Newt says, and shrugs. He wouldn’t be surprised if Hermann was pissed at him over it all, not only for directly ignoring his warnings, advice, and outright threats about a solo kaiju brain drift, but for it actually working and Newt being right. It’s the kind of thing Hermann would be pissed about.

He pulls on his leather jacket and swaps out the tissue jammed up his nose for a fresh one. The blood flow seems to be slowing down--good. Maybe Newt can take it out soon. It would be supremely uncool to confront a mobster like this, after all. “I thought you were dead,” Hermann says.

Newt looks up. “Huh?”

“I thought you were dead,” Hermann says, louder this time. “When I found you. You weren’t--” He works his jaw furiously. “You were--sitting there. Shaking. I tried to speak to you, and you weren’t...”

It’s then that Newt realizes how pale Hermann is, how shaky, how heavily he’s leaning on his cane, like he’s three seconds from toppling to the ground. He chalked Hermann’s silence up to embarrassment over being reprimanded before, but now... Newt spreads his arms open in a weak display of false bravado. “Not yet, dude,” he says. “Still standing. Aw, fuck--”

His nose chooses that moment to twinge with pain again, and--wincing--he feels a fresh gush of blood staining the tissue. Not exactly the reassuring gesture he’d been hoping for.

Hermann rushes forward before Newt can even make to touch the tissue, and tugs it out himself. “Look at you,” he tsks. “You’re--you’re quite the wreck, aren’t you? We ought to fix you up.”

“Uh,” Newt says.

“Covered in blood,” Hermann says, “hair a mess, oh, and your collar--”

His voice is calm, too calm, a thin veneer over something horrible and trembling Newt’s never heard from Hermann before. He doesn’t sound angry. He doesn’t sound like he’s going to start shouting again. He sounds like--well, he sounds like he’s about to cry. “Hermann?” Newt says.

Hermann flattens down the top of Newt’s hair, then the sides. He fixes the collar of Newt’s jacket. He pulls a small white handkerchief from his pocket and presses it to Newt’s bleeding nostril, pinching it slightly. “Almost finished,” he says, not meeting Newt’s eyes. “We can’t have you making a bad first impression, now, can we?”

“I guess not?” Newt says. 

“Not when,” Hermann begins, but his voice cracks, and Newt feels a sudden surge of guilt, “ah, not when so much is--is at stake.”

“Hermann,” Newt tries again, softer this time. He can’t remember the last time Hermann touched him like this--or if Hermann’s ever touched him like this. They don’t make a habit of that sort of thing. (He thinks he might remember Hermann stroking his hair as he came out of his drift, or tugging him half-into his lap, but everything’s still so confusing.)

Hermann says nothing, pulling away the handkerchief and tsking again. “Hm...” He licks his thumb and scrubs away the dried blood above Newt’s lip, then tucks the handkerchief into Newt’s pocket. He pats Newt’s cheek when he’s satisfied. “There we are. There’s nothing to be done about your eye, I’m afraid, but...”

“Look, dude,” Newt tries. He catches Hermann’s hand before he can pull it away, unsure of even why he does it, and licks his lips. He thinks he also remembers one of those hands (a little too big, unpracticed and clumsy in human contact) wrapped around his jaw as he came to. “I’m sorry about--”

Hermann shakes his head. “It’s no matter,” he says, briskly, and then--to Newt’s extreme surprise--he clasps his arms around Newt for the awkwardest hug of all time. Newt feels him give a shuddering breath against his shoulder. (What the fuck?) “Be careful, Newton,” he says, and squeezes Newt tighter.

“Uh,” Newt says. He laughs, bewildered, and gives Hermann’s back an equally awkward pat. “I’ll try, dude. No promises.”

Hermann lets go. “Very well,” he says. He nods; his posture stiffens; his face becomes a cool, stoic mask, not a trace of his sudden outburst of emotions remaining. Hermann’s always been a master of that sort of thing. “Then--off you go, I suppose.”

Newt’s halfway towards the door when a frantic clacking and a “Newton!” behind him make him freeze in place. Then Hermann is gripping his shoulders and reeling him around for a fierce kiss.

It’s as clumsy and unpracticed as Hermann’s touches; their teeth click, and so do their glasses. Newt melts into it nonetheless. “For good luck,” Hermann tells him, breathlessly, and he pats in the vague direction of Newt’s cheek again like he can’t quite figure out what to do.

“Cool,” Newt squeaks.

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[yoonchrisgull]

Captain Park || pjm (1)

-> Synopsis: "A salty pirate needs his beautiful mermaid." 

 He appears and claims he wouldn't hurt her. She chooses not to trust him and escapes before he can get to her. A wee did she knew, the King of the Seven Seas and of all Pirates was hunting her down for a total different reason than she thought. 

-> Pairing: captain jimin x princess reader

-> Genre: romance . Fluff . Smut (in future chapters)

-> Words: 12k Word

-> Chapters: preview - 1 - 2

-> Warning: kidnapping, betrayal, almost death (the old pirate way), again betrayal cause no one is trustworthy, gentleman jimin, yellow teeth cause they pirates, smelly boys (they think being clean is uncool), jimin is such a softy ya’ll will fall in love, magic ship and shits, jimin is too sexy (you have been warned)

-> About: jimin is a dom daddy pirate, he literally controls the seven seas and its really really really attractive, reader is soft and lovable, jimin is really soft for the reader, he is literally whipped and could eat her red apple cheeks for breakfast if she lets him, stinky jimin cause he pirate, loyal sailors tae and hobi, taehyung is a manhoe at start but he’s our manhoe so its okay, he also loves slurping y/n’s lobsters, hobi is a huge shipper of his captain and reader, yoongi is the god of mischief, jin raised reader to be his best friend, baby txt on their way to wreck your life.

-> In: Narrative POV, Third person POV 

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The wind stays hitched between her air pipe, her lungs already giving up in an attempt to release a large breath as she held it like a prisoner in it's cage.

The organ placed down at the pit of her stomach turns at the scene before her.

Blood sprinkled everywhere like sparks of fireworks, instead this specific liquid was not even close enough to be mentioned next to the latter.

She stood stiff inside the darkness of the closet meant for placing formal wear and peeked out from the gap provided in between the two closed portals.

Memories hit her like a downer at the moment.

She had been here before.

She had seen the same sailors attacking. She had seen the same crimson blood coming from the individual’s bodies.

The only difference this time was that it wasn't her parents who were being brutally murdered nor was she still too small and naive to not know what was actually happening before her.

The sailors and guards of the former King of The Seven Seas, Pirateer Kang have once again decided to attack the developed village born in between the seas of Amnok and Tuman in Joseon Korea.

And yet again they have decided to barge into the large residence of the murdered King Yoon of Joseon to steal and kill whatever or whoever they wanted.

'Not again..'

The murder of her parents taking place right before her eyes has left a dark stain on her once innocent mind and it has led her here, alone and angered.

The anger she felt inside her has turned into a pure form of hatred and it has been mocking her for revenge.

The only source of hope that has kept her inside the boarders of  sanity was the group of fired and wasted sailors she had met a few years ago.

They had promised to help her. They would help her get her revenge from the ones who were involved in the murder of her parents.

"Ahoy! Come out come out where ever you are!"

She placed a hand over her mouth and backed away from the door when a hoarse voice hit her eardrums.

They are here to get her. She knows it.

She forced herself not to wince as two figures walked past the closet with heavy steps.

'Where are they?' She wonders on the late presence of her own seamen.

She let out a shaking sigh and leaned in to check if the sailors were gone. She blinked when she no longer felt their presence in the room.

'Are they gone?'

Silence decided to step in and wrench the walls of the chamber with an echoing mock.

Just as she thought that she was finally left alone, the portal of the closet harshly jerks open.

She let out a squeal and immediately backed away.

She looked up at the two figures now standing before her with wide eyes and her heart skips a beat in fear.

One of the sailor smirks, his teeth that were attacked with the lash of fungi scaring her to the tips of her toes.

"Found ya!" With that, both of the males jump at her.

She immediately crouched down and let her body slide out from the gap in between their bodies.

With quick moments, she turned around and placed both her palms on their backs and pushed both of their bodies inside the closet with all her might.

The males, caught off guard let out “oofs” of surprise and she hurriedly closed the portal of the closet behind them.

Not surprised, Pirateer Kang's sailors were always the slower, low witted ones.

She picks up the lower part of her large white night dress and makes a run towards the portal of her chamber.

She turned left the moment she got out and started to sprint towards the grand entrance downstairs.

And that was when she realized how the residence of her murdered father, King Yoon was a chaotic mess.

Maids running around trying to save themselves while the sailors took anything they could with them.

She immediately ducked down when a white, clay vase came flying towards her.

The vase hit one of the sailors behind her and disappointment hit her when she noticed the pieces falling to the ground.

The flower vase was gifted to her by her father.

"Y/n!" Her ears perks up at the familiar voice and she turns her head around once she hears it.

"Jin!" A sigh leaves her lips and she hurriedly walks up to a rather calm looking approaching male.

He takes a hold of her hand the moment they reach each other and starts to direct her upstairs. "You alright?"

"I am. Who are these men?" Y/n questions, a delicate hand holding her dress up as to prevent herself from stumbling and falling.

"They are here for you. Kang is close to the boarders." Jin informs, leading her up the stairs.

"Shouldn't we go outside? This may be our chance to make a move." Y/n inquires, not understanding his motives yet still following him.

She didn't have any chances.

Jin shakes his head. "No princess. You have to stay low right now. Use your father's secret passageway to skip out of the residence. We have to leave! Now!"

Y/n stared at him for a second with furrowed brows and dropped her shoulders as the male nodded at her.

"Make sure to take your father's secret way to go outside. We will meet at the back. I will go get the others." Jin says, before turning around and sprinting off downstairs.

Y/n released her gown and walked inside the working chamber that belonged to her father and locked the door behind her.

She sighs, letting her eyes trail over every part of the work place.

She remembered how she used to play around in here, not letting her father work for even a little bit.

She was going to be leaving soon, does that mean she will loose this place? Will she loose the place she was raised in?

"You have to continue to remain strong. We have to take revenge."

She lets Jin's words, one of her sailor friends, pass through her brain causing her to sigh.

She walks up to the gigantic book rack of her deceased father's library and pulls out a specific book.

The ground vibrates beneath her and she watched as one of the columns of the rack starts to move inside the wall, slowly revealing a passageway.

She puts the book back in its place and enters the cave like darkness.

Y/n grabs a hold of her necklace that dangles from around her neck and closes the rack behind her.

Something was telling her to not go further inside.

But she trust Jin. He won't betray her.

He had promised her that he would help her get revenge.

She walked further into the cave, the torches attached to the walls allowing her to see.

She tightened her hold around the necklace and took a turn to the left.

Her body suddenly froze when her eyes landed upon the scene in front of her.

Her heart skips a beat and she backs away in shock.

"Welcome, princess!"

King Kang stood before her, chin held high as he stare at her in amusement, a smirk holding his features.

He finally got her.

Y/n stirs, her mind drowsy and heavy from sleep and she slowly stretches out.

A groan leaves past her lips when her body resisted the urge, feeling as if it was bonded to this place by a force.

She slightly opens her eyes, hearing voices and shouts from everywhere around her.

She sat there for a minute, adjusting her eyes and focusing her mind back to reality.

"Yo Ho Ho! Captain Kang, the girl is back from her dreamland." A loud clear voice booms up from somewhere to the mentioned being.

Her eyes snap open at that and she immediately sits up and looks around at the environment and happenings around her.

Males, sailors and workers surrounded her, each one of them tended to their own work of pulling ropes, climbing the shrouds and balancing the wheel of the ship and much more.

'Ship!'

Her eyes widens and she sits up further from her leaning place to look around the hull of the ship.

She was in a ship, and let alone the former, she was in King Kang's ship.

'No! This can not be.'

She was just in her own residence. How did she get here?

Footsteps came her way and it took her a moment to realize that everyone was now staring at her.

She looked down at her hands, only to find them tied up and she soon realizes there’s a rope that goes around her whole body.

Her eyes shift up slowly when she notices someone’s legs show up before her, or to be more specific, a leg appears before her. And the other one had a wooden peg, looking like it had been carved from the bone of a whale. The peg was stuck into one of his cut out legs.

Her eyes trail further up to the individuals face and she soon lets the horror melt down to her heart.

There, right before her, stood King Kang, the captain of the ship she was currently flowing on.

The face she knew she could never forgot. The person who had killed her parents with his own hands. The one who had ruined her life in the span of a few seconds.

He was standing before her, all mighty and tall, his face has wrinkled from the last time she had seen him and the more she stare at him, the more she felt her hatred bubbling up.

"What do you want from me?" She speaks up, her glare piercing as it dug into him with the force of a bullet.

The captain lets out a chuckle of amusement. "Getting in to the concern straight ahead. Brave girl. If your father was to be present, he would have patted your adorable little head for your bravery."

Y/n’s eyebrow twitched, having no motive but to just jump on him and claw his eye out. Words bitter, she spits out. "He would have if his life wasn’t taken from him by the very person who has some nerve to stand before me."

A slight shock passes through his eyes, then suddenly he begins to laugh humorously, his sailors following after him like they have just heard the joke of the seventh sea.

"Avast ye, my sailors." He calls out to his sailors who already have all their attention on him. "The little girl knows who has murdered her father."

"Yes! I murdered him and your mother. But i was not at fault. The target was someone else. They were the ones who came in between a shot arrow." Captain Kang spoke up, walking towards the chain edge with the help of a wooden stick in his hand.

Y/n furrowed her brows. “Another target?"

The male look out at the deep sea and smirks. "You!" He then turns around and grins almost evily. "You were the reason they died."

The woman's eyes widen and she releases a breath.

No way.

It can not be.

'He's lying.'

"Stop lying." She spits.

The male tilts his head and hums, showing his fake disappointment. "What would i get from lying? What is done is done! Your precious family is gone and your oh so loyal friends have also deceived you."

"They did not." Y/n denies, even though the truth had been lumping in her throat from the moment she saw Captain Kang inside her father's secret passageway.

Jin promised to help her but he betrayed her and now she is aware of that.

"Oh but he did. All of them did. They were not even on your side from the beginn--"

"Stop!" She shouts. "Just stop!" Her hands were shaking, her eyes had welled up with tears, yet she did not let him see her weakness.

She did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her breaking down.

Captain Kang grumbles. "Oh well. You have none to be with. They all are gone now and now....it is your turn."

She snaps her head up at him.

Is he going to kill her?

"What? I am doing you a favour. You will meet your papa up there soon." The Captain grins before turning and ordering out his sailors with a booming voice.

"Take out the plank. Our princess is going to walk to meet her death."

Order was said and every sailor got to their work, yelling out to their fellow sailors as they ready her death.

Y/n just stares at him with shock and horror but at the same time she displays a visage of pure hatred.

Is this the end? Is he going to kill her without telling her the reason?

He had already killed her parents and now, she is going to die without knowing the reason of her death.

But yet in some ways, he was completely right.

She’s alone.

Everyone she knew had left her. Their words and friendship were never genuine not even one bit.

She was a lone woman. How will she even get her revenge if she didn’t manage to get out of here?

Lost deep in thoughts, she did not realize how she ended up standing on the edge of the deck, a small plank now in front of her.

She glanced down at the deep blue sea water, waiting to swallow her whole.

Nothing more had scared her than the sea itself.

She had always run away from the ocean. Who knew she would end up dying inside of it?

She took a step further towards the plank, ignoring the whistles and wolf calls from the sailors behind her.

she breaths out, letting the wind wipe past her hair as she stares at the setting sun that was accompanied with light shades of orange.

She took another shaky step, her hands bound to each other with a rope.

'This is the end.'

Her ears suddenly buzzed, feeling the hot air furiously whipping behind her.

Her whole world shakes. She stumbles on her toes as she hears a sailor scream out behind her.

"Captain!! We've been attacked!"

Everything turns into a sudden chaotic mess, hearing shouts and panic people falling out of the deck to the ocean to save their lives, yet she stays frozen in her place.

"He's here! The king of the Seven Seas is here!"

She slowly turns around at the blabbering words of the sailors and a gasp leaves past her lips.

Right before her, stood a ship so giant that it was combined with almost three of the current ship she was in.

Darkness radiated off of the whole ship, and what scared her more was the black flag that swayed from on top of the mast, carrying a skull that looked too real to be called a drawn one.

She was not the one who has walked to her death now. The death has walked up to her.

She stood there absolutely shocked, her legs carrying all her weight on the plank as she stared up at the ship that was intimidatingly hovering over King Kang's ship.

Sailors and guards were panicking, some deciding to  jump off of the ship to survive, while some decided to not run away from the battlefield by staying inside the ship.

Y/n felt a hand latching onto her wrist before the figure pulled her down from the plank.

Her first instinct was to fight against the hold of the unknown, trying to jerk her body away. "Let me go!"

The male pulled her closer and shushed her. "Stop fighting. I'm trying to save you.”

This was said and the female began to feel a tiny bit calmer as she looked up at the unknown male.

He was broad, giant even. And she couldn’t deny the fact that he was breathtaking either. His fit was as clean as freshly new washed cloths while he sternly stared down at her.

"Come with me." The male mumbled, before pulling her with him.

Y/n stared at his back as she was blankly carried away.

He's one of King Kang's men.

Why is he helping her?

She opened her mouth to question his act of kindness when all of a sudden, a booming voice halts her.

"Captain Kang." It was a mischievous call causing Y/n to turn her head towards the source.

Her steps slowed down slightly when her eyes land upon a man leaning on the shrouds of the other ship.

His clothing was definitely that of a pirate, figure lean and big as he playfully swung the sword around his hand.

"What do you want, Captain Park?" Kang spat out, his shoulders hunched as he glared up at the young looking male.

'Captain Park!!'

Y/n's eyes widens, looking up at the handsome looking male who was smirking.

"No hate. You just have something precious of mine." Captain Park speaks, twirling his body skillfully around the rope of the shroud without fear of falling down into the sea. "And I'm here to get it back."

The unknown male suddenly picks up his pace, dragging Y/n away, pulling her towards somewhere she was not aware of.

"Where are you taking me?" She questioned, her eyes not pulling away from Captain Park.

"You have to leave.” The male states, making her turn to him.

"What?"

He stopped and turned his head to her. "Try to understand, young lady. This place is not safe for you anymore."

"Yeah and when was it ever safe for me in the first place." She sarcastically spoke out.

The male sighs out of irritation. "Look, at least Captain Kang gave you permission to die, Captain Park over there would not even do that."

With that, he started to pull her away again.

Y/n dropped her shoulders and turned around to glance at the newly entered Captain again, but to no avail, she could not see him anymore as she now was too far away.

The male came to a stop in front of a small hanging ship and worked to bring it down to the wooden ground of the deck.

Y/n stared at him, wondering as to why he, a man of King Kang, who was for an unknown reason trying to kill her, was helping her out.

The ship hit the ground with a thud and the male worked to push it out of the deck, so that he could easily pull it down to the sea once she got in.

He then turned towards her and ordered. "Get in."

Y/n blinked at him before speaking up. "Why are you helping me?"

The male stared back at her for a second before turning his head away. "That I can not tell you."

Y/n frowned before taking a step towards him. "What is your name then?"

The male released a breath and approached her. He then grabbed a hold of her waist and without any difficulty, he raised her small figure and put her inside the small ship.

Y/n tried to hide her shock at his sudden act and pulled her legs inside the ship and pursed her lips at his absence of an answer.

"You would be able to successfully escape if you continue South, there is a town on that side. Find a safe shelter there and please stay hidden. Captain Kang would not give up on finding you, especially if Captain Park decides to sink this ship."

Y/n stared at him in disbelief. All she asked was his name and his motive in helping her and he replied with everything except the answer of the question she had asked him.

"You are unbelievable!"

The male, for the first time, chuckled out, the stern crease of his brow turning up in amusement as a dimple introduced itself in one of his cheeks.

"Stay safe." He spoke out, slowly pulling on the rope and Y/n felt herself moving down as the ship drifted out from Captain Kang's ship. "And it's Kim Namjoon."

He finally answered her question and a small smile welcomes Y/n's features.

"Thank you, Kim Namjoon." She beamed before he slowly disappeared from her sight.

She grabbed a hold of the side of the small boat, feeling it slowly hitting the waves of the sea beneath her.

Her heart skipped a beat as the scent of the ocean and freedom filled her senses, the waves drifting her further away from the two large ships.

"Where's the girl?" Her shoulders immediately tense up when she hears the angered voice of Captain Park echoing throughout the sea and she swore she heard the sea beneath her growling too.

As if the sea was also a part of him.

She looked back at the two ships that were facing each other and found them pretty far away from her as her boat hurriedly drifted away from them.

She sighed out and dropped her shoulders in relief as the ocean took her towards the South.

She escaped.

She managed to escape from two of the most well-known pirates without a single wound.

But this meant she now knew that she was no longer safe.

--

The captain of the enormous ship nibbled at the bottle of rum as he stared out at the sea that danced for him in the form of waves.

"I say you do not take much concern, ey captain."

A voice speaks out behind him and the male grunts.

"He took what belongs to me. And he had the nerve to lie." The male spat out before gulping down the rum in his hand.

The sailor let out a sigh behind him. "But captain, even you are aware that captain Kang never lies."

This makes the captain snap his head back at his sailor. "Then why did he abduct her? And where is she now?"

The sailor dropped his shoulders. "We looked through the whole ship. Her presence was not there."

"Then where is she?" The captain mumbles, sounding like all chances are gone.

His sailor bit his lip, concern displayed in his eyes.

The king of seven seas was never hopeless.

He had hope on his side.

He had power in him.

This was the first for him and all of them.

"Captain Park.." The loyal sailor calls slowly and carefully. "I have a feeling that she has escaped to sea. She might still be in the ocean."

Captain Park lets his words go through his mind and a silence clouds upon them.

How was he so late on getting there?

How did she manage to escape and how did he not notice?

All of this was a mystery to him and he could not help but let a lump of anger build into his throat.

"It seems like a storm will form." The sailor behind him mumbled and the captain looked up at “his” ocean.

The waves rolled against each other and the sky was dark, not a single star nor the moon in sight as they were covered with the dominance of dark clouds.

His ocean hair flying back with the wind as he mumbled out.

"I will let you take control then." He calls out to the waves. "Take care of her like you take care of your sunken ships."

--

Y/n coughed, her lungs stretching with the force of her throat inhaling the air that was hesitating to enter her body.

She raised her head slowly, her eyes blurry from all the water and sand that has entered through her eyelids.

A groan leaves past her lips when she feels her head spinning, her body slightly yet painfully numb.

With much difficulty, she sits up and blinks a few times to clear her vision.

The cold wind runs past her figure, goosebumps raising over her skin.

She looks down at her attire and finds it wet with sea water, sand sticking to many parts of her clothes and legs like glue.

She reaches out and dusts off some of the sand, looking up towards the sea that had just oh-so-carefully led her towards the seaside.

She pulled her hair back by brushing a hand through it and tried to remember all that happened last night.

It was something unusual.

She remembered it clearly.

The forming of a big bubble around her body when she was slowly drowning in the vast sea due to the storm.

The fact that she could breathe inside the unusual water bubble.

The fact that it took her safely towards the South after she almost drowned was even more unusual.

She dusted off the sand from her elbow and stood up, all the while feeling the silk of her dress soaked.

She walked up towards the seashore and bent down to wash her legs and hands.

"A survivor, huh."

She flinches and immediately turns her head behind at the playful voice and wanders her eyes to spot the individual.

With no luck, she finds no one behind her.

"And a woman at that." The individual who seems to be a male speaks again and she directs her gaze up at the abandon broken ship that was resting on the right side of the shore, right before an enormous mountain.

Her eyes catch a figure leaning on one of the broken masts of the ship causing her to take a step back.

Her eyes narrow at his carefree figure and he smiles at her. "Huh?"

"You survived the storm last night. Are you not just a lucky woman, ey!" He chuckles, rounding the mast almost resembling what Captain Park did yesterday.

She pursed her lips and stared at his attire. "Some people are really fortunate sometimes."

The male nods and jumps down to the ground from the edge of the hull. "Indeed. The sea took your side."

"Is this the South?" She asks, looking around at the area that seemed to only have a heavy green forest and mountains on it's lands.

The male ambles towards her slowly. "It is."

She nods. "I am lucky enough then."

She then turns to him, all the while keeping her senses high. "Who are you?"

The male tilts his head to the side. "Curious i see."

Y/n resists the urge to roll her eyes and waits for him to answer her properly.

"I'm Kim Taehyung, a mighty sailor." He takes off his hat and bends down to introduce himself.

Y/n nods, keeping her distance.

"And may i have the grace of knowing this beautiful lady’s name?" He questions, putting his hat back on.

The female hesitates before speaking. "It is Y/n."

She does not tell him too much and that seems to satisfy the male enough as he nods.

"Well..my lady, it is lovely to be in your presence. And as you have landed in this area, let a great sailor like me lead you inside this hidden island."

'Hidden?'

Y/n furrowed her brows at his words as she turns towards the deep forest.

A gasp leaves her lips when she no longer finds the greenery born there.

It was replaced with lots of homes and life as many people continued their tasks and conversations with no sign of any threats nearby.

"Welcome to the hidden heart of Korea"

Y/n's eyes widen as she stared at the many males and females wandering around the small town-like civilization, carefree, seeming to be living there life to the fullest.

"Ya like this place, my lady?" Taehyung grins proudly, hands placed over his hips as he stared at the place like it was his creation.

Y/n nods in awe, her mouth parting as she starts to amble towards the town, her curiosity taking over.

The male smirked and followed behind her.

"If you do not mind me questioning, what brought you here?"

Y/n blinked out of her daze, stepping in the town as she peeked around everything. "The waves."

Taehyung sighed, pursing his lips. "Of course, what else!"

Y/n nods, disregarding his sarcastic words as she continues to walk further inside, still in awe.

Who would have known that a whole established town could be found behind an abundant forest.

"This place is huge." She spoke, picking up an almond sample that was displayed outside a street shop and popping it inside her mouth.

Taehyung hums, imitating her actions, however, his sample consisted of a whole fistful of almonds. "It is called the heart of Korea for a reason."

Y/n furrowed her brows and turned to him. "Then why is this place hidden? It should be out there for people to admire."

Taehyung smiles, stepping closer to her. "A heart should always be hidden. If it is attacked, it can stop beating and it will die."

Y/n held her breath, staring at his face that was now closer to hers.

She breathes out when the male smiles and steps away from her.

He starts to walk away and she hurriedly turns to him. "Wait! Then how do you know this place?"

"This island only brings those who it has chosen itself. You and I are one of them." The male explains, walking, all the while sensing the female following after him.

'But someone else lead me here...'

She ran up to him, deciding not to tell him about how exactly she had gotten to this wondrous place .

"How long have you been here?" She questions, her hands fisting up her dress as she tries to pick up his long strides.

"Long enough to know where the treasure is hidden." He mumbles, the smile never leaving his lips.

He stops in his tracks and turns his head around when he feels the female halting her steps.

He raises his brows in amusement when he reads the confusion written all over her face. "Do not worry yourself. It is nothing important."

Y/n dropped her shoulders. "How will I get around here? I am not even familiar with this place."

"Oh ya!" The male speaks out. "Do not be concerned. You have me." He grinned.

The female just stares at him, her gaze not even in the slightest showing any sort of trust in him.

Her expression made him narrow his eyes at her, betrayal plastered all over his face. "I am the first person you’ve met. You have to trust me more than anyone here."

"Look!" She tries to avoid his gaze. "I have not experienced good happenings these past few days. All I need is a safe place to stay." She gave up, feeling even ashamed to be asking for help.

The male pursed his lips, nodding. "You will be safe with me. I have the best place."

-

Y/n grinds her teeth as she glares at Taehyung in annoyance, her figure hidden away in the far corner from everyone's notice.

The male was standing away from her, two skinny females accompanying his sides as they openly flirt with each other.

Drunk people surrounded her, gulping down their rum in big gulps while not even caring about their well-being.

That bastard had brought her to a rum bar that was obviously not legal nor registered.

Taehyung catches her eye and he grins at her, immediately stepping back when he felt the hot, lava-like stare thrown his way.

Y/n watched as he bid both the females goodbye before ambling his way off.

She narrowed her eyes further and crossed her arms over her chest, her foot patting the ground as she waited for him to walk over to her.

"How ya like this place?" He grins and Y/n feels her eye twitch.

"Very much. This place will be a great area to bury your body." She spits and he flinches.

"Why? Are you jealous? Those ravishing women meant nothing to me."

"I am going to kick you between your legs so hard, you will stay childless forever."

The male scrunched his face, his hands cupping his precious between his legs. "Who would have thought that such a fragile woman like you would be this violent."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Please get me out of here. I do not like this even in the slightest bit."

The male straightens his back. "I guess you do not like this place like I thought you would. I have to take you somewhere.." He suddenly steps closer to her. "Magical."

She flinched back, her back hitting the wall and she stares at Taehyung with wide eyes.

"What is with you suddenly stepping in my space?"

Taehyung pulls away slightly and smirks. "What is with you looking so irresistible all the time?"

Y/n scrunches her nose. "I was not joking when I said I will hit you somewhere."

"Okay." The male speaks, stepping away from her for his own good.

Y/n scoffs, pulling her back away from the wall. "Where are you taking me?"

"Like i said." The male turns around and looks over his shoulder. "Somewhere magical."

He starts to walk away and the female hurriedly picks up her pace behind him.

"It better be safe."

The male smirks. "Oh it is."

'Especially for you.' 

---

The male jerked open the wooden portal and pushed the non-living object aside to enter the residence.

He kicks away the small log in front of the entrance and turns towards the female standing behind him.

"After you, my lady." He bows down slightly on his side, his hands displayed in front of her in a royal manner.

Y/n looked over the small, hut-like residence before placing a foot over the step, her hand gripping the night dress she had been wearing since the attack closer to her body.

She could no longer feel the wet fabric, but the cold that came after, like an unwelcomed friend was sending chills down her spine.

She hurriedly yet carefully entered the residence and immediately looked around the inside for hidden dangers.

Once finding none in the entrance, she turned and waited for the male to enter the place too.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows in amusement and freely ambles his presence next to her and further inside.

The female follows after him, oh-so-thankful for the gown that was draped around her body, on top of her night dress.

She could feel her skin eating up the silk as each second passed by.

Could she ask Taehyung for something to wear?

She knew that was embarrassing and he probably had no female clothes, or if that was just what she thought?

He was, after all, a pervert.

She swallowed her pride, parting her lips for her request. "Do you perhaps--"

Cutting her own sentence short, she whipped her head back towards the way she came in.

She swore she just heard a thud.

Her eyes trailed over to the door and her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

The door....it was closed. She does not remember closing it when she followed after Taehyung.

She stands there for a second, her eyes starting to waver as she looks around everywhere.

"My precious, please come inside. I have something for your grace." Taehyung’s voice came from the open area inside the residence and Y/n was immediately snapped out of her train of thoughts.

She blinks.

'It could be the wind..' She said, convincing herself.

'Or some kid who closed it from outside..' She tried calming herself down.

At this point, she knew she should not trust anyone. Especially not with what just happened to her.

But she could not help but feel a little bit safe with Taehyung.

She didn’t know what that meant. Maybe it was the sweet scent he carried around with him.

She quickly discarded everything in her head and took her steps towards the area where the male was.

She entered the small area and looked around. Three to four logs were placed in the middle of the chamber, resembling a dining table and chairs, a poorly built fireplace was born in the corner where Taehyung was now forming the fire.

Y/n sighed out and entered the chamber fully, her first priority being the fireplace to get some sort of warmth soaking into her skin.

Taehyung chuckles when he spots her and continues to throw in small pieces of wood inside the burning fire.

"You must be cold. I have taken out some clothes for you." The male points towards the attire placed on one of the logs.

Y/n looks at the clothes before walking towards them.

She picked up the white shirt and the baggy pants, she had seen many sailors wear whenever they had come to visit the seaside of her father's kingdom. The attire was also accompanied by long leather boats, a small coat to wear over the white shirt, and a feminine pirate hat.

She raised her brows and turned towards the male who was sitting down on one of his knees, hands and mind busy firing the fireplace.

"No female clothes?" She voices out, grabbing his attention.

The male hums. "I may look like a manwhore.." Saying that, he turns his head to her and continues. "But i am not."

Y/n's eyes brighten with amusement before a giggle leaves past her lips. "Who could have thought."

She locked her gaze with his and her expression turned into a confused one when she found him staring at her with wide eyes.

"Woah!" He awes. "This is the first time I have seen you smile." His eyes were dazed, glazed over even, openly expressing how the smallest act from her has affected him.

He could not help it, she was beautiful.

"Trust me when i tell you, this is the first time I have let out a smile in days." She speaks, her eyes directing downwards towards the shirt in her hand as she recalls the state she was in right now.

From a royal chamber room, she was now in an island she did not know even exited, let alone being taken away by King Kang and going through a dangerous storm.

The amount of days in between all these happenings was less than the days she had to breathe happily with her parents when she was young.

"Really? So am I the cause of those heavenly dimples that have decided to greet me in the prettiest of the way?" Taehyung grins, eyes holding pride.

Y/n looked up. "You are. Thank you, Kim Taehyung." She smiles genuinely at him.

If it wasn’t for him, she would still have been wandering around this confusing island.

If she can not trust him completely, she can at least thank him.

Taehyung nods and turns his head back towards the fireplace, hiding away the pink that was now dusting his cheeks. "There is a chamber upstairs. You can change your attire and take a bath if you want."

Y/n hums and glances at the stairs that led the individuals upstairs.

She hesitates but decides to amble towards them anyways.

"Do not feel like a burden and call me if you need any help." He teases.

"You know how much of a gentleman i am-- Wow wow!! I am sorry. I am sorry." The male squeals, falling on his butt while dodging the frames the female throws his way.

"Good ocean! That is violent, woman."

"Think before you speak then." Y/n grumbles back from the stairs.

"I can not help it." The male mumbles, before grinning. "You are too irresistible."

However, the grin on his face immediately melts away like a fragile chunk of ice when the female is out of sight.

"And I am sorry for what will soon happened..."

-

Y/n buttoned up the black coat and placed the pirate hat over her head.

She looked herself over and sighed out.

At this rate, she looked like one of those female pirates she had always looked up to.

And did she like it?

Oh yes she does.

But does she dislike it too?

Of course.

She was used to wearing dresses, being comfortable in clothing she had never worn is a bit hard.

But at least she is warmer and the clothes are a bit too big on her so it is not too revealing.

She opens the portal of the chamber and skips out of the room.

Walking towards the stairs to go down, her footsteps halt when she hears some mumbling downstairs.

She would have thought that it was Taehyung but there were many of them murmuring together, clearly indicating that there were more individuals here.

Her eyes narrow slightly in confusion and she takes a step back.

No! Taehyung did not look like someone who would betray her.

But then again, so did Jin and she had trusted him.

"Please do not be it.." She silently pleads, backing away.

Her figure did not allow her further access as it was stopped by a firm block.

A breathing block.

Her eyes immediately widen at the warm breath over her neck and before she could pull away, an arm suddenly wraps around her and pulls her in.

"Got ya!"

Y/n's eyes widen in horror and she immediately pushes forward to escape the arm that is keeping her still.

But to no avail, she was soon jerked back into the arms of the male and her shoulders immediately tense up when the unknown male moves his mouth closer to her ear.

"I can not let you run away, not again."

Y/n let out a shaky breath and moved her head to the other side so that he could not force her into something she did not want to do.

She was scared.

She didn’t have a single idea as to who this male was, but the tease and tone in his voice somehow reminded her of a familiar voice she had heard before.

"Let me go." She ordered, yet her voice completely gave away her fear.

The male behind her chuckles, his hot breath brushing against her hair. "If i had the intention of letting you go. I would not have caught you from the beginning."

Y/n starts to wiggle in his arms, doing her best to remove them from around her.

By the much hard work she had put into her escape, the male strangely lets her go.

Y/n does not question her sudden release and runs towards the staircase and towards her freedom.

In just some steps in, her curiosity hits her and she turns around to look at her capturer, only to be left frozen for a few seconds.

Captain Park.

It was him. He was there.

And what makes it much worse is that he had let her escape that easily while watching her with amusement filling his eyes.

That’s because he knew he will always catch her anyways.

The female fastened her pace and hurriedly walked down the remaining steps.

She however, halts her steps when her eyes land on the many figures that are standing around the open area of the chamber where Taehyung very was, or more like the whole place.

They all turn to look at her but her eyes only direct towards Taehyung who’s eyes immediately flash with guilt.

And that is when she gives up.

How would she not?

The sailors were everywhere around the residence and the calmness in the male upstairs showed how easy it was to find her, even if she escaped.

So with much regret, she drops her shoulders and grumply drags her steps towards them.

Walking in between the many sailors who could simply not just stop staring at her like she was a three course meal, she comes to a stop in front of the only male she knew.

The steps run down the stairs of Taehyung's residence and soon enters the one and only, the Captain himself.

His posture was carefree like it was the last time, a smile tugged on his lips like a daily act as he walked in further inside the chamber.

Y/n slowly shrinks back at his presence, the mischievous era she felt around him was the opposite of what he had displayed.

He looked and smelled like a living dark nightmare.

Or it could just be the fact that he was the king of the seven seas.

"My mermaid, i am the king of the seven seas, Park Jimin." The male’s broad shoulders bow down at her with the posture of a prince, his pirate hat held in his hand in respect.

Y/n bites her lips and takes a step back.

It is still not too late right?

She could escape if she wanted.

Scratch what she said earlier. She might still have a chance.

The male straightens his back and smirks at the confusion written all over her pretty features.

"What do you want from me..?" She mumbles, her eyes searching for a route to escape towards the door.

"Oh you will know soon. Taehyung!" Jimin calls and the sailor hums. "Tell the pretty

lady what she is here for."

Taehyung caught her eyes and opens his mouth. "There is an important reason for you to be here, precious."

"Stop." She furrowed her brows and stared at him straight in the eyes. "I do not really want to know."

With that said, she backs away and makes a run towards the door by a small gap between the sailors.

No one runs after her but she still continues to look for the last string of hope.

That, however also breaks the moment she witnesses the many giant sailors that guard the entrance portal.

Y/n comes to a stop and annoyance immediately attacks her nerves.

Well now the giving up statement officially comes to her.

'There is no way out.'

With much more grumpiness, she turns back on her heels and stomps them towards the open area where she just came from again.

Hands crossed over her chest and face scrunched up in an angry pout, she walks back from in between the many sailors and comes to a halt in the same place she was just standing on.

Two of the males smile at her mood and an adoration filled chuckle leaves from one of the cheerful looking sailors that stood right behind Jimin.

She glares at him before turning to Taehyung again. "Shoot!" She angrily orders.

The male nods while taking a step towards Jimin's back to protect himself from the daggers the female was currently throwing at him. "Yeah... Captain is connected to you in a deep relation."

Jimin’s smile widens at the confusion that immediately flashed through her eyes and before he knew it, the anger lingering so adorably in her features is completely replaced with confusion in a short spam of time.

"What do you mean?" She tilts her head to the side in pure curiosity and the king of the seven seas had to stop the sudden urge to just scoop her in his arms.

He just could not stop staring at her.

How long has it been since he had started craving her? He does not remember.

All he knows is that she is here now, right in front of his eyes.

"My precious.... He is your fiancé." Taehyung informs slowly and quietly and the female's eyes widens.

"You are joking, right?" Y/n questions in disbelief and passes a glance at Jimin which clearly displayed horror.

'This can not be. He is lying!'

"He is not." Jimin speaks up, his expressions nowhere near playful now. "Your father has connected us together since young. You belong to me."

The demand and power in his voice shakes her to her pulp and her eyes start to shake in fear.

"What?..." She whispers, feeling like the ground has been jerked away from underneath her feet.

How is it him? Why is it him?

She had heard so much about him. The stories of him mercilessly killing half the legal and illegal pirates without a single breath sent chills down her spine.

They say he never stops. There isn't a single place where he has stayed more than a few hours.

There were even books written about him. The royal guards from all over the seven shores were after him yet no one had even laid a single finger on him.

And now she is stuck with him, over something her father had agreed to when he was still alive.

But it can also not be true. How is she supposed to believe him just like that?

As if reading her mind, Jimin answers. "There is more than given proof."

"Where are the given ones then?" She spits back, gaining some of the confidence but that soon disappears when he steps closer to her.

"That is what we have to find out. Right now, you are coming with me. I can not leave you here for more danger." The male orders and steps closer to her, all the while watching the female back away from him.

The female crouched her shoulders up to her ear and mumbles out. "What if i do not want to."

The male smiles at her small figure. "Then you know what bad girls get. You are going to be a good girl, right.”

Her mouth turns into an offended pout and she directs her eyes down at his shoulder, her body fluttering in embarrassment at his inappropriate words.

Like hell she will let him touch her.

She might be afraid of him but she will not let him do anything to her.

She straightens her back and glanced up at him before looking behind him, Taehyung's eyes linking with hers.

It's all his fault.

She just can not leave without doing something.

She walks past her so called fiancé and steps in front of the sailor and looks up at him.

Taehyung stares back, the mischief and perverted-ness far gone from his figure and that makes the female even more angrier.

Raising her hand in the air, she slaps it right across his cheek.

The male immediately reacts by wincing out. "Auch! Goddamn woman."

"This is what you get for betraying me." Y/n mumbles before turning around and walking off outside the residence.

"Let us go now."

Jimin stares at her in awe as she walks off before throwing his head back in a humorous laughter.

---

Y/n stared at the many sailors who ready the ship for another round around the sea to god knows where.

She was standing on the deck, fear lumping in her throat as she slowly plots out all the scenarios where she might get killed.

She would have never gone with The King of The Sea if she was not to be alone.

But that is exactly what she was at the moment.

She is lonely and she does not have the protection around her nor over her head.

If Taehyung was kind enough to take her to his residence, offer her his attire, then he would not hurt her, right?

Sailors carried their duffles inside the ship, some cleaning the ship by scrubbing holystones in the logs. Some looked after the ropes and the shrouds while some took care of the long masts and sails that are used to change directions of the giant ship.

Everyone was busy, even Captain Park who took part in helping his sailors.

Y/n just watched from afar, no one daring to even pass her a glance after finding out who she actually was, especially to their captain.

"Do you not think you were a little bit too harsh on Taehyung?" The voice of the male brings her back from her chain of thoughts and she immediately turns to look at who it was.

The cheerful looking male who was always stuck to the captain's side grins at her, proudly showing off his gums and the many teeth that have turned black from the lack of care.

Y/n frowns when his words reach her, causing her to look away. "He deserved it."

The male nods, stepping by her side. "He does, but he did help you."

The male points out and the female turns her head to him. "He also helped his captain by informing him my location."

The male stares at her with his usual doe eyes before he directs them over his shoulders to something. "Well...."

Y/n follows the direction of his eyes and her gaze immediately finds the fluffy brown hair of Taehyung.

The male was leaning his back on one of the cannons, figure small and head hung low, his mouth was in a pout like a small sulky child and regret immediately starts to swell her up.

She looks away before the feeling could fully swallow her and she soon looks out at the sailors who were working.

"Taehyung never had the intention of hurting you. Actually, if it weren’t for him, you would not even be breathing right now." The male further breaks the walls around her and succeeds when the guilt she was running away from catches up to her quick, swallowing her into its mud.

She huffs and puffs and crosses her arms over her chest, resisting the urge to just turn around and run away from everything that surrounds her.

The male chuckles at her when he notices the change of her mood. "You are adorable."

She snaps her eyes up and narrows them at him. She fully looks him through before turning around and walking towards the sulking male.

Taehyung rubs his fingers over his cheeks which have just been slapped and he lets out another whine.

He had been slapped thousands of time by all the females he had slept with, but not once has he felt this hurt.

He flinched slightly when y/n’s figure comes to stand next to him and he glances at her from under his overgrown tips of hair.

"I am sorry." He apologizes, voicing a whisper.

"Do not be." She waves her fingers at him. "It was your job, besides, i would not even be here if it was not for you."

Taehyung feels her lean on another cannon next to him and nods slowly. "Indeed. I was lucky enough to find you first. The pirate world is not that safe, you see."

Y/n scoffs. "I know that. But you saved me."

She knew really well how messed up this world was. She had been through so much in just a spam of one day.

Taehyung shakes his head. "I did not. He did." He states, pointing his gaze up at the quarterdeck where the wheel of the ship was.

Y/n follows his direction and her eyes land on the figure of the one and only captain of the ship who was looking through some kind of map.

"We were just on our way to get you from your kingdom." Taehyung starts explaining. "But we turned the ship to the other side the moment we heard about your abduction done by Captain kang."

Y/n tears her eyes away from the captain and questions him. "Why were you coming to get me?"

"Cause it is time for you to be beside the captain. It is time for you both to bond. That is what was decided." Taehyung explains the situation, leaving the female even more confused.

"Why would they even bond us together?" The female takes off the pirate hat she was wearing and rakes a hand through her hair.

"That is something I can not tell you, my precious. Captain Park knows best in that matter." Taehyung watched her from the side, his gaze lingering over her long soft looking brown hair to the distressed look on her face.

"He got so furious." He whispers, the scene fresh to his eyes.

When the female turns to him in question, he can not help but continue. "When captain heard about what Captain Kang had done, he had immediately ordered to get you back. Though it is highly hard to understand how you escaped from there."

Y/n stared at him for a second, the familiar face of the male who had helped her escape popping in her mind instantly  "It was just a coincidence. Luck was on my side."

'Kim Namjoon.'

She recalls in her head. She could never forget him. The generosity he had shown to her even when he looked like an important individual of Captain Kang was even more to take in.

He actually looked kind and gentle in between all the wolves that surrounded him.

Taehyung nods. "However, you will gain answers to all your questions from the captain himself. He will not say everything but enough to erase all your curiosity."

-

"You will stay here." The male shows the female around the chamber.

"Who's cabin is this?" She questions, trailing her eyes everywhere around the wooden walls and the simply decorated chamber as she placed herself on the edge of the mattress.

The male grins from behind her. "It belongs to the captain."

Y/n instantly sprung up from the bed, eyes staring shocked at the male who bursted into a humorous laughter.

Her eyes glares at him. "It is not that funny."

"Oh but it is." The male controls his amusement and placed a hand on his hip in a call for some sanity.

"Where would your captain sleep?...Um" Y/n trails off at the end of the sentence when she could not recall the male's name.

'What was it again?'

"Jung Hoseok. And do not worry. You will soon get to sleep with him." Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at her and the female's jaw almost drops to the floor.

Pink furiously tints her cheeks and she stutters out a threat. "Say that one more time and you will see what will happen to you."

Hoseok immediately takes a step back and puts his hands in front of him in surrender. "Calm down, little tiger. I am just joking." He puts on a horrified expression but his fake fear was as clear as crystal.

"You better be. Now leave please." She rolls her eyes and turns around to look around the whole room.

"As you say, my lady. You can request the captain's presence if you feel lonely. He will come running right awa---"

Cut off by an object thrown his way, the male immediately closes the door behind him to prevent getting hit by the boot that is violently gifted to him by the female.

--

Y/n sat up from the bed she had been laying on and her eyes trailed over all the objects that accompanied her.

The room looked expensive. Many rolled maps were resting on the big shelf on the right. Small figurines of ships and guards were placed in a small working area in the corner and a treasure box was resting next to it.

The room smelt like the woods and the sea.

She hung her legs from the side of the mattress and carefully got down from the bed which was quite high up.

She walked up to the small work place and looked down at the map that was sprawled next to more small figurines.

Her delicate fingers trail over the small lines on the map and her hand immediately jerks back when the lines and waves drawn in the map start moving.

Her lips part in awe at the scene before her, the waves made it look like she was watching them sway with each other in real life. Another spot, more south on the map was swirling with black, imitating a storm that seemed to be currently going on over the said area.

Another big ship swayed in the middle, looking all familiar, tall and black.

Small writings were written over it in italic, reading Black Pearl.

The ship looked familiar to the one that appeared before Captain Kang's ship the other day. The ship Captain Park was in.

The ship she was now present on.

Her eyes widen.

She was in the well-known Black Pearl.

The ship that speaks. The only ship with black sails.

The one that does not tolerate a single outcomer inside of it. The one which had been there since the beginning.

She was now inside of it and it had not done anything to kick her out.

As much as she had heard, the ship does not like it when someone who is not related to it rides it.

The cursed ship, as many say, will do anything to not let any unknown individual step even a foot on its ground.

And here she is, laying around in its bed.

She backed away from the table and turned towards the portal of Captain Park's chamber.

She creaked open the door and looked around the area.

Only the wind stared back at her alongside the night sky because there were no breathing individuals around.

Seeing that, she took a step outside of the four wood walls and in an instant a soft breath leaves her when the wind encloses her body in a gentle touch.

She really misses being free.

Her eyes trail around to make sure no one is in sight and when it is confirmed that no one is, she lets her tense shoulders drop.

The waves were black due to the dark night and she suddenly had the urge to look out at the deck.

'If you want to know the sea, communicate with it from over the edge.'

Jin's words recall in her mind and she scrunches her nose when his face wipes past her mind.

Moreover, she still listens and turns to the small stairs that will take her to the quarterdeck where the edge of the ship and the wheel stand.

She climbed up the stairs, keeping her steps low and soft to prevent her weight from waking the wood up. Its whining out and its creaking causing someone to hear is the last thing she wanted right now.

She carefully walked up the narrow stairs and halts her steps the moment her eyes look up.

Hair as blue and gray as the sea, the owner of the ship himself sat on the edge with his legs that seemed to be dangling off of the ship.

His back faced her and she instantly took in the relaxation of his shoulders and the silent aura around his giant figure.

She stared at him for a minute as the moon smiled upon him, his hair and attire softly swaying with the wind.

'He is beautiful.'

Her own sudden thought snapped her out of her daze, making her blink many times.

She silently took a step back to walk away, but of course the wood underneath her seemed to be having other thoughts as it finally screamed out a creak at the movement of her boots.

She flinches and Jimin calmly looks over his shoulder.

Her body tenses up and she is soon speechless the moment her eyes links with his.

Everything halts as his amber eyes take in her everything, flickering with what seems to be specks of silver.

"You are finally out, mermaid." He speaks softly and her breath hitched in her throat.

Why did she feel like this?

Why did he still look so intimidating when his aura at the moment was the complete opposite?

Her eyes waver away from him, as she was trying to look everywhere but him. She stutters out. "I-I will leave you alone."

She took another step back but was soon stopped by the captain when he spoke. "Do not go... come here. I will show you something."

She bit her lip and glanced up at him, her heart drumming in her chest at a fast rate as she thought about all the scenarios of her standing next to him.

She does not deny his offer, simply because she did not have a death wish. She slowly walked up to the edge.

In the end, she still wanted to look out at the ocean.

Jimin stood there silent and calm, watching her very hesitant steps as she moved closer to him.

Closer to him.

How long had he wanted just that? How long had he craved to steal just a single glance at her beauty he had heard about all his life?

How much did he feel the need to pull her small figure closer to him? How much did he want so badly to make her his?

He simply didn’t remember nor did he know, all he knows is that all he wants to do is to shout out to the whole world that he had found his treasure. He didn’t need gold or secret gems. He had found his diamond. His mermaid.

He was beyond whipped.

She came to a stop away from him and that made the captain smile.

He shifted his dangling legs inside the deck and jumped down from the edge.

Y/n tensed up even more as he stepped in closer to her.

"You are going to love this." He mumbled and without a single second slipping by, he reached his hands out towards her delicate waist and pulled her figure up from the ground without any difficulty.

A soft yelp left past Y/n's lips as she was manhandled into sitting on the edge in just a spam of a second.

She snaps her eyes up at him in horror and stops the urge to scream when she finds a huge grin brightening his features.

"Oh god.." She mumbles and removes her hands from around his shoulders that fisted his shirt.

Jimin bites his lips to stop himself from grinning too wide as his hands oh so hesitantly moves away from her waist.

Only he knows how much he wanted to just pull her into him right now.

Y/n breaks the eye contact and Jimin helps her turn her body around by grabbing her legs and gently shifting them on the other side.

"What if we fall?" She mumbles in between to herself, settling herself properly in her place.

"I would not let that happened." He replies back in a mumble and she looks up, only for her eyes to instantly turn wide.

A gasp leaves her lips as she now stares at the scenery before her.

The sea was calm, small diamond like pearls were floating in it, shining like little swaying stars. The sky mimics the action in its own, beautiful way. Soon,

creatures had rose from inside the waves, hair pushed back because of the force of the water, containing a body that was familiar to a human as they sung a melody all together.

They were mermaids.

She watched them in awe, observing the beauty of each detail in every creature.

The release of a firework was then heard and she immediately looked up at the straight tail of fire and before she knew it, it bursted, decorating the sky with many beautiful colors.

Jimin then, steps behind her and whispers in her ear. "A new year has begun and I am glad I have you next to me this time."

And then she heard all the sailors and guards scream out a happy new year.

Y/n stared at the scene before her as she continued to feel the breath of the male right behind her.

If she was not in such an awe and daze, she would have shrunk back from his close proximity.

Jimin stared down at her shoulder till the small of her back. The white oversized shirt made her look adorable, the sleeves were long, passing her fingers and going further down.

The feeling would have been a lot better if it was his attire, but there was a bitter lump in his throat because he was well aware that the attire was Taehyung's and knowing that his fiance smelled like another male who was also not him was not a good feeling.

If y/n wanted, he would give her his shirt that shall keep her warm and protected.

But of course he did not want to scare her away.

He was not an over-obsessed man who would end up hurting his loved one just because of his jealousy.

So like always, he let the fact go.

Walking away, he propped himself up on the edge and sat down next to her, making sure to leave a gap between them even if he did not want to.

"Beautiful, isn’t it! New Year is always a time to look forward to." Jimin speaks, his voice low as he did not want to startle her out of her daze.

The female nods, awestruck. "It is. So mermaids do exist."

Jimin glanced at her and smiled. "You have not seen anything. The sea is rich of creatures you have yet to know of."

The female blinked and turned to him. "Really? So the moving map in your room and a bubble suddenly appearing around me the other day should not surprise me."

The now amused male shook his head. "They should not. You are in for a huge surprise if small things like that shock you."

'Small things...'

The female parts her lips and her senses slowly come back to her.

She completely forgot that she was sitting next to The King of the Seven Seas, also the one who owns the biggest ship in the pirate world.

Y/n wonders her eyes away from him and increases the gap between them.

Jimin instantly notices this but keeps his mouth closed. Although he was a tad bit hurt,  he was well-aware of what kind of aura he gave off.

Of course she would keep her distance.

"You can ask me anything. I know you need answers." Jimin states, keeping his eyes ahead.

Y/n stays silent for a second, all the questions that have been bugging her for answers resurfacing in her head.

"I want answered as to what was decided between our fathers about our.. marriage. What relation did they have?" She questions quietly.

Jimin lets her words register in his head before speaking up. "Our fathers were great friends. My father was the sword provider for your father's army. And because of their friendship, they decided to bond their children into a marriage."

Y/n nods and asks another question. "About King Kang, he said my parents died because of me. Do you know what he meant by that?"

Jimin's facial expressions changed for a second when she spoke out his name but he controlled his emotions to calm the storm again.

"Kang likes to interfere in many things from the beginning. It has become his habit. Do not mind him and his ridiculous words."

The female furrowed her brows at his words and mumbled. "He killed my parents and he almost succeeded in killing me."

Jimin tensed up at the words that left her mouth and cleared his throat. "He would not get any closer to you. I can assure you that."

"So you are going to keep me here forever."

Jimin does not waste a second as he shook his head. "I brought you here because I wanted to protect you from all that you have been through. But the doors of my ship are open for you if you want to leave. I do not have any intentions of keeping you caged here. Though I would be hurt if you did leave."

Y/n lets his sentence register in her head, each of his words repeating in her mind many times.

She felt relieved. Why wouldn’t she when he literally laid out the idea that he would let her go if she wants to.

She will be free according to her own wish.

Was this even possible? Why is he suddenly speaking like that? Is he up to something?

But then again, if he wanted to hurt her, he would have done it by now. But he did not and she fully acknowledged that.

"What if i do not want to marry you?" She slowly questions and watched as his face breaks into a smile.

"That is something I would not let you do, my love. My father was a man of his words and I am his son. I have given my word to your father and I will not let you go." His words were firm yet softly spoken, telling her that even if she left, leaving forever was not a choice.

Y/n got quiet after that, thinking through the situation she was now in and how the time was so not fair.

Just a few days ago, she was free to breathe and do whatever she wanted to do. Now here she is inside a ship she never wanted to come across, next to someone she fears the most.

Life was indeed not fair with some people.

"You said there was proof." Y/n looks down at her fingers.

Jimin turns his head towards her and his eyes soften when he sees her small hunched figure. "There are many. We just have to find them."

Y/n directs her eyes to him. "Prove it to me. Find them, cause I currently do not wish to leave."

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[yespolkadotkitty]

So here we are. The Thor/Witcher mash-up romcom that NO ONE asked for or wanted. Thanks to my beta and good friend, @lokimostly​ - check out her amazing work.

Chapter 1

“What about a dating site? You know, it’s the 21st century, it’s not uncool anymore.”

Darcy Lewis glanced over at her best friend and confidante, the (happily married) Jane Foster, and shrugged. “What site besides the ones I’ve tried? Right now I’m pretty much only interested in "Given Up On Love dot com" - for cynical people.” She sniggered at her own joke.

Jane added more creamer to her coffee, sipped and winced - Darcy had many talents but coffee was not one of them - and rolled her eyes. “Being cynical is a choice.”

“But you gotta admit, if there was such a website, I’d finally manage to find someone as cynical as me. But with a dick. I mean, I’m open to experimenting, but-”

Jane took another testing sip. “Honestly, forget I said anything. It’s far too early in the morning for this level of information.”

Darcy smiled fondly as she put the finishing touches to her latest constellation portrait. She’d grown her business on Etsy, taking popular constellations and re-imagining them as animals, humans and abstract art. Over time, commissions had started coming her way, and after a stint at a craft fayre, things had taken off so much that she’d been able to give up her day job as an astronomy research assistant. She’d always been crazy about the night sky, stars, and starlight, but creating art from them was her true calling; what made her heart sing.

“I’ve dated so many losers at this point that I could give three-part seminars on what to look for. I’m fine being alone. It’s easier, and I get the remote to myself.”

“That is one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard,” Jane said, staring into her coffee.  It stared back at her, silently menacing and still tasting awful.

“Easy for you to say when you’re married to a guy who could probably bench press your entire house without breaking a sweat.”

Jane flushed at that and Darcy cackled. Her friend was too easy to tease. Sometimes she couldn’t help herself.

After Jane left, Darcy poured away the remains of the coffee - had it really been that bad? - and started assembling all her materials for the medieval fayre she planned to attend this coming weekend. She’d rented a tent to display her artwork in. Last year she’d had a lot of interest but pitifully few sales. The fayre organiser had offered her a stall for half price; she decided to give it another punt. If nothing else, the drive to the huge field area in New York State was easy, there were usually loads of stacked dudes in hero pants and tight shirts, and she knew from the website that one of her favourite street food places would be serving. Not a bad way to spend two days at all.

In the morning, she packed her little Fiat chock-full of enough clothes for the weekend, some food, and all the complete artwork she had available. She took paints and brushes too, sure she’d be bored at least some of the time. The car purred along the motorway and it wasn’t long before she turned into the stallholders’ car parking area, parking next to a beaten-up truck with a horse-box attached to it.

She popped her trunk and started gathering supplies.

“Fuck.”

Darcy stopped at the sound of the deep baritone. British? Definitely not American.

“Bring the horse, they said. He’ll enjoy a trip out, they said.” There was some more cursing in that spellbindingly deep voice, then, “Got something to add, Roach? Don’t- ah, fuck.”

Unable to still her natural curiosity, Darcy crossed around the front of the truck. The back of the horse box looked open and she peeked around the edge.

“Uh….. you okay in there?”

Perhaps one of the tallest men she’d ever seen looked around the neck of a horse at least eighteen hands high. The animal’s coat shone, but the look in his eyes was one of pure amusement. Darcy quickly saw why - there was a steaming pile of horse manure in the back of the trailer. Clearly fresh.

“He hates travelling,” the stranger said.

“Er… right.” She couldn’t move. He was freaking gorgeous. Broad shoulders, chest wide enough for her to curl up and sleep on. He wore a black shirt, partially unlaced and open at the neck. His torso tapered into leather trousers and calf-high biker boots. Pale hair, the colour of moonlight, was drawn back from his face and fell to his shoulders. Cheekbones she could cut herself on framed a strong jaw and amber eyes. “I’m Darcy, by the way?”

The handsome stranger eyed her speculatively. “Hmmm,” he rumbled.

“I know what you’re thinking, that it’s a boy’s name. Well, it isn’t. Technically it’s only been famously used as a last name, but-” She stopped short. Hot Stranger had turned away from her and was picking up a shovel, presumably to deal with the horse’s tangible response to travelling.

“Guys would literally rather shovel shit than speak to me. Wow,” she muttered, and turned to walk back to her car.

She rounded the truck to find her car where she left it - but not how she left it. Two spotty guys, no more than twenty probably, dressed in cheap nylon tabards were in the process of raiding her trunk. Her art was worth fighting for and she'd be damned if she let them have a scrap of her work. “Not on my watch, douche canoes,” she gritted out.

“Hey, bozos!” She yelled, rushing towards them. One of them looked up and the other one headed straight for her. Darcy knew a moment of fear and put her fists up, ready to defend her art. She had teeth and shoulders and knees and by God,  a mom who’d taught her to use them and use them well. “Come and get it, asshat!”

The guy headed right for her stopped short, his mouth forming a perfect O as he looked past her shoulder.

“I.. ah… I…” he stuttered.

His friend looked up too, and dropped Darcy’s expensive bag of art supplies and gold leaf. “Holy shit.”

They ran off, empty handed. It looked as if the shorter one had pissed his pants. Darcy hoped it stained. She turned, surprised, and then her heart fell into her panties.

Hot Stranger stood behind her, looking ready for battle, eyes wild, mouth set in a grim line. His leather-gloved hands wielded a sword almost as tall as Darcy. The sun glinted off the long line of metal, reflecting on the line of little silver rivets sewn into his shirt. He looked like a medieval avenging angel, a knight protecting his maiden (not that Darcy was, in any sense, a maiden), the hero of a fantasy novel, about to storm a castle.

I’d let him storm my castle.

“Er… thanks,” Darcy managed. “I don’t know how to rep-”

“No problem.” He slid the sword into an honest-to-God leather scabbard mounted on his back, and looked at her with those strangely enchanting amber-ringed eyes. Then he nodded as if satisfied, and turned back to his truck. To resume shovelling shit, presumably.

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[ethospathoslogan]

“Are you fucking insane?!” (For the ask thing lmao I don’t think you’re crazy)

catch me being uhhh terrible and responding to this incredibly late

it’s been a couple weeks since i saw this but i appreciate you specifying that you don’t think i’m batshit bc omg when i first saw this, i just saw “are you fuckiing insane?” and immediately thought “oh god what did i do”

i also haven’t written sanders sides in……….. a really long time, so go easy on me

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pairing: logince

tw(s): injuries, blood, some angst/hurt-comfort, happy end

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Sometimes things got… rough in Roman’s realm. Which was expected. Roman’s realm was the realm of Creativity, something that was obviously Roman’s specialty and, with that, Roman had control over it.

And, well, with how… theatrical Roman could be, sometimes he lost control over his own control. Which was an odd thing to think. He was Creativity, after all, so he should be able to maintain his hold on how he commanded his specialty.

God, he sounded like Logan, so analytical and nerdy and thinking.

Well, perhaps it was because Roman had a deep slash down his arm that was bleeding profusely, and he was trying to channel Logan’s sciency mind to see what he could do to, possibly, stop the bleeding.

But, still, if he wasn’t in enough pain to be fearing that his arm might be permanately severed, he would laugh at how deeply he was thinking about his place in the Mindscape.

Sides couldn’t die. They weren’t actual people. No matter how real they all seemed, physically or mentally manifested, they didn’t have beating hearts. Logan made that clear to all of them. Something inside of them, perhaps their very being, pulsed, and, yes, they bled, and they did perhaps live, but they weren’t human. They couldn’t bleed out and die. They could bleed out and weaken, perhaps actually proving Logan’s theory that they were just made of power, but they couldn’t die. Logan’s theory as to whether they could be lost to the Mindscape was still debatable. Sides could “duck out,” but could they be forgotten? 

If Roman fell in his realm, could he be found? Or would he just be lost among the grass and the flowers and the Witch’s Tower that loomed behind him?

He caught himself again. So much thinking, pondering, guesstimating, if you will. He really wanted to laugh at himself. Obviously, he spent too much time with his boyfriend if he was thinking this existentially. Logan with his theories that made Roman think too much and his expertise in science even though Thomas hadn’t been in science classes in years and his stupid face that Roman couldn’t stop thinking about and-

… He really wanted to see Logan. Not even just because Logan would know what to do, but because it was… Logan.

His arm pulsed with pain, and blood seeped further into his white jacket, and he swallowed thickly and gritted his teeth.

Logan would know what to do.

The castle which he came from was now in his line of sight. If he squinted, he could see the rift that parted his realm from the Mindscape. He just had to get a little further, and then shout his lungs out for Logan. Partially to be dramatic, partially because Roman would be bullshitting if he said he wasn’t at least sort of terrified.

He’d been injured before. That came with being a dashing, knightly prince, of course!

But… not like this before. He had had some bad run-ins before, what with some bruises and even a broken arm once or twice, but- yep, he was definitely losing feeling in his right arm and- yeah, his ribs felt like they were stabbing him when he breathed too deeply. And maybe it was the blood or the exhaustion but his head felt like it was swimming.

So, perhaps, Roman was a bit fucked.

When he finally stumbled through the rift -yes, he was pathetically stumbling now- he came out into his room. It was a shame his carpet was white. The blood would stain. If only the red velvet curtains replaced the carpet, because then-

As if his exhaustion was tired of hearing about the curtains and the carpet, his knees buckled beneath him, and he fell to them. Despite being cushioned, the force still wracked a sudden burst of pain throughout his entire body, and now Roman was thinking that perhaps something was wrong with him besides his arm and his ribs and his head. Maybe this was his power seeping from him.

Maybe Sides really could die. No, no they couldn’t. Fuck that. Roman wasn’t about that.

He hadn’t even realized he let out a cry of pain when he fell until Roman’s door flew open, gracelessly smacking into his wall, and Logan stood, wide-eyed, in the door.

Roman, tiredly and trying to muster up as much charisma as possible, smiled up at him. “Perfect timing, Specs.”

Logan gaped at him, his eyes blown wide behind his glasses. Roman noted that he, just for a moment, looked lost for what to do. Like the sight of Roman in front of him was something unknown to him.

Maybe it was. Logan hadn’t ever seen Roman like this.

And then the moment broke and Logan was rushing over to him. Logan actually slid on his carpet over to him.

“Roman, you have to tell me what happened.” Logan’s voice was tight, like he was trying to keep the panic out of it. “What happened? Tell me, okay? You need to tell me what happened, okay? You need-”

“To tell you what happened, yeah,” Roman interrupted, smirking through his pain. “Broken record, much?”

Logan stared at him and whatever sarcasm or snark that Roman expected wasn’t there.

Shit, Logan was actually concerned, and it probably looked like Roman was going to keel over, and here Roman was, being an asshole.

Roman’s smile dropped. “Please help,” he whispered, giving himself over to the vulnerability and pain that he felt.

“What hurts, Roman?” Logan asked, his voice just as quiet. “I don’t know what I can or can’t do that won’t hurt you.”

Roman’s body felt like it was on fire. His arm was heavy and numb. His head hurt. His ribs and chest ached. He was exhausted.

His eyes burned. “Everything,” he said with a watery laugh. “Fucking everything hurts. My ribs, my head, my arm might fucking fall off, and-”

At that, it was like Logan was seeing Roman’s arm for the first time, or perhaps the shock of the situation was finally settling and Logan could finally face what was infront of him again.

Before Logan could rush out a string of questions, Roman said, forcing his tone to be light, “Did you know that the Dragon Witch got a new dragon? Crazy, right? A new familiar. Puts up one hell of a fight.”

Logan, who had been moving his hands to start unbuttoning Roman’s jacket, froze. His eyes flitted back up to Roman’s. “Are you fucking insane?” he asked, his voice barely filling the room. “Why would you- Roman, you’re one person- oh my- holy shit, I need to look at your arm and your- your everything and- and stay here! Don’t move, Roman, don’t move, or I’ll-I’ll-”

“You’ll finish me off?” Roman asked with a smirk.

Logan was already rushing out of his room. “Don’t tempt me,” he was shouting back.

Sides couldn’t die but, alone, it sure felt like it.

When Logan came back in, a giant med-kit clutched in his arms, Roman had finally managed to take off his jacket and was now holding it against the gash in his arm. It was ruined anyway, might as well put it to good use.

Logan was already tearing out disinfectants and bandages from the kit. “So stupid, so reckless,” he was muttering, shaking his head. No heat was in his voice and, instead, it was full of concern. “Just because you’re a prince doesn’t mean that you actually need to go out and fight a dragon! What if you couldn’t get back here? What then, Roman?”

During his rant, Logan had taken away Roman’s jacket and, to puncuate his final question, he quickly wiped over the wound, and Roman hissed at the sudden increase of burning.

“Sorry,” Logan muttered.

It wasn’t until Logan started bandaging his arm that Roman spoke again. “You know,” he said, “I expected a grander reaction from you for seeing your boyfriend on his knees in front of you. Not even in a cool sexual way. In a very uncool, painful way.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Logan said with an eyeroll. “You can’t die. You would- regenerate, or just come back to us. You can’t die. These wounds will heal within the day. I’m not losing you.” And, then, he looked back up to Roman, and held his gaze. “I’m not losing you, Roman.”

Roman swallowed thickly and nodded. “You’re not,” he agreed.

When Logan finished bandaging Roman’s arm (and he had been right; just with the bandages, Roman’s arm had already stopped pouring out blood), he cut Roman’s shirt off to examine his chest. Roman looked down, too, and winced at the ugly green bruising that had already begun.

“Trees hurt when you’re thrown against them,” Roman expained.

Logan glared at him. “It’s good that you can’t die” he said, “Because I would kill you just for that comment.”

Roman noted that Logan kept specifying that Roman couldn’t die. Like it was more than just a fact they all knew; like it was a comfort blanket.

Roman smiled. “How else am I supposed to stop our Mindscape from being terrorized by dragons?”

“By not thinking of them,” Logan said, turning back to the med-kit.

He took out an icepack and, cracking it, handed it to Roman. “Sit back,” he ordered, and Roman did. He carefully shifted so that his legs were crossed, failing to hide the wincing, but broken ribs would probably do that. Hurt. With his uninjured arm, Roman held the icepack to the worst of the brusing. “I should probably go get more, so-”

“Wait,” Roman said and Logan, about to get up, stilled. “Stay.” Logan arched an eyebrow and Roman took a deep breath. “You said it yourself: I can’t die, and these wounds will be healed by tomorrow. It hurts, yes, but… stay. One icepack is fine. Stay.” He worried his bottom lip. “Please?”

Logan nodded slowly and sat back down, crossing his own legs. “You’re a very stressful boyfriend,” he said. “Going out and fighting all the time is reckless, no matter the actual severity of your wounds.”

“Well, then it’s good that I have you,” Roman said with a smile. “With your nerd skills and all, I practically have a doctor.”

Logan glared at Roman and Roman’s smile turned to a grin. “Please try to be more careful,” Logan said. “I… I know I can’t, but even the thought of losing you is… rather distressing.”

“Aw, you love me.”

Logan’s glare hardered and Roman’s smile softened. “I’m not going anywhere, Specs,” he said. “You couldn’t even get rid of me if you tried. I’ll always be your Prince Charming, your knight in shining armor, your-”

“Reckless idiot sitting shirtless on a bloodstained carpet?” Logan interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

Roman sighed and let out a slight laugh before wincing again. “That too,” he said once the pain subsided.

Logan ran his eyes over Roman. “You’re going to be okay, Roman,” he said. It sounded like an assurance for both of them.

“Oh, definitely,” Roman agreed. It was a promise to the both of them.

He was Creativity, after all. If he could think of dragons and witches and dragon witches, he could think of ways to be okay.

“And I do,” Logan said, averting his eyes for a moment before looking back to Roman. “Love you, that is.”

Roman smiled. “Such a romantic,” he said. “I love you, too, you beautiful nerd.”

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[saltys-writings]

[SF9 - Youngbin] Chocolate

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Part of the sweets-themed mini series. Not sure if this counts as nsfw but... yeah, defo don’t read this at work or in class. [Other parts]

Something about the words “chocolate fountain”, “watch over” and “with Youngbin” already gave you an unsettling feeling when your best friend, in the middle of preparations for her birthday party, had spoken them hecticly over the phone, accompanied by, “Please hurry, I’m running out of time.” It’s the middle of August, the heat so overwhelming that you’d rather stay inside all day than do anything else, but if she needs something from you, you’re always there to help her. That’s what you vowed to each other a long time ago, and even now, years later, it still stands. Why would she need someone to watch over the chocolate fountain in the first place you ask? She has cats. Two young and very playful cats, and it wouldn’t be the first time they jinxed her plans somehow by leaving chocolate paw prints all over the house. 

So you throw on some short pants and a loose white shirt, and plug in your earphones to walk over to her place. Despite the walk usually taking only approximately 10 minutes, you start sweating after one, and if it wasn’t for the motivation you’re currently blasting into your ears, you would’ve considered going straight back into your own home. Your best friend told you in the call that you could bring along your boyfriend if you wanted, so of course you asked him to join, and even though he protested due to the unbearable heat at first, you know exactly he can’t say no to a chance to spend some time with you in between his busy schedule.

You arrive at the house when your best friend already swings open the door, car keys in hand and her handbag thrown over her shoulder. She gives you a quick hug, thanking you, telling you she won’t be long, before storming past you and round the corner where her car is usually parked. You walk inside, seeing the half-decorated living room and a grey cat greets you and lets you pet her head, contently purring into the palm of your hand. 

“You wouldn’t do anything uncalled for, would you?” you whisper to her, then walk towards the kitchen where you find the other one, a tabby tomcat sitting on the kitchen table, tail swinging from one side to the other, being dangerously close to the switched off fountain. You sigh and approach him, who eyes you curiously. “Let’s get you down from here, little troublemaker…” you mumble while he lets you lift him off the table and set him on the floor. You sigh to yourself. “Guess I’ll just have to sit in the kitchen until she’s back…” Even inside your best friend’s house it’s hot, not as hot as outside, but still uncomfortably hot. You wave some cool air into your face, when you hear a knock on the front door, closely followed by the sound of it opening and closing again. Soon enough, you see a familiar person peeking into the kitchen, putting a smile on your face.

“I hope I didn’t take too long,” he says and comes closer, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a greeting. You both sit down at the table next to each other. “It sure is warm today…” Youngbin comments, lifting up his bangs and brushing them back, before they fall right into his face again. 

“I can put them up into a bun for you if you let me go find a hair tie,” you offer half-serious, but he refuses.

“I don’t want to look uncool in front of you when I finally get to see you again after a week,” he laughs.

“Right, how’s work?” 

“It’s good. We decided to end practice early today, because of the heat.”

“How lucky. My manager wouldn’t let me go home earlier even if I begged him.”

“That might be because you work in a convenience store and those are always nicely air-conditioned…” You hit Youngbin lightly on the shoulder for that comment. “Oh, but…” He starts inspecting the fountain with the half-liquid chocolate at the bottom, then sticks out his hand. “Can I try this…?” This time you slap his hand away with more force. 

“We’re here to keep the cats from touching the chocolate! Do you really think we should be touching it instead?” At your scolding, all he does is laugh apologetically with his eyebrows raised.

“Sorry,” he utters with an adorable smile and you try hard to stay mad at him for at least a minute. But you just can’t resist his charms and just roll your eyes, more at yourself than at him.

You end up just sitting next to each other in silence for a while, staring off somewhere, so that you move as little as possible, but still the heat is bad. At some point you hear rustling next to you, however you don’t bother to turn your head towards the source until Youngbin calls out your name. When you look at him, you feel his finger touching your cheek, along with some other sensation… a warm, creamy feeling…

“Youngbin!!” you call out, realizing he really just smeared chocolate into your face.

“I was getting bored…” he says with a shrug. “Also, you look cute with that!” You groan, trying to play off the blush on your cheeks and wipe away the chocolate with the back of your hand.

“I can’t believe this…” you mumble and Youngbin holds out his chocolate covered finger in front of your face.

“I have more.” Just when he says that, the drop that formed at his fingertip comes falling down, right onto your thigh and just a little below where the fabric of your hotpants starts. You’re about to tell him he’s lucky it didn’t mess up your clothes, when he gives you a thorough stare, then bends down to place his soft lips on your skin where the drop landed, licking off the chocolate slowly. When he comes back up, he looks at you curiously, waiting for your reaction. Instead of yelling at him as you had intended to, you grab his hand and take his index finger into your mouth, sucking off the chocolate while peeking up into his face.

“So we’re really playing this game, huh?” he comments, reaching over to the chocolate again as soon as you release him. This time he’s careful not to get too much of it on his finger and brushing your hair out of the way with one hand, he puts some chocolate onto your neck with the other one. You instinctively lean to the side to give Youngbin full access to where he wants it and expect his touch while holding your breath. He takes his time to lick everything off cleanly and you enjoy the feeling of his smooth tongue on your skin, and the cooling effect his breaths have when they meet the now moist spots. As soon as he’s done with your neck, he takes your hand into his and starts kissing his way down your arm to the back of your hand that you used as a tissue just a few minutes ago. You watch him licking off the chocolate there as well and without him seeing, you reach over to the chocolate yourself, waiting for him to notice. As soon as he catches on and has his eyes on your other hand, you lead the chocolate-covered finger to your lips and lightly touch them, trailing down a sweet path to your throat and as far as the collar of your shirt lets you. The spark in his eyes tells you he can’t wait to taste more of the sweetness off your skin, and so he leans in to brush his lips against yours, parting them and giving you a taste of the chocolate in the process. His hands find their way around your body and up into your loose shirt, so he can pull you closer by your bare hips while his mouth travels along the chocolate trail and you lean your head back so he can properly clean off your throat. One of your hands finds its way into his hair and tugging at it lures a small moan out of Youngbin and next thing you know, his teeth are nibbling at your skin.

“Not so far up… How will I cover that…?” you breathe.

“That’s what you should’ve figured out before pointing me into a dangerous direction like this,” he answers, his lips not even leaving your skin as he talks, his voice turning into a husky whisper. To your surprise though, he moves on to finish getting the chocolate off you more gently, then straightens his back when you both hear a car pulling up to the house.

“Is your friend back?” he asks and you get up and walk to the kitchen window to check.

“I’m not sure… I can’t see her car but you usually don’t see it from-” you stop talking when you feel Youngbin’s hands pulling up your shirt to expose your lower back. “What are you doing?”

“Looks like I accidentally got some chocolate on here too…” he explains and you turn your head, looking at him in disbelief from the corner of your eye. With his gaze focused on the stain he bows down and his pink tongue meets the skin on the small of your back, around where the chocolate should be, and after drawing a few wet circles there, he sinks his teeth into your skin and you can’t but let out a small whimper. When you want to automatically move away from the sudden pain, he grabs you by the hips to keep you in place and continues sucking a mark onto you. You can feel your breathing speeding up and a familiar heat arises in your stomach as you revel in the sensations of him biting and nibbling on your skin and another moan escapes you, even though you know you probably shouldn’t give in to him in this position. After all, your friend really could’ve just returned and walk into the house at any given moment, but as if he could read your thoughts, one of his hands travels to your front and reaches up your shirt, then lightly brushes down to between your legs. As you let out a shaky breath, you can hear his voice behind you, sounding a little deeper than usual.

“I sure hope your friend will stay away for another while…”

#sf9 #sf9 scenario #sf9 imagine #sf9 drabble #drabble #scenarios #imagine #youngbin #sf9 youngbin

[seraph-novak]

Hi hello can you write a fic about a group of guys saying something homophobic to TJ and he just ignores it but then, as he walks away, they say something about Cyrus and he loses it.

Here you go!

TW for homophobic language.

Also available on AO3 ♥

TJ can’t stop staring at Cyrus. His boyfriend. He’s just too adorable, even when he’s stuffing his face with baby taters and chocolate milkshake. As Cyrus continues to ramble about the latest episode of his favourite show, TJ reaches across the table and catches his hand, threading their fingers together with a goofy grin.

“I love you,” he says, not an ounce of insincerity shadowing his words. He makes it his mission to remind Cyrus how much he cares about him on an almost hourly basis.

Cyrus bites his lip and glances down at the floor, the way he always does whenever TJ says something sappy.

“I love you too,” he whispers. There’s an endearing blush dusting his cheeks, and TJ traces it with the pad of his thumb. When Cyrus leans into his touch, his heart flutters wildly, a familiar pinch of affection flooding his entire being.

After another round of milkshakes, they decide to move their date to the park; there’s a light drizzle outside, which means it should be relatively empty. They don’t purposely hide their relationship, but it’s always nice to have some private time together, away from the judgemental eyes of this small town.

“I’m just gonna go to the restroom quickly,” Cyrus tells him, dropping a kiss onto his lips.

While he’s gone, TJ pays for their meals (before Cyrus can insist on going halves) and arranges their dishes into a neat pile. He’s quietly waiting for his boyfriend to return when a group of vaguely familiar looking guys approaches him.

“Hey, Kippen,” the tallest boy, presumably their ringleader, greets him with a sneer.

TJ stiffens, immediately sensing trouble. “Uh… hey?”

“What, you don’t remember me?”

“Can’t say I do.”

“I’m team captain of The Raptors,” the boys reminds him smugly. “Jake?”

TJ barely resists rolling his eyes. “Oh, right. You’re the guy who ‘accidentally’ tripped our shooting guard last season. He almost broke his leg, you know?”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Jake folds his arms across his chest, flicking a smirk at the three other boys behind him. “I guess it’s true what they say, huh? Being gay does turn you into a pansy.”

TJ’s blood runs cold.

“Are you seriously gonna go there?” he asks, desperately fighting the urge to punch the smirk off Jake’s face. “It’s the 21st century, man. Maybe you should get over yourself.”

“Well, maybe you and your little boyfriend shouldn’t shove your relationship in everyone’s faces.”

“We’re just on a date,” TJ says. He’s gritting his teeth, trying his best to be reasonable, but his patience is wearing thin. The only thing keeping him from throwing a punch is the fact that Cyrus will be back from the restroom any second now; he doesn’t want his boyfriend to see him getting into fights in the middle of The Spoon. “How about you just leave us alone, yeah?”

Jake scoffs. “What the hell happened to you, man? You used to be cool…”

“Being gay doesn’t make me uncool, asshole. Not that I care what you think about me.”

“Touchy.”

“You better leave before I do something I regret.”

“No way,” Jake says, casually slipping into the seat opposite him, where Cyrus was previously sat. “I wanna meet your boyfriend before I leave.”

“I swear to god, if you upset him –”

“Calm down, Kippen. I just wanna chat.”

Just then, the door to the restroom swings open, and Cyrus makes his way back to their table. There’s an uncertain smile on his face, as if he’s trying to figure out if these guys are friendly or not, but his expression drops the moment he meets TJ’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” he asks warily.

Jake grins. “Oh, look! Here’s the other faggot.”

TJ freezes, his voice eerily quiet as he leans across the booth and grabs Jake by the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward until his chin almost hits the table. “What did you just call him?”

“Dude, take it easy –”

“What the fuck did you just call him?”

There’s still a stubborn flicker of triumph in Jake’s eyes, but TJ can tell by his trembling hands that the other boy is pretty terrified of him right now.

“It was just a joke, okay?”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“TJ!” Cyrus tugs at his sleeve, his voice wobbling as he tries to pull him away. “Just drop it, alright? They’re not worth it! Please.”

It’s the strangled sound of Cyrus’ tears that makes him let go.

“Fine,” he mutters. “But if I ever hear you talk about him like that again, you won’t be so lucky.”

Jake gives him a wounded look as he rearranges his collar, clearly embarrassed about being shown up in front of his little gang. If Cyrus wasn’t so upset, TJ would probably laugh. Instead, he wraps a comforting arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and leads him out of The Spoon, not even bothering to spare Jake a parting glare.

As soon as they step outside, the rain cools the angry blush staining his cheeks, but it does nothing to cure the silent tears still rolling down Cyrus’ face.

“I’m so sorry,” TJ says, kissing warmth into Cyrus’ hands. “I shouldn’t’ve done that, I know. But I couldn’t just sit there and let him talk to you like that! I guess I just saw red…”

Cyrus sniffles. “I’m not mad at you, Teej. I just wish we lived in a world where things like this never happened.”

“Me too,” he sighs.

“I refuse to let this spoil our date though,” Cyrus says, taking a deep breath and wiping away his tears. He squeezes TJ’s hand and gives him a shaky (but genuine) smile. “Can we go to the swings, please? I don’t wanna waste anymore tears on people like that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely.” He stands on his tiptoes and kisses TJ’s cheek. “All I want to focus on is my amazing boyfriend. Okay?”

TJ chuckles fondly. “Okay.”

They share another kiss, then start walking towards the park, their love for each other swiftly drowning out the hatred of those around them, and everything is wonderful again.

#andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #tyrus fics

[justkeeptrekkin]

Yay writing prompts!! How about this, if it catches your fancy: Obviously from taking one look at teenage Aizawa we know that he was the kind of emo nerd who wrote moody poetry in a journal. What if he loses the journal one day? What if Mic finds it? What if Mic reads it and thinks the poems would make really good song lyrics?

Oh man this is such a cute idea!

There is nothing, literally nothing more humiliating than this.

He’s searched all of his classrooms. He’s visited lost property, retraced every step through the corridors and stairwells, asked his Art History teacher if they’d seen a dog-eared notebook left on the desk after class. He’s checked, double-checked, and triple-checked his locker.

It’s gone.

He’s spent an hour searching during his study period- because, let’s be real, when has he ever actually used a study period for anything but napping- but it has, apparently, disappeared into the ether. 

It’s completely impossible for it to have just gone. It’s illogical for it to just not be anywhere. Someone must have taken it.

Shouta stops in his tracks the moment this occurs to him, just as he’s leaving Yuuei to head home. The hand gripping the strap of his backpack tightens. His stomach clenches.  

Someone must have taken it.

It’s out of his control now. Someone’s going to read what he’s written, they’ll tell their friends, then they’ll tell their friends and then the whole school will know about his angsty poetry that no one, absolutely no one is meant to read except for him. He can’t do anything to change things now, so it’s probably irrational to feel so mortified, so angry and upset and frightened, but he does. His teeth clamp his mouth tightly shut and he swallows down the panic that is racing through his body.

He hears the sound of someone running behind him. He tries to ignore it, but he’s paranoid enough right now that he thinks they’re running after him, to poke fun of the dumb poetry notebook that no one was meant to ever find or read or-

Those footfalls are getting closer.

“Oi! Aizawa!”

Oh god oh god oh god.

The sound of the gravel grating roughly beneath his trainers sounds loud in his ears. His heart’s beating so heavily it hurts and his face is impossibly hot. Which can only mean he’s blushing furiously from the shame of it all. Which is embarrassing in itself.

Everything is awful. Life is awful. The universe is cruel.

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and turns slowly towards-

Yamada Hizashi.

                                            Read more under the cut!

Shouta prepares himself.

“Yo, Aizawa!”

Yamada comes to a stop in front of him. Those sunglasses that he’s constantly hiding behind have been sliding down his nose from running. He pushes them up with his index finger, offering that ubiquitous grin that Shouta’s never been all that convinced by.

“What is it?”Yamada hesitates, but his expression doesn’t change. That big, confident smile. There’s something about it. Maybe if he could see behind those glasses, Shouta could read him better. Then, Yamada swings off his backpack with an entirely unnecessary flourish and unzips his bag. His hand dives in, and re-emerges with a black, tattered notebook. The name label on the front is empty and there’s a juice stain in the bottom right hand corner.

Shouta’s shoulders rise to his ears and he wills his expression to do anything but reflect the internal screaming that’s going on inside his head right now.

“I found it in the corridor outside Art History- you ran off before I could give it back to you, I thought it was better I kept it safe in case someone else found it you know?”

Yamada passes the notebook over and Shouta takes it as calmly as possible. Nothing to see here. Just some really embarrassing, very personal poetry about how ridiculously lonely I am.

And he wants to get out of this situation as fast as possible, so he turns to go without another word. 

“‘Oh hey, thanks, Yamada! No problem, listener, I just did what any good citizen would do, hey, fancy going to the arcade sometime? Sure, sounds great, Yamada!’”

Shouta stops in his tracks- for the third time since he’s tried to leave Yuuei campus today. He turns to look at his classmate with weary, half-closed eyes.

“Thank you,” he says pointedly.

Yamada smirks, and bows theatrically. “Any time!”

Shouta nods stiffly. Tries to escape again.

“You’re poetry’s really cool, by the way.”He spins round and pins Yamada down with a glare. And he doesn’t mean for it to happen, but he activates his quirk and he feels his hair lifting off his shoulders. Yamada throws up his hands in defence.

“Hey, hey- I mean it, it’s really-”

“You read it? You read through my stuff?”

He’s so irrationally angry and unsettled, like a cornered animal. Why in the hell did this guy think it was a good idea to go reading through someone else’s personal stuff? Who was he to-?

“I didn’t mean to!” Yamada gesticulates wildly, throws his head back and presses a palm to his forehead in anguish. “I mean, I saw it on the floor, it’d fallen open on one of the pages- the one about how obsessed people are with self image and- look, I didn’t read any of the others, I swear, man.”

Shouta bristles, glares at Yamada. His hair’s settled back on his shoulders but he imagines- hopes- his expression is still threatening.

“Don’t tell anyone about it.”

Yamada opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again. Then, “I won’t, I totally won’t. But, like, have you ever thought that you’re a super good writer? You could write really cool lyrics- I like to write lyrics too, but they’re nowhere near as insightful as yours-”

Shouta huffs, a not-quite-laugh. Yamada smiles, a little triumphant. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” Shouta says truthfully. “I guess… I’m surprised you liked that poem. If it’s the one I’m thinking of.”

The smile falters. “What do you mean?”Shouta’s stomach plummets. He didn’t think that through. He shouldn’t have said anything. And- oh, no. He’s actually waiting for an answer.

He swallows.

“You’re...” Shouta looks at the boy in front of him. Hair styled to an inch of its life, school shirt unbuttoned so dangerously low that he’s surely been told off for it at least once today, tie loose and sleeves rolled up. The sunglasses that can only be there for show. The painted nails.

“I’m dumb! You think I’m dumb, don’t you?” he exclaims, arms crossing in front of his chest.Shouta opens his mouth, but, classically, Yamada gets there first. Talkative as ever.

“You think I’m one of those people in your poems who only cares about themselves and obsesses over what people think of them, right? Right?”

Shouta doesn’t say anything, but the rapid beating of his heart takes on a different tone- from panic to guilt. He wants to stick his head in the ground and never see the light of day again. Yamada’s fists are clenched at his sides and his lower lip is jutting out like- oh god. Oh god, is he crying?

“I…”

And then he storms towards him. Shouta recoils, leaning back as far as possible without falling over. Yamada pokes him in the chest, not hard enough that it hurts, but it’s enough to make his indignation clear. “I’ve been trying to make friends with you all year! ‘Cause- ‘cause I thought you seemed cool, and I’ve seen how nice you can be, like when that girl dropped her lunch in the cafeteria you went and helped and you didn’t care what anyone else thought- and- you don’t let anyone stop you from doing what you want or being who you wanna be, you just go to sleep in the middle of study period with your weird sleeping bag and you don’t even give a shit because nothing embarrasses you and I thought that was super cool- and- I just wanted to be nice back to you, but all you do is roll your eyes and act like you don’t care! Well- whatever! OK? Whatever! If you wanna be a douchebag, be a douchebag!”

He watches him turn on the spot and charge back towards the school, pulling the straps of his backpack tightly over his shoulders. Blonde hair bouncing with every angry step. And Shouta watches in amazement, because he had no idea anyone even gave him a second thought. He tries to keep his head down, concentrate on getting decent grades. He’s never even tried to make friends, so it never occurred to him that anyone else would want to try make friends with him. And honestly, he’d always figured Yamada’s exuberance around him was kind of a prank. Like those asshole boys who ask out the uncool girls for a joke.

Shouta blinks dumbly at Yamada’s receding figure. And then, suddenly, he stops and turns back. Pouting furiously and frown so deep it’s comical. He’s making his way towards Shouta again.

“Oh. Shit-” he mutters to himself.

“And by the way,” he hisses, when he’s close enough for no one else to hear, “I really did like your poem!’

And then Yamada really does decide to disappear back into Yuuei. 

For someone who doesn’t embarrass easily, Shouta feels pretty ashamed.

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When Shouta takes his seat the next morning, Yamada’s already there at his desk next to him. Shouta unpacks his stuff, turns towards Yamada, not really knowing what to say yet. But Yamada doesn’t give him the chance. He turns his chair conspicuously away from him. It makes a grating noise against the floor. Kayama looks over her shoulder, widens her eyes slightly and bites her lip as if not to laugh.

Shouta sighs. He tries to concentrate as their homeroom teacher discusses the Sports Festival with them, but he can’t. The waves of resentment coming from Yamada right now are way too distracting.

Shout tears off a piece of lined paper from his notes.

Can you help me with the English homework? I’m stuck on question 7

He passes it to Yamada beneath his desk. The boy double-takes, is painfully obvious as he looks between the teacher and Shouta’s note and the rest of the room before he takes it. Shouta gives him a moment to read it, turns away and does his best not to feel to eager as he waits for him to write his reply.  

He sees the white scrap of paper in his peripheral, and rather more subtly, takes it from Yamada.

Sure!!!! But only if we hit the arcade after :P and call me Mic. That’s my hero name after all!!!!!!

Shouta looks down at the note and feels the ghost of a smile creeping its way to his lips.

[alkhale]

Pretty (Kirishima x Reader )

first of hopefully many ko-fi requests, this was super sweet and indulgent to write, I feel like I needed something salty to swallow it down because of the fluff

thank you all so much for the kind donations and the insane support, for the anon who requested some sweet goodness with the donation, I hope you like it!

Kirishima Eijirou’s always been the kinda guy who’d agree almost anything was pretty.

When Kaminari would point out a girl walking down the streets and instantly calculate his chances with her, he’d laugh and nod with his boyish grin that yeah, she’s pretty cute. When Hagakure would come bounding up to him and talk about how pretty she made her hair look today he’d agree with a bright smile even if he couldn’t see it, Hagakure had a pretty personality so her hair was probably the same. When Mina showed him image after image of models and outfits she thought were pretty, he’d nod and look thoughtful and agree. When Todoroki would stop for a moment and glance up at the newly budding cherry blossoms trees outside and say, more to himself that they were pretty, Kirishima would grin with a wide smile and agree.

It’s true after all. There’s thousands of pretty and cute and beautiful things out there in the world. He’s always been more of the type to notice the more manly things, of course, but they’re out there. It’s more often that he’d agree things are pretty then not pretty--he’s just never had much of a heart for stuff like that anyway.

“Two pineapple pork buns please.”

You look like you’ve been through a bit of hell.

Kirishima Eijiro is frozen.

There’s a cushioned bandage plastered over your left cheek. The top of your right eye is a bit swollen from a cut and another bandaid is covered over the bridge of your nose. Your hair’s done up in a messy sort of bun with strands falling out this way and that. The top collar of your uniform is missing its necktie and your gray blazer is wrapped around your waist instead of over your shoulders despite the growing weather drop with the coming of the winter season.

One of Lunch Rush’s assistants is quick to handle your order, taking your ticket while you wait patiently. He’s not sure what the hell he’s doing, standing there like an idiot in the line right beside yours as he limply holds his own lunch ticket in his hand for a bowl of katsudon. You blow some air through your lips and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Something seems to rouse you and you turn your eyes his way, pausing for a brief moment.

Kirishima can hardly comprehend what’s happening around him. The ticket is still loose in his grip and Lunch Rush is trying to snatch it from his hands because he’s just a bit out of reach behind the countertop. He’s pretty sure his mouth might’ve fallen open and he’s just been caught openly staring because--

You raise a brow. Something like curious amusement flickers through your eyes--I didn’t know eyes could look so pretty in that shade--but then you frown for a second, touching your bandaged cheek and your eyes look back down and you turn away.

Something seizes his chest, fierce and quick and he only feels like this in the middle of training or a really good spar. Kirishima’s lips part and before he knows what he’s doing he shouts, “Y-Your eyes!”

A sweet, savory scent hits the air. Your tray is presented before you but you’re looking at him curiously and Kirishima eagerly gestures to his own. “They’re, uh, they’re really manly!”

A bout of silence. Confusion colors your face, comically scrunched up and Kaminari who’d been about to say something behind him about all his weird shit is now gaping at him in horror while Sero looks like he’s considering sneaking into the next lunchline over. You make a funny face before seemingly understanding and Kirishima straightens to attention when you face him once more and tap the corner of your eyes.

“It’s just my Quirk.”

You say nothing else. Nada. Nothing. Just shrug and grab your pineapple pork buns and go.

The reaction is slow--and then all at once. His ears flush a dark, deep apple red before his cheeks follow like the ends of his dyed hair. Kaminari is shaking him from behind trying to get him to explain himself for his weird attitude and Sero’s apologizing to the annoyed upperclassmen behind them but all Kirishima can bring himself to think is how stupid and unmanly he was because--

He’d wanted to say your eyes were pretty.

You’re part of the Support course.

It’s Kaminari who does him the favor of finding out. Apparently you’re fairly notorious amidst the batch of Support course first years. You hang out with the girl who’d gone against Iida in the sports festival--Mei Hatsume. Easy to spot because you’ve often got a bandage on your face or hands for some reason or another.

(F/n) (L/n). Even your name is pretty. Kaminari, for all his teasing and joshing is oddly curious and attentive as he helps Kirishima out. When Kirishima had tried to just shrug the whole thing off, Kaminari had shot him a finger gun accompanied with a little zap and said, “You don’t look at someone like that and just forget about it.”

Kirishima isn’t even sure what it is. All he knows is that he’s never seen anyone like you before and never felt this way before and yeah, he’s an aspiring pro hero with a lot on his plate and he knows you must be swamped with your own work and maybe he’ll feel this way looking at something else again but--

He’d be a complete loser if he didn’t even just tell you once, properly.

“I told you, didn’t I? The costume design needs to look like this.” The angry, harsh voice cuts like a knife through the hallway and Kirishima pauses, his grip on the class notebooks tightening as he peeks around the corner. Woah, bullying at a school like this? “You can’t just go and change shit because you feel like it!”

The sound of papers fluttering in the air fill the hallway before they settle onto the ground without much other fuss. There’s two students--upperclassmen from the Heroics department by the looks of it--blocking his view of the third party. Kirishima frowns, tightening his grip and squaring his shoulders. What the hell do they think they’re doing?

“And I told you,” your voice barely hits the other end of the hall but it floods Kirishima’s ears like the first tolls of a bell, “it’s not gonna work.”

He goes rigid, quickly sidestepping a few inches to the left so he can peer around the upperclassmen and sure enough--

Your hair’s in a neater bun today but stubborn strands still stick out. There’s a bit of grease on the corner of your chin and a new bandaid is plastered underneath your right eye. Why are you always getting hurt? Is it them? Accidents? How can I help you? You’re wearing comfortable working clothes, loose, rolled up pants and shirt stained with oil and other smears.

But your eyes are alight. They don’t shift or waver and they pin the two guys down in front of you. Kirishima sees their fists clenched tighter. “Your Quirk isn’t gonna cut it out for the costume. The designs were made by me but the touch-ups were recommended by your homeroom teacher. If you’ve got beef, take it up with him.”

“Don’t think you’re all that just because we need you for something like this,” one upperclassmen fists his hand into your shirt and tugs you forward. Kirishima feels his entire body go taut. “You’re just Support anyway--”

Your eyes narrow and your lips part, but before you can speak, Kirishima doesn’t even know when his feet had already carried him so close to the three of you and--

“Hey, let her go man!” Kirishima reaches forward with one hand, grabbing the back of the upperclassman’s shirt, but the weight in his arms suddenly slumps and he quickly remembers he was carrying the class notebooks. Pounds of paper come sliding from his arms and slam hard into the back of the two upperclassmen, toppling them down to the floor.

Kirishima gapes at the scene, a dribble of sweat trickling down the side of his face because wow, that was not how that was supposed to go. His cheeks flush a bright red and the upperclassmen groan, trying to shrug off the weight on top of them and he can’t help but think man, how uncool, they’re not that heavy.

It’s like a bell.

Kirishima feels his hands drop down to his sides as he stares. The soft sound starts to fill the hallway and then your hands are suddenly wrapped around your middle, lips parted and teeth shining as you laugh and laugh and laugh. His mouth has parted somewhere along the way, unable to speak as he wonders how he was suddenly blessed with the chance to hear this beautiful sound and you subside into stifled snickers before your eyes finally find his and they shine.

“C’mon,” you say quickly, grabbing his hand before he can say otherwise and tugging him along. His feet move before he even realizes and suddenly he’s running behind you, your bun bobbing and shifting and you tip your head back to laugh harder as you race down the hall, ignoring your screeching upperclassmen. “Pick up the pace, hero!”

Something spurs in the back of his mind. Kirishima quickly closes the distance between you two and now you’re running together, panting and laughing breathlessly and he keeps trying to sneak glances of your smiling face because he’s got to say it--

“Y-Your laugh!” Kirishima gets out in between breaths.

Your pretty eyes turn his way and he stutters, stumbling over his feet before he steels himself and snatches an ounce of Bakugou’s confidence and he shouts, “I-It’s, uh, it’s--”

Your watching him closely, curious and inviting and he spits out, “It’s such a manly laugh!”

Bro, what the hell?

Kirishima suddenly wishes he could drop your hand and slam himself into the nearest wall. But before he can consider it for another second, your laugh increases tenfold and then you’re nearly doubled over from running and laughing and you pat your chest, smiling so wide he thinks this is what the sun must look like. Kirishima’s cheeks flush and his hands tighten ever so slightly around yours and you shine, shine, shine.

“It’s my Quirk!”

Your smile’s absolutely beautiful.

It’s the third time he thinks it that he finally gets it right.

Chance encounters, waves in the hall, small chats in-between classes and during passings. He’s guarded them all as closely as he can, ignoring the teasing jeers from his classmates and the gushing advice and eagerness of the girls in his class as well. You work actively with him to help make improvements on his costume since he often needs them with his Quirk. It’s your ideas coupled with Hatsume’s hard work that help shape his new costume.

The thoughts never cease, the feelings continue to grow, and he’s pretty sure that if he doesn’t do something about it soon, Bakugou’s about to blow him to kingdom come from the growing annoyance with all his, “Fucking lovesick shit, do something about it Shitty Hair.”

Kirishima’s been mapping it all out. Mina’s offered mountains of advice and shoujo mangas for reference on how to say it and while Kirishima’s always been a simple guy, he’s got to say it.

But before any plans can be enacted and simulations done, it comes to him and to you as suddenly as a summer rain.

The rain comes down in a light shower. Nowhere on the broadcasts had said anything about it and he’d been currently mulling over asking Yaoyorozu to make him an umbrella just this once so he wouldn’t get wet on his way home. There’s barely any sunlight out with the gathered clouds and it’s when he rounds the corner, making up his mind that he sees you.

Your hair’s down this time. It curves around your shoulders and falls freely. Soft. It looks soft. Ends curl against your cheeks and sweep over your shoulder as you press your forehead to the glass. There’s no bandages on your face this time--you got hurt often with your line of work but you were working on it, apparently, and his recent, flustered warning has given you more reason to be careful.

There’s this look in your eyes. It’s soft and gentle but it devours all at once. You drink in the sight of the falling rain and your smile curves along your lips as though someone had merely swiped their finger through a swatch of sunlight and dragged it across a canvas. He’s never seen you with your hair down before. Never seen you look so serene and happy and beautiful all at once as you watch the rain fall and then he remembers in your hundreds of chats that you like the rain because it reminds you of new things.

“I love new things,” you’d said with a laugh. “It’s why I invent.”

“Don’t tell me you only like me because I’m new,” he’d joked, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing to you but then you’d smiled at him so wide and so soft he thought his heart had burst from his chest.

“Nah,” you’d said with a grin. “I like you because you always make me feel new too.”

Kirishima’s only a few feet from you. The clouds cast a kind of somber shadow but you shine against it like a sliver of moonlight. Your eyes are so, so warm and then they glance up, as if searching. You find him at the end of the hallway and the gaze in your eyes shifts, taking him in as though he were the rain and Kirishima wonders if this is what a time Quirk would feel like because suddenly nothing else is moving but the beat of his heart in his chest.

Your pretty eyes meet his and that pretty smile stretches so wide across your face.

“Hey.”

“You’re beautiful.”

His words hang in the air. His heart thuds wildly against his chest and he thinks of everything Mina has ever told him to do and it all goes flying out the window. You’re stuck there, frozen for a moment as you take in his words with wide, startled eyes. Your hand almost robotically reaches up to touch the side of your face and he knows the next words about to come from your lips so he cuts you off.

“Not your Quirk,” Kirishima says. “Just you.”

A moment.

Slowly, suddenly, your cheeks flush the darkest shade of red he’s ever seen on your visage. Your eyes grow round like saucers and you suddenly stare at him as though he’d pulled the moon from the sky and offered it to you as a gift. Your lips part, words stumbling and stuttering as you cup your cheek and then press the back of your hand to your mouth in embarrassment. Kirishima feels breathless and powerful all at once and then he goes carefully still when your eyes dart to him and then away.

“...you too.” You start softly, turning your head.

Kirishima blinks in clear confusion, drunk off you and this and everything and you swallow, rubbing the back of your head before you meet his eyes.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

Kirishima can’t help but wonder if that what the sound of his heart flying out of his chest and into your hands sounds like or if it’s just his imagination.

He thinks it’s pretty regardless.

#kirishima eijirou x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #you #one pining dork who can't articulate his words #i hope you enjoyed it <3

[ikesenlemonadestandstories]

College Try

Good evening everyone! I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything! It was decidedly the weirdest week I’ve ever had. I was out doing my civic duty and was put on a trial that had some particularly sensitive material and I KO’d looking at some of the evidence ‘Mortal Combat Style.’ Needless to say I was dismissed from the trial and was released of my summons for the following week. So....all that really means is that my life’s a mess but you guys get some updates lol

Anyway~ here’s the next chapter to the ‘Going Overboard Series’ which is the tag you can search for the rest of this story. If you’re looking for any of my other Ikesen works they live in a small apartment on 5th street. Feel free to visit them anytime!

*WARNINGS: There aren’t many. There is some NSFW moments, that being said I defiantly typed it at work so it’s all pretty PG-13 and that’s if you’re being critical. Either way, read at your own risk. It’s going under the cut anyways. Otherwise we should be good but let me know if I need anything else in the way of warnings ;) 

Per request I’m tagging @little-mini-me-world

Please enjoy the show!

Happy reading!

T~

College Try - p11

[YN]

It was simultaneously the best and worst sleep. You laid in bed next to Masamune trying to process what he had just said. It’s not like you felt any differently than he did but how did you navigate the water now that you knew something he was bound to forget he said? Leaving you exasperated before sleep finally claimed you.

…

Your alarm woke you bright and early and you jumped up to turn it off before it could disrupt Masamune. It looked like he hadn’t moved all night, which was a nice change from his usual thrashing. Pausing you took an extra long look, convincing yourself it was to make sure he was still breathing. His hair was longer than you remembered it, with the silky walnut strands gracefully covering the scar and socket where his right eye should have been. It had been six years, but his features were just as you remembered, sharp bone structure, long dark lashes, his lips still had that soft pout with an enticing Cupid’s bow. You placed a kiss on his forehead and fixed his disheveled hair before you crawled out of bed to place an order for breakfast.

It was simple, but it came quick. Scrambled eggs with cheese, a pretzel beagle, and a warm glass of green tea. Something to tide you over until Masamune inevitably woke up, causing you to either order something more substantial or you would have to get him out of bed and drag him to lunch.

Deep in thought, you worked on your research paper the rest of the morning nursing your tea and bagel. Around 1130 you heard a groan as the large sheets on the bed shifted.

“Morning Rockstar. How are you feeling?” you asked as he sat up holding his head.

“What the hell happened kitten?” he blinked and looked around the room, finishing the sweep after taking stock of himself.

“You weren’t paying attention, and you polished off my drink last night.” you chuckled lightly before continuing. “You were obliterated, per usual, so I went to take you back to your room-”

“Only you didn’t know which one that was, right?” he finished the thought for you. “I didn’t do anything crazy did I? If the answer is yes then I need you to forget anything that made me look uncool!”

Shaking your head you walked over to Masamune, giving him a full glass of water and some Advil. “This should help the hangover.”

“Thanks (YN), I’ll have to figure out how to make it up to you later.” his hand lingered on your as he took the pills from your hand.

“Don’t mention it. If I remember correctly we started this trip off with you doing something very similar. So consider us even.” you winked as the night of Mai’s wedding replayed in your brain.

[Masamune]

I woke up to a throbbing headache and a 'drier than normal' mouth, the minimal light coming in through the crack in the heavy drape covering the porthole was enough to add to the already sharp pain behind my eyes. I groaned and rolled over in bed reaching for my glass eye stopping short when I heard your voice.

“Morning Rockstar. How are you feeling?” it was quiet and I was happy to hear it but my heart rate picked up when I had no idea what you were doing in my room.

I sprang up but moved way to fast because the second I was vertical my head was spinning again. “What the hell happened Kitten?” maybe you’d be able to enlighten the now apparent gap in my memories.

I sat and listened to your explanation as I realized I was in your room, no wonder I had slept so comfortably. I really hope I didn’t embarrass myself, it’s not like you had never seen me like this, but it had been so long I couldn’t afford to look uncool while I was trying to win you back. You kept trying to justify my actions by saying we were even for the night I carried you back to your room after the wedding, but for some reason, it felt different.

“I don’t think I can. I wish you’d let me make it up to you a little.” I reached out catching a stray curl between my fingers. Your features softened as you did the same with my hair. Why did your fingers feel so good against my scalp? “There’s a dance tonight in the ballroom, would you consider letting me be your escort tonight?”

Your fingers stilled as you looked at me with your bright hazel eyes, they shined with emotion I recognized immediately “Would you?” you exclaimed, your apparent excitement contagious.

“It would be my pleasure.” I gave you my best grin, and you replied in kind with a much more mischievous look.

“Though how am I going to explain my date to everyone?” you leaned in closer, and I could feel heat creep up my neck. “What do you say Masa? Wanna give us the good old college try again?”

We were so near our foreheads were almost touching, you were blushing like mad, but I couldn’t say I was any better off. I had never expected you to be the one to ask me that, then again, everything you do always surprises me. It’s why I love you so much in the first place. Realizing my own feelings the blush I had deepened as it crept all the way up staining my ears a deep burgundy.

“If you’d have me again Lass I’d love to give it more than the old college try.” I was barely through my sentence before your lips came crashing down on mine, teeth accidentally knocking at the intensity of it all.

You pulled back from me but only slightly, “I knew this was going to happen.” you sighed, your warm breath tickling the skin on my nose.

“What was going to happen?” I inquired playfully quirking the eyebrow you could see.

“If I kissed you once there’d be nothing stopping me from doing it all the time.” you dipped your head back in and kissed me again. You tasted like tea and cherry chap-stick. Placing a hand on your rosy cheek and my other free arm around your waist I pulled you in tighter making sure this was all happening.

I broke away a bit later for air and felt my face soften when I saw yours. Lips red and swollen, cheeks dusted with a pinky blush, deep hazel eyes wholly consumed with emotions I recognized as love and lust. You looked perfectly kissed. I felt the same. “Then by all means Kitten,” I gave you another kiss on the lips before gently kissing your forehead “don’t stop.”

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[moonm0chi]

Years (m)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warnings: some explicit language, 

Word Count: 7.2K

Summary:

Sometimes the timing is never right. So you grit your teeth and swallow your feelings whole. Sometimes fate has a funny way of working out.

A/N: Just started writing this one day b/c I needed fluffy Jimin in my life and had some romantic feels. Idk where this came from, like it kinda is quite a trip and a BL I read a while back inspired some parts lol. Enjoy the fluff, the heartbreak and the angst! 

You were 10 years old when he moved in next door to you. Nothing spectacular. Until you broke your leg and missed 2 weeks of school. That’s when you found out he was in your class.

He knocked on your door the shyest smile swept across his face. That day you learned his name was Jimin and it was that day you made the decision that his smile was one of your favorite things behind your ‘She’s the Man’ DVD and your cat, Lulu. Though you wouldn’t tell him, you didn’t want to seem uncool.

He started walking with you to school, even when you told him he was stupid because he’d be late. He didn’t care, he’d just say he was protecting you from breaking your other leg as well.

Even after you could walk rather than hobble, he’d accompany you to school. You thought it was just because you guys lived next to each other but one morning when you’d left 5 minutes earlier than him you found him sprinting to catch up to you.

You’d asked, “You don’t have to keep walking with me, my leg is fine now.”

You were shocked and both of you smiled big enough for your eyes to practically close when he said “Because you’re my friend.”

It was matter of fact and you liked that. That’s how your best friend became Park Jimin.

You were 13 years old when he asked you to the junior high dance. You were just going as friends but that didn’t stop you from blushing at the casual suggestion. Nor did it stop you from wearing make-up for the first time or getting your mom to curl your hair.

He bought you a corsage and held your hand when you guys walked into the gym that was decorated with cheesy balloon arches and an ‘Under the Sea’ theme. You had your first  slow dance ever with him, the both of you grinning like idiots. Both embarrassed and confused, not knowing what the hell you were doing.

His palms were just as sweaty as yours.

It was the first time you played spin-the-bottle at a classmate’s house. You had your first kiss.

His name Lucas and his breath smelled funny. You watched Jimin kiss a girl named April, her hair bright red and freckles kissing her face.

They held hands the rest of the night. You felt sick when Lucas tried to grab yours.

Jimin decided he’d walk April home.

You cried into your pillow and your chest hurt for the first time that night. You didn’t know why.  

14 years old and you’d started to make friends as you began high school. Jimin got a girlfriend.

On the first day of high school you waited for him so you could walk to the bus stop together.

His father told you he’d already started walking to meet his girlfriend.

He walked with you on the days he was fighting with his girlfriend. You remember being the happiest on those days. 

They started to increase until it was every day.

Jimin had broken up with his girlfriend.

Things were getting back to normal. You were hopeful things would return to the way it was, to you and your best friend Jimin against the world.

You drank for the first time when you were 16. Jimin had snuck a bottle of cheap rum into the old tree house you’d built when you were 11.

You hated the bitter taste and fought the urge to gag but the feeling waned. The cold, outside air felt nice against your flushed face.

You were laying down when you whispered, “Jimin, I miss you. 

Your mismatched class schedules and shifting social circles made it harder for you to hang out as much. Plus you weren’t keen on the blushing and heart palpitations that were becoming more frequent around him.

He didn’t miss a beat, “I miss you too.”

He held your hand. It was sweaty, but so was yours.

You found yourself sitting up to hug him. It was something that was also on your ‘favorite things’ list. His warm body, fluffy hair and you complained to him, “You’re getting too muscle-y you’re gonna crush me.”

His laugh was something you cherished, and you pulled back to watch his face scrunch into the smile you adored so much. You caught his eye as his laughter settled 

Both just staring, your heart out of control and eyes sneaking glances to his lips. He moved ever so slowly towards you. You eyes fluttered closed, before a gust of wind knocked the flashlight off the makeshift window sending you both into moonlit darkness.

He pulled back, startled by the noise.

You muttered a “Good night Jimin.” His weak protests only making you flee the scene faster.

You threw up that night, and your eyes burned from tears. Not entirely sure if they were from the alcohol.

You had prom when you were 17 years old. And maybe it’s because you’d started to fill out, look less like an awkward teenager that you found yourself wishfully thinking whenever Jimin fondly brushed up against you more frequently.

You ignore the feeling of it being anything more than friendly. You’d grown. He was your best friend and that’s where he’d stay in your heart.

But when your friend sneakily reveals that maybe he wanted to ask you to prom as more than a friend your naivety when it comes to Jimin let hope flourish inside of your chest.

It was a month before prom when he approached you. His face was dusted with the prettiest blush. Your chest swelled with excitement. You couldn’t hide your smile when he hugged you nonchalantly.

He stood in front of you, and you knew his nervous tics like the back of his hand. And right now he was nervous. He avoided your gaze, twiddled his fingers and bit his lip holding back his question.

“Y/N I wanted to ask you about prom…” He started, a timid smile playing on his lips at the topic.

You nodded excitedly, expectantly.

“Well, do you have a date? 

You shook your head, “No.”

He bit his lip, reluctance consuming him.

“Chim, spit it out before I kick you.” You practically yelled, excitement oozing out of you. You were ready to spit “yes” out before he even asked.

“Do..do you think you would...go to prom with Taehyung?” He asked clasping his hands together begging for your help.

You couldn’t hide your crestfallen face fast enough before Jimin was asking you what was wrong.

You sighed. You could tell him, no reason to be nervous, he was your best friend after all.

“Well...I’d thought that maybe you and I would go together.”

His face was upset. You berated yourself at your own stupidity, but you were also mad at him, you didn’t need his pity.

“Y/N..I-I already told Sarah I’d go with her. I didn’t have a date yet, if I’d kno-”

“Chim, stop. Really it’s okay.” You choked out, plastering on a fake smile so believable it even fooled your best friend.

You went to prom with Taehyung. You drank- a lot.

Jimin took care of you when you started to puke into the hotel toilet. He held your hair, ran his hands over your back, pressed a cold compress to your forehead.

“Are you feeling better?” He whispered kneeling beside your body which was pressed to the toilet.

You hummed in response.

“Listen, I wanted to talk to you. You and I shouldn’t have-” He’s interrupted by Sarah whining that she wanted to ‘hang out with her prom date’ .

You weakly smiled at him, guilt and bile building up in your raw throat at the thought of ruining his prom night. You wave him away. He grabbed your wrist and looked at you ‘are you sure?” are the unspoken words given between the two of you.

“Thank you for taking care of me, you’re the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for Chim. Go and enjoy your night, I’m fine.” You’d replied with an exhausted smile.

He smiled but it never reached his eyes- definitely on your list of least favorite things. “Yea what are  friends are for?”

Taehyung hung out with you in the bathroom the rest of the night. Sweet guy. But, he doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.

You found out that Sarah was trying to sleep with Jimin that night. Jimin let her.

This time you knew your tear stained face wasn’t from the alcohol.

You’re 18, graduation ensued and you tried hard to find fun in the last summer you’ll have before college.

You spent most of it with Jimin. Shocker.

There’s something more intimate about your friendship. There’s more skinship. You’re not complaining. He’s not seeing anyone (it didn’t last with Sarah, Jimin had already drunkenly admitted she was too obnoxious). You definitely had your hopes up. 

Every hug that lasted too long, every brush against your face to push your hair behind your ear. It all was messing with your head. His parents even made jokes that made you both go red. But it hurt, and as much as your hopes were high, your expectations were rock bottom low.

So you settled into being content with your friendship. Happy he was by your side. You wanted to enjoy your last summer together- he would be going to performing arts school while you went to the local college.

It had flown by and you were on your last week before bags would be packed and difficult goodbyes would begin. You were sitting with Jimin, the air slightly humid and passing a bottle of whiskey, that had been gifted to him as a graduation present from a friend, between the two of you.

“First kiss?” He pondered

You wretched exaggeratedly in disgust, “Lucas when we were 13, spin-the-bottle. God it was awful.”

He laughed at your dramatic portrayal of how you felt. Your mind wandered before you asked him your question, “Last kiss?”

He thought, bringing the bottle of whiskey to his lips. The remnants of his sip clung to his lips and you watched as he darted his tongue out to lick at them. You turned your attention to the bottle, which you quickly snatched from his loose grip before taking a swig to preoccupy your wandering mind.

“Sarah...at prom.” He shuddered at the memory.

You giggled, trying to hide your elation at the fact that it’d been over a year since he’d kissed anyone. 

He turned to you, “Speaking of prom, I never got to ask but did you and Tae ever…” His suggestive eyes finished where his sentence had trailed.

You practically choked on the gulp you’d just swallowed down. You blushed, thankful the setting sun hid your red face. 

You shook your head vigorously to make sure he got the point. You bit your lip and decided to disclose some details to him though, “We did make out with some heavy petting though.” You chuckled at the memory.

Tae was an old friend of Jimin’s and since he was homeschooled, your prom was the closest thing he would ever get to a real high school experience 

His eyes widened but then you watched his face settle into an expression that was almost unfamiliar to you. At least it’d never been directed towards you- annoyance. His jaw clenched, nostrils flared at the sharp inhale of breath he took. 

“Hm..” He studied you, “How was it?” Discretion thrown to the wind thanks to the liquid confidence.

You had nothing to lose so you told him the truth, “It was nice. He’s a good kisser and we cuddled afterwards. Plus, he was really sweet for staying with me while I hung around that toilet.” You laughed, the bitterness from the memory long since forgotten. 

Jimin didn’t share your same fondness over the memory.

“Would you date him?” The question caught you by surprise.

You pondered the suggestion and giggled at the thought, “I mean maybe if I found out we had more in common.”

Jimin’s patio chair screeched as he stood up. You followed, confused. He started walking away. You went to grab for his wrist but your slow reaction from the alcohol had you grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt

He swirled around and grabbed at your wrist. You flinched when you saw his face 

He looked bitter.

He scanned the floor, face softening to reveal the hurt he was feeling.

“-me?” He whispered.

“What did you say?” You leaned in closer. You didn’t want your mind playing tricks on you. This time he looked straight at you. 

“I said…. ‘Why not me?’” 

You just stared, eyes wide in shock.

His hand was sticky with sweat when he pressed it against your cheek. He couldn’t tell but so were yours.

He kissed you.

His lips were the softest, softer than your cat Lulu, softer than than your sheets after an exhausting day, and they tasted like cheap whiskey and something inherently sweet.

You kissed back.

You’d thought that it was the best night of your life. Once you retreated to the dingy treehouse, every so often you’d steal kisses, giggling at the feeling- the freedom of doing so as you pleased.

He was the best kiss you've ever had.

You fell asleep on his chest to the lull of his beating heart. You thought things were finally going right. It was your turn. Finally, the right place at the right time.

That following day was a blur, you just wanted to get home from your summer job so you could be with him. You wanted to be with him before he left. You ached to give him an answer to his question.

You had decided you’d tell him that you loved him. 

Except no one was home.

No one told you he was leaving earlier because he’d been accepted into the 2 week summer dance program the school offered before the start of the semester.

No one heard you cry that night, an ache in your chest. You knew why.

You were 19 when you realized that Taehyung went to school with you after he bumped into you on your way to the library.

He asked how Jimin was since he knew you two were close. You told him you hadn’t spoken in over a year. The sad smile on your face was enough for Tae to leave the topic alone.

4 months later you began dating Taehyung. He was a breath of fresh air. He made you laugh and although he was a constant reminder of Jimin, you swallowed your sadness, and instead basked in the boxy grin Taehyung would always give you when he flung his door open to you.

It was 2 months after that you slept with him. He worshipped your body. He was like waves in an ocean, that smell after it stormed, a warm blanket. But he was also lightening, as sly as a fox, that buzz in your chest after right before you dip over the edge of a roller coaster.

You could say that he helped build your confidence up after years of self-doubt. Years of wishing you were in somebody else’s shoes.

He’d hold and rock you, no questions asked when you’d cry. When sobbing wracked your body so violently you could barely breathe. 

He soothed you, and finally the crying subsided. Your heart feeling like seeds of, dare you say love, may one day be planted there again. 

It was spring break when he brought you to a recital, commenting on how a friend of his was in it. You didn’t even blink twice. You were dumb.

It wasn’t until the second half of the recital that you realized. He’d filled out, baby fat having melted to reveal solid thighs, a chiseled face, and abs that could be rivaled.

You swallowed thickly at his beauty, the fluidity of his dancing. It had been almost 2 years since you’d seen him. Since you’d spoken to him.

Taehyung thought he was being a good boyfriend when he thought about the surprise reconciliation.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the theatre lights in the performance center brightened. The tightness is your chest relaxing as you realized you’d soon be home.

Again, you were dumb.

Taehyung was most certainly not dragging you toward the exit but rather toward a small mob of people. They were waiting for the cast and crew and once you realized as they started to pour out of the door you held tighter to Tae’s hand.

He smiled down at you.

You didn’t notice, your eyes were darting over every face until everything was a blur.

You stopped.

His hair was a beautiful grey, the costume from his last performance still hugged him.

You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

You were almost angry at how beautiful he’d gotten. It was unfair. 

He cracked into your favorite smile when he saw Tae. Sending the old friend a wave.

He saw you. His smile fell.

Your throat felt tight when he flickered his eyes down to your hand, firmly locked in Taehyung’s. You had to resist the urge to pull it from his grip.

He walked over. He was good at faking smiles now. But it still didn’t reach his eyes.

It was nothing but small talk when he reached you. It made you sick at how this is what your friendship had come to.

You let Tae do most of the talking, giving a nod every once in awhile to still show you were engaged in the conversation.

You didn’t trust your voice.

Tae decided he’d get the coats that you’d both checked. You were left alone with the Jimin.

“When did you dye your hair?” You asked, the awkward silence unbearable.

“Maybe two months ago, the school always has me changing colors because of different showcases.” He replied letting out an uncomfortable laughter. 

Rather than forcing yourself to endure such unfortunate circumstances you smiled curtly and mumbled and ‘excuse me’ to go and find Tae.

He lurched out and grabbed your wrist. You spun around to face him and pulled your hand out of his hold so fast you you almost stumbled backward 

He flinched at your reaction, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Don’t...” You said half frustrated, half begging.

“When did you start dating Taehyung?”

“About 6 months ago.” You whispered

You looked at him and your eyes slid down his neck, patches of uneven concealer noticeable in the corridor lighting. They were covering hickeys. Your anger flared.

“Y/N listen I wanted to talk, to apologize...” He said.

You scoffed, “After 2 years? What exactly are you apologizing for? Whatever it is-” 

You sighed, disheartened, “ I..I’m happy now Jimin. Tae is making me so happy and I...love him.” You choked out the last part. 

It wasn’t true but you wanted to hurt Jimin as deeply as he had hurt you. They were words you only desired to say to one person ever in your entire life and they were trying to apologize to you right now. The words had been choked down for so many years you weren’t even sure they’d come out if the opportunity ever came. 

You succeeded and almost felt guilty. 

You spun on your heal. He grabbed your waist this time and whispered in your ear. His voice, low and silky, hints of pleading in his voice, washed over your ear. You shivered under his touch.

“I want you.” He stated.

You rolled your eyes and played it off even though you were sure your heart could’ve been medically proven to have stopped. Reluctantly pried his hands from your waist. Turning around to face him again you pointed at the hickeys, “Clearly you have someone else who wants you. Wouldn’t want to ruin a good thing.”

“Y/N it’s not an-”

You cut him off.

“Could’ve never been me.” You spat viciously. Only reveling in the hurt look on his face for a moment before you walked away.

He didn’t chase after you this time.

When you were 20 he weaseled his way back into your life through the form of Taehyung. Tae couldn’t ignore his long term friend. So he’d often invite him places.

You often felt like the third wheel. You refused to give Jimin anything but curt replies. As little syllables as possible.

He was eventually successful in weaseling his way back into your heart. ‘You an I against the world, like old times’ he’d say while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You hated it. Especially the way your pulse would jump.

At 21 you’d broken up with Taehyung. It was on amicable terms after you’d both decided that this wasn’t going to end in marriage.

He moved out.

It took you until you were 22 to find a new roommate. Or rather, it took you until 22 for Jimin to convince you to let him be your new roommate.

You hated it.

But you agreed. Because you’re fucking stupid.

You gave yourself a pep talk every morning that you could endure living in the house with him.

You were successful in quenching your feelings through exercise, work and your self-deprecating sense of humor.

You slipped up.

By accident, you’d gotten yourself into a mess.

He’d dragged himself onto the couch after practicing with his dance troupe all day, “With my schedule I’m never going to get a girlfriend...or get laid. I’m always too tired to go out.” He whined and groaned about his “unfortunate circumstances”.

You’d had enough, “Why don’t you find someone to be like ‘friends with benefits’ with? It’s like someone you can booty call whenever you need.”

It was silent. You went back to watching the variety show that was blaring on the TV.

“What about you?”

You hadn’t caught on to the context of the question, “What about me?"

Another pause. 

“Would you be my ‘friend’?”

“Jimin, I don’t really get wh-” it clicked.

Your eyes widened, practically popped right out of your head.

You chewed the inside of your cheek anxiously. Didn’t know if you wanted this. Everything that’d finally come together- the friendship that had finally been mended- could crumble if you said ‘yes’.

“Jimin...I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” You said

“Please Y/N, plus you haven’t gotten laid since Taehyung I’m assuming with the amount of time you spend in here, on this couch, and that was like 4 months ago. We’ll both benefit from this.” His puppy dog eyes were working hard to convince you.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and that alone was enough to make you say ‘yes’.

You played it off, rolled your eyes and accepted, “Fine.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, reveling in the sweet taste you’d missed so much. The taste that had haunted your mind whenever you kissed another boy and expected it.

You slept with him on a Tuesday night for the first time. You laid next to him after. His naked body pressed to your back. You watched the snow outside begin to fall.

You didn’t fall asleep for another few hours. Terrified that if you closed your eyes he’d be gone. His skin was finally on yours, something you’d wanted for so long.

It wasn’t how you wanted, but you’d settle.

This would have to be good enough.

It was good enough until evidently, it wasn’t.

His troupe was relaxing, giving the dancers some much needed time off. You wanted to spend time with him. He wanted to spend time out. 

Like poison seeping into your bloodstream agonizingly slow, he stopped touching you.

The distance separating you slowly, was tangible- like quicksand- the more you tried to fix things, the harder you struggled, the farther you sunk- farther away from him. 

You came home one night and regretted it. You actually regretted coming back to your own house. Imagine that. 

The moans had you nauseous. Hers more than his.

You sat on the couch, a book in your hand to try and preoccupy your shaking hands.

You weren’t quite sure how long you were on the couch before the door creaked open and a girl you could care less about sauntered from Jimin’s room. She jumped slightly at your dark figure on the couch.

She fixed her rumpled dress, disheveled hair and blooming hickeys enough to share the story of what happened in the bedroom. She moved towards the door before turning to you with a sweet smile, “Do you think I could have a glass of water.”

You looked at her, not a flicker one emotion behind your eyes.

“No. Bye.” You stood up and opened the door, clutching the doorknob with a vise grip.Your smile was thin and tight. She needed to leave and you needed to be alone to wallow in your self pity.

She nodded, but continued to study your appearance while she slipped her shoes on and teetered toward the door in her platforms. Her eyes were warm. She looked older than you and she had this warm and wise smile on her face. You’re still unsure if the remark she she made while she slipped past you was supposed to be heard.

“Well...now I understand where he gets his taste from.”

You eyes grew big and you were speechless from the off-hand comment. You closed the door, back pressed firmly it before you slumped to the floor. You clutched your shirt- you never knew a heart could hurt this much. You felt your nails dig into the soft flesh around your chest, wishing you could rip your heart out because that’d be less painful than the ache in it right now.

You pinched your lips together, unsure if Jimin had fallen asleep yet, determined to not wake him up with your crying. You were shaking, hunched over, head falling in your hands and tears rolling down your cheeks silently. . 

But then you inhaled deeply and it was like a tsunami once you opened your mouth. You couldn't hold back the sobs that wracked your body, making you double over. You were heartbroken and so angry at how pathetic you felt. 

You had done so well, you’d been fine with just being friends and then his hands touched you and nothing else mattered. And you were always in the wrong place at the wrong time, your chance always obliterated. And it’s like the taste wasn’t enough anymore, but you were so angry at yourself for expecting more.

You didn’t know how long you were crying before you felt someone embrace your shuddering body. They picked you up bridal style and the cologne you’d started to associate all the good thing sin the world with flooded your senses. You miserably fought back but you knew your efforts wouldn’t stop them.

You were placed on your bed and soothing hands were gently smoothing your hair. But they only made you cry harder. Because as much as you hated this dumb boy you would give anything so he wouldn’t stop. 

He broke the silence, “Y/N what’s wrong.”

His voice was gentle and it made your heart ache even more. You couldn’t answer. You’d locked away your feelings for so long that it’d be a miracle if you could locate the key.

“It’s okay you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.” He soothed, slowly lying down beside you.

You couldn’t bear to look at him. But you felt yourself calm at his body warmth, the familiar breathing pattern, and heart beat.

“Ssh, it’s okay. Whatever..or whoever did this to you….they’re a fucking idiot.” He tried to sound make you laugh.

But a fresh batch of silent tears began to roll down your face at his remark. You nuzzled your head into his chest. Breathing in his scent, breathing in everything that reminded you of happiness, laughter, sunlight, and held onto it for as long as your lungs could. You gripped his shirt tightly, positive you were leaving ugly tear stains on it.

You began to regain a regular breathing pattern, and the small circles that Jimin repeated against your back relax your tense body into his. The emotional exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks and you tried to keep your droopy eyes open. Wanted to remember this feeling forever. 

“Go to sleep, it’s okay.” He whispered

“Jimin..” You said, exhaustion laced into every syllable.

“Hmmm”

You breathed in a lung full of him again, eyes fluttering shut and your last words fell out of your mouth as a sigh.

“Why not me?” He stopped his circling motion on your back and tensed under you but you were more unconscious than conscious to realize and react.

You stirred. You kept your eyes closed though, realizing someone was in your room. Someone was shuffling back and forth.

Rather, Jimin was pacing back and forth. 

Your blood ran cold and your stomach dropped. Maybe, if you laid still long enough he would leave and let you rot in your bedroom for eternity. 

Curiosity got the best of you and you cracked your eye open, making sure he didn’t see. He was running his hands anxiously through his freshly dyed black hair. 

You didn’t realize that the longer you stared at him anxiously pace, biting the inside of his cheek, the more your eyes slipped fully open. You didn’t realize until he was staring right back at you.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

You kept quiet, and your face heated up. You couldn’t even fathom how you’d let yourself cry like that in front of him. He was probably waiting for you to wake up so that he could break the news that’d he’d be moving out immediately.

You lifted yourself up and just kept watching as he started to pace again. Seeming even more nervous. His brow furrowed and then he abruptly turned to you.

“Okay so….” He started.

Your stomach immediately dropped, you probably wouldn’t be able to live through whatever he was about to tell you.

“Jimin you really don’t ha-”

“No, please be quiet and just listen before I lose my nerve. Heh….it wouldn’t be the first time.” He chuckled at the inside joke you weren’t in on.

He started to pace again and then he spoke.

“When I was 10, I moved in next door to you.” He glanced at you to make sure you were paying attention and continued, “I… I was so excited to move into the house beside one of my classmates. And even more excited when we finally started walking to school and back home together.”

He swallowed and shyly glanced at you again, “You were my first best friend. I moved a lot and didn’t really see the point in making new friends. But you looked so cool with your green cast on your leg and I was so nervous you didn’t want to be friends with me.”

He was still pacing, glancing at you every so often. He sighed and carded his hands through his hair again.

“Junior high dance- we were 13. I shouldn’t have asked you as a friend,” He quickly scrambled to finish his sentence when he heard how bad it sounded coming out of his mouth, “Uh what- what I mean is... I wanted to ask you as a date. But I was a fucking chicken so I used the excuse of going as friends.”

“And, I should have never let you switch seats with April….I was so angry when you kissed that idiot Lucas. So my dumbass 13 year old self ignored my feelings, decided to kiss a girl I had no interest in and pretend you didn’t exist for the rest of the night.”

You were flabbergasted. Your eyes were wide as he recalled monumental moments in your life. Your chest felt tight and you gripped the bed sheets as he continued his monologue.

“Should’ve never walked without you to school...EVER!” He stated like it was the most obvious thing.

He seemed to be getting frustrated with himself.

“I wanted to kiss you when we were 16. And I always regret having agreed to let Tae take you to prom. And I should’ve stayed with you in that bathroom at after-prom. God, I’m such a fucking idiot. That whole night I just kept waiting for you to be alone so I could get one slow dance in with you. You looked beyond beautiful by the way...man you were all I could think about even when I was with Sarah.” He smiled sheepishly.

Pausing to catch a breath he stared at you. He stopped pacing and started again, gaining confidence in his words and looking you straight in the eye. 

“The day I kissed you for the first time...it’s still one of the best memories of my life. God I could keep kissing you forever. I was terrified of how I felt and jealous of Taehyung and a dumb 18 year old drunk kid. And the day I left without saying goodbye, I cried for 2 whole weeks. I really don’t think I ever hated myself more. And then I knew you were too fucking good for me...I couldn’t-”, He swallowed, “I was still too weak, too self conscious, like I said, really fucking dumb.”

You could feel the lump in your throat growing, making it harder for you to breath easily.

“Then I saw you at the recital and I knew that would be my only chance. You were holding hands with Tae and I swore the whole theatre could hear my heart shatter.” His breath was shaky now but nevertheless kept his gaze on you.

“When you said you loved him…” He didn’t finish the sentence the agony in his eyes from even thinking about it was enough. “Actually, that night I was sent to the ER after I punched a wall and my roommate thought I broke my hand. I was so angry at myself. So angry that I’d lost every chance to speak to you the way you deserved. I didn’t break my hand but boy did it feel worse than whatever was going on in my chest; it was the only pain that even came close to what my heart was feeling.”

You blinked back tears, surprised you still had some to spare.

“I was never the religious type but I prayed..I prayed every day that you’d somehow...someway, find your way to me because I’m selfish and I wanted my own happiness more than my two closest friends. And for once I thought there was a God in the world when you split up as awful as that sounds.” His eyes were glassy by this point, his adam’s apple bobbed and his jaw clenched as he fought to continue.

“But then….but then I- I did the most awful thing and somehow thought it was okay. I wanted you so bad, anyway I could get you would be better than no way at all. And I was messed up for using you like that. And so I slept with other girls, girls that looked like you and...- but, it wasn’t enough.”

You hastily wiped at the tears that began to slide down your face. His own were threatening to spill.

“I remember how you felt, your bare skin pressed to mine. I swear I have dreams so real about that night that they should be considered nightmares because I wake up and you’re not there and I’m alone and I guess that it was my punishment.” He cleared his throat.

“But what I’m trying to say...what I want to tell you is- it’s always been you.” His tears were rolling down his face and he walked closer to you, reaching out to cup your face gently and swipe at your tears.

You opened your mouth. You knew what you wanted to say but the words wouldn’t come out, buried so long you’d forgotten how to speak of them.

Frustrated you only cried more. Jimin laughed, his eyes squished closed- your favorite.

“Y/N…” He whispered, his forehead resting on yours.

You looked at him and he broke into the biggest grin.

“I love you.”

You were sure your head was about to explode like a bottle rocket that’s how red it was.

He kissed you. It was different. It was sweet. But it wasn’t just lust that fueled this one. It wasn’t alcohol. It was love, god damn love and practically 10 years worth of it.

You could taste the salt of his dried up tears. And you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and whimper. He smiled, making your teeth bump together.

You kept kissing and kissing, until your lips were swollen and tingled. Until he laid you on your back.

“This time, I want to see your face.” He said with a warm smile.

You blushed and hid your face behind your hands.

Times in the past, you hid your face in the mattress as he took you from behind, hiding your flustered face pretty well. This time, you could feel the intimacy, the desperate urgency for intimate contact in every touch that branded your skin.

He kissed his way from your lips, to your jaw, neck, collarbones.

You moaned, gasping for air as his plush lips didn’t miss a single patch of skin on its path of assault. 

“Jimin I-” The words were stuck again.

“It’s okay.” He said understanding.

He brought his face back up and you searched his eyes, still in shock that this was happening.  That he was real.

You couldn’t help the small smile that seemed to sneak onto your face whenever he looked at you. He smiled back, biting his lip.

You pulled him down for another kiss. This time both moaning when he slipped his tongue into your mouth and gently grinded his growing erection into your core.

His scent, god his scent had your head swimming. It encase you, and made you feel safe in his arms. Cologne and something that smelled like bottled warmth. You buried your head into the crook of his neck while his hands traveled up your shirt.

You kissed his warm, smooth skin and felt the vibrations of his moan pass from his rib cage to yours. A second later he had your shirt over your head and soon his was off too.

He worshipped your body, every valley, dip, dimple, scar, like it was his religion. He hadn’t even taken your pants off yet and you were already panting.

His hands twitched and fiddled with your waistband but your hands quickly stopped them, determined to tell him what you needed this time before things went any farther, “JiminI..I.l-” You furrowed your brow. You were trying so hard but his thumbs burning circles into your hips was not helping.

You huffed in frustration, tears welling in your eyes.

Jimin deserved to hear this. He’d said it so easily and here you were, like a floundering fish. 

“It’s okay.” He reassured you again and peppered kisses all over your face. He made haste in pulling his own pants and boxers off. And then slowly began on yours. You didn’t resist this time, far too worked up to wait any longer.  

He gentled spread your legs apart and his eyes held a dreamy gaze. You felt shy and tried to close your legs, embarrassed under his searing gaze.

He held your knees tighter to make sure you didn’t do just that and kissed the inside of them reassuringly. He looked up at you, then let his eyes travel the rest of your naked body. His breathing was labored, clearly feeling just as aroused as you were. 

“I can’t believe this. I’m in love with the most beautiful girl in the galaxy, I’m sure of it. I’ve only ever wanted you, please….please, never, ever forget that.”

His eyes shone with sincerity when he looked at you and leaned over to kiss you again. This one was hard and held all the emotions, all the mess ups and missed opportunities. You held him in the kiss longer, a whine escaping your lips as he began to slide in.

The warmth and familiarity of him pulsing inside of you had you clenching around him in ecstasy and anticipation.

You broke the kiss and he rested his face in the crook of your neck. He grunted, “God I love you so much.”

You bit your lips anxiously, “Wait.”

You locked your legs tightly around his waist so he couldn’t begin to rock his hips.

You had to do this. You would not, no...could not let him do this without expressing how you’ve felt even once. 

You grabbed his face and made him look at you. The look on your face- determination, frustration and pleading for him to understand- told him you were serious.

He gently kissed your nose, “It’s okay, you can do it. You don’t need to say it right now if you don’t want to.” He cooed lovingly.

“No, I...I won’t.” You felt the heat rise to your cheekbones as he stared on, expectantly. You clenched around him again, a shiver running up your spine at the feeling of being so full.

He groaned, the feeling of not moving inside your tight walls was a feat. But he complied, knowing how important this was.

You inhaled sharply, “Jimin..I lo-lo..”

“Come on you’re almost there...don’t think about it so much.” He said.

You opened your mouth to try again and a moan flew out instead. He had brushed up against your sweet spot. 

“Oh did I do that?” He asked feigning innocence. 

“Jimin.” You tried to sound stern but it came out as more of a moan. 

“Please don’t worry about it, I can love you enough for the both of us until you’re ready.” He whispered in your ear.

You only furrowed your brows deeper at this. He saw your frustration and proceeded to kiss the tension from your brows, inching his way until he kissed you deeply. His tongue snaking against yours in such a way that it had your clit throbbing.

“...you.” You managed to gasp against his lips.

 He smiled but continued to kiss you, he mumbled between kisses, “Say it one more time?” 

“I.” He kissed you again, “ever since...” you tasted salt on your tongue, “...you Jimin.” You pulled back to see both of you crying.

You cried, out of deep pleasure and an odd sense of relief, “Jimin...ahmm...since forever, I’ve loved you.” His eyes shone with tears and reciprocated love.

He hugged you tightly, you could feel his warm tears pool and slide down your skin, “You finally said it.” He praised you quietly. You felt him twitch inside you as you repeated it like a mantra over and over. The words that were inside you for so long finally spilling freely from you like an overflowing sink.

He pulled his weight off of you and disentangled your legs from around his waist, holding your knees tightly. He released his grip on your right knee to lean forward and cup your face before kissing you tenderly.

But it wasn’t long before you’re abruptly breaking from the kiss and snapping your head back. He grunted into your ear, “I’m sorry I can’t hold back any longer...you feel so good clenching around me like that.”

He pulled all the way out before he was snapping his hips back into you hard enough to arch your back into his impossibly close chest.

He blindly sought out your hand and upon finding it, interlocked your sweaty palm with his.

He pounded into you mercilessly, his other hand releasing the knee he was still holding to begin rubbing small circles over your swollen clit. Your eyes began to roll into the back of your head and your parted lips spilled broken and breathy shrieks. Jimin’s moans only goaded you farther, clenching like clockwork around his cock every time he pressed especially hard against your clit.   

“I can't believe I missed out on this face every time I did you from behind.” He grunted, words barely comprehensible with his ragged panting. His hot breath filled your ear as he growled, “You look so beautiful taking me, I want to be able to fill you up forever.”

You whined at the words meant to push to to orgasm. Which they did. You didn’t know what to do the pleasure was so blinding. All you emotions working in overdrive, tears pricking your eyes again from the overwhelmingness of it all. But through your haze you felt Jimin’s hips stutter, and the twitch and slight expansion of his dick signaling he was just as close as you had been. 

You moaned at the overstimulation but also from the pulse of him inside you and whined for him to come inside of you. Something you’d blush at later, at how aggressive and straightforward you’d been.  

He complied happily, your clenching walls and pleading words enough to push him over the edge and spill his warm seed into you. You reveled in the feeling. Eyes fluttered open just enough to write the look of euphoria on Jimin’s face into memory forever.

He went to pull out but you circled your legs around his waist and blushed, “Just a little longer.” You wanted to stay like this, loving the feeling of him inside of you before he went soft.

He groaned a blush highlighting his beautiful cheekbones at your unintentionally provocative words, “If you say stuff like that I’m just going to get hard again.”

He fell to the side of you and after some silence you felt his playful smile against your sweaty head, “So...you love me?” 

You laughed, tracing patterns onto his hand that was wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“I love you.” You wriggled around until you faced him. You grinned up at him and continued, feeling confident in your words, “I love your stupid jokes, I love your laugh, I love your teeth, I love your eyes, I love your lips, I love your nose, I especially love your smile though and I lov-”

 “Alright stop, save some for another day.” He was getting flustered, his eyes practically closed with the wide grin on his face as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment.

You felt his eyelashes brush against your skin like feathers as his eyes fluttered closed, a small smile lingering on his face. His breath evened out and soon enough you were sure he was asleep. 

You smiled. There wasn’t really anything more you could do.

“I love you Park Jimin. Your stupid 10 year old chubby face, and that cute chip in your tooth, your hands even when you complain about how small they are. I love you if you have abs or a squishy tummy. I love you. Everything, I love everything.” You couldn’t stop saying it and it felt better each time. You let out a breathy laugh, because everything about him was your favorite.

And this time, you didn’t stay up for hours. Your body sunk into his and sleep washed over you like a pleasant dream

 The next morning sun rays from your open window danced behind your eyes, making you groan, reluctant to get up. But they slowly opened anyway, the warm body next to you making the wake up so much easier.

“Morning” You mumbled when you cracked your eyes open and saw Jimin was already awake.

Your eyes widened to tennis balls in worry when you saw Jimin looking at you with tears streaking his face. You pressed your hand to his face, “Wh-what’s wrong.”

He laughed to himself, “I just...I woke up and saw you next to me and I- I’m so happy.”

You felt him speak against your neck a muffled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied back with ease, like you were born to say it to him.

10 year old you would’ve never thought breaking your leg would bring you a friend. 22 year old you would’ve never thought the boy you loved for 10 years who ever say ‘I love you’. But as fate would have it, timing had nothing to do with it.

#BTS smut #bts fanfic #Jimin smut #jimin fanfic #bts jimin #bts scenarios #namjoon #yoongi #taehyung #hoseok #jin #jungkook #bts V #bts suga #sky writes #mochi princess #this actually hurt to write but I couldn't stop?!?

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Jake and amy short fic idea : amy is pregnant and is desperate for a cig from the stress and turns to jake for help ..... too much? 😂

Okay, first of all, thank you for the prompt! Second of all, when I got this ask, it was like 11 PM where I live and it’s now 2 AM and I haven’t stopped writing, haven’t even read through it but there it is, it’s out of my hands and it’s probably gonna be a bit incoherent, so sorry for that. A few notes: this got away from me, lol, I don’t know if 3k words is your definition of ‘short’ but well; I have no clue about pregnancy, so sorry if this is terribly inaccurate, I tried with my limited knowledge and my sleep depravity. Anyways, putting it under a read-more so it doesn’t crowd people’s dashboard and I hope you like it! :)

Being pregnant sucks.

It’s a fact Amy hadconsidered well while making her five-year plan binder but she had always knownthat she wanted to raise a family with the right person and leave her own markon the world through her two amazing children (Amy refuses to go through theinsanity her mother went through that was raising eight children, seven of which are boys; she shudders each time shethinks of being pregnant for that long andthe research and organizational hell it would be to re-plan her wholebinder) that were going to be on the top of their classes in school, graduatewith honors and then take over the world in their own way.

She had put possible careers for herchildren in the binder but then scrapped them, deciding that she should behumble about their future and only be a supporting mother who only gave aslight nudge in the right direction whenever necessary.

(The other reason wasthat Jake had let out such an offended noise when he found out, that Amy wasmore or less forced to admit that maybe she had went a little overboard.

Maybe.)

Amy had planned herpregnancy even before her and Jake got together and she was determined tofollow her Life Plan meticulously despite all the obstacles that got in herway.

Namely: Jake going to WitSec, the precinct nearly getting shut down, her own fears of jeopardizing herrelationship with Jake because of her aspirations to become a sergeant, Jakegetting wrongly convicted and going to jail, her working tirelessly to get himout…

Thank God, she had thebrains to put extra time intervals in her binder and Plan in case those type ofthings happened.

Anyway, Amy and Jakehad prevailed and had finally gotten married just in time to fit the assortedtime interval she had planned out and the next logical step was, of course,starting their own family.

It had been a coupleof years after tying the knot when they started trying – Amy had wanted tosettle in her new job as a Sergeant and Jake had no qualms about letting her doso – but when they did, it had happened very fast.

As in, two-weeks-very-fast.

(It’s in our blood, mija, her mother hadsaid, as if that gave any explanation.)

Nevertheless, Amy wasprepared with all possible pregnancy books and binders she had put togetherwith her husband’s help and while they had been shocked at first, the sheer joybubbling inside their chests had quickly taken over and the excitement of beingfuture parents was almost tangible whenever they looked at each other.

The first few monthswere not that bad, aside from the morning sickness and adjusting to her strangecravings at ungodly hours of the night, but Amy hadn’t been very fazed sinceshe had done her best to study her pregnancy books. However, as the monthsadvanced and her belly grew, her tolerance for exhaustion drastically droppedand she couldn’t keep reading those books without falling asleep after 15minutes. Amy would wake up an hour later, get frustrated about how 15 minutes is not nearly enough time toabsorb valuable information, Jake! and how this baby growing inside of herwas making her life so difficult.

Jake would then giveher a meaningful look, accompanied by a small smile and Amy would start feelingguilty about blaming this little peanut that was half her and half Jake thatshe had come to love unconditionally even before it was born and she wouldapologize profusely to her belly while stroking it gently.

(This was also veryoften accompanied by crying uncontrollably about how Amy was going to be aterrible mother which would prompt Jake to grasp her hands and tell her in hismost earnest voice that she was going to be the awesomest mom ever and I’m gonna be the coolest dad ever – point is,Ames, we’re gonna be great parents. Amy would then reluctantly smile andsay with a watery chuckle that awesomestis not even a word, Jake to which Jake would reply with something along thelines of you’re gonna be such an awesomemom that you deserve a new word.

She would then kisshim and demand a foot rub.)

Amy was ecstatic abouthaving a kid with Jake and her pregnancy was filled with magical moments.

But this one that shewas experiencing at the moment was, decidedly, not.

As soon as Amy hadwoken up, her fingers were itching to solve something which was very uncool ofher brain since she had started her pregnancy leave two weeks beforehand. Jakehad developed this ability to sense whenever she got too fidgety and anxious,so whenever he came home, he would walk her through his own cases and ask herfor a fresh perspective. It worked, since that itch usually appeared some timeduring the day, most often the afternoon when she was bored out of her mind, soshe didn’t have that much time to dwell on the fact that she couldn’t workbefore Jake came home.

Feeling that itch in the morning was new.

And inconvenient.

(As lots of things that come with this pregnancy, Amy’s mindsupplied which annoyed her even further.)

She was determined notto spiral, though, so Amy forced herself to be positive and go about her day asusual before she could get her hands on a new case from her husband in theevening. It was a positive thought that filled her with energy she didn’trealize she could have, so her hopes went up and her morning was spent with asmile on her face.

Of course, all badthings happen after lunch and Amy cursed herself for not preparing for thebarrage of disasters that occurred during the afternoon.

At her seven monthmark, Amy often had cravings not only during the night but the whole day, sowhen she laid down to watch some daytime TV, she knew she was going to get upto the kitchen at least five times.

She knew what she wasgetting into by laying down, is what she’s saying.

At getting up numberseven in the span of an hour and a half, Amy banged her head on her kitchencabinet (because she had forgotten to close it at getting up number five, butwho cares) which caused her right foot to reflexively fly out forwards and herbig toe getting slammed on the kitchen island.

Amy didn’t bothermuffling her following scream.

Jake’s calm voicechanted in her head In, out, in, outand after a minute of deep breathing, the worst of the pain had passed and Amyforced her eyes open. She then registered that her toe was slightly bleedingwhich was going to stain the carpet and that thought was enough to send coldshivers down her spine. She retrieved a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, somecotton and band aids from the bathroom cabinet before sitting carefully on thetoilet seat. Soaking the cotton in the peroxide, Amy stretched her right legout and then strained to reach it but no matter how much force she put behind heractions, the cotton ball she was holding couldn’t even reach her toe becauseher belly was in the way.

Her belly was in the way.

Amy could feel hernostrils flaring and the faint sound of her mother’s reprimanding about it howit isn’t good for the baby for her to get angry flowed somewhere from behindher.

“I know,” Amy gritthrough her teeth.

Great, now I’m going insane.

After 10 minutes ofbreathing exercises and imagining new binder smell and laminating the list ofnames she and Jake had come up with, Amy felt calm enough to try a creativesolution that more or less got the job done.

(She threw the cottonball on the floor near her foot and pulled out some serious moves to roll hertoe around it and clean the wound.

Amy had never been soglad to be alone than in that moment.)

It took her nearlyhalf an hour of rolling her leg, cursing in both English and Spanish andsweating profusely but in the end Amy had a band aid on her toe and thebathroom was a mess. She took a small break during which she triumphantly grinnedat her toe and then set about cleaning the trash that she had piled up.

Amy thought cleaningwould calm her down as it had always done but she was exhausted and the jobtook her twice as long as it normally would which only served to feed thered-hot ball of anger in her stomach. She felt dirty and tired, her toeslightly throbbed in pain and the weight of her belly screwed up her center ofgravity even more than usual.

She wanted to cry.

Amy didn’t letherself, though, since she was a strong woman who was taught not to depend onanybody, so she sucked it up and took a quick (ish) shower which was colder than she would’ve liked but it wasn’t enoughto break down the wall of determination she had built around herself.

She managed to layback down on the couch to watch Ellen, onlyto find out that she had missed it.

By three hours.

The urge to cry hither even more intensely than before.

However, the urge tosmoke was even bigger.

Amy started pacing theliving room until her hands started shaking and her knees screamed in protest.She sat down reluctantly on one of the chairs at the dining table but couldn’tkeep herself from biting her nails.

Once the idea ofsmoking a cigarette (just one would beenough, she told herself) invaded her mind, it refused to go away. Amy hada big problem and she didn’t know what to do about it.

She didn’t know forhow long she sat there when she heard the telltale click of the door unlocking.

“Babe, you will not believe this case Sarge assigned metoday, I mean, it’s like Inception levelsof mind-blowing, you’re gonna—“

Jake froze when helooked up and saw his wife at the dining table, biting her nails obsessively, amanic look in her eye and her hair done in small braids.

Oh no.

“Babe?”

There was no reaction;it was like she hadn’t noticed him entering or she was just too anxious to evenlook up at him. Jake left his keys on the table before shrugging off hisjacket, satchel and sneakers, leaving them by the door to deal with later. Hetook a tentative step forwards but then moved back to the mess he left andstarted arranging his things in their designated spots, knowing that if Amy wasat Level 4 of the Santiago Panic Scale as he suspected, she would get even moreanxious as soon as she merely glanced at his items on the floor.

When he was confidentenough that his things were in relative order, Jake padded quietly over to Amywho hadn’t ceased chewing her nails. Just as he was about to say her namesoftly and reach out to her, her frantic gaze snapped to his and Jake nearlyshit his pants at how terrifying hiswife looked at that moment.

(Thank God, she hadn’ttaken out the braids yet because then Jake couldn’t guarantee what would’ve orwouldn’t have happened in his pants.)

“Jake!” Amy nearlyshouted, fighting with the table to stand up quickly. Jake immediately moved tohelp her but she shooed him off and he took a step back. “Hey, aren’t youearly? I feel like you’re early, maybe you aren’t, I don’t know, pregnancy screwedup my sense of time.”

“Ames—“Jake started,but Amy cut him off abruptly, grabbing his hoodie with both hands and pullinghim close, her belly slightly digging into his stomach.

“I. Really. Need. Tosmoke.”

Jake blinked.

“What? Why? You haven’thad a craving in forever!”

Amy huffed out afrustrated breath, leaning away slightly from her husband but didn’t loosen hergrip on him.

“I just… I had themost awful day and it’s never been sobad but I’m really tempted to take out that box of cigarettes in the toilet you’vebeen hiding from me—“

“Wait, you know aboutthat one?” Jake demanded in a high-pitched voice but Amy continued as if hehadn’t uttered a word.

“–and light one so Ican stop feeling like, like… this andI need you to stop me.”

Amy’s quick speech wasaccompanied by frantic movements of her eyebrows and a pleading look in hereyes and it was so… Amy that Jakecouldn’t help but grin down at his wife. Her pupils darted left and right tohis own and he could see how worked up she was, so Jake gently pried her handsoff his hoodie, enveloping them in his own before giving them a reassuringsqueeze.

“Ames.”

Her eyes stoppedflitting around and with them her entire body visibly relaxed but the tensionwasn’t gone yet.

“I need you to listento me carefully, okay?” Amy nodded.

“Good,” taking a deepbreath, Jake walked them over to the couch and sat, Amy reluctantly followinghis lead. “Babe, if there is one person strong enough to overcome anything inthe name of their child, it’s the mom. And you’re already an example of that, Imean, how many things did you give up already? Going to work, solving cases,Trivia Newton John, smoking?”

“Jake…” Amy startedexasperatedly but he cut her off quickly.

“I mean it, Ames. Youcan do this, you’re one of the strongest women I know, the strongest even, but don’t tell Rosa or my mom about that.”

Amy let out a smallchuckle and Jake felt his grin widen and his courage expand.

“I can’t pretend toknow how hard it is to be pregnant but it’s my job to help you in whatever wayI can as your husband and our baby daddy.”

“Don’t call yourself ‘babydaddy’,” Amy deadpanned.

“Roger that,” Jakenodded. “Look, don’t give up now, okay? We’ve got a little ways to go and Italked with the Captain and he agreed to give me the last two months off.Apparently I stacked enough vacation time and it won’t be a problem.”

Amy’s expressionshifted to concern and uncertainty.

“Jake, are you sure? Idon’t want you giving up working for me.”

“I’m not giving upanything, Ames. There’s no place I’d rather be than at your and our baby’sside.”

That red-hot ball ofanger and anxiety in her stomach quickly morphed into that warm feeling Amy alwaysgot whenever Jake was being his usual supporting self and said something soromantic that her toes involuntarily curled. It spread through her chest, allthe way to her joints and she tilted her head to the side, an affectionatesmile lacing her features along with the tears she had been fighting to keepback, although they were not tears of frustration anymore. Jake was looking ather in wonder, his expression so unbelievably soft and his eyes sparkling warmly, that Amy didn’t hesitate inuntangling her hands from his, only to cup his face with them and leanforwards. Jake didn’t miss a beat and met her halfway, considering the factthat she would have had trouble reaching with her belly in the way. The kisswas gentle, just a soft brush of their lips but it was somehow just right andboth of them looked at each other with matching smiles when they pulled away.

“Thank you,” Amy said,her voice barely above a whisper.

“Anytime,” Jakeanswered before clearing his throat and smirking slightly. “Now, will you tellme what happened today that got you so riled up?”

He shifted back,making space between them and leaned down to grab her feet and put them in hislap without breaking eye contact. As soon as he looked down, though, Jakeimmediately noticed the haphazardly put together band aid on her right foot’sbig toe and his eyes widened comically.

“What the hellhappened? Oh my God, are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere else? Let me see,”Jake almost shrieked and Amy lifted her hands up to stop him.

“I’m fine, Jake, it’sa long story.”

Her husband glared ather for a moment but she didn’t back down, going so far as to lifting up herchin in defiance, before he sighed in defeat and went to work with his massage.Amy bit back a satisfied moan – Jake really was good at foot massages.

(She would tell him ina quiet but filled with mirth voice the next night when Jake’s wrappedprotectively around her beneath the warm covers of their bed but at that exactmoment Amy didn’t want to be reminded of her bad day – she just wanted to spendsome quality time with her dork of a husband.)

“You were telling meabout a case? Something about ‘Inception levelsof mind-blowing’?” Amy questioned with an excited grin on her face. Jake shookhis head at her avoidance of the subject but said nothing, opting to quicklyretrieve the case file from his satchel and passing it to his wife who had amild look of annoyance on her face.

“Jake, I told you notto bring home case files from the precinct. Captain Holt will be sodisappointed!”

“It’s fine, he won’targue with a heavily pregnant Amy Santiago,” Jake deadpanned and Amy laughedheartily. “Okay, okay, you ready for this?”

“I was born ready,Peralta.”

Jake grinned.

“Okay. Get this: ajewelry store was robbed at around 4 AM yesterday and it had only one exit anda gajillion security alarms.”

Amy faked yawning.

“I was promised ‘Inception levels of mind-blowing’, Jake.”

“I know, hear me out.Crime techs reported that there were signs on the exit door being forced open… from the inside.”

Jake stared at hiswife in anticipation, his mouth open in a wide grin and his eyebrows lifted sohigh on his forehead that it had started to hurt.

Amy was silent for afew moments before almost shouting in a high-pitched voice, “Whaaat?!”

And so Amy’s awful dayended with bouncing theories about an impossible case with her husband whomanaged to not only bring her dinner without her noticing but also continuingwith his massage on her feet and making her laugh in-between with hisimpressions of possible suspects.

God, she loved him so much.

#jake x amy #peraltiago #peraltiago fanfiction #b99 fanfiction #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #future fic #b99 fluff #prompt fill #my fic #jake x amy fic #fuck i'm tired #i really hope you guys like this

[themanicmagician]

Horrortale Skelebro Ficlet

This is all @peppermintchoko‘s fault.

Summary: An average day for the skeleton brothers becomes slightly-less-average when Sans’ skull injury worsens. (Basically just floofy floof.)

His skull itches.

Sans scrapes at the edges of his gaping head wound. While sitting at his sentry station, there’s little to distract him from the incessant prickling sensation, so he continues to scratch, the soft sound of bone grazing bone the only noise in the otherwise still and quiet afternoon.

Sans scratches and scratches until his hand gets tired, so he lets it flop onto the counter of his sentry station. The tips of his phalanges are crummy with dust. That’s probably not good.

“Sans!” Papyrus’ voice carries as he jogs up to Sans’ station.

“’sup, bro?”

Sans pats himself down, and locates a ketchup packet in the pocket of his shorts. He pops it into his mouth, wrapper and all, chewing through the crinkly plastic with sharp, serrated teeth.

“Don’t take that light and breezy tone with me, brother of mine.” Papyrus pokes an accusatory finger at him. “I reset my traps this morning, and, being the great and stupendous skeleton that I am, I decided to check yours as well.”

“Cool.”

“No, uncool!” Papyrus slaps down the piece of paper with Sans’ trap—an old crossword—onto the counter. It’s mottled with dubious stains. “How will you trap a human with such a simple puzzle?”

Sans swallows down the ketchup packet.

“It’s plenty difficult. I still haven’t solved it.”

“What? But it is simple! A babybones could do it!”

“Guess you’re just super smart, bro.”

“Nyeh!” Papyrus’ face lights up at the praise. His jagged, stained teeth upturn in a beaming smile that makes Sans’ soul melt. “While that is true, I also think…”

There’s a sudden crack, and something lands in front of Sans, on the counter.

“Uh…” Sans picks it up. It’s a shard of—ceramic?—something, no bigger than four inches across. Is pottery falling from the sky?

“Sans, it’s…you’re falling apart!”

Oh, it’s…oh. It’s bone, his bone, falling off from his own skull.

Papyrus grips his shoulders, like he’s about to violently shake Sans in his panic, but evidently thinks better of it; after grabbing him, he almost immediately springs away, as if he gripped a scalding hot pan without gloves.

“What are we supposed to do?” Papyrus paces erratically, bug-eyed with panic.

“Um.” Sans is unhelpful, fascinated by the bone shard in his hand.

Papyrus grabs him under the arms, dragging him off his stool. Sans pockets the bone shard and hangs limp as Papyrus tucks him under his arm like a football, or a watermelon.

“Okay. I have a plan. Do you have all your pieces accounted for?”

“Far as I know.”

“Good enough!”

With Papyrus’ brisk pace and long legs, they’re through the forest and to their house within minutes. Well, maybe it took longer, Sans wouldn’t know; he always lapses into a nap when Papyrus carries him.

He blinks awake as he’s set on their dilapidated green couch. Papyrus tugs a moth-eaten afghan over him, then dashes up to his room.

Sans snuggles down into the blanket, and is nearly asleep again when Papyrus returns, a bottle of glue in hand. Sans hands over the bone shard.

“Do you think that’ll work?”

“It has to,” Papyrus says, and there’s a strained snap to his voice. “Do you know where it broke off from?”

“Wasn’t lookin’, really.”

Papyrus frowns. He pulls off his glove, and slowly runs his bare finger around the jagged circumference of Sans’ wound. The slow, dragging touch is strangely intimate. Sans shivers.

Papyrus’ finger ultimately stops at one section of his skull.

“This part feels a bit different from the rest. Rougher.”

Papyrus unscrews the glue cap. He squeezes the bottle, laboriously coating the side of the shard with glue. The glue is crusty, and there’s not much left—Sans had found the bottle a while back, during a trip to the dump, and pasted together some of Papyrus’ action figures with it. Papyrus runs the nozzle of the glue bottle back and forth over the shard several times, making sure it’s well-coated, before he sets the bottle aside.

“Don’t move.” Eye sockets narrowing in concentration, Papyrus carefully presses the shard against Sans’ skull. He grimaces at the sensation, but doesn’t complain.

“I…think it worked!” Papyrus lets go of the shard, backing away a little. “How do you feel?”

“With my fingers.”

“Sans.”

“With my toes?”

“Sans!”

“Truthfully, kinda the same, bro.” The shard feels like a foreign object, unconnected to him.

Papyrus lets out a tiny gasp as the glue fails, and the shard dips, falling off and plopping into Sans’ skull.

“I-I can fix it!” Papyrus is quick to assure him.

He reaches one hand slowly inside Sans’ skull. He pulls out the shard, as well as two old fries. Sans picks up one of the fries from his palm and pops it into his mouth.

“Wondered where those went.” He suspects he placed them there for safe-keeping when he was drunk.

“Sans, maybe that’s it! You need to eat more, to rebuild your bones and make them more durable.”

“Only if you eat too.”

Papyrus rolls his eyes. “Yes, of course, as always.” He leaps up. “You stay here and….don’t lose your head! Nyeh heh heh.”

“Good one, bro.”

Papyrus disappears into the kitchen, and soon Sans hears the familiar clang of pots and pans as Papyrus prepares his latest culinary feat.

Sans finishes off the second shriveled fry, and is content just listening to Papyrus bustle about in the kitchen, nyehing to himself.

It’s not long before Papyrus reappears with two steaming plates of his famous spaghetti. The noodles (boiled maggots) are topped off  with grated moldy cheese and mystery meat-balls. Papyrus never asks where he gets the protein, which is so coveted in the Underground, and Sans never tells.

Sans digs into the hearty meal.

“Great as always, bro.”

“Close your mouth while you are chewing! But thank you.”

Once they’ve polished off their early dinners, Papyrus scrounges around the house some more. He peels off the old tape that was holding up one of his posters, and uses it and a fresh application of glue to keep the bone shard in place on Sans’ skull. It sags slightly, but holds.

“Good as new!” Papyrus declares. “Now—and I can’t believe I, the Great Papyrus, am saying this—you should really rest up, brother.”

Papyrus bends down by the couch to pick Sans up and carry him off to his room, but Sans shifts back further onto the couch, and pats the space next to him.

“Why don’t ya join me?”

“I’m not the one who requires calcium-strengthening sleep!” Papyrus turns contemplative. “But, since you are my poor sickly brother who I love very much, perhaps it would behoove me to give in to your whimsies.”

Papyrus curls up with him on the couch. The two underfed skeletons don’t take up too much room; they lay side by side snugly, comfortable.

Despite Papyrus’ demands he rest, they stay up for a few hours more, talking about everything and nothing until they both drift off.

As they dream, their souls beat in synch.

The next morning, Papyrus shakes Sans awake excitedly—somehow, during the night, the shard had fused back to his skull. After peeling off the tape, Sans runs a hand over the area. There’s a faint bump where the glue had pieced him back together, but instead of hardened glue, it has solidified into solid bone. The shard had reattached itself thanks to Papyrus’ simple ingenuity—and his love.

#horrortale #very light fontcest #mostly fluff #horrortale papyrus #horrortale sans #papyrus #sans #my fic

[glopratchet]

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